Now that I'm dressed like a trophy wife, I want to inspect myself in the mirror!

The last thing you fetch from the accessories drawer is a pink, Dolce & Gabbana purse on a chunky gold chain. The purse is made of a quilted lambskin leather with a massive, chunky gold DG logo on the side, with the D&G letters intertwined.

Because, you know, the trophy wives, they love to advertise their high-end expensive fashion choices!

You sling the purse over your should and inspect yourself in the mirror.

Oh my god, you are so trashy! So trashy you are beautiful! Like a trashy, trophy-wife car accident that is just so amazing no one could help but to stop and drool over her.

Your body is clean and hairless. Your makeup is has feminized your face. Your breasts are large and luscious with ample cleavage (you can't see the line between your skin and the breast forms at all - it's some kind of magic). Your waist appears to be narrow and your hips and bottom are curvy and ample.

You are busty and voluptuous!

And boy, do you look like a bimbo trophy wife.

Your super-puffy, bright-pink, glossy lipstick (was there something in that lipstick which as given you extra puffy, bimbo cock sucking lips, you wonder?), your pink eye-shadow and long blonde wavy hair cascading down your face make you look like such a bimbo ditz. You arch your eyebrows in a wide-eyed, "surprised expression" and go "oh!", mock holding your hand to your mouth (but not touching your mouth, of course, need to preserve that makeup!!) giggling at how vapid and sexed-up you look.

Play acting some more, you blow some kisses at the mirror, then you wiggle your tits at the mirror as if seeing a future husband that you want to capture. 'Look at my tits baby,' your body is saying to him. 'Come and get-em, they're all yours if you are man enough to afford them!'

You imagine men staring at you with lust and desire as you lick your lips and look out at them faux-shyly through your long lashes. You walk back and forth, emphasizing your long, amazing legs as they stick out of the mini skirt, your high-heeled pumps click-clicking on the floor as you emphasize the sway of your bottom and look over your shoulder at your future husband.

"This ass could be yours, sweetie," you say to the mirror, as you shake your bottom some more. "Come and get it, and if you measure up, you could have all the anal sex your heart desires, because I'm a girl who gives everything for the right man!"

And what would men do if they saw this trashy, sex-pot? Immediately they would walk over and proposition her. They would want sex right away, and lots of it! They would pick he up in their fancy Lamborghini or Jaguar or Porsche and then take her out to the most expensive meal, and then they would take her home and FUCK her, over and over. Then they'd flip her over and FUCK her from behind. And then they would shove their cocks in her mouth and FUCK that too, until they cum all over her and she's just a sticky mess of their cum dripping from ALL her holes.

And she would LOVE it. She would REVEL in it. She would SWOON over it.

And she would immediately say YES, no matter what sort of asshole they are, because all she wants is their COCK, their MANLINESS, and their MONEY.

And then it strikes you... with such **** that it feels like a blow to your body.

You are this woman.