Joey Joe

You flip the note around to see if there were any more instructions. So far, it only seems like that was it.

"Well, this is a weird dream. Still, this was pretty rad." You chuckled.

Your name is Johnny Joe, an adult man working as an ice cream vendor near your local beach in a city called Crystal Lake City. The beach itself was called, unironically, Crystal Lake Beach. Funnily enough, this city had no crystal lakes...

Anyway, your friends call you JoJo as a nickname.

People keep asking if your name is a JoJo reference. You have no idea what that means, and you're honestly sick of it after being asked that constantly for no reason.

But enough about your stupid life problems!

"So, like, I just gotta write the name a girl, and I just see their dreams? Bro, that's some sick ass shit, sign me the fuck up!" You exclaimed, already writing down the name of a girl in your mind.

There were a bunch of girls that you used to have huuuuge crushes on way back in the day when you were still a kid. Your hot babysitter, who used to take care of you and play games with you a lot was one of them. Your math teacher back in high school, who used to come over your house to tutor you. There was also your aunt, who was only related to you by marrying your Mom's younger brother, Uncle TomTom.

All three of these women have something in common.

Big boobs, sweet lips, sexy legs.

Of course, they weren't the only girls in your mind...

Finished writing the name on the note, you smiled pervertedly. "Niiiice. So now I just gotta go to the door on the right, right?"

You looked over to see the door out of this room, and excitedly walked through it...