"You like that don't you, you love my cock."
"Yes, yes yes yes, oh my god yes, I can't get enough of it!"
That's when I woke up. Another wet dream. What the hell is happening to me? Ok, so, since I've decided to write this out, I suppose that I should give the whole story. For the past week or so I've had a wet dream almost every night. The weirdest part of that though is that I'm a guy, a straight guy, yet, in all of these dreams, I've been a woman. Moreover, I've been kind of a slut, like, I seem to have an insatiable lust for cock. Weirdest of all, the man who without fail has been in every dream despite nothing else being a constant, is my closest friend John. It's always him, to be honest, I don't even think I could possibly see my female self with anyone else. It's as if had I been born a woman we would've been made for eachother. God, that sounds so weird, even as I say that though, I somehow know that it's true. I can't write anymore, it's way too weird and I have class.
Today was another normal day, it's so surreal going from my borderline porno dreams as of late back to normal life as if nothing is wrong. To an extent, I'm scared to go to sleep, I know that I'm going to have to live through another chapter of "How much of a slut can Alex be?" I can't afford to not sleep though, my grades would suffer too much. That's where I'll leave this little journal for the night I guess, here's hoping I don't wake up covered in cum again.
"I'm close babe, get on your knees, it's time for dessert!"
"With pleasure! You know how much I love your cum baby, I can hardly live without it."
"Well I hope you're ready because here it comes."
"Ohhhhh yeeesssssss, why do I ever let you finish anywhere else?"
Well, since I'm writing again I probably don't have to mention this but, obviously, it happened again. I mean, it wasn't exactly the same, he actually had an orgasm this time. That's new, I wish he hadn't, I can still taste him. *Sigh* I miss the feeling of having him in my mouth. God, what is happening to me? Why, why why why, why am I having these fucking dreams?! I'm skipping class today, I can't focus on anything right now.
*Knock* *Knock*
"Hey, Alex! You in there? You weren't in class and I wanted to make sure you were ok."
"Just, leave me alone, I'm busy having a crisis."
"I just want to make sure you're ok man, come on."
"I said leave!"
John just came to my door trying to check on me. I appreciated it, but, after these last couple of weeks, I'm afraid to be with him alone lest I somehow transform into the woman from my dreams and spread my legs right then and there. I'm not going to sleep, I can't, I refuse to be that person again, I wont lose myself and become that slut willingly.
"Crisis over man?"
"Yeah, I guess, I'm better today at least."
"Jesus man, did you sleep?"
"Can I just say yes and avoid you being worried?"
"Hell no! Don't make me drag you to a doctor or therapist to make you get help for your... whatever you have going on."
"I was up late watching youtube, it's nothing, I'm fine."
John is definitely getting worried, I don't blame him but it's not like I can just tell him what's happening. What, do I just call him up and say "Hey John, I've been dreaming of you. In each dream you fuck me like a slut and I love every second of it. That's why I'm having trouble sleeping." I can't do that, just imagining me saying it is convincing me that I am actually crazy. I can't keep writing this out, it just makes me think of the dreams, and, that is the absolute last thing that I want right now.
Four days, four days was how long i made it before exhaustion got the better of me. My fears were confirmed as soon as I actually did sleep though, I was that woman again. Four has more importance for this entry though. I swallowed or otherwise played with my friend's cum four times. I've been awake for hours now and I can't get the taste out of my mouth. Worse yet, I don't want to. I love the taste, I love the feeling of John's cock in my mouth while I danced my tongue around it to solicit my 'dessert.'
*Knock* *Knock*
I knew who it was, I knew what he wanted, I knew that I needed him. It's still so weird, but at this point. what option do I have?
"Hey John."
"Woah dude, you look exhausted, have you still not slept?"
"Oh, I slept, that's my problem."
"What does that even mean? What has been going on with you? Are you ok?"
"Well, here goes nothing."
I explained everything to him, every little detail, when I described his manhood I could tell that I was excruciatingly close to perfectly accurate based off his reaction alone. Just as I was about to finish catching him up, everything started to change. Small things at first. I felt like I had just gone through a mani pedi, my nails were perfect. My hair slightly changed color. Nothing drastic, but my normal brunette hair was darkening. At this point the changes were much less subtle. It was hard to tell at first but I soon knew that I had lost a few good inches of height and that my hair had grown much longer. My entire body seemed to shrink, my arms and legs narrowed slightly while my once decently sized penis withered away to something that could only generously be considered as phalic. Lastly, the big changes began. All of my body hair vanished in an instant. My chest began swelling into two modestly sized breasts while my nipples became much more sensitive. Finally, I felt as if my entire body was being resculpted in clay. My face took on a more feminine appearance, my tiny little dick pushed further back into my groin while moist lips parted just below leaving me with a tight new vagina and an incredibly sensitive clitoris. During that time, my body shape moved closer to that of an hourglass with my waist becoming narrower and my hips flaring out proudly.
"What, the, hell? Wai-wha-what just happened. That was like, magic right? I'm not crazy, right?"
"I-I don't know, I mean... you're a woman now? Wha-waaaaait wait wait wait, that dude wasn't lying?"
"What do you mean? Because right now, I'm reaallly confused."
"Ok, so, some random dude walked up to me before class one day and told me that he had a magic stone. More specifically he said that he had used it to change his friend into his slutty girlfriend and no longer needed it."
"So, you did this to me? What the hell man?"
"I-I guess, I didn't think it would do anything. I did what the guy said and wished for a beautiful girlfriend who was also my bestfriend. I guess the stone made you that girl..."
"Thank fuck, you can change me back then right? Do you still have the stone?"
"No, when nothing happened other than some cheap glowing effect I tossed it thinking that I had wasted my time."
I was a bit floored by that line. I had no way back. I was going to be a woman for the rest of my life. Would it really be all that bad though? I never disliked his cock in my dreams, in fact, I REALLY liked it. Maybe I should see if those dreams were accurate.
After we talked for a while my curiosity got the better of me and I placed my hand on his inner thigh which was a good enough sign for him to take control. When he took my virginity I couldn't help but smile, it hurt, but in a good way. After the pain subsided it was all pleasure. He wasn't fucking me, he was making love to me, he was gentle yet commanding. I was putty in his hands and every second felt like thousands. I felt right, I felt like I was who I was always meant to be. I loved this, I loved what we were doing, I loved him. Magic or not I did. It's not a perfect love story by any means, but it is ours, and that's all I needed. We made love for what felt like an eternity, sadly though, all good things must come to an end.
"I'm nearly there Alex... er, Alexis. Where do you want me to finish?"
I didn't even have to think. "My face."
As each jet of cum hit my face a little less of me cared what had happened. Whatever magic or otherwise caused me to turn into a woman did not bother me at all. I was happy, truly happy. Something I hadn't been able to say in years honestly.
"Well, was it all that you dreamt it to be?" He said failing to hold in a laugh..
I couldn't help but let out a laugh of my own before responding "Yes, yes it was."
(This one is really different to most of my recent stories. There is still, of course, the traveling stone because I just really enjoy using that particular catalyst. I hope that though it isn't in the same vein as "Life is a Game" and "The New Me" that you still enjoyed reading it. This was one of those times that I just sat down and had a lot of fun writing it. Wish I knew what to do in order to make that happen every time, but I digress. Once again, I hope you enjoyed reading my story and I hope you have a great day! ^_^)
