Bunk Beds -- Chapters 1 - 10 free porn video

Disclaimer: All people in this story are fictional and any resemblance to living people is a cryin' shame. It was created to be a pleasant fantasy. Bunk Beds: Chapter One By Isis Eris I was the fifth name on the lease; I was a last minute addition. The thing is that it's only a four bedroom apartment and I'm the fifth person - and the only guy. We figured that I could put some of my stuff in the living room and I could make my own little corner there so I could do stuff on my computer. As for where I would sleep...Well, it was an unusual apartment. Each of the four rooms had bunk beds in them. I'm not kidding. Bunk beds. In an apartment complex in a college town. I actually think that's part of the reason why the place was cheap. Part of the agreement in the lease said that we could not alter, remove, or replace the bunk bed frames. The girls decided that it was a pretty small quirk, considering the rest of the place was in top shape. So my 'area' would be a corner in the living room and I would just cycle through the extra bunks. I was the last person to move in. I arrived later that night. I had my stuff in the back of my junky truck and went up and knocked on the door. Cindy was the one who answered the door - she was a short Asian girl who was studying in the music program at college. She was 5'2 but hard to miss due to her hair that was died blue and went mid-way down her chest. She had a cute butt though, and good legs. Not that I'd think about her like that. She's one of us misfits. "Hey, Loren," she said. "Do you need some help?" "Yeah, that'd be nice." "Okay. I'll go get Beth," she said, and walked off. After a few moments Beth appeared in the doorway and my pulse quickened. I'll admit, I actually have a monster crush on Beth. She was as beautiful as she was wonderful. She was an English major like me and was just as engrossed in obscure Sci-Fi shows and video games as I was. And, umm, she was top heavy. She was 5'4 but her boobs were huge. I bet she has trouble getting shirts that fit her right. "Hey, Loren!" she said and gave me a hug. I felt her breasts briefly brush up against my chest. "I think Amy volunteered me to help you move in stuff. How much stuff do you got?" "Well, the biggest thing is the desk," I said, blushing. "Then just a few boxes of junk and a big duffel bag." We both grabbed a box - there were only literally two boxes in my truck - and I slung my duffel over my shoulder. We just put them next to the big couch in the living room and then went back to the car again...It was going to be interesting living with Beth. It was probably a bad idea to move in with her. She doesn't know how I feel. But she's in our circle of friends, and I couldn't find any other housing options. But it could be fun. We could just go to the mall together anytime we wanted and look at clothes. (I know most guys aren't into that, but I like it.) We had the desk half-way up the stairs when we realized the door was closed and there was only two of us. The desk was heavy - the only thing of value I owned - so we put it down. Beth went into the apartment and came back out with our friend Jenna. She was actually the same height as me - 5'6 - but that's where the similarities of our body ended. She was what you'd call a curvy girl - not fat, just fantastic hips and boobs. If that weren't enough, she always had to go around wearing low-cut tops that showed off her cleavage...Unlike Beth, who usually tried to cover her breasts. She was a very positive minded person and always in a perky mood. She could really sing, too. Jenna kept the door open and Beth and I moved the desk over to what would become my little corner. "It's going to be so much fun having you around," Jenna said. I had started to give a reply in the affirmative but I was distracted by the presence of my last roommate - in the nude. Karen was walking through the living room with just a towel over her shoulder. She was the tallest of all us here at 5'10 and she had a somewhat athletic build. Her blonde hair was usually in a ponytail or braided but at the moment it hugged her exposed backside. "Karen!" Beth exclaimed. "What?" Karen asked . "You're just going to prance around the apartment naked?" Karen shrugged. "Sure. We're all girls here." Beth gestured in my direction. "What about Loren here?" Beth demanded. I could feel an erection coming on as I craned my neck upwards to look Karen -naked Karen - in the eyes. The blood wasn't just engorging in my genitals, it was going into my face too - I could feel a fierce blush coming on. "Like I said, we're all girls here," she said, and shrugged. "I've always seen Loren as one of the girls, too," Jenna admitted. With that Karen turned around and headed into one of the two bathrooms. "I can't believe that girl," Beth said to herself, then turned to me. "Are you okay?" "Yeah," I said, though I was still flustered. "I should probably go to bed. It's getting late." "Whose room will you stay in tonight?" She asked me. "Yours," is what I wanted to say. But I actually said Cindy's. She hugged me again, her bust squishing up against my chest, and said goodnight. *** Cindy wasn't in here room at the moment, so I took off my shirt and my jeans. I was just standing there in my underwear with an erection. My penis is pretty small - it's almost four inches long. Almost. But it was still pretty obvious I was hard. There were a ton of blankets and pillows on Cindy's bed so I took the top one and a purple pillow. I laid down in the bottom bunk and put the neon-pink blanket on top of me. I was okay with pink; secure in my sense of self. But I was still so turned on. One of my hands found it's way to the shaft of my penis, and I took it between my pointer finger and thumb, and began stroking it. I started to imagine that it was night, and Beth had just come out of the shower. She was embarrassed, and so was I, but I got to see her - "You thinking about Karen or Beth?" I stopped masturbating and opened my eyes - Cindy was in the room. She had her back to me and was changing into a tank and some shorts. I couldn't see any of her body due to her long hair. "Wh-what?" I asked. "Well, you just saw all there is to see of Karen," she said, "But it's obvious you have a thing for Beth. So who were you whacking off to?" "I-I-wasn't," I stammered. "Uh-huh," she said. "I saw an awful lot of action going on under that blanket. You were thinking of one of them. But whatever. I'm glad you're open with your sexuality. I was wondering how I was going to finger myself on the nights I got you as roommate." I closed my eyes. Maybe this truly was a bad idea; it has only day one and already there's already been an absurd amount of sexual tension! I think Beth was my only roommate who had any modesty. But I was forced to concede that I was living in a pretty cheap apartment with my friends, and if that was the worst thing I had to deal with then I was living a pretty charmed life. I drifted off to sleep with a faint sense of optimism. *** I was standing in a white void. - kind of like when Sisko was talking to the prophets in Deep Space Nine. Or when TV shows try to portray the afterlife. For a moment I wondered if I had died. In the distance I saw three figures - but the light was so bright I couldn't make out who they were. It then came to my attention that Cindy was standing in front of me, completely naked. As soon as I got hard I realized that I was equally naked. "On your knees, boy!" she said. I had no power and my body moved without me willing it do so. I was now on my knees looking up at Cindy - or at least as 'up' as I can, considering how short she is. "Lick me dry," she said. And I obeyed. I've never had sex or even oral sex in real life but I seemed to instinctively know what to do. I parted her labia and moved my face in close, my tongue at the ready. Then my tongue