Girl of His Dreams

by Jennifer White

 

Ron walked along the beach and looked up at the impressive line of tall condos over looking the oceanfront. It was springtime in Ft. Lauderdale, and the sun beat down on them, but the briny breeze of the ocean kept the temperature at a tolerable 82 degrees.

He took a deep breath, then turned to head over to the bar across the road for some lunch. He enjoyed being out there on the beach, but it was almost 1pm, and he was hungry now. He had to wait for all the traffic to clear, so he could cross.

As he waited, a car caught his eye. It was a small white BMW convertible. The driver was a lovely women, perhaps in her thirties, obviously a very rich local. She wore dark sunglasses. Her dark hair was pulled back tight into a bundle at the back of her head. She wore a floral dress, that covered her oh-so-perfect body.

Ron had seen many such women since he was down here for vacation, as well as the young hotties at the beach with their skimpy bikinis and their lustful young bodies.

But something was different about this one. Something grabbed at him. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He almost walked into traffic as she drove past. He had to jump back before he got hit by the bus that was loudly blowing it's horn at him.

Ron ran across the street, sat down at an outside table under the awning, and ordered a beer while he looked over the menu. What was it about that woman that was so striking? He had seem women much younger and much hotter. And ones obviously richer. But there was something about *her*, and it really bothered him that he couldn't tell what it was.

He sipped his beer, he finally relaxed. He was worn out from the sun. The waiter was slow, so he took another sip and closed his eyes for a moment. He almost drifted off to sleep when the waiter returned and woke him up.

"You can't sleep here sir. Are you still going order lunch?"

"Yeah, I'll take the salsa burger, extra spicy, and well done."

"Very good. Would you like another beer sir?"

"Yes, and a glass of water."

"Coming right up."

The water here tasted of chlorine, but he needed something cold and wet. Roused from the edge of sleep as he was, a certain clarity came to his mind. He realized something about the woman: he had seen her in his dreams.

Not a woman *like* her, not one *similar* to her, but *that* woman in particular. He had been dreaming about her. Nothing like this had ever happened to him. Was it a prescient dream? He had heard people claim that they dreamed something then it came true. Or was this just a fluke?

No, he was *very* sure that he had seen that woman in his dreams before. Multiple times. He even knew her name: Maura.

Ron ate his burger and fries in silence, wondering about this woman in his dreams, and how it was possible that he had really seen her today...

* * *

 

Ron woke up in his hotel room the next morning. He was sure that he had dreamed of Maura again. But you know how it is that moments after you wake up, you've forgotten your dreams? It was like that for him. They were fuzzy and remote already. But he was sure that he had dreamed of *her* again.

Ron ate breakfast, then went for a swim in the pool. Afterwards, he thought of heading to the beach to get some sun. He stole a towel from the hotel, and darted across the street to find a good spot to lay out.

They were playing volleyball in front of him, and he had no desire to get hit by ball as he lay there asleep. So he started heading north along the beach. When he found a nice quiet spot, he walked down onto the sand, which was already hot from the sun.

He laid down his towel, stretched out, and laid back. He pulled the brim of his cap down low over his face, and closed his eyes.

 

Ron awoke with a start. He had dreamed of Maura again. He was sure of it! He shook his head, trying to shake the cobwebs of sleep. *She* had been in his dreams, but he couldn't remember anything about them. Well, perhaps he could remember a *feeling*. A feeling that Maura loved him and cared about him deeply.

He stood up, shook the sand off the blanket, and headed across the street so he could get a bite at one of the cafes there. He continued to walk north, deciding to try a new spot. That waiter was too short with him yesterday for almost falling asleep. He'd give his business (and the tip!) to someone else. Preferable somewhere that had a cute waitress.

He found a promising sidewalk cafe, and sat down at a table. A waitress in cute little denim shorts came out and asked for his order. For some reason, he felt like iced tea today for some reason, so he ordered that, even though he didn't usually like it. The waitress seemed impressed that he wasn't there just to drink, like all the other twenty-something males, so he felt proud of himself.

Ron heard the click of footsteps behind him, growing louder. He was looking down, and saw the shoes making the sounds: a white pump on a girl's foot. He looked up past her white knee length skirt to her floral top, and then to her face. Maura! It was Maura, from his dreams. She was wearing a wide brimmed white hat, with a black ribbon around it, tied in a bow.

"Hello Ron. I'm glad you accepted my invitation to join me today."

She sat down across from him. As he gaped at her, enthralled by her sexy voice as well as her perfect body, the waitress came over.

"Iced tea" said Maura.

"The usual" she said, nodding her head.

"Maura?" said Ron.

She nodded her head.

"What invitation. I just picked this place out."

"No, I called you here. You remember, don't you? In your dreams."

 

In his dreams! It was clearer now. He *had* dreamt of her, meeting her at a sidewalk cafe, to drink iced tea. He now recognized this as the place they had met in the dream. She *had* called him here. How was that possible?

"How do you know about my dream?" he said, in a whisper.

"I just know" she said.

