I was wearing a red dress made of a finethin fabric. I moved to sit and then I noticed I had something in myfeet: high heel shoes (with heels about 5cm long). I wanted to take themoff, but the shoes had a strap around my ankles. I tried to untie them,but they were glued by some sort of plastic mass. No way I could take offthose shoes without scissors or at least a knife.Carefully I stood up, equilibrating over those heels, and started toexplore the room. I could feel that I had something on my face and thatmy hair was different, so I carefully walked to a dressing table, whichhad a mirror over it. I saw in my image that I had a make up, but notlike the light ones of my two earlier experiences. This was some sort ofelaborate make up, which would surely take many hours to be done. My hairwas also different, the curls were gone and I had now long straight hair.It looked also brighter than before. My nails, both from hands and fromfeet, were polished and painted in a red color, matching. Carol had her arms wrapped around and made no sign of letting me go.“Simon, I missed this. Thank you so much,” Carol said as he tried to catch her breath.After five long minutes, I slid beside the woman who was my wife and wrapping my arms around her, pulled her close to me to cuddle her. Her warm soft skin was pressed against my naked body and it was after a couple of kisses on her neck that I found myself drifting to sleep. ~~~~~~ In the morning when I work up, I found myself alone in the room. Carol was missing. My heart sank. I felt like I was a victim of my ego for not letting Carol know how I felt. I lay motionless, thinking about the time Carol was with me, waiting on me and carrying for me yet, blinded by my love for Jenivee, I had ignored her.I managed to get out of bed, put on my clothes and walk into the room which was occupied by her. The room was empty. Carol was gone. Even in her absence, the scent of her hair was still lingering in the room. I sat on the bed and let.
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