Vivid Dream Reality 1

by Savannah Maun

  “Umm, don't you think this is a bit rushed,” dad asked.

  “We declared our love for each other a little while ago, but I wasn't sure how our relationship would affect great grandfather's will. I decided that our love was more important than money, but when we spoke to Scott, he said there would be no issue as long as it happened before Andi had taken any noticeable steps. There is nothing stopping us from...”

  “Stop, Vee. Just stop.” Andi interrupted me. She then gave me a loving but demanding look. “You have to tell them.” Then she turned to my parents with a twinkle in her eyes and said. “She's pregnant.”

  I couldn't help it, I just burst out laughing. Not even I was expecting that and the look on my parents face. Absolutely, priceless.

  When I could get myself back under control I assured them that I was not pregnant.

  “But I wasn't kidding about the wedding. I don't want to discuss the reasons in the restaurant.” I was worried that I still had a PI keeping tabs on me. “Do you mind if we continue this conversation at home?”

  “So let me get this straight. You are getting married in Vegas tomorrow and you want us to be there. The reasons will become clear later?” dad confirmed.

  “Yes,” I replied.

  “Are they good reasons?” he continued.

  “To be frank. We are rushing into it, and we know that, but we also know, with certainty, that we love each other. No one can predict the future, but I think we will start our marriage with a strong footing. The reasons are good logical reasons, but they wouldn't matter if we didn't love each other,” I answered.

  The champagne was drunk much more happily after that. I'm pretty sure they weren't convinced, but it made me feel warm inside that I could tell they trusted me to do the right thing. We had a lovely meal and then they drove us back to my family home. Before we went through with what was probably going to be a lengthy explanation, I insisted we organise our Vegas trip. First I had to find what documentation we needed to get married. Then what flights were available and then the hotel and the wedding chapel. My computer work was exciting. I was planning my wedding. I think I had mostly given up on the idea of a wedding. Yes, I hoped that I would have a female partner at some point, but, my planning didn't include anyone until after I was 25 and although gay marriage was becoming more popular, it wasn't what you dream of as a little girl.

  My parents had the less enviable task of completely rearranging their immediate plans to accommodate me. Then again, how often does your only daughter get married? Hopefully, only once and they were determined not to miss it. Flights were booked, accommodation sorted, and, just in case, my parents had cleared the next 4 days. It was time to reveal all. I was tempted to try and spin it, to make my parents think this was less of a rash decision, but with Andi's encouragement, we told the complete unvarnished truth. They had a good stare into Andi's eyes. The lavender in her eyes was still our best argument that we weren't making it up.

  They didn't have much chance to question us. We needed to get back to our flat to pack. I noticed a text message from Scott telling me to call him as soon as I could on his personal mobile. By this point, we were on the train. I didn't want to do it in a public place so I waited until we had got back to the flat.

  “Hello, Scott, this is Veronica.”

  “Hi, Veronica. Are you still planning to go to Vegas soon?”

  “We are booked for tomorrow.”

  “Great. I have spoken to the VDR company. They are based in LA. They have requested a meeting and strongly asked for you to bring your headsets. They have promised financial compensation. I would strongly recommend that you have legal representation at that meeting,” he continued.

  “Err..OK. When is the meeting set for?” I asked.

  “If you could email your travel plans, wedding etc. I will sort out the meeting.”

  “Is this something I should be worried about?”

  “Not at all. It should be very financially rewarding, especially for Andi, but they are very sceptical at the moment. This has never happened before and I am not sure they believe me. It should be easy enough to prove. All you will have to do is show Andi's character in-game,” Scott explained.

  “Alright. We will pack the headsets. Does this mean you will be there at the meeting?”

  “That is what I would suggest. They have told me they are willing to provide for my costs, but I would still be representing you. It is still your choice though,” he answered, but it was also a question.

  “Yes, please. This is not going to be your speciality though, is it?”

  “I don't think this is going to be anybody's field. What you will need is someone who can translate lawyer speak, someone you trust. I have to admit, I am intrigued and would like to be there, but it is your choice. I will also be able to tell you if you need more expert help and probably be able to arrange it.”

  “I do trust you, Scott, so yes, please be there for us.” I had built up trust with Scott over the years.

  “I will send you an email with the details of the meeting as soon as I have them. Thank you for your trust. See you soon.”

  “Goodbye.”

  Now that Scott was disconnected, Andi, who had been listening carefully, asked. “What do you think that was about.”

  “We won't really know until the meeting. That is not the important question,” I replied

  “No? What is?” Andi asked curiously.

  “We are getting married tomorrow and I don't have a thing to wear.” I was trying to be joking but Andi took me seriously.

  “That is nothing,” Andi responded.

  “What?”

  “Try this one. We are getting married tomorrow and we haven't got the rings yet. Or we are leaving tomorrow morning and we haven't packed yet. Or..”

