"Oh Tiffany!" he said.

"What?" replied Al.

That got him a very strange look from everyone.

"I mean, what do you want to talk to her for? I'd be glad to help."

He turned bright red. Hearing that name called, he had reacted like he would in his dreams. And he wasn't half asleep this time. No. Whatever was making him dream Tiffany's dreams was starting to effect him in his waking life too now.

But what was the most disturbing to him, was that after his first "pink dream" (as he called them in his mind), it had been about a week before the next one. Then they became more and more frequent, until now they were the only dreams he had.

What if this was the same? It was about a week since shaving his legs. What if this was going to happen in his waking life too? He shivered inside. He couldn't let that happen. What if he started doing things like that all the time? It was too much to think about. He tried to hide it in the back of his mind.

* * *

But to Al's dismay, it was only four days later when the next incident occurred. He took his wife Cathy shopping, and was walking around the clothes department with her. She was browsing through the racks of clothes, when she turned to discover Al holding up to himself a yellow skirt with a tropical floral print.

"This is cute" said Al. "I wonder if they have it XXL? The ones on the rack are too small for me."

"What? Why would you want a skirt?" asked Cathy.

Needless to say, Al was embarrassed more than he could bear. They skirt was really cute, but why would he care about that? Why would he even think to buy one for himself. He didn't wear women's clothes! He knew that he needed to do something before this got out of hand, but what? Go to a psychologist and say "I think I'm turning into a girl"? No way! Go to a fortune teller and say he was possessed? No, they were all quacks.

Really, he was stuck. He couldn't even tell his wife. He could only hope that it would go away soon. He mumbled a lame excuse, and said that he had to go to the bathroom. He left her there in the aisle. He had to be alone for a while.

* * *

But it wasn't even two days later when Al did something that scared him even more. He took his daughter Tina out for dinner, as a celebration of her being accepted into Northwestern. It was supposed to be just a father-daughter outing, so Cathy and Tammy didn't come with them. They picked a nice restaurant, and had a good dinner and conversation. In fact, they had never talked so well together.

"Gee dad, this is a lot of fun. You're really communicating today."

"Thanks" he said, smiling. This really was the best they had gotten along since she became a teenager. Perhaps it was because she was older, and had matured. Or he thought, perhaps it was because he lived his nights as a girl now, so he could relate to her better. But that wasn't what scared him. The problem was that when the guy came out to refill their water glasses, he leaned over to his daughter and said "He's really cute! Look at those...."

"Dad! Quiet!" hissed his daughter. He had to excuse himself, and once in the safety of the men's room stall, he actually cried. He hadn't cried in years, but here he was, tears flowing down his cheeks. Something was wrong with his mind.

The "pink dreams" were bad enough, but now it was clear that the young woman that somehow got into his head was starting to emerge during the day too. When would it end? When he said the guy was cute, he meant it. The guy *was* cute in those tight little pants. But he would never think that, let alone say it! Whatever this woman named Tiffany in his head was doing, it was in such a way that her thoughts and his were the same. It wasn't like *she* thought something, then *he* did. No, it was more like he was *becoming* her, bit by bit.

Al drank a lot that night, and fell to sleep earlier than he would have liked to. Because the earlier he fell asleep, the longer he was Tiffany in his dreams. Tonight, in his dreams, Tiffany seduced the cute water pitcher guy, and had sex with him.

* * *

Each day now, something little would happen that made Al upset. Every single day, something would happen where Tiffany was emerged within him, the way she had in his dreams. He could almost feel himself start to slip away a little, and her presence starting to fill him as he became her, bit by bit.

Nobody was home that night, so Al decided to try something radical. He locked the door to his bedroom, closed the shades, and went into his wife's part of the walk in closet. He pulled out a stack of her clothes, and went to work. In just a few minutes, he was wearing her bra and panties, silk stockings and a garter, a black skirt and a sleeveless top. He stuffed the bra with folded up hand towels, then went into the bathroom to put on makeup. His had was expert at it, having done it hundreds of times in his dreams. Once he was fully dressed up, he put on a pair of pumps, and went to the mirror.

"All right Tiffany, if you're in there, talk to me! What do you want?"

There was just silence as a reply.

