Stupid Wife- Lembre-se de Nós (English Edition) by Nathalia Sodré.

Chapter 1: Crazy Dream.

When I woke up again, it feels like the previous symptoms have momentarily ceased to exist, but I am still feeling nauseas. My body feels heavy and I feel very unwell, as if I have contracted some virus. But none of this makes sense when I remember going to sleep well. My God! What a dream was that? All my life, I have had some really weird dreams, like the time I was a panda with a unicorn horn and a gigantic ass. Yes, I dreamt of it. I don't remember much of this dream in question, but yesterday's one is pretty vivid in my mind. It terrifies me, because thinking of that situation gives me chills. I sigh long and open my eyes, regretting it at the same time when a light bothers me, causing me to close them again. I am sure that, Carol was the one who opened the curtain of my room and felt blessed. I'll settle for that idiot when I can get out of the bed. After some time, I finally manage to walk to the bathroom. What time is it now? I remove my clothes and quickly open the blinder. Strange, my bathroom feels bigger, I think to myself staring, not noticing much around me, and I don't notice much around me, and I don't notice much of a difference. But some things are looking different out of place. I just haven't realized yet what it might be. Perhaps my dear twin has messed with my stuffs again. It wouldn't be the first, and I am sure it won't be the last.

When water hits against my body, I let out a satisfying moan. Nothing better than a hot bath. Eyes closed, I stretched out my hand to search for my soap, but I can't find it in its usual place, and then I open my eyes, surprised, not to see myself. In fact, when I turn around, I am surprised by five glass shelves filled with products I have no idea where they came from. Has my father been doing his renovations around here and I haven't noticed?

Willing to continue my bath and then go after him to ask him, I ignore all and grabbed one of the bottles of liquid soap that was there. I put a generous amount of soap in my hand and turn off the shower to spread it on my body. As usual, I start at the belly, going from there to other parts of my body. I'm distracted, rubbing myself, when I notice something that almost makes me let out a scream of dread. I look down, wanting to confirm with my eyes what my hands just felt, and I really have the answer I was looking for. What the fuck is going on? Am I still dreaming?That can only be in my head. Shocked I continue to stare at the pair of huge boobs I have right now. Well, they are not really huge, but compared to mine, anyone's boobs can be considered as giant. I shrug and continue my shower. At some point I will wake up, but it doesn't hurt to enjoy it, right? Wrong.

I am unable to contain myself, I squeeze my new breasts, and just as I am about to moan, I hear the bathroom door open. On one instinct, I let go of my fake boobs and turn around to find out who invaded my privacy. Incredulity isn't enough to describe how I am feeling now, when faced the biggest idiot of all. Is it possible that even in my dream I cannot be at peace?

- "Is that better?"

- "Valentina what the fuck are you doing here? I am naked haven't you noticed? Get out of here!" she looks at me like I am crazy. Theirs is something about her gaze that in a way bothers me, but why I should care? I hate her, she's surrounding me in the everyway. This is all Carol's fault, for telling me I would have to see this idiot during my vacation every day. While that imbecile keeps looking at me, I remember that I am naked in front of her and I quickly start trying to cover myself as best as I can. I feel like crushing her, but I am dying of shame.

- "Alright, I'll just leave your clothes here. We need to talk." Defeated and I'd say a little angry she turns around and leaves the bathroom before I can answer her. I have absolutely nothing to talk about with that weirdo. I hope to wake up soon, so I can curse her in real life for being an idiot even in the fantasy world.

Why am I dreaming about this girl at all? Even though I find it all very strange and not quite sure why I'm still stuck in this dream, instead of just waking up, I go back to my bath. But this time I don't want to risk touching myself again. Having the unwanted presence of that girl, instead I will do it when I have some privacy. When I finish washing, I feel much more relaxed. And as I dry myself, I look towards the countertop, where the idiot left a clean pair of clothes. How curious, not even my mother separates my clothes for me to wear. This girl manages to outdo herself in the oddities more and more, and I am starting to get truly worried about her sanity. Should I call the police? My face heats up when I realize the tiny size of the panties I will have to wear, and I wonder if this lingerie is mine or if the crazy one bought it for me to wear, I am going to kill her if I find out this is all her plant to see me using these things. Ignoring reason and willing to confront it and finally get rid of it. I finish dressing and look for her. Looking around briefly, I realize I am in that same room. So yes, I am still dreaming. Is this really a dream or did Valentina really kidnap me?