This choice: The pair of silk panties • Go Back... You reach out to the panties, just to examine them. Sheer curiosity, not as a choice. However, a wave of dizziness sweeps over you, and the dreamscape fades.
With a soft groan, you wake. Your head is still spinning, and you feel the comfort of a bed against your back.
You try to sit up, but the nausea returns, and you allow yourself to slump backwards. Even breathing feels different here, more laboured, harder work.
"Colleen Shannon O'Flaherty. I hope you're at least out of bed." A shrill voice calls out.
Instantly you are sitting bolt upright, your legs resting on the floor, as you sit on the edge of your bed.
"Yes, Mum." you answer, a hint of an Irish accent in your voice. Hell, more than a hint. It's weird hearing yourself speaking, and not being in control. Even weirder when it's an unfamiliar voice.
You feel hands cup and cradle your bust. Another unsettling experience, even when it is your own hands, and your own chest. Peering out from your eyes, you see the gorgeous blonde pouting back at you. Her hazel eyes hinting at all kinds of sexual pleasure. She.... You, are built for sex, and from the pleasure you're feeling, Colleen is frequently indulging her impulses.
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Colleen slides a tight top on. With your body, all the tops are going to be tight.
She starts to flex in her bedroom, stretching this way and that, as she eases herself into the day. It's not quite what you expected, but it's certainly better than your life as Cole. In the mirror Colleen's lip curls, briefly, in contempt at the intruding memory of Cole, a colourless nobody who'll never make an impact on the world, or even his own life.
You ride along silently, as you feel Colleen's contempt. You have to admit that she'll certainly make a difference in the world. Was this why you're being offered her life? Was that why this version of you has appeared?
Your phone rings, Colleen dances over to it recognising the ring tone. It's Armando, your studly boyfriend. As Colleen fantasises about his taut body, long, thick cock, and tight ass. You gasp inside her head, as you recognise your Amanda's features in his face. Obviously rougher, coarser, manlier. His jaw is squarer, you recognise the sparkle in his eyes, and the colour of his hair.
Hopefully, Colleen's imagination is flattering her boyfriend, otherwise this is even more intimidating. Armando is a wall of muscles. His chest ripples, and his arms as thick as your round thighs, but much, much firmer, and make you feel some confusing thoughts.
Colleen licks her lips, as you struggle with her emotions. Certainly you wanted to lick your lips, at the thought of your boyfriend, your protector.
"Hey, Gorgeous..." He purred, his voice liquid sex pouring in your ears. "Thinking about me...?"
You find Colleen pressing her thighs firmly together, as she fights her arousal. It's just too damned early, and she doesn't want to appear needy.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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