Home Improvement

"Oh, dear wife - perhaps you'd like to just practice your signature on a napkin. You know, after your voluntary genetic modification." Tracy's eyes shimmered with amusement. "Shaky hands and all that."

But of course, Luke no longer knew how to write. The pen scritched shapes into the thin napkin and fell out of his fingers uselessly. Eventually, Luke simply had to make a small cross at each signature location like a very small child.

Tracy chugged her champagne, triumphant.

...

The door opened and their home looked... Different. Not just larger. Bigger, more open, cleaner. Some of Luke's possessions and ornaments had been cleared.

Instead, next to the door was a little laundry hamper. "While we're indoors, you're to be naked at all times. Well, maybe I'll allow you heels if you beg nicely." Tracy guided Luke by the shoulders to the full length body mirror in front of the basket, letting him see the disparity in their heights, forcing him to confront the vision of sex he had become. The champagne had rouged his lips and flushed the pale skin. The eye was drawn to his pert, perked up nipples and the dripping thong.

"David showed me the report. You're really quite devious; I threatened a divorce so you decided to change me and cap me. Well, since you had no empathy at all for my body I thought it was only fair to repay you the kindness.

"I made some modifications on top of your specifications. Small things. A flush of extra hormones here, a touch of extra libido... Trust me, you'll love it and you'll laugh when you find out about your breasts."

Not only had Luke lost all his leverage and legal rights, Tracy had power over his body. Power that now he was capped, he couldn't even change...

"I have a little gift for you..." Tracy pulled from the little hamper a bright red silk ribbon, with a little metal plate on the centre. "You can't really use keys or passcodes any more, but that's okay. I've had this modified from one of those smart PetPals. You know, the type they implant in dogs or cats so they can get in and out of houses?" Tracy set the plate at Luke's throat and tied the ribbon around his slim neck like a collar.

"If you want some water from the fridge, or food from the cupboards, you'll just need to tap this against the door. Like it?" Tracy's fingers traced the little inscription on the plate.