A fresh awakening of sorts

I feel my eyes snap open as the sun starts to peek through the window. Wait no, this isn't right. The urge isn't there, the desire to wake my husband with a blowjob. It feels like such a debasing act, something only a slut with no shame would do. But hadn't I been so eagerly doing so all these other days?

I quickly sneak into our walk in closet to get dressed and head out. I'm not sure where exactly to go right now but I just have this strong feeling of uneasiness staying here. When I go to get something sensible to put on though I noticed something else. I have no sensible clothes. Push-up bras, plunging neckline, G-strings and thongs a plenty. I never used to wear stuff like this, I'm sure of it; yet all my wardrobe seems to consist of is this, and all my recent memories are comprised of me happily dressing like some harlot who wants to show off her goods.

After cobbling together the best outfit I could to give myself some sense of decency, I quietly sneak out of the house and in my car where I just start driving. "Ok think Amber think, why does all this feel so wrong and different?" As my mind continues fighting itself with how I should act and feel versus how I have been, it becomes clear to me that I need a second opinion on if I've been acting strange lately, or if I just feel like I am.

A short ten minute drive with the radio blasting to block out those thoughts with which I'm sure would spiral me into a panic attack, I arrive at my best friend Trish's house. She'll know if anything's wrong with me, afterall, we see each other all the time! Or, used to, I guess looking back on it I haven't even spoken to her in a month.

I probably should have called her, but she might be mad at me for being a ghost this past little while, and I'm sure she could notice right away if something about me is different.