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Can dreams come true? (The dream crystal)
A man has dreams of being female, which become more and more realistic,
with the help of the dream crystal. (If this seems a bit rough, it is
because some of dreams are based on actual dreams I have had; p.s. it is
only "autobiographical" in that sense.)
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I can't remember the exact details, but I am running in a forest and
playing.
Gradually I become aware that I am wearing a dress. A blue and white,
frilly dress, with flowers on it.
Why am I wearing a dress. Am I a girl?
I feel my hair. It is long, down below my shoulders.
I look down at my chest and see two well formed breasts underneath my
dress. Dare I touch them? Tentatively I do. They feel soft, like breasts
should.
So what about down below? Am I a girl everywhere?
I put my hand down to my groin, and the illusion is shattered. I feel a
hard penis.
*****
I wake up. It's just me; boring, 20-something, me. Worst of all, male
me. It was just a dream.
I realise it is already morning, so I get up. Still in my pyjamas, I
walk out, grunt "morning" to my housemate Jack, and head for the shower.
And so passes another day.
*****
That night, again I am in a dream like world. This time I am at the
beach.
I look down. I am wearing a bikini. I look down and see breasts, covered
by a red bikini top.
Looking further down, I can see red bikini bottoms. The way they hug my
crotch, there is no doubt that I am female.
But I dare not touch. Somehow I become aware that it is a dream, and
realise that if I touch myself the dream will end. So I resolve to enjoy
this as long as possible, without breaking the illusion.
I take a walk along the beach. I enjoy the freedom of wearing nothing
but the bikini, and how it shows off my curves. Are my boobs bouncing?
Are my hips wiggling? Or is that just an illusion?
A see a man look at me, and then another one. I smile at the attention.
For some reason, I wade into the water. I give a little squeal each time
the waves splash me. I keep wading out. When the water is waist deep,
the tension is killing me. I must feel the front of my bikini bottoms,
and feel what it's like to be a girl "down there".
But as soon as I do, again I feel a hard penis, and wake up.
*****
In the morning, I am fairly happy. It's always a disappointment to wake
up from dreaming I am a girl, to discover I am still a man. But overall
I'm happy, because I've dreamed I was a girl two nights in a row.
Usually it is months between dreams like this. Why is this? Has
something changed?
*****
That night, in my dream. I am in some sort of park. And I am wearing a
frilly dress again. Looking down is the now-familiar cleavage and hair:
I am a girl again.
This time, I know what to do, and what not to do. I dare not touch my
groin, and break the spell.
I continue to walk around. I pass a few people. Most seem to be random
people, but I pass a woman from my work, and then an old friend from
school who I haven't seen in years. They seem to think it's quite normal
that I'm a girl.
Eventually, I realise that I need to use the toilet. I come to a road,
but no toilet is in sight. What am I going to do?
I pull the skirt of my dress up, and look down. For some reason, I am
not wearing panties.
I see the most wondrous of sights: I have a bush, and the vertical
opening of a vulva. I really am a girl. It is wonderful.
Of course I cannot pee like a man. So I leave one leg on the road, lift
one leg up on the kerb, and try to aim into the gutter. It works! Pee
comes squirting out of my vulva, into the gutter. I am a girl, peeing
like a girl!
*****
And the joy and excitement is too much. I shoot my load and wake up, and
find myself male again, with my pyjamas and sheets a sticky mess.
When I get up in the morning, I take a shower. Then I look at my messy
pyjamas and sheets. Today wasn't meant to be laundry day, but I have no
choice. I have no spares, so it's time to wash them. I shuffle it all to
the laundry and load it into the machine.
"Washing your sheets mate, that can only be one thing!" - it's Jack
behind me.
"Shut up."
"Oh come on, look on the bright side, it means you had a good dream!"
I sigh. "Good doesn't even begin to describe it."
"Really?" said Jack, getting curious. "Who was in it?"
"You know what they say: if you tell people your dreams, they won't come
true."
"Who said that?"
"I'm not sure. I just heard it somewhere."
In fact that's a lie. I know exactly where I heard it. Cinderella. The
old animated Disney movie. Every time my sister watched it, I would
"happen" to be in the room and watch it too. I couldn't get enough of
it. I wished I could be transformed into a beautiful woman like
Cinderella was. But that was fantasy.
"Well I heard something different," said Jack.
"What?"
"Well, the theory is, waking and dreams are just alternate realities.
The trick to making your dreams come true, is to make them more real
than reality."
"And how would anyone do that?"
"Well again, and this is just someone's theory, you capture your dreams
- by making them go longer and longer - until they become the reality."
