Novel & Cerita Dreaming Changing Clothes

“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.

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

I relished the cool touch of the fabric against my skin as I slipped into its embrace, feeling a semblance of comfort in its ethereal embrace. In that moment, I understood the transformative power of clothing—the ability to cloak oneself in a semblance of strength and poise, even when the soul quivered with uncertainty. The act of dressing became a ritual, a manifestation of my determination to navigate the intricate web of power and intrigue that awaited me beyond my chamber walls.

"It was only a dream I whispered to myself. No one was here, they couldn't even get past Dante's security. I had seen it for myself. After a few more slow breaths I decided a short shower might help wash the nightmare away. Grabbing fistfuls of the duvet I swung my legs over. I was still wearing the same jeans and shirt I had on when Crystal and I went shopping earlier. The fabric felt sticky and uncomfortable against my skin now. I glanced toward the walking closet and wondered what I was going to wear afterward. For a second I thought about heading to Crystal’s room to borrow something, but then I remembered I had already asked one of the maids to bring some clothes earlier.

he replied a little Breezily. "Um...what's going on? Where are they taking your clothes?" I asked and he cracked. "I'm changing my wardrobe. Its something I do every week" he replied, but I was still a bit confused. "You're...changing your wardrobe?" I asked. "Yeah - new clothes will be brought in later in the day." Huh? "B...But why?" I asked curiously and he shrugged. "I don't repeat clothes, Bethel" he replied and went over to the table where his laptop was kept.

I nod and he smiles cheekily, so much like his normal self that I find myself relaxing, thankfully and I shove at his chest, gesturing to my face and clothes "But I'm not dressing up like this again, my feet are killing me." "Good." He belly laughs, dropping his arm lazily around my shoulders. "You'd be far too easy to beat at training in a skimpy dress and heels." ~*~ I wake up with a smile on my face, the feelings of love and contentment still with me after such a pleasant dream, I don't even question what my subconscious is doing by confusing Cain and Coal in my dream and putting Darius in there too, clearly I'm projecting my desire for my dream man onto his real life scary doppelganger a