Morning Rain

I woke up the next morning early, hoping that the storm had faded and I had just found myself in a bad dream. I reached out for my phone. I found it underneath Betty, who was back to her normal self. She moaned a tired moan as I grabbed the device.

"No," she said, "I wanna be the boy next time."

I shrugged. That could have been anything. At least, that's what I thought until I saw the pictures on my phone. There I was, in the middle of a sandwich-- my father enjoying as his cock entered me while I entered my girlfriend. I looked around. Alice was back to normal as well.

Huh. Oh well, perhaps it was a shared strange dream and the photo was something I only thought I saw. I saved it for later, pounding headache the only thing springing me from the bed. I went to the window to check if the rain had lightened. Opening it a bit, I was met with almost gale **** winds. I shut the door and crept out into the living room area.

On the table was a set of cards I had never seen before. I opened it up and looked at the details on each card. They depicted men or women, or sometimes both in strange poses with arrows going all four cardinal directions. The work was intricate, detailed, like something from a fancy woodcut in an old porn book, something like Fanny Hill, I suppose.

I was staring at one of them, when Kevin and Cora entered. Kevin looked at me, blushed, and almost went back to his room. But Cora pushed him forwards.

"I, uh, had a strange dream last night," he said.

"I had a weird night too. Want to trade stories?"

"Only if you promise nothing will change your friendship," Cora said.

"Of course," I said. "Kevin and I go back a long time. No matter what happens, we'll be okay."

"WhatifIwantedtobeyourgirlfriend?" he said fast and low. Cora elbowed him.

"What?" I asked.

"What if I wanted to be your girlfriend?" he repeated, in a low whisper, but slowly.

"That must have been some dream," I said. He nodded and took a long, deep breath in. He looked at Cora, who nodded to him.

"Last night I dreamed I was Cora. But when I looked up to see who was roughly thrusting into me, it was you. Oh god, it was great. You really hit the right spots. You grabbed my tits tight and squeezed. And my hair, oh that almost got me off right then and there. The way you used me like an object, so rough... well, anyways I woke up and found out it was a dream and I was myself again. I cried when I realized I had a cock and not a hole for you to fill."

I turned to Cora.

"How did you feel about this?"

"Well, he told me, and I wondered if I could nurse him back to manhood. I even sucked his dick--"

"She never does that," Kevin says.

"But then I thought, what if we played out the scenario. Kevin pretended he was you, and I pretended I was him stuck in my body. He screamed my name and his own, and I screamed yours. I loved being another person too."

"Well," said Kevin, moving in more close than he usually would before. "That's my story. What's yours?"

I told them all that happened between me and William. I followed it up with Alice and Betty and their body shifts as well. As I did so, Kevin first grabbed my hand, and then near the end dared to kiss my chest.

"What are you doing?" I asked. Kevin drew back.

"I just want to be a good Cora for you," he said.

"Suck his dick," Cora prompted. Kevin was about to start, when a door creaked open. Kevin scooted over to Cora. he sat cross legged, awkward, trying to hide his erection. I was having trouble hiding my own hard member as well.

"Breakfast?" asked William. I pointed to a backpack we'd brought in from the rain. He dove into it and found several granola bars.

"There's more real stuff in the car," Kevin said. "But it's like bullets out there."

"Ah," said William. He looked from me to Kevin, and then back. "Pleasant dreams?"

"Yeah," we murmured, quietly.

"Me too," he said. "I dreamed I had this girl calling me daddy." He winked at me. "Can't wait to dream her again."

Betty and Alice broke in then as well, and grabbed their own granola bars. Scarfing down the food, they looked out the window.

"Well, what are we going to do on this drizzly house bound day?"

My eyes wandered down to the pack of cards.

"How about a game?"