The Man Of Her Dreams

by Jennifer White

 

It was a night like any other. I watched TV and drank a few beers, until I was really sleepy. I tossed my clothes onto a chair in the corner, and laid down on my bed, falling asleep like a log. But something strange happened on this particular night: I had a strange nightmare.

In my dream, a man was talking to me. I couldn't help but to notice that he was well built. He smiled at me, and said something that made my blood run cold.

"Hey babe. I'm going to make you *mine*. You're going to be my girl."

With that, I woke up, and sat up, my face covered in a cold sweat. For a regular average guy, there wasn't much worse of a nightmare than to have another guy hitting on you, telling you that you were going to be his girl! That was the very last thing on earth that I wanted!

But what made things worse was how the dream was so vivid. I could remember the color of the shirt he was wearing (yellow), while I normally never dreamed in color. I remembered the smell of his cologne. But I could never recall sensing an odor in any other dream. The fact that it was so realistic shook me as much as the content!

I was so upset, that it must have taken an hour for me to fall back asleep. How could my mind have even formed such terrible thoughts?

 

* * *

 

The next morning, I didn't think anything of my dream. It was just a dream, after all. It didn't even cross my mind again, until I laid down to go to sleep. This time, I cut out the beer. What if it was a bad batch or something, and *that* had caused my strange nightmares?

Soon, I was out like a light, snoring away in peaceful sleep.

Peaceful that is, until I had another nightmare.

In this dream, I was sitting at a table in a restaurant, across from the man. He was smiling at me, and talking to me.

"I'm so glad you're wearing the panties I bought you" he said.

I was fully clothed, but now I could feel that under my pants, I had on a pair of satin panties. Not my usual boxers, not even briefs. Panties. Thong style. On me! I looked up at the man, who was smiling at me.

"They make you look so pretty. You're such a sexy girl."

That line caused me to wake up, again in a cold sweat! I reached down to touch my boxers, and make sure they were there. The sensations from the dream were so realistic that I had to check myself. You can imagine how relieved I was that it was all a dream!

But that made two nights in a row. Having one nightmare was bad enough. But two in a row? That was even worse!

 

I was a little afraid to go to bed the next night. But I slept through the night without incident. And the same for the following night. You can't imagine how relieved I was, knowing that my nightmares had stopped. I was relaxed and confident, back to my normal self as I went to be the next evening.

I fell asleep as usual, sleeping like a baby. But somehow, as I slept, the nightmares once again started up in my mind. Again sitting across the table from the man. Again, he as smiling, flirting and talking to me.

"Tell me" he said. "How does the bra feel that I bought for you?"

Bra? I was wearing a bra now too! Under my male pants and shirt, I was wearing a bra and panty set! He had bought them for me, and I was wearing them for him! You can't imagine how terrible it felt to be in a full set of women's underwear. I was appalled.

"You look so pretty tonight" he said. "The way the light catches your eyes. You're such a beautiful woman. I'm so glad that you're mine."

I woke up once again, upset and angry. I wanted to hit something! Why was this happening to me! There was nothing I could do about it. I couldn't tell someone that I was dreaming about dating a guy, and that in my dreams I was starting to dress like a woman!

I felt helpless. A feeling I had never had in all my life before.

 

* * *

 

I didn't know what was worse; having bad dreams every night, or not knowing which nights I'd have them, and which nights I wouldn't. I went a couple of days with no dreams, but then had them two days in a row. I dreamed that I had on a frilly woman's blouse, along with the bra and panty set I was wearing. But I still had on man's jeans and shoes. I was still me.

The next night I dreamed that I had on the same outfit. But now something even more alarming was added too. The man was talking about how pretty I was, as usual.

"You look particularly alluring today" he said. "Your boobs are turning me on so much."

Boobs? I didn't have boobs! I looked down, and I went pale as I saw the small bumps on my chest. They weren't huge, but they were there, on me! With the pretty bra supporting them, and the sheer blouse I was wearing, they did make my chest look alluring.

