Trophy Wife

"...trophy wife," smiled Jasmine.Letting go of Clare's embrace.

Clare backed away touching her fingers to her lips. "What have you done?" she asked.

"Kasey, come here," commanded Jasmine emphasising with her seductive voice.

The ex-employee in her full length gold gown sauntered to the door way. And hung on Jasmine's arm looking deeply at her.

"This is Kasey, Clare," explained Jasmine, "She was much like you and then the gift you gave me allowed me to expose her true potential."

"That's right, mistress," confirmed Kasey.

Clare stood there dumb struck. She had known what Aphrodite's Boutique could do when a girl friend used it to get rid of her husband. Petra had told her that John would meet the same fate. Thinking back she thought if she could do it over again she would not have taken John's flippant remarks so seriously.

"I'm sorry," cried Clare. A pain forming in her stomach.

"Don't worry," said Jasmine, "You won't feel that way for long."

With that Clare's entire body stiffed and her head snapped up as the brown ponytail she had undid itself. Unfurling into a cascade of blonde silky hair. Under her clothes her body had already begun changing. Her height lengthened, her breasts expanded, and her skin became as smooth as marble.

"St-Stop this..." she stammered, but it was too late.

Her t-shirt and sweatpants merged at the waist shifting into a golden satin. She began to feel her body as she grew yet again, this time due to her sneakers turning into high heels. Make up magically appeared on her face and her watch turned into a stylish ring on her finger.

Her mind tried fighting back, but the feminist qualities that she clinged to were eaten away by feelings of subservience and a need to please. She sighed a sigh of pleasure, "Jasmine..." she said slowly and sweetly, "Please show me to a nice groomsman...I just want someone... Someone to look good on."

"Clare, my ex-lover, I'll make sure you get the most handsome one," replied Jasmine.