got to work. She was enjoying what I was doing - she kept shouting things like, "Yeah boy!" and "That's it!" Finally her whole body became tense and she let out the first note of s shriek of ecstasy - *** And then I woke up. I heard myself say, "Oh, God, that was good." It had been pretty intense - I think that must've been a wet dream, because I definitely had stuff on my crotch. I looked up at the ceiling and let out a long heavy sigh, and all the tension in my body melted away. Then I realized the implication of seeing the ceiling - I was on the top bunk! I distinctly remember falling asleep on the bottom bunk. How did this happen? Even if I did sleep walk or something at the exact time Cindy was out of the room I doubt she'd just let me sleep. The afterglow from my wet dream was making it hard to think. "This can't be happening," I heard my own voice cry out. "Oh, God, why?" Funny thing was I didn't say it. And it wasn't like the dream where I couldn't move on my own accord - my throat had made no sound. So where the hell did my voice come from? I slid over to the edge of the bed and hopped down onto the floor only to catch a glimpse of myself running out of the bedroom. I was obviously still dreaming, but I wanted to know what the hell was going on in this dream so I followed my body-double into one of the bathrooms. I saw in the mirror my own body in the fore-front and Cindy's naked body behind him - me? But I wasn't standing in front of the mirror - that was someone who was not me. I looked down to discover that I actually had less body fat in my breasts, but my areolas were way bigger and my nipples had grown, too. I had two perky, very small, female breasts. And nothing seemed to be jutting out from in-between my legs. I was "in" Cindy's body. My body turned and asked me, with tears streaming down the cheeks, "Who are you?" "I'm Loren, " I said with an air of apology. "Is this a dream?" "I really hope so." Cindy - I'll refer to her by her name, even though she was in my body - started wailing then. I don't think she thought it was a dream. I was starting to doubt this as well. It was just too real. But then again, it could be that kind of nightmare where the horror comes from you thinking you're not asleep. Jenna had quietly appeared in the mirror. Apparently she had heard Cindy crying and came to investigate - she was really caring and always ready to comfort her friends. But she looked somewhere between confused and disgusted. "What exactly is going on in here?" She asked. Both Cindy and I turned to face her. She had probably seen Cindy's naked body before, but I'm pretty certain she had never seen mine. She could, now, thanks to Cindy's nudity. One beat later and both Beth and Karen had joined Jenna at the entrance to the bathroom. Beth was in a tank- top and some cotton shorts and Karen was only wearing jogging shorts; Beth looked away immediately but Karen was checking out my body. "Hey," Karen said. "No fair. I get yelled at when I walk around naked." Beth looked into my eyes. "What did you do to Loren?" "I'm Loren," I said again in the same tiny voice. The three roommates gave me blank stares. "Is this a dream?" Cindy cried. All three roommates at the door confirmed that this was not a dream. "Are you saying this is like some Freaky Friday thing?" Beth asked. I nodded, and realized that I was now crying too. But I didn't let any sounds out. I was comfortable with my masculinity but I hated to let anyone hear me cry. "This is a joke, and this is making me uncomfortable," Jenna said. "If what you say is true, then you - the boy - I'm going to ask you something only Cindy would know." "Okay," Cindy cried. "Wait! No," Beth interjected. "If this is a crude prank then they probably would've told each other the most obvious questions we'd ask. But I bet Cindy wouldn't have had the time to bone up on Sci-Fi trivia." "That makes sense," Jenna said. "So answer me this, 'Cindy'. What enemy was featured in the First Doctor's last serial?" "Doctor Who?" Cindy sobbed. "The Cyber men," I said. "The Tenth Planet." "Holy fucking God," Beth said as she embraced me in a hug. My naked body was pressed against her, and I felt an electric charge. I was getting an erection. Well, two erections - my nipples. She turned to the other roommates and said, simply, "It's for real." *** Jenna had brewed some coffee for all of us - well, tea for Beth and Cindy. Both Cindy and I were sitting on the couch, uncomfortable to be around one another but afraid to put too much distance between ourselves and our real bodies. Jenna had loaned her some clothes - pink sweatpants that said "pink" in white letters, and a white tank top. She was also wearing a bra, which was obvious, but my body's breasts left the majority of the cups empty and it gave an odd look. I had simply put on a pink bathrobe of Cindy's. "At least I have bigger boobs now," Cindy said to herself. "Hey," I said. "I had some excess fat build up at puberty. It happens to guys, sometimes." "Shame you have such a tiny cock," Karen said, smirking. "Hey!" I said. Jenna brought out two folding chairs so that she and Karen could sit near the couch, too. Beth was sitting at Cindy's side. "There's no need to pick on one another's inadequacies," Jenna said. "We're all on the same team and this is a very stressful situation. Let's go over the facts. What is the last thing both of you remember about last night?" Both Cindy and I confirmed that we just went to bed normal, with her in the top bunk and me in the bottom bunk. We hadn't made out, or used some magic crystal, or anything weird like that. It turns out Cindy had the same dream as I did - except she was in her own body then. "It was like a lucid dream. I knew that I could say or do whatever I wanted. Except I had to do something about my horniness. So I commanded Loren, who I suddenly wanted to fuck, to go down on me, and he did." "It wasn't a lucid dream for me. I didn't have any control over my own actions," I said. "You sure had control of your tongue," She laughed. "Nope. That moved on its own, too. Besides. I've never actually..." I trailed off and blushed. Our other three roommates had gone extra quiet and looked freaked out. Wide-eyed. It was a pretty weird situation. But then one by one each of the other three girls admitted they saw this go down in their dreams last night - but they were standing from afar. Obviously the figures I had seen in the distance. "I was very horny," Jenna admitted bluntly. "I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life! I absolutely needed a guy in me right that instance. But I could only watch those two, and I couldn't do anything to myself," Karen recounted. "M-me too," Beth stammered out. "We all had the same wet dream," Jenna mused. "And then the next day you two wake up in each other's bodies. It can't be coincidence." "Wait, Cindy's domme-side!" Karen shouted out. "What about it?" Cindy grumbled. "Well, last night you went to bed in the top bunk, and Loren went to bed in the bottom bunk. In the dream you commanded him to go down on you. Top and bottom, get it? The person in the 'top' was in control." "Okay...But what does that have to do with body switching?" Cindy asked. Nobody had an answer. A silence fell. "Are we stuck like this forever?" I asked. I saw my own face look back at me in terror. "I don't wanna be a guy forever! It feels so wrong!" Cindy said. "Maybe it'll work again tonight," Beth suggested. "Maybe you'll switch bodies back." "We should try that," I said. "Yeah, "Cindy said. "But what are we going to do today? I've got a lecture later today." "Well," I shrugged. "I guess I'll go." Chapter 2 I was staring into the mirror. The bright blue hair that hung down to my chest seemed so strange to me - perhaps even more so than being in a female body. Well, I guess suddenly being of Asian descent is weird, too. I can't believe this is