I didn't want to have boobs! I didn't want to look pretty and alluring! And I certainly didn't want a man flirting with me, telling me I was his woman! I of course woke up, feeling terrified!

 

Now things got worse for me. I didn't want to go to sleep at all. I'd try to stay up late, but of course I'd tire out and fall asleep on the couch, or in a chair. The first time I fell asleep on the couch, I had a dream in which my legs were shaved. I was still wearing my own pants, but underneath, my legs were smooth and sexy looking. I could tell. And he complimented me on it! Ew!

They night I fell asleep in the chair, in my dream, as I talked with the man, I looked at my reflection in the metal cooler holding the bottle of white wine. I could see in my reflection, that I was wearing makeup! My eyelashes looked so long. My cheeks were red and rosy. And I had on bright red lipstick. It made me look pretty. No!!!!!!!!!!

I felt so upset that I woke up, ran to the bathroom, and actually threw up.

 

* * *

 

A few nights later, I had a dream of being with the man, but now I was wearing a skirt. This showed off my smooth pretty legs, but oddly enough, I still had on man's shoes. But not the next night. Now I had on a pair of black pumps. The night after that, both my fingernails and my toenails were painted a bright red. And all the while, the man kept telling me what a pretty girl I was.

I didn't want to sleep anymore. I tried to stay up all night. I drank strong coffee, and I was able to make it through one night without sleep. But that afternoon, I nodded off for a nap. Even though I was just out for a few minutes, I had another dream.

This time, as the man sat there talking to me, I was twirling my long hair with my fingers. I had long hair! I was wearing all women's clothes, along with makeup, and sexy pumps. I had boobs. In all but one thing, I had become a woman in my dream.

To make matters worse, after I ate dinner that night, I was so exhausted that I fell asleep on the couch, even though it was just 7:30 in the evening. In this dream, my boobs had expanded out even further. Now they were very full, perhaps D cup size. I felt smaller overall. Dainty.

"You're such a pretty girl" he was telling me. "I'm so glad that you're mine."

I woke up, and I was crying. Not only because of the terrible content of the dream, but also because this time when I awoke, my hand was on my manhood, and it was as hard as a rock. My dream had turned me on! I was so shaken, that I couldn't stop the tears from flowing anymore. Crying like a woman. Great. Just great.

 

* * *

 

Now there was no stopping my dreams. I had two in one night! In the first dream, my ears were pierced now, and I was wearing other jewelry. Rings, bracelets, and a gold choker.

"I'm so glad you're wearing the ring I bought you" said the man. "Soon I'll be buying you another ring. A very special one."

He winked as he said it, and my stomach turned. In my dreams, the man was all but proposing to me! What could be worse than that?

 

Well, I found that answer to that the next night. It turned out that dreaming that I had a pussy was far worse than the man flirting with me. As I sat there, dressed like I woman, I now had big full boobs, *and* a pussy between my legs. I *was* a woman, in my dream. Again, I woke up crying. And again, my hand was around my manhood, and it was hard as rock. Having a pussy had turned me on!

I fell back asleep, and immediately went back into my dreams. Now I was with the man at his house. He was undressing me, I wasn't stopping him. He was fondling my breasts, and my head was thrown back, as I enjoyed what he was doing.

Now he spread my legs wide apart, and he pushed himself up into me! I was a woman, and a man was making love to me. And worse yet, I was enjoying it, moaning as he thrust deep up into me. I awoke with my manhood in hand again, but this time my hand was all sloppy and wet. When I came in my dream as a woman, I had come in my own had in real life.

I had one last dream that night. I was with the man, laying next to him in bed.

"Now you are mine" he said.

"I love you" I replied.

"I love you, Andrea" he said, kissing me.

 

The dream shifted, and for the rest of the night, I had peace.

