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Wish shift: Dreamscapes
1 A.S. Day?
The first thing I noticed was the reek all of the flowers. The smell of
them made the air noxious with their scent. It surrounded me and seemed
like it was impregnating even my clothes. It was in my hair and lingered
like a thick blanket in my nose and mouth. It was sweet and warm. I could
feel soft satin covering me entirely except for my hands. My fingers are
bare. I wondered where it came from. I didn't own anything in satin. But
it's here now, tightly fitting around my arms and clinging to my enormous
belly. I glanced down at it. How did it get so big? I know I'm about six
months, but this is much too big. I don't remember being like this. I
shift my feet and feel my heavy engorged breasts straining against the
bodice that is keeping them tight against me.
When I shifted my feet I also felt something new. I'm wearing silk
stockings. They envelope my legs and I can feel them ending in garters on
my upper thighs. Fabric moves against my silk clad legs. I'm draped in
and completely covered by more long folds of satin, silk and lace. I
can't see very clearly either. Where are my glasses? If I'm wearing my
contacts then why is all I see is a fine white haze in front of my eyes.
It makes everything fuzzy, but it's not fuzzy the way it should be if I
didn't have my contacts in or my glasses on. God my ankles hurt I think
to myself. I don't even have to look at them to know how extremely
swollen they are right now. The shoes I'm wearing pinch my feet a little
and I wish I could sit down right now. But I can't. There's an important
reason I know, but I can't think what it is right now.
I bite my lower lip against the mounting discomfort. What's that?
Somebody is taking my hand. They are pulling me slightly. They want me to
turn to the right. Whoever it is they are holding my left hand. I've got
something in my right though. I move my fingers as silently as I can.
It's cloth with thin paper inside. There are long round sticks in the
paper. I smell roses. That's what they are. They're rose stems I can feel
them with my bare fingertips. I look down. The haze is gone when I do
that. I'm looking down at my left hand in a pair of fingerless gloves.
I'm clasping a small bouquet of white roses wrapped tightly in white silk
and tissue paper.
I feel movement by my shoulders. That's easy to tell because they are
bare. I think that my shoulders and my neck are the only part of me
besides my fingers that don't have anything on them. The hands touch
something resting lightly on my shoulders and then the haze is lifted. I
feel something light and almost insubstantial go past my eyes and feel it
being placed over the back of my head. It drapes back and falls over my
hair. It's a veil. Why would I be wearing a veil? It didn't make any
sense to me. Someone has been talking this whole time while I've been
trying to figure out what is going on.
Wait a minute. They're talking to me. The words are so formal though.
He's asking me something. I should have listened to the words. They're
waiting for an answer. Hurriedly I blurt out "I do". Why did I say that?
I know I'm supposed to somehow, but why? I feel something cold touch my
finger on my left hand. I look down. The man is holding my hand and he is
sliding a ring onto my finger. I look around. It's an altar. I'm standing
in front of an altar. I breath in. I'm getting married.
It's awkward holding still. I look down at myself again. Am I really that
pregnant? I ask myself. I look enormous. Am I...nine months pregnant now?
It looks like it. What happened to the last three months. I look at the
man holding my hand. My new wedding ring sparkles. Why can't I remember
what happened between then and getting married now? No, I'm not getting
married. I'm married already. They just finished and my new husband is
still holding my hand.
I'm married. I look at him. I can't disbelieve what my eyes show me. He's
my husband now. I feel the babies move. I must be ready to have the twins
any day now. Is that why we got married this way? Did he insist on it or
did I do that? I think about it. I'm becoming a little more certain now.
I did it. I'm the one who insisted. The babies are almost here and he's
already been taking care of me all of this time. Of course it was my
idea. I wanted him to be my husband. I need him and I want him to take
care of us and be a father to them.
The minister is saying something. I miss it again. Oh, he said he could
kiss his bride. That's me. I'm the bride. He's going to kiss me now. He's
leaning down to me and I bend my head up. I'm doing my best to embrace
him without losing my balance. His hands are holding me and I feel him
supporting me so that I won't fall. I'm so pregnant, but he draws me
close. I feel my husband's lips on mine. I want to taste him and I open
my mouth to let him in. I feel his tongue touching mine and I closed my
eyes and lean into him. I'm having my first kiss as his wife.