happening to me. I looked at my reflection. I was wearing this black tank-top with a bizzare skull on it and lots of little red lightning bolts dancing about it. That was more punk-ish than my style, but it was closer to what I usually wore than the red and black checkered skirt I also had on. Or the red and black block leggings. I couldn't walk in the heels she offered me, so I'm in some black flats. Cindy had also put some make-up on me. Some Dark blue lipstick, eyeshadow of the same color, and she was in the middle of applying blush to my cheeks. I stared at her and sighed; She had cobbled up enough clothing from the other three girls to assemble an outfit for herself that suited my male body and her needs to be feminine. I have to admit that she looked better than a newbie cross-dresser. It looked like she was a transgendered girl who had just started her transition. She had a cute white blouse on and a pretty simple blue skirt to go with it. Karen had kindly donated one of her padded bras and Cindy managed to stuff it so it looked pretty natural. My bodies' legs had been shaven, which hadn't taken long, since I didn't have much. Cindy had also parted my bangs differently to hide my forehead. Cindy had insisted that she come with me to her lecture. Just in case I ran into any of her other friends or teachers she wanted to be able to whisper to me how to react to others. I had suggested I could just pretend I had a bad cold, but she didn't think that would be enough. Really, I think she was just afraid of being so far away from her natural body. "Ta-dah", Cindy said in a mocking tone. "What do you think?" I looked at the two of us together. "This feels kinda...loud," I said. "That's how I like it. I like to fuck with people's minds." "I also think I look surprisingly decent for a girl." "Duh! you've got my hot bod." "No, no - I mean, your body. My body. The one you're in right now. I didn't really think I would look that good 'en femme'." "Well, I have a superior sense of style, and if you give me a canvas, I'll paint on it. Let's go. I'll drive." *** It was a twenty minute drive to the art college Cindy went to - unlike the other girls, who were at one in town. "Do I still own this car?" Cindy asked. "What?" I asked. "I'm not in my body right now. Does legal ownership go with the body, or with the mind?" "Uh..." "Like, I don't have my ID on me. I can't prove that I'm Cindy Xiu right now. If I pull out my wallet, I have your ID. But legally, It's Cindy that owns the car. And pays for the insurance." "I'll let you borrow it anytime you like," I joked. "It's not like the police can scan your soul to confirm your identity. I feel like all of my possesions have been stolen, in addition to my body." I wasn't really deep into philosophy, so every sentence she said to me was a new thought. "I promise I'll give them all back. Maybe even tonight, if the Bunk beds work in reverse." "What about our love? Where does the ownership of 'love' come in? Do I have a crush on Beth now? Do I 'own' the crush you used to have on her?" "I still have a crush on Beth," I said. "So, no." "But the same crush! Is the same crush existing in two places? It there a copy of it in me now?" This did bring up an issue I had thought about. "Are you still attracted to boys?" Cindy thought for a minute. "Yeah." "I don't think my orientation changed, either. And Beth is still my crush." "Now that we're talking about Beth, though, I am crazy jealous of her rack..." *** Walking through the campus plaza I could feel all sorts of eyes on me. Some of them were just glancing at me, through me, or around me - but some people were staring. Some guys were grinning at me like they thought I'd be fun to have in bed; some other guys were staring at me and trying not laugh. I guess they didn't dig Cindy's style? The girls seemed to be nicer to me than when I was in my regular body; they'd make eye contact with me and smile as they walked past. Except for the ones who also didn't like 'my' style. One girl ran up to me. She was pretty tall--as tall as Megan, at least. She had these knee-high black boots on and dark hair that went all the way to her butt. Sort of like a beatnik in kinky boots. She gave me a hug and I quick hugged her back. "So this must be your friend Kendra, whom you met senior year of highschool and have been close to ever since?" Cindy asked. Kendra paused and grinned. "Who's your friend here?" "Loren," I said. "Hello, Lauren," she said. "I want to be polite, so I must ask: Which pronoun should I use?" "Feminine ones," Cindy said. "I just started my transition. So bear with me." "I don't care how you look one way or another. I just didn't want to offend you." "I'm staying with Cindy for awhile, and thought It would be fun to go to a lecture with her," Cindy offered. "I'm in the same class! You can go with us, chica," Kendra said, then paused. "Say, Cindy, what's up? You've barely said a word." "It's an experiment," I said. "In brevity." Cindy told me that her friends would totally get that excuse. "Oh, I totally get it," Karen said. So the three of us walked into an old auditorium and sat in the back, off to a side.The class was actually pretty interesting. It was "History of the Visual Arts" and they were in the renasance. I've seen plenty of art and stuff before but I've never really thought about things like shadow and light and balance. I guess I knew that they were there but I had never really had the words to describe what they were. Cindy was sitting beside me and just drawing in an extra notebook that we'd brought along. She figured it wouldn't make any sense for "Lauren" to take notes, after all. A few minutes after the professor dimmed the lights Kendra fell asleep so we didn't really have to worry about staying in character too much. When the class was over Kendra snapped awake and looked about in confusion. The three of us started to walk out of the building when Kendra paused and turned to face me. There was something different in the way she was looking at me - something conspirtal. "Uh, hey, you know I missed getting the notes today," Kendra said. "Would your friend here mind if we went to a Xerox real quick and make a copy?" Cindy wore a strained smile. "Sure, I don't mind. Cindy, you should just go along with whatever she says." She put extra emphasis on the "go along" part of the sentence and it was clear she was giving me a message here. "Let's go," I said to Kendra. "I think there's one this way," Kendra said. The two of us walked towards a stairwell as Cindy stared at me with worried eyes. When we started to go down the stairs Kendra surprised me by taking hold of my hand. She gave me that grin that people have when they're mock flirting with you - sort of like teasing. When we got to the bottom of the stairwell there was only a few extra chairs and desks and the door to a janitor's closet. Clearly, there was no copy machine here. "This place is usually pretty private. Let's get to it. You know I need some sugar after class...Let's do this quick," Kendra said. Her lips were locked with mine before I could even say anything. It was a furious kiss; it was my first kiss. My lips burned with pleasure and so did my crotch. I kissed back - it was fast, and aggressive, so I don't think she could even notice how well I was kissing or not. Then her tongue made it's way into my mouth and did a year's worth of flossing for me. