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What Choice Do I Have? - Part 3 I stood in the shower letting the hot water run over my body and wishing I could just stay there forever. The universe works in mysterious ways, I thought to myself. A decision I had made a little over 48 hours ago had changed the course of my life in such a drastic way, and in a way in which I could have never conceived. Sure, I had accepted that there was a risk I could be caught when breaking into someone's house, but to think that the punishment for being caught would come in the form of being transformed into a small child, a girl no less, would never have crossed my mind in a million years. Yet here I was, trapped in the very house belonging to the woman I had tried to rob, dreading another day trapped in the role of her new daughter. Eventually a knock on the door told me I could delay the inevitable no longer. "Lilly? Are you okay in there? You've been an age!" came my captors voice from the other side, an annoyed lilt to her words. "Nearly finished," I called back through the door as I turned off the shower and stepped out. I glanced around the room for a towel to wrap around my body before returning to the ever more feminine bedroom that had become my own. Unfortunately, I found the towel rail empty and realised Deborah hadn't given me one. "Deborah, there's no towel!" I called out as I looked around the bathroom. "Oh sweetie, I'm sorry! It's in here, I must have forgotten to give it to you! It's okay, just come on in here and we will get you dry." "What? Can't you just pass me it through the door?" There was no reply, but I heard her walking toward the bathroom door, which I went to. The door opened and Deborah walked in with a frustrated look on her face, "What are you doing!?" I shouted, my hands darting to cover my crotch. "How many times do we have to go over this?" she said quickly grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward the door, "Little girls like you don't have to worry about modesty! Now come on hurry up, or you can just go around naked all day, you've made this morning difficult as it is!" She dragged my sodden naked body out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where she proceeded to wrap me in a blue towel and rub me dry. Once dried, she had me step a pair of plain white knickers and matching vest after which I was told to sit down at the vanity where I was put through the same make up ritual as the day. "Let's try something a bit different with your hair today," she said as she began brushing it out. After blow drying it, she proceeded to fashion my hair into two plaits clipping a small pink bow to the end of each to secure it. It was the sort of hair style a 5 year old girl would have. "Perfect," she said smiling at me in the mirror. I let out an audible groan as I turned away from the girlish figure reflected in the mirror. "Okay then, let's see what mummy got you today!" I turned around on the stool nervously fiddling with the edge of the vest as Deborah went over and began rooting through one of the bags. "I couldn't resist getting you a little outfit, besides, I thought it would be better you had some of your own clothes instead of having to borrow some old grotty hand me downs," she said pulling some items from the bag, "I was trying to decide whether to get you tweenish clothing or something suitable for a girl a bit younger, but after your outburst this morning I'm almost certain I made the right choice," she said as she held up an infantile looking pink t-shirt with a ballerina dancing across the front. "Oooh yes!" she said in glee, "Just perfect for a little madam!" Deborah then took a denim skirt from the bag, which she lay on the bed next to the t-shirt. "Right then, let's get you dressed, and then I will show you a few other treats I got you!" Deborah had me stand up as she dressed me in the pink t-shirt and skirt, which both fitted far too well for my liking. She tucked the t-shirt into its elasticated waste band of the skirt and finished of the ensemble with the same white sandals from yesterday. "So, shall I show you what else I got you?" She asked rhetorically as she moved over to the bags. I remained seated as she began to unpack them of various girlish horrors. Thankfully there wasn't much clothing in the bags which was a small solace, especially considering what items were revealed, including a purple sundress with spaghetti straps, a pair of denim dungarees and worst of all, a girl's swimming costume. It was dark blue and covered in small white flowers, it was horrific. I dreaded to think of when I would have to wear it and made a point to try and avoid that scenario at all costs. Deborah had also bought a few things for the room including a poster of Belle from Beauty and the Beast wearing the golden yellow ball gown, as well as a large brown teddy bear which she placed on the bed. Lastly she revealed a number of Barbie dolls, "Now you have something to play with while I'm at work tomorrow" Deborah said with a warm smile. "Great," I replied sarcastically as she placed the dolls along the windowsill. "There we go then, this is looking much more lived in now don't you think?" she said as she stepped back looking around the room. I looked from the bear sitting on my bed to the poster that now hung above it and finally to the line of dolls sitting by the window and felt the queasiness that was becoming all too familiar. Is this really happening? I