One night, Anne made a move on my wife. She leaned over and kissed my wife full on the lips.
My wife's reaction was immediate ... and so was mine.
"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled, in shock, as my wife pushed Anne away, with a disgusted look on her face.
"Be silent," Anne told me, and I was. Deep down, I wanted to protest, but something was stopping me from saying anything.
Anne turned towards my wife and smiled.
"What ... what did you do to my husband?" she asked, noticing that I couldn't seem to speak suddenly.
"He's not your husband," Anne told my wife.
My wife looked confused, then stammered a bit. "B-but ..."
"He's just a friend," Anne stated matter-of-factly.
My wife was obviously resisting Anne's statements, saying "He's my ..."
"He's just your friend, nothing more, remember?" Anne sweetly suggested.
"Yes, of course, he is," my wife said, her memories being completely reworked. "He's kinda cute, though. It's too bad we're not more than just friends."
"Oh, you're not attracted to him," Anne said.
"What? I'm not?"
"Of course not. You're a lesbian, remember?"
"I ... I'm a ..."
"A lesbian," Anne said, reinforcing the idea.
"Yeah, uh, of course. I'm a lesbian. He's just a close friend of mine. But I'm not interested in him. I'm only interested in women."
"No, not women. Woman. Have you forgotten? We're dating. We've been dating for a while now."
My wife looked a little dazed for a moment, then she smiled. "Of course, sweetie," she said, moving closer to Anne and putting an arm around her. "I feel so silly. How could I forget my own girlfriend?"
"Actually, if you remember, I proposed to you about a week ago. We're actually engaged now."
"We're getting married?" my wife yelled out excitedly, smiling.
"That's right. Oh, we'll both look so beautiful in our wedding gowns."
I tried to speak now more than ever. Anne had twisted my wife's mind around so much. But I still couldn't speak, much to my dismay.
Anne turned to me. "And now for you," she said, with a smirk. Oh no! Was she going to change my mind the way she had my wife's? Would I even remember who I'm really supposed to be? How was Anne even doing any of this?
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