Melissa awoke the next morning to the increasing pinching of her black lingerie strap on her shoulders, and the sounds of Celine Dion wafting over from the speaker set up on their bedside table. Melissa's sparkling eyes flashed open and a brilliant smile lit up her face as she remembered all of the changes of the day before, and that today would be the first full day of her new life, starting with the fact that she had woken up with Susan's arms gently hugging her stomach, their legs entangled. Still, as much as she wanted to snuggle back under the covers and cuddle the day away with her wife, her bra was getting more insistent by the minute that she get up and begin preparing for the day.
Slowly she began to extricate herself, only for a sleepy Susan to try pulling her back, "No, don't go baby..."
"I've got to shower and get ready, darling," Melissa cooed softly, still totally enamored with her new relationship. Susan looked somehow both incredibly cute and sweet, her eyes not fully open and her hair all askew, and amazingly hot, still half wearing the deep scarlet lingerie Melissa had the honor of peeling off her the night before.
Susan let her go and pouted slightly. 'M'okay, don't use up all the water," she teased before rolling back over to get a few more minutes of sleep before she needed to get up herself. Melissa turned off the speaker and made one quick detour to pluck a certain stone out of the drawer she'd hidden it in, before stepping into their ensuite. She was guessing, since Susan was the primary breadwinner, that a fair bit of the domestic tasks fell to her, something she was relishing. Jon's fantasy had been to create an ideal of MILFhood, and that hadn't really changed since she'd affirmed her identity as Melissa. She was quite happy to let Susan wear the pants, and be her doting, devoted wife, cooking dinner, keeping the house etc. She didn't want to be stuck at home, obviously, but she couldn't deny she was still getting some deep pleasure from embracing stereo-typically feminine things.
"I wish I was incredibly talented at all domestic tasks, including but not limited to, being a master gardener, a world class chef, and a gifted interior designer," Melissa intoned, the stone flashing white for a moment. There was a shimmer through the house as reality adjusted to match her latest wish; the decor hadn't been untasteful before, but now everything looked like something out of a magazine spread. It was more lived in than that, two teenage girls lived there afterall, but you could tell each room had been carefully put together by someone with an artistic eye.
Melissa's first shower as a woman was wonderful, but it wasn't nearly as long as she wanted it to be. Only ten minutes of relishing in the warm suds caressing her new curves went by, before there was a knocking at the clear glass window of the shower and Melissa looked over to see her outfit for the day fluttering, seemingly impatiently, as it waited for her to finish and towel off. Reluctantly she turned the water off and set about drying off. She momentarily started to wrap the towel at her waist before remembering to instead wrap it around her breasts, still a bit unexperienced doing things as her new gender without the training wheels of her clothes.
She made her way out of the shower and into the bathroom, the clothes circling her almost hungrily. "A-alright, if you're sure you're ready," she squeaked, still loving the playacting of slightly resisting her semi-sentient wardrobe. Her clothes flew forward, first pulling her towel away, leaving her momentarily naked. She took herself in, gazing into the mirror, god, I'm fantastic. It was perhaps a conceited thought, but not an inaccurate one as the world class beauty she'd wished herself into was readily apparent.
She was shaken from her thoughts as a pink bra rimmed with lace launched itself at her, slipping around her arms and cupping her breasts as it snapped on. Melissa let out a little sigh, while her breasts were remarkably gravity defying for a woman of her age, it still felt more comfortable for her DDs to have some support. The bra adjusted itself automatically as a matching set of pink panties shimmied up her legs; Melissa let out a little moan, the expensive fabric feeling wonderful on her skin.
Then a white silk collared button up pounced upon her, slipping her arms into it's sleeves and wrapping tightly around her torso. The small buttons of the blouse did themselves up, pulling tight against her breasts, but leaving the top two unbuttoned. Looking in the mirror, she could see it gave a tantalizing view of her cleavage, while still staying just the right side of respectability. As soon as it was on her she felt it correcting her posture, keeping her from slumping and pushing her chest out a bit. It was followed by a high waisted black pencil skirt with a golden buckle, that bound itself tightly at her midsection, seamlessly enhancing her hourglass figure.
Her shirt began to move her arms and sh found herself grabbing for a brush, and she realized she was meant to brush out her hair. Slowly, her mane of honey brown wavy locks untangled and dried, cascading glossily down her back. At the same time she watched in some amazement as her face shimmered and makeup automatically reapplied itself based on her previous wish; it was a little less heavy than she'd worn for going out to eat, but it still enhanced her natural beauty wonderfully, in her own opinion.
From her jewelry box in their bedroom, several pieces slipped through the crack in the door and zoomed towards her. Two dangling pearl earrings with gold fittings attached themselves, followed by matching gold bangles for each of her wrists. A diamond pendant necklace with a thin gold chain snapped around her neck, dangling down dangerously, and of course her ginormous engagement ring and wedding set that she'd set aside to shower, zipped back on her fingers. She smiled stupidly down at the rock on her left hand, privately delighted at how much nicer it was than when it had first zipped off Linda's hand and onto hers, due to subsequent wishes. She was sure her sister still wore a copy of the original.
Finally, as she went to step out of the bathroom and begin her day, two shiny 4 inch black pumps slipped seamlessly under her feet and began guiding her steps, swaying her hips and giving her the elegant gait of Melissa Piermont. When she stepped out into the bedroom, she found Susan sitting up on the bed, evidently preparing to finally get up and get her own shower and was delighted by the sight of her wife staring dumbstruck at her. Melissa giggled, relishing in how attractive it made her feel, "As much as I appreciate the attention, darling, I've got to get breakfast ready."
