Novel & Cerita Dreaming Changing Clothes

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?

“Trevor, are you in the bathroom?” Silence is my only answer. My heart quickens as I move and suddenly wish I hadn’t. The warm sticky substance in my frilly undies reminds me of the amazing wet dream I had, but it was only a dream. I look over in the corner of the room at my bag on the floor. Luckily, I went home yesterday and got a change of clothes. Otherwise, I would have to use some of Trevor’s clothes, but that isn’t a bad idea either. If I didn’t care about our co-workers and others seeing me in his clothes, I wouldn’t have snuck off and got my clothes.

"And if you want me to turn off my eyes from here, I can do that, too." "Oh, no, not now. I'll let you know when I want." I say, and she replies with a firm "okay". In the next ten minutes, I search the closet to find it engulfing Different kinds of clothes, placed in their different uses. I pick a silver nightgown and, having put it on, I lie on the bed and close my eyes. There's a smile on my face, as I zone out. That night, I dreamt of a face that I can't seem to get out of my head and this time around, he isn't my soon-to-be boss; he is my boss.

More lewd images slam into me—me on my knees, desperate, needy, their taste heavy on my tongue. Shit. It’s real. Too real. Oh my God. I did that. I actually did that! I look down and stare at the fabric over my legs. I’m wearing pajamas. How did I even get into them? I do not remember changing. Did… did they change me while I was passed out? I blush. What the hell? Why am I even worried about them changing my clothes when they have practically seen—and tasted—everything that I have to offer last night! Damn it.

" Oh...hold on... It's not what it looks like. " " Then why were you and I in the same bed?? " " You were really scared last night, I think you had a nightmare. You were crying like a child and when I tried to calm you down, you held me very tight like a child. So I could not leave" she nodded then she must have realised that she was not wearing her own clothes. " My clothes??? Who changed my clothes?? I don't remember changing them??? " She was still doubtful. " Umm... one of the ladies who work for me. " I said to calm her down. She would have freaked out if I had told her that I did it.

With hooded eyes, I turned my head towards him and looked at his body. To my surprise, we both were dressed. We were both in our PJs. I was in the tank top and cotton shorts I wore before I hit the bed. And he was also wearing his pajamas and comfy tshirts. He had his mask on his face. It was actually unusual for him not to be naked. All this time, whenever I had seen him in those nightmares, he was wearing nothing but his boxers. While I was usually in sexy lingeries. It was definitely unlikely of me. At some point I realized that those dreams were actually not dreams. They were real somehow. Maybe it was part of the abilities I had. After all, I had the ability to move through the time rea

The room echoed with the sound of fabric rustling as I began to undress, piece by piece, my clothing falling in a haphazard pile around me. As each garment slipped away, a sense of freedom enveloped me, as if I was shedding not only the physical confines of my clothes, but also the expectations and constraints that society had placed upon me. The air caressed my bare skin, a reminder of the simple pleasures that often go unnoticed amidst the chaos of life.

“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