Dominoes 106a: Boots and Skirts

As we walked out of the store I felt like my hand was on fire. I felt like everyone was staring at it.

“Where next?” Caleb asked me.

“I want some new skirts, and the cowboy boots.”

“Well, there probably aren’t many cowboy boots, so we might as well start there,” He said, and we went, hand in hand, down the hallway, Jenny racing ahead.

We caught up with her at the store, and she was already holding a pair, in my size. “Do you like these?” she said.

I looked at Caleb, but he looked at me. “Hey,” he said, “I think you look good in anything!”

Well, that sounded nice, although not all that helpful. I sat down and pulled them on, which seemed harder than it had seemed in my dream. I stood up, not at all as sure as I had been when I sat down that I wanted to do this. But after I stood and looked at myself in the mirror, I saw Caleb’s eyes, and my heart leapt. He liked them. He liked me in them. “Wow,” He said, “I do like that.”

My heart glowed, and Jenny looked from one of us to the other with a silly grin on her face. “Great pick, Jenny,” I said. “Find me another pair.”

The second pair didn’t please any of us as well as the first had, but if I was going to wear these I needed two pairs. “Skirts now,” I said. I need some skirts that go with these boots.”

“I’m not going to have enough money to support you, the way we are going,” Caleb said, but I heard the pleasure in his voice.

“Now, my husband,” I said to Caleb, causing him to blush mightily, “you are going to have to do some work here. I like these skirts, and I want you to tell me which of them you prefer. Which of them you want to see me wearing?”

I loved the look on his face. I could even guess (this dream had really affected me) what he was thinking. He was totally underconfident that a) he could pick something out which looked good and b) that I would actually approve of what he picked. I grabbed his hand, and waved it over the rack of skirts. “Pick a skirt, any skirt,” I said, like a magician offering cards to a mark.

His hand reached out and touched on a dark blue skirt. It was a good choice, and would go with lot’s of my blouses. “Good,” I said, and handed the skirt to Jenny, who was grinning. “Find this in my size, will you Jen’s? Now, Caleb, another skirt… any skirt…”

He was grinning now, and pulled out a purple skirt. I blanched. It was about the only one I wouldn’t have wanted to wear. But I reached out bravely, only to have him put it back, laughing. “I know you better than that!” He said, and pulled out a nice dark grey skirt, then a tan one, handing them to Jenny.

A minute or two later we had the same skirts in my size and I had him by the hand, pulling him off to the changing area. Skirts were easier than bras… what with my shirt hanging down over my panties. It was funny watching him, too. He wanted to look, but was embarrassed when I caught him at it. Silly boy.

I had tried on my second skirt when he got serious. “What’s up with you, Bobbi? You are so different. Don’t get me wrong, I am thrilled,” he said, reaching down and touching my thigh, “but I am blown away. Inviting me over to read your diary, coming to breakfast in just your panties… what happened?”

I pulled on the next skirt before replying. “I had this awesomely weird dream last night. I had written what you saw in my diary, the first bit, and had a hard time getting to sleep. And then I had this awesome dream, where I had a boys memories, and even some of his desires… not sexual, just stuff like food and adventure. And I got you to marry my in my dream, and so, then, when I woke up, well, I did some of the stuff that I did in my dream. Plus I did the whole journal thing. So, anyway, it worked. Do you like this skirt?”

“Of course. I like it better off,” he said with a grin and a wahck at my behind. “You mean we got married in your dream? And we…”

“You pervert. I didn’t dream about that part. Only boys do that, I think. At least, I never have. I get kind of… well, anyway, I don’t dream of… but I did dream of having a baby. I’m sure it will be nothing like that, it didn’t hurt at all, it was just…” Suddenly I got all embarrassed about what I was doing, and picked up my stuff.

“Ice cream, anyone?” Caleb asked, after he had paid for the skirts.

“Oooh,” said Jenny, and I gripped Caleb’s hand. After we ordered and sat down he said,

“So, tell me more about this dream.” Jenny looked at me curiously, and I blushed. But, he was my husband, and there was nothing really wrong in the dream.

“Well, it started like I told you…” I stopped, “You see, Jenny, I had this really weird dream last night, after being upset that this moron wouldn’t ask me to marry him. And in my dream I woke up with a boys memories. And so I acted kind of like a boy… coming downstairs in my underwear, all excited by adventure, etc.”

“Adventure?” Caleb asked.

“Well, yeah. You see there was… something had transformed this boy into me, if you see what I mean. And they had transformed lots of other people. And so we were… you were, mainly,” I said to Caleb, “and your friends. You were busy figuring out what had happened. Once I convinced you. You figured the whole thing out, and sent me back. Oh, I was so upset.”

“You were?”

“Well, yeah. Here we were married, and we had a son, and you sent me away.”

“I wouldn’t do that. Not to you!”

“Well, it wasn’t me. I mean, it was sort of me, but I didn’t have any of my memories. I had his memories.”

“Who was he?”

“He was a boy called Robert, who was me except for being a boy. You were his sister, Jenny, and Beth and Ben were there, and Caleb was still the boy next door, and everything.”

“OK. Sounds kinky.”

“Caleb!” Jenny said, and he grinned at her.

“Sorry. But, sounds like a really weird dream, my love. You all finished? Shall we go?”