Back in Time

You were furious, you had no idea why learning about all the raunchy things in your girlfriends past made you feel like this, so jealous, so hurt. After all, she was with you now, not any of them, clearly you had something. But it still at away at your thoughts. Each time you learned something it happened, and after a bit you'd come to terms with it. There was another thing that made your brain kinda muddled a bit, made your heart hurt.

Your girlfriend always insisted she didn't like sex, at least not any more anyway, so you never had any, of any kind. You'd known this going in of course, you could handle that, but learning that she'd been intimate with other people before? That kinda hurt, even though you understood, the best you could anyway, that clearly she didn't actually enjoy any of it. First you figured that oh, it was just one person. But then you learned about another, and another. Never the details, just the who's and whens. And that, that hurt.

Again, you reconsiled these feelings as mere silliness, jealousy, but silliness. After all, she had chosen you, you were her world, and hers yours, you lived a really happy life together. But you insecurities wouldn't go away. And today, after learning about yet another guy, it bubbling up to the top, you started shouting at her. Accusing her. You were extremely horrible to her. Oh and boy did you regret that.

"I wish you understood why!" She shouted before storming off.

You didn't know what to do after that. You skulked into your room, and punched a wall, almost breaking your hand in the process, brick isn't soft. You slumped into your bed, and drifted to sleep.
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The birds sung through the window as you drifted awake. You'd never felt so rested in your life, as you sat up, and raised your arms above your head, you couldn't fail but feel different. Opening your eyes properly, long brown hair flowed onto your face. Which was odd, as when you went to bed, your hair was short and blonde. More surprised were yet to come, as you realised the bedding was completely different, the bed was different.

Glancing around the room, it had completely changed, the orientation, the decorations, all of it. And that's when you looked down properly. 2 bumps stuck out from under a pink shirt, that you certainly didn't have on yesterday.

Jumping out of bed, you realised there was a long mirror next to you, in your horror the face looking back at you was her. Your girlfriend. But not from when you last saw her, no, she was noticeably younger, a decade younger. This was her from the time's she told you about.

"What you doing babe?" A voice came from behind you. You turned around, slowly. In the doorway was a tall man, fair skinned, black short hair, and a long cock hanging between his legs. You recognised this man at once of course, this was Steve, your girlfriends first boyfriend, you'd heard quite a bit about Steve, mainly about how he was a collosal twat, you'd known he was her first, but that was it. You tried to reply, but the situation was just so bizarre, it had to be a dream surely? Born from your insecurities...right?

Whatever it was, Steve was approaching you, you had to think fast..