  “Andi Stop. All I know is tomorrow you will be my wife. The rest will happen, even if we are wearing garbage bags and use a toy ring.”

  Andi came up and kissed me passionately. I obviously said something right. “I so want to make love to you right now, only...” she whispered to me.

  “I have been thinking about that. Tell me what you think and be honest. After our last trip and your discomfort when we came back, I was not sure whether we should enter the game for a while. We still need to get you to see a psychologist. Anyway, I thought part of the problem might have been the fact that we were there for a whole week. Maybe it would be less jarring if we were only there for one day. The other thing is that in Lagbit's world, we will be travelling for 3 weeks. Stuck in a wagon every day for 3 weeks could get awfully boring. I was thinking that when we felt the need for intimacy, we visit for one day. We could spend most of the day in the wagon making love. Then we would be back in the real world again. When we want more intimacy again, then we go back in. It should make the trip a great deal less boring although I do wonder what reputation we will have by the time we arrive. What do you think?”

  She smiled at me brilliantly. “Let's do it. We do have quite a bit to do, but one day is like 15 minutes, right?”

  We settled on my double bed again. This time I got her dressed in one of my nighties, undid her ponytail and draped her hair over her front. I wanted as little impact as possible when she went from female to male. The headsets were triggered and we drifted off.

  Chapter 13

  Andi's POV

  I awoke to Myra calling out that it was time for Taigoa practice. I took a deep breath and immediately knew I was back to normal. My body felt right, moved right. This wave of happiness went through me. I looked next to me to see Vee looking at me carefully. We both smiled at each other and then got up and out to do our morning practice. Vee led today, it would help her memorise the steps. I concentrated on doing the steps whilst getting the breathing right.

  We spent most of the day enjoying each others body, with the occasional break for food. There were too many of us to stop in any town, besides they did not feel it was safe, there would be too many outsiders. They also decided to
start talking only in Elven. In Amilyf, not everyone spoke English and since we both already understood the language, they were hoping we could become fluent before we arrived. We didn't really get the chance to appreciate the countryside. The wagon had no windows and we were encouraged to not poke our heads out. They only felt comfortable letting us wander after they had set up a secure campsite.

  That night we really worked on making sure we were both completely satisfied, knowing that when we woke up we would be back in the real world. I struggled to get to sleep, knowing that I was leaving this body behind. There could be no doubt, I had become very unhappy with a male body. I'm pretty sure that I would be classified as transgender now. The next thing I knew I was back in my wrong body.

  I couldn't help it, I started to cry again. I didn't want to, I knew it would upset Vee, but I seemed to have less control over my emotions now. She just held and stroked me.

  “Maybe it is too much even to go back for one day.” She said with a worried frown.

  “No! I can't stop myself from feeling upset when we return back to reality, but I really enjoyed myself there and I refuse to give that up. Just give me a few moments and I will be alright. It was better doing it a day at a time. We are just going to have to accept that I may be a bit weepy for a few minutes when I return.”

  “You sure?”

  “Definitely.”

  We started packing and trying to get everything sorted for tomorrow. I kept the nightie on and I have to admit it did make me feel better. I had to email the university and so did Vee. I could see her start to panic trying to work out rings, clothes, flowers and the list went on. So I asked her for a cuddle in bed. This situation needed a cuddle intervention.

  As we were cuddling face to face. “Do you see me as a man or a woman?” I asked her.

  “A woman.” She answered automatically and then I think she wondered if that response would upset me. “Are you OK with that? How do you see yourself?”

  “I see myself as female now. Do you think I will want to get married to the woman I love in a suit or a dress?”

  “Err...a dress. Maybe. I mean, have you ever worn one?”

  “No, Vee, but that is not the point. I want to consider tomorrow as a rehearsal for our real wedding. Or maybe like a registry wedding. We will sign the papers, make everything legal and then plan our real wedding. There is no way we are going to make tomorrow a perfect wedding day. I would suggest, to not even try. I don't want to rush you picking your perfect ring or a dress that makes you feel special. One way or another, I will become the woman that I need to be and then, I want a white dress and the works. Deal?”

  “Err..so you don't want me to try and make this one special?”

  “Yes and no. If you consider this a rehearsal there should be no pressure. If you try too hard, all you will do is stress yourself out. No, I want to consider this like our elven bonding. We are already married because we love each other. Tomorrow, all we are doing is signing the right papers to make it legal. The celebration can wait until we have everything ready. It would be nice if we could get nice wedding bands, not the engagement ring, that is too important to rush. Other than that, let us treat this as a fun thing to do, nothing more.”

  “What about me finding a wedding dress?”

  “Tell me honestly, would you like to find a dress that looks OK and almost fits right, or one that you choose after trying on every dress in multiple shops with the help of your mother and maybe other girlfriends, return to make sure the alterations fit properly and have that sensation that you are the most beautiful bride to ever walk down an aisle.”

