Change her outfit and look...

You smile triumphantly at her and she smiles back.

“You’re right, Honey. That was silly of me” you tell her reassuringly “Now come and sit next to me while I think about what I’m going to do to you next.”

You pat the cushion beside you and she sits herself down and watches you intently – seemingly content to do so for hours. You can see by her contently glazed eyes that there won’t be too many clever schemes to screw you over coming out of that head anymore.

You look at her sitting there in her pants suit with her short cropped hair and lack of makeup. You realize that she even dressed like an up-tight bitch, and this wasn’t going to suit her new personality at all. Unfortunately you also know that there’s not likely to be anything in her wardrobe that would make her look the way you want.

‘I wish she would wear short skirts or something sexy’ you think as you examine her critically.

Your eyes widen and your wife gasps as her suit pants seem to shimmer and melt. The pant-legs join then recede up over her knees to the top of her thighs until they have completely changed into a tight, hip hugging miniskirt. You wife giggles again.

“Wow, this is much prettier don’t you think?” She asks you.

You don't reply, instead, your eyes move from staring her thighs (which you haven’t seen much of in the last few years) to looking up at the rest of her. Her dress wasn’t the only thing that changed, the top few buttons of her blouse have disappeared and the suit jacket has shortened and tightened in; pronouncing her figure and displaying a fair bit of her modest cleavage. Your jaw drops, the outfit is amazing, but more importantly, you made it change! This power seems to be more than just ****; you can change physical items as well!

Your mind reels at the possibilities available to someone able to give people commands and transform objects. A fire seems to have ignited inside of you and you burn with excitement. A manic smile spreads across your face as you watch the woman who has made the past years of your life miserable play idly with the hem of her new skirt and you try to think of what you can make of her now…