Sleepwalking
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Sleepwalking
By Morpheus
I was just a sophmore in high school when I discovered my unusual
talent. One night I said good night to my Mom and Dad, same as every
night, then said good night to my sister Annie, who was a year older than
me, again like I did every night, and went to bed. Nothing at all unusuall.
But when I was sleeping, I think I had a rather strange dream, though
I couldn't remember what it was once I woke up. Only an odd sense of
drifting, perhaps of being on the ocean, though that doesn't seem quite right
either.
The thing is, I went to sleep, just like always, and suddenly woke up
again, feeling that something wasn't quite right. I couldn't quite grasp what
though. In the dark room, I looked over at my clock, but didn't see its
familiar luminescent face. At first I thought it was a power outage, and still
being groggy, it took me another few seconds to notice another clock further
away, not where mine usually was.
Feeling very confused, I sat up in bed, suddenly feeling that
something was wrong. for one thing, I felt something brushing my
shoulders, and for another, I felt some sort of weight hanging on my chest.
I woke up completely, and fumbled around and found a light next to the bed
and turned it on.
It was in shocked amazement that I realized that I was in Annie's
bedroom, rather than my own, and even more shock when I looked down
and saw that I had a pair of femenine, teenage breasts hanging from my
front. Somehow, I kept myself from screaming, probably being too much in
shock. I sat on the bed for several minutes at least, running my hands over
my body, feeling that these breasts were really on my chest, and that the hair
was somehow real.
Fearfully, I got up out of Annies bed, feeling how odd my balance
seemed. She wasn't fully developed yet, for which I was thankfull, but she
was defenitly a female. The two round bulges pushing up from under the
night shirt I was wearing attested to that.
Carefully, and Quietly, I snuck out of Annies room, and went to my
room next door. I hesitated, then cracked the door to my own room open,
and in the dim light, saw that my own body seemed to be sleeping on my
bed. Somehow this both relieved me, and made me a bit worried.
I started to tell myself that this was just a very odd dream, and made
myself go back to Annies bed and try going back to sleep to prove it. Oddly,
I was able to fall asleep right away again, almost as if I just willed myself to
do so.
Waking up the next morning, I was pleased to find myself back in my
own body, and in my own room. I yawned, convinced that the nights odd
experience was just a dream. I didn't tell anyone about it at breakfast, feeling
emberassed at having a dream that I was my sister. If I had told them, I
didn't think I'd ever live it down.
However, that night, it happened again. I woke up suddenly, feeling
someone next to me. Nervously, I slid to the side, and saw that it was my
own Mom in bed next to me. Again I was in shock, but my memory of the
night before calmed me down, ensuring me that whatever this was, it was
only temporarily. Checking in the bathroom mirror, saw that I was now my
own Dad. Scary.
I wondered if this was a dream, but couldnt' quite convince myself. It
felt way to real. In attempt to prove it one way or another, I went to my own
room, and again found myself lying in bed deeply asleep. This time I tried
to wake my body up, but after several minutes of shaking, had no response,
and gave up.
I needed some other way to prove this. I came up with an idea, and
ran to get some paper, and a marker. I covered my, or rather my Dad's,
thumb with ink, and pressed it onto the paper, leaving a thumbprint. I
smiled, then folded the paper and hid it under the lamp in the living room. If
I'd just written a note, it could have been explained by me sleepwalking, but
using my Dads thumb print, was something I couldn't fake that way.
Carefully, I crawled back into bed beside my Mom, afraid to wake
her up, and tried to go to sleep again. Again I found that I could push
myself to sleep at will. And again, I found myself in my own body in the
morning.
Going into the kitchen, I found my Dad confused as to how he woke
up with his thumb all black. This startled me, since I was still trying to
convince myself that it had been just a dream. When no one was looking, I
lifted the lamp, and found the paper folded underneathe. Opening it up, a
thumb print clearly stood out on the paper. I held my own thumb up to it,
seeing that they were obviously not the same.
I stood there for several minutes, unable to believe this. Somehow it
was real. I could take over my families bodies while we were asleep.
Over the next few weeks, I experimented with my gift, finding that I
couldn't get any of the neighbors, but I could get all of my family. I had to
think about them as I was going to sleep to choose who I was going to
become, and I also discovered how to stop myself from sleepwalking, as I
had come to think of my gift. I decided that it was a matter of distance, not
even thinking it might be because we were related until later. Eventually
though, I found for sure that it was distance, but at that time, I only
suspected. I also discovered that it only worked if both the other person and
I were both asleep, and that my own body never woke up during this sleep
walking.
I began to have a little fun with my gift, taking over Annie, then
calling some boy she went to school with, and told him that I, meaning
Annie liked him. I did a few other things that caused Annie some
emberassement, though I won't mention them here.
Basically, I just played around with it, amazed at the novelty. That
was until one night I went to sleep, and tried to become my Mom.
I woke up, feeling hands rubbing my breasts, and opened my eyes,
startled. I saw my Dad's face looking down at me, smiling. "I was hoping
you'd wake up" he says, rubbing more. I gasped, amazed at the tenseness
of my breasts, and how warm it was between my legs. I was too shocked,
and perhaps caught up in the new feelings to fight as my father started
making love to me.
This had been the first time I changed at night, and found someone
still awake. And this, was extremely odd. My body took over a little while
my father was making love to me, and I went along for the ride, ashamed at
myself both then and later.
