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This story will be something unique for me as the story is not completed.
It starts by telling the story of how a transition takes place, but then
leaves the future completely up to you. At the end of this section I'll
offer suggestions as to where the story could go next. Through your
reviews you can tell me what you would like to see happen in the next
chapter. You can choose one of my directions or suggest one of your own.
Each week I'll try to complete the next chapter.
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Dreamscape - The beginning of something wonderful
Have you ever had a dream that seemed so real when you woke you had a
hard time distinguishing whether or not you were still dreaming? Perhaps
you've had a dream in which you could control your actions, fly, or do
things you couldn't do in everyday life?
Dreams are powerful in shaping our destiny, establishing our goals and
desires, and altering our character. You might think to yourself that
dreams can't possibly do these things, but it was my dreams growing up
that set me upon a path to the point where I am today. My dreams gave me
my desire to seek justice, they created an interest in me that led me to
my career, and they led me to my wife.
When I was growing up, I used to have this recurring nightmare. In my
nightmare, a wondrous being would draw a line. The presence of the being
gave me such peace and the perfection of the line caused me to revel in
its perfection. A second being, a creature of horrible torment, would
come along and destroy the line and every time it did this I'd feel such
pain at the injustice of it all. This would repeat over and over again
within a single dream. After having this nightmare for several years, I
had another one that was remarkably different in that I was no longer an
observer, but rather a participant in the dream. I recall watching the
line being drawn, but then when the second being came to destroy it, I
fought against the being and prevented the line from being ruined. That
was the final time I ever had that nightmare but ever since that day I've
felt a strong sense of urgency to fight against injustice.
I recall another change my dreams had on me. When I was seven years old,
my mother and father couldn't understand that I used my knife and fork
with the wrong hands. It just felt natural to me to have the knife in my
left hand and fork in the right when I was cutting something, even though
I was right handed. One night I had a dream and I was using the fork in
my left hand and knife in my right hand. The next day, try as I might, I
found I was no longer coordinated cutting with my knife in my left hand.
Somehow my dream had altered my muscle memory.
Many years later I was struggling to decide who to ask to go with me to
the senior prom. I had several choices and was shot down in flames each
time I asked a girl. Then one night I had a dream that I had asked a
different girl to the prom. She wasn't someone I knew well, but in the
dream she said yes. The next day I boldy found her and asked her to be my
date. She was happy to go with me and ultimately became my wife. If it
hadn't been for the dream, I'd never thought of inviting this wonderful
person.
It was these dream experiences, plus many others that propelled me into
my career. I was fascinated by dreams and the power they held over me. I
became the world's foremost expert in the field of lucid dreaming. Now,
at the age of sixty-four and nearing retirement, I poured my energies
into the possibility of healing through lucid dreams. Why healing, you
might ask? My loving wife of forty-three years had recently passed away.
It was her illness and loss that drove me to seek methods of healing
disease through dreams. My wife had meant everything to me and I've been
lost without her these past two years since her passing. We never could
have children, though we tried everything. It had been a huge burden on
us through the years.
Ever since she died I'd focused all my efforts on healing dreams. I was
getting close to seeing results through some very unorthodox methods that
were frowned upon by the other researchers in the field. If you recall
the 1980 film, Altered States, a man used isolation chambers in
combination with hallucinogenic drugs to alter physical reality. This
movie was based upon some early studies I'd done involving herbs and
supplements to enhance lucid dreaming.
A lucid dream is one in which you can manipulate your dreams while you
are dreaming. Think of a lucid dream as a virtual reality environment you
have complete control over. In essence, you're awake inside your dream.
Similar to my dreams when I was young, a lucid dream can possibly give
you control that could alter your body or give it direction to heal.
My latest research had taken upon itself a new urgency as my doctor had
announced I was in advanced stages of cancer. If I could heal myself I
could at least leave something of lasting value to my life's work. I'd
begun taking an herbal concoction, mixing calea zacatechichi, mugwort,
silene capsensis, choline, and galantamine. Each of these herbs alone is
supposed to increase your dream vividness and lucidity. I combined this
with an isolation tank, a tank filled with neutrally buoyant body
temperature water where I could float as if in a woman's womb. The
complete darkness of the tank and lack of external sound stimuli,
combined with the herbal concoction and feeling like I was floating in
space made me enter lucid dreaming states far more frequently than ever
before.
It was one particularly trying day at the hospital when my doctor
announced he'd given me the last treatment he could give. He told me he'd
been stripping my stem cells from my body over the last six months and
his last ditch effort was to put them all back into my body in one
massive dose. He didn't think it would work, but he had hoped it would
give me the best shot at living longer. Stem cells are cells that have
the ability to become any kind of cells the body needed. His belief was
that my body would tell the stem cells what I needed to fight the
spreading cancer. He looked sadly at me and told me he doubted it would
buy me any time and that within two months I'd likely be gone. He
suggested I get my affairs in order.
