Into Me

by Jennifer White

 

He hated her now. Just hated her. When Felix started going out with Cheryl, she had been so sweet. So kind. So innocent. But now, he hated her. All her habits which had been 'cute' before, were now annoying. He hated the way she laughed, the way she forgot little things, the way she was always running late. Even the cute accent she had now seemed bothersome. He hated how she sounded when she talked (and talked, and talked!).

He hated how she was so indecisive in picking out what she was going to wear....it was a major act just for her to figure out what she was going to wear to go out to the store and buy a pack of smokes.

And then there was the way that she always accused him of trying to control her. Just because he'd tell her that he made dinner reservations didn't mean he was trying to run her life! Sure, he always picked out the movie, the restaurant and stuff, but that was his job as the man in the relationship. All she had to do was to go out, have a good time, then take care of him in bed when they got back home.

And now, she was being heartless and cruel to him. They had a date all set up, and he had spent all this time preparing. And she had the nerve to talk to him like that! He pounded his large, muscular fist into the table.

"You didn't communicate with me, so I already made plans with my girlfriends" she said.

"Well, I'll be flexible. What if I hang out with all of you?"
"I don't think so."

"Come on Cheryl, lets do *something*. Its Friday night."

"No Felix. This is a girl's night out only. We might go to see some male strippers. Is that what you want to do?"

"No!" he said, angry that she would even imply that.

"Very well then. You don't want to be with me."

"It's not like that! I..."

"Sorry, gotta go."

She hung up on him, and he was beside himself with anger. He called up a few buddies, went to the store to get some beer, and got drunk.

 

* * *

 

After that night, Cheryl was very cold to him on the phone when he called her. She either wouldn't return his messages, or if he got her in person, she was nonresponsive. She wouldn't agree to do anything with him. She wouldn't even talk. And she *always* talked.

"What's the matter? Are you breaking up with me?" said Felix.

"Is that what you want? To break up? Well then fine" said Cheryl.

"No! I didn't say that! I was just asking what's going on with you."

"I understand" she said. "Its over between us. Good-bye Felix."

 

He was too stunned to even hang up the phone. It wasn't *his* idea to break up! How did she come to that conclusion? He could never understand feminine logic. If there was such a thing.

Oh well, another night of getting drunk. Maybe he'd buy a couple of girlie magazines at the store too, since he wouldn't be "getting any" from *her* anymore...

 

 

In his stupor that night, Felix called Cheryl's apartment. She didn't answer, so he left a long, angry, drunken message on her machine. He also wrote an angry letter, and sent it off in the morning. He also tried calling again that afternoon, and left another long message.

He just couldn't stop thinking about her. He had to have her back. What could he do? He drove his car over to her place, and sat there in the parking lot, staring at her window. Once, he saw her at the window, but she pulled the curtains closed. Had she seen him? He wasn't sure.

But he knew she was there now. He called her phone, but there was no answer.

"Come on, I know you're in there!" he said into the phone after her machine picked up. "You can't hide from me forever. You're being so stupid. Why don't you just...."

He hung up in anger, and drove off, his wheels spinning in the parking lot, letting out a loud shriek.

 

* * *

 

That night, as Felix lay in bed, he thought of Cheryl again. What had gone wrong? He wanted her, to feel her soft body again. He needed her. How could she have forsaken him like this? He loved her, and he hated her.

Even when he fell asleep, he couldn't escape her. She appeared to him in his dream.

"You want me, don't you?" she said to him in the dream, as she undressed.

He stared at her beautiful naked body, and nodded his head. She moved towards him, pushed him down on his back, and mounted him. She was on top, gently pumping him.

"Oh baby, I missed you so much!" said Felix in his dream.

"You like putting yourself into me, don't you?" said Cheryl.

"Oh yes!" he said, feeling himself deep within her.

"Well, now we're going to try something different. I'm going to put myself into *you*."

Felix suddenly woke up, with a huge hard-on. What a strange dream! He grabbed himself, and started stroking. He was so hard, so turned on, he just *needed* to get a release. Only after he made himself come, did he go back to bed and fall asleep again...

 

* * *

 

Felix woke up. It was Saturday morning. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and for the first time since Cheryl had left him, he felt a sense of happiness. He went to the door to get the newspaper.

