That’s it David. A few more memories and when you wake up, you’ll be Mrs. Tom Baker. You’ll remember who you were but these new memories will dominate and control your every action. Tom’s starting to talk about babies and I’m not in to that. I only married him for his money and I’ve transferred enough into my personal off shore account to live comfortably for a long time. The spell didn’t make you an exact copy of me, but it’s close enough. One blonde baby factory looks pretty much like another when the lights are off. There, it’s done. You were a slimy little shit David. Always trying to get into your sister in laws pants. Well now you can and everything else I own. Let’s see if you can be a better wife than you were a brother.
