The dark blond wig

I stared at the three wigs, thinking about what kind of woman i could become: "The process is not reversable, right?" Ireached the blond wig adn took in my hand to check at the material it was made of. "No, you will become permanently the type of woman you selected" the chief stepped closely and took the blond wig in his hands "This for exemple will turn you into the perfect wife. You will learn how to cook, how to take care of the house, how to take care of the children and how to be always perfect with your make up and dress for your man".

I contemplated those words as an image of that woman formed in my mind. A petite girl with her hair combed in a bun as she dresses in a flowery apron, busy with cleaning the house an cooking for her family. I have to adit, my little friend between my legs twitched a bit at the tought. I took the wig from the chief hands and put it on my head, letting the curly hair dropping down on my back. "And now?"

He smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder "Now we can start with the first phase"