 

* * *

 

From that day forward, in my dreams, I was always a woman. I'd cook. I'd shop. I'd be playing tennis in a little skirt, along with other girls. I took a ballet class, and it felt like the learning from the class was going right into my head. After a few weeks, I seemed to know all about the life of this woman, that was filling my head at night.

On Friday, I went to the neighborhood bar. I was going to meet some friends from work, and have a few drinks before we went out to dinner. I didn't see anyone else there yet, so I sat down at a booth. I was looking through the drink menu when someone sat down with me. I looked up expecting to see one of my work friends.

But I was in for the shock of my life. It wasn't anyone from work - it was the man of my dreams. It was him! The one I had been dreaming of! He took a photograph of me, and put his camera back into his pocket.

"Hey babe" he said. I'm going to make you *mine*. You're going to be my girl."

"No....." I said, terrified.

He smiled at me! A smile that chilled me to the bone. He was looking at me as if I already was a woman, just like in the dream. He was looking at my chest, even though it was flat. I was me; I wasn't a girl. But he acted as if I was.

I looked up at him, and I realized that I wasn't in the bar anymore. Now I was in a fancy restaurant. How had we arrived there? I couldn't remember at all.

"I will be sending you presents at home" he said. "When they arrive, you will wear them for our next date. You will meet me here tomorrow, at 6:30. I'll see you then babe. Have a good night."

I was just shaking as he got up and walked away. I had so many questions in my mind. How had I arrived here? Who was he? How was this happening? I wanted to cry, I was so upset. It took all my willpower to get up, and walk home, without losing it in public.

 

* * *

 

The next day when I got home from work, there was a package in the mail. I opened it up, and I was disgusted. It was a box with six pairs of thong panties! I remembered how the man said that he would be sending me gifts. I didn't want gifts from him! Not like this!

The clock in the hall struck 6:00. Suddenly, I remembered that I had a date at 6:30. I quickly took off my pants, pulled on my new panties, and hurried out the door so that I would make it on time. I sat down at our usual table, and waited for him.

When I saw him walking in, I suddenly realized what I had just done. I had put on panties! I had shown up for a date with a man! I didn't want to do that! Why had I just done what he wanted? Why had I just put on a piece of female clothes?

"I'm so glad you're wearing the panties I bought you" he said. "You're such a pretty girl."

How did he know I had the panties on? And why was he telling me I was pretty? I wasn't a girl! I wanted to get up and run out. But instead, I sat there acting shy and coy. I was talking with him, asking him questions. I found out that his name was Brad. I was smiling as I talked to him. It was like my mind wasn't in control of me anymore. I was doing what *he* wanted.

The way I talked, the way I acted, it was as if I *was* a woman. I giggled. I seemed to have such feminine mannerisms. Why was I doing this? Why did I let him squeeze my hand?

"See you tomorrow night" he said to me, as he got up to leave.

"I'll be waiting for you" I replied.

I watched him go, and my heart was pounding. Suddenly, I was fully in control of myself again. I got up, and ran home as fast as I could go. I threw myself on my bed, and cried myself to sleep.

 

* * *

 

I decided not to go home after work. That way, I wouldn't find the 'present' that Brad would have sent me. In my second dream, I had worn a bra in addition to the panties. I wasn't going to let that happen to me! I went to the library, so I could look up books on dreams.

I found one, and sat down to read it. I looked up at the clock. 5:45. Good. Soon, I'd be late, and I'd miss 'my' date. I read the chapter for the introduction, but when I turned the page, I was confused. Instead of continuing where the current sentence cut off, it was showing me a wine list.

I looked up, and I was shocked. I wasn't in the library anymore; I was in the restaurant, sitting across the table from Brad.

"Tell me" he said. "How does the bra feel that I bought for you?"

Bra? I was wearing a bra! Somehow, I had gone home, put on a pair of panties and a bra, and arrived here for my date!

"It feels wonderful, my love" I said, much to my chagrin. Why was I being like that? I *hated* the fact that I had it on!

