Donald was quite the nice guy, but with such power in his hands... how could he resist? He could feel all of his fantasies, even the deepest ones, coming back at once, screaming in his head to change his wife. For a second, Donald considered using the dictaphone to have married someone else even better than Mary... but he just got his family back, and didn't want to let go of them. Plus, he was still in love with Mary, and looked at her walking in the house in this late evening, her body still showing her previous glory. The 5'6, C cupped blonde woman hadn't gained much weight, even after two kids, and was looking good for a woman in her forties.
Donald made sure she was busy, a bit nervous about what he was gonna do, then used the dictaphone, whispering in it :
"My wife Mary looks younger than she really is : she's looking like she's barely 30."
Mary, busy searching in a drawer, didn't even seem to care while her wrinkles vanished, her skin gained elasticity on her body, and instantly, got a little more than 10 years off her shoulders. Donald could barely keep his mouth closed as he was looking at his wife, now just like if she was in her late twenties. She stood, smiling at him, and his heartbeat raised.
"Is there a problem, dear?" she asked.
"Not at all... it's just you... you look so... young and nice it's... amazing..."
"So nice of you!" she smiled "I know, I'm just so lucky to have this metabolism of mine... I hated it when I was a teenager and looked younger than I was, but now, it's just so great!"
Donald felt a bit guilty for changing her without telling but... it ended up well, right?
"So... you love it?" he asked.
"Well, you know me, I'm fine with whatever life gave me!" she giggled, in quite the good mood.
Tue Aug 16 00:00:00 2016