Brett couldn’t get over the transformation of his wife. Her new hair color, her new makeup, and the sexy clothes that she was wearing all were havin... quite an effect on him.As for Debbie, she still felt butterflies in her stomach but at the same time oddly detached. The set lights blinded her and seemed to be moving. That couldn’t be so, thought Debbie as she was leaned back and used the stool for support. She brought her hand back to her head and tried to wipe away the weird sensations. I met her at a local bar in a seedy end of town. I grabbed us a booth out of the way in the corner. She showed up in a white leather jacket a pair of skin tight yoga pants and high heel boots that came up to her knee.We could both feel the physical attraction between us. Our eyes locked a couple of times and her body language was open and inviting."Why don't you put your feet on my lap so I can remove your boots" I requested. She looked surprised but did as I asked. "That's quite the shit. "Yeah I did. And I feel like me again. And yes, I'm very happy to be back."I looked her up and down. Yeah she was back. A simple tan skirt, ending at the knee kept her thighs covered, hiding the last bruises on her thighs, now a light yellow. A cool silk button down blouse looked airy and had the tendency to show too much when she bent forward, as she was doing now. She slipped on tall black heels."Ready?" She asked.I smiled. "Welcome back."She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "Thanks. And. Withdrawing my hands so quickly they sprang back in place covering the mutilation my wide-eyes had spied. Oh god, oh god. Panic reclaimed it’s domain as my heart hammered, heaving breasts cruelly reminding me that my deepest darkest desire had actually happened!"Well hello to you sleepy head," said a smiling Cindy who had entered the room unseen.I jumped screaming, my breathing making me feel like I was fainting again. Panting uncontrollably, I closed my eyes against the horror I had seen.I.