Ring my bell

You're standing among a crowd of sexy women with voluptuous breasts coming at you from all sides. They're wearing shorts, skirts, halter tops, and bikini's of all kinds and colors. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, black, white, Latina, Asian, the spectrum of gorgeous women astounds you. Each of them call out for you with a yearning in their voice, rhythmically chanting, John! John! John! Each of them look at you with a deep longing in their eyes, desire, wanting, needing.

A smile grows on your face as you reach out to take hold of the first one you can. She's the epitome of beauty. You press your body against hers. She gasps in pleasure because she knows that she's chosen by you. You wrap one arm around her and the other caresses her head. Your eyes close as you press your lips against hers, they are soft and wonderful, and she kisses back fiercely, as if it meant her life to kiss you. Your arms work their way down towards her ass, grabbing and squeezing, while you continue your impassioned kiss, tongues encircling one another. You feel her hands begin to make their way towards your crotch, fumbling with your pants at first until finally she gets them open and unzipped. Then she plunges her hand quickly down between your legs to grab hold of your throbbing meat... only to immediately withdraw from your kiss with a gasp. Distant bells begin ring out. Confusion grows upon your face as she begins pushing you away. Her face shows disgust and she sighs as a look of disappointment washes over her. The other women all around have grown silent, harsh stares return your own.

"What's wrong?" You hesitantly ask. Another bell rings out. She looks down at your groin.

You look down as well to see your feminine waist in pink lace panties. "No!" Your new womanly voice screams out. You drop your pants and reach down within those panties to find they are completely absent of a cock, absent of anything at all, just smooth skin. "Nooooo!" You scream once again in that beautiful female voice. You fall to your knees, weeping.

Another bell rings out as you open your eyes to see a field of white hovering above you. You hear a ringing and turn to see an unfamiliar phone on an unfamiliar nightstand. You reach over, grab the phone, and press it to your face, "Hello?" That voice.

"Finally." It's Sam. "What are you doing?"

"Uh, I was just sleeping." That voice answers for you again. Images of throngs of beautiful women with cold stares flash in your mind. "I, uh, What, what, what do you want Sam?"

"Well, I thought you might like some company but if you're sleeping I can meet up with you tomorrow."

"No, no. I'd appreciate some company." How long were you asleep?

"Good. I'm right outside the door. So, if you could just open it that would be great."

"Outside the door? Uh, sure. Hang on."

You stumble out of bed and are quickly reminded of the recent events in your life. The mirror returns that slightly familiar beautiful reflection of a redheaded woman with large breasts and a short little plaid skirt. No wonder you're having crazy dreams. You're a woman who was a man just a day ago. What the fuck are you going to do? You reach down and grab the blouse off the floor and quickly throw it on, buttoning it as you walk to the door of the condo.

"Well hello sleepy head." Samantha stands before you as you open the door. She's wearing a revealing low-cut white sleeveless top and short black skirt. Your eyes are instantly drawn to her cleavage prominently displayed before you, much like the women in your dream. "I was thinking we could go out and get a drink. What do you think?"