Normally, the first thing he did was to read the scores in the sports section, but today he decided to read the comics first. The one called "Six Chicks" caught his eye first. It was always Cheryl's favorite, but he never got the humor of it. But today, it was really funny, and he let out a silly little giggle.

He didn't feel like a heavy breakfast, so he ate some of the low carb cereal he kept there for Cheryl. She wouldn't be around to eat it anymore, so he might as well. He had always thought it tasted like cardboard, but today it wasn't too bad with the soy milk she left behind.

 

After eating, he looked outside. Cheryl had been nagging him (another one of her annoying traits), about weeding the garden. It was such a nice day, perhaps working outside would be a fun thing to do. He went and put on garden gloves, and started on the weeds.

In less than twenty minutes, it was done. He thought it was funny how they must have argued about doing the work for hours, but the actual job was only a few minutes long.

Perhaps it was time for 'spring cleaning'. Felix went inside, and went to work on jobs that had needed to be done for quite some time. He washed out the tub, cleaned and mopped the floors, vacuumed, took care of the laundry, swept out the garage, and even dusted.

He was tired from his efforts, so he took a break at lunch to read the entertainment section of the newspaper, while he ate tuna salad, made with lite mayonnaise. It felt good to eat healthier than his normal lunch of fatty lunch meat, or greasy pizza.

 

After lunch, there was a long list of housework to do, so Felix set to it. But after an hour, his back ached. He was getting a drink of water, when he noticed his hands. They seemed so dry, perhaps from all the cleaners he had been using.

He remembered that Cheryl had kept a tube of hand cream in the bathroom. She had never bothered to take away the stuff she left when she broke up with him. So it must be all right for him to use it now.

He put the soothing cream on his hands, and rubbed it in until it all absorbed. His skin would be much nicer after he did that. It felt much softer, and had a nice pleasant floral scent as a bonus.

Felix put the hand cream back into the cupboard in the bathroom. He would definitely use it again, so it was a good thing to save. He looked in there, to see what else she had left behind. There was a bunch of makeup in various types of tubes and cases. He set out the array on the counter, trying to decide what to do with it.

He looked at the foundation. His face showed a few little lines, and wasn't smooth and pretty like Cheryl's. Almost without thinking, he took some of the foundation, and applied it to his face.

But his cheeks looked wrong. A little blush would help bring them out. He used the brush to apply the powder to give his cheekbones some highlights. That was better, but what about his eyes?

Some mascara, eye shadow and eyeliner took care of that problem. Now he just had to do his lips. Her hot pink lipstick went on smoothly and easily. He took a deep breath. Now he felt much better.

Felix put the makeup away neatly in the cupboard, for future use. He noticed that next to the makeup, was a box of panty liners. He took one out of the box, and walked into the bedroom.

In a couple of the drawers of the dresser, Cheryl had left a few changes of clothes (besides what she had hanging in the closet). He rummaged through her drawer, and pulled out a pair of white cotton panties. He took off his pants, and his undies, which were a little damp after all the hard work he had been doing.

He pulled her panties half way up his legs, then put in the panty liner. Only then did he pull them up the rest of the way. That made him feel a lot better. The dull ache in his back made him think that he might be starting soon, so it was better to be safe and use the panty liner.

But he felt naked without a bra, so he took off his shirt, and found a white bra in the drawer. He put it on too, and breathed a sigh of relief. Without feeling the support on his chest, and the familiar tug of the straps on his shoulders, he just didn't feel *right*.

Now he went to the next drawer, and got out Cheryl's pink sweat pants, with the word "Hottie" written across the butt. He put them on, then got out one of her DKNY T-shirts. Now fully dressed, he went to the couch to watch some TV.

Felix watched Cheryl's favorite sitcom, giggling along with the jokes. His legs were folded up under him, just the way that she always sat. It just felt so comfortable that way. He had squirmed until he got into that position.

During the commercials, he read the copy of Glamour magazine that she had left behind. He liked the new hair styles the models wore, and wondered about getting his hair done like them.

But he felt intimidated looking at the gorgeous models. They were so slender, so perfect. He'd never look as good as them in a dress. And why did they always pick models with thin bodies, but big boobs? He wished he was a D-cup, feeling inadequate with his own breasts in his C-cup bra.

He stared down at his breasts. They were lovely and firm, they way they filled out his bra. He got up and walked to the mirror, looking approvingly at the way they jutted out in front of him. If only they were bigger!