  “Oh..... I think you are right. I need to think of this differently. Maybe it is not a wedding, it is a business arrangement. I think I can do that. I will wear a business suit and you can wear yours. Then all we have to find is the wedding bands. No, let's call them promise rings. The promise of a proper wedding later. I want to give you the works and have the same for myself. That we cannot do tomorrow. OK. Thanks, honey.” Then she gave me a lovely kiss on the lips.

  Packing was quite quick after that, now that we had a plan. Then we snuggled in bed and fell asleep. I don't know if it is a female thing or a submissive thing, but I loved feeling her spooning me. It gave me a loved and protected feeling. It also made me feel a bit more feminine.

  When I woke the next morning the first thing I did was try and see if there had been any changes. I truly believed that I was heading towards my body image, I just wished it would hurry up. One thing I did notice was that my normal morning condition was different. My morning glory was not so glorious. At least it made going to the toilet easier. I had started sitting to go to the toilet, I don't know why, but it just felt right. Vee joined me in the bathroom, waiting for me to finish.

  She slept naked, while I had kept the nightie on. I loved looking at her naked body. It was a bit hard to tell, but I thought she was looking a bit curvier. While she sat down I looked carefully in her eyes to see if I could see any green coming through yet. It was harder to see since the contrast between blue and green is not that large, but I think I could see some green spots. I told her of my suspicions and she had a good look in the magnifying mirror.

  “I think you are right. You have to look really closely though.” Vee said.

  “Vee, have you done any measurements recently?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I think your bust is a bit bigger and maybe you are curvier lower down.”

  She looked at me with a smile. “Are you suggesting on our wedding day that my butt is looking bigger?”

  “Not bigger, just more perfect.”

  “Ha.” She went off to search in her wardrobe. “I haven't taken any measurements, but I know these skinny jeans fit me a few days ago and I know this bra fit me yesterday.”

  Try as she might, she couldn't get her jeans over her bottom. She frowned at them like they were betraying her. I am not sure she appreciated that change. The smile on her face when her breasts were overflowing her bra more than made up for it. “Yes!” Definitely a happy girl.

  This meant we were in a bit more of a rush than intended. Vee took her clothes out of her suitcase to make sure they fit before re-packing it. Not all of it did, so obviously her shape had changed. We met her parents at the airport. It was a long flight, but fortunately, because of the time zone difference, we were only arriving 3 hours after we left. Vee had booked us all in business class and we were all upgraded to 1st class. It was the first time I had flown anything but economy. What a difference.

  One of Vee's worries was that because of jet lag we would not be any condition to enjoy our wedding. Now that we were considering it as more of a promise for a more elaborate ceremony, we could let that go. We explained to Vee's parents and I think, if anything, they were relieved. I suppose they had had dreams of their daughter's wedding that had probably already taken a beating when she told them she was a lesbian. With more recent legislation, that dream may have been revitalised.

  The journey was more luxurious than most hotels I had stayed at. We were waited on hand and foot. There were movies and games to keep us occupied and when we felt a bit tired, we could lay down and go to sleep. The VDR headsets were packed in our hand luggage and I have no idea what the airline policy was regarding them since we didn't want to use them with an audience. I think I might set up a camera and record what my body does when we are in VDR. Considering what we spend most of our time doing when in Lagbit's world, the idea of doing that while there are people all around you was mortifying. I also worried that if I was a bit noisy in the game that might translate into real life.

  The security getting into America is serious stuff. I even had to give my fingerprints. It was digitally scanned, so no ink, but still. I didn't have the contacts we were thinking of and the lavender in my eyes really stood out. I had come up with this story about needing to see a doctor about it, but, despite careful scrutiny, they didn't stop me.

  After picking up our
luggage and exiting we found a driver holding up Vee's name and we were transported to the Bellagio in a limo.

  It was almost 1.30pm when we arrived and had checked in. So we left her parents and took a cab to the nearest shopping centre. The ceremony was at 5pm. The limo to pick us up was arriving at 4.30pm, so we didn't have a lot of time. My suit still fit me, although I don't think either of us liked how I looked in it. Unfortunately, Vee's intended suit didn't fit her any more. We needed to find a white dress. Not a wedding dress, just something classy that fit her properly. She said that she had a pair of heels that would do, but if we had the time she wanted to have a look. The other priority was finding wedding bands or promise rings as we had decided to think of them.

  The dress required us to visit 3 different shops and then return to the first one. It was a summery light dress, patterned with lace along the edges. The rings were both difficult and easy. When she saw the amount of choice, she panicked and I realised that I didn't want to rush her, so we chose very basic bands. Mine was in white gold and Vee chose platinum. These would do to show that we were taken. A more fancy version could and probably would be chosen later. Our choice was limited by what we liked and what could be immediately available in our size.