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Dreamscape - Things That Go Bump In The Night - Chapter 2 free porn video
After the reviews are in it was predominantly decided to go with option
#3, but perhaps with some #1 as well. I think I can do that...
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Dreamscape - Things that go bump in the night
I opened my eyes at the sound of several loud bangs. It was a knocking
sound. "Harold! I know you're in there! Open up!"
The first thing I did was check my hands. They were still small and
feminine. I glanced at myself in the mirror. I was still the new me,
thank God. I was also still wearing the jeans and sweater from the night
before. I snuck towards the front door as the banging continued. I could
make out a silhouette and the voice was familiar. It was Albert Westig,
the department head from the university. What was he doing here?
He was looking for Harold, not me. I could be Harold's niece. I glanced
at the clock and realized it was mid-morning. I unlocked the door and
opened it a crack. "Harold went to the store to get some groceries."
Albert was by no means old and frail. He was mid-fifties and a big man.
He pushed the door open easily and grabbed my arm. "Don't lie to me,
Harold."
I just reacted. I grabbed his thumb, pulled and twisted to force his hand
to let go of me, I side kicked his shin and sent the palm of my hand up
under his chin. I could hear his teeth clack together as he slumped
heavily to the floor. Two more men were coming up the front steps. I ran
through the house and out the back door, barely dodging a third man
before finding the safety of the alleyways behind the house. I ran full
out slipping into homes and yards to throw them off my trail. I paused
while momentarily hidden in a hedge. How did Albert know I was Harold? I
needed to get to the university to try and find out. It was only a few
blocks away and I looked just old enough to blend in as a first-year
student.
I walked casually towards one of the side entrances and entered the
hallway keeping my movements towards the basement. When I got to the
isolation tank room I turned on the lights and looked around. Sure
enough, in the upper corner of the room was a camera. How had I not seen
that before? I ran upstairs to Albert's office. He'd left his door
unlocked and I quickly checked his computer. Unfortunately it was locked.
I made note of the computer name on top of the unit and wondered why I
would need that. I tolerated computers through my life, but I wasn't a
computer whiz and yet somehow I knew I could gain access to his data any
number of ways. I needed to go to the IT department. I slipped out of
Albert's office and around the corner just as I heard him and the other
men coming. I hid in the ladies' bathroom and found an empty stall to
assess my situation.
What was going on with me? How did I know how to attack Albert? The
changes were obviously deeper than my physical transformation. I knew
things I didn't know before.
I waited about thirty minutes before working my way to the IT department.
I was greeted by a young man who looked me over with obvious delight.
Young women were a bit of an anomaly in the IT department. "How can I
help you?"
As a professor I used to send students down to the IT department to pick
up laptops for presentations. I gave him a big smile. "I've been asked to
help Harold Wurstberger prepare for an upcoming presentation. He needs to
check out a laptop."
"Sure thing. I'll print out a checkout form and go get you one."
I watched as he turned and walked away and I ran behind the counter. I
was grateful that he left his computer logged in and unlocked. My
assumption was he had administrative rights on all the university
computers and I wasn't disappointed. I amazed myself by starting the
remote desktop connection application, attached to Albert's computer, and
created a new user name in the local administrator's group for his
computer. I reversed my steps to bring the computer back to the state it
was before and stepped back to where I should be just as the IT guy came
back with a laptop.
"I'm so sorry. I should've checked to see what kind of display port he
needed first. I'm so stupid. I'll be back later this morning."
"Sure thing."
"Thanks and sorry for the inconvenience."
"No problem. Come back anytime." His voice sounded eager for my return.
My next stop was the university library. Once inside I found a computer,
started up remote desktop and attached to Albert's computer with the new
credentials I just added for myself. I was still baffled I knew how to do
this. It was a little frightening.