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, too, and started exploring it in a careful manner. Then She broke off the kiss and pushed me away. Kendra hopped onto one of the extra desks and started to take off her shirt. I was greeted by a push-up bra that had a black band and bright red cups with skull emblems on them. I'm not sure what her size was but she clearly had a handful in there. She unhooked the back just by reaching behind herself - which was awesome - and her breasts were let free. Her right nipple was pierced with a golden ring. "Mommy needs a breast massage, little one," Kendra said, as she lifted me onto her lap. I had never touched breasts before, and I stared at them with awe. Her skin was pretty pale but it was smooth and flawless. How much could her right breast move without causing pain? Or was that the point of it? I didn't want to hurt her. "Mommy gave you an order, little one," Kendra said, this time with menace. I grabbed both of her breasts and started to move them in a circle. I could feel a sudden dampness in my panties. When I squeezed the breasts they would flow between my fingers like they were made of a liquid and not something as solid as skin. I closed my eyes; That burning that had started in my crotch had spread through out my body. There was no part of my body that did not have this desire scorching it. She started to tug at my shirt. Oh fuck, what am I doing? I asked myself. The part of my brain that had been shocked into silence started up again. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm about to have lesbian sex with a complete stranger in a body that isn't my own - and it's going to be my first time! This was bad. Very bad. Fucked up bad. I pulled away from her. "Brevity," I said. Then I bolted off, running up the stairs so fast I practically leaped up them. I saw Cindy standing nervously off to the side of the stairwell and I grabbed her by the arm and started to pull her out the door. "Watch it!" She aid. "We have to get out of here. Now," I said. I tore threw the campus in a straight line to Cindy's car. The whole time I was pulling her she was saying stuff to me but I didn't hear it. I ran to the passenger side of the car and pulled at the handle - it was still locked. Cindy must have been worried now because there was a ka-chunk sound and then the door was unlocked. I took my seat. "We have to get out of here," I said. And so we did. *** We hadn't said anything the first five minutes of our drive. The silence was so strong that it was practically crushing me. I couldn't take it. I had used the five minutes to put my thoughts into order but it was apparent that was a fruitless endeavor. "You and Kendra?" I asked. Cindy's eyes were locked onto the road. "'Little one?" I asked. "Kendra and I fool around sometimes," Cindy said quietly. "I didn't know that you were bi," I said. "Not that being bi is a bad thing or anything. But it sure would have better prepared me for...that!" "I'm not bi," she said. "She had her breasts out and was trying to take off my shirt," I said. "Like I said, we fool around sometimes." "But you're not bi? So you're a lesbian?" "No." "Help me out here!" I cried. There was silence again, but it was obvious Cindy was trying to put words together in her head. "Kendra's the coolest person I've met here. Not that you girls aren't cool. But Kendra really gets my style, and what my art's all about." "So...Is it love, then?" "No," Cindy said. "Kendra likes to fuck with people's minds, too. She respects that part of me. I was afraid that if I didn't go along with her - advances - that she might think I didn't have an edge. That I'd gone soft." "I don't see how that works at all," I said. "Don't go judging me." "I'm not! It's just that -" "You're acting like you're the victim here! You're on vacation in that body. I actually have to deal with this Kendra thing. It's my life!" "That was my first kiss." Cindy's face turned from anger to sadness. "It was the first time I ever touched another girl's breasts." She eyed me. "What about 'my' breasts?" "They were 'mine' when I played with them. This was different. It was something between two people. It was hot, but it should have been special." "And what was up with the 'little one' stuff? I though you were supposed to be the domme!" "Fuck you," she said. The conversation ended. *** All of our other roommates were waiting by the door when we got back in. Curiosity and fear were written all over their faces. Neither Cindy nor I said a word. Cindy stormed off into her room before she could be questioned. The other girls looked at the door to Cindy's room; then they looked at me. "I take it things didn't go well?" Jenna asked. "No," I said. "What happened?" Beth asked. "It was going pretty good until we got to the part where -" I stopped. I'm pretty certain tears started rolling down my cheeks. No matter how screwed up Cindy's personal life was I didn't think it was any of my business to expose it. I also didn't really want to tell them how I had my first kiss and got to second base with a girl two hours after meeting her. "I'm going to take a shower," I said. As I started to walk to the bathroom Beth hugged me. I felt nothing and waited for her to let me go - and when she did, I locked myself into one of the bathrooms. Obviously, I didn't care how clean I was - it's not like I had gotten dirty during the lecture - but there were other things I wanted to wash off of me. Not to mention the fact I wanted to be alone and I didn't have my own room. So I took a shower. A long shower. *** I had stayed in the bathroom after my shower. I was looking at my cellphone. It was about 10:00 PM. Jenna had knocked on the door and tried to talk to me a few times but I played the angsty teenager card and told her to leave me alone. Now it was 10:02. Maybe Cindy had gone to bed already. I walked over to her bedroom door with soft steps, just in case she had already fallen asleep. I certainly didn't want to talk to her again tonight. Pushing the door slowly, I discovered she was wide awake and very busy - masturbating! She was in my body and jacking off with my dick! I wanted to shout out, to stop her, but I was speechless. Then she came and - well, the carpet was soiled. She breathed out a long sigh and sat on the bed. That's when she saw me. "Who were you thinking about?" "David Bowie and Iggy Pop," she said. "You masturbated in my body?" I asked. "Didn't you masturbate in mine?" "I don't even know how to do that!" "Right. Well, if I wasn't so pissed off, I might give you some tips. But not now." I sighed , and said, "I didn't mean to hurt you, Cindy. I was just - " "No," she said. "No more talking tonight. I took some nightquill and I'm going to bed. Goodnight." "Good night," I said. I helped myself to some Nightquill, too, and then I layed down on the bunk bed. *** A realm of pure light. White. Whiteness. Pure white. The total absence of shadow. I was in this place again. The three figures were once again there in the distance and I now had the pleasure of knowing they were my friends - who were about to observe Cindy and I get it on. Cindy was once again standing in front of me, completely naked. Except this time I was looking at my own body. Cindy was as erect as I can get - which is four inches. About. I could see a devious spark in her eyes. There was some kind of spark inside of me, too, as I was hornier than I had been when I made out with Kendra. "On your knees, boy!" She shouted. I fell down to my knees. "Suck. My. Dick!" she said. I found inched closer to her and put my neck down until my vision was full of my own dick. I licked at the tip awhile, before licking all the way up and down the shaft. Then I opened my mouth and put as much as I could fit in; I took one of my hands and started rubbing the part of the shaft not in my mouth. I started going faster in all of these movements and it started to feel like I was playing some mad musical instrument. In, and out... Rubbing up, and down... Tongue licking faster... Faster, faster... And then Cindy start to let out a scream -- *** I woke up, naked, in the bottom bunk. My heart was pumping and I was once again in the afterglow of an orgasm. I slid out of bed and looked up at Cindy, who was picking at her teeth, and trying to spit out something, though nothing came. "I've got that taste in my mouth," she