Just a little longer.

Madison hiccuped and squinted woozily at Regina, who was sitting next to her on the couch. "Fuckin' Ross," she mumbled. "What a cockblock."

"Tell me about it," Regina replied. She made no attempt to hide her amusement at Madison's state, but Madison didn't notice. "At least it's just us now."

She put an arm around Madison and started playing with her unkempt hair. Madison sighed blissfully and closed her eyes.

"Man, whatever he did to me.... feels fuckin' incredible. I could just sit here like this for hours."

"Yeah?" Regina asked curiously. "You wouldn't get bored?" Madison shook her head. "And would it bother you if we made out a little more?"

Madison snort-laughed and opened her heavy-lidded eyes. She grinned and Regina and spoke slowly, clearly struggling to find the words. "That's... a stupid fuckin' question."

Regina put her lips to Madison's and the sluggish golem clumsily kissed her back. They made out sloppily for a few seconds when Madison laughed, breaking off the kiss.

"This is a weird-ass dream... I know I don't have a dick, but I feel like I should have a boner anyway."

Regina was curious to explore this angle. "Didn't you say you wash your vagina every morning? Why do you feel like you should have a boner?"

Madison stared at her dully, struggling to process the question. "I... fuck, man. I dunno. I'm really confused. Like, this is my body, but it feels like I just stepped into it? Dream logic, I guess." She leaned forward to continue making out sloppily, but Regina stopped her and called Pat in from the next room.

"Sorry, Mads. This isn't as much fun as I thought. It's getting a little weird, so I'm gonna have Pat make you forget about all of this and leave you for Ross. Pat, can you make her forget everything that's happened since we gave her this personality?"

As Regina pulled out her phone to text Ross, Madison turned to look at the other golem. "Whoa, where did you come fr-"

Madison snorted and opened her eyes when Ross sat next to her. She looked around in daze, then squinted at him, trying to reorient herself. "Ross?" she finally asked. He nodded. "Hey, dude. Sorry... I think I musta zoned out on you. I feel really weird."

Ross chuckled and picked up the remote. "I'll bet. Don't worry about it, this is a dream. Wanna watch some TV?"

Madison shook her head in a vain attempt to clear the fog from her mind. After a second, she leaned back and sighed contentedly. "Sure," she slurred. "It's a weird dream. What're we watching?"

Ross channel-surfed till he found an old sitcom. As Madison chuckled thickly at the antics on screen, he moved closer to her. She didn't seem to notice until their legs were actually touching, at which point she grunted in surprise. She looked at him questioningly and he shrugged, so they kept watching. After a few minutes Ross put a hand on her knee, which she stared at uncomprehendingly for several seconds before laughing.

"Ross, dude. No judgment, but you're acting kinda gay." Madison tried to straighten up but swayed heavily. She laughed at her own inability to right herself and put a hand on his shoulder to steady herself. "Sorry, but I'm not into dudes."

Ross chuckled. "Me neither, Mads. Nothing better than a great pair of tits, am I right?"

"Fuck yeah!" she agreed.

"...like those," he said, and pointed to her chest. For a second Madison looked down in confusion, then reached up to experimentally prod one. She grunted and looked up at him, then down at them again.

"Fuck, they're sensitive. I forgot I even had 'em." She squeezed one. "They're so goddamn soft..." she said dreamily. After a second, she looked up with an epiphany. "I got a pussy too! Holy shit, I've got a pussy!"

"And that's news to you?" Ross asked with amusement. Madison snorted.

"Of course not! But, I mean, kinda. I guess I just don't think about it. This is a weird fuckin' dream." She didn't seem to realize that she was now roughly groping her own chest. "I've got tits and a pussy and... oh, shit, do I have a hot ass? I wanna see my ass!"

The golem tried to twist around to see her own posterior without much luck. Ross suggested that she get off of it and she pushed herself off of the sofa. Twisting around to see herself, she spoke with mild disappointment. "Shit. I can't see anything from this angle." She grabbed herself and squeezed hard, smiling dreamily. "Feels good though. Feels fuckin' great!"

"There's a mirror in the bedroom," Ross reminded her. "Wanna go get some better angles? We could lose the clothes too."

"Fuck!" Mads said, her enthusiasm only moderately tampered by the dream modifier. "You're right! What are we waiting for?"