"Yes sir," she said almost meekly. Her stance changed almost instantly from bold, brave and furious to demure, head lowered, shoulders slumping. It wa... as if all the stress and lack of sleep had seeped into her all at once."Stand up straight Miss Watson, look up and square those shoulders!" I inadvertently continued using my Voice.Emma almost jumped to attention. This was strangely arousing as her movements made her breasts bounce ever so slightly, letting her nipples rub against her pink. I was glad about that.The rest of the day went by quietly. I cooked dinner. My husband watched the television. I cleaned up the kitchen. My husband watched the television. I showered and prepared for bed. My husband came up to the room and turned on the television. That's how it went that night. I stayed active, he said inactive. Just like nothing had changed.Then, surprisingly, he spoke up, just as I was drifting off to sleep. "Remember, dearest wife, tomorrow is a new day." Suddenly, I didn't. Admittedly, it happened very slowly. It was probably five o'clock in the afternoon by the time I was completely a woman. My dick had shrunk down and become what was now my clit, and the space below it, which had once been my balls, was now taken up by a long, wet slit flanked by two pussy lips. My mound, like my dick had been at the very end, was entirely bald. I abhorred what had happened to me, but I couldn't help but be a little bit curious. What would it feel like to touch my new pussy?. They were pointy-toed slingbacks, a style of shoe that he absolutely loved. Like the dress, they were brilliant red in color, with dangerous-looking pointy toes and rapier-like 5” stiletto heels. They were definitely ‘come-fuck-me’ shoes, and Seth wanted to do exactly that as a pulsation of blood had his stiffening cock pushing against the front of his fitted boxers.He forced himself to look back up over her exquisite form, his eyes finally coming to rest on her pretty face. She’d put on makeup.