As Jerry was astonished by his own changes he tried to think who this woman was.
He was clouded and his vision blurred as he stood there looking up at his wife.
A little groggy he watched his wife change in this cloud of confusion. She seemed to be getting taller. He nice brunet hair seemed to be turning into a dusty blond Farrah Faucet looking style. And somehow her boobs seemed to be bigger than he remembered.
As the fog cleared he saw a 7 foot tall drag queen with 6 inch heals standing in front of him.
Even having cleaned up to go out Jerry could see the start of a 5 o'clock shadow. Her voice got very baritone. Quite the contrast to his lisp.
I want a good ride tonight when we get home bitch. He said to Jerry and clicked a dog collar around his neck and padlocked it dropping the keys between her ample cleavage.
But dear was all Jerry got out before he was gagged with a ring gag holding his mouth open.
He pulled on the thick chain and led Jerry out the door.
Jerry had felt the strapped down penis that his former wife now had and it was massive. If this was soft she was going to wreck his asshole.
And she did.