23rd of June

I have a task now, given by Her. But as much as I enjoy her nightly attention, the soft praise She whispers to me, I fear She is asking too much.

"Little one, there is something you need to do for me. A test of your dedication to me. Seduce your friend Presley Babcock. Use my gifts, the ones you already have and the ones I will give you. You want to make me proud, don't you, little one?"

It was more than She ever whispered to me at one time. And what's more, She embraced me so closely, my manhood between Her legs, that my dream-self felt the lips of Her nethers on the length of my manhood. As She spoke, Her hips moved, until finally, I awoke with an explosive climax and a gasped word:

Yes.

I want to make Her proud. I_ _need to make Her proud. And now, with Her own words confirming it, what is happening to me really is Her doing. Should I not thank Her for the gifts she bestows upon me? What else can I call what I now see before me in the mirror? I am no longer entirely male; though they are yet small, She has given me a pair of shapely breasts that rise with my every breath. My hips She has made wider, softer, as She did for my thighs and my behind. My face, too, has almost imperceptibly changed, with the eyes ever so slightly larger, lashes and lips fuller, jaw less pronounced, the cheek bones more so.It makes me realize that She has to have been shaping me from the very first time I dreamt that infernal dream. It is only now that I notice the changes, slow as they are and have been. And I was doing my best to ignore what was happening to me, what She so gracefully bestowed upon me.

With Her gifts, it might just be possible to make Her proud. For now, they are easily hidden under my coat, but I am sure that Presley will appreciate them.

It is entirely possible my task might take a while. Not only was Presley dreadfully busy today and had no time for a chat (which to my surprise hurt me more than expected), but after I paid him my little visit, there appeared a thought in my head that gave me pause like I had been dunked into ice water.

What if, once I seduce Presley, She stops giving me Her gifts?

And why does the thought fill me with dread?