I left the hospital and drove back to work in a daze. It was early Friday
evening and most of my colleagues had long since left for the evening.
They'd all but avoided me these past few years, shying away from the
'fringe' science I was doing. I wasn't surprised to find the research lab
completely empty. Earlier that week I'd prepared a month's worth of my
herbal concoction, but now it all seemed fruitless. I should just take a
trip and die on a beach somewhere.
I thought of going home, but I actually got far better rest from the
isolation tank. What would happen if I doubled the herbal concoction? To
heck with doubling it, I could take a month's worth. What could it do to
me anyways? Kill me?
I reached for the concoction and poured the entire contents into a
blender filled with water. It looked a little like a grass and chicken
feed milkshake and tasted like something that came out the south end of a
northbound cow, but over the next thirty minutes I managed to drink the
entire contents. By the time I'd gone down to the tank in the basement,
my head was already spinning. I set up the tank and stripped down,
ignoring the normal electrical leads I typically attached to myself. I
glanced at the mirror on the wall and looked over my naked body. My grey
and balding head, dim eyes, white sagging skin, protruding belly, chicken
legs, and age spots were the stuff of nightmares. Perhaps dying wouldn't
be such a bad thing after all. I stepped into the tank and laid myself
down inside then closed and sealed the door behind me.
I couldn't say how long it took me to fall asleep as in the perfect quiet
and darkness it was hard to tell how much time passes. I knew I was
dreaming when my world suddenly filled with color. My entire life I'd
learned and tried techniques to take control within my dreams but my
success was always limited. This dream was unique in that I knew I was
dreaming and I had full control, but I chose to go to sleep inside my
dream. I began dreaming within my dream and in that dream I chose once
again to fall asleep. This happened several more times. Some people
believe we have seven levels of consciousness, but also that we have
seven levels of sub-conscious. I felt like every time I fell asleep in my
dream I was moving farther and farther down into my subconscious.
Finally, I became aware of the dream I was now having. I could control
it, but I was content letting things happen. In the dream, I went to a
mirror and looked at myself. I was disappointed to see myself as many
times in my dreams I'm not me at all, or, I'm me, but my body is
completely different. Throughout my entire life, ever since I was twelve,
I had at least one dream per week that I was a young woman.
I began to recall that first dream now fifty-two years ago. I still
remember it vividly. I was inside a building, much like a firehouse. It
was dark and I couldn't see much around me, but there was a fire pole. I
remember reaching out and sliding down the pole, but instead of landing,
my feet entered some kind of rubbery skin tight suit. I tried to climb
back up, but the suit had wrapped around my ankles and held me down. My
arms gave out, their strength exhausted and I fell further into the suit.
It squeezed my legs and thighs. When it got to my waist, some kind of
device pressed up and into me. There was pain at first, and then it went
away as I slid further and further into the suit. When the suit was
completely over my entire body, my feet touched the floor.
I looked down at my body in the suit and the way it molded my body made
me look like a young woman. I ran my hands over the suit and it felt like
I had breasts and I seemed to be missing something between my legs. I
walked to a mirror and I pulled on the suit, peeling it off. When I had
it all removed I looked back in the mirror to see a pretty brunette girl,
perhaps eighteen years old, staring back at me. This new body had felt so
right in my dream. It was as if this is who I should've been my entire
life.
Ever since that dream over fifty years ago, I'd secretly held this desire
within me. I'd see women on television and long to be them. I wanted so
much to be able to tell my wife about my fantasy, but I knew she could
never relate to it. I'd spent my entire life wishing I'd been born
differently, yet being forced to live in a world that would never accept
my most deep felt desire. In my dreams as a woman, I was always that same
young woman. Sometimes I could control those dreams and others, I was
just pleased to have them.
A sound startled me and I looked up in my dream. The perfect being was
there. It had been so long since I felt her presence. She looked down
upon me and smiled. I watched her draw the perfect line. It was like she
spun a thread of the finest silk. It was so straight and pure. I was
enraptured by the perfect being and the perfect line. It was as if she
was speaking to me. That this line represented my life, the one I
should've always had. I yearned for it, I wanted to touch it but I was
afraid I would ruin the perfection.
Another sound caused me to turn around. He was there, the imperfect being
of chaos and terror. I cringed and shrank away in fear knowing what it
was about to do. After a few moments, something rose up from deep within
me I was filled with rage against the creature. I reached for it and
fought it before it could get to the perfect line and destroy it. We
battled back and forth for what seemed like hours but must have been only
seconds. I had the monster in my hands and I was choking its life from
it. The beastly voice crackled. "If you kill me you destroy your real
life and you'll be forever lost. She! That life! It leads to death and
destruction!"