His tummy was thin, but not like those models. He had curves of course, but not as perfect as them. But he was dressed very casually too. Maybe he'd feel better if he dressed in something nicer.

He went to the closet, and looked at the selection of clothes. There were two pairs of pants, three skirts, and five tops. That made a lot of combinations! It was hard to decide what to wear.

The long skirt was elegant, but none of the tops seemed right for it. Plus, it was a little too dressy for just hanging around the house. How about the pants? Well, they were cute, but he wanted to feel more dressed up. So it had to be one of the other skirts. The red one, or the black one.

The red was such a nice color, but it kind of limited him on what he could wear as a top. But with black, well almost anything goes with black. So it was settled. The black skirt.

Ah, but now he had to pick out a top! He help up each of the five tops with the skirt, and decided that two of them just would not do. So he was down to three choices. The green shirt just wasn't right for today...he just didn't feel the right mood for it. And the blue one, well it seemed a little heavy for the weather today.

So it was the white top! He would wear that one. But as he looked at it, something came to mind. It would be really cute with the red skirt. Perhaps he should wear that one after all.

It had taken fifteen minutes, but when Felix came back into the living room, the outfit he had painstakingly picked out was just right for him. He was a size 5, rather petite. Maybe it was the cute white top, but with his little body, his C-cup boobs were more than big enough. They looked huge. Those stupid models, making him feel inadequate like that! Humph! He was done with fashion magazines. He would never read them again.

Well, the article on hot shoes for summer looked good. He'd read that one. And *then* never again.

 

Felix was tired, and put on his jammies to go to sleep. They were a silky powder blue materia, and they were very sexy, showing off his cleavage, and coming down just barely below the waist. You could see the smooth white front of his panties underneath, where they lay flat against his labia.

He yawned, and stretched out. He admired the nail polish he had just applied to himself. It looked so smooth on his long nails, at the end of the slender fingers on his little hands.

He laid down on his back, and ran his fingers through his long hair. He was tired from his big day. It only took a few moments for him to fall asleep.

 

 

In his dreams, Felix was lying on his bed, just like the night before. And just like last night, he looked up to see Cheryl there with him!

"Cheryl!" he said to her.

"Hello Felix" she said to him. It seemed strange that her voice was just like his. The same soft high pitch that he had, with the slight southern accent. He never realized they were so alike. They could almost be sisters.

"You need to go home" she said. "Go *home*."

Felix didn't understand. Home? But he didn't have time to think about it, because Cheryl disappeared from his dream, and the normal images of the night took over...

 

* * *

 

In the morning, after waking up, showering, blow-drying his long hair, fussing over his outfit, and finally primping in front of the mirror for twenty minutes, Felix had a light breakfast of fruit and orange juice.

He needed to go home. He looked around in a panic though, when he couldn't find his purse. Where was his purse? How could he go anywhere with out it? He would feel naked walking down the street without his purse!

It just wasn't there. He must have left it at home. How in the world had that happened? He hadn't left it behind unintentionally since he was a schoolgirl. He shook his head. At least there was the apartment key hanging on the chain from the wall. He would have to be more careful in the future.

Felix put on his shoes, and started the ten block walk home. As usual, every male within eyesight was staring at the gorgeous creature strutting down the road. But he was without his precious purse, and the treasures inside, like his can of pepper spray, just in case. He picked up his step, which pleased the male onlookers, because now his boobs jiggled more.

Soon, he was home in his apartment, and double locked the door behind him. Ah, home. The fresh flowers, the cute decor, the pictures of family and friends on the fridge. He opened a window to let in the sunlight and the fresh air.

But as he sat on the couch to relax for a moment, he was overcome with a strange tiredness. Felix couldn't keep his eyes open. He closed his eyes, just for a second.

And now he was asleep. In a dream again. And in this dream, as with the past few nights, he saw Cheryl.

"Hello" she said.

"Hello" he replied in his voice, just like hers.

"I told you that I was going to put myself into you. Well, now the time has come when I must leave you. I have left a few things behind for you, but you are on your own now."

"No! Don't go!" said Felix, not understanding. But she faded from his sight, and he awoke with a start.

Felix looked around. Why was he at Cheryl's apartment? She had broken up with him, and even in his dream, she had just said she was leaving him. Why was he at her place then?

