Bed Time

The magical feminizing spirit hovering disembodied over Jon was extremely pleased with the day's progress. For millennia it had drifted, transforming men into women, sometimes at the behest of the subject, sometimes as punishment, and sometimes just for fun. In all the countless years, though, Jon was by far the easiest victim. The speed in which Jon had given up his identity, folding easily into whatever the spirit laid before him, had been incredible. Had the spirit been less experienced, it would allow the process to progress at the same speed, encouraging Jon to dive deeper into his new future.

Pushing too fast, however, would be a mistake. Jon might seem ready, but he wasn't. There was still work to be done.

Besides, the spirit knew that corporeal beings like Jon needed rest. It had already given Jon a break to eat and relieve himself, and now it was time for sleep. That didn't mean, however, that the spirit had to stop its efforts...

As Jon reveled in the success of his first film set, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of euphoria. The crew was a tight-knit group, and they showed their support in the most sensual of ways. Hands slapping his ass, grabbing his breasts, and constant hugs from behind with their groins grinding into Jon's backside - it must be a Hollywood thing. But Jon knew that he was destined for greatness. Fame and fortune were just around the corner, and with it, a never-ending supply of beautiful women.

The women of Girl World would be queueing up to get a slice of him, he could feel it. Jon had heard of the way Hollywood starlets threw themselves at their leading men, and he had no doubt that he would be showered with the same attention. With his petite stature, ample bosom, slender waist, luscious lips, and flowing, opulent locks, what lady could resist? He was the embodiment of masculinity, both rugged and stylish. Add in the allure of stardom, and he would be unstoppable.

As the director called him over, Jon climbed off the lap of the boom mic operator, who had been instructing him in a new dance move called the "lap dance." Jon was eager to keep practicing the move, knowing that women loved a man with some moves under his belt. But the director was the boss, and he had something else in store.

Wiggling across the set towards the stern-looking bearded man, Jon couldn't help but giggle in excitement. Maybe it was time to learn about the next scene he was going to be in. Jon couldn't wait to get back in front of the camera to show the world what he was made of.

"Okay, you little slut," the director barked. "It's time for a little rehearsal before your next scene."

Jon clapped and jumped in excitement, his breasts bouncing in his tight outfit.

"Your next scene is going to be a little different than your last, and I want to make sure you know what to do before we start rolling. Tape is expensive, after all."

"Yes, sir!" Jon answered, paying close attention. "Will it be difficult?"

"I'm sure a whore like you will catch on very quickly," the director said as he unzipped his fly and began to lower his pants.

Jon loved that the crew had already begun to give him nicknames. It showed that they genuinely cared about him. He grinned as he followed the director's instructions and got down on his knees, bringing his face close to the man's groin. The director was right; this was different than his last scene. It would require **** close-up shots, and that meant that Jon had to be on his 'A' game. Jon concentrated on staying in character, not wanting to disappoint this great man and mentor, as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, trustingly waiting as he felt the man's hands entwine themselves in Jon's hair, pulling him closer and closer to his groin.

But then, suddenly, the world began to spin. Jon opened his eyes, but found that it was still dark. He felt a falling sensation and wanted to scream, but no voice could be found...

With a jolt, Jon snapped back to reality, pulling the VR helmet from his head. He had lost himself in the game again. But damn, "Girl World" was good! He couldn't remember the details of what he had been doing, but he knew that he had been killing it. Maybe he should play just a little more...

The clock in the corner of the screen caught his eye, and he gasped. 2 am? Had he really been playing for that long? He shook his head, trying to shake off the disorientation that came with hours of staring at a screen. He needed to sleep.

As he stood up from his chair, a sense of unease settled over him. Had he always been this tall? He couldn't be sure, but something about his body felt off... too big, too muscular. He dismissed the thought, chalking it up to the game playing tricks on his mind.

Feeling the siren call of exhaustion, Jon stripped naked, tossing his clothes carelessly to the floor. Lying on the bed was a silky black nightie, one he was sure he hadn't seen before. Its delicate fabric shimmered in the moonlight, its lace accents adding a sensual touch to its seductive design. Without a thought, he slipped it on, enjoying the feel of the silky material against his naked skin. It felt like a second skin, soft and luxurious, as though it was made just for him. It hugged his curves in all the right places, accentuating his toned body.

As he looked down at himself, Jon couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. He had never felt so sensual before. The nightie made him feel powerful and desirable, like a god, like a man. He couldn't believe how something so simple could make him feel so confident and sexy.

Someone else's loss is my gain, he thought, realizing that somebody must have accidentally left it in his room.

After turning off the light, Jon climbed into bed, closing his eyes. Even though he'd wasted the day playing a computer game, he felt that his day had been a full, positive day and couldn't wait for the morning. With a smile on his face, Jon quickly slipped into sleep, the silky nightie hugging his body, adding to his sense of comfort and ease.

The moment his head hit the pillow, he felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. He smiled to himself, feeling content with the day's accomplishments. Tomorrow would be another day, and he couldn't wait to tackle it. With a deep sigh, Jon closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep, the nightie a comforting presence against his body.