thought to myself. There was one bag that still sat full at the end of the bed, but Deborah didn't make to unpack it, instead she took it with her as she went to leave the room, "Right, Mummy has a few things to do downstairs, why don't you stay here and play with your toys and I will call you when its lunch time." She left the room, leaving the door open behind her. I walked over and lay down on the bed, pushing the brown bear to the side. I could feel myself welling up once more, I felt defeated and trapped, in a world I had been forced to live in but had no interest in being in. I looked to the dolls that now adorned my windowsill. I stood up to inspect each of them more closely. The first was a ballerina, one a princess in a bright pink princess dress, and the final one was a mermaid Barbie with a glittery tail in place of where her legs should be. It was depressing to think that these now belonged to me. I twisted each of their heads around so they faced the wrong way, it was a childish act of rebellion but it made me feel a little better. Not wanting to stay in the room any longer, I decided to head downstairs, my plaits bouncing as I descended the stair case. As I wandered into the kitchen, Deborah seemed to be just finishing up a phone call. "Oh thank you so much Karen," she said, "you're an absolute star... I'll see you tomorrow then, okay bye!" "Who was that?" I asked as she hung up. "Oh hi there sweetie, lunch isn't quite ready yet." She replied ignoring my question. "I thought we could eat in the outside seeing as it's such a lovely day. Why don't you play in the garden and I'll call you when it's ready?" "I'd rather stay inside thanks," I said, fearful of being seen by anyone else, even with the tall hedge and fence. "Oh don't be silly, it's gorgeous outside," she said opening the French windows that led out into the back garden. "Come on, out you go," she said ushering me toward the door. I tentatively took my first steps outdoors since my recent transformation. I walked out onto the decking squinting in the sunshine, the breeze providing an odd sensation as it tickled my bare legs and found its way under the hem of my skirt. I wandered aimlessly around the garden eventually ending up sitting on the short brick wall that bordered the pond at the back of the garden. The pond was clearly well cared for, with a small fountain in the centre, spurting water up into the air, and had a net that went across it to protect the fish and other pond life from any peckish neighbourhood cats. I watched the fish meander aimlessly back and forth sometimes slowing to nibble at a weed or morsel of food that hung suspended in the water. I sat there for a while, dipping my fingers into the cold water and watching the fish cautiously come up to investigate these foreign objects that have invaded their peaceful universe. "Lilly honey, lunch is ready!" Deborah called from the door. I made my way to the table on the decking and sat down as Deborah placed down a plate of carrot sticks and a bowl of humus. We both got stuck in munching on the carrots and humus and it was actually rather pleasant. I was enjoying the sunshine and cool breeze that came with it and the lunch complimented the weather perfectly. Of course, any moment of happiness in my current predicament would inevitably be snuffed out, and this was no different as the peace was disrupted by a bell ringing out through the house. "What was that?" I asked suddenly afraid. "Oh probably just the front door," Deborah said calmly, getting up from the table. "What?!" I stood up suddenly, ready to run upstairs and hide. "Oh calm yourself down, it's probably just a delivery that needs signing for. Stay here and finish your lunch." Deborah headed inside as I sat nervously trying to listen out for signs of someone coming in. I heard Deborah happily welcoming someone and some laughter but then the door closed and there was silence. I breathed a sigh of relief and returned to munching on a carrot stick. Though my relief was short lived as I heard the side gate creaking open and to my horror Deborah appeared around the side of the house along with another woman in tow carrying a large dish. "and this is my niece Lilly I was telling you about," Deborah said, "Lilly, this is Helen, one of my neighbours, she's joining us for lunch!" I couldn't do anything, I was frozen to the chair staring like a rabbit caught in headlights, "aww you did say she was a shy one," Helen said with a laugh, "Hello Lilly! Do you like sausage rolls, I brought some along with me." She placed the dish on the table and sat down next to Deborah's seat. "Say thank you Lilly," Deborah admonished. "erm... thank you," I squeaked quietly, terrified my voice would give me away. "You're very welcome," Helen said with a smile. Luckily, Deborah chimed in with some chat about the neighbourhood, and I was all but forgotten. My heart rate began to slow once more as I realised that I hadn't been discovered, but then I was immediately overcome by an overwhelming feeling of dismay as I realised that all this woman saw was a little girl sitting at this table and no sign of a man. Miserable, but less on edge, I returned to chewing on my carrots and sausage rolls which Deborah had placed onto my plate. The two women chatted away and I was all but forgotten about. Helen appeared to be rather a bit older than Deborah, maybe in her mid-forties. However, she had an equally slim figure and clearly took great pride in her