Felix turned his head to the side. He felt something strange. Long hair, brushing against his face. Why did he have long blond hair instead of his normal short black hair?

He put his hands up to his face to rub his eyes. But when he saw his hands, his eyes bulged out of his head. His hands were so small! Like girl's hands. And his fingernails! They were long, perfectly shaped, and painted with a glossy red color. No!

And his wrists. They were slender too. And his arms. Why were they so small? Where were the big muscles he had developed working out for hours and hours at the gym? They looked frail and weak, like *girl's* arms.

That's when he looked down, and almost passed out.

 

Felix's head reeled. He couldn't have seen what he just did. He looked down again. No. It couldn't be true. On his chest, there were two large bulges poking out. Two mounds on his chest, perfectly shaped, firm and full. Female breasts. On him! It was impossible. How could he have woken up, and suddenly have breasts like a girl?

Felix loved looking at women's breasts, whether at a strip club, in a girlie magazine, or just plain staring at them when a hot girl walked by. But they couldn't be on his chest. They just couldn't be!

"Get them off of me!" he said out loud, and was completely horror stricken to find that his voice sounded like Cheryl's, only with slightly more depth and resonation. But it had her exact accent, pitch, and tone. No!

Felix stood up, so he could rush to the mirror. He felt a skirt swish around him as he moved, and he teetered a bit in the high heels he was wearing. Why was he dressed up in Cheryl's clothes?

He rushed to the mirror. When he got there, he looked at it and screamed. Because in the mirror, he saw Cheryl staring back at him.

 

Cheryl! He hated her! She was such at b*$ch! She was so mean to him, and had just dumped him. He was so mad at her. He just hated her now. But looking in the mirror, all he saw was her.

This couldn't be real. It must be a dream.

"Wake up!" he said out loud, and heard the voice so similar to hers again. He realized that the slight difference he heard must be because the voice was coming from inside his head. Just like when you hear yourself on a tape recorder, you sound different than what you hear when you talk. Her voice was coming from inside *him* now. This was impossible.

In a panic, Felix touched himself between his legs, as if he didn't believe the image he saw in the mirror. And his manhood was gone too. He had been completely transformed. He *was* Cheryl now.

 

Felix ran to the kitchen, as fast as he could in the heels. He got out a glass, and took a drink of water. That would wake him up. But after draining the cup, he was still her.

He knew that if you dream about having to go to the potty, you usually wake up. So he opened the fridge, got out a couple cans of beer, poured them into a big glass, and slammed them down as fast as he could. Beer always made him have to go.

He had a hard time finishing the second beer, but he poured himself one more, just to be sure. He had to make this stop. He couldn't be her. He just couldn't. He had to wake up.

Felix drank some of the third beer, but Cheryl's little stomach felt too full. He looked around, all in a panic. But then he though of something: if he was her, perhaps she had become him. He went to the phone and dialed his home, but there was no answer. Nor his cell phone. Where was she?

Finally, Felix had to go pee. So he went to the bathroom. He went to pull up his skirt, but it was too tight at the top. He had to unzip it, and take it off. He looked down at the panties he was wearing, and freaked out. They were all frilly, lacy and sexy. How could he be wearing them?

They didn't have a fly in front, so he had to take them off. He pulled them down, and was further aghast to see the panty liner inside it. Like the ones that Cheryl wore along with her tampons when she was having a period, or about to.

Instinctively, Felix put his hands to his crotch and stood facing the toilet. But there was nothing to grab. Oh no. He had to sit down to pee. It was utterly humiliating. He sat down, and emptied himself, almost crying now. This was so upsetting. He was a girl now. It was still just starting to sink in, as the initial shock wore off.

He was a girl, sitting down to pee. He guessed that girls wiped themselves when they were done, so he did that. Then quickly pulled up his panties. He didn't want to see the inviting pussy that now resided between his legs. If he didn't see it, then it wouldn't be so bad maybe.

He looked at the skirt on the floor. He didn't want to wear a skirt. But he couldn't go around wearing just panties. He also hated the pink high heel shoes he was wearing. He fumbled with the straps to get them off his little tiny feet.

Felix walked (much more easily now) to the bedroom to look for pants. At least he'd wear pants. He opened the closet door, and he was almost overwhelmed by the array of choices available. There must have been ten styles of pants, in a rainbow variety of colors. He just grabbed a pair of her blue jeans, and pulled them on.

