“I think I know who changed us!” Jennifer declared. “If we can get to her maybe she can fix things.”
Rachael gasped. “Who?”
“Mistress Didi,” was the response.
“The rapper and actress?”
“The same.”
Rachael gasped. It made sense. Mistress Didi was the hottest new thing in pop culture. A multi-platinum rapper who had starred in three of the biggest films of the last six months. It was a meteoric rise, to be sure. Partly, that was because Mistriss Didi was one of the most talented people the world had ever seen. She was also one of the hottest. Her figure was perfect. Her sense of style was immaculate. Her brown skin and dark hair gave her an exotic look, but her bright blue eyes classed with that look, in a good way.
“It makes so much sense. She’s perfect. Of course a reality bending power would be perfect. But are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Why?”
“Her album liner notes credit Talia Jinny Herrera as the person who made it all possible. That can’t be a coincidence.”
Rachael gasped. That name. For so long it had been their only lead. Roger Willis, the owner of the restaurant had told them that was her name. He was a funny little fellow, with a micro dick who preferred to wear a gimp suit. He claimed before “that awful night” he had been a bit of a playboy with a larger than average cock. Rachael believed him. After all, she had been a man and her infant son had been her mother in law. So it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.
Rachel sighed. “Should we meet?”
“You’re the first one I’ve talked to. Can I follow up when I hear from the others?”
Rachael looked over at her bed. Her husband was stirring underneath the blankets. He groggily opened his eyes and looked at her. “Who you talking to, hottie” he asked.
“Just my friend Jennifer,” Rachael replied. “Jennifer, I’ve got to go. Let me know.”
Rachael hung up and looked at her husband. He had a massive morning erection. Her mouth started watering and her pussy felt damp as her clit grew swollen. She was compelled to be the loving wife and mother, after all. Rachael set down the phone and walked towards the bed. Without speaking she pulled back the covers and started blowing her husband. It just felt right.