It was a small ceremony. Karyn refused to come and Jon understood why. They had been through so much because of DeMorrell and the stone. How could he expect Karyn to watch him marry the person responsible for it all no matter how much Jon had changed her? His parents came. His sisters were flower girls. Grandpa Jack insisted on giving away the bride since she had no family of her own to attend the ceremony. Nora served as her bridesmaid. Both of them thoroughly enjoyed DeMorrell's comeuppance, though Lucinda herself did not seem terribly distressed to find herself married off to Jon.
They honeymooned in Martinique at a place Lucinda remembered from her old life, a beautiful villa she still owned with a private beach and discrete, unobtrusive servants. Jon made thorough uncompromising use of his new wife, putting her through her paces morning, noon, and night. By the end of the third day Lucinda had been well initiated into her new gender. Of course, Jon periodically helped her along with a wish or two, tweaking her personality, her wardrobe, her preferences in bed. Some of the wishes were specifically designed so that she would remember her old life and be both embarassed and aroused by Jon's modifications of her.
By the end of the week Jon decided he pretty much had the perfect wife. Beautiful, busty and bustling with energy, compliant. In fact, he was having a lot of fun turning DeMorrell into what he had originally planned for "Jonni." There was only one fly in the ointment. Jon hated to hurt Karyn so much by marrying Lucinda, but DeMorrell's wish had guaranteed the two of them would be wed one way or the other. It was best, Jon decided, if it were on his terms.
Besides, nothing said he had to stay married forever. Still, it was getting harder and harder to imagine leaving the sensual, submissive creature he had created for some other woman.
By the end of two weeks they were on a plane to Europe, beginning a whirlwind tour of DeMorrell's many holdings in a long list of different countries. Everywhere they went, Jon adjusted reality to reflect Lucinda's new life, altering deeds and documents, reorganizing corporate structures, changing medical and academic records.
By the end of the month hardly anyone remembered Lucius DeMorrell, Lucinda's elder brother. He had disappeared on an archaeological expedition in South America over two decades ago when Lucinda was still a baby. For her own part Lucinda was still fabulously wealthy, the sole inheritor of the DeMorrell fortune, but the massive juggernaut of family holdings had been broken apart, companies turned over to new CEOs, trusts given over to new administrators, properties assigned to a variety of tennant landlords. Lucius had been an iron fisted tyrant that directly ruled his lands and companies with an malevolent energy that would have impressed Hitler himself. Lucinda was a pampered heiress who preferred to lose herself in motherhood and domestic bliss. She gladly (though perhaps with a trace of wish-induced regret) left the administration of her brother's old empire to a small army of lawyers and other loyal retainers.
By the end of the second month, their affairs in order, Jon and Lucinda were ready to return to America. Of course, there was one more development of note. Lucinda was pregnant "again," though in truth it was the first child of her body and the prospect of pregnancy frightened her worse than the experience of childbirth, which her false memories told her she had already endured.
By the end of the year, Lucinda was big with child. It wasn't so bad, a little awkward and at times uncomfortable, but she was glad to give her Jon another child, a boy this time, she hoped.
Yes, she was fairly certain Jon was having an affair with that Karyn girl and sometimes she cried about it at night when she was alone after putting her daughter to bed. Jon denied it, but Lucinda could tell.
It didn't matter though. As long as Karyn made Jon happy, Lucinda was happy.