The applause of our guests rings out loud behind us. I cut my eyes to the
right so I can see them all. I feel so happy. We did it. I'm his wife
now. When he finally breaks from our kiss, we slowly turn to face our
guests. I look past the long rows of all of the people who came to see us
take this step. There, on both sides of the doors. Those mirrors on the
far side of the church are so large. They're reflecting everything. I see
myself and my husband's distant images looking back at us.
My husband, I thought looking at our reflections. I have a husband. I'm
his wife now.
I'm listening to the applause and didn't hear as the minister introduced
him as my husband and me as his new wife. I'm too busy. All I can think
about is that in a moment, I'm going to stop being a bride. I was when I
walked up that carpet, but now when I walk back down the aisle it's as a
married woman. I can't think of how I got here to this point, but I'm
here. I'm supposed to be here. Does it really matter that I can't think
of when he became so important to me? Does it matter I can't think of how
or when we decided that we needed to do this?
I look at myself in the far away mirrors. My wedding dress really fits me
well even with my belly so swollen with twins. He takes my hand and start
to help me down the steps. I got married I think again. I'm his wife now.
I'm not Jenny Minton anymore. I haven't been Jenny Minton very long, but
now I'm not her anymore. I have his name now. My babies are going to have
him as their father. We'll all have his name.
I walked past mom and dad sitting in their seats. My whole family is
smiling at us. They're so proud of me. They're so happy for me. They're
so happy that we did this. They know he'll take care of us from now on.
That thought makes me smile so brightly I can see it clearly in the far
mirror. We take another step toward the far doors. Some of the people on
the groom's side of the aisle shake his hand in congratulations as we
passed. I'm so happy that my new husband's friends and family so
obviously approve of me. I won't let him down I tell myself. I'm going to
show him that he made the right choice when he asked me. I'm not just
going to be his wife. I'm going to be just the kind of wife he needs me
to be. It didn't matter that I started out as a man, I'm a woman now and
every day after this I'll be his woman. I didn't think I could be this
happy.
I leaned my head against him. I promise myself that I will make him never
regret asking me. Someone on my side of the aisle strokes my belly and
congratulates me on finding such a wonderful father for my babies. I
can't think of who they are. I should probably know them. They are
encouraging me to show him how much he means to me by having babies for
him as soon as I can.
I shake my head in wonder in wonder at them. Here I am married less than
five minutes, about to pop and someone at my wedding is telling me to get
pregnant again before I even finish walking down the aisle? What are they
thinking? How foolish did they think I was? Of course I'm was going to
get pregnant again right away. I have an overwhelming need to have a baby
with him as soon as we can. I need to show him how much I adore and need
him. No matter what else I do there is nothing I can think of that would
demonstrate that to him more completely. I want his baby inside of me.
I can't think of how many we talked about wanting to have right now. It
doesn't matter to me at the moment. However many as we wanted, I'll give
them to him. The mirrors loom up on each side of us. We're getting ready
to pass through the door and then everyone outside will see us together
like this. It's so wonderful to be a woman today. Today I'm his wife and
until right now I didn't realize how much I wanted to just be that. I'm
his wife now. I can't get that thought out of my mind and I don't want
to. I want to keep how I feel right now echoing there forever. I'm a wife
and I'm almost a mother. And I already know that as soon as I can I'll be
a mother again. I look at him in the mirror as we are about to pass it. I
can hardly wait for when I will get to tell him that I'm pregnant again.
And when I tell him I'm pregnant, this time it will be our child inside
me. The shadow of the door passes over us and we step through.
I blink and look around. We just walked out of the church. Where is he?
We're supposed to be outside, but we're not. How did I get home? I hear
the noise of the children playing loudly in the next room. I look down at
what I was doing. God this place is still a mess. How did I get so far
behind? I reach down to pick up some toys and I see the diamonds
sparkling on my finger. I never get tired of looking at it. I'd like to
keep looking at it more, but there is still so much to do and all of the
kids keep distracting me. I stop and lean back to stretch and rub my
back. My five month pregnant belly was putting that familiar pressure on
my back. I have to hurry. I have to finish cleaning the living room as
fast as I can and I have to get dinner started. I look over at a wall
clock. My husband is going to be home soon and I need to be ready when he
gets here. He has such firm expectations of me. But ever since we got
married I've been devoted to meeting them. I'm his wife after all and
this was what I'm supposed to be doing.
