"Susanne, these are some very nice dresses but I don't think they fit the assignment, do they?" A cracking black nail taps the student's desk with slight impatience, Susanne always seems so distracted in class and now it seems she hasn't paid attention to the given task in the slightest. Raine already hates that she's had to substitute for this class for so long when it's certainly out of her depth, it should be apparent from the lackadaisical way in which the woman dresses herself that she has very little passion for this sort of thing. The substitute can only assume this is the reason why Susanne, who has a strong passion for designing old fashioned dresses even when she's been told to try a different angle, has been staring at the poor woman all week. Obviously Raine is happy to have the attention of the class when she's speaking, but Susanne's eyes tend to linger much longer, to the point that the woman has to remind the girl of her work. 

College is a world of independent study and with their actual lecturer on unexpected leave, half the class does not even bother to show their face with the attendance grade lifted. Susanne is always in her seat at the front of the room, flashing her finest smile. Raine is not exactly sure why she finds it disconcerting.

"Hmm... well, no. This assignment is no good, Mrs. Tilley." The top student frowns and continues working on her dress while referring to her sketchbook. Raine picks up the book and flicks through it curiously, every single sketch and design following a rather predictable formula. Very traditional, she thinks with a wry grin. 

"Please, I'm not married." The woman laughs, sitting herself up on the edge of the desk and noticing when Susanne gets distracted by her presence again. Endless green eyes roll over Raine and they make her feel seen in a way that somehow doesn't provide comfort but a prickly sensation on the back of her neck. Susanne's smile is bright, but her eyes are curiously penetrative. 

At the confession, those eyes of Susanne's widen and the girl stops trimming fabric to respond properly. "R-really now? That's a tragedy, Miss Tilley! You're already in what, your mid thirties? Even if you dress like a teenaged rebel I'd have thought you... hmm..." Susanne takes back her sketchbook and begins flicking through it purposefully, landing on a ridiculous dress that Raine couldn't imagine seeing outside of a fancy dress party or historical reenactment, perhaps on television. "If... if I made something like this for you, I bet you'd be wifed up in a heartbeat. I'd have to adjust the proportions... I tend to imagine women with a bit more to work with but that's okay..."

Raine's jaw drops at the gall of this girl nearly half her age. The woman looks down at her torn jeans and faded vintage band tee with a slight frown, ringed fingers tracing over her studded belt as though it had just been personally wounded. Of course she had expected these brats in her colleagues course to judge her style silently, but Susanne makes a spectacle of her. Sensing the tension, the room slowly starts to empty. The rest of those shamelessly spoken words hit her soon after... Susanne is definitely NOT a normal girl!

"Ahaha... you're sweet, but I'm definitely not interested in that sort of thing. I'll remind you that if you don't actually follow the assignment then--"

"I already completed that yesterday, it isn't why I'm here." Susanne dismisses her professor flippantly, still eyeing her up like she's on the meat aisle. 

"I don't think it's appropriate to come in just to provide snide remarks on my appearance." For some reason, Susanne's attitude is really beginning to get under Raine's skin in a way even the worst of them never could. Usually, due to her alternative vibe, Raine never has trouble getting along with the more difficult students who give her attitude while their parents cover tuition. She's never been afraid to call them out for the dumb pricks they are at the waste of money, but Susanne strikes an odd fear, like she can't be erred in her obsession. 

The brunette smiles, continuing to stare with an eager smile. "Oh don't misunderstand me, Miss Tilley. I'm looking at you because you're pretty, or well, I know there's a pretty woman buried under all that black makeup and those silly piercings. It's like you're trying to hide the perfect wife material, why is that?" 

A shudder at those words, spoken without a hint of irony or humility. Raine feels like biting her nails, or throttling this creepy bitch and throwing her career down the drain. "Okay, look... I've been patient with you, Susanne, but you're crossing--"

"Why don't you look, Miss? I can't help but feel like you've been looking away from your true self for so long that you've forgotten your real beauty... hehe, let me show you okay?" Susanne quickly reaches for the hand mirror on her desk buried under different cuts of fabric, holding it up to the older woman's face with an eerie smile on her own. All of a sudden her words feel strangely commanding, difficult to disobey, that prickly sensation returns to the back of Raine's neck and reaches her head. Something about her voice is making her want to listen. "Look past all that silly stuff you've done to yourself and really try to focus on who you are."

