Wednesday, October 21, 2020

It’s Just A Dream...Right? Part 1



 

You arrive at your ex-girlfriend's house. Your memories of this place are nothing but of regret. She left you a voicemail saying that she wanted to "talk", and she wanted you to come over. You begin to remember the last time you were in that house.

You two were having an argument. She accused you of cheating on her, but you kept denying it. Finally you had enough, and said that you wanted a break. You gathered your belongings and left, while she sat and cried in the middle of the living room. 


You leave the car and knock on the door. She opens it and your eyes meet. She smiles and  says, "thank you for coming". She turns and walks deeper into the house and you follow, catching quick glances at her ass. 

You sit down and chat with her for a while. She tells you about how she finally graduated from college, and you tell her how you got promoted at your job. You forgot how nice it was talking to her. 

After an awkward silence, she gets up and walks away. Minutes later, she returns with drinks. You take a cup and sip from it. It tastes funny for a cup of water. Seconds later you pass out.



You wake up in a bed hours later feeling disoriented. You feel softer and your chest is heavier than you remembered. "What the fuck," you think to yourself. You move the hair off your face, and remove the blankets. You're a woman! You have large breasts and a pussy!



"This can't be real! This is just a dream," you think as you feel up and down your new body. "These feel so real." As you continue rubbing yourself, your hand moves down to your pussy. 

A soft moan comes out of your mouth as you touch your tight vagina. You begin to jill off faster and harder. Your soft moans become louder as you explode into the first of many orgasms. 

As you bathe in the afterglow, your ex-girlfriend opens the door and smirks as she sees you. "Good, you're finally awake," she says. "Oh god," you think to yourself. "But this is just a dream...right?"


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