The Perfect Wife
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Living so far from home at the age of 18-years-old Megan a pretty blonde girl and an adorable figure; was offered a full scholarship to an all girls college out of state. It was in the beginning of fall when Megan began her first college semester.
Megan’s was acing most of her freshmen classes, as usual. Just as in high school, she was terrific at subjects like science and math. Which was why it bothered her so much that in her freshmen year of college, she was suddenly getting B’s and even C’s in one class: home ec. She didn’t see why a course on cooking, cleaning and managing a household was even a requirement. It seemed so archaic, so ’50s.
It wasn’t that she didn’t expect to get married and have kids someday. In fact, finding a smart, accomplished man wasn’t high on her list of things to do over the next few years. With her blond hair, usually pulled back in a simple ponytail, the full lips she highlighted with the latest flesh colored gloss , and blue eyes that looked small and pretty behind her cute-style glasses, she knew she had always been attractive. And though she usually wore casual jeans and button-down shirts, she enjoyed dressing up occasionally in clothing that really showed off her slim yet suggestive figure.
Meanwhile, the stupid home-ec class was pulling down her grade-point average, which would make it more difficult for her to get into a good grad school. She went to the dean of students, that ugly little creep named Sanders, and asked if she could drop the class. The man looked her up and down for several seconds with his ferret little eyes before finally replying: “Sorry. The class was absolutely required. If you needed extra help, ask the instructor.”
She knew this home-ec class would only last one semester, mainly 16 weeks and she be home free.
Only 16 weeks I can do this she told herself. Sighing, she went and scheduled an appointment with the teacher, Ms. Adams. Make that Miss, as the woman insisted on being called.
Miss Adams was an attractive brunette in her mid-’30s. Megan thought she wore too much makeup, but figured it was par for the course for someone who taught such an old-fashioned topic. She reminded Megan of a pretty, perky housewife from an old TV sitcom.
“I think I know what your problem is, Megan,” Miss Adams said. “You don’t have the right mindset for this kind of study.”
“I’ve never had trouble studying before,” Megan said. “I just never thought cooking and cleaning would have to be part of my resume.”
“That’s just it, you don’t take this class seriously,” Miss Adams replied. “But I think if we spend some time in the study lab, I can help you see things more clearly.”
Thinking about grad school, Megan was ready to agree to anything. So she made an appointment to meet Miss Adams there the following day.
The lab turned out to be located in the science center. When Megan got there, Miss Adams unlocked a door and took Megan into an even smaller room. It was crowded with all kinds of electronic equipment, including stereo headphones and a flat screen TV monitor.
“There are two things getting in the way of your doing well in my class,” Miss Adams said. “One is that you seem to find it difficult to relax around subjects that make you uncomfortable, and that makes it much harder to learn things. The other is that you don’t seem to have much appreciation for the need to know about household matters, or at least to have an understanding of the women, such as yourself who do find them to be important parts of their daily lives. But the equipment here can help you with both those problems.”
Megan was dubious, but figured that if Miss Adams saw she was trying, at least she might go easier on her grade. She sat down in a deep, plush chair by the electronic console. “We start out by listening to relaxing music, which will put you in a better frame of mind for learning,” Miss Adams said. “Put on these stereo headphones. You’ll still be able to hear me because I’ll be talking through a microphone connected to the stereo.” Megan did as she was told. She could barely hear music playing in the headphones. It was faint, but seemed to some sort of soft muzak, a far cry from the country music she usually listened to. At least there were some cool stereo effects. Sometimes the music seemed to come into her left ear, sometimes her right, and sometimes it seemed to meet in the middle and switch places.
“That’s it,” she heard Miss Adams’ voice say. Through the earphones, her voice seemed particularly soft and resonant, not at all unpleasant. “Now, I want you to sit back, take a deep breath, let it out and relax.” Megan did as she was told, and was surprised to find a month’s worth of tension seem to exit her body as she exhaled. “Mmmm,” Megan said. “That really works.” She smiled. “Do it again,” Miss Adams said. “Breathe in, and exhale all your stress and tension.” The next time was even better. Megan felt as if she was floating.