Raine stares into the mirror passively, eyes soon focusing when she's told to. The woman is greeted by dark eyeliner, metal studs and nose rings, midnight black hair that frames her face while her pursed black lips soon relax into a straight line. "Who I... am? Susanne, what the hell are y--"

"Hush now. It's time for listening, Miss Tilley. Beautiful women such as yourself should be seen and not heard, don't you think?" The girl slides closer and notices that they're the only two left in class save for that fusspot at the back Susanne already converted. 

"I... no? I think that's... very, uhm, wrong?" With a long sigh, the woman cannot find herself able to look away from her reflection, the black hair becoming inexplicably lighter as it sets into radiant golden curls. 

"You're a very silly woman, Miss Tilley, you've forgotten your place." 

The woman recoils and manages to pry her eyes away from the compelling mirror and shake her head profusely at her student's insulting language. Susanne appears startled at the sudden resistance, but not all too worried. "You can cut the crap, young lady. I ain't buying into any of that meninism - women are our property bullshit and frankly I'm disappointed and... fucking horrified that a sweet thing like you would be parroting such a rotten rhetoric, I mean, fucking hell... I'd very much like to meet your parents." Raine pushes back and returns her feet to the floor, stepping back towards the front of the classroom while Susanne matches her step perfectly. 

The younger girl closes in, not giving the red-faced woman space until her back hits the wall. "Gosh, you just won't stop misunderstanding me today, Miss Tilley! Who said anything about men? They'd put you in my dresses only to disrespect them and treat you like their private fuckdoll. Beauty is nothing but a titillating aesthetic for them, I'm not so crass. Warping minds is where I really get off, hehe." Susanne snickers and closes the distance between them with a hum and a step, leaning against the wall with a hand over Raine's shoulder while the other curls around her hand mirror. "Well... do you want to know a little secret? This isn't my class! Susanne is a 'friend' of mine, she let me attend after a little 'persuasion' because I really wanted us to meet like this."

"Wh-what? That's not... you're so passionate and..." Confused by the unfolding scene as she is, Raine does not think to move, pinned to the wall like taxidermy crow. 

"That sketchbook is mine, you're not wrong about my passion. I've been planning to turn you, but I wanted to get it right. I can pick these things up so quickly it scares me. Do you see now? This isn't about men and women, you dumb fucking slut, this is about the weak and the strong. I've a hobby of collecting weak willed women and warping them into their opposite selves, because the opposite of weak is strong! As a strong woman myself, it really is a public service~" The girl bites her lip in satisfaction at the bewildered expression worn by her prey, those painted black lips spilling unspoken maledictions that only make the young hypnotist feel more in control. "The more I do this, the more I start to wonder if I'm the only one, because every woman is so weak for me in the end. Just look at yourself, tell me I'm wrong."

Before Raine can think to push the girl away she finds herself glancing her own reflected horror and it slowly melts back into neutrality. A self-cleaning canvas, her makeup wiped away by the revealing mirror and the piercings melting down into its handle. While she tries to look away, the hypnotist's mocking laughter reminds her just how weak she is. A weak woman who forgot her place, was it? The words play in her mind and she attempts to combat them with failing strategies. Her reason is reduced down into resignation by the revealing reflection, Raine raising her hand to push only to be swatted away with ease. 

"I meant it when I said you'd make a good wife, Miss Tilley. So long as you don't mind sharing, I can make a Mrs out of you. We could do with a housewife back in my private paradise, it was once a college dorm but it's more like a utopia for liberated lesbians like yourself now. My girls would be elated to have an older woman to cook and clean for us, you know the stereotypes about college students! How do you feel about stereotypes, love?" 

A traitorous smile is the next change enforced by the mesmerising mirror, Raine's lips curling while the onyx gloss is painted over with a new cherry coating. "I... I'm not gay? And... uhhh, stereotypes?" If she could raise her arms the woman would clutch her head, she's so dizzy as this girl's words continue to assault her. They were so easy to disagree with before, but now she can't make sense of her own mind so the words spill inside and get confused for thought. 

"You're not gay? I guess a stereotypical old fashioned housewife wouldn't be, openly at least, but that's no good for me. I'll change your perceptions a little, perhaps I'll wear a suit if it'd wet your simple cunt for me." With a cruel giggle, the Queen of Paradise cups her latest acquisition's crotch through her jeans and squeezes it possessively. "My property." Her words are laced with poison but the mirror compels Raine to nod along with any ridiculing assertion. "Before I can dress you up, I need to undress those unneeded inhibitions of yours. That petty pride that has you aspiring to be anything more than owned. You'll be good for me, won't you?"

