March 2nd, 2010 | 
Author: Dave into Becky
Linda desired sex, often pleading with Dave for attention, however Dave seemed distant and disinterested. Linda began to wonder if she was no longer attractive or desirable. Dave would virtually ignore her unless she spent great amounts of time applying uncomfortable amounts of makeup, wore false eyelashes, kept her nails so long that simple tasks were difficult, and wore only the highest heels and shortest skirts. He demanded that she wear her hair unfashionably long. In essence, her husband demanded that she look like a hooker all of the time or he simply would not acknowledge her existence. She was not allowed to wear or even own flats or pants. Often times Dave would come home unannounced from work to make sure she was properly dressed and made up.
Clearly, this was a most unpleasant situation for Linda. she longed to dress and behave as a normal married woman of 30, however Dave would not tolerate any deviation from his "ideal" of the perfect woman. Linda had twice been to an orthopedic surgeon complaining of the extreme cramping in her legs and feet only to be advised that she should stop wearing high heels and give her calves and feet a chance to heal. When confronted with the physicians diagnosis, Dave was adamantly opposed to any change in her wardrobe regardless of the consequences. Similarly, she developed a rash on her face from the heavy makeup and despite a personal call from her dermatologist, Dave would not relent and allow her to wear less makeup.
It was on her Friday trip to the market that the method of her retribution became clear. Perusing the tabloids near the checkout she noticed a headline "Woman Transforms Abusive Husband into Topless Waitress", she knew then what her course of action would be.
The Plot
Friday evening, Linda embarked on her plan to transform her ungrateful husband. Calling her sister Susan, a physician's assistant to a plastic surgeon of questionable morals and abilities, she detailed her plan and enlisted her sister's aid. "Bring the bastard down to the clinic, I have the equipment and the skills to effect the modifications you desire and sufficient drugs to assure that Dave cooperates 100%. All of the staff are at a conference this week and we'll have the place to ourselves" was Susans enthusiastic reply. Hanging up the phone she prepared herself for the outing, putting on the ridiculous French maids outfit that so humiliated her when Dave made her wear it out to the grocery or to accompany him to shoot pool at the sleazy sports bar he hung out at. Globing on makeup and eyeshadow, fitting herself with the tacky, cheap jewelry he provided as gifts of his love and pulling on the thigh-high 6" stiletto heel boots that gave her the most excruciating leg cramps, she waited for Dave's arrival home from work.
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