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Dream Fantasy Nightmare - 2 (MF)
by Chuck447 NIXPIX Author (c) 1991

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                The Dream, Part Two

      All in all, though I felt kinda strange, I found the clothing
to be very comfortable, even quite exciting.  Sharon had chosen the
sizes pretty close to exactly the right ones it would appear. But
then, since I had no idea about if any of it was really fitting
right, I was merely guessing at it.  I was trying to figure out
what in the hell Sharon had in mind for tonight, but I could not
really fathom what was in her mind.  This should prove to be
interesting, or at least I hoped so after all of this preparation. 
Now I began to understand just why she had been so curious about
my reactions and comments when she and I had sat around one night
looking through some catalogs she gets regularly in the mail.  She
had wanted to know if I liked them, not if I thought they would
specifically look good on her, but did I just like the appearance
of them in general.
      I walked back into the kitchen, poured myself another cup of
coffee, the last in the pot.  I set the cup on the table and walked
back into the kitchen to make a new pot.  When I opened the
cupboard where the filters and coffee grounds were kept, I found
an odd looking bag sitting in there with another note.  Now what,
I thought to himself, I was already dressed from the skin out, what
could she possibly have left to spring on me?  I reached up and
took the bag out of the cupboard, it was not really heavy, but it
did weight 3 or 4 pounds.  Strange, I thought as I took out also
the things I needed and fired up another pot of coffee, then took
the bag to the table and sat down with my coffee.
      Taking the note off the bag that was taped to the side, I
opened it to read.  It had lines with separations, sort of like
some step by step instructions.  I read the first lines...
      "Ron, please follow these instructions as I have put them
down, or later undoing this might hurt a bit."
      "Step 1, unbutton and slip off the blouse.  Slip the straps
of the slip down so that the top of it slides down the belt of the
skirt.  Do not unhook the bra, just slip the straps off of your
shoulders and move the cups down toward your stomach a couple
inches."
      "Step 2, now take the items in the bag out, there are three
things in there, two, as you will notice right off are shaped, and
look like breasts, set them on the bag, the third is a little
bottle of liquid, be careful with that."
      "Step 3, and this maybe the hard part, go into the bathroom
and grab that old makeup mirror, the one that props up for use, but
before you come back, take your clippers and trim all the hair on
and around your own nipples, in fact, most of your chest just to
be safe."
      I was not to sure about this, but, not wanting to disappoint
her, and whatever she might have in mind, I unpacked the bag and
went into the bathroom, digging out the clippers and the mirror. 
With some reluctance I slowly used the clippers to remove the hair
from my chest. Slowly and carefully, making sure that none of it
fell down into the bra or the blouse.  I knew how much that might
itch.  When I finished, I put the clippers away and returned to the
table and the note.
      "step 4, open the bottle and apply a small amount of the
liquid on the flat parts of the breast form, then carefully, so as
not to get the liquid all over your hands, and using the mirror so
you can see that it is right, place the form against your chest so
that it hangs like the real thing.  Repeat this for the other side.
      "Step 5, then put the bra, slip and the blouse back on.  Now
you will know how I feel, only without all of the sensations I get
from my own breasts.  Walk around some to get the feel and weight
of them.  By time I get there tonight, you should have a pretty
good idea of what it would feel like to have real ones of your own. 
Too bad that men don't, or this could be even more fun than it is
going to be."
      I did as the note said.  It sure felt strange to him to have
the extra two or three pounds, perhaps more, on my chest.  I had
noticed that the detail of them had been pretty exact.  I figured
that these were the kind that women got for themselves after things
like mastectomy surgery or something.  I was sure that they were
not cheap.  Whatever Sharon had in mind, I hoped that she felt it
was worth the expense, the breastforms and the clothes had to cost
her something.  The last part of the note was simply that I should
just relax around the house, but do everything as she might dressed
like that, things like do not cross your legs like I normally do,
but more like she would.  In other words, that I should practice
being what I was now looking somewhat like. I thought, well, I had
come this far, and all for a special time with my lady, so, I
figured playing along a bit further could not hurt.  Besides, the
feel of the skirt as I moved about the house was thrilling, the
soft fabrics rubbing gently against my skin was also exciting.
      I picked up my coffee and went into the living room, and sat
down on the couch.  I found trying to cross my legs like Sharon did
in a dress was too strange, so I tucked my legs under me like I had
seen her do.  That was much more comfortable.  I picked up the
remote and turned on the television.  Might as well watch the news
while I waited for her to get home.
      As I sat there, the phone rang.  I reached over to the end
table and picked up the reciever.
      "hello?" I asked.
      "Hello, Ron?" I heard a sexy sounding voice say back.
      "Yes, this is Ron.  Can I help you with something?"
      "Well, yes, Ron, you can, but I will need to come over to
explain it to you.  You don't mind if I drop by in about 20 minutes
do you?"

