I knew the dreams felt real. But I didn’t know how real they actually were. Imagine everynight dreaming you are a hot brazilian girl. And now, imagine how good it feels when you discover you can actually control your dream. At first I was scared about those dreams, but now I spend my whole day hoping to fall asleep, so I can be Adriana once again.
Since that faithfull day when I got trapped inside a mirror, my life had changed for the better. I was no longer a man, but I did enjoy being Emily. I refrained to look at myself in the mirror for days. I was afraid I would get trapped again. One day, I caught a glimpse of myself, “Wow, I am really hot” I thought, “I love being a woman”. I couldn’t stop looking at the mirror. But thankfully, nothing happened. Later that day, I went out on a date with my boyfriend. Afterwards, he invited me to his place.
Hey everyone!
“So how was South America?”
My friend James was still clueless. We were out on a business trip, and after a long day of work, we decided to leave our room, and go hang out at the bar. “I hope we meet some hot girls” he said. He didn’t know I had brought the potion I had been using on him for months. When he was about to take a shower, I spiked his shampoo with the potion. I heard him singing in the shower, his voice went a few octaves higher in a matter of seconds. When he got out of the bathroom, he was back to being Amy. Although she looked a little bit different than before, I guess different shampoo has different results.
I took a cab, which in this body was quite easy. On the way back, I inspected the purse I was given. It didn’t have much, just a girly cellphone, some cash, some keys, and an id. “Must be part of the costume” I thought. When the cab parked outside my home I realized I didn’t have my keys, “shit my backpack. All my stuff is in there.” That meant I didn’t have my cellphone either, “how am I going to call them?”. I got the girly cellphone out, but none of the numbers there looked familiar. Then I got the id out, it had my picture, well, that of the bodysuit. I looked at the address, and asked the cab driver to take me there.
After having sex with my boyfriend James I decided to take a shower. I know I know, he is not really my boyfriend, but I still fell like Amy. I even have her sense of humor. When I entered the bathroom, I realized there was no towel, “Honey! bring me a towel. pleeeeaase” I asked James. “Sure just a minute” he said. While looking at myself in the mirror I said “I wonder how I would look with dark hair”. After some concentration my shapeshifting abilities kicked in and changed my hair colour. “I look even more cute” I giggled.
I’ve always felt different. I can’t explain it, but I feel like there is something different in me. My mother, Kim, got pregnant while on the beach a couple of decades ago. Although she is a great mother, back then she was a bimbo. She slept with so many guys that day, that she doesn’t know who my father is.
It was James turn. He went inside of the changing room. I could hear him openning his backpack. I also heard the rubbery noise from the bodysuit as he was putting it on. “so how does it feel?” I asked him in my girly voice. “It’s amazing” he answered in an even sexier voice than mine. A few minutes later, he yelled at me, “you should come in. I think you would want to see me before I get ready to go out”.