The Second Night

The day progressed about as expected from there. His family had a nice dinner with the unexpected guest of Frank's unusually blunt girlfriend (who was a hit with both of his parents). Frank drove her home. Actually, it was a few blocks away. Ava didn't want to introduce him to her family until she finished "the plan". What that meant, Frank wouldn't learn for a while. On the way home, Frank took a detour, stopping at a grocery store to stock up on some things. Food for his new bird, snacks for his girlfriend (she actually texted him a list), and some various groceries for the house. He was in a fairly wealthy part of town, so he figured he could maybe find some groceries he wouldn't normally. He was right, some cool stuff was here that he wanted to try for cooking.

After arriving home... he was beat. Going to school, acquiring new gf, immediately boning her, introducing her to his family, getting groceries... it was a lot for a loser to do in one day. He fed his bird, yawned, and went to bed. But sleep seemed to elude him for a while, until...

TWEET TWEET

He was out cold.

Frank awoke with a distinct feeling of deja vu. He was in this place again. In standard meme vernacular he decided to name this nebulous labyrinth of layered hallways and rooms "the backrooms".

"You took a while to fall asleep." came a distinctly birdlike voice. Frank turned around to find... wait, he didn't know her name, did he? "No, you don't know my name. You couldn't pronounce it anyway." she replied to his thoughts.

"Well, what do I call