A Porn Star

The blinding white light soon faded, and once Dean could see again, Ben was gone. Memories soon faded and reshaped themselves in this odd new reality. Ben never existed; only Blake remained. With her blonde hair, blue eyes, large breasts and ass, along with her adorable smile, she was perfect. And she was the love of Dean's life.

Blake was a porn star, starring alongside some of the most hung men, along with the most beautiful women anyone could ever see. Dean never mentioned it, but he watched every single one of her scenes and masturbated to almost all of them. When they met at a grocery store, he defended her from mocking chants, people calling her a slut and a whore. They began to meet more often, and they soon fell in love. During the day, Blake would be shooting pornographic movies and videos. But during the night, Blake would come home and be with her one true love.

"You okay, babe?" She asked Dean as everything fell into place in his mind. "Oh! Yeah. I'm good, sorry. Must've dissociated for a second," responded with a chuckle. Blake kissed his cheek softly as they fell back onto the bed, resting his head on her chest. Blake gently caressed her soulmate as they soon fell asleep in each other's arms, locked as soulmates now, thanks to the Stereotype Gun.