I squeezed and squeezed until the creature dissolved in my hands. I
looked back towards the beautiful presence and the perfect line. I felt
her acceptance and love. The line spun and became a pole. I was in the
building that resembled a firehouse again. It was dark with the exception
of the pole that seemed lit. I reached for it, knowing there would be
some pain as in my first dream. I felt the cold of the pole in my hands,
but I had no fear. I hoped that I'd slide into that suit once again. I
slid down the pole and my feet entered the warm silky suit. I didn't
hesitate, but let go this time. I felt the suit rise over my legs and
waist. I felt the sharp pinch as I had before. My feet touched the ground
when I was fully enveloped in the suit. I reached for myself and felt the
telltale softness of breasts on my chest. I ran to the mirror, excited to
see myself except that the mirror was gone! I pulled at the suit, but I
could find no opening. The darkness closed in around me. I tried to fight
it, to remain awake, but I succumbed and fell into the blackness.
I opened my eyes, but the darkness remained. Was I awake for real, or was
I still dreaming? I moved my hands until one touched an unyielding wall.
I reached up over my head, my hand grasping a handle. I twisted and
pushed. Cool air poured inside the chamber. Faint light registered in my
eyes. I slowly extracted myself from the chamber. My body felt
exceptionally refreshed and light. I fumbled into the room, the only
light coming from a crack under the door. I found the light switch and
turned on the light. The light blinded me at first. I was disoriented and
felt off balance. My eyes began to adjust as a shape in a mirror began to
form before me.
It was me, but then again not me. It was the female me from my dreams. I
must still be dreaming, but even this felt so much more vivid and
realistic than any dream I'd ever had. As always in my dreams when I was
a woman, I wanted to explore my new sexuality, but if it was a dream I
could find time to do that later. If it wasn't a dream then I was an
eighteen year old girl standing naked in the basement of the university.
I decided I should get some clothes on.
I looked around the room and found my old clothing. If this was still a
dream, then I should just be able to change the clothing at will, but as
much as I tried, nothing changed. I picked up the XXL shirt and size 42
pants and wondered what I could do with those. I put the shirt on and it
went to my knees. I rolled up the sleeves and used the belt from the
pants to tie it around my waist. The shirt oddly enough looked sort of
like a dress on me. I took my old wallet, keys, and phone and decided I
should at least go home. I glanced at the phone. The time was 6:37 pm.
That was strange, as it was Friday evening at 5:50 pm that I entered the
chamber. Crazy dreams I have... I then glanced back at the phone and it
said Sunday. This can't be real. I had to be dreaming still. If not, then
not only had I transformed into a young woman, but I'd spent two whole
days in the chamber!
I sat down in a chair to think for a moment. I could still be dreaming or
I might truly be awake. If I really was awake, how did this happen? I'd
taken a month's worth of the herbal concoction and... and the doctor had
given me a super dose of stem cells. Cells that could become any kind of
cell in the human body. Could it be the combination that transformed me
into the person I always wanted to be in my deepest subconscious mind? If
this is real, then what should I do? How do I know if it is real or not?
If it's real, do I still have cancer?
I looked at my reflection again. Long brunette hair that was still
soaking wet from the chamber clung to my back. My deep blue eyes blinked
back at me, my full red lips set in a contemplative frown. I was so much
smaller than my old body. I looked at the remaining clothing scattered on
the floor. What should I do? I've got no name, identification, or money.
But wait, I'm still me. I have tons of money from my wife's insurance and
our nestegg we set aside for retirement. The home was paid for as were
the vehicles. The doctor... He told me to get my affairs in order. What
if I was never found, eventually I'd be declared dead. I could create a
new identity for myself, and transfer everything into my new name. Or, I
could take all the money and a vehicle and move to another country.
That actually made some sense. I'd just been told I only had a few months
to live. Taking a car and withdrawing a large sum of money and
disappearing wouldn't be out of the question. There was no one around so
I didn't even have to sneak as I went back to my office but I kept
pausing every few steps as my breasts bounced under my shirt and
distracted me. I'd found a big bag and put the rest of my clothing in it
and dragged it behind me. When I got to my office I sent an email to my
department head. He knew I had cancer and secretly I think he was happy
the old crazy guy might be gone soon and that would open up another
tenured position. In my email I told him about my recent diagnosis and
that I was taking an extended leave effective immediately.
I closed and took the work laptop with me. I knew I'd be doing some very
odd Internet searches and I wanted none of that on my home computer. I
glanced at my muted reflection in the window and smiled. It felt so
incredibly good to be who I always thought I should've been. My perfect
smile reflected back at me making me want to smile even larger. I was now
beginning to believe this was all real and my research and life's work
really was validated. I looked around my office and grabbed a few
trinkets of value and then paused on my way out the door as I spotted my
old fogey hat. I'd need that one last time.