appearance. She had dark red curly hair and was wearing a long blue flowery dress. I sat watching the two women gossip about the inane goings on around the neighbourhood, "and I heard you had a break in the other day?" Helen suddenly said, making my ears prick up. "Oh yes, nothing major, but they smashed that window," Deborah replied, gesturing toward the boarded-up pane of the back door, "nothing was taken luckily, just a silly little boy who thought they could get away with it." I felt my face burn red. "Oh well that's good nothing was taken, what a relief, and here's hoping he gets his comeuppance!" "Oh I'm sure," Deborah said with a laugh. I stared downward, my eyes fixed on the flowery sandals I was wearing, determined to not make eye contact with her. "So Lilly," I suddenly heard my new name from the end of the table, I looked up to see Helen looking at me, "are you having a nice time hear at your Aunties?" She asked with a smile. Not wanting to test the limits of my girlish voice, I just nodded, feeling my cheeks continue to burn red. "Oh that's good! I heard you had lots of fun making cookies yesterday, were they tasty?" She asked. Again, I nodded and hung my head. "Aw she's always shy around new people aren't you Lills?" Deborah said, running her fingers through my hair. "Bless her, well I'm sure she will find her confidence eventually, and when she's made some friends then she'll have a great time here" Helen said, thankfully turning her attention away from me and back to Deborah as they continued their gossiping. I sat there in shame of the whole encounter, how I must have just looked like the picture of a quiet little girl too scared in front of the big grown-ups to even speak. Helens last comments had cause for concern. To be hiding out dressed like this in Deborah's home was bad enough, but the idea of interacting with kids while dressed like this was something I couldn't bare thinking about. After another 15 minutes of the two women nattering away, Helen mercifully stood up to leave, picking up the now empty tray. "Well anyway, I must be off! Lovely to chat, and lovely meeting you Lilly, I'm sure you will grow to love it here!" I gave a weak smile before returning my gaze to my swinging legs. "And what time shall I send Karen around tomorrow?" Karen? I thought to myself, was this the same Karen that Deborah was on the phone to this morning? "Well I don't have to leave until around 9, so maybe quarter too would be perfect, and thank her again from me will you, it's so sweet of her to do last minute!" "Oh, it's no worry to her, you know what she's like!" Helen said with a laugh. The two women hugged and then Helen disappeared back around the side of the house. After hearing the gate close I exhaled loudly. "I can't believe you set me up like that!" I said immediately on the attack. "Like what hun?" Deborah said clearing up the plates. "Inviting round that woman, knowing she'd see me like this! It's just humiliating! What if she'd realised I was a man?" "Oh I don't think there was any worry of that happening," Deborah said with a laugh, "Besides, you need to get used to being around other people, it will help you fit into your new role better. You looked so adorable when your little face got all red." "You're taking this too far!" I said again angrily. "Deborah, someone is going to find out sooner or later, someone will see that I'm really a man, if not from looking at me, definitely from my voice." "Hmmm you may be right there," she said thoughtfully, "Oh actually, you know what I may have something that could help with that." "What? No, that's not what I meant, Deborah plea..." "Oh shush, now stop it, come one inside." I followed her back in as she went into the hallway and picked up her car keys from the small table by the door. "Come on," she said holding out her hand, "I need to pop to the clinic quickly." "What?" I said fearful of what was about to happen. "I have to pop into work, so come on, you can sit in the car," she said with her hand still held out for me to take. "You cannot be serious. There is not a chance in hell I am going anywhere dressed like this," I said taking a step back into the kitchen. With a sigh, Deborah walked toward me, grabbing roughly onto my arm and began pulling me with ease toward the front door. "I don't have time for your nonsense, I can't just leave you in the house alone so you're coming along. It's only going to take five minutes, and like I said, you can just sit in the car." I tried to resist as she pulled me toward the door, but it was hopeless, she was far stronger than me and had no problem getting me outside and into the car, before doing up my seatbelt. I sunk as low as I could in the seat as we set off away from the refuge of the house. It didn't take long to get to our destination which appeared to be a small private doctor's clinic. Deborah pulled into the parking space close to the entrance. "I'll only be a moment," she said as she got out the car, taking the keys and handbag with her. I sat sunken in the car seat, frantically glancing around for a sign of anyone who may suddenly appear and see me however, much to my relief, no one appeared and soon Deborah was climbing back into the car. "Oh stop being such a pansy, for goodness sake. I have a right mind just to take you to the supermarket right now." "No please! Please don't, can we just go back to the house?" I begged frantically. "I think it would do you good, to go somewhere and see how