No, you go home.

You decide to go home, and you try on your clothes for the first time without stress. It looks good on you.

However, you feel tired, so you decide to go to sleep. Maybe the next day will be less exhausting.

You're in a wide, open space. It looks like downtown, but with no lettering or people or vehicles...

And there's you. Dressed in that cute flowly blue dress you bought last week, just you and the wind.

You look around, and then down, admiring your breasts... Then your legs... Then your pussy...

You jolt awake for the seventh day in a row. Fuck, that was... Hot, actually. And yet you aren't hard, not even a little. Fuck, you need to cool off a little.

You step in your shower, and while the water is running, you decide to shave a little. First your face, then your legs... Then the rest of your body. When you're done, your body is smooth and you're clean.

You feel... Pretty.

You can't pinpoint what this feeling you've had these past few days is, but it's been happening for a week, ever since you got that dress.

But, you decide you know what to do.