said. "We're back in our bodies again!" I said. "Thank God." I put on some cotton shorts and Cindy slipped into her bathrobe and we both made our way to the living room. Jenna was already there, and it sounded like Beth and Karen were on their way as well. "Did it work?" Jenna asked. "Yeah," Cindy and I said in unison. "Great!" Jenna said. "But what are we going to do now?" Beth asked. "What do you mean?" I asked. "We've got some cursed bunk beds in our apartment, and frankly, that makes me uncomfortable. How can we trust anything in our apartment to work right? What if the fridge teleports us to Venezueal when we open it one day? We've got to do something," Beth said. "Let's get out of this lease," Jenna said. Everyone nodded in agreement. Well, Karen tried to nod. She was pretty groggy. "We've got three hours until the real estate office opens up," Jenna said. "So get ready." Hopefully we'd just go in, talk to our landlord, and this whole ordeal would be over with. That would be nice. But probably too nice. I didn't say it to anyone but I had this funny feeling that things were only going to get weirder from here on out. Bunk Beds - Chapter 3 Proteus Real Estate looked normal enough on the outside - it was in an old two story brick building downtown. Old, but respectable looking. It was only when you walked in when things start to get strange. You know how sometimes in the summer, on a hot and muggy day, you walk into an air-conditioned place and it feels like you just stepped into a different world? It was like that, except instead of going from hot to cool it went from normal to weird. There wasn't anything that stood out as being overly strange inside - it looked like a pretty basic office, with an older fellow at the reception desk. There were chairs in a waiting area with a table beside them offering some magazines, there was a ceiling fan that seemed to be on its last legs, and there were bookshelves resting against the soft pastel walls. But there was something in the air - a sort of invisible fog, weighing everything down. Maybe the contents of the building were too normal? Is that possible? I turned my attention to the man at the desk. He must be in his mid-60's, with a fuzzy white beard and some wisps of hair adorning the sides of his head. He was hunched over, and kind of nervous. It was his eyes that bothered me - they looked sad, and scared. "Hello, we called just a bit ago," Jenna said. "We made an appointment with the landlord." He turned to look at a door behind him - which was clearly the owner's office - and then back to look at the five of us gathered there. "Yes, yes. I will tell her that you have arrived," he said, with a soft and wavering voice. The older fellow walked over to the office door and opened it just enough to stick his head in and then said a few words too quiet for us to hear. Then he came back and sat at his seat once more. "She is ready to see you," the man said. "You may go ahead." The five of us entered the room, and there she was. She was reclining in her chair with her long legs propped up on the desk and some papers on a clipboard in her lap. The woman looked to be in her late 20's and was African American. Her hair was natural, long, and curly - she had a headband on that forced the hair back so none of it was in her face. The features of her face had a sternness to them that gave the impression of a librarian suspicious of the teenagers that just walked in. This mysterious woman was wearing a black pinstripe suit, with the stripes alternating between red blue and white, which gave a hint of dark mischief. She looked up at us. "Hello," she said. "Just call me Dee. What can I do for you girls?" Apparently even my landlady considered me one of the girls. "We want out of our lease," Jenna said, firmly. Dee nodded and said, "Okay." Jenna was taken a bit back - she had obviously been expecting more of a fight. "That's it?" "Well," Dee started, "There's the matter of payment." "Payment?" Jenna asked. "Of course. It was clearly stipulated in your lease that should you and your fellow tenants decide to break your lease that you would pay five months rent in penalty and forfeit your deposit." "Did we really sign that?" Karen asked. "Yeah," Beth said. "But we weren't expecting to have to break the contract then." "Five months rent!? How is that fair?" Cindy asked. Dee turned her intense gaze down towards the Asian girl who had just spoken. "I think you've noticed that this apartment is of above-average quality for its meager price range. The rooms in your building are rented out at a loss every month. I'm not heartless - I know how hard it is on students to find affordable housing here. But if the lease is broken and my kindness rejected then I expect compensation in return." The five of us fell silent. There was no way in hell we could raise that kind of money, but it was also obvious that everything she said made sense in a logical and business-y manner. I noticed, though, that as we were thinking, her attention fell onto Beth - and with some intensity. Her eyes had the alertness of someone who was interested, as opposed to her cool and detached demeanor she had when talking about leases. Then her eyes locked onto mine and it was clear she knew that I had seen her observing Beth. It was a dangerous glare - a warning. Finally, Beth spoke up. "Have any previous tenants had problems with our particular apartment?" Dee shook her head. "Nothing weird or strange happened to them while they lived there?" "There were no burglaries, or accidents, or natural disasters at the premises." "Yeah," Beth said cautiously, "But those are all normal things. Was there anything strange that happened there?" Dee's eyes narrowed. "I'm afraid I don't believe in the paranormal, if that's what you're alluding to. There is no magic in this world, only rattling pipes and mice in the walls. I would never listen to a tenant's ghost stories or such nonsense." "But what about those freaky ass bunk beds?" Cindy demanded. A wry smile appeared on Dee's lips. "I'm afraid I haven't heard them referred to as 'freaky-ass' before. They're antiques, and worth a fortune. You see, I don't actually own the building your apartment is in. My clients - who wish to remain anonymous - are the property owners, but they've contracted me to take care of all of the mundane landlord stuff. The bunk beds are family heirlooms of my clients and they wish them to remain on the property for sentimental reasons." "Can we sublet the place, then?" Karen asked. Dee took a moment to re-assess the tall blond girl before her. A lot of people got the impression that Karen was dumb, but that wasn't so - she was just the blunt type. "Usually, yes, but you signed away your right to sublet in return for free parking." Silence, again. "While it certainly hurts you now, it does save you an extra $100 a month. That's $1,200 in a lease period," Dee said. I think that was intended to come across as comical. You know the sort of in-joke that only someone who has spent twenty billion years in their profession could appreciate. "Do you still wish to be released from your lease?" "No," Jenna said, softly. "Very well. I'm glad we had this opportunity to talk; I do so rarely get to chat with my tenants. If you should ever need maintenance or have any other questions on your lease feel free to contact me again." Dee smiled a hollow smile. My roommates walked out of the room in various states of anger and disappointment, but something in Dee's eyes told me to wait a bit. "She has a wonderful body, doesn't she?" Dee asked me softly. I knew she was talking about Beth. And I didn't say anything, but I think my attraction to Beth shone through my eyes. For a brief moment I actually felt connected to Dee. Then the moment passed, and dullness returned to her eyes, and I turned and left. *** We decided to eat breakfast at Perkins after our