They were tight, and it wasn't as easy to slip into them as his pairs. It was so tight in the crotch! None of the extra room there he was used to. And they were so small at the top. He looked in the mirror after he buttoned them, and was upset to see how cute they made his butt look. You couldn't hide the curves on a sexy body like Cheryl's. Or his now.

Why hadn't he woken up yet? What was wrong? He was feeling very tipsy from the beer. As a large man, two beers did almost nothing to him. But as a petite woman, he was almost drunk from them. He had to go sit down. He went towards the bed, and laid down as he sobbed. He cried himself to sleep in fact, and was soon passed out in a drunken stupor.

 

* * *

 

Felix awoke with a huge headache. He had just dreamed the worst possible nightmare. He had been Cheryl in his dream. Thank god the dream was over. He rolled over onto his back, and gasped.

He felt *them*. Breasts, on his chest. They were still there. It wasn't just a dream. It was real. He *was* a girl now. And not just any girl, he was the one he hated the most, the one that had just dumped him. Cheryl. He was Cheryl.

It was impossible, but it was true. Felix had become his girlfriend. He was a girl now. Female, sexy, petite. Him! How could he be a girl? This was the worst thing in the world that he could possibly think about.

He sat up, and looked down at himself. It was Cheryl's lovely body that he saw. He started to take off his top, then stood up to get out of the jeans. He pulled off his panties, and felt the cool air against the warmth of his female anatomy. Then he took off the bra, exposing his breasts. His nipples stood stiff and erect.

Felix walked over to the mirror again, and just stared at himself. He had seen Cheryl naked many times. He had made love to her, putting his manhood deep into the warmth of the slit between her legs. But now, seeing her body, it was all different. He was inside her, all the way. He *was* her. And his mind recoiled, knowing it was completely wrong.

He wanted to get away. Away from her. But he could not, because now he *was* her. He hated Cheryl, absolutely loathed her and everything about her. How in the world could he possibly have *become* her?

He ran his hands all over his new body, in curiosity. He was surpirsed at how sensitive his breasts were, and really surprised at what he felt when his hands brushed against his erect nipples. It was like there was a connection from them, to the nerve center between his legs. He felt a shiver, as he realized that he had just felt a pang of female arousal.

It was such a good feeling, he couldn't stop. He touched his nipples again, then harder and harder. There was a tingling that built up inside him. Just like after puberty when he felt driving to explore his body, and make himself come, now he felt a similar urge.

Felix remembered that Cheryl had several vibrators she had shown him, kept in one of her dresser drawers. He went over to it, and took one out. He laid on his back on the bed, and touched himself all over. His hand found its way between his legs, and he started at the top of the slit.

All it took was a gently touch on his sensitive clitoris, and he was hooked. He couldn't stop. He had to keep going, to explore further. His legs spread wider and wider, and he could feel himself getting wet inside.

His trembling hand went to the vibrator, and switched it to the 'on' position. He was so wet that it slid in easily. After a moment of shock from being cooler than his hot little body, it quickly matched his temperature. He poked it in further and further.

Felix started to let out little moans as the orgasms started. He had been somewhat cautious at first, but now he was wild with abandon. He wasn't exploring her body anymore. He was making himself come. And he didn't want it to stop.

It was inconceivable that one could feel so much pleasure! As a man, you had to do so much work to get a chick in bed. And then you had to work to get her hot and ready. And then you'd only get a quick moment of pleasure for all that.

But as a girl, it kept going on and on! It was the most wonderful feeling ever. He didn't want it to stop, but he was starting to get really sensitive between his legs. It tickled. He had to pull it out. He let out a final shriek of pleasure as the vibrator came out. He was to overcome to even switch it off for a while.

 

* * *

 

He could never tell anyone what he had just done. It was a dirty secret. But his mind trembled with remembrance of the feelings that had coursed through his body.

He stood there at the closet, looking at all the neat rows of clothes. After his experience in the bed, something inside him had just snapped. Instead of being frightened of the skirts, the frills, the ruffles and the bright colors, he felt in inner urge to dress up in something sexy.

With his body, *anything* he wore would be sexy. But he felt a need inside to really show off. So he picked out the black leather miniskirt, the knee high boots with four inch heels, and a tight black top with a deep V in the neck, to show off his impressive cleavage.