The kids are calling for me. I gather up the rest of the toys and make my
way to their playroom. I open the door and look at what they are doing.
The one year old is sleeping in her crib, The two year old boy is in his
playpen, The two boys 3 and 4 are playing with blocks and plastic cars in
the corner. My oldest boy is engrossed in some play-doh creation he is
making. His five year old twin sister throws herself at me and wraps
herself around one of my legs. "Mommy" she shrieks happily. I tell my
little girl to be careful, that she doesn't want to hurt the baby when
she does that.
"I want daddy, when's daddy coming home?" she plaintively asks. I lowered
myself as far as I can down to my beautiful little girl's level.
"Soon sweetie," I tell her, "daddy will be home soon."
"I want my new little sister, she says, I'm tired of brothers. When's my
new little sister coming?" I look down at my six children and place her
little girls hand on my belly.
"Not for a little while sweetie, four more months. It's a long time for
you, but she'll come soon and as soon as we can after that we'll have
another baby growing here."
I feel my little girls hands moving over my swollen belly and felt so
happy again that I chose to be his wife and their mother. It's all I want
to be now.
"I want her to come now," my little girl insists. I look down at my
daughter to tell her she needs to be more patient and that soon her new
baby sister will be here.
I'm not looking at my little girl though. I see a young woman's body in
front of me and I stand up so I can look into her eyes. Sonya's face
looks back at me.
Sonya's adult face. The one I see in the mirror every day.
She looks at me and her eyes fill with overflowing tears that started
spilling down her cheeks.
"You forgot me. Why did you forget me James?" Sonya says to me.
"I needed you to keep me alive and you forgot me."
Each word coming from Sonya's mouth drips with her agony and sorrow.
"But I didn't, I couldn't," I protest, trying to reach for her. To touch
her, to comfort her, to make her understand that she is always there
inside of my heart and my mind.
"You did. You forgot me. You made yourself into someone else and now I'm
gone. There's nothing left of me. You forgot me," Sonya says screaming
the last part and bursting into ashes that whirl and scatter. The ashes
float around the room and disappear. I scream and scream and scream.
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1 A.S Day 138
Jenny woke up thrashing against the sheets. She tried to roll over out of
the bed, but she was too tangled in them. Her hand fumbled at the bedside
light switch. The light flashed bright blinding her as it dispelled the
darkness. She curled around her pregnant belly, her body violently
shaking and sobbing until she finally started to calm down. Her tears
finally began to ebb and her rapid breathing began to slow. She blinked
against the light looking around the room and trying to force herself
stop shaking.
"Oh, god," she heard herself say.
"I didn't forget you Sonya, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't."
-You have to be her mother now.
She heard her mother whisper in her memory.
-You will become someone else
Dr. Warren whispered
-it's inevitable.
-She may as well be dead to me.
Her own words to Derek.
The words stung and lashed her and she had no place to hide from them.
She lay with the light on crying slow tears until they finally stopped.
Most of the dream was fading, but not Sonya's tortured face. Not her
accusations.
She felt her mind clear a little from the foggy aftereffects of the
nightmare. She started to slowly unwind the sheets from around her legs.
When she was finally clear, she moved her legs over the edge of the bed
and rolled into a sitting position. She looked down at herself. She was
still pregnant, but she was only six months like she was supposed to be.
The twins started kicking each other in her womb, probably upset by her
nightmare as well. She had to shift around a bit on the bed before she
could get them to stop. She slowly stood up to go to the bathroom to get
some tissue for her eyes. And when she did she also realized something
else. Her pussy was very, very wet.
Jenny was still so frightened from Sonya's dream accusations she had
somehow not registered that when she was finally awake. It had shaken her
so much to hear those painful words from Sonya.
But she now also thought about the rest of the dream and how she was
thinking of herself as she moved throughout that dreamscape. She
remembered how the woman she was in the dream was consumed and dominated
by her intent narrow focus on being no more than what she was there.
What frightened Jenny more was that she couldn't remember being forced to
be like that. The overriding desire that animated her to be a submissive
housewife focused on being a mother over and over again had came from
inside her in the dream. She had gladly imposed it on herself there and
she couldn't figure out where that had came from.