With a sharp gasp, Raine lifts her hips into that strong hand and realises that she really is a weaker woman than she had thought. "I'll... ugh, my head..." Her eyes scrunch shut as she fights the confusion with gritted teeth, but when they flutter open and meet the pretty woman in the mirror it all starts to click into place. "I'll be good?" 

"Is that a question?" The girl who isn't Susanne pulls back and slaps Raine on the cheek, the force seeming to excise any and all fight left in her weak mind. Even the confusion is sent careening onto the ground, a firm touch that told her place so expertly that she can no longer doubt. 

"I'll be good." The woman states with a lopsided smile, ready to be remodelled into the perfect wife at long last. 

The backs of soft fingers brush over the light red mark on the substitute professor's cheek, the woman's new owner seeming pleased with how quickly this one bought into her magic mirror induction after a few weeks of laying the groundwork. It's amazing how much you can feed into a person's ear while they're half listening, office hours are a godsend. 'Susanne' has to admit that she's enjoyed sketching all of these silly dresses and imagining her doll in them, but she's settled for the one labelled 'Strawberry Shortcake'.

Having finally submitted to be changed, the rest of the day is something of a blur for Raine Tilley. The woman is stripped of her makeup and jewellery but quickly supplied with replacements that make her heart flutter, beginning to look just like the woman in the mirror with a pretty made up face and much classier earrings. Her hair is dyed and curled at a local salon while her nails are given French manicure. Raine has to thank her owner for every single change, being a stay at home wife as she is it isn't as though she pays for any of this herself. With a lightness in her heart the woman is led around the city until she's ready to learn her place in paradise proper.

"Okay love, 'member when I said I'd finished the assignment yesterday? I was actually talking about your dress, though I'll probably have others made of course. One for every day of the week, you can wash and iron them yourself hehe. I hope you like this one, though, I'd never made any clothing before so I'm really rather proud." The woman Raine now understands to be her dominant wife, the breadwinner, pushes the former professor onto her dorm bed as a harem soon swarms her to help remove all of those ill-suited clothes. With welcome aid, Rainey is slipped into her dress and fastened in. 

The woman sits on the bed in a beautiful coral dress with white frills and puff sleeves. When the mirror is presented to her, she beams and thanks her lovely wife with a demure kiss before letting out an affectionate giggle. "Just a pretty, girly thing for me. Can you cook, doll?"

Raine still smiles on the bed, shocked at how pretty she looks in the mirror, unrecognisable from the woman she'd started the day as. A mess of a person, a weak woman as her wife would say. "Oh humm... yes, a little? I'll learn for you, I'll be good! I... I love this perfume, by the way."

"Good Mrs. Tilley, you probably have a lot to learn in terms of keeping tidy and doing laundry too, but that's okay. We've prepared some instructional videos for you." The hypnotist smirks as she holds up that sweaty band tee and pokes a finger through one of the holes near the bottom. 

For the rest of the week, Raine spends her time in the converted girls dorm learning all that she can about being a good and proper woman, sometimes practicing before bed while the other girls smirk and watch the show. More dresses are made for her, but the one handmade by her wife will always be the best. Perhaps she should learn to make strawberry shortcake as a show of gratitude.

Raine never realised how rewarding baking could be, it's becoming her favourite pastime. 

After a month of training and deep conditioning, Mrs. Tilley beams with plain joy as the woman slaves away in the kitchen without breaking a sweat. She had a job once, she thinks, but then she's reminded that thinking too much is unbecoming for women of her stature. Rainey knows her place, feeling a little swell of pride at catching herself as she pulls buns from the oven and makes sure to fill a saucer of milk for the dogs.

A group of college girls and one of the faculty approach on their knees, wearing thick collars that connect to a set of four leashes all convening in a single grip. The naked girls lap at the milk competitively while Rainey's wife yawns in her dressing gown, releasing the leash to push her good housewife against the counter. "There you are, should've known hehe. Good morning, love." The girl leans up on her slippers and kisses across the woman's jaw. Rainey melts and giggles, so weak for her wife Jessica. 

"Elle! No biting or I'll have to crack the muzzle out again. Ah, would you make me a coffee love?" Jess leans against the counter and sighs happily, one of the dogs whining and lowering her head."

"Coming right up, darling!" The housewife simpers and steps over in clacking heels to boil the kettle. Looking out through the window onto the city streets below, she notices the wet asphalt reflecting shining sun and her smile widens. Soon enough, there will be no more signs of yesterday's rain.