The weekend of changes

The walk home.

The cooking of the dinner.

The eating of dinner whilst watching the news.

The restless night and a lack of sleep.

The waking up reluctantly turning off the alarm.

The getting dressed for work.

The walk to work.

The day of monotonous work.

The walk home.

This was his life, even he was self aware of how incredulously dull grey and just how boring it was. There was nothing even faintly exciting anymore. Sure he had moments where the dreams had been delicious enough to warrant staying in bed that little bit longer. He had even had a few relationships although nothing was ever serious enough to stick. His job had even become mundane, entering figures was not how he saw himself spending his years.

Then a slight change. As if by chance he awoke one night with a start, he had seen a pair of mesmerising green eyes. He was sure he had seen them before and was even more confident it had not been the first night he had awoken with that image, still it seemed so far away from him now and drifting back into a fog of whispered dreams. He rolled over, hoping the eyes were with a body to suit and that he would get lucky.

Another Friday at work had passed, he did enjoy his weekends but they always tended to elude him, he could never remember doing anything interesting at the weekend but could always know he looked forward to them and they were his motivation for the week. When asked he always attributed it to 'that Friday feeling'.

The walk home.

He had decided to treat himself to some beer, it was Friday after all! As he sank into his recliner he popped open the bottle and relaxed into the chair more. It was finally the weekend and he could relax. As the thought came to him he could hear the phrase repeated in a soft feminine voice that caused him to relax so much he almost dropped his beer, "It's finally the weekend and you can relax". Breathing deeply he sunk a little deeper into his chair not worrying about where or who the voice was but placing his beer down and letting it lull him into a sense of blissful slumber. "That's it, just relax deeper into my voice, let yourself just relax into it, no cares, no worries, it's time to let me take you", the voice was in his mind but he couldn't be aware of how it got there it was simply too delicious for words and he allowed them to flow through his ears to his mind. "That's it, just let yourself go and keep falling deeper", his breathing was deep and relaxed now, not a thought in his head except the words that flowed, his eyes heavy and closed, his body relaxed and firmly asleep.

His eyes opened, he was staring into the beautiful green eyes. He tried to speak, to say how he had dreamt of them and how he wanted to see more but his mouth wouldn't respond. He tried to move and found he was bound to the spot. All of a sudden he heard the voice again, although this time it was coming from outside of his mind, still smooth and silken and still commanding his thoughts, "relax and stare deeply now". He struggled to focus, the eyes were quickly overpowering what few thoughts and will he could muster to do anything but sink even deeper. "there ya go hun!", he because faintly aware the voice was coming from where his mouth was but he was sure it wasn't his voice. He slowly felt the numbness leave his body and his skin tingled softly causing him to gasp, the voice giggled, "that's it baby I'm letting you come with me tonight to give you a hint of what we've been doing!". The eyes blunk and he was able to step back.

The body wasn't his. He was looking into the mirror and seeing a Goddess, she was the same height as him but that had been where the similarities ended. She had long blonde hair, sharp green eyes, perfect lips, beauty unmatched, breasts that weren't too large or too small for her figure, slim and well formed. She giggled and spoke to the mirror as he helplessly looked out, "that's me! We're gonna have so much fuuuuuuun!". She squeezed her breasts and she giggled as she felt him groan in his mind loudly at the pleasure that coursed through him. She smiled and looked into the mirror again, "lets go get laid!" She ran into the bedroom. He wasn't sure if he was in heaven or hell.

Monday morning awoke with a feeling of loss. Monday blues again a weekend spent, what had happened this weekend? Drank beer that much was certain but never mind was sure the rest would come back as the day went on.

The getting dressed for work.

The stepping into tall heels.

The walk to work enjoying the looks.

The flirting with the colleagues.

The walk to the bar.

She was defiantly loving her new life