My Plastic Surgeon Wife Turns Me Into a Stripper
I'm drugged and half asleep as I come out of the surgery… the surgery I didn't ask for or know I was getting!
My wife's voice comes to me in a cloud, “Mmm.. I really AM good at my work… you really shouldn’t have been such a bad husband… ignoring me… giving that stripper all that money… Well sweetie, now you ARE that stripper… no one would ever believe you’re my deadbeat husband… I gave you her face, and her impressive breasts… you get to look at them all the time now and never spend a penny! And that perfect little slit you have means you can wear all her skimpy things and even get naked for men at the club where you’re going to take her place… griding on those men like a good lap dance slut!"
I moan and she chuckles and tells me, “Don’t worry about her coming back to take her life back… I gave her a new face and smaller tits and she’s very happy in her new life as a good chirch girl… she’ll never tell a soul you’re not really her! Now just relax and let the drugs take control… when you wake up you’ll be a perfect little sex kitten and out of my hair forever!”
I have to wake up… this can’t be real! Oh god… she’s serious! I’m going to have to strip for men… be a stripper… I’m a stripper.. I’m… sexy…. bras… panties.. suck cock… zzzzzzzz…..