Dreaming Changing Clothes Novels & Stories

Standing in front of the mirror, I could see my reflection clearly, a lot had changed in nine months, and my face was part of that change. I sighed heavily as I wiped the sweat from my forehead with a towel. The fabric clinging to my skin as I moved. My body felt tired and heavy. I thought about the dream I had, it was now normal, but what wasn't, was how come I was sweating even though the window was open and I felt like I was going to freeze in the dream. Changing into a fresh dress, I tried to push away the thought and the discomfort that I felt, but just as I was about to leave the bathroom, a sudden sensation made me freeze in my tracks.

Almost perfect until my eyes fell on the pile of damp clothes lying neatly on the floor beside the bed. My heart skipped. I can't remember changing into my oversized pajamas. My pulse quickened. Did the mysterious stranger change my clothes? or did I sleepily change it? I doubt I did. I clutched the blanket tightly against my chest. Who exactly was that man? And... if he had undressed me... what else had he done while I was unconscious? I hurried into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and threw on a simple outfit. As I brushed my hair, my mind replayed everything that had happened the night before.

What is this place? One of them, short with dark brown curls and wide, gentle eyes, takes a hesitant step toward me. “Don’t come any closer!” I shout, my voice sharp. “I want to know what happened to my dress! Tell me—how did my clothes change into this?” I point accusingly at the casual cotton dress I remember wearing, now folded neatly on the chair in the corner. And then at the silk nightdress I now have on. It’s soft, elegant, and nothing like what I had on before I passed out.

He was only standing there in some bottoms now he was getting out more clothing? I was shocked when he pulled his bottoms off and I was staring right at his tone rump. I was in shock at seeing this and for some strange reason, I was not able to look away. I was fearful that I would miss something when he did. Why was he now changing clothes? It was dark outside so why would he be changing at this time of night?! I knew what he told me earlier but I had a feeling he was not telling me what was going on and I wanted to know what his plans were. At that, I started to walk over to him as he was now putting his top on and then turned around to face me. It did not take him long before he was dress

I ignore him and tries to forget what happened today before going back to the book I am reading. When the clock strikes at six in the evening, I decided to stand up and change my clothes, knowing that I haven’t change earlier. I feel a little sticky now because I have been using the same clothes for the whole day, making me feel uncomfortable for not changing it the moment I went home. Since my clothes are inside Damian’s place, I went straight up to his room to grab a pair of house clothes.

"You better rethink those thoughts again." "In my dream, this is how we were only that we have lesser clothes and was fucking each other brains out, Beautiful."

he said, smiling at me. “Did I change into your clothes myself because I can't remember doing so,” “Oh. I changed you,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “What? You mean you undressed me and you saw my nakedness?” He raised his hands quickly, eyes widening. “No! No, I didn’t see anything. I swear.” I crossed my arms, trying to look serious, though I felt my cheeks warming. “Then how did I end up in your shirt?” “I closed my eyes and did my best not to look. I just... didn’t want you to sleep in that dress. It looked uncomfortable for you. You were half-asleep, mumbling about how it itched and your zipper was halfway down already, so…”

I went to bed overwhelmed and hurt, hoping to wake up lighter and relieved, and then this? Soon, it was as if someone whispered into my ears, and instantly, I opened the dress I was wearing and found out that even my underwear had been changed. I let out a loud scream. I was sure about everything. I usually wore matching colored underwear but I saw myself in a different color of bra and panties. “Why on earth did my underwear get changed?” I murmured.

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

Yeah, because I fell asleep. I turned to the side, and I didn't find Aphrodite next to me. I saw myself, the blanket that should have been on her, now this blanket is on me. "She gave me the blanket." I got out of bed, then I changed into casual clothes that humans usually wear. They call these pajamas. I changed clothes with a snap of my fingers, then blue silk striped pajamas were attached to my body, complete with a purple robe that would definitely make my appearance look even more high class.