much you fit into your new roll, honestly, nobody would recognise you as a man," she said. "Deborah, please, please don't." I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. "Hmm, maybe another time, or if you are naughty," she said starting the engine, "Something to keep in mind if you feel like misbehaving again," Much to my relief, we were soon back in the safety of the house. I sat down at the kitchen table to calm myself as Deborah began to wash the dishes. My mind went back to the conversation between her and Helen regarding this Karen woman and tomorrow. "Who's Karen?" I asked, knowing I would no doubt dislike the answer. "Ahh yes, so, I need to tell you about tomorrow. I have to go to work in the day time." Deborah said turning from the sink. "Oh, well that's okay I can just stay here," I replied quickly, fearful of being taken into her workplace. "Well that's the problem, I can't really leave you here, alone can I?" "It's okay, I won't try and run away or anything, I promise, I'll even do some cleaning around the house if you want," I said, in a desperate attempt to bargain. "No," she chuckled, "I'm not worried about that sweet heart, where would you go dressed like that anyway?" she said. She had a point, I thought, looking down at the denim skirt and remembering I had come to that same conclusion that very morning. "No, I know you wouldn't wander off, you couldn't cope without your mummy to look after you anyway." "I'd cope fine," I grumbled. "Shush now, so tomorrow. Helens daughter Karen has very kindly agreed to babysit you until I get home." "What?!" "She's really lovely and she can't wait to meet you!" "No you can't please! I don't want anyone else to see me like this!" I said frantically. "Why not? You look adorable! I'm sure you will have a lovely time. Now, I've told her that you are my 10 year old niece who is staying with us for a while, just in case she asks." "Please don't do this, I can look after myself! I don't need a baby sitter!" I cried. "Absolutely you do, I wouldn't dream of leaving a 10 year old girl by herself all day, who knows who might try and break in!" she said, the hint wasn't lost on me... "Please I'll do anything, she'll know I'm a man, there's no way she will think I'm a girl!" "Of course she won't, all she will see is a sweet little girl, that's all Helen saw isn't it? You look nothing like a man anymore, and I've even picked some stuff up from the clinic that will help with your voice. If I'm honest I struggle to believe you ever used to be a man so Karen's not going to notice a thing," she said with a smile. "Why won't you just let me go, I've learnt my lesson, you don't have to do this, please, I'm sorry!" I said tears starting to well in my eyes for the second time in less than an hour "Oh, listen, stop being silly now," Deborah said impatiently, "It's already settled, she's going to be here tomorrow morning, and you are going to be on your best behaviour for her, do you understand?" "I can't, she'll know, please I'll be good, I'll stay in my room." I said as tears began to trickle down my face in frustration as my pleas fell on deaf ears. "Right I've had enough of this," she said standing up. "Go up to your room please, you can spend the rest of the day up there. Karen is doing a very kind favour for you, and you should be very thankful, but instead you have done nothing but moan, so if that's what you want, you can go and moan in your room." "It's not fair!" I sobbed "I was going to let you enjoy the sunshine, maybe get the paddling pool out, but if you are going to behave like that, you can jolly well sit inside and think about how ungrateful you are being." I stood up angrily from the table and headed up to the bedroom which was now my own, slamming the door behind me, which I knew was probably the same way a stroppy child would act, but I was so annoyed I didn't care. To be honest I was a little bit relieved at being sent to my room, I did not like that mention of a paddling pool. For an hour or so I lay on my bed reeling over how unfair this whole situation was. Why won't she listen to me? I thought to myself. It was so frustrating, trying to get Deborah to see reason and put a stop to this woman coming tomorrow. As soon as she walks through the front door and her eyes fall upon me, she is going to see that I'm not really a girl, I just knew it! Though, as the saying goes, every cloud has a silver lining, and as dark as this cloud was, at least it would all be over by tomorrow morning. As humiliating as it will be when this woman sees me, a grown man, dressed like this, Deborah won't be able to keep me as her prisoner any longer and she will have to let me go. After a while, there was a knock on the door and Deborah entered. I sat up as she walked in to the room, carrying a small white plastic labelled bottle. "Listen," she said, "We need to have a chat. I really don't think you understand the situation you are in here. For some reason you are blaming me for your current predicament as if it is somehow my fault," she said calmly, walking over to the window and gazing out onto the street below. "But really, you have no one to blame other than yourself. You committed a crime, and so you have to be punished. I even gave you a choice of punishments and you chose this!" "It wasn't really a choice," I mumbled through gritted teeth. "It was a choice nonetheless, and at least this leads to some form of rehabilitation and redemption for you, maybe even