Dreaming Changing Clothes Novels & Stories

He literally gave my mother money in exchange of me, I walked towards the bathroom and washed my face removing sleep from my eyes. I then, looked at myself in the mirror and saw a dark blue night suit on my body, panic rushed in my veins as I didn’t know what happened last night. Someone changed my outfit while I was unconscious and the only person, I thought of was the bastard whom I slept with. I quickly took a shower and threw his manly clothes outside and started jumping on the assuming it’s his face. I walked out of the bathroom fetching for some clothes and my eyes fell on the huge closet, even though I knew we didn’t buy anything but still I hoped that something should be there or els

he stuttered, pointing at the clothes in my hands. I chuckled. "Right," I let out a deep breath as I watched him leave the room and closed the door behind it. Changing into his clothes, his nice scent engulfed my nose as I tugged the shorts up my hips. I let out a deep breath as I find my way to the bed, it has been one hell of a crazy day. You know what's more crazy? I'm in Dylan's house, in his god damn clothes! Someone I seemed to be avoiding. Tell me it's crazy without saying it's crazy.

My wolf scoffed, “Try to recall every scene, you would understand what I mean.” I sat for a while trying to comprehend everything. I remember every scene that had happened in my dream. I rushed towards the cloth basket and there laid my red dress. In my dream I had picked those red dresses myself after the Alpha King had removed them and then I changed into the nightwear I had currently.

Why can I barely recognize my voice? "I'll undo any hooks or laces you can't reach. But the rest of your clothes I want to see you remove yourself." I bowed my head and looked at the clothes that I just checked. My clothes are like the clothes of the rich or a princess. I don't know how I was wearing this... I don't even remember wearing this when I fell asleep.

He whispered, “I know much more… like the scar on your inner thigh. Her heart was boiling with dread as her intensity rose. She looked into his eyes in both confusion and fear. She remembered something as her eyes caught the colour of her sleeves. All this time, she hadn’t even noticed her dress had changed, and he never let her notice. He was giving her nightmare after nightmare from the moment she woke up. Her heart beat fast as she asked, “Did… did you change my clothes?” He looked into her eyes, a slow smirk curved across his lips as he lowered himself towards her face, his voice brushing her skin.

I tried to rationalise the lingering physical discomfort as stress. I let out a shaky breath and dragged a hand down my face, my mind trying to process everything that happened last night. That was all it had to be. The tension. The fear. The… confusion. A dream. Nothing more. It had to be stress. Swinging my legs off the bed, I noticed neatly folded clothes on a chair. A dress—simple but elegant. Soft fabric that looked expensive even without touching it. Underneath it were undergarments, shoes placed carefully beside the chair, and even a small clutch bag.

That an idiotic act. Huh? Wait. I caught a glance of myself on the mirror. I'm not wearing the gown anymore. My sleep wouldn't have been comfortable if I slept with it. The time I went unconscious last night, it was like a button to make me fall asleep in an instant. I’m wearing white sleeping clothes now. Like the ones they put in one of those creepy dolls. My eyes widened all of a sudden and wrapped my arms around me. Don't they dare tell me that they did some unimaginable things to my body.

They might be still in here. I quickly put my clothes on. The door isn’t locked. I can’t just lock the door since this isn’t my room. Someone might barge in while I am dressing up so I put my clothes on as quickly as possible. After finishing up, I quickly went out of the room and rush towards my room. I shut the door close and jump on the bed. When I felt the softness and comfort of my bed, I immediately felt my eyelids getting heavy. After a few seconds, I let myself close my eyes and pull myself into the dreamland—

But first, I needed to get dressed and get out of this room. I dressed quickly, tugging on a pair of black jeans, a grey T-shirt, and my worn leather jacket. My fingers hesitated as I laced up my boots, my mind drifting back to the dream—the glowing eyes, the impossible sense of being seen. I shook my head and stood, refusing to let the feeling take root again. It was just a nightmare. Nothing more.

I enter my room and gather the courage to change the dress because I don't think I can sleep with this on this is so heavy, and I used to sleep in comfortable clothes. I walked into my closet to get my night clothes to change. Yes, yes I slept in the morning too, but meet so many peoples, dancing, and performing rituals tired me again. I need a full 6 hours of sleep now, to make my brain work as a normal human being again.