I scrolled through the documents and began finding references to the
isolation tank. The more I dug the more I found. Albert had been riding
my coattails as his research involved subliminal messaging and knowledge
transfer upon subjects deep in REM sleep inside an isolation tank. I
continued to dig to find references to knowledge packs such as cyber
espionage, combat techniques, covert operative training, and vehicle
operations. He must have used these on me while I was in the tank.
I scanned through his web history and found many links to encrypted email
sites. I knew enough that he was either working for the government or
something more sinister. I then stumbled upon video recordings. Albert
had been watching me in the isolation tank for months. I opened the
recordings from the past few days. I saw myself step into the chamber
then the room was dark for several hours. Two men, Albert and my cancer
specialist entered the room. Why was he there? I watched in fascination
as Albert attached a computer to a port in the isolation tank, left the
computer there, and they both walked away leaving the room dark once
again.
Albert came back later to remove the laptop then leave once more. About
twelve hours later I watched the new transformed me emerge from the tank.
That's how they knew I was Harold. I realized I was going to need things
back at the house, but I've no doubt Albert or his men, whoever they may
be, were likely watching it. I needed bank cards, money, and clothing.
I headed back towards the house, keeping to the shadows and back streets.
A neighbor's tree gave me excellent visibility of my back yard and cover
for myself. There was one vehicle I spotted with a man watching the house
and I assumed another was monitoring the front. I saw no indication that
anyone was actually in the house. I had an idea and my new age and gender
would be perfect for pulling it off.
I climbed out of the tree and went to a house about five doors away. I
knew, Agnes Howe, a middle-aged woman lived there and she knew me, at
least the old me. I knocked on her door and Agnes answered promptly. "How
can I help you?"
"I'm Emily Hawthorn, Harold Wurstberger's niece. I've been staying with
him for a few days trying to help out around the house. He's terribly
ill."
"Yes, such a shame. He's gone through so much. He never mentioned you."
"I was his wife's brother's daughter and ever since Harold's wife died a
few years ago, we pretty much lost contact. I've never been out to his
home before but when I heard he was sick, it was the least I could do."
"You do have some family resemblance."
"Listen, I'm so sorry to bother you, but when I went to the university
today I noticed some suspicious people that seem to be watching the house
from cars. Now I see they're still here. It's creeping me out and I'm
scared to go in the house. I want to call the police."
She poked her head out the door and looked down the street. "By all
means. Please come in. We'll call them together."
"Thank you!"
I was surprised when a police cruiser came by less than fifteen minutes
later. It didn't take long for the men in cars to leave the area. That
was good enough for me. I wouldn't be staying at my place tonight
anyways. I just needed enough time to get in and get what I needed. I
thanked Agnes again and slipped in the back door to my house. It was
clear someone had been inside and rummaged around.
I grabbed a suitcase and piled my new clothes in, took the remaining
money, and identification that I would need to secure a room for the
night. The place still smelled bad and for some reason I didn't think I'd
miss the place.
I found a motel a few blocks from the university and checked in. I paid
cash just in case someone might be monitoring my credit cards. I sat down
on the bed and reviewed what I knew, but my eyes continually drifted to
the mirror to look at the pretty blue-eyed brunette staring back at me. I
couldn't believe it had been an entire day and I hadn't taken the time to
really get to know myself. Perhaps it was because I felt so comfortable,
but I knew with all the commotion and change it simply wasn't foremost in
my mind.
I stood and watched myself pull off my sweater and remove my jeans. The
young woman before me was quite attractive. I unclasp my bra and removed
my panties to stand naked in front of the mirror. My breasts were a
handful, slightly less than a C-Cup. They were pert and pretty with
absolutely no sag and nipples that demanded to be touched. They were very
sensitive. My vagina was framed with a triangle of short brunette hair
and as I turned I could view my round backside. I had a cute butt.
Overall I was lean and fit but I realized I needed some work. My hair was
a bit ratty, my legs needed shaving, and my nails were rough. I guess I
couldn't expect to be transformed into a spectacular beauty with makeup,
fingernail polish, and silky smooth legs. I put my clothes back on and
walked over to a strip mall where there was a hair salon. Seventy-five
dollars and ninety minutes later I left with my hair trimmed, cleaned,
and styled, and a manicure and pedicure.