"Good" he replied. "Soon, you'll really need it."

I didn't like the sound of that! He was implying that *everything* I had dreamed of was going to come true. No! I didn't want to turn into a woman! I couldn't let that happen! I had to stop this somehow!

But I was powerless. Helpless. I could only sit there, as he flirted with me. And since I had no control over myself, I was flirting right back, batting my eyelashes at him, like a girl. No!!!!

 

* * *

 

The next day, just like in my dream, I found myself with Brad, at the restaurant, wearing the bra and panties again. I had on my own shoes and my own pants. But instead of my shirt, I was wearing a sheer white blouse, with frilly cuffs. It had silver sparkly stuff sewn into it, in a pattern running across the front, and over the shoulders. It was sheer enough that when I looked down, I could see my bra through it. That meant that anyone walking by would see that I was wearing a bra! This was terrible!

"You look so pretty tonight" he said. "The way the light catches your eyes. You're such a beautiful woman. I'm so glad that you're mine."

"Aw, you're so sweet!" I replied.

Why had I said that? Why wasn't I in control of myself when I was around him? I felt a total and complete panic on the inside now though. This date was just like dream number three. And dream number four had been one of the worst ones: the one in which I showed up for my date with boobs on my chest. That wasn't going to happen to me next, was it?

No, that was impossible! Men didn't just suddenly grow boobs overnight! But then, all the other things that were happening to me were impossible too. I felt real fear now, knowing what my destiny was. I had to find a way to stop it somehow!

I felt so weak and powerless. He seemed so strong, so confident. That made me feel like even less of a man, if that was even possible at this point.

 

* * *

 

All day long I was dreading it. What was going to happen to me? Was I going to show up for my date again, and this time I'd have boobs? I wasn't going to let that happen, no matter what. I went to the bus depot, and bought a one way ticket out of town. I got on the bus, and sat down with a newspaper to pass the time. I had to get away.

I watched as we rolled out of town, and into the countryside. Now there were just lonely farms along the road, as my hometown got further and further away. Good. I would never return, if that is what it took to get away from Brad.

I went to the back of the bus to use the restroom. Then I returned to my seat. I sat down. In the restaurant. Across from Brad.

How did I get there? How was this even possible? Was I losing my mind? I saw him staring at my chest. I looked down and stared at my chest too.

"You look particularly alluring today" he said. "Your boobs are turning me on so much."

Oh no. I had boobs. Just like in my dream. Now my bra had something to hold up. Now I *needed* to wear a bra. They weren't big, perhaps just A cup size, but they were there. On me. I had boobs! No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And it just crushed me inside. I was turning a man on? I was looking sexy and feminine? That was too much to take for me. I felt lower than low. The fight was going out of me. I had lost all control of my self and my life. The feeling of powerlessness was paralyzing inside.

 

* * *

 

Okay. I had a plan. I would see what was going on. I would go to the store, and buy a video camera. I'd set it up in my bedroom, and sit there reading a book. I would try my best to stay home. If I left, I'd capture the incident on video tape.

But before I went out, I needed to do something about the boobs on my chest. I couldn't let anyone see them! I took out an old athletic bandage, and wrapped it tightly around myself, to help press my new boobs flat against my chest. Now with a bulky shirt on, you didn't notice them anymore. That was better. Now I could be seen in public.

After I returned, I set up the camera, and sat down to read my book.

Sure enough, one minute I was reading my book. The next thing I knew, I was sitting in the restaurant across from Brad. My pants felt strange on my legs. I touched my leg, and suddenly I realized why: my legs were smooth and hairless!

I reached down, and pulled up my cuff to confirm it. Yes. Just like in the dream, I had somehow shaved my legs to prepare for my date! I would *never* have wanted to do that. How could this possibly be happening?