They split a fresh grilled ahi tuna salad for lunch (cooked rare of course), and just made casual conversation. Ron found out that Maura was divorced, and lived a few miles away in a house on the beach.

"Would you like to come over to my place?" she said.

"Sure!" he replied.

She paid the bill, leaving a generous tip of 25%. They walked a block to the spot where her white BMW was parked. Maura clicked the key chain to unlock the doors.

They got in, and she started to drive north, past all the rows and rows of condos and hotels that lined the coast. After a way, the road turned a corner, and now the side of the road was lined with tall thick hedges. Private gates appeared every so often, until she reached one where she turned into the drive. She pushed a button on the dashboard, then with a double beep, the gate started to swing inward to open.

Maura drove up the hill, around a corner, and there was her house. It was huge! A coral colored house, with an ocean view. It must be worth a fortune! And she was inviting him home with her? He felt a tick between his legs as his eager manhood became aroused. She wanted to bed him, and she was taking him home!

"Why don't you go shower off, to get rid of all that sand? There's a clean bathrobe hanging on the back of the door" she said.

Ron went in, and shook his head. The bathroom was bigger than his hotel room. He ran the hot water, and got in the shower. He shampooed and washed up. After drying off with a huge fresh fluffy linen towel, he put on the bathrobe that was right were she promised. There was also a pair of flip-flops under the cabinet, so he put them on too.

He walked out, and headed towards the living room. Maura was at the counter of the bar, preparing drinks for them. She handed him the chilled glass of some kind of fruit juice based cocktail, with a slice of orange on the rim.

They clinked glasses and took drinks. It tasted wonderful, but he could tell it was very strong.

Rob looked around him. Everything about this house was familiar to him somehow. It was straight out of his dreams. That's how he knew where the living room was. That was how he knew there were flip-flops in the cabinet. He *knew* this place from his dreams.

 

"I've been here, in my dreams" he said. "You never told me how you knew about my dreams."

"I was in them, wasn't I?" she said. "That's how I know."

"How is that possible?" he asked.

"I want to show you something" said Maura, who started walking down the hall. On the wall, there were pictures of Maura when she was younger, along with her family. There weren't any pictures of her ex-husband, although there were several of her with a little girl.

"Is that your daughter?" asked Ron.

"Yes. She's 20 now, and lives with her father."

"I see" said Ron, deciding not to press her further if it would be a sore subject.

Maura opened the door to a room, and invited him in. The first thing that struck Ron about the room was the impressive ocean view. You could see the waves, the water, the sunset, the boats, the beach. But no people. It was *her* private beach.

"Wow" said Ron.

The second thing that struck him about the room was its familiarity. He looked around. This must have been her daughter's room, based on the decor. The neat shelves were filled with dolls and stuffed animals. The closet door was closed, but he was sure that inside would be racks of pretty clothes for a girl. The bed had a very feminine pattern to the blanked and the sheets, while the pillows had sham covers. Definitely a girl's room.

"Why are you showing me this?" he asked.

"The problem with little girls" said Maura, is that they grow up to be teenage girls. They are so sweet when they're young. But as they get older, they get moody. They get irritated from just the smallest thing. They are grumpy and want to sleep in all the time. And they want to start chasing after boys."

Ron just listened. Yeah, that sounded like his sister all right. But what difference did that make?

"What I really want, what I *need*, is a little girl that never grows up. One that is my loving young daughter, but who never goes on to become a young woman."

"It sounds like you want Peter Pan and Neverland. They have that at Disney you know."

Maura smiled gently at him.

"I don't need Neverland. I don't need Peter Pan. I have my daughter right here."

"I thought you said she is 20, and lives with her father."

"Yes, she does. But you don't."

Ron gave her a funny look.

"What do you mean? I don't get it."

"I have my *new* daughter right here. This time, she will be a sweet young thing, but she will never grow up to be a woman. She will always be kind and pretty and gentle, she will always be soft and girlish and charming. She will never become a bratty teenager. She will be my baby forever."

"And just who is she?" asked Ron.

"You" said Maura, pointing right to him.

 

Ron's heart raced. He felt the need to flee. He had to get out of there! She was going to try to do something to him. Something that sounded sick and wrong. He was her daughter? He had to get out of there!

But Ron's stomach sank when he took a step to move away from her. That was because his leg didn't move at all. It stood rooted there, like his feet weighted 10,000 pounds.

"This time Sophia, mommy's not going to lose you again" she said.

She was calling him 'Sophia'! She thought that *he* was her daughter!

"Go look at all your pretty clothes I bought for you Sophia" said Maura. Ron's feet moved now. They ran in dainty little steps over to the closet. He opened the door, and looked inside. He gasped as he looked at the row after row of pretty skirts, dresses, sweaters, tops, shoes, hats, handbags, and accessories.

"Go ahead Sophia, pick one out."

Ron reached in with a trembling hand, and pulled out a light blue one, with white lace trim. The shoulders poofed out, and the skirt at the bottom flared out wide.

"Oh, that's a pretty outfit honey. You want to put it on, don't you?"