She had spent the last few months becoming a woman, but she didn't
believe it was this woman. She didn't see herself like that. She wasn't
that kind of woman, was she? She didn't think she wanted to be like that,
but even as she was telling herself that, other memories stirred. The
night in her apartment in Shenzhen. How she had surrendered so completely
to herself. How she had let her body define who she was and drive her
headlong into embracing being nothing more than someone who was focused
on that one narrow slice of what being a woman was. Even though she had
talked with Dr. Warren about this months ago, tonight that feeling came
back to her.
She thought about herself and how she had already slipped into a
submissive position with Derek. Since she had become too large to get
behind the wheel, she had freely given him so much say over her. She
wasn't sleeping with him and he had never done anything to make her think
that he expected her to. They hadn't even had anything that she would
even call a official date. They just hung out a lot.
And still, he was the most influential man in her life right now. He
took time out of his schedule without complaint to drive her around, but
that was also a trap in a way. If none of her family were here to visit
her she was completely dependent on him. And since he was here for her,
her family had felt more relaxed about her situation and didn't come down
as much the last month or so.
She thought about how much of her life revolved around the decisions that
he made or had influenced. She didn't have to look too far to see how
that had manifested. She looked at herself in the mirror. The new
contacts, finally giving in Dianne and agreeing that she should be
getting her nails done regularly because of his reaction to it, and how
she chose to dress now. All his influence or done in some way for him.
They had regularly eaten together for weeks now, always out and the only
time that they had eaten at home had been when she had him over on
weekends and she was mostly the one cooking then, even if it was just on
the grill. But after so many times, she couldn't remember the last time
she had been the one to choose where they went. What's more she couldn't
remember the last time he had allowed her to pay for anything, even
outside of Java Jolts. She did remember what he said to her once though.
That she may have been a man before, but she was a lady now. And she had
just accepted it.
The gratitude she felt for what he was doing for her had encouraged her
to defer to him over and over. Until now, without realizing it, she just
came to take it for granted that Derek should make most of these
decisions for her.
-You'll be with someone and they will shape you
Mom's words again.
But mom hadn't mentioned that you would have it sneak up on you. When he
said that to Jenny she was thinking that it would need to be a boyfriend
or husband and it would be being blatant and clumsy, but there was this
way as well. The slow erosion you gave into as that occurred until you
looked up and things were different.
The thing was Derek wasn't trying to force her. She racked her memory but
she couldn't think of any time when a change was insisted on as the price
of keeping him around or having him do something. He was just being the
kind of man he knew how to be and she hadn't been forced to be anything
else, but what she had allowed herself to be. She looked at the way Derek
treated her and realized that in many ways, Derek was like the way Jenny
had been before the Shift. That was what had attracted her to him.
Her mouth froze in a big O and she realized the full implications of what
she just thought. Her head reeled. She had to sit down. She stumbled into
the main room and lowered herself onto a chair.
"I'm attracted to Derek," she said slowly.
Just hearing the words out loud made them suddenly, utterly concrete.
"I am, I really am," she said to herself.
The words finalized something deep inside her very being, something that
had been growing unobserved and unnoticed. That it was her voice speaking
them now gave them a weight that another's voice would not have had.
She reached for her phone, unplugged it from the charger and dialed mom.
She had to talk with him now.
She sat in the chair fidgeting while it rang.
"Jenny?" she heard his sleepy voice answer. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"I think I love him," she blurted out and realized that she was not
saying anything that was new, just recognizing something that already was
there.
"What?" he said still sleep confused. "Who loves think?"
"I think I've loved him for a while now," she said more slowly.
"Give me a moment Jenny," she heard his voice say. "Let me wake up and
get my thoughts straight."
Another part of the dream suddenly stood out to her. In the dream she was
getting married to Derek. She hadn't noticed who it was because in her
mind he was the only one that could be her husband. She was there to
become his wife because that's what she wanted to be. When the minister
introduced them she heard his name after hers and it hadn't registered to
her, because in the dream that was what was supposed to be.
She thought about loving Derek, now that she had given recognition to it.