enjoyment in time, I hope." I scoffed at this suggestion. She turned from the window and looked me in the eye. "But regardless of whether you will or not, the situation is that yesterday morning you agreed to become my daughter, and all the things that come with that. Which means I cannot leave you here on your own all day. So tomorrow, you WILL have a babysitter looking after you, and you WILL be a good girl for her and play your part well. Because, I can assure you I can make this punishment so much worse for you if you don't do as you're told. But you will do as you are told, wont you? Because honestly Lilly," She knelt down in front of me, fingering one of the plaits that hung from the side of my head. "What choice do you have?" There was a graveness to her words that sent a chill up my spine. I couldn't think what to say, or how to fight back, I just stared back into her eyes feeling every bit a frightened child. "Well, I've said my part now, and I don't think there is anything else that needs to be said on the matter," she said, standing back up. "Now, time to fix your little voice problem," She held up the bottle. "We give this stuff to singers in the clinic, it helps them reach higher pitches when singing, it's still off the market currently but luckily, I own the clinic so no one is going to notice that a bottle has gone missing," she said pouring out a small amount into a small plastic cup she had also brought up with her. "Now drink this and then wait for 15 minutes to let it work its magic," she said handing me the cup. "What's this going to do?" I said nervously looking down at the syrupy looking liquid. "I told you, its going to help with your voice," she said, sounding a little irritated. "Do I really have to?" I asked looking up at Deborah with pleading eyes. "Lilly, what did we just talk about?" Deborah warned. "Now drink up, or I'll hold your nose and pour it down your throat myself." With a defeated sigh, I downed the contents of the cup. The liquid burned my throat as I swallowed it, it had a strong mint like taste, not particularly unpleasant but not something I would want another cup of. "Good girl," Deborah said taking the cup back off me, and replacing the cap of the bottle, "Now I'll be back in 15 minutes, no speaking until then to let the medicine do its work. I think you can stay up here for the rest of the afternoon anyway after your behaviour before, I'll bring though Luke's television so you can watch that." My throat continued to burn but the sensation slowly subsided until I could only feel a light tingly feeling. Deborah returned moments later carrying the small flat screen television from her son's room which she placed on top of the chest of drawers, she left the room again, soon returning with a DVD player and a couple of childish looking DVDs before plugging it all in. "There you go," she said connecting up the DVD player to the television, "now you can watch one of these films here if you get bored of your dollies." What great choices, I thought to myself. "Well it's been about 15 minutes," Deborah said, looking at her watch. "Let's see if that stuff has worked, why don't you try saying something now," "Er..." That was all that was needed for me to realise in horror that whatever was in that bottle had clearly succeeded in its purpose. "Oh my..." Again I heard the soft high pitched feminine lilt of a girls voice come out of my own mouth and felt sick to my stomach. "Oh wonderful!" Deborah said beaming at me. "You sound just perfect!" "What have you done?!" I said panicking, forcing myself to make it through a sentence. "Oh relax," she said, still smiling, "it's not permanent, it should last a couple of days and then you have to take another dose to keep up the effects, but gosh, the results are so much better than I expected! See now you have absolutely nothing to worry about tomorrow! Now, the bottle advises not speaking too much for around an hour after the first time you take it so I think you should just avoid talking for a bit. Here, I'll pop on a film for you while you rest your voice." Deborah left me alone but not before putting on the live action version of Cinderella, I slumped back onto the bed, miserable and defeated trying to come to terms with my new added humiliation. This was going far beyond punishment now, it felt more as though Deborah wanted to see how far she could take all this, and that terrified me more than anything else. I lay on the bed, watching the movie, trying to distract myself from my misery. The film was surprisingly enjoyable and I ended up finding it very engrossing much to my own shame, each time I found the story engaging I would suddenly get angry at myself for succumbing to it as if in some way it was a loss for my masculinity and a win for Deborah. After a while though I gave up trying to not enjoy the film and soon became absorbed in the plot and characters. I must have looked quite a site, the little girl in her pink bedroom with walls decorated with drawings of princesses, and posters of princesses, lying on her bed, watching her favourite princess movie. What was I becoming? Not long after the film finished Deborah called me down for dinner, over which, she insisted on asking me lots of questions about the film, no doubt in a ploy to hear me speak in my new girlish voice, which never failed to bring a smile to her face. "I love how well your voice fits you," she said happily, playing with one of my plaits as we sat at the