"You're in my head! Talk to me. Take over if you have to. What is going on?"

More silence. He walked around the room. He read a chapter of his wife's current romance novel. He watched a sitcom. Nothing.

It was ironic that one of the few times that Tiffany did not seem to be present within him, was when he dressed himself up as a girl. He had hoped to confront her, but she didn't answer.

The time was getting late, so Al knew he had to undress and shower before he was found out. He undressed, put the clothes back where they belonged, took off his makeup, and went into the shower. Al washed himself off, all over. He looked down at his smooth legs. He had shaved them yesterday, or should he say that *she* did it, since it wasn't his idea.

He wondered when she would make him shave his chest too. As he soaped it up, he looked at his nipples. He had never noticed before that they seemed so large. They weren't changing too, were they? No, it couldn't be. She couldn't change his body too. That was impossible.

He dried off, and looked into the mirror to see himself naked, and check for other changes. He couldn't notice anything, except that his stomach did seem slimmer. Perhaps that diet was finally paying off. The slimmer stomach made his hips look wider. He hoped he would loose weight there too.

He put on a nightie, and climbed in bed to wait for his wife. He was watching a rerun of an old movie, and realized that it was "Breakfast at Tiffany's". Grr. His least favorite name right now. He was going to switch the channels, but it *was* such a good movie. He just had to watch the rest. And the ending was very romantic.

When Cathy came home, she was quite surprised.

"So, someone wants kinky sex tonight, huh?"

"What do you mean?" he said.

"You're wearing my nightie silly. What else could that mean?"

"Um, yeah. Come on babe, lets go" he said, not believing that he had been so stupid! He had meant to put on his pajamas, but he grabbed hers! This was getting worse and worse. At least the sex was very good. Having had all of the female sex dreams, he knew now how to touch a woman, and what made her excited. His new knowledge played out well in bed, and Cathy said he hadn't made her come so many times since they were first married.

* * *

The next day when Al went to the bathroom at 10:30, he wasn't too shocked or surprised to find out that he was wearing a bra under his shirt. Just disappointed. He almost expected something bad like that to happen any time now. And he had almost accepted that there was nothing he could do about it. It no longer really upset him.

Nor the fact that he found himself buying a purse at lunchtime. He had taken a walk as usual, and had ended up at a strip mall. He passed by a leather goods place, and saw this one bag that was just so cute! It had a long thin strap, and was just the right size. He bought it, put his wallet and keys in it, put it over his shoulder, and walked back to work.

It was only when he put it down on his desk that he realized what he had just done. It had seemed so natural to him, as if he had been carrying a purse all his life. But he couldn't be seen with it! What would people think!

He went to empty it out, so he could march right back and return it. But as the contents spilled onto his desk, his heart went into his throat when he saw the makeup and the tampons. Then he remembered stopping at the drugstore on the way back. Then he had a thought. Did he.....

He looked into his compact mirror, and saw the bright red shade on his lips. This was so embarrassing! He opened the tube of lipstick and fixed it right away. How long had he been walking around with lipstick so unevenly applied? He was embarrassed. What if someone had seen him? He shook his head and went back to work.

* * *

When he got home, he saw a note on the table from Cathy. She was taking the girls on a long weekend to see her folks, and she knew that Al didn't get along with her mother all that well. Or was it because they all thought he was acting so strange? He was relieved that he didn't have to accompany her this time, so he would be alone all weekend. Just as well, with all this weird stuff going on, he would rather be alone right now.

He went upstairs to get out of his work clothes. Once he put on a casual skirt and a knit sweater, he felt much better. But then he realized something. He was being stupid again. He went upstairs, and took off the sweater. What was he thinking with that brown color and a blue skirt? It looked terrible together. He searched until he found a top that matched much better. Then he looked at the bra with its two cups hanging sadly empty.

Suddenly he had an idea. He went over to the drawer, pulled out a bunch of socks, and stuffed the cups until they were full. There, that was better. Now with the top on, it looked normal. He went back downstairs and had his dinner.

He found his daughter's copy of Cosmo, and read it while he ate his salad. Normally he would read the newspaper, but it seemed dull, all that news about wars and politics and such. After dinner though, he did check out the entertainment section to see what movies were in town. He decided to go out and catch a show.

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