"Yes mommy" said Ron, much to his amazement. He didn't want to put that on! What was going on?

"Here, let mommy help you" said Maura. She took off Ron's bathrobe, and pulled down his boxers. As he stood there naked, she rubbed a cream all over his body.

"Go wash off now baby" said Maura. "This will get rid of all that yucky hair you have."

"Thank you mommy" said Ron, as he ran to the attached bathroom, taking even smaller more dainty steps. Was he getting shorter, or was it his imagination?

He went into the shower, and rinsed off. He saw all his body hair come off, and amass on the drain. He picked up the clog of hair so the shower could drain, and threw it into the waste basket. The cream had given his skin a pretty floral scent. He skipped back to Maura eagerly.

"Now my little angle, first put on your panties."

Ron took the pair of white lacy panties from her, and put them on.

"Can I wear a training bra mommy?" said Ron, again, much to his amazement. He wanted to run. He wanted to yell. The *last* thing he wanted was to put on a bra.

"You won't need one for some time my little angel."

"Oh please mommy, it makes me feel like a big girl" said Ron.

"All right Sophia. You may wear your training bar."

"Yea!!!!!" said Ron. "Help me put it on mommy."

Maura put the training bra on to his chest. It laid flat against him, having nothing to support. He was sure that he was smaller now; he was looking *up* to her, whereas he had been at least several inches taller than her when they first met.

Next Maura gave him white tights to put on, which he did. Then she handed him a frilly layered petticoat. She put it on him, and then the light blue dress. The petticoat made the dress poof out like an umbrella. You could only see his legs below the knee, in their white stockings.

Maura gave him a pair of white shoes, with a moderate heel, which he slipped on. He was surprised. The shoes looked so small. How could they go on his size 12 feet? He must be much smaller now. As small as a 12 year old girl.

"Can I wear makeup today mommy?" said Ron, again coming as a total surprise to him.

"Sure my little angle. Let mommy put it on for you. You always use too much, but little girls shouldn't wear too much makeup. Would you like it if I made you sparkle today?"

"Oh yes mommy, please!" said Ron.

"All right Sophia. Now sit still."

Ron couldn't move, as Maura applied makeup to his face. Then she began brushing his hair with an antique hairbrush. With each stroke, his hair got longer and curlier.

Maura took a white ribbon, put it around his hair, and tied it up in a bow. He felt shivers all over.

"Look in the mirror Sophia. Tell me what you think" said Maura.

Ron looked in the mirror. He was shocked. Instead of seeing himself, he saw a 12 year old girl looking back at him. His hand drifted down, and he tried to touch himself between the legs to see if there was still anything down there.

"Don't do that Sophia. That is not ladylike behavior!"

"But mommy" said Ron, "I can't find it! It's gone!"

Why was he calling her 'mommy'? At least he was saying what *he* wanted to say. At least, mostly now. And he was able to make his arms and legs do what *he* wanted again. But he flipped out when he couldn't find anything poking out between his legs. It *was* gone now.

"You're a little girl. Little girls don't have nasty things like that between their legs. Only little boys do, but they are smelly and dirty. You don't like little boys, do you dear? Do you want to kiss them?"

"Oh heavens no!" said Ron.

"That's my girl. You stay away from the boys. They are nothing but trouble. You are a pretty girl, and you don't need any boys, do you understand?"

"Yes mommy" said Ron. He didn't want to be with any messy stinky boys. He wanted to be a good girl to please his mommy.

"Mommy, why did you do this to me?" he said. He realized that he *was* a little girl now.

"I told you. I lost my daughter once, and I'm not letting that happen ever again. You are under an enchanted spell now. You are my daughter Sophia, and you will never age a single day. You will always be my little girl. You will never grow up to be a moody teenager. You will always be kind, cute, and sweet."

"Yes mommy. I'm you're little girl" said Sophia.

"I had to pick you, because the police will be looking for a young man. If they see me with you, they'd never suspect that you were ever a boy. If I started with a little girl, not only would her mommy be so upset that she's missing, but they might get suspicious of me. But I'll be safe now, and you'll be happier than you ever thought possible."

"So I'm a girl forever" said Sophia.

"When I get old, I will release you one day from this spell, and you can grow up to be a woman just like mommy."

"Yea!!!!" said Sophia. "I want to be just like you when I get older, mommy."

"You will my little angel. You will."

* * *

Maura took Sophia to the zoo the next day, then to the Seaquarium in Miami. They had a grand time together. She promised they could go to Disney next month, where Sophia wanted to go on the Peter Pan ride.

"That's my favorite" she said proudly. "I've seen the movie."

"Come on Sophia, lets go shopping. I bed you'd like a new outfit to wear on our trip."

"Really mommy? I just love shopping for clothes! Maybe I can get a purse too, like you carry."

"You're too young for a purse my little angel" said Maura. "But maybe you can get those ear rings you've been asking for."

"I love you mommy!" said Sophia.

"I love you too" said Maura, giving her a hug. Neither one of them could ever remember feeling happier in their lives...

  

  

  

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