I’d already spent a year trying to slowly coax her into becoming a hotwife. Our sex life had improved, we were more loved up than ever. She was dres...ing sluttier. But aside from that I’d come to think this was just a game in my head. A game that wasn’t going anywhere. So to me the anklet felt like a really big thing. To her probably meant nothing. When winter came she stopped wearing it.But it came back out for the Christmas party. Especially for me (she said). I told her that I love it when. As I slowly sat up in the bed I beganwondering if it actually was the same room. It seemed much larger. Myfeet barely touched the ground of the bed where before I had no problem.I gave myself an observation for any noticeable changes. I made a mentallist, I was in a small gown, no freckles anywhere anymore, no arm hair...checking body, no body hair, head hair feels thicker and a little long,no curls anymore, skin slightly tanner, body looks thin, muscles lookless defined... I looked at my. Eventually though, tired and bedraggled, I emerged through the doors into the main Airport. I was greeted by the usual arrival lounge chaos of loved ones hugging and drivers holding up names. I scanned the crowd looking for Scott. Then I saw him waving like mad from the back near the exit. When I managed to make my way to him we hugged and he picked me up and spun me around like he did when we were kids.“God it’s good to see you! Vic you look great!” His voice was full of excitement, his face. I got fired from my job, I was fighting with my best friend, and to top it all off, right after storming out of the job I was fired from, I broke my favorite pair of heels on the way to my car in the parking lot. Not a good week at all. On Friday, after I got home early, since I had been fired, I decided to try to relax and take the rest of the day and have time to myself. No work, no talking to anyone, no computer. Just peace and quiet. As soon as I got through the door, I headed straight to.