“What do you mean you did this?” she said and shot Tom a dirty stare.

“Oh come on Tabitha, you know what I’m talking about.” he replied, she could hear the honesty in his voice but she really didn’t know what he was talking about.

“No I don’t.  And don’t call me that, I hate that name.” Tammy replied.

“You see, that’s what I’m talking about, you never wanted to be called Tammy before, you hated the name.  Now it’s all you respond to!”

Tammy furrowed her brow in thought, did she hate her name?  She couldn’t recall every being called anything but Tammy, even if her birth certificate said Tabitha.  She’d been teased as a child with that name and so she’d been Tammy ever since.

“Tom you know I was teased as a kid with that name, please call me Tammy.  And no I still don’t know what your talking about.”

“Ok, fine, what about your hair?”

“What about my hair?” she said, running her fingers through her long platinum blonde locks.

“You hate blondes, last month it was pitch black and now it’s bleached out!”

“Well, I wanted a change so I made it, what’s wrong with that?”

“And your makeup and clothes?”

“So I went on a bit of a shopping spree, so what?”

“And your job?”

“Well the firm wouldn’t give me the time off to get my breast implants so I quit.  What about it?” she replied as she grabbed her boobs and re-positioned them.

“So what your saying is that you’ve gone from a girl next door, soon to be partner at your law firm to a big boobed blonde that works at the departments store’s makeup counter at the mall because you wanted to?”

“Of course not, don’t be silly.  I’ve become a big boobed blonde so I can be your trophy wife of course!”

Tom smiled, “Well that’s so much better Tammy.  Why don’t you get down on your knees and show me how a good trophy wife keeps her man satisfied.”

Tammy let out a giggle and dropped to her knees, she’d been waiting weeks for this and she couldn’t be happier now that her lips were wrapping around Tom’s cock for the first time.