I had to stop this, before it was too late! I was being turned into a girl, and that was the very last thing in the world which I wanted. I wanted to get home, so I could see the results on film of how I got to this state! He was flirting with me again, telling me how pretty I was. I felt sick to my stomach again.

 

* * *

 

When I got home that night, I took a long shower. I felt dirty. I felt disgusting. I needed to feel clean again! I washed and washed, but no matter what I did, I still felt dirty. And I hated how all of my body was now smooth and hairless. How could I have done that to myself?

I put on a bath robe, and went to the camera. I hit the rewind button, then hooked it up to my TV, so I could see. The tape had half an hour of me sitting down, reading my book. Then suddenly, I had stood up. But somehow, it wasn't me.

It was my image all right, but the way that I moved wasn't like me at all. It was like how a *woman* would move. I rewound the tape again, to look for clues. It was very subtle, but at one point, the expression on my face changed just a bit. Then I sat differently, with another posture. On the film, I had crossed my legs as well. I realized that this was the point where I had started to take up feminine mannerisms.

I watched in horror as I saw myself undress. I walked out of the picture frame, then back in. I had a towel wrapped around me, and another around my head, like chicks do when they wash their hair. I must have just showered.

Then I went out of the frame again, and when I returned, I had on panties and a bra! I had put them on myself. Why was my mind betraying me, and doing these things? I could only watch as I buttoned up my blouse, then primped and preened in the mirror, until I turned out the light and left.

I was sickened again. It was as if my mind had lost control of my body, and somehow a woman was taking over, making me do the things that *she* would do. I curled up in bed, and cried until I fell asleep. I didn't want to go through this! I didn't want to be turned into a woman!

 

* * *

 

When I woke up in the morning, I realized something disturbing. When this strange process started to take hold of me, and this female personality somehow took control of my mind, it had only been for a short while.

But with each subsequent day, each time I did something to become more girlish, I realized that the amount of time that was a total blackout to me was getting *longer*. And the amount of time I'd spend on my date, where I was in a haze where I could perceive things, but not act upon my own wishes, was also getting longer.

Now instead of minutes, it was *hours* that I wasn't myself. If that amount of time kept growing, I now realized that soon there would be more and more of *her*, with less and less of *me*! I was being erased! And a feminine personality was starting to take over my mind, even as my body began to change.

When I first had feminine dreams, it had been spotty, just here and there. Then it had become every night. Then multiple times in one day. The pace accelerated over time. I was *so* afraid that the same thing would happen to me again now. I had no control over my life. I was completely helpless.

Today was Saturday, so I didn't have to go to work. So I was home when the delivery man dropped off a pair of boxes for me. I knew they were from Brad. I hadn't ordered anything! I took them in, and opened them up. Much to my dismay, the first box was full of cosmetics. Make up of all descriptions. Great. Just great.

The second box held just one item: a black skirt. I remembered dreaming of wearing makeup, and of wearing a skirt. But I couldn't remember for sure which one came first. I had to act. I could throw this junk out. Or burn it.

As I considered what was best to do, my hands fell to my hips. I noticed that I was standing with a strange posture. Oh no! It was starting again! I tried to throw the skirt I was holding into the trash, but suddenly everything went black, and the next thing I knew, I was at the restaurant.

I was sitting there, wearing a skirt! My legs were crossed, and each could feel the smoothness of the other. I looked down to see my legs poking out from a skirt! Instead of two pants legs, I was in a single tube which wrapped around me. Seeing the straight line going across, instead of two leg holes, I had this terrible sinking feeling. I was out in public, fully dressed up like a girl.

Then I caught my reflection in the spoon on the table before me. What stuck out, was the redness of my lips. I realized that I was wearing makeup! No! In the time I had blacked out, not only had I dressed up completely like a girl, but I had put on makeup too. I wanted to die, as Brad sat across from me, smiling, and telling me what a pretty girl I was.