less than satisfactory meeting with our land lady. I had some really fluffy strawberry pancakes with extra strawberry syrup on top. Delicious. "I think we're stuck with this place," Jenna sighed. "So what are we going to do about the magic bunk-beds?" Cindy asked. "Or, more specifically, where is Loren going to sleep?" Everyone picked at their breakfast and no one volunteered their room. "I guess I could just sleep on the couch. I usually don't get along well with couches, but it's probably better than just body hopping." "For real," Cindy said. *** I caught a ride back to the apartment. But after that everybody except Beth had to run off and do things - Cindy and Jenna had classes, and Karen went to the gym. I hung out at my desk for awhile, trying out a new game I got from a Steam sale. It was an action-RPG with co-op play. I figured if it was really good I might buy a copy for Beth so she could play, too. Not too long later, I got a call on my cellphone. It turned out to be the owner of a local mom and pop used video games store named 'Games! Games! Games!' The owner had looked at the application I had sent in and thought I might be a good match for his store; we set up an interview for two days from today. Finally, some good news! It's true that the pay was probably pretty low, but so far all of the other applications I had sent out had just been flat-out ignored - even Burger King hadn't responded to me yet. So it was nice to finally get noticed by somebody, somewhere. And hey, if I saved up enough money maybe I could buy my own bed. Or a couch with a fold out bed! Something nice like that. Then I'd be living the life! I ran into Beth's room and told her the good news. She had been sitting at her desk half-heartedly working on an essay but got up and gave me a hug after I told her just happened. I was really stoked; I ended up hanging out with her awhile and talking about silly stuff. Once we had calmed down the conversation took a sharp turn into serious territory. "What was it like?" She asked me, eventually. "Being a girl?" I asked. "Yeah." "It really wasn't that different from being a guy. Well, other than the body changes, I mean. It's more like all of the other people had changed, and the world around me got about four inches taller. But just the - ah, act of living - felt pretty much the same." "Interesting," Beth said. "I asked Cindy the same question, and she thought everything seemed different. she said there was just this general feeling of wrong-ness, and that it all felt 'gross'." I shrugged. "She was probably just upset. It did feel kind of like a peeping tom, though. It was like I was looking into Cindy's window, but the window wasn't one on a house, it was the window through which she saw the world. Usually people don't get to look into other peoples' windows like that, so that view is private. I was invading that privacy." "What exactly happened on that day, between you and Cindy? I know something went wrong." I hesitated. Which of the secrets were mine, and which secrets were Cindy's? "You know you can trust me. I've always kept your secrets before." "That's true. I do trust you," I said. "It was all going pretty well, until the lecture was over. Her friend Kendra and I went off to look for a copier and she started making out with me. I freaked out and ran away from her." "Your first kiss?" Beth asked in surprise. I blushed. "I'm sorry, "she said. "Your first kiss should have been with someone special." Like you, I thought to myself. "But why is Cindy so upset then? I didn't know she was bi, but it doesn't sound like that bad of a thing." "She's not bi. She just goes along with it so Kendra thinks she's cool." "So you've forced her to deal with a conflict she's been putting off. I guess that makes sense." Silence again. "I think it would be interesting to see the world through a guy's eyes," Beth said. "Really?" "Sure. Maybe if I were in a guy's body for a day I would understand the male gender better. You know, people act like the two genders are so far apart that neither will ever truly be able to understand one another. Switching sexes would help me better understand the world." "That's looking at the glass half-full," I said, and laughed. "Yeah. But these bunk bed things...I don't trust them. It switched you and Cindy back, but there's no guarantee that will happen every time. It could have an energy limit, or if some entities are controlling the process, they could just leave. It would be horrible to get stuck in the wrong body forever." I nodded. "And then...There's that thing where the two people have to engage in a sexual act in the Bajoran wormhole," she said. "My first thought was of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, too!" "Right? I doubt the Prophets would condone sex in their holy temple. But in order to switch bodies with a guy, I'd pretty much have to have sex with him. That's such an intimate act! I don't know if I could bear to share that experience with just anybody. It's not something I've shared with anyone, so far." "It is pretty awkward. I try not to think about what Cindy and I did to one another. I figure it's just a dream, so it doesn't count." "We don't know it's a dream," Beth said softly. "What?" "Aliens could be beaming us up into their ship. Or ghosts or extra- dimensional beings could be dragging us into limbo when the switch happens. Maybe the military is conducting some kind of test on us? We know that the results of what happens in that void are real, but we have no idea what's actually going on when we're in the void." I felt a terrible churning in my stomach and it seemed like the temperature in the room just dropped like twenty degrees. I had been too busy facing the weirdness of being in another body to really think about the actual process of what was going on. The forces that we were dealing with were powerful, and that horrified me. What if something worse than a bit of body-swapping happened to us? Or if we did something that the bunk-beds deemed 'wrong', and they just decided to kill us? "If we ever use the bunk-beds again, let's set up cameras," Beth said. "I suppose that could work," I said. But what if it did work? Would it be scarier to live in the mystery of not knowing the forces at work, or to actually stare them in the face? *** It had turned out to be a pretty good day. Even if we couldn't get out of the lease, we had a plan of attack, and I had an interview coming up. That new game had turned out to be pretty good, too. All of my optimisim faded away when I tried to sleep on the couch. After the first hour of laying there I tried reading a book. As the next two hours passed I got farther into my book without getting any closer to sleep - I realized that this was a problem. I really wanted to sleep, but I was denied that relief. So I tried to sleep on the floor for an hour. It didn't work. Then I tried sleeping on the coffee table. I might have gotten about twenty minutes of sleep there, but I might have also just spaced out. So I thought maybe if I played on my 3DS some then maybe I'd make myself more tired and I'd fall right asleep. I was already tired, though - my eyes were burning and a headache was forming. Playing the 3DS was kind of fun, but after turns on the couch, the floor, and the coffee table again, it proved to be fruitless endeavor. *** I thought I had fallen into a dream when I saw Karen walking around in nothing but her sweatpants; the clock said 5:25 AM. Her long blonde hair hadn't been braided yet and it hung over her body, occasionally hiding her breasts and occasionally revealing them. She went out into the kitchen and started pouring herself a bowl of cereal and such. I coughed and cleared my throat, to let her know that I was both present and awake, but she didn't notice - or didn't care. So I got up and sat next to her at the kitchen table. "You're up pretty early," I