The New Dress: Rebecca Is Becca, #7

By D.D. Grey

You know the old saying, "A goddess on your arm, a maid around the house, a gourmet in the kitchen, and a whore in the bedroom?" That's what I got with Rebecca, just not all at the same time. Rebecca was the perfect demure girlfriend. When her other personality, Becky, took charge of her body, she became a clean freak, while Becs could cook a fabulous meal from any mix of ingredients. Becca, though, Becca was trouble, especially as she rarely stayed confined to the bedroom.

 

Rebecca wanted a new dress and somehow found a way to get me to buy her two of the layered dresses. Modeling the outer lace layer on its own seemed a bit out there for Rebecca. Becca, though, for once, decided to keep her display and her actions right there in the bedroom.

• Language: English
• Publisher: D.D. Grey
• Release date: Sep 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223813705

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The New Dress

Once again, Rebecca assumed control, and this time she stayed in control. Hell, even Becky and Becs didn’t make any appearances, and as the weeks grew into a couple of months, I had my fingers crossed. Okay, I missed the magnificent meals and swallowed down the overcooked, no, burnt meatloaf on occasion without complaint. Rebecca cuddled up more, and our sex life improved. The house was rather messier than it had been, but it was clear Rebecca was taking her meds regularly, and we were happy.

More than just happy, she was happy, but I was ecstatic. I didn’t have a cum-bedraggled orgasm-addled partner on my hands, unable to explain why she’d done what she’d done. All in all, it was a good time for both of us, and I was starting to hope things were going to stay that way.

Right up until the last weekend in September. Rebecca had had a couple of days off work, so she had decided to do a bit of cleaning and look after the house. I guess that should have rung some alarm bells, but I’d been lulled into a sense of security, one that proved false. Walking in from work on Thursday evening, the house was spotless. Hell, even the carpets shone, they were so clean. I was pretty sure she’d taken the drapes down, washed them, ironed them, and rehung them. I don’t think the creases had ever been that sharp. The same was true in the bedroom. Not only were the corners on the bed done with military precision, but the pattern on the duvet cover was inch-perfect in its symmetry, both across and down the bed.

The only thing that looked