 

* * *

 

When I woke up on Sunday morning, I was despondent. I was depressed. I was too upset to even eat. I cried. I drank a bottle of wine. I moped around in the dark. All was lost. I was being turned into a woman, and there was nothing I could do about it.

It didn't surprise me when the next thing I knew, I was back at the table with Brad. My feet felt uncomfortable. I looked down, over my skirt, past my smooth legs, and down to the high heel shoes I had on, with pointy toes.

I felt strange all over. My hands felt strange. I looked at them. No wonder. My nails seemed longer, and they were painted a fiery red color! I had painted nails. With my outfit, my shoes, my makeup and everything, I looked like a woman now, except that I had my own short hair.

As Brad flirted with me, this female personality that was taking over was very flattered and excited. I wanted to scream and run away, but I had no control over myself. Can you imagine the sinking feeling I had, knowing that I was turning into a woman, and I was powerless to stop it?

 

* * *

 

My time as "me" was growing shorter now every day. I woke up Monday, and got out of bed. I get dressed for work in my *male* clothes. I worked. I came home. And the next thing I knew, I was with Brad. I figured that it was down to about ten hours of being conscious, as myself. The rest of the time, I was either blacked out, or *she* was in full control of me.

When I dreamed, it was *her* dreams now. The amount of me left inside was dwindling fast. That made me even more depressed. So when I noticed this time that I now had long hair, and that my boobs had filled in to full D-cup size, as they had in the dream, I was to the point where it was just one more insult.

Of course, it dawned on me at this point that I had crossed a line. Earlier in the day I had been able to dress up as a man, and pass for myself. I could hide the little A-cup boobs on my chest. But not *these*. And now I had long pretty hair. There was no mistaking it now: I looked completely feminine.

The way my skirt looked at the waist was different too. I had the beginnings of curves now. My whole body was changing on me! I was being turned into a woman, bit by bit, and nothing I could do would stop it.

Brad was flirting with me again, and I was batting my eyelashes at him, as I smiled back.

"You're such a pretty girl" he was telling me. "I'm so glad that you're mine."

"Aw!!!" I said in a voice that was too high pitched to be *mine*.

My finger twirled my long hair as I flirted back. It brushed against something long and metallic. Earrings. I had pierced ears now. I looked up, and caught my reflection in the restaurant window. I was shocked at how pretty I looked. How could that gorgeous woman with the pretty face and the generous cleavage be me?

 

* * *

 

I woke up the next morning knowing that I couldn't go into work like this. I looked too female. I went into the bathroom, and opened the fly on my boxers so I could go pee. I reached inside, but I could find nothing.

My heart was pounding so fast! I had nothing to grab onto in my boxers! I hurried to pull them off, ripping them in the process. I looked down. There was a neat rectangle of pubic hair, then a soft mound. And then nothing.

I ran to the bedroom, and looked at myself in the full length mirror. From head to toe, I was a woman now. I had to sit down to pee, which was completely humiliating. I then showered, and dried off. I needed to wear a bra now, with these huge boobs on my chest. As I put it on, I felt like I was surrendering to the feminine. I couldn't fight it anymore. I *was* a girl now.

I didn't even try to put on my clothes; I put on a pair of the panties that Brad had bought for me. Then I put on a cute pink top, and a tight pair of women's jeans. They came down just below the knee, leaving my lower leg bare. I put on a pair of heels, since my male shoes were way too big for my feet, now that they were little, like a woman's.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I kind of automatically started to put on my makeup. I wasn't thinking about it; I just did it. I got my hair looking just right, then I walked over to the counter, and picked up a purse that was laying there. I put the strap over my shoulder, and walked out to the car, swinging my hips as I moved.

I drove over to a house that I didn't know, yet somehow my body knew where to steer the car. I got out, and rang the doorbell.

"Andrea!" said Brad. "How lovely to see you."

"Hello Brad" said my voice, although not under my control!

Instead of blacking out when I got dressed up, this time something different had happened: a takeover so gradual that I hadn't really noticed it. It was as if *I* had been doing these things, instead of the female personality that was taking control from me.

