Bimbo Wife

It didn’t exactly take long for Tom to know exactly what he wanted to try first. Pulling out the coin, he looked into his wife’s eyes and rubbed the coin’s head. “I wish that, for the next six hours, Sarah would have the personality and intelligence of a stereotypical bimbo, but with her body staying the same.” After all, it was hard to think of anything quite as exciting for Tom as turning his intelligent, independant wife into something almost the exact opposite.

“Oh, Tom, you son of a-” was all his wife managed to say before he saw the change take hold. Her posture changed immediately, and with a duller look in her eyes, and a vapid expression on her face. Immaturely stomping one foot, Sarah started pouting. “Honey! That’s mean! You’re, like, a meanie!” She looked like she was going to say more, but Tom closed the difference between them and started kissing her, passionately, on the lips. In seconds she melted into him, running her hands over his body, kissing him with a fury he hadn’t felt in a long time, even with her renewed youth. When they came up for air, Sarah started twirling a strand of her hair around a finger. “Wow, that was, like, really fun.”

Breaking away from her a little, Tom smiled at the dumb woman who had replaced his wife. “It’s nice, isn’t it? You don’t have to think too hard about anything anymore, because I’ll do all the thinking for you.” Without any hesitation, Sarah nodded, blankly. “Sarah, do a little hope for me.” In seconds, she did exactly as he’d said. “You’ll do anything I say, won’t you?” Sarah nodded again, and it really hit Tom how much Bimbo Sarah would do whatever he wanted. That opened up some...interesting opportunities.