The door opened, and the matriarch of the household, Valerie Wyne, stood in the doorway. Her graying brunette hair pinned to the back of her head, Jim thought that she might have looked rather stately in the red evening gown she wore if he didn't consider her to be such an obnoxious bitch. "Ah, Jim." She spoke in a tone that thinly veiled her contempt. "Here to argue with me again about the noise complaint?"
Jim bit his lip. A month ago, he had been working with power tools in his basement laboratory. For convenience, he had purchased an air compressor to assist in his work. Of course, it made an incredible amount of noise, he did his best to use it only during the daytime, when it would distract fewer people. But of course, Mrs. Valerie Wyne, neighborhood snob with far too much wealth to simply mind her own business, had to call in a noise complaint. The resultant fine he had to pay and the humiliation he endured from having the police in his home were obnoxious enough. But Wyne's smug satisfaction at having done a so-called public service only made her more obnoxious.
Putting those thoughts aside, Jim shook his head. "No, Mrs. Wyne, not today. I'm here for other reasons."
"Oh?" Valerie rolled her eyes. "Well, make this quick. I'm expecting guests and I can't have you standing here looking foolish."
"No problem," Jim said. "It will be." He quickly raised the Whorifier and blasted the snob.
Valerie Wyne gasped as the beam struck and began the process of altering her body and mind. Her hair fell from its braid and grew at an accelerated rate until it draped to her ass, which grew round and shapely. The middle-aged woman's mild gut retracted as her chest grew larger and artificial. Her now fake E-cup chest stretched and tore her increasingly ill-fitting dress as the dress's skirt grew a long slit up the left leg, revealing her flesh as it toned. All over her body, her skin seemed to revitalize, looking healthier as her face gained a mature, distinguished beauty. This beauty, however, was quickly altered by coat of crimson red lipstick on her plumped lips and an application of blue eyeshadow.
Black pantyhose appeared on Valerie's legs, showcasing their shapely new tone as her champagne red high heels grew from one to three inches in height. Her dress also reshaped and repaired itself into a shoulderless garment that hugged to her every new curve and revealed her vast cleavage. An ornate pearl necklace appeared around her neck as two large golden hoops dangled from her ears.
And as Valerie's mind was rewritten, her look of scorn vanished. She looked at Jim with an inviting expression he had never seen from her before as she raised a hand and crooked an inviting finger, tipped with a long, manicured fingernail coated in red polish. "Why, if it isn't James. Please, come in. I was hoping that you would stop by today."
Jim stepped across the threshold and into the Wynes' home. "You were?" he asked.
"Why yes, James," Valerie said. She eyed him hungrily as she spoke and closed the door"Have I ever told you what I did for a living?" She gestured into her large home, decorated with all manner of fine art and expensive furniture. "How I earned this wealth?"
"You married into a rich family?" Jim asked.
Valerie giggled. "Oh no! James, I wouldn't be surprised if you thought that. That's actually what I've told a lot of people. That my old husband was rich and I inherited his wealth when he passed on." She took Jim by the arm and escorted him from the entryway into a sitting room. They sat together on an ornate loveseat. "I haven't even told my own daughters the truth, yet."
"Not even they know?" Jim asked. "Then why are you telling me?"
"I'll tell you that in a moment," Valerie said with a smile. "You see, the truth is, I used to be a girl in poverty. When I was in high school, I ran away from home. I found myself out on the street, all alone." She pouted. "It was my fault, really. The only way I could make ends meet was through a series of terrible jobs, until I snuck into a bar with a fake ID and drank too much. A man I met there propositioned me, and I had sex with him in the back of his car."
Jim pretended to be shocked. "You were a hooker?"
"That's what I called myself eventually. I got into a lot of trouble, but after that first night, I decided to work the streets. I seemed to have a talent for it, as strange as that might sound. I saved every little bit that I could until I was able to finally rent an apartment and hire another girl to help me. I started charging more. Earned more. Business grew until I woke up one morning and realized that I had gone from being a hooker to a madame, and I wasn't even that old."
"Whoa." Jim was honestly amazed. The changes to Valerie went deeper than he thought the device had been capable. "But what happened?"
"After I had amassed enough money, I started investing in stocks. I eventually stopped whoring myself out, cleaned myself up and met the man that became my husband. We had Vanessa and Victoria together, and with all of the money I had earned, I was able to provide for their every need. But one day, my husband found out about my little secret and left me."
"He just walked out?" Jim asked. But as far as he knew, Mr. Wyne had always been part of the home. But now the Whorifier had caused them to separate? He couldn't believe how much more powerful the device was than the Stripperizer.
"He did." Valerie sighed. "That's when I moved here. I sold my remaining stake in the brothel and tried to start a new life for myself as a socialite. I can't say that it's been worth it, though."
"Why not?" Jim asked. "Your daughters have everything they could ever want or need, right?"
"True." Valerie nodded. "But I'm not a good mother. I've spoiled them rotten. Now Vanessa goes about, flaunting money as though it were infinite and Victoria has developed this reputation as a bratty tease. This whole life I've made for myself, it's nothing but hollow, and now my daughters are more concerned with themselves than for anything else." She shook her head. "And myself? I spend my days socializing with vapid women that have never known what it's like to work. They've never had to struggle for anything a day in their lives. I just..." Valerie took Jim by the hand and looked at him with desperate eyes. "I don't know how much more of this I can take, James! It feels like ages since I could consider myself truly happy."
Jim thought back to his earlier question. "But why tell me all of this?"
Valerie blushed. "James, I needed to tell you this because, well, I, I think you're a very handsome young man, and I was hoping you might consider sleeping with me. Please, James, if only once, I want to feel like I did when I was a simple whore. The pleasure of sex mixed with the satisfaction of earning something for myself."
Before he could respond, Jim found himself being kissed by the woman whom only minutes ago was the neighborhood harpy. Now, amazing as it was, he felt pity for the woman. Her emerald eyes were filled with honesty brought on by years of hardship and disappointment. Her desires, her needs, made his cock hard. The words left his mouth without a thought. "I can help you."
Valerie gave Jim a confused look. "Help me, James?"
"That is, if you want to try reentering your old business, I can help you out."
Valerie smiled. "It's an unusual offer James. I thank you for it, but you know that it's not the most legal business. You don't want that hanging over your head do you?"
Jim didn't really know how to answer that question. He remained silent as Valerie rose from her seat and offered her hand. "I'm sorry, James. it's something for me to think about. But my own offer still stands, if you're willing to follow me to my bedroom."
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