Sandy had been the tomboy growing up, always in jeans and a flannel shirt, getting dirty in the mud, or the garage.
Most people had said she was too pretty for such nonsense, but she’d ignored them, proving that she was more than capable of holding her own with “the boys”.
After graduating high school she’d gone into the trades, finding a construction job pretty quickly and never looking back.
At least until last year when she’d been on a job at a mansion high up in the hills. She’d been on site for a few days doing some framing when the owner and her boss had come around for an inspection. She’d felt his eyes on her the moment she turned around and looked at him.
He was in his mid-fifties, well dressed, and radiated confidence and power even when just standing there listening to what her boss was describing.
For the next few weeks she’d had to fend him off.
At first it was just some small talk, trying to get her to engage, but she’d just kept working, answering his questions with simple one words replies.
Then it had been “suggestions” of drinks or diner.
Finally it had become instance she go on a date with him.
She couldn’t understand why he was interested in her. She didn’t have any makeup on, was wearing dirty work clothes, and generally put off the vibe of “keep away”.
But he’d seen it in her. That underlying beauty that she’d worked years to hide away under layers of dirty and hard work.
She’d finished the job and figured it was over and done with, after all, when would she see a wealthy tech CEO every again?
Sooner than she expected it turned out.
She’d come home one night after a long day or work at the end of a job, not really paying attention to anything but the grumbling in her stomach, and a desire for a nice long hot shower. She should of been noticing the white van that had followed her from the site, or the shadowy men concealed in the darkness, but it was too late by the time she did and she was whisked away in the windows van.
A few hours later she had a chip in her brain and was recovering from the surgery.
A week later she’d been trained to be a docile obedient pet.
A month later and she was hanging off the arm of the CEO with a complete makeover.
A year later and here she was, living in the CEO’s mansion, her transformation from hard working construction worker to sexed up trophy wife, complete.
He was having more work done on the house, her old boss was doing the work once more and he hadn’t even recognized her, still didn’t as far as she could tell.
But today was Saturday, and no work was being done, so she’d snuck out while her “husband” was at work and taken a seat on one of the ladders that were around the worksite.
She’d managed to get a few steps up, even in her towering heels, and now she laid one hand on the cold metal, her eyes closed, remembering what it had been like.
Old memories flooded back, but with each one a the chip brought forth a new one as well.
Her swinging a hammer to drive in a nail… her husband driving his dick into her pussy to drive home another orgasm.
Her cleaning her tools at the end of the day… her cleaning his dick with her lips after sucking all the cum from his balls.
Her changing into her work clothes and putting on sunscreen… her dressing up to go out in a tight little outfit and applying her heavy makeup.
She let it all wash over her, hundreds of memories of both her old life and new.
The problem was that she really couldn’t tell which one was better, and if that was an honest fact, or just the chip manipulating her mind.
She blinked several times and then opened her eyes before carefully stepping down from the ladder and wiggling her ass as she walked back into the mansion.
Perhaps she’d have to ask her husband if her old life or new life was better… yes that seemed like the best idea, and so she went to get ready for his return by checking her makeup and finding the perfect lingerie to wear for him.
