There was a disorienting flash, and suddenly I was looking up at MYSELF!
"Ohmygod! Y-you’re me!" I squeaked in a high female voice. "I look like Jasmine? Ow! You’re hurting me!"
The man who looked like me responded, "I didn’t expect to feel so POWERFUL in your body, ‘darling!’ That’s right, I’m Jasmine, only I’m not anymore! I’m Robert and YOU are Jasmine now!"
"But why? I gave you everything!"
"No, NOW I have everything! And YOU have that pre-nup you made me sign. You have to be pretty for ME and put out even when you don’t want to, and watch your diet, and get cosmetic surgery… You have to work it, JASMINE or I can dump you penniless on the street. Let’s see how YOU like being a sexy trophy for ME from now on!"
I could feel his cock thrusting as he lectured me, HIS strength pinning my soft weak body down, the cut of the underwire bra unde my breasts... He's right... I need to be a good trophy wife or I'll be a penniless whore!
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