"So, what I'm trying to say is... Will you marry me?"
Oh God! This is a pretty big decision, and I don't know what to do!!!
"Can I maybe have some time to think about it?"
"Sure baby," my would-be groom replied with suppressed disappointment.
I tried to assure him that it wasn't a bad thing that I needed time to think, but it felt like he was preparing to face his own execution as he left. He's a great guy and I love him but I'm just not sure if I'm ready to get married yet! Surely every girl is entitled to consider such an important matter carefully.
I paced my apartment as I tried to weigh the pros and cons of marriage. The pros: I'd have the man I loved with me all the time. I'd have help paying the bills. I'd have someone in my bed whenever I was in the mood, heh heh.
The cons: I'd have someone in my home and under my feet. I'd have to get used to someone randomly moving my belongings. I'd have to be a good wife and keep the place clean, I'd have to share the remote. We might have kids! I wouldn't be able to send him home if he annoyed me, He might cost me more money than his share of the bills he'd help pay, and did I mention that I'd have to share the remote???
Oh no! I don't think I can get married! This just wouldn't work. I'd have no freedom, no space of my own, and nowhere to hide when I just want to scream!
On the other hand... I do love him. He's fun to be around, and always tries to make me smile. He'd make a great daddy and our kids would be so damn cute! Plus, we'd get to have lots of sex. That thought made me grin like a love stuck fool.
Except... I'd have to share the remote... or worse! He might expect to take control of the remote altogether! Oh God! What will I do?! His taste in television just
sucks!!!
Calm down, there has to be more to marriage than him watching football and TV broadcasted hunting. I mean there'd be a honeymoon, and romantic strolls through the park, and going out to dinner... I could always take a yoga class on Sundays, right? Or maybe organize a weekly girls day out when he's making my poor 42 inch flatscreen TV suffer through hours and hours of some horribly boring sport...
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and would swear I heard laughing.
"Do you hear her?" A female voice laughed. It sounded somehow tiny, like it came from my TV but the volume was really low. "She's more worried about him watching TV than how well he will provide for her!"
"It's not nice to laugh!" A second female voice admonished. "It's clear to me that she trusts his capacity to provide for her, and is therefore free to worry about how compatible they are."
I felt a light touch on the side of my neck, and it made me shiver. I tried very hard not to move my head as I looked towards my shoulder.
"Come on, you insufferable goody two shoes! She should be worrying about how good he is in bed rather than how often he watches football! Seriously, girl, you can change that so
easily!
All you have to do is withhold sex on the days that he watches the game on TV. He'll soon get the point, and like a
dog
he'll do whatever it takes to get between your legs1" A three inch tall version of myself informed me from my left shoulder.
She was wearing something that can only be described as a rather scanty black leather bondage outfit, complete with shiny black boots that went up to her thighs. She idly twirled a whip in the hand that wasn't resting on my neck, and seemed to think it was interesting to intermittently change which leg was crossed over the other.
"How can you say such a thing?! Of course she'll let him watch what he wants to. As his wife, it would be her duty to submit to him whenever he was in the mood for... you know..." The voice from my right shoulder faltered. She was also 3 inches tall, and looked just like me. However, where the first tiny version of me was sexy, kinky, and powerful, this version was pure, innocent and sweet. She wore an intricately frilly yet elegant dress that seemed to flow down my shoulder all the way to the floor, and was covered in gold and sparkling jewels.
"Uh..." I tried to think of a way to explain what I was seeing. "I must be tired. Maybe I'm asleep. That's it! I'm dreaming!"
"'Fraid not, sweetcheeks!" The bondage babe stated with a grin.
"We've been assigned to you until you make up your mind," explained the pretty princess.
How horrifying! "What if I never make up my mind?"
"Then I guess you're stuck with us," bondage babe answered with a shrug.
I wanted to make up my mind right then and there, but I just couldn't! I opened my mouth to blurt out the first answer that came to mind, and then stood there gaping and making awkward sounds for at least a minute before I realized that nothing was going to come out. I closed my mouth and resumed my pacing.
My door burst open to reveal my very best friend in the whole world, Soirse.
"What was the big talk about?" She demanded. "Do we need ice cream?" She asked, holding up a container of Haagen-Dazs.
I glanced to my shoulders, only to see that my two new β ahem β
friends
were still right there. Soirse was looking right at me, but didn't seem to see them. Maybe they weren't real after all.
"Oh we're real, baby!" bondage babe assured me.
"It's true, we are," pretty princess added.
I inhaled deeply, and then blurted, "Andy asked me to marry him but I didn't know what to do so I told him I'd think about it and now I'm thinking about it, but I don't know what to do!"
"Whoa! Slow down!" Soirse held up her hands. "That was too fast for me to follow, say it again."
I took a few calming breaths, and then repeated my sentence, only this time, I took longer than 3 seconds.
"He asked you to marry him?!" Soirse squealed happily and tossed the ice cream on the counter so that she could hug me exuberantly. I clung to her, afraid of making such a big step.
My shoulder bondage babe impishly decided to spout utter nonsense. "Did you feel that? Her heart skipped a beat. I think she's secretly been lusting after Soirse here for years. No wonder she doesn't want to marry that tiny-dick, sorry excuse for a man!"
I had a hard time not gasping in outrage, and was thankful when pretty princess did so for me. "You are crazy! Andy is a good man, and according to the mental images playing as we speak, he is rather impressively endowed!"
"Whatever, miss priss! Like you would even know what to do with one of those!"