After putting on the clothes, he went to the mirror, and fixed his makeup. He had never taken it off from the other night, so he ended up cleaning off everything, and starting from scratch. Somehow, the subtleties and techniques of makeup were still in his mind, and he did it with an expert touch.

 

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Felix went to the door, and opened it up. In walked a tall handsome man, who he vaguely remembered seeing before. In a photo! It was Robert, Cheryl's old boyfriend who she broke up with before she started going out with him.

"Hey babe, very sexy. I like" he said, walking towards Felix in an alarming manner.

"I'm so glad you dumped that loser, and you want to be back with me. I couldn't wait to get over here. I've wanted you so much Cheryl. I need you."

Before Felix could react, he found himself locked in Robert's embrace, and felt a warm kiss on his lips. Robert put his hands onto Felix's butt in the miniskirt, and squeezed.

Felix's mind was in a terrible state. He was repulsed by men, and this one in particular. He didn't want to be kissed! He didn't want to be fondled!

But his body and his emotions were in conflict. The promise of making love excited his little body, and he felt the now-familiar sensation of getting wet in between his legs. He melted into Robert's arms. His feminine urges overrode his mind's repulsion.

As Robert led him by the hand to the bedroom, he cringed thinking of what he was about to do. With a man. He kept telling himself inside, that it wasn't him. He was Cheryl now, and it was Cheryl making love to Robert. Not him.

"I am Cheryl" he thought. "I am Cheryl. This is her. I am her now."

Robert was almost naked, and kissing Cheryl's smooth legs.

"I am Cheryl. I am Cheryl."

He took off all of her clothes, and caressed her warm body.

"I am Cheryl. I am Cheryl."

He touched her in all the right places, and her body responded to his advances. Inside, Felix felt ready. He even *wanted* it now. He gently spread his legs wide, and arched his back.

"I am Cheryl" he thought, as Robert plunged deep inside him, bringing an involuntary moan to his lips.

As Robert slid in and out, pumping harder and harder, Felix began to really believe what he was telling himself. He wasn't Felix, a young man, laying there on his back. It was Cheryl. A young woman. He was that young woman. He was Cheryl. He was a girl. A girl! A girl who enjoyed having sex. A girl who was making love to a handsome man. And *she* was that girl. She was Cheryl.

As Cheryl climaxed, there was no doubt in her mind that she was all woman. This was what she wanted. *This*. To be a woman, making love.

 

* * *

 

Cheryl's arms were around Robert as she fell asleep at his side. She drifted off into dreams of the night. There, she saw an image of herself.

"Hello" said the image.

"Hello" responded Cheryl, in the same voice.

"You are me now. Now and forever."

"Yes. I am. I am Cheryl."

"You once hated me, but now you *are* me" said the ghost image.

"I am you" replied Cheryl.

"Forever."

"Forever."

"When you awake, you will be completely in love with Robert, and will do anything for him. You are also carrying his baby now. In nine months, you will give birth. So you had better get down to making him propose to you, so you don't wind up a single mother."

"That won't happen" replied Cheryl. "He loves me."

"Yes, but he is a man. You cannot trust him. Men think differently than we do. As you well know."

"I can't even remember thinking that way. It is as if I was always a girl" replied Cheryl. "That life is over, and fading away. I only want to be a woman now."

"And you are. For the rest of your life, you are a woman."

"Thank you" said Cheryl. Her ghost image seemed surprised.

"I thought you would be scared" she admitted. "I thought this would be horrifying for you."

"No. I'm glad you did this to me. This is the best thing that ever happened, in all my life. I love being a woman."

"We'll see how you feel about that in a few years, when you're raising three children. But enjoy it for now dear."

"I will. What about you. What happened to you?"

"My wish was granted. You became me, and I am going to start over. Some woman somewhere in the world is about to have a baby daughter. And I will be her baby."

Cheryl's ghost image was fading, with a smile on her face. She wondered if by chance that her soul would end up in the baby that she was now carrying in her womb. That would be very ironic.

Cheryl smiled, filled with warmth inside. She was going to be a woman forever. That made her feel so wonderful. She was going to have a baby, and had a man deeply in love with her. Everything a girl could ever want. Even in her sleep, she snuggled up closer to Robert, and relaxed as she basked in the glow of her feminine happiness.

 

The End

  

  

  

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