A middle-aged mother

Your Name is Marie Reynolds...

What, what? My name is...

Your name is Marie Reynolds...

My name is Marie Reynolds...no, wait, it's Marie...R-Marie...

You are married to your husband, Harold Reynolds...

My Husband? But I'm married to ... Why can't I remember her name?

You are married to your husband, Harold Reynolds...you are his wife...

Wife? But that means...

You are a 38 year-old woman, married to your husband, and a mother of 2...

Married? Mother? That can't be...

You are happily married and devoted to your husband and your children...

Well, that's natural, I suppose, but I can't be...

You are content and want to be devoted to your husband and your children...

Any good wife and mother would be...

You are submissive to your husband, wanting to please and serve him. You will be protected and feel loved by him, he will be a good provider to you and your children...

S-Submissive? I can't be...

You love being a wife and mother, it fits you, feels like you...

I-It sort of sounds nice, now that I think of it...

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After what seemed only like minutes (but in actuality had lasted for 2 days), the door to the room opened, casting a soft light in the room. She blinked a few times to clear her vision and slowly got up from the bed, taking a moment to gather her bearings, but the more Marie tried to fight the cobwebs, the more the programming took the opportunity to settle in permanently.

She walked over to the laid out clothes and slipped on the panties and bra, finding it surprisingly easy to put on, pondering momentarily why she was confused by that, before putting on the white top and slipping on the black jeans. Comfortable sneakers finished her outfit and then she looked in the mirror off to the side near the door.

With a slightly apprehensive nod, she stepped out into the waiting room and a gasp rang out from the person already waiting. "Oh my..."