Home

You're supposed to think of a place to be, but you can't exactly focus. One part of your brain is too busy grunting happily with the idea of all promising opportunities while the other more rational and more pessimistic part is desperately trying to explain and understand these events in a logical way. Is everything here the result of hallucinogens...? Were you **** somehow? That must be it. None of this is actually happening, is it? There's just no other explanation...

...or is there? Is there a scientific reason supporting the validity of all of this?

...grah. There's no point. The only place you want to be now is back home, in the comfort of your small but well-equipped one room apartment. Your fridge stocked with your favorite snacks, your TV and game systems, and your custom-built computer...yes, home sounds beyond perfect right now. Far away from this weird place...

Hm...that's it. Home. If there's a single place you want to be when you go through this door, it's definitely your apartment.

Mind clear with the image of your comfortable apartment and soft bed, you look to Charles with a nod.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

You give him an affirmative nod as he clasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls backwards, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

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Sitting up with a jolt, you take a deep breath as you open your eyes. Looking around, you see the familiar dark green interior of your apartment accompanied by the brown carpeting. Placing your hands down, you feel the familiarity of the bed which you've spent so much time sleeping in on, waking up in the early afternoon every day since you graduated.

Without a doubt, this is home, and you're certainly glad to be here. Was it all a dream? If it was, then why you are clothed? ---

You suddenly realise that you're wearing a skirt. Huh?

Yes, you're actually wearing a skirt. A miniskirt, at that. To be fair, it is done up in a tastefully masculine crimson, pine, and black plaid pattern, but there's no mistaking the light, wavy cloth even for a kilt.

You get up to your wardrobe and look for trousers. You're confronted at first with an array of skirts of various lengths, none too long, in blues and strong, darker colours. Furthermore, your few pairs of smart casual trousers are crotchless, and your office suit has a giant fold in the front whose purpose can only be to make it easy to get your cock out.

You suddenly become conscious of the feeling of the fabric of your skirt on your groin. You lift up your skirt, realising that you're going commando underneath your short skirt. What's more, you're almost completely hairless down there, showing only the earliest signs of stubble.

You're not sure what's going on, but you're pretty sure that it's no coincidence that these discoveries are happening after your dream-like experience about Charles and the Doctor. Your brain is still working out the connections, but for the moment you don't see what exactly this has to do with your wishes. Is this just down to the wish for casual sex-play? But why then the cross-dressing angle, why the shaving?

Out of a sense of morbid curiousity, you go to your dresser looking for underwear. You don't find a single pair. You're strangely relieved to find that you don't have any long school-girl stockings. However, the mere fact that this possibility even occurs to you strikes you as worrying.

You collect yourself and prepare yourself breakfast. You don't know what's going on, but you're fairly sure that whatever your experience was with Charles was not just a dream. But you don't know what your current situation has to do with your wishes.

You find yourself hardening at the prospect that the sexual mores of society have been changed in some sweeping, but yet-unclear, way. Your erection tents the fabric of your skirt easily. *This could be a problem*, you mull. Your eyes wander across the cereal box which you've pulled out of the cupboard: on the side it boasts prominently that it contains "half of your daily recommended intake of vitamins S and T", whatever those are.

You shower, not dropping below half-mast the entire time. Unable to resist a stroke, you find yourself cumming after only thirty seconds, spraying an improbably large jet of your seed at the shower wall. It oozes thickly to the shower floor.

You hesistate as you dress yourself. You can't bring yourself to believe that you're meant to go outdoors wearing these light skirts, but you also can't get past the definitive statement made by the fact that they make up 80% of your "bottom-wear". After thirty minutes, you select one, and put it on. Your erection has died down substantially due to your uncertainty and nervousness, but it is still noticeably thick.

You hesitate once more at the door to your apartment. *Are you really going to go through with this?* You're excited about the possibility of this new world, but you've already seen that this world is different in ways that you don't understand. And you don't actually have a job yet after your studies in mammalian anatomy. Aimless and blind doesn't seem like a good strategy.

"Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Charles' careful words of advice echo in your mind. Hah, easier said than done!

Do you hit the pavement of your new world running, or do you test things out a bit?