A Wife

29/02/2020

A Wife's Revenge

 

"What the hell is

this!"

 

Michael Landers

turned slowly toward his wife. She had been changing the sheets

on their bed when

she came across an unexpected surprise. When the couple

finally stood face

to face, Michael noticed his wife of three years staring

back, her left arm

pointing straight at him with a purple bra dangling off her

index finger.

 

"Well, um, it

looks like a bra," Michael answered.

 

"Ya think? Gee

Michael, I never would have guessed if it hadn't been for you.

What I really want

to know is who it belongs to and what it was doing underneath

your pillow."

 

"What are you

suggesting, Meredith?" Michael learned early in his relationships

with women that

the best defense was to go quickly to the offense. "There's only

one person in this

house who wears those."

 

"Well, Michael, I

hope for your sake that you have started crossdressing,

because this

certainly isn't mine."

 

"What do you mean,

not yours? I've seen you in that plenty of times."

 

"Damn you,

Michael. I hate purple. You know I hate purple. Now tell me who it

belongs to?"

 

"Maybe it changed

color in the wash? You know I'm no good at that stuff."

 

"Michael, you're

such an idiot. Now tell me."

 

"I don't know what

you're talking about. Honestly, Meredith, you need to keep

better track of

your things."

 

Michael turned to

walk out the door when the bra hit him in the back of the

head.

 

"What did you do

that for?"

 

"What do you take

me for, Michael? I'm not stupid. I know who it belongs to, I

was just hoping

you would show me an ounce of respect and tell me the truth.

It's Melissa's. I

was with her when she bought it. Where are the matching

panties, Michael?

Or wasn't she wearing any? She told me it was for someone

special. Little

did I know..."

 

Her voice trailed

off and she began to sob. Michael tried to give her a

reassuring hug,

tried to tell her he was sorry. His charms had worked dozens of

times in the past.

He was sure he could wiggle out of yet another predicament.

But this time,

Meredith would have none of it.

 

"Get your hands

off of me!"

 

Startled at the

tone of her voice, Michael backed off.

 

"Aren't I good

enough for you, Michael? Aren't I pretty enough?"

 

The funny thing is

Meredith was pretty enough. They had met in college. Michael

was two years

older, the captain of the lacrosse team. Meredith was petite with

raven colored

hair. Her face radiated perfection and her body was pert and

toned. By the time

she graduated college, the couple was engaged. A year later,

they were married.

But it wasn't enough. Meredith should have been all the woman

he ever wanted,

but Michael started to stray shortly after the honeymoon. Mostly

it was with women

at the office or at the health club. They were short term,

sex-only affairs.

 

But Melissa was

different. Although she was Meredith's best friend, she was the

aggressive one.

Michael had spurned her advances as early as two weeks after the

wedding, but

Melissa couldn't take no for an answer. Finally, Michael gave in

and the two had

been having a clandestine affair for nearly six months.

 

Melissa was

everything Meredith wasn't. She was tall and blonde, and decidedly

bustier than his

petite wife. And her sexual appetite was insatiable. Mornings,

afternoons,

evenings, it didn't matter. One time she even met him in New York

during one of his

frequent business trips. And all the while, Meredith had been

none the wiser.

 

Until now!

 

"Honey, I'm sorry.

I can change, I promise."

 

The sobbing had

quieted and an eerie silence filled the room. Finally, Meredith

wiped her eyes and

rose from the bed.

 

"You're right,

Michael. You will change. I'm going to see to it right now."

 

A puzzled look

crossed Michael's face.

 

"You see, Michael,

I am a witch. I have been hiding this fact from you ever

since we met. I

wanted our relationship to be normal. I tried, Michael, but you

cheated. You

violated our vows. And now you will pay. I am tired of being made a

fool of."

 

Before Michael

could react, she pointed her finger at him, the same finger that

just minutes

earlier held the purple bra, and chanted a few words under her

breath. Michael

stood transfixed as a silver light emerged from her finger and

snaked its way

towards his body, encircling his form. As the light got more

intense, Michael

started to feel a strange tingling sensation. It started at his

head and quickly

worked its way throughout his body.

 

Soon, Michael

became aware of something even stranger. For some reason, he found

himself looking up

at Meredith. It couldn't be, he thought to himself. At six

feet, two inches

tall, he was nearly a foot taller than his wife, but now she

was looking down

at him... and laughing.

 

Smaller and

smaller he got. By now he was barely three foot tall when he noticed

more changes. His

skin texture was changing, from course, masculine tone to a

fine, satiny

finish. His arms and legs were getting thinner. When he looked

down, he noticed

his right toes change into tiny hooks; his left toes became

tiny eyelets. His

legs spread outwards then stretched behind him and hooked

together. Then he

felt a sudden, sharp tug as his arms arched behind his back

connected with his

legs... or what had been his legs.

 

He tried to speak,

to tell Meredith one more time that he was sorry. But she

dismissed him with

a wave of her hand. The motion seemed to cause more changes

as his skin turned

the same shade of purple as Melissa's bra. Another wave of

Meredith's hand

and he felt a sharp explosion in his chest as two large cups

emerged. His

ribcage reformed into underwire. By now, the changes were almost

complete as he

fluttered helplessly to the floor. Soon, his head receded into

the fabric. Though

he could no longer see or hear, he was very much aware of the

sensation as

Meredith picked him up off the floor and stuffed him into her

purse.

 

*****

 

Later that week,

Meredith encountered Melissa at the Spa Lady Health Club. She

had anticipated

the meeting and made sure to pack what was left of Michael

inside her gym

bag.

 

After a vigorous

workout, the two women chatted and talk soon turned to Michael.

 

"By the way,

Meredith, how's Michael? I haven't seen him in a while."

 

"Oh, we're kind of

separated," Meredith answered with a giggle. "I got tired of

his cheating

ways."

 

"Too bad. I always

thought you two made the perfect couple," Melissa replied. "I

always wished I

could find someone just like him."

 

"You know,

Melissa, something tells me that you and Michael would be a good fit.

By the way, I

believe you left this at my house."

 

With that,

Meredith pulled the bra that had once been her husband out of her bag

and handed it to

her startled friend. With a playful wink, she then picked up

her belongings and

headed for the exit. Leaving her best friend and ex-husband

to their shared

destiny.

 

The end

 

 

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