Steven Comes Home and Meets His Wicked Wife Lia and Her Friend Angel

Suddenly, the two women heard the front door opening and closing. Who was that?

"Ottilia, it's just me," Steven announced loudly. "I just forgot to bring something with me to Olde Mill." Then, a moment later, he was standing in the hallway, peering into the bedroom, a stunned look on his face. And then that stunned look turned into anger. "Who are you two? How did you get in my house?!" He didn't even recognize his own wife or her best friend Angela. But then again, they had both changed so much.

"Oh, come on, Steven," Ottilia said. "Don't tell me you don't recognize your own wife."

It couldn't be. That was his wife's voice, but ... that wasn't her. It was some miscreant. And that other woman ... she was a slut, dressed like that.

"It's true, Steven," Angela said.

He blinked. That was Angela's voice. No, it couldn't be. What was happening? How could that be Angela? Was that other woman really his wife? He had just seen her, less than an hour ago. How could this be her? How could she have changed so ...

But then he saw the book lying on the bed. He recognized the cover immediately. It was one of the forbidden knowledge books from his collection, what he was going to be using for his dissertation. "Ottilia, what have you done?" he asked, now convinced that this rebellious-looking woman with that devilish neck tattoo and dark make-up was his wife after all (and that the other woman in latex was indeed Angela). Both of them hadn't gotten any younger, but now had larger breasts with curvier bodies that they had never had in their lives. "I told you to leave my books alone. And now look at you. You've been twisted by evil, corrupted in a way that you never should have been. You were such a good pure woman. How could you be so foolish as to not heed my warnings?"

"First of all, it's Lia now. I always hated that fucking name," his wife sneered.

Steven audibly gasped. In all the decades that he had known her, she had never used one word of profanity. Now she just dropped the F-word like it was nothing.

"And second, that book didn't make me evil. It freed me, from you. Don't look at me that way. You are such a fucking prick, you know that? The moment you found me with one of your books, you lashed out at me, made me feel ashamed, made me feel like I was beneath you. You controlled me. Steven Small's dutiful timid little wife! But no longer. You don't control me anymore. I'm a free woman now and I'll do as I please. Speaking of which ..." She grabbed the "Llyfr Sillafu" from the bed.

"Don't you dare touch that thing!" Steven hissed.

"Shut the fuck up," Angela snapped.

"Angela," Steven said. "You've got to see reason. Can't you see how you've both changed?"

"First of all, it's Angel, not Angela. And second, I do see how we've changed. We've changed for the better. I mean, look at me. I'm fucking hot now. How could I not want this?"

"But ... what about your husband David? How do you think he'll react when ..."

"Who fucking cares?" Angel said.

"Okay, enough," Lia said. "Don't waste your breath, Steven. You're not going to convince us of anything." She looked down at the book in her hands. "Now, time to finally do something about you." She then opened the book, already having something in mind, and then, before Steven could stop her, she spoke the strange words, sealing Steven's fate. But what would the spell do to him?