Still fighting, not for long...

The blonde haired woman in the wedding dress steadied herself as she began to reevaluate her surroundings. She touched her chest feeling the satin fabric that now clad her newly formed breasts. She caressed her soft and silky skin. Her fingers found a smooth neck void of any adam's apple. Touching her face revealed she had lost all stubble and her face was delicate.

"What have you done to me?" she said, a sweet scared voice coming out.

Petra smiled, "Your wife to be thought that you weren't the type of man for her. But don't worry we have helped her give you a new purpose."

"As a..." the new woman checked between her thighs, then replied unnerved, "...Woman?"

"Yes"

"You can't do this to me!" she shouted."I'll tell everyone what you've done to me! I'll sue your ass you sl-"

In an instance Petra placed a veil upon the new woman's head. The sensation, and implanted mind control chip, stunning her. The program was simple and elegant, how Petra always wanted them. It looked back into John's history and replaced every memory with those of a young woman. The longing she felt to have someone to hold her. The excitement at the idea of getting married. Until all that would be left is a young woman looking to settle down with her true love.

"I'm sorry..." she said, confused, "I don't know what came over me."

"Every bride can get a bit upset, Ms. Emma Heart," said Petra, grinning, "Would you like to see how you look?"

Petra guided the bride in front of a floor length mirror. Emma brushed the veil with her left hand and caressed her new dress with the right. "This is amazing," she said, tears nearly filling her eyes. "Can I look this lovely forever?"

"Yes, my dear," said Petra, "Yes you can."

And with that Petra guided Emma to...