"What does than mean?"
"I'm not sure. But I'll tell you what..." He went into his room and
returned, holding something. "My sister believes in this stuff, and gave
me this crystal for my birthday the other day. It's called a dream
crystal, and it's meant to help you capture your dreams."
He looked at me and continued, "You can borrow it for a few nights if
you want. It doesn't seem to be doing anything for me."
"What do I do?"
"Just keep it near you while you sleep, like on your bedside table."
I look at it and think. Maybe the crystal in the house is the reason
I've been having these dreams? So will keeping it in my room make these
dreams even more realistic?
"Thanks, I'll... give it a try."
"Good luck!"
*****
That night, again I am dreaming I am a girl. This time I am wearing a
pink and white sundress. I look down and see my cleavage, as well as
strands of hair hanging down. Yes, I appear to be a girl again.
The difference between previous dreams is that I recognise the scenery.
It is my neighbourhood! I am at the park at the end of my street.
I smile and wave at some kids playing, and they wave back.
I decide to walk down the road back to my house, and realise that I can.
This is quite different from the other dreams: I seem to have a lot more
control over what I am doing. It also incredibly real. As far as I can
remember, every house is just like it really is. There is the house with
the big fence. There are those new townhouses, with scattered toys
indicating young families live there. There is the house on the corner
that is being renovated.
And finally, there is my next door neighbour's house. "Hi Mrs. Smith," I
call out to the old lady in her garden.
"Hello Kate," she says in reply.
I come into my house, and everything seems the same as it normally.
I go into my room and close the door. Everything is pretty well as I
remember it, except that there is now a mirror in the corner.
I look in the mirror. The face is mine, but it is definitely a girl's
face.
I touch my boobs, and they feel soft.
So maybe now I can touch my vagina as well? I reach down to my crotch
area.
I feel a hard penis. The illusion is broken, and the dream ends.
*****
That morning, I have a mixture of excitement and disappointment. Excited
that my dream was so vivid, as well as dreaming I was a woman for the
fourth night in a row. But disappointment that there appear to be
limits, that I still cannot touch my crotch and feel what it's like to
have a vagina.
I look at the dream crystal on my bedside table. Did it really give me
more control of my dream?
And if so, how can I make them even more realistic?
*****
In that night's dream, again I'm wearing a dress.
This time, I'm already at my house. Jack's even there; he smiles and
says, "Hello Kate." I just say hello back, and go to my room as normal.
I take the dress off. Now I'm wearing just a bra and panties.
I look down at the pink panties. There is certainly no bulge at the
front. My crotch curves around and under, just like a girl's. But I dare
not touch it.
I look at the bed and wonder. I can't touch myself down there, but can I
touch myself against something else?
I position myself against the corner of my bed, and rub myself against
it. Humping, they call it.
If my penis is there, I can't feel it. All I can feel is the bliss of
rubbing my crotch against the bed.
The feeling is amazing. I hump the corner of the bed more, and the
feelings of pleasure grow.
Eventually, I get that feeling I get when I know an orgasm is coming. It
builds and builds and then... I orgasm. Pleasure flows through me, and
the dream ends, and I wake up.
*****
I'm male again, of course. But when I look at my underpants, something
is odd. I'm sure I had a wet dream, so why isn't the front of my
underpants wet?
They are a little wet... but down at the bottom, right underneath.
That's strange, how'd the wetness get there? And it's... different. Not
the same stickiness as usual. And it almost smells... girly?
Later, I come out into the kitchen. Jack gives me a funny look, and
looks behind me.
"Are you alone now?"
"What do you mean 'now?' Of course I'm alone."
"Didn't you have someone over last night?"
"Of course not!"
"Couldn't have fooled me. I was sure I heard a girl."
"Trust me, it was just me."
"Well you made some funny noises then."
"Shut up!"
*****
It's night again, and I'm almost expecting it now. It's daytime in my
dream, and I'm wearing a blue and white dress again. I have long hair,
and I appear to have boobs. And everyone seems to think I'm a girl.
I walk, and everything seems even more real. I am in my neighbourhood
again. I go to the local store, and I can see a guy on the cashier, one
of the young men who is usually there in real life. He smiles and calls
me "madam."
I walk home, and again I say hi to Mrs. Smith next door. "Good afternoon
Kate," she calls back.
I feel like I'm floating on air. I can feel the bounce of my boobs as I
walk inside.
I can feel a stirring down below. It feels different from an erection,
and I look down and see my dress is not tenting out. But I know not to
touch it.
