Standing up on his still-wobbly legs, Billy stumbled over and grabbed Emily's shoulders and shook her body while angrily glaring at the elderly male noggin sitting atop it. "Where's my wife?!?! You sick, twisted..." Billy growled.
Marty laughed. "Why, I'm right here, Billy-boy! I've just got a more experienced, BETTER head on my shoulders!"
Billy squeezed Emily's arms.
"Careful kid, you'll hurt the little lady. Anything you do to me, you do to her."
Reluctantly, Billy let go and looked over his wife's lovely little body and loathsome new visage with disgust. "How did you do this?!?!"
Marty stepped back and resumed looking down and admiring his newly acquired form, caressing and licking his lips all the while. "That doesn't matter. All you need to know is that this is MY world now, and you're just going to have to live with it." Marty stopped, and put his dainty new hands on his equally new pink-shorts-clad hips. "I think the first thing we need to do is put you in your place kid. I wear the pants in this marriage now."
"Fuck you, Marty! I'm not playing along with this shit!" Billy spat angrily.
Marty grinned devilishly. "Oh, you are so very, very wrong Billy-boy. You WILL play along, Or else! Now, get on your knees and crawl over her to me."
"That's not gonna happen bastard!" Billy protested.
A chime sounded, and the digital readout on Marty's collar went from 365 to 385. "Ooooo, not good for little Emily, stud. You just extended my stay."
"What?!?!" Billy's eyes went wide with horror.
"The collar is always listening Billy. Whenever you resist making my golden years pleasurable and what I desire, you get fined and I get to stay a little longer on your hot little bitch's body! Now, on the ground hubby!"
Billy snarled, but acquiesced. He dropped to the floor and angrily crawled over to Marty, looking up at the old man's chuckling face atop his wife's amazing body. "Kiss my new heels."
"You're going to pay for this, Marty. I swear, the second Emily is free of you..."
"Yadda, yadda, yadda. Less babbling more kissing." Marty insisted.
Billy reluctantly kissed one white high heel tip and then the other.
"What a good husband. Now. Grab the keys to that slick car of yours. We're going to go run a couple of errands."
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