When she wakes up one Monday morning

I am a character in an online erotic story.

This was the very first thought that Andrea Andrews had upon waking up on Monday morning, before she even opened her eyes. She quickly sat up in bed, startled by the **** of that statement in her mind. Her first thought was that it was the lingering remnant of a dream already forgotten, but this statement didn't feel like something from a dream to her. There was something very real about it, a truth that burrowed into her mind...

That's ridiculous, she thought to herself, How could I be a character in an erotic story? I'm a real person, not some fictional sexed-up bimbo.

Still, she couldn't shake the creeping doubt she was feeling even as she tried to deny it. Slipping out of bed, Andrea made her way to her mirror and checked herself out, if only to ease her mind. Dressed in her typical sleepwear of a t-shirt and panties, she twisted this way and that, getting a good look at her slender form in the mirror.

No giant tits, or big bubble butt... sure I've got an attractive body and a beautiful face, but I'm not a supermodel or porn star or anything. I'm a regular girl, not an erotica character.

"I'm not a character in an erotic online story," she said to herself in the mirror. But despite her attempt to reassure herself, her voice sounded unsure, and she felt like she was telling a blatant lie, like if she was trying to convince herself the earth was flat.

"I'm not a character in an erotic online story," she repeated again, though in the back of her mind she couldn't help but add, ...am I?

Before she could try repeating it again, she looked at the clock and saw the time. Accepting that she didn't have the time to keep talking to herself in the mirror. Trying her best to push these thoughts out of her mind, she stepped away from the mirror and started getting ready for her day.