Playing Nice


The dark magic of the Grimoire had tempted Jessica with promises of power and seductive pleasure. It's spells had given the once mild mannered housewife her fantasy body, young once more and more beautiful than she'd ever dreamed of being but, at the same time it had extracted it's price.

With each spell cast it corrupted her a little more until her soul was as cruel and twisted as her appearance was lovely.

Still, there must have been some spark of kindness left deep within her. How else to explain fact that she'd allowed her useless cuck of a husband to not only to keep living in her house but also to remain human and able to remember their life together? True, she had turned him into a sexy blonde and forced him to service her boy toys when she wasn't using them but at least they were still together. 

As Jessica reminded him on the rare occasions he found the nerve to bemoan his feminized fate, he really shouldn't complain. Not unless he wanted to find out what might happen if she ever decided to stop playing nice!

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