“Very good,” said Miss Adams. “You’re reaching a state of mind that has been found perfect for learning. In fact, you’re very lucky… This equipment has helped many of my students already, and I’m glad you have a chance to use it.”
“There’s nothing dangerous using this thing, is there?” Megan asked. “Don’t be silly, what could be dangerous?” Miss Adams asked in her soft, soothing voice. Don’t be silly, Megan thought to herself.
“All right, now we’ve come to the most important part of your … education,” Miss Adams said. “You need to understand exactly why this subject is important to your life. To help you do that, I’m going to show you a computer simulation of someone who has that understanding already. When you can see things from her point of view, then you’ll get the idea yourself.”
I guess that makes sense, Megan thought. Actually, the idea seemed a little strange, but whatever. She certainly didn’t feel like moving from her comfy chair with the nice music.
Miss Adams flipped a switch and an image formed on the computer screen. A slender, cute young blond girl was standing in a kitchen. She looked strangely familiar to Megan, although she wasn’t sure why. Long blond curls down the blue eye girl’s back in a obviously sexy way, or wear an outfit like that. The young 19 teen year old girl had a frilly pink apron around her waist, over a very short skirt. Her long, slim legs were curvy and well shaved.
The girl also had on a white silk blouse with several buttons open, underneath exposing her pretty breasts. Unlike the dark red lipstick Megan favored, the girl’s was soft pink, covered in so much lip gloss they seemed incredibly wet. Megan wasn’t sure if she was dressed for cooking or a porn movie.
“Hi! I’m here to share the joys of home ec,” the girl said in a soft, breathy voice. “I absolutely love it!” The voice was sexy and giggly, like some dumb cheerleader. Megan looked at Miss Adams. “Are you kidding?” she asked. “Oh, just relax, darling,” Miss Adams said. Megan started to say something else, but was suddenly overtaken by that calm, relaxed feeling again. What was she about to say? Whatever… she felt so good. Her eyes returned to the screen.
“Now, the way this works is like a language lab,” Miss Adams said. “She’ll say something, and you’ll repeat it. Only in this lab you’ll repeat it in English, exactly like she says it. And remember, the idea is to see things from her point of view.”
“I could never see things like her,” Megan protested. “I mean, look at her.”
“Megan, she’s a girl, just like you. Don’t you think you should have compassion for other girls?”
It was an odd argument, but Megan couldn’t dispute it. She did want to support other girls. “Yes,” she said.
“Okay, then just try your best.”
“All right,” Megan said.
“The girl on the screen certainly has nice blue eyes, doesn’t she, Megan? They’re pretty, just like yours.”
“Yes,” Megan said. They really were pretty… just like mine.
“I love home ec,” the girl said in her sweet, sexy voice.
“Go ahead, Megan,” Miss Adams said.
“Um… okay.” she might as well try it. “I love home ec.”
“Come on, Megan, you can do better than that,” Miss Adams said. “See things like she does… say it like she does. Feel it inside.”
“I love home ec,” the girl repeated.
“I love home ec,” Megan said. That was better, she thought. She could feel a little giggle in her voice this time. This certainly was a silly exercise.
“I need home ec,” the girl said.
“I need home ec,” Megan repeated. Okay, this wasn’t so hard.
“I need home ec to take care of my man,” the girl said.
What? “Wait,” Megan said. “I’m not saying that.”
“Megan, honey, you don’t have to believe what she says. You just need to understand where she’s coming from. Put yourself in her place. You can do that, can’t you? Now relax and say it.”
“I need home ec to take care of my man,” the girl repeated.
Okay… “I need home ec to take care of my man,” Megan replied. Yes, she could see that. Take care of a man. Why not?
“I need home ec because I’m just a girl,” she said.
What? “All right, that’s it — this is nuts,” Megan said. “What are you trying to do here? I’m leaving.”
Suddenly Miss Adams turned a knob on the console and the music in Megan’s ears grew much louder. “Relax, Megan,” Miss Adams cooed into the microphone. “There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing here. You’re just learning something new. That’s okay, isn’t it? Now relax, relax, relax.”
Um… Megan had to think. There was something wrong here. She needed to concentrate, but relax, relax, relax, she couldn’t seem to… relax, relax, relax.
