Jenny: The Awakening (expanded)
Jenny opened her eyes, blinking at the bright light flooding in the room from the open window. She looked around the bedroom to find a man standing at the end of the bed with the large smile on his face. His black hair had receded to nearly half way back on his head and had a substantial belly. He was dressed conservatively in a collared shirt and jeans. She sat up, grabbing the blanket and holding it close to her breasts to cover her naked form.
"Good morning Jenny." He walked around to the side of the bed and sat down next to her. "Are you ready to begin your new life?"
"Who…" She started to speak but he interrupted her by placing a soft gentle kiss on her forehead.
"I am Richard." He paused. "Your husband."
She looked at him with a blank stare. Her mind tried to grasp at any memory of him, the room or herself but nothing would come. She was like a blank computer screen with just a solitary blinking cursor waiting for input. Her lips curled into a smile and her face lit up before the words formed on her tongue, "Richard… my husband." It was as if she was repeating his words to make them more real to herself.
"Your clothes are in the closet. I’ll be making breakfast when you are ready to come out and join me." He stood from his seat on the bed and gave a reassuring squeeze of her hand before departing through the door as it swooshed open and then closed behind him.
— added 1/17 —
She looked around the room and still had no recollection of how she got here or where she was. Slowly she stood from the bed, her legs a little wobbly but quickly found their stability and she moved to the closet, while still clutching the blanket. Moving her hand to the metal plate the door opened with a swoosh just like the door Richard had exited through. The closet was filled with brand new dresses, skirts and blouses. Along the bottom was a shoe rack with brand new heels that matched the outfits handing above. A quick perusal showed that the shortest heel was about four inches. She let her hand drag across the clothes on the hangers and she pulled out a nice blue dress as blue seemed to be her favorite color. Or was it? She grabbed a pair of matching blue heels and tossed them on the bed with the dress and then looked for some underwear.
She pulled open several draws, many of which had Richard’s neatly folded clothes tucked inside. It wasn’t until she opened the draws in the second dresser did she find some undergarments. She pulled out a bra and panty set and tossed them on the bed before closing the draw to find a pair of pantyhose. Confident that he was not coming back in, she dropped the blanket and put on the panties first. They were made of silk, like the bra and had never been worn from what she could tell. She then slid her arms into the bra and clasped it behind her back. They fit perfectly as if she had bought them herself. A few minutes later she looked at herself in the full length mirror and smiled as she saw how good she looked. She couldn’t remember how old she was but figured herself to be about 25 years old. Her figure was well defined with ample cleavage and a nice hourglass figure.
She sat down at the make up table and put on some light colors to enhance her natural beauty. It was breakfast after all so she didn’t go overboard. She took one last look in the full length mirror and walked to the door. She amazed herself that she didn’t trip or falter in the high heels. It was if she had been walking in them her entire life. Her hand moved to the metal plate on the door and it swooshed open, allowing her to see into the expansive living room. She took a cautious step through the door and looked around as the door closed behind her. The furniture looked to be well made and was a pleasing grey color. The walls were a sterile white with a faux brick fireplace on the wall opposite of her. One either side was an arched doorway leading to what she could only assume would be the kitchen and dining room.
Before she could will herself to walk any further, Richard popped his head through the archway to the right. His face was lit up brighter than before as he took in her radiant form decked out in the blue dress and heels.
"Breakfast is ready," he blurted out and then disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.
Jenny nodded and forced a smile before taking a few steps in Richard’s direction. Then it struck her, there were no windows. The walls had the outlines of where windows should be but they looked liked painted lines on the walls. Her mind was already forming a thousand questions to ask him and this was just another to add to the list. She walked through the doorway and into the small kitchen where she found Richard sitting at the table in one four chairs. He had a place set for her. On the plate was what appeared to be scrambled eggs and some sort of meat stick. Steam waffed from a cup of tea that stood near the plate. She took in a deep breath as she sat down, the aroma coming from the plate confirmed what her eyes had told her.
"I hope you liked the clothes I bought you. The agency gave me your sizes so they should all fit perfectly." He could not contain his staring at her as if she were some sort of artistic work hanging in a museum.
Agency. The words hung on the tip of her tongue as if there was some recollection buried deep in her mind, "Yes, they are beautiful and fit very well." Her hands went instinctively to smooth the material covering her lap and she crossed her legs at the ankle in ladylike fashion.
(to be continued…)