Amber & Aaron: The silk evening gown (Trophy Wife)

They were all good choices in their own way. A mental vacation sounded great after the 7 months of relentless pressure she’d been under, and the idea of being a homemaker seemed fun and sweet, as well as a good way to give back to her man for sticking through it all. The school outfit and the idea of going back to a simpler time was tempting too. And there was an impish part of her that wanted to simply wait for him naked to see what he made of it.

But she was especially intrigued by the “Trophy” choice, because she didn’t know what it meant, and the implications were fascinating. The gown was gorgeous, too. So, in the end, she chose it.

It was difficult to get on; clearly the sort of garment one was supposed to have assistance with. But she managed. Fitted over her, it left her right leg almost completely bare despite its skirt flowing all the way to the ground. Her back was bare too, all the way to the tip of her spine just above her ass. It hugged it as a result, showing off the entire shape of her generous booty. The top of the dress wound around her neck with a deep v that did a good job showing off her lack of a chest, though she suspected that Aaron would remedy that soon enough. The heels were tall, adding enough height to put her eye to eye with most tight ends, and forcing her on her toes.

Still, she thought as she admired herself in the mirror, she looked good. Damn good. Now, all she had to do was wait, without any real idea how long that would take. Sometimes, his photo sessions would last into the late evening; sometimes, he worked for two hours and called it a day. Not knowing which it would be, she opted to watch some Netflix.

Apparently, it was a short day. Around three o’clock (right about the time she’d be cramming in a fast food lunch a few days earlier), she heard the front door open.

“Hey, babe! I’m home!” Aaron called out.

Amber, who had been eating popcorn and watching Netflix under a blanket, swore. She tried to get up a little too quickly, fell and caught herself just before she fell on her face.

“Hold up! One second!” she called, pushing herself off the floor and into their recliner.

“You okay in there?” he called back.

“Yes! Fine!” she said, scrambling to get in a chair, tidy up her hair and try to look as appealing as possible. “Kay, I’m good! You ready to see my choice?”

“You mean the Trophy one? That’s the one that’s not on the table.”

“Oh goddamnit, you are no fun!” she shouted.

He rounded the corner from the dining room to the living room. Still hoping to salvage something of a reveal, she turned the recliner to face him, legs crossed. Unfortunately, her hair was still askew, and he just laughed.

“Hey…” she pouted, “if you’d have texted before you got here…”

“No, I’m sorry,” he said, taking her hand.

She stood up, and he placed his hands on her hips.

“You look incredible. Really.”

He kissed her and she smiled.

“But not as incredible as I’m going to?”

“Mmm… that’s my girl,” he agreed.

“So, how does this work? I was half expecting to change when I put the outfit on.”

Aaron grinned, fixing her hair for her.

“Now, where would the fun in that be?” he said, “That starts… now.”

He pulled up his phone and fiddled with it, sending a message he’d clearly written in advance.. A moment later, she got the notification from Couple Connection. She opened it hastily to read the changes he’d sent her way.

Your changes will begin once you start reading this message. Your measurements will change to 36-24-36

She let out a cry, looking down as her body began to change. Large, perky, teardrop breasts swelled on her chest, pushing the dress out. No longer did it showcase her lack of a chest; now it put a deep valley of cleavage on display. Her breasts felt nearly bare, open along her neckline and to the side, where anyone viewing her in profile would get a generous look at her sideboob.

Her hips grew wider as well, giving her a perfect hourglass figure, while her ass grew into a thicker bubble. Of her build, only her long, gorgeous legs remain unchanged.

Your hair will be black and grow out to the small of your back. It will naturally form waves, but you can restyle it at will as fits the occasion. Below your neck, you will be totally hairless. You will always be perfectly made up for any occasion public or private.

Her hair exploded in length, growing from her shoulders down to her waist. It thickened too, taking on a luxurious raven black with the sort of silky flow and texture that could only be achieved by extensive beauty treatments. Below her neck, she felt a sudden cool rush all hair vanished more completely than any waxing treatment could have accomplished. That would be quite the adjustment, she thought to herself, and she already felt a bit chillier for it.

You’ll have a deep, lineless tan and puffy, pillowy lips.

Her mouth parted as her lips swelled into a perfect, puffy pair, and her skin darkened into a beautiful olive tan.

You’re going to lose 6 inches in height, but your measurements and proportions will remain the same. To make up for the loss, you’ll always wear 6 inch heels when you walk. You can only remove them when you’re at rest or showering.

The world rushed up around her as Amber went from 6’1 to 5’7. Aaron, who had always been a good deal taller than her, now practically loomed over her. That feeling, she noted, was not an unpleasant one.

For the first time in her life, Amber felt comfortable in heels. She’d never worn them much, self-conscious of her height as it was, and over the years they’d just turned into a nuisance. Now, she found that they felt perfectly natural and, on an instinctual level, she knew that even if she stepped out of them, she’d never be able to stand flat-footed.

“Guess I’m not going to be a runner anymore, huh?” she said.

Or would have, at any rate. When she opened her mouth to say it, nothing came out.

You’ll speak only when I give you permission to. The rest of the time you’ll be seen and not heard. And you’ll dress only in the clothes I leave out for you.

Amber looked at Aaron with wide, incredulous eyes but he only gave her a sheepish grin.

“I guess you’ve started to get to the fun stuff, huh?” he said. “I uh… programmed a few mental changes in there.”

When standing idly or resting, you’ll endeavor to do so in poses that show off your body. You’ll walk in a more sexually alluring way, and tease me with the way you do even simple tasks.

She gave him a concerned pout, crossing her arms beneath her breasts in a way that pushed them up (and almost out) of the gown. She recognized at once that this show of frustration was exactly the sort of thing he’d just programmed into her, a thought that sent a shiver of excitement up her spine. This was degrading, frustrating and slightly embarrassing, but she’d never felt more aroused in her life.

“Take a pose for me,” he said.

She lifted her head and arched her back, thrusting her chest up to show it off. It pulled the lower half of the gown taut across her new ass. She kicked her right leg out, exposing it in its entirety all the way up to the spot where the fabric fell over her bare pussy, though enough of her hip was exposed to erase any doubt that it was.

“Hold that for a sec,” he said, taking the phone from her frozen hand. He pointed it to her eyes where she could see the next line of text.

At any time, I can make you behave like an object. All I have to do in order to is tell you what kind you’ll be and you'll assume that role and all others will see you in that way.

“I’m thinking a statue. A good conversation piece,” he said, taking her phone.

A cool sensation swept through her muscles, starting at her feet and moving up her legs, along her back all the way to her face. Her body locked into pose, turning her into a perfect still life of herself.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Aaron said. “I really want to play around with the new you, but I only had a few minutes between shoots.”

He planted a kiss on her Frozen lips.

“I’ll unfreeze you when I get home tonight. Promise.”

Amber said nothing at all. She simply stood where she was holding her perfect pose as the condo around her transformed into a much more elegant house. She didn’t know why and couldn’t check.

Oh, I am so going to get him back for this! she thought, impotently.

She could only be so angry, though. She’d wanted him to get creative, and by God, he had. And despite how frustrating her current situation was, she had never been so turned on.