Jodie’s Dream

Jodie was passing out in Eric’s arms, hearing Janet leave, but could only barely sense that

He was meanwhile lost in a dreamworld like none he had ever known. Painkillers, tranquilizers, and ana...Ana... stuff that makes you go to sleep had obliterated his capacity to think straight.

There was something unsettling and it felt as though he was like late for school or work or some other vague recurring nightmare, but none of that was in focus now. He strangely had thoughts about high heels and jewelry and shopping for all things girly. But after the shopping trip the other day, he figured it was normal enough to relive that traumatic event, that only helped trap him more as Jodie.

Jodie could tell he was being put into bed. The infernal dress was being taken off over his head, it was very loose and flowy and felt like he was barely wearing anything. Oddly the tips of his breasts felt cold in the room air, “my breasts...” he thought slightly feeling a panic arise deep within.

Jordan always enjoyed women with large racks. It was just one of his turn ons as a guy.

He smiled to himself remembering watching Ex-girlfriends bend over and seeing their large breasts swing freely as they did simple tasks.

He thought of the times he would kiss and lick a woman’s nipples in foreplay and tweak them in his hand as they purred in delight. So amazing, he thought to himself.

He thought to even the few times he could titty fuck a girl, and right about now two things happened.

Jordan felt a blushing warmth spread from his left breast, as a sensation like no other cupped and massaged a bundle of nerves aching to come alive and respond to the slightest touch. (this from Eric’s hand). Also, given the thoughts about breasts and this confusing and new sensory input, Jodie twitched in her panties as she started to become truly turned on. “Oh-mmmm...” she let out breathily in anticipation.

Nothing happened next, though her heart skipped a beat hoping it would. (Hoping it would???) As her legs were lifted into the bed and covers put on top.

Safe, secure, and no longer feeling the cold air. Jordan started to drift off to sleep, not hearing the door close.

Once asleep, he wondered to himself how big Tiffany would be. He should try to make a move on her once he gets out of these skirts and finds another job.

There was a nagging voice screaming in horror though, that none of the comments by Janet or Jodie were hallucinations. They were all real, and “you have tits dude, real tits!” This uncomfortable voice was temporarily silenced, as Jodie pushed it away to other thoughts

Jodie dreampt of Jordan walking to a pool, and there was three girls laughing and playing as though they were teens. Maybe they were Janet and Tiffany, but the center one was definitely himself, Jordan.

Except? Jordan was in a string bikini, and had just batted away a beach ball, and the top of the bikini held very large breasts, while the bottoms were perfectly flat, and closely snuggled Jodie’s hip and derrière. Jodie was giggling and paused to look at Jordan watching mouth agape

“This is me,” Jodie cryptically said, before laughing and running off with the two girls.

Leaving Jordan staring on in shock and dread, wondering what any of this meant, and what was real, and lastly who he was.

Tomorrow will be better, Jordan thought, dismissing the dream and trying to turn over in bed...

....ouch...Jordan winced, before rolling back onto his back, thinking “That’s not comfortable, that’s not right”