“It’s so hard to think,” the girl on the screen was saying. “I’m just a girl, and it’s hard for girls to think.”
“It’s so hard to think,” Megan heard himself saying. Wait, she had to think. But it’s so hard for girls to think…
“So hard to think when you’re just a silly girl,” she said.
“So hard to think when you’re just a silly girl,” Megan repeated. She almost giggled. This whole thing was so silly…
“All I want is to cook and clean and be sexy for my man,” the girl said. Megan repeated. “My man is so handsome and strong,” the girl said. “He makes me feel so soft and feminine and weak in the knees. I can’t think when I’m around him. All I can think of is being sexy, his sexy little girl.”
Megan felt her mouth hanging slightly open. She couldn’t seem to move her lips well enough to repeat the words out loud, but they were buzzing around in her head. The girl had such pretty blue eyes… She was just like her. Megan understood what she was saying. Everything was so right, so true.
“I used to think I was smart, but now I know I’m just a girl,” she said. “I can still do things, but only when it helps to serve my man. I can cook, and clean, and mend, and sew. And I can dress up so sexy to make him happy. I wish he would make love to me… I need him to make love to me all the time…”
Megan wished his man would make love to her. She tried to think of something.. what was she thinking of before… so hard to think when you’re just a girl, Wait, no… “I can think for myself,” Megan said weakly.
Miss Adams typed something into the computer console, but Megan was in no state to notice. “I can think for myself,” the girl was saying.”I can think whatever my man tells me to. I can believe whatever my man tells me to. I’m so lucky that my man is always right. Men are so big and strong and right… it feels good to be so weak and soft. I love being just a girl.”
“I’ve got to think,” Megan mumbled. “Got to get out of here…” “It feels so good not to think,” the girl was saying. “Feels so good to forget, forget, forget.”
I’ve got to… got to forget, forget, forget, Megan thought. No, that wasn’t it. Got to…
“Can’t think cause I’m just a silly girl. A silly sexy girl.”
Megan was such a silly girl. Such a silly, sexy girl.
“My man makes me so hot,” the girl was saying. “He makes me feel so soft and sexy. I have to do anything he says. I love to do anything he says. I want him to make love to me. Need him to make love to me.”
Need him to make love to me, Megan thought. My man, my man…
“Would you like to see your man, Megan?” Miss Adams asked through the speakers.
Megan was vaguely aware of the question. “Uh, okay,” she said.
Miss Adams typed into the computer. “Here he is,” the computer girl said. She brought out a photograph and held it up to the camera. It filled the screen in front of Megan’s eyes. Megan never seen him before, he was a complete stronger. “Isn’t he handsome?” the girl was saying. “He’s so big and strong… Doesn’t he just make you melt?”
Megan was suddenly overcome by feelings for the man in the picture. Someone she never met before, such a big, strong man, and she, Megan, was such a slut. If only he, would come to her she’d do anything for …..
“I love him. Don’t you love him?”
Megan was in love. The man was so strong, so powerful. This big man would take care of her, and Megan would wash and clean and cook and sew and make love to her man all night long…
“Do you understand the need for home ec now, Megan?” Miss Adams asked.
“Yes,” Megan replied before passing out.
Three months later a few days before Christmas, Megan was working on the special French meal she was learning in home ec class. It was kind of complicated for a silly girl like her, but since she’d quit all her other classes to take nothing but home ec, she was gradually catching on. Sometimes it seemed strange that she was spending all her time cooking and sewing. Occasionally she even seemed to remember a little bit of her former life, before she wore the frilly pink apron and a sexy white shirt exposing her breasts partway. But it was so hard to think…
Just then, Miss Adams interrupted her. “There’s someone here to see you, Megan. Go into my office.” Megan accompanied her into the small room. “You remember him, don’t you? This is Kyle Tanner, Miss Adams said before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
“Hello, Megan,” said Mr. Tanner. He ran his eyes over the previously studious young girl, who now looked just like a pretty model. Megan looked at him wondering what he wanted from her, and she felt her insides melting just thinking of Kyle a man she never met before, her knees buckling, her mind swimming. “I’m glad to see you’re doing well in this class. When your obedient wife training course is complete we can get married, you can cook for me every day.”
Written by Trainer81