Do you know that feeling, that you have to do something.....but can´t quite remember what?
This story is just that.
I remember being told to write it but I can´t remember what I was supposed to tell you. What I do know is that everything I am going to tell you really happened, even though it may unbelievable sometimes.
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Chapter 7
Returning home a married man was so weird, how did I need to behave?
Would things be different now, will it change things between us?
I can´t stop wondering how it would be when she´s finally back "home."
Home, when would Daniella come home?
It should be a matter of days now, I just could not wait to hold her again. To finally be a couple, to sleep in the same bed every night and wake up feeling her beautiful butt press against me each morning.
Imagine my disappointment when it took her over a week to finally move in with me, well sort of.
I hoped that like me she would be ready to start sharing our secret with the world. She wanted nothing of the sort. She was even reluctant to tell her friends about moving in with me.
No clue what had happened to the girl I married a couple of weeks ago on the other side of the world. She looked so happy and radiant during those weeks in the sun. But the grey Dutch winter seemed to have changed that.
Not always I mean it was bliss when we were together. Dani was a very loving girl taking great care of me and vice versa. In our little world life was the absolute best. Things changed when we met friends, especially her friends.
When we were outside she was different, still the Daniella I knew from when we first met, but not the same girl that was falling asleep in my arms every night.
It did not make sense until that day in early March.
That morning I woke up to Dani watching Teletubbies on my little black-and-white television. She was totally absorbed by the program and smiling like an idiot. When she finally noticed me she turned around, climbed on top of me, threw her arms around me, and hugged me. With that big grin, she said "Daddy Tiny" and hugged me like she never wanted to let me go.
Those big smiling eyes, those uncontrolled movements what the hell was she playing?
This must be a joke I thought and I tried to break her play. I started kissing her belly and blowing on it, she giggled like a little girl; "Daddy Tiny that tickles. Can I call you daddy?"· "Do you have chocolate?" The big eyes asked me.
I had to laugh, "Of course, you can call me daddy," I said, even though I always thought it strange that girls wanted to call their guy Daddy. "And if you make us breakfast I will run across the street and get you some chocolate."
The big eyes saddened, I don´t know how to make breakfast, I am only..." Then she held up four fingers, then five, then four again.
She was incredibly in character and did not drop the act for a second. The voice, the movements, even the facial expressions, everything was perfectly executed not one wrong move or out-of-place smile.
If you can´t beat them join them, two can play this game I thought; "So what´s your name little one?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "You don´t know your name? Is it Daniella," she laughed "no of course not silly daddy. Daniella is your girlfriend."
Seriously, what was this?
Until now I thought it was a game, but the feeling that something is seriously wrong crept up on me.
Did I marry a schizo?
This was just too weird, by now I was quite sure that she was not playing me anymore.
How should I deal with this? I guess the only way I knew how, by being curious and gathering information.
So I sat down on our bed next to what last night was my wife. She must have noticed my confusion because she was looking very seriously at me when I asked her:
"Sweetie, who are you?"
I tried to sound as relaxed as possible but I felt my vocal cords tighten when I asked "And where do you come from?"
It sounded so weird saying this to my dream girl, my wife.
"I am always here, but they normally do not let me in control. They say people will look weird at us when I am in the body, so I gave stay in the feet."
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