"Hi beautiful!" says a voice behind me.
I look around, and it is Jack.
He gives me a kiss, and I wake up in shock.
*****
The next morning, around breakfast, I feel tense. Is Jack tense too?
It's hard to tell. But Jack doesn't say anything. We both eat breakfast
as normal, and go off to our respective jobs during the day.
*****
But that night when I go back to sleep, I go into a very similar dream.
Again I am wearing a dress, walking home from the shops.
Again, when I get home, I see Jack in the kitchen. He puts his arms
around me.
"Don't worry Kate, it will be alright."
He leans in for a kiss, and this time I return it.
The kiss becomes passionate. What am I to do? I am enjoying it, but
isn't it weird to make out with my housemate, even if it's a dream?
I feel a hand wander towards my chest. I decide to let him, and see
where this leads.
The hand is now circling my breast. Or whatever it is. Whether it is
female breast or just my male chest, the fact is I am enjoying it. In
fact, the touch is amazing. Who would have thought being touched on the
chest would feel so good?
We wander to my bedroom, and make out some more. He puts a hand up my
dress, and pulls at my panties. I help him, and a pair of white panties
drops at my feet.
He brings a hand up my dress again, running it up my thigh.
What is he going to find? Whenever I touched my crotch, I found a penis
and woke up. But maybe, if someone else touches my crotch in my dream,
it will be different?
Whatever he finds, he likes it. His fingers rub around my scrotum.
Except it's different to a scrotum. I keep anticipating that he's about
to squeeze one of my testicles in pain. But he rubs everywhere, and it
never happens. My penis and balls, if I still have them, are never
touched. Could it really be that it is not my scrotum, but the folds of
my female labia?
He removes my dress and then my bra. I am naked in front of Jack, who is
also undressed. I look down and it looks like a smooth, mostly hairless,
female body. Jack smiles. He certainly thinks it's a female body.
We lie on the bed. Jack puts his hand down at my crotch again and
somehow, he feels between the folds of my former scrotum. He finds my
clitoris, which feels just like the tip of my penis and is somehow
inside those folds. He rubs it, and the feeling is exquisite.
The pleasure is building more, and then I realise Jack is getting on top
of me. I eagerly spread my legs for him.
His erect penis seems huge. And then, I feel him push it inside of me.
My scrotum (or is it my labia?) parts, and he pushes towards something
else. It feels like the hole I pee out of. And somehow, impossibly, that
hole widens, as he pushes his penis up inside the hole. And somehow I
can tell that I am wet inside there too, so he slides in easily.
How is this possible? How can I, a male, feel a penis inside of me, even
in a dream?
But I go with it, and then I feel his penis harden some more and then he
shakes. He is ejaculating inside of me.
And then, I feel my own orgasm beginning. It feels the same as my penis
straining, except it is squeezing something else. Somehow my penis is
squeezing Jack's penis. No: somehow I have a vagina, which is squeezing
Jack's penis.
I orgasm and wake up.
*****
Or am I awake? Because Jack is still lying next to me, though now he is
asleep.
I look down at myself. I am entirely nude. I can see my body is smooth
and feminine, with two breasts on my chest. Looking a little further,
there is a neatly trimmed bush, with no penis to be seen.
Looking around, the room looks almost identical to normal, except there
is a dressing table with a mirror, and a bra sitting on top. The bedside
table next to me is the same, except that the dream crystal has turned
grey.
It's not real though, is it? Or IS it?
Am I really a girl? Did I really sleep with Jack?
I gently touch the side of one of my breasts. It's soft, and I can push
it in slightly. But my breast - or my chest, whatever it is - can also
feel my finger's touch. This isn't too different from my dreams, though
a lot more vivid.
Finally, I am brave enough to reach my hand down towards my crotch area.
And this time, I CAN touch it! Very gently I move my hand around in
circles, all around the area. It is the feeling I've been imagining for
years. I can feel my pubic mound, and the hair, and my outer labia, but
no penis anywhere!
I then feel down further down where my scrotum and balls once were. They
aren't there, but I can feel where the skin parts. It is my vulva! I can
feel and touch its opening. It is true, I am a woman!
And I do not wake up from this. It is real.
I give a joyful gasp, and Jack wakes up.
"What is it Kate? Did you have a bad dream?"
I freeze for a moment, then decide again to go with it. "No, a good one.
A wonderful one." My voice is high pitched.
"Well, remember what I said about the dream crystal. Do you think your
dream will come true?"
I smile. "I think it already has."
Jack looks up and down my naked body. "I think mine has too."
The End
*****
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