Novel & Cerita Dreaming Changing Clothes

Yes! I sat up on my bed and my mind wandered to the dream I had. It was still fresh in my mind. I could feel the shiver that ran down my spine as I remembered the dream and the unease that I couldn't quite shake off. In the dream, I was wearing a beautiful white gown that made me feel like a goddess. The design was exquisite, and I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. My hair was styled in a way that made me look like a queen, and my entire being exuded beauty and grace.

Because Milan and Kilan know that it would be hard for Rizine to know. "I would change my clothes first!" Rizine stated. Rizine stands up from the bed and goes to the closet. Rizine wanted to change because she felt itchy in the clothes that she was wearing. So Rizine decided to change her clothes.

But I didn’t know how. Then I did exactly what I did to bring myself back to my body, I just concentrated and thought of what I would rather be wearing. I could feel the clothes changing and I smirked as I opened my eyes to find that I had changed myself into one of my normal black dresses that I loved, and a pair of heels.

I sighed as I hanged my jacket on the counter. "Prepare, it's time to work, your work clothes are on your bed, I know it would be perfect on your body" He divulged, staring at my room which was opened slightly, it felt like someone had crept into my room looking for information. I couldn't blame an old man for this kind of things. "It's just my imagination, it would surely wade off" I muttered to myself as I quickly changed into the work clothes, happy that it looked perfect on me. I liked every bit of it.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” After we talked for a little longer, I went upstairs to my bedroom so I can put my stuff away. I could already smell the delicious foods my mother was cooking in the kitchen. I had a lightly fitted dress picked out for dinner. It would also be a good fit for when I shift for the first time. It’s easy to get in and out of. It was best to take clothes off before shifting because clothing tends to get destroyed in the process. Once I finished dressing, I started doing my hair. I figured I would just leave it down and maybe curl it a little.

“So l assume you won’t be telling me what happened in the said dream?” I shook my head lightheartedly and thankfully, he didn’t look annoyed in the slightest. Then I realized that he was putting on the shirt he wore yesterday and a pair of sweatpants. Did he not get a chance to change? I asked myself but then I gasped when I realized something. When did I even change? I was deadbeat tired after last night's ordeal. “Did you undress me?” I asked, eyeing him surreptitiously and he smirked.

Did he just say what I think he said? Slowly, my eyes drop to my body. Earlier I was wearing a skirt and shirt. Now… I’m wearing something soft and loose. Is this a dress? A nightgown? A hospital outfit? I don’t even know. Clinton leans closer. “You don’t like the dress?” My brain short-circuits. Only one thought repeats in my head. Clinton changed my clothes. My cheeks burst into flames. I cross my arms quickly. Heat crawls up my neck. And suddenly…

That's all it was. I stood under the cold water until I was shivering. Until my teeth were chattering and my skin was covered in goosebumps. Until I felt more like myself again. Finally, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel. Dried off roughly, trying to scrub away any remaining thoughts about the dream. I went back into the bedroom and looked at my suitcase. I needed to get dressed. Needed to face the day. Needed to act normal. Whatever normal was anymore. I pulled out jeans and a t-shirt. Simple clothes. Nothing revealing. Nothing that could be misinterpreted as... anything.

“Can I talk you into coming back to my place for hot chocolate?” She leaned back and gawked at him. “Your place? I thought you weren’t living near here.” He grinned, his dark eyes filled with mischief. “If this is a dream, I can get us to my place.” She bit her lip and nodded. This wasn’t like her at all, but it was just a dream. He pulled her closer to him and stopped them in the middle of the pond. “Close your eyes.” When she opened them, they were standing in the middle of a kitchen. With her eyes wide, she looked up at him and then down at herself. She was in her blue sweater and jeans. Her jacket and mitts were gone. “That’s a neat trick.”

I'd be sure to contact the police or someone. I pushed the duvet off my exposed legs and tried to cover my upper body with my arms, feeling too exposed with the dress's spaghetti strap. I wasn't wearing bra anymore. My heart raced as I tried to remember ever changing my clothes. But I couldn't. I was passed out all night last night, it wasn't possible for me to change my dress. And I smelled like I'd taken some nice shower. I cringed at the thought of that man taking off my clothes and bathing me. God no. I ran my hands over my body to feel any change. What had he done to me?