Dream Woman Part One (Series)

Andrew's life was in shambles. His boss had been piling on reports and contracts beyond anything he could hope to keep up with. This then meant he was putting in extra hours and staying late. Exhausted and frustrated, Andrew spent most of his free time sleeping and arguing with his wife.

"Do you realise that I'm doing this so that we can keep the house?" He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, taking a short break from his work-issued laptop. "I'm breaking myself to keep you happy!"

June glared at him. An anger that had been simmering was now bubbling over. "I'm not happy, Andrew! And the fact that you haven't noticed is just further proof that this isn't going to work!"

"You don't mean..."

"I'm staying at Georgia's tonight." June walked away, the front door slamming behind her moments later.

An alert sounded on Andrew's laptop. It was an 'Urgent' email with even more work for him to complete. But he had barely started reading it when a second email came through, then a third. He could feel it burying him as his mind became occupied with June and his dying marriage. Too many fires to put out and the heat was becoming unbearable.

Take a break, sweetheart... You've earned it...

He looked towards the doorway, hoping to see June. The door was wide open and there was no sign of anyone. Now he really was losing it. The voice he heard was kind and caring. Not the voice of his wife, but rather the memory of warmth and care she once had for him. That was all he had now. A memory of love as the fires continued to spread and consume his life.

Exhaustion finally won out and Andrew fell asleep at his desk. His dreams were shapeless at first. Only glimpses and vague sensations. He felt calm for the first time in months. He could hear a distant voice call to him, the same he had heard before. Find me... Find me, my love... It was sweet and soothing.

The rest of his dream began to take shape. He was in his home. A faceless figure slowly came into focus in front of him. Curvy, beautiful manicured nails, a dress that showed off ample cleavage. He couldn't help but stare. She was perfection. Like what you see?

They locked eyes. Blue and beautiful, with a gaze that had him mesmerised. She held him there for a second before breaking into a smile that could charm anyone. Her makeup was simple and yet it was all she needed. Andrew felt completely at ease in her presence.

She was just about to speak when another alert ripped him from his dream. Three hours had passed and there was still so much to do. Andrew reluctantly got back to his work. The stress felt more subdued somehow. His life was still a complete mess, but he had the memory of that woman in the back of his mind.

Four hours later, Andrew had finally caught up on the urgent jobs and was able to shower, grab something to eat, and sit down in front of the TV for a little while. He thought about calling June. What would he say? Would she even answer? It was probably best to give her some time.

Two days passed by before Andrew received a call from his wife. She was now halfway across the country, staying with her parents while she 'figured some things out'. Andrew still wasn't sure what to say. He could tell her the truth; that he was feeling a lot less stressed with her gone, or that he sometimes dreamt about another woman who was more loving and caring than June had ever been. He wasn't sure he wanted June back. But all he really said was for her to take her time.

That night, he was back in that same dream. The woman had visited every time he fell asleep, whether it was eight hours or a quick power nap at lunch. She was becoming clearer with every visit, more tangible, more real. Her voice was nothing more than a whisper that tickled the back of his mind and they were unable to have a real conversation. They made do with what they had. Holding hands and simply being in one another's company.

A week later, Andrew was beginning to long for his workday to end. He yearned for the sweet embrace of his dreams, or rather the embrace of his dream woman. Aside from basic necessities like food and hygiene, it was all he really did with his free time anymore.

"Welcome home, Honey." She approached him from behind and rubbed his shoulders. "I've missed you!"

"I missed you too, Ellie." Andrew sank into his spot on the sofa and his beloved sat beside him, leaning herself against him as she listened to him go on about his day. She smiled warmly, running her hand through his hair as he talked about his boss and his new clients. She laid her head on his lap as he started to talk about the traffic on the way home.

"What about your wife?" She asked, the illusion of their relationship shattering in an instant. Ellie was only a figment of his imagination. It was only a matter of time before that part of him was twisted by the pain of reality. "You can talk to me about anything, Sweetie."

Once again, the dream ended and Andrew was back in his bed alone. It was still early, yet he couldn't will himself back to sleep. It was the weekend and he was actually caught up on his workload for the first time in months. He was restless and uncertain of what to do with himself.

He looked over the papers June had dropped off. The cold hard reality he had been avoiding for a long time now. All of his efforts at work had helped him manage and maintain the house, yet his wife was leaving and bleeding him dry.

Andrew's lawyer wasn't cheap. Yet another expense that cut into his savings. But with that expense, he was going to at least be able to keep the house. June was going to make his life hell for the next few months. And he'd need to work even harder and speak to his boss about a promotion in order to stay afloat throughout it.

Time was going by in a blur. Andrew was already exhausted, keeping himself going with large volumes of coffee before crashing in a heap on his bed every night. He was so tired that his sleep was nothing more than a dark blip before his alarm stirred him back awake. No dreams and no real rest.

Ellie still occupied his mind, however. He would find himself thinking about her often as he worked. The memory of her was all that kept him going. He missed feeling her beside him, hearing her loving voice. Sometimes he would fall asleep at his desk and would feel as though she were with him for a brief moment before he woke up minutes later.

Desperate and longing to see her once more, he bought sleeping pills and took two before bed. He hoped that they would knock him out enough to bring her back. Yet his alarm sounded moments later and he slowly reached to silence his tormentor. Another dreamless sleep.

He wandered into the bathroom and let the shower run until it was hot. Steam filled the room as he stepped in and let the water run down him. But as he started to shampoo his hair, he was surprised to find it was far longer than he was expecting. Not just an inch or two. It fell past his shoulders. Looking down, he saw two large breasts that obscured the rest of his body from view.

"What the..." He paused, recognising the voice that came from his mouth immediately.

He stepped out of the shower, his balance unsteady. His height and weight had drastically changed and the distribution of fat was largely focused on his chest, ass, and thighs. He resisted the urge to look down, focusing instead on the bathroom mirror across the room. He wiped away the condensation and was greeted with Ellie's face staring back at him.