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Chapter #3
A rude awaking
by: Unknown
You dream of chanting. Chanting that seems to echo and bounce round the inside of your skull until you realize that you’re not dreaming at all. You're awake and as you come to, you realize that it's coming from the centre of the room. Turning over in bed is more difficult than normal. Your head is fuzzy and your body is heavy. You're eyes come into focus and what you see makes you think you're still dreaming. A blonde girl stands in the middle of the room. She's gorgeous, her flowing lock's falling down to her shoulders and her blue eyes are set off by a skimpy blue strapless dress stretched across her double-D breasts. Her perfect calves look great in six inch strappy sandals with open toes. "Has Matt got a call girl in?" is you're first thought. That is until you see who's sitting next to her. Matt is tied to chair completely naked. His ankles are bound to the chair legs and his wrists are bound to the arms with his fists balled tight. You realize his mouth is gagged and he stares at you with wide disbelieving eyes.
The blonde girl stops chanting when she sees you've woken up and her face splits into a huge grin. "Good morning darling?" she greets you with a sing song voice.
"What's goin-...." you start to ask but grab your mouth in shock as a high pitched female voice as replaced your own. Looking at your hands you notice the long French manicured finger nails on now slim digits. Two of which sport a wedding band and an engagement ring. You sit up and shock and feel you're chest wobble like two bowls of jello. Looking down, a motion that frames your vision with long red hair, you stare in disbelief at the huge creamy breasts with large brown nipples heaving as you hyper ventilate. Past the tits is a shaved wet pussy and just over your right hip is a tattoo written in italic writing. It says "Amber".
"Oh, are you having a nightmare? Poor dear!" The blonde girl says laughing as you stagger to your now small feet and shuffle on long sexy legs to the dress mirror in the corner of the room. You're eyes are as wide as Matt’s and are now a bright shade of green. A small up turned nose splashed with freckles over full pink lips, the bottom of which is quivering as you're new mouth tries to frame an appropriate question whilst hyperventilating. It is a face you have grown to hate over recent years. But now it is yours. You are Amber.
Before you can say anything and even more shocking sight walks into the reflection of the mirror. It's a man with a grin on his face carrying a gun and wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. He walks up to the blonde girl and kisses her on the cheek as they both laugh at you're expression in the mirror. It's you.
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