said, not looking at her. "Yeah," she said. "Today my first class is pretty early. But my day isn't right if I don't go to the gym first. So I get up super early to go for a work-out." "You're half naked," I said, finally. "Yeah," she agreed between bites of cereal. "That doesn't bother you?" "No. Does it bother you?" "Yes," I admitted. "I feel kind of perverted looking at you." "It really doesn't matter to me. My body is just a body. It's just skin and meat. I'd much prefer to just not wear clothes at all and feel the air on my skin at all times. But society's kind of weird about that." "It doesn't bother you that I'm a guy?" "Why should it?" "I'm straight." "If you get turned on by seeing me naked, that's your own fault. Nudity by itself doesn't have to be a sexual thing. It isn't for me." I looked at her breasts. They were probably about a B-cup; her breasts didn't come across as either big or small and in fact complimented her body nicely. "Are tits still interesting after you've had your own?" Karen asked. "Yes," I said, shyly. "I've always said you were one of the girls," Karen said. "I guess it's because I feel safe around you. I feel kind of threatened around most guys. If it was Jenna's boyfriend sitting across from me right now I'd probably have a sports bra on." "Should I take that as a compliment, or as an insult?" I asked. "Your call. Say, is it true that your tits are bigger than Cindy's?" "Yeah," I said. "Show me." I hesitated a moment, but then took off my shirt. "Nice," she said. "The boob-order of this apartment officially goes Cindy, you, me, Beth, and then Jenna." "Beth might be bigger than Jenna," I said. "No. It only seems that way because Beth has such a small body. Trust me, Jenna's bigger." "Does knowing the size of my - chest - affect how you see me?" I asked. "No. It's just a bunch of excess fat and milk ducts in the end." After that Karen was done with her breakfast and put the dishes in the sink. She was about to walk away when an idea popped into my head. "Hey, Karen, wait. Since you're going out, can I sleep in your bed?" "Go for it." I sighed in relief. "Thank you." Perhaps I would get some sleep tonight after all. *** My body was so full of adrenaline that I couldn't sleep. It's like when I'd stay up all night to work on a big assignment in high school: Eventually, my body got the message that it needed to stay up and it wouldn't go to sleep even when I told it too. So I ended up lounging around in Karen's bed for awhile. Then I got up again and watched some TV, played on my laptop some, and generally wasted the day in a washed- out daze. My grip on time was getting pretty fuzzy at this point, but eventually Cindy came back to the apartment and sat down on the couch next to me. "Hey punk-face," she said to me, not looking t me. "Hi, Cindy." "About the Kendra thing," She started. "I guess it's not really fair for me to harp on you, since it was my fault for being so - fake, I guess. That being said, I'm still not happy about the whole thing. So I'm not going to say I'm sorry. Let's just forget this." "Are you and Kendra still friends?" I asked. "No." "Do you think you ever might be again?" Cindy shrugged. "I thought this being yourself bullshit was supposed to be easier after high school." After giving me those words of wisdom she promptly left. *** The day was a groggy haze for me. I did some stuff; not all of it fast or well. I talked to my roommates a little bit. My body still would not quit. Night came and nobody wanted to offer a bunk bed to me. I tried to sleep on the couch again, and couldn't. Nor could I sleep on the floor. Or the coffee table. My job interview is in five hours and I haven't slept in two and a half days. What on earth am I going to do? *** Chapter 4 "I bombed my interview," I said. "I'm pretty sure he thought I was on drugs - he mentioned my eyes being bloodshot, and I was really out of it. I forgot the PS Vita existed at one point and when he asked me about games coming out next month I couldn't think, so I told him 'Half Life 3.' Which is wrong. That game is never, ever, ever going to be made." Cindy flipped her hair in an irritated manner. "I'm sorry you didn't get the job, but does that really call for a group meeting?" Before Jenna or Beth could scold Cindy, I continued on. "I'm calling a group meeting because I can't go on like this. I need to sleep. I know nobody wants to try the bunk-beds out again. I understand; I really don't want to use them either. But I have to sleep. I can't keep blowing job interviews like this, and I'm pretty sure this is bad for my health." "Well," Jenna said thoughtfully, "Maybe one of us could sleep on the couch." "Those are our rooms, "Karen said. "Why should we have to give up our beds?" "Loren was a last minute addition to our apartment," Cindy added. I sighed. "Those are all good points. If I were in your situation I might have said them myself. But I have to sleep, okay? People die or go crazy if they don't get enough sleep. You girls have to work with me here." "Uh, not to be rude here or anything," Karen said with as much tact as she could muster. "But is there any chance you could just move back in with your parents? Four of us could probably absorb the costs of one person's rent." I thought about it. I'd told my other roommates that I was 'down on my luck', but the only person who really knew the whole story was Beth. My family life really wasn't the best. "My dad kicked me out because he said a 'real man' would be living on their own at this age. I think my mom would probably let me move back in, but as long as dad's around - well, he's stubborn and old fashioned. Even if he did let me come back he'd make my life hell until I moved out again." I think it was obvious from how strained my voice was that this wasn't really an option. I know my roommates and I are all friends, and they care about me, but when you threaten to take a person's bed away people get defensive. "You know, I think this is something that can be solved with some basic problem-solving," Jenna said in fairly cheerful tone. "Let me go get a planner real quick." Jenna dashed back into her room and then boomeranged back with a big and heavy planner as well as some lined paper. "See, what we'll do is we'll each write down our basic weekly schedules. On days when people either don't have classes or work, or a weekend with no plans, we'll write that they're 'free' on that day. We can keep this master planner in a neutral area where we all have quick access to it, and so we can update it on the fly!" "Can we really keep track of all of that?" I asked. "Sure," Jenna said. "Or at least, I can. Organizing information is my specialty. I'm not sure where it'll take me in the business world yet, but I know it's my best asset, besides my singing voice." "If we're looking for a compromise, this is probably the best solution," Beth said with a brave but weary look on her face. "It's going to be complicated as hell," Cindy sighed. Jenna started handing out blank sheets of paper to all of us. I started to look for a pencil but then, embarrassingly, realized that I actually didn't even have a schedule - my schedule was going to be everyone else's left-over days. "What about periods?" Karen asked, looking up from her paper. "What about them?" Cindy asked. Jenna nodded, deep in thought. "Yes, I suppose we'll have to put our menstrual cycles on here, in addition to our work life and social events. I wouldn't want to share that aspect of my life with Loren unless it was a dire emergency." "I was thinking of it the other way. I'd love to pass a few off to somebody else," Karen said. "I see," Jenna said. "What about you two? Are you willing to share your bodies during your periods?" "No," Cindy said, flatly. "No," Beth said. "Alright. Only Karen's body is available during that special time," Jenna said, as she made a note. "Perhaps," Beth