High Voltage/Cry myself to sleep
From Create Your Own Story
The bed was comforting, but I felt like there was no way to stop my hyperventilation. I crawled beneath the covers and tried to calm myself down. I focused on my breathing, and the darkness beneath the blanket gradually became darker.
I was no longer in the hospital, but overlooking the Caribbean on an oceanside cabana. It looked like it was constructed of bamboo and rose out of the clear water on stilts. This is where Jess and I would honeymoon and was probably what I was the most excited about getting married. It was as expensive as hell, but that is why people make money, right?
"Jason," my new wife whispered into my ear from behind me. She was wearing a white lingerie set with hints of light blue. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss me, then took my hand and led me back inside. Once there, she got onto the bed, and on to her knees. She faced me and spun her head to let her hair cascade down her shoulders. I leapt onto the bed, placing her on her back. We embraced again as I grabbed her white panties and pulled them down her legs. She beckoned me on with a single finger, and I crawled back on top of her kissing her from her toes back to her head. While kissing me, she removed my shirt and undid my belt buckle. I stood up briefly to remove my shorts, leaving my boxers on. She sat up and reached her delicate fingers into my boxers, fishing for my hard cock. She teased me taking her time, but eventually I wondered what was going on and looked at her. My dick was neither hard nor in existence, and Jess just stared blankly at my pussy.
The dream faded and the hospital came back into focus. The blonde returned, "They say you are good to go." She tossed me a bag, "I told Hannah your clothes were wet and she picked these up from home. Her and El are waiting downstairs."
I looked in the bag and saw a plethora of girly colors. I looked up at her and she stared back for a moment and then grabbed the door handle, "I'll give you some time to change."
I dumped the contents of the bag on the bed. It looks like Hannah tried to give me some options. There were jeans, leggings, a white long-sleeved t-shirt, some other shirt I could only describe as a blouse, a pink sweatshirt, a bra, and a single red pair of panties. Some options were more gender-neutral, but there were three girls waiting, expecting a girl name Lauren. I might not be Lauren, but should I play the part?
Should I:
