Finally married - part 8-11 (Patreon)

I took the statue closer and looked at it, and the first thought that appeared in my mind was 'I wish that everything would be normal, that I would wake up, Sarah next to me, and she didn't remember about everything what had happened. I wish it was a bad dream' - Jerilyn and Samuel remain in Italy, but now Samuel knows nothing about his life as Sarah (50%)

Jerilyn in her new life is Beauty housewife without education with knowledge only how to be very sexy (55%)

Part 5-7: https://www.patreon.com/posts/finally-married-106241945

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Part 8

"I wish... that everything would be normal, that I would wake up, Sarah next to me, and she didn't remember about everything what had happened. I wish it was a bad dream!" I spoke in a quick voice and then, for a second, felt very hot, like a hot flame ran through me. "Oh... Oh... My head... it's spinning."

My legs became weak and I fell to the floor. My eyes began to close, and the last thing I saw was the worried face of the old seller. After that, I fainted.

"Mmmm..." I moaned softly and slowly opened my eyes. Everything was dark around me, so i can't even see what is around. Something was rustling in the left ear and I heard a muffled sound as if something was knocking in my ear from outside. Something was moving up and down under my head, as if someone was taking slow, deep breaths. "Uhmmm... What the hell happened?" I muttered, confused and trying to move away.

Soething warm and heavy wrapped around me and I suddenly understood that it was a man's arm, and only then did I realize that my head was resting on a naked man's chest! Oh no... I jumped up, having lost my breath for a moment and screemed like scared girl.

"AAA! What the hell?! Who are you?! What are you doing?! What happened?!" I screamed, getting out of bed and rushing backwards until I hit the wall and could go no further. Then a soft click and the light went on, revealing the person who had been lying next to me.

"What's wrong, Jers?" he asked in a sleepy voice. And at that moment I felt how some soft fabric touches my body caused me to instinctively look down, and, instead of my male body I saw again this damn feminine figure in skimpy nightie and with transparent lace... "You okay, honey?"

"Uhmmm... HONEY?! Sarah?! Is it you?! We are still in this nightmare?!" I hissed, squinting and looking at this male body lying in front of me which I definitely recognized as Sarah from the first glance, or rather her male form, which she had been wearing since our first visit to this damn store.

"Uhmmm, nightmare? Come here, I'll hug you... my little princess," Sarah muttered in her deep male voice, reaching out and yawning, her dick rising a bit, tenting the fabric of her blanket.

"Wait, princess? I'm not a..." I tried to protest, but, for some reason, I felt a slight hint of warmth spread through my body from the words she spoke, making me blush. "I'm not a princess," I muttered, looking away and slowly making my way to the bed. 'Why is my whole body trembling... why is my pulse so fast...' I mentally complained while reaching the bed.

"Yeah... yeah... you're... not a princess, you're a Queen. My Queen," Sarah whispered with her eyes closed, hugging me tightly while I, with great trepidation, laid down next to her and pressed myself against her muscular chest, feeling such a unique, pleasant calm that I closed my eyes. 'She is my wife after all, isn't? And it is not a gay, since I'm a woman now... to hell with it, I'm so scared and want her to comfort me, to protect me! I'm so screwed up, damn it! Damn it!'

"Sarah... it's you?" I muttered, pressing harder against her body while hugging her in return, feeling and hearing her breathing. "We... we should go back, I mean, to that store... that statue... it's all wrong."

"What statue, Jerilyn? Ohhh, I see, you had a nightmare, didn't you?" she whispered softly and tenderly hugged me even more tightly than before and gently stroked my back, sending delightful chills throughout my body. 'Damn it... I've done this with many ex-girlfriends and... uhhh.... it's really very pleasant when someone does that to you...'

"Sarah..." I whispered, but she didn't listen to me, she was already asleep again and was snoring softly. 'Ugh... all right... we'll sort this all out after...' I sighed and fell to sleep in Sarah's arms...

Part 9

I woke up from bright sunlight hitting me in the face and slowly opened my eyes. For a moment, I completely forgot what had happened to me the day before and the first thing I was to do was stretch my arms and legs like a pleased cat that I had just finished resting, but suddenly felt that I wear something that didn't feel very natural for my body... something pressed on my shoulders, tights and hips, like if I was wearing bra and panties, and at this moment it became clear to me that I never used to wear anything like that. Ever...

"M-mmh! No!" I gasped in panic and opened widely my eyes only to see unknown ceiling above me. "Oh! No, I-I am dreaming!" I muttered remembered everything that has happened and looked at my manicured hands. "Shit! I'm still a girl!" I squeaked and then took a deep breath and covered my face with my palms.

"Who did you expected to be..." somewhere above my head I heard a quiet male's voice speaking softly.

"Sarah! Why are you so calm?! Look what we've become! I'm a... a..."

"Sarah? You mean me?! Girl, are still in your nightmare? It's Sam, Samuel, your husband, idiot," the man said sarcastically, but with tenderness, as he stroked my hair. "God, tell me what kind of shit did you dream about? We are become... what exactly?"

"What?! You're kidding me?! Oh-ooh!" I moaned in displeasure without hiding emotions and jumped on the bed like a wild animal. "I'm fucking woman and you think this is a fucking joke?! Do you hear me?! I've the fuck turned into a woman and you're just standing there smiling like a cheap comedian! Fucking shit, no, Maybe you are happy with everything, but I'm-"

"Wife, calm down! Calm yourself, I can't understand what nonsense are you rumbling about!" She... he interrupted me loudly and, for a moment, I shut up because this dude was scary. He was looking at me sternly, and his gaze seemed to read my thoughts. And I immediately felt goosebumps all over my body... 'Is she really not pretending?' I shivered in fear.