said, "While we're at it, we should make some ground rules. Like rule one: We promise not to intentionally screw up anyone's life. Like as a prank, or something." "Rule two," Jenna said. "Let's not do any body-swaps more complicated than A to B and B back to A transfers. This stuff might be dangerous and that gets too complicated." "Rule three," Cindy said. "If you have sex, use protection." "Wait," Beth said, getting upset. "I didn't say anyone could have sex in my body." "Rule three-a," Cindy continued. "If you're in Beth's body then you live like a nun." "We should take a vote one whether or not we can have sex in other people's bodies," Beth said, hotly. So we did. Beth and I voted no, while the other three girls voted yes. "It's just too much of an opportunity to pass up. I think we need a rule three-b, though: No romance in somebody else's body. Make it clear with your partner that this is just a casual, one-time thing," Jenna said. "I highly recommend that everyone jack off when you get Loren's body," Cindy said. "It's a lot of fun." Karen was intrigued. "What does it feel like?" Cindy thought about it. "Pretty much the same thing, but different. The pumping part is fun, though." And that little aside killed the conversation. Beth hurriedly handed her paper to Jenna and then ran into her room. The other two took a little bit longer to get their schedules together, and then it took it Jenna a couple of hours to compile everything. But by nine o'clock, there it was - our master schedule. It was a thing of beauty, or perhaps horror, depending on how you wanted to look at it. Jenna certainly was good at organizing information. The book lay open showing the next month's plans; it seems that I would be sleeping in Karen's room tonight. I have to admit, the thought intrigued me. Karen worked out regularly and she was so tall - in a lot of ways, her body was more masculine than mine. When I got in her body I was going to be taller than most of the girls around me, and even taller than some guys. And I was going to have muscles! It was a strange notion. But the important thing was, I could finally get some sleep, and it looked like I was going to have a normal sleep schedule in the future. So I went into Karen's room and she was sitting at her desk, texting her friends on her smartphone. "I'm going right to bed," I said to her. "Sure," Karen said. "We're getting up at 5:00 AM tomorrow, though. " "Are we?" I asked. "Yup. We're going to hit the gym. Even if we switch bodies, I still need to keep mine in shape." "I've never actually been in a gym before. Well, you know. A gym-gym. Not like a school gym. I don't know how any of the machines work." "There's a track. So just run a couple miles. I've been meaning to get ready for a marathon, anyway." "More than one mile?" "My body isn't like yours. I run like the wind, baby. You'll see." "I guess," I said, still doubting myself. I started to climb up the ladder to the top bunk but she gave me a push. "Bottom bunk, little sister." I sighed, and lay down in the bottom bunk. I was going into the freaky dream world, but I didn't care. It was going to be nice to finally rest. *** So there I was. I would say I was standing, but I might have been falling - there wasn't a floor per se. Just that bright white light coming from everywhere. Karen was standing in front of me at her full height and I felt my neck crane up to look at her without my command. I was also horny as hell. Karen smiled down at me as she took a few steps closer - she took my penis into her hands and played with it a little. "This won't do," she said. "This is too small." And I then felt a change in my penis. It was sort of like I was getting a new level of erection that I'd never felt before - I was getting longer, and harder. "There we go," Karen said. "Go ahead. Look down." I obediently looked down and was shocked at what I saw. My dick must have been like nine and a half inches long! It was two or three times thicker around then it had been, too. My balls hadn't changed, though. So there were these tiny little testicles attached to this monstrous dick staring up at me. "Okay," Karen said. "Lay down, sweetie." I eased myself down onto my back. I suppose that being able to lie down on nothingness made about as much sense as being able to stand on it. To my surprise, Karen lay down on top of me and our faces were so close that I could feel the warmth of her breath. "Have you ever heard of the reverse-cowgirl?" She asked, in a whisper. I wanted to say 'no', but I couldn't. She sat up and turned around. Her legs were thrust out in front of her. At this point I could only see her long blonde hair trailing down her spine, stopping halfway down her back, and her ass and hips. She usually always wears sweat-pants so I don't really get a good sense of what her ass is like, but it was pretty nice. I felt her gripping my dick and she pushed into a place my penis had never been before. It was warm and squishy, but cozy. Oh my God, I'm having sex, I thought. She put her arms behind her and started grinding together. She would vary how much of my giant member would go in and how far, and she kept bouncing up and down, sending her hair flying up and her ass jiggling. It felt like heaven. She started arching her back, and she started moaning with each of her grinds - she seemed to be enjoying herself more and more. Karen started increase her speed, bouncing faster and faster, arching her back as far as she could go. Until she screamed, "YIIIIIIPEEEEEE-KAAAAAAy-YAAAAAAAAAI MOTTTHERRR FUCKKKKKK - " *** I woke up panting and sweating. I closed my eyes again, and just laid there as this wonderful feeling spread across my body, like a rainbow across the sky. Once it passed I let out a long sigh. I still felt great - although also, my girl parts were a little sore - but I felt so great that didn't even matter much. "Oh my God," I heard my voice say before me. "Oh my God. Loren - look at this! I'm still hard." "Sometimes you wake up like that," I said, still enjoying an aura of calmness. "But - but - look at this!" Karen stood up and I rolled over to see what the problem was, and in an instant, I saw it. Well, perhaps it wasn't a problem, exactly - but it was strange. Her dick - my dick - was still as oversized as it had been in the dream and it was standing at full attention. "What the hell?" I wondered aloud. "Oh, I gotta show Cindy and Jenna this," she said, looking down at her throbbing manhood. Then she looked up at me and laughed. "Beth might like it, too." Before I could even utter an objection she had run out of the room. Annoyed, I went for the ladder, but after looking at the floor I realized I could probably hop down just fine without hurting my legs - so I did. I stood up to my full height. I hadn't felt this feeling since I was in puberty; I was experiencing that strange experience of waking up taller than I was before. I threw on a bathrobe that Karen kept in her closet and probably never saw much use and then ran out into the hallway only to find Karen standing in front of my other roommates. Beth was looking away, but Jenna and Cindy were quite interested in my body's recent change. For it being so late at night their eyes were wide open. "It's disgusting," Beth said. "It's way too big." "It's beautiful," said Jenna simply. "I've always wanted to ride one that big," Cindy said with awe in her voice. "Umm," I said. "Hi, it's me, Loren. Does anybody want to tell me what exactly happened?" "Your dick got huge!" Cindy said. "I noticed that," I said icily. "But why did my body change in the dream world? And why did that carry over to the real world?" "Yeah," Cindy said. "How come that didn't happen when I switched bodies with him? I would've loved to have that to play with." "It must have something to do with the nature of the person's fantasy," Beth said, thinking out loud. "Cindy, at the t