Mrs. Athena Claus: Athena is Forced to Act Like Mrs. Claus

Furious and confused, Athena grabbed a hold of Santa's shirt and yelled "Change me back, or I'll fucking ..." Unfazed by her actions, Santa waved his hand over her head, causing Athena to let him go, looking quite pacified. She blinked. "What ... what did you do to me, dearie?" Her eyes went wide. Why was she talking like this? "I just made a mental adjustment to your distasteful behavior. From now on, while you'll still remember who you were, you'll always act the way my wife should act." Athena felt like crying. "Please, don't do this." "Too late. It's already done. Cheer up, would you? We're going to have the perfect marriage. You'll see. Now, how about making dinner for me, dear? I'm starving." Athena wanted to stay where she was, to fight this new behavior that was forced upon her, but found her feet moving without her direction. She found herself walking to the kitchen, making preparations for dinner. Was this going to be her life from now on? As some fat old matronly housewife? There _had_ to be a way out of this.