When Brad called me 'Andrea', that hadn't even upset me. That was my name. I am Andrea. That's my name. A girl named Andrea. The part of my inner sense of self had somehow been changed, so that if he had called me by my old male name, I wouldn't have recognized it.

Somehow, my mind had been completely altered, without me even realizing it! This Andrea wasn't taking over and controlling me now; she was absorbing me, making me a part of her! I wasn't being erased as I had feared; I was becoming just a part of her.

I couldn't distinguish my thoughts from Andrea's thoughts: all the thoughts in my mind were one now. Her thoughts. I thought what she did. I was her now. Completely. My past maleness was a vague memory, but one that was somehow elusive, and slipping away.

Brad was sitting beside me. He kissed me, and my body just melted. I felt so turned on! I wanted him. I was all woman now inside, so there were no male inhibitions to tell me it was "wrong". I was a woman, and I wanted my man.

"Take me lover, I'm yours" I said, as I unbuttoned my jeans.

I let Brad undress me, as I kissed him and caressed his strong chest. He touched my boobs gently, and I felt so aroused! I was already wet. He was aroused too, his manhood stiff and erect. I wanted to feel that inside me. Now.

I laid on my back, and spread my legs wide open.

"F*#k me. Now" I said.

As he slipped into my moist willing slit between my legs, I let out a soft moan. As he started to thrust in harder and deeper, I was filled with the most wonderful feeling in all the world! My moans became louder and louder, and started to turn to screams.

"Harder!" I said. "F*#k me harder baby!"

He was banging me now, full out. Inside, this feeling had been building up inside me. Now I suddenly had a release, and I saw stars as the power of the orgasm overwhelmed me. I let out a big scream, as I felt the warm splash inside me. He had come at the same time as I had!

I felt so warm, so happy, so loved, as he wrapped his strong arms around me. I put my head on his chest and sighed contentedly. A woman like me was lucky to have a man like him!

 

* * *

 

The next morning, I cooked breakfast for Brad, after serving him coffee in bed. After he ate, I wiped up the table, and washed the dishes. I made up a grocery list, so I could go to the store for him, and buy some supplies so I could make a nice dinner for him.

"Do you know this guy?" he said, handing me a photograph.

The guy in the picture looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place him.

"Hey, that's *our* restaurant" I said, noticing where the picture was taken.

"That's right, Andrea" he replied. "But what about the man?"

"I don't know. I guess he looks vaguely familiar" I said. "But I really don't know who he is."

"That's quite all right" he said, smiling.

Brad tossed the photo into the trash can, discarding it as if it had no value to him anymore. I didn't care. It was some guy, but not my Brad! He was the only man for me now.

 

When he returned from work, I served him dinner. We made love afterwards, and he went down on me! It felt so heavenly. I could never understand why guys were so reluctant to do that to us women. After he did that, I was *so* wet, and so ready for him!

I cleaned the kitchen afterwards, then massaged his shoulders as we watched TV. When we finally went to bed, we made love yet again. This time, I got to ride him, being on top! I loved how that felt; his manhood hit my clit at just the right angle, and it sent me over the edge yet again. Brad sure knew how to treat a woman! I was so in love with him.

 

The next day, Brad asked me to move in with him full time. I of course agreed. What a life I have! I cook and clean all day long, and do whatever he asks of me. He even lets me wear this cute little maid's outfit! So when I'm not getting my hair done, my nails, shopping for pretty clothes, or exercising, I get to keep his place tidy for him.

And the best part is every night, when we make sweet love. I hope I can get pregnant soon, so that we can have a baby, and he'll marry me. I want to be his forever. I want to be his bride. And I want to be the mother of his children.

I'm so happy now. I can't even imagine what my life was, before I became his woman. Now I'm totally happy. Now I have the man of my dreams.

 

The End

  

  

  

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