I ordered out at a small Chinese restaurant and brought the food back to
my motel room. There I planned my next steps. I needed to visit my cancer
specialist and confront him as to why he was there in the isolation tank
room with Albert. I also needed to capture as much data as possible from
Albert's computer and to understand what was going on and who Albert was
working with to better determine if my life was in danger. To accomplish
these things I would need to get a flash drive to download files onto and
I could also upload a key-logger app on Albert's computer. I shook my
head. I shouldn't even know these things but I do.
I changed into a nightgown and got ready for bed. It was still early and
yet I was already tired. I assumed this was from the transformation and
that I'd be back to normal soon. I was somewhat frustrated that once
again I fell asleep before I had a chance to explore my new body.
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Light and color flooded my vision and I knew that once again I was
dreaming. My dreams were so vivid and clear, almost as if it what I was
seeing was completely real. I was standing in a meadow with the sun
warming my body. I ran my fingers along the tops of the grasses and
walked until I found a clear babbling brook.
"You're in danger."
I turned to see the angelic being from my dreams. "Who are you and why
have you been in my dreams throughout my life?"
"I've been sent to test and guide you. You were the first person to
defeat the evil one in your dreams."
"I don't understand."
"My kind exists between the worlds just as the evil being does. When a
human mind begins dreaming, their consciousness is close enough to our
realm that we can sometimes interact with them. For centuries we've been
testing people and you were the first to defeat the evil. We've guided
you through your dreams ever since."
"It was you that guided me to my wife?"
"Yes, and ultimately towards your career. We even had a hand in your
transformation and unfortunately that's why you're now in danger."
"This is all very confusing."
"There is a young woman that is very special and unique. She's the first
to be born human that has the potential to span our realms. She has not
yet unlocked her abilities and is in grave physical danger. We need you
to rescue her and that's why we have orchestrated your life to this point
so that you can save her. We've assisted in your transformation and even
guided your colleague to provide you the necessary skills."
"How could you guide me and prepare me to save this young woman's life
before she had even been born yet? I'm in my sixties."
"Your realm is constrained by time, space, and laws. Ours is not. Time
has no meaning to us. We simply know and prepare."
"Like a fourth dimension?"
"You could call it that. While time has no meaning for us, time is very
important to you. You must find this young woman and rescue her, but the
imminent danger lies from those nearest you."
"How will I know where to find this young woman?"
"We will guide you." The angelic being vanished leaving me more confused
than ever before. The light began to fade until there was nothing left
but utter darkness.
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Below I list a few possible scenarios for continuation of the story.
Choose 1, 2, 3, or suggest your own direction and let me know your choice
in your review.
Option #1 - Emily discovers the cancer specialist and Albert were working
together with the Russians to come up with a way to radically transform
ordinary people into highly trained soldiers. Emily was their first
successful test, but the transformation was an interesting side-effect
they want to pursue. With the Russians trying to capture her, she is once
again guided towards her ultimate mission, to save the young woman.
Option #2 - The story jumps to the young woman that needs rescuing,
revealing her story. She has dreamed of Emily her entire life. Being
raised in foster homes, she was mistreated, and several times attempted
to run away. On her last attempt at running away, she is captured by a
sex-trade ring. This ultimately is what she needs to be rescued from.
Option #3 - The United States and Russia have been theorizing about the
"Dream Realm" for decades. They've both discovered supernatural anomalies
that have begun to appear and believe these events might be caused by
Realm Bridges or Portals. Every time Emily dreams she is now creating a
portal and both governments are closing in on her, but also new anomalies
are happening somewhere in Colorado (this being the young woman Emily
needs to rescue). Albert Westig turns out to be a small pawn in a much
larger conspiracy.
Option #4 - Give me another option
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