Tuesday September 22, 2026

Julia looked around at the art in the gallery but remained silent as Trevor stood just a few feet in front of her talking to a group of men.

It was strange being back her, well strange in the sense that the last time she’d been here her hair had been jet black, her makeup matching the darkness of her hair, her clothing a mix of lace and leather, several face piercings, and she’d been hanging on her girlfriends arm as Lilly was the the star of the exhibit.

Julia was, or at least had been, a hard core lesbian that had been dating Lilly for over a year when Lilly had finally broken through in the art scene, and she’d hung on her arm every time Lilly had been at an event, supporting her in very way she could.

And then they’d met Trevor.

Trevor was… well, she really didn’t know what he was. A mage? A physic? A mutant?

Well, whatever he was, he was powerful. He’d had the two of the wrapped around his little finger in a matter of minutes and the three of them had spent the night together.

It had turned out that he’d been hired by one of Lilly’s patrons to “fix” the one flaw that he saw that was limiting her potential… her girlfriend.

Trevor had no instructions on what to do with Julia, just that Lilly needed to be straight and have a boyfriend. Something about that threesome had caught his attention though and he’d decided to keep Julia for himself.

Now, a year later, he’d remolded her from that dark, brooding, lesbian bottom, into a nice, happy, bleach blonde trophy wife.

Perhaps though the thing that bother her most about what Trevor had done, was what she was looking at right now, Lilly and her Husband “Jim”, smiling, laughing, and charming the art world with her latest pieces.

She sighed inwardly, as much as she hated to admit it, Lilly was now more successful than ever. Her art seemed to be more deeply felt somehow, more vibrant, more… artist.

Julia jumped a little as Trevor’s arm wrapped around her waist and he leaned in, “Do you want to go over and talk to her?” he asked with a smirk.

She bit her lower lip and shook her head, “No… no, it’s better I don’t.” she whispered.

Trevor chuckled softly but nodded, then she turned to him and pushed her body up against his, “Take me home… fuck me.. fuck me so hard that I’ll wonder why I ever thought I was attracted to anything but your cock.” she begged him.

This time he chuckled louder, but took her by the waist again and guided her out of the gallery.