The thought was new and fresh in her mind, but it already had deep roots
in the woman she was making herself into. She thought of being his wife
and the thought made her heart thump and her pussy start to get a little
wetter again. The shadowy dream man she thought of when she used her
vibrator may have not had Derek's face, but it had been him. Each time
she imagined him, he had, without her thinking about it, become more and
more like Derek. After what she realized that now, she knew that it was
his hands she wanted touching her. His lips on hers. Him inside of her.
She didn't want him as a dream anymore she realized. She wanted him.
"Ok," she heard mom say. "I'm awake enough now I can understand you. Now
what were you saying?"
"I realized that I love Derek," she said to him.
"And what made you realize that," he said. "I'm not surprised really,
you've been dating him for weeks now in everything but name and he goes
out of his way so much for you. Everybody's basically been seeing it but
you."
Jenny started telling him about the dream. About the wedding, about being
in their home, about Sonya's accusation. She didn't tell him about how
many kids she had there or about her wanting to be that kind of wife. She
told him about how it ended and how she was trying to puzzle it through
after it woke her up and then realizing by accident that she loved him.
Jenny's pussy started getting wetter as she thought about that.
"I really love him mom. I don't know where it came from, but I do. I love
him and I want to be his wife," she said slowly,
"Not his wife in a dream. I want it for real. I don't think I've ever
wanted anything so much since the Shift happened."
"You think I couldn't understand that honey?" he said to her. "If there's
anyone you could talk to who would, it's me. When your father went back
to Ft. Polk that first time, I knew I wanted to only be with him then. I
think I took less time than you before I understood that I wanted to be
his wife."
Sonya's disturbing words to her in the dream. Some part of Jenny had
recognized deep inside her this desire that was blossoming. Maybe her
lingering love for and unconscious guilt over what had happened to Sonya
had kept her from recognizing this new love that had been growing, maybe
it encouraged her to refuse to acknowledge it altogether. Something had
to give between holding on to a lost love and embracing the new one and
it finally had.
"I loved Sonya," she said. "I loved her so much and I wanted to be her
husband."
"I know honey," he said.
The idea that she had someone she loved as a woman and who she would
readily marry couldn't be ignored by Jenny anymore. She needed to find
out if Derek loved her too. She was pretty sure he did. She wondered how
fast things would move between them if he did. She thought of herself in
her wedding gown almost ready to pop like the dream had showed her. Was
she telling herself that, that was what was coming? She didn't know. She
did know that the next time she spoke with Dr. Warren she would have a
lot to talk about with him.
"But I love Derek too," she said. "And it's different. I knew I could be
a woman for myself, and I never thought I could want to be a woman for a
man. But I love him and I want to be the only woman he needs."
"So what are you going to do now that you know?" he asked her.
No matter how exhilarated the recognition she had about the idea of
loving and wanting to being married to Derek suddenly made her. She still
had to come to terms with letting Sonya go. She looked down at the twins
in her belly and felt them moving there.
"I'm sorry Sonya," she said to her. "I didn't forget you, I couldn't ever
forget you, not who you were or who you will be. But I have to let you
go. I'll never kiss you again because these are my lips now. I'll never
hold you like before because it's my body now. I'll never marry you. That
was taken from us. But I'll always have you, because I'm your mother now.
And I will always love you. I'm your mother now and always. I love you,
but I'm in love with Derek and if he asks me, I'm going to be his wife."
"What did you say Jenny?" mom said.
"Sorry mom," she said. "I had to talk to the kids."
"So what are you going to do," he repeated.
"I'm going to go back to bed," she said. "And in the morning I'm going to
find out if he loves me the same way."
"I think we already know the answer to that one too honey," he said.
"Good night mom," she said "Thanks for being there."
"Good night."
Jenny disconnected the phone and went back to lay back down in the
bedroom. She wrapped her arms around herself. She lay there in the dark
wishing they were Derek's arms around her. She felt the absent ghost of
her wedding ring around her finger. Her pussy ached and she found herself
wishing that some parts of the dream were already real.
She would see Derek in the morning when he came to pick her up. The hours
between then and now stretched on endless in front of her. Her hand
rubbed against the children in her belly.
"You'll have your daddy here soon babies. Mommy's going to do what she
needs to do in the morning. Tomorrow I'm going to start finding out if
I'm supposed to be Jenny Peterson now."
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