I woke up in a different body, in the body that she gave to me. The woman I scorned made me into my greatest fantasy and dropped me in the middle of a pack of hungry men.
She would have been perfect for someone else, but not for me. I’m not the type of guy who likes to be nailed down, so when she asked me to take things to the next level I knew I had to end it hard and teach her a lesson.
But these men, they’re not the only ones that are hungry. In this lithe female body, surrounded by all these built men, a craving rises in me. I want to know what this body can take. I want to feel everything.
She didn’t take it well and she made changes to the very fabric of reality just to teach me a lesson. She made me a woman and put me on the path to temptation. The choice of what happened next, though? That was up to me.
I want to go down there into that crowd of men and tell them I’ll take them all on. I want to feel them surround me, feel their hands and their lips and more on my body.
Testing my limits, seeing where the breaking edge lies and seeing what lies beyond.
If I’m going to be a woman, I’m going to drink down every last drop.
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I wasn’t really a girl, that wouldn’t make a damn bit of sense. This was just the extension of the dream. I was still just dreaming, imagining my way through the world as if was real.
And this version of my room was very real. It had that same slightly musty scent that had been there since I moved in. The floor felt real under my feet. The body I was in felt real as I rocked back and forth on my tiny new feet.
But it couldn’t be real, because this didn’t happen in the real world.
Fuck Chloe must have done a number on me. I’d ended things badly with a few girls who got a little too attached in my time but they’d never lingered in my mind quite like her. To have her show up in my dreams immediately afterwards, it impressed me, to be honest.
But if I didn’t have to play the games of the real-life Chloe I didn’t have to play the games of the one in my dreams. If this was my dream that meant I was the one in control.
It meant that I could change things.
Screwing my eyes shut I imagined a different scenario. I imagined me back as my normal self but harder and more built, with a cock that was bigger than my already sizable one. I pictured two girls on my bed waiting for me. Hell, fuck it. I pictured Chloe and the girl I was right now moaning, kissing and gently caressing one another while begging for me to join them.
When I opened my eyes none of it had happened.
I was still her and I was still alone and that frankly wasn’t any fun. So I sighed and I figured that the best option was to pinch myself awake.
My fingers grabbed a tight piece of skin on my middle and squeezed and it hurt, but it didn’t shock me out of things. I tried my arm next, then my thigh, then idly just started pinching everywhere until there were little pinpricks of soreness all over my body and I was walking around the room searching for another way out.
Remembering something about reading a clock I checked the time then remembered I’d already done that. The digits were fine, nothing there I could use. I tried a book instead but it was still the same, recognizable words from the text I’d been assigned for class but had probably cracked only twice.
What the fuck was I going to do?
In my idle drifting my hands had done what came naturally to them. They’d drifted over the top of my shirt and started gently tracing circles around my nipples which were now getting hard enough to poke through the fabric.
I noticed my breath coming in ragged waves, and taking another look at the woman in the mirror I saw her again and for the first time.
She was absolutely my type. She was adorable and sexy all at the same time. My wry smile on her lips set off against the high pigtails she had her hair pulled into, I wondered what she’d look like bouncing in my lap.
I couldn’t get that sight, but I could get the next best thing.