After this was done, I forced myself asleep again I was horrified at
what I'd done, but at the same time, had enjoyed it. That scared me badly,
and I didn't want to take a chance of coming to like it. I decided not to use
my gift again, and for years afterwards, kept to that decision.
For years, until one night in college while drunk. By that time, I'd
almost convinced myself that I'd imagined the whole thing, and that my
sleep walking wasn't possible. I used my talent a few times after this,
though only rarely. And then, only to play a prank or two on my room
mate, or the guys in the dorms next to me. Overall, I didnt' used my talents
much.
It was while in college that I met with Gina. She was rather
beutifull, or would have been at least if she didn't have a few spare pounds.
She was still pretty cute though, and we got along very well, and soon
started dating. After college, we moved in together in a small apartement.
There were several times I considered proposing marriage, but it never
seemed quite right.
I was pretty happy, but Gina kept gaining weight. Mostly, it was
because she never really excercised, and unfortunately tended to be a bit
lazy. I suggested that we start jogging together every morning, but was
ignored. I know I should have accepted her as she was, but she just kept
getting fatter and fatter, and was losing what beauty she had left.
Finally one night, I came up with an idea, that could help.
That night, I shifted over, into Gina's body. I found it very odd, not
having been in a womans body for years, not since that last night I'd been
my Mom. I also found it odd having the extra weight on the body. Gina
wasn't completely obese or anything, but she was rather chunky.
I kind of wobbled around the apartement for a while, not bothering to
stay quiet since I knew that Gina wouldn't hear. I got dressed in some of
Gina's clothes, then got on the floor, and started doing sit ups. I did
stretches, sit ups and what excercises I could on the floor for almost two
hours, and was badly sweating, huffing and puffing when I was done.
Finally I was exhausted, and went back to bed, shifting back to normal. If
Gina didn't want to excercise because it was too much work, I was going to
do it for her.
The next morning, Gina complained about her sore muscles, and I
patiently listened to her. I hadn't realized that she'd feel the aches and pains,
even though I did all the work. An oversight that I felt slightly emberassed
about.
That afternoon, I went shopping for some workout clothes for Gina,
though I hid them rather than give them to her, knowing how angry she'd
be at me if she saw them. That night, I shifted again into her body, and put
those workout clothes on, then slipped out of the room, to the weight room
that was in the apartement building.
I started working with light weighst, not wanting to push her body
too far all at once. When I was done, I was sweating badly, and exhausted
as well. I stumbled back to our apartement, and showered. I made sure that
Gina was clean and dressed in the bra and panties she went to sleep in, then
shifted back.
Again she complained about the aching muscles, and I listened
politely. This continued for some time, with me spending several hours a
night working out in Gina's body. Origionally I only wanted to help her
keep from gaining weight, but got caught up, and liked the idea of her being
thin again. I worked out, and during the days, Gina started to admire herself
in the mirror as she miraculously started getting thinner. I admired her
appearance a lot too.
She was confused as to what was making her get thinner, but
certainly wasn't complaining. She even stopped complaining about the slight
aches and pains. I made sure to work out myself, in my own body a little, to
keep myself in good shape. Over the next two months, she got noticeably
much thinner, and her old beauty started to show through.
She started to wear more daring clothes, and seemed to enjoy going
out much more. She became more energetic and confident. And at nights, I
kept up working out in her body, more out of habit than anything else by this
time since she no longer needed it. She looked gorgeous. Thinner and
better even than when I met her.
Unfortunately, its her improved physique, and more daring attitude
that began to effect our relationship. She started getting a little cocky, and
tried manipulating me with her beauty, thinking that because she was thin
and beautifull again, she was too good for me. I humored her, though was
often annoyed at the attitude she was developing.
Then one day, I got home and found her sleeping with another guy.
In our bed. I was furious, but she just glared at me, and said I wasn't good
enough for her. That she could do better than me, and was leaving me. She
actually laughed at me as she walked out the door, leaving me standing there,
face red with humiliation and heartbreak.
I couldn't believe she did that to me, and submerged myself in work
for the next week, but kept coming back to the memory of her laughing
down at me. It made me furious. I moped around my apartement, now with
her gone, having moved in with her new, rich boyfriend.
I did all the working out and excercising that gave her those benefits,
because she was too lazy to do anything. I thought she loved me, and
wanted to make her happier with that, but now. Finally, I got angry and
decided to do something about this.
Since I'd taken over her so often, I seemed to have developed an
affinity to her body, and was able to sleep walk into her at much greater
distances than with anyone else. That night, after I finally decided on what I
was going to do, I waited till early morning, then went to bed, focusing on
shifting over to her.
I found myself in bed, next to her new boyfriend, and carefully got
up, not wanting to wake him. That would have spoiled all the fun. In the
closet, I tore small holes in several of Gina's new, expensive looking
dresses, leaving most of them for later. Start small, so as to not be as
noticeable.
Quietly, I walked around the house, trying to find my way around.
In the bathroom, I stared at Gina's thin, beautifull body, thinking "Not for
long". Going to the kitchen, I smiled a nasty smile. I found what I was
looking for, and shoved a whole Twinkie into my mouth at once and started
chewing. "Lets see how long she keeps her new boyfriend and slender
body, binging on junk food every night" With a malicious grin, I helped
myself to another Twinkie, and looked over at the small pile of junk food
still left to finish off. And tomorrow, I really get serious.
The End
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