Sweet Dreams

After he'd had his fun today and ditched the woman he'd worn, Wendell went back to his dorm. After all there was nothing else to do. He was exhausted from a night of fun, no sleep and an afternoon of more fun. He kicked off his shoes, in the dark, and flicked on the light. His room was a bit of a mess, but not filthy or dirty. He tried in vain to pop his neck, and then entered his bathroom. It was basically a closet with a sink, but it worked well enough. Wendell set about brushing his teeth and washing his face, intent on tossing off his clothes and climbing into bed straight after. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was distinctly male and felt a bit of twinge at this.

Huh...why women? I mean, I could've just worn Hank and maybe even Guy, and whoever else to get any chick I wanted. Whatever...not like anyone will ever know. Not like I slept with a man either. Shit...I did lick that cum....but I also really liked fucking Stacy too. What the hell do I want?

He finished washing up and went to his bed. After peeling off his jeans and unbuttoning his shirt, Wendell collapsed into the pillows and comforter. He pulled off his glasses and set them on the night stand, and pulled the chain on his desk lamp to kill the light.

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There was a mass of pink fluid sloshing about. It rolled, slid, and poured, taking the shape of whatever container it was in. Sometimes it was square, and other times a sphere, still other times pointed or twisted or flat. The fluid washed over Wendell and soon he was in a pink sea. Floating here in the tinted water, the waves rocked him back and forth. He squeezed his tits, and stroked his cock, letting his long hair float about in the water behind him. The waves were steady, and even and over time grew more agressive, and pounding. He was pushed and then would spring back into to place to be pushed again. He was breathing so hard and rocking so much that his tits were slapping against his chest. Back and forth. The pink ocean was pressing on him, filling him, and driving it's way inside him, when Wendell finally awoke.

He was sweating, writhing, and hard. He was grinding himself into his bed.

What the fuck was that....

Rolling over in the pre-dawn light, he took some deep breaths and felt distinctly empty. Empty in a very literal way. In a way that made him want to be filled.

I think I'm going to try sex as a woman..