table. "You really are becoming my little girl now!" "Please stop saying things like that," I moaned. "But it's true, you're totally unrecognizable as a man now, and you have adapted to your new role so well, much better than any real man would, that's for sure." That comment cut deep as I looked down at my bare legs poking out from the denim skirt, "I really think you would be happy here as my daughter, you wouldn't have to worry about bills any more, or have to go to work, you can just stay here as my princess and all you will need to worry about is looking pretty." I sat there quietly unsure what to say, knowing I should be fighting back, arguing against this, but not finding the will to do so. "It's like I'm giving you the chance to be who you really should be, I bet you would have been such a girly girl, always wanting to wear pretty dresses, asking mummy to do your hair in plaits or tie ribbons in it." "Why would I ever want that?" I mumbled in a feeble attempt at a protest. She carried on ignoring me, still fingering one of my plaits, "I could make that happen for you, and it wouldn't take you long to realise that it's a better life for you. You would soon love being my little girl, I can guarantee it, and Luke would so love having a little sister to look after, I just know it!" "You'll have let me go before he gets back though surely?" I said looking up at her worried, "Well that's going to all depend on your behaviour, especially for Karen tomorrow, I don't want to hear that you've been naughty when I get back from work tomorrow or you may find you'll be spending much more of your time as my little girl," she said getting up from the table to clear the plates, leaving me sitting there fearful of what tomorrow may bring. I lay in bed that night tossing and turning but unable to sleep. After dinner, we had gone into the living room to watch TV, Deborah had insisted I sit snuggled up to her, my head resting on her chest as she stroked my hair. I could feel her breasts rise and fall underneath my head, I felt myself becoming aroused by this sensation but a quick glance down at my girlish outfit was more than enough to kill any excitement. At half past eight, Deborah had taken me upstairs where she took out my plaits, tying my hair in a ponytail secured by a pink scrunchie, and dressed me in a plain pink nightie, I was almost relieved to put it on instead of the Frozen pyjamas from the night before. Once dressed, I climbed into the bed, where Deborah tucked me in, "Goodnight sweet-pea," she said, "I promise you will have so much fun tomorrow, just you wait and see!" She made me give her a kiss goodnight, before leaving the room, closing the door behind her. I felt sick to my stomach thinking about how I was going to get through the next day. Scenario after scenario danced around my head, again I just hoped I could get through the humiliation of being found out and then return to a semblance of a normal life, though after all this, how could I ever show my face as a man again, the freak who so easily was transformed into a 10 year old girl. I was in no doubt this period was going to haunt me for the rest of my life. Eventually, in the early hours of the morning I managed to drift off into a restless sleep, with vivid dreams where I had returned to work before realising I was dressed in a pink party frock. In the dream I had begun to cry, while all my colleagues laughed at me, my old boss came up to me asking if I was lost and needed help finding my mummy before taking my hand and leading me back to a waiting Deborah, "No! Please! I don't want to go back!" I pleaded to my boss, trying to pull away to no avail. "Sorry, we got no use for little girls here," he replied menacingly, The scene changed suddenly, I was in bed, I was Phillip again, cuddled up to a woman next to me whose face was blurry. I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, squeezing it softly. "This is so wrong," she moaned in pleasure. "Why? Don't you like this?" I asked, as I began to kiss her neck. "I do but it's not right, we shouldn't be doing this," she said again, breathing heavily. "Explain why not then, ask me to stop." "Do you really need me to explain?" she said, laughing now and pushing me away from her. "Please, don't do this," I begged the woman as I moved further and further away. "Let me stay here." I continued to drift away as I cried out, "Please! Please! Don't!" She was too far away now to see, blackness surrounded me as I continued to call out, but no one came. I suddenly woke with a start, to find myself covered in sweat and the nighty twisted around my legs. My heart was still thumping in my chest from the nightmare as I pushed the covers off and stood up. I looked outside to see that the dim glow of dawn was just beginning, suggesting it was probably only around 4am. My throat was dry, so I decided to get a drink. Quietly I snuck to the door and tried the handle, and too my relief the door opened. I tiptoed across the hall and into the bathroom where I turned on the tap and took several gulps of water from my cupped hands and washed my face in the cool water. After this I quickly snuck back into the bedroom and got back into bed. As I began to slowly drift off to sleep once more, I realised that I'd just had yet another chance to escape but the thought hadn't occurred to me to even attempt it. Only 2 nights ago I would have jumped at such a chance but now... Something was happening to me, and I didn't like it.