the verge of love agree to share their deepest fantasies.
“That was fun, yesterday,” Gina said. “I never knew you had a doctor fantasy, and you looked really cute in those nursing scrubs, but today it’s my turn.”
If only you knew why I wanted to be the nurse, I thought as she left the room.
I waited on the edge of the bed, wondering what she had planned for me. She finally came back holding a really pretty dress, but it didn’t look like her size.
“I’ve never seen that before. Is it yours?” I asked.
She smiled at me playfully. “No, silly, this is for you!”
“What!?” I exclaimed. My heart stopped. “No! I can’t, Gina!” Secretly, I wanted it. I was fascinated by it. Still, I had to protect my dignity.
“There’s no backing out on Fantasy Weekend. Besides, I did yours.”
I knew she was going to get her way. She always did, and besides, I wanted it, too. I just couldn’t let her know, or I’d never hear the end of it.
My pretense didn’t last long, however, and she smiled knowingly when she looked between my legs. I could only blush.
She began by shaving me, polishing my nails, and dressing me in some feminine underwear. After she got the dress on me, she painted my face with her makeup. She finished with a blonde wig and some fine jewelry.
“How do I look?” I asked nervously. I didn’t think I could look pretty, but I was hoping she liked me anyway.
When she just stared at me for several seconds, I began to worry. Did I look so horrible?
“Oh, my God,” she said at last. “You’re beautiful. You look just like her.”
She took me in a tight, tight hug, and sobbed onto my shoulder for a long time. I thought she might never let go. I didn’t know what to think, so I just sat there, lost. Finally, she pulled back and wiped her tears.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t quite expect this. I guess I have to explain.”
“Before I met you, I was in love with my soul mate, but a few years ago, she was taken from me by a drunk driver. I just knew I’d never love anyone like that again, but then I met you, and well… you reminded me of her in so many ways. And now...”
She broke down and hugged me again.
“I never knew. I’m sorry,” I told her, unsure what else to say.
“Will you keep doing this for me? Please?” she asked. “I really love you, but I miss her so much.”
“I love you, too,” I said for the first time in my life, and I knew I meant it. I would do anything for her.
“Will you be my Colleen for me?”
“Yes, I will.”
Author's Note: If this story felt familiar to you, that's because it probably is. This was one of the stories I wrote for a mixed tape, but I am releasing it on its own (with the original title), so I have it in my own collection here. If you liked it, please drop a comment. Thanks for reading!
Also, I finally decided to embrace my inner self and changed my penname to reflect how I feel about myself. Maybe this story, and others from this community, inspired me. :D
If you liked this post, you can leave a comment and/or a kudos!
Click the Thumbs Up! button below to leave the author a kudos:
And please, remember to comment, too! Thanks.