I got to my car and put the now oversized hat on my head with my hair
pulled up underneath. I tipped it down in the front to cover my face,
stuffed my shirt with my pants, and then drove out of the parking garage.
The exit had a camera and I wanted it to take a picture of something that
appeared much more like the old me than the new me. Once on the road I
tossed the hat and pulled the abrasive pants from under my shirt and
headed home.
When I entered my home, it felt quite strange. Everything seemed a little
larger and items I'd accumulated over the years no longer felt like my
style. I looked at the kitchen counter at all my drugs I'd been taking,
neatly lined up in a row. I'd not need those anymore. With new eyes, the
home felt like it belonged to someone very old, which was the case, but
it was the freshness of my perspective that made it so.
I went to the bedroom and looked at my old bed. The air in the room
smelled of sickness. I didn't realize just how bad I'd been. I opened
windows and drapes, and then realized I'd been making mistakes. If I were
to pull off the story that I'd simply taken off to complete my bucket
list, I'd not have some girl's fingerprints all over everything. I went
back to the kitchen sink, grabbed a wet towel and wiped down all the
places I'd touched. Before I could truly explore my new body I needed to
get a few things. My wife, Mabel's clothing was still in a box. I'd never
got rid of them. I didn't relish the idea of wearing some of her
clothing, but I couldn't go buy new things wearing what I was. I found
some kitchen gloves and rummaged through the box of clothing. I found a
dress that would be bulky on me, but wouldn't arouse too many suspicions.
Mabel also had an old pair of flip-flops she used when she went to the
pool to swim. I stripped out of the shirt and belt and put on the dress.
I looked like a girl dressed up as a granny, but it was passable.
I always had some cash on hand in a little home safe so I went there and
made a withdrawal of four hundred dollars. I then drove to Walmart and
spent the next three hours shopping for clothes. I received a few strange
looks due to my granny dress and flip-flops, but it was Walmart after all
and I wasn't the strangest looking person in the store by a long shot.
After I found clothing that fit me well I looked for other things I'd
likely need. I loaded up with everything from female hygiene items to
some basic necessities like toothbrush, brush, deodorant, razors, and
hair care products. I admit I was a little frightened going through the
checkout with tampons but I felt I needed to be prepared for any
eventuality.
I headed back home and was careful to limit my activity in the house. I
bought gloves to keep my fingerprints off things, showered to get the
mineral salts from the isolation tank off me, and changed into a pair of
jeans and a sweater. I headed back to the bedroom which already smelled
better having the windows open for a while. I grabbed a new set of sheets
and stripped the bed, leaving the old sheets on the floor. I'd replace
them when I left the home for good. Now that I had the sheets replaced, I
felt comfortable assessing myself.
I lay down on the bed and considered all the options. I'd need a new name
as Harold Wurstberger just didn't suit me anymore. How about Emily? Emily
Hawthorn. That had a nice ring to it. I wanted to explore my new body but
I was rather surprised that I began drifting off to sleep. My eyelids
became heavier and heavier and I was nervous. If I fell asleep now would
I wake up back as the old me or the new me?
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Now comes you part of the story. Below I list a few possible scenarios to
continue the story. Choose 1, 2, 3, or suggest your own direction and let
me know your choice in your review.
Option #1 - Supernatural twist - Emily falls asleep and has another
vivid, lucid dream. In this dream she has full control and finds a house
in the middle of a field. It's a scary place and the door to the basement
is locked but she hears sounds down there. It's her dream so she twists
the basement door handle to the point where it breaks. In the basement
she finds another door with many locks. Beyond it is a blonde-haired girl
about her own age. The girl rushes into Emily's arms expressing her love
for Emily when a man wielding a large knife enters the room. He's a
member of a sex slave ring. The dream fades and the angel-like being
speaks to Emily telling her young girls are in danger and she was chosen
to help them. The dream was a foreshadowing of things to come. The angel-
like being tells Emily she will have dream-like powers in real life to
help her accomplish her task.
Option #2 - Normal life - Emily wakes and decides she needs to start her
new life but finds it more challenging than she imagined. Accessing money
was hard and with no identification she has to decide whether or not to
abandon her ideas or go to the police to see if they could help her. A
young man she meets might become her only salvation.
Option #3 - Spy novel - Emily struggles to get her life in order and
finds she is responding to different situations out of character. She
knows how to fight and understands computer hacking. There's something
not right about all of this and she begins to think that something else
happened to her at the university, that and she thinks someone is
watching her. Did her old department head do something to her? Emily
finds herself caught up in an international web of intrigue.
Option #4 - Insert your idea here.
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having the next chapter to you within a week's time.
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