"Sarah..." I whispered as I was looking him directly in the eye, but judging by his appearance, he only got more angry from my words... "S-sam... uhmmm, you're... Samuel, my hus... band?" I bit my lip in embarrassment and shame, feeling heat warming my cheeks. 'No, no, no, It's can't be true! Oh my God! I'm fucked, I'm so fucking done for!'

"Samuel, yes, I'm still your husband... Jerilyn, what... did your dream about... baby?"

"Uh... uhmmm, wha..." I stuttered, unable to utter a word from sheer confusion. "Wait... uhm... Samuel, okey, you are my... Samuel, you're my husband, so, and I'm your... Jerilyn... right? But... damn! I need to..." I was trying to find the right words, but I was unable to, so I said the only thing that seemed important. "Where is the restroom? I mean, the toilet, or-or the bathroom?"

"Huh? Restroom? Second door to the left, next to the kitchen... what? Did you forgot where the restroom was? It's been years since we've been living here..."

"Yeah, yeah, years... right," I muttered, already jumping from the bed and running along the corridor, cursing my wide hips which swayed heavily from side to side, and causing to make me uncomfortable at every step. 'Oh, hell no! I need to be alone for a few minutes to pull myself together! It's impossible, right?! There must be some kind of misunderstanding!'

Part 10

I bursted into the restroom without stopping and slammed the door shut behind me. It felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest, and my head was boiling with a million confused thoughts that competed with one another. I couldn't calm myself down and it was very strange, because in life I have always been a very, very calm, quiet and reasonable person who doesn't allow any emotion to overcome me. But right now I felt like a fucking high school schoolgirl in puberty, just thrown in teenage drama with thousand of problems!

"Calm... damn it, calm... I'm calm..." I muttered as I looked in the mirror, feeling my heart racing as I looked at my own reflection, seeing a beautiful woman looking back at me. On her face, I could see signs of shock and incomprehension. "God, please help me..." I whispered as I slid my hand down my chest, trying to make sure that the body reflected in the mirror was actually my body. "Shit, shit, shit! Shit, damn it!" I slammed my palm against the mirror and leaned my forehead against it, feeling long hair gently touching my shoulders.

"I need to pull myself together and..." I muttered and opened the faucet, trying to wash my face. 'Just don't get your hair wet...' I thought as the water streamed from the faucet and I dipped my palms into the pooling water. "God! Seriously?! Don't get my hair wet?! Yeah, that's really main thing here!" I yelled at myself, realizing how ridiculous I must sound, but still adjusted my hair so that not a single strand would get wet.

Then looking at mirror again, I sighed heavily and took the lipstick from the shelf next to the faucet and began to slowly and accurately paint my lips. 'This is stupid and crazy!' I thought, but continued painting my lips red, as if doing this helped me to gain at least a little control over the situation. Then I carefully took a mascara from the shelf and slowly opened it, and quietly started to apply mascara on the eyelashes, trying not to dirty a neatly painted and red lips 'I need to calm down, it must have been a dream. Right? Only a dream...'

My hand reached to the small scrunchy next to the mascara, and without thinking, I took it, rolled up my hair and tied my long, fluffy blond strands into a neat ponytail. 'If there is a God above, I'm sure he or she can't allow me to live such a stupid life! Right?! Seriously, what the hell?! God... ugh... where... where is my damn favorit hoop earrings?!' I paused without even noticing that while I was thinking I not only did my makeup, but also managed to change my clothes.

"Oh! There you are!" I exclaimed happily and quickly put on a pair of thin dangling gold hoop earrings. There was no trace left of my hysteria which came moments ago. I liked what I saw in the reflection and smiled contentedly. 'I'm fucking gorgeous. And...'

Part 11

'... Oh, shit! I need to tell Sam it's okay before he goes to work! Damn it!' As soon as that thought appeared in my head, I rushed out of the bathroom and quickly walk to the kitchen. Before entering I taking a deep breath and slowed my steps. As if intuitively I looked down, checked my appearance, running my hands over my hips and gave myself a satisfied nod. 'Awesome!' I smiled and stepped into the kitchen.

"Hey sweetie," I said in a soft voice and Sam shuddered from my words, made my laugh quietly. 'I wonder if he likes the way I look?' I touched the refrigerator handle and slightly changed my pose so that it looked more sexy and seductive and not awkward.

"Good morning, Jeri..." Sam said in a calm tone, looking at me out of the corner of his eye and continued to drink tea from the mug, "Did you calm down? You were shouting wildly earlier..." he set the cup down on the table with a bang and only then he glanced at me with a serious gaze.

"I don't remember that I was like that," I said, smiling sweetly and glancing sideways from under my eyelashes. "Do you like how I look? I mean my outfit, not me." I giggled softly and Sam looked at me with surprise and loudly sighed. 'What? What's wrong?! Why he sighed so loud?! He does not like me?!' I was instantly sad by this possible event, but I didn't even have time to say anything because he reacted.

"Baby, I like... everything..." Sam said, standing up from the chair and approaching me, then gently kissed me on the cheek, his beard brushing against my skin, making me tremble involuntarily. His hand softly slapped me on the buttocks. "...see you tonight..." he added and went to the exit, leaving me standing in the kitchen.

"Where..." I started to speak, but I realized that it would sound stupid, because I knew where he was going. 'So stupid! What a hysterical woman! Now he will be offended all day... WAIT! WHAT THE DAMN THOUGHTS?! Why I am worry about it as If I am... damn! No! I'm a guy! Not some stupid chick! Why the fuck did I brush my hair and makeup?! Am I really going insane?!' I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white and tears came to my eyes...