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So, I totally screwed up when I thought it'd be a brilliant idea to argue with my ex-wife about changing me back. Big mistake. She got even more pissed off than before, and  now I'm stuck being Dan's freaking wife.

So, picture this crap. I wake up seating in kitchen room, hair in ponytail touching my damn back and when i twisting my head touching my shoulders, and I look down to find these very big, heavy boobs under a tight blue top with thin red straps. What the hell? After that I found out that whole my wardrobe now is filled with slutty clothes. On me now damn short mini skirt that barely covers anything, stockings that feel like I'm wearing a freaking spider web on my legs, and hoop earrings that weigh a ton and yank my ears down.

I'm feeling like a circus freak, trapped in this hot mess. These boobs are constantly dangling like they've got a life of their own. Every step is a freaking workout with these boulders on my chest.

Now, Dan, the creepy neighbor, is giving me this gross look like he wants a piece of this new me. And i think it is true. My wife said something about Dan horny before she changed me again. I tell him to shove it meaning that i don't want kiss, but he just gets angrier. And here I am, stuck in this ridiculous outfit, feeling like I'm in some messed-up nightmare that never ends.

This whole thing is freaking scary, like I'm trapped in a horror movie. I'm drowning in this feeling of hopelessness, like I'm stuck in someone else's screwed-up story. And the worst part? Everyone around here thinks I've always been Dan's wife. It's like living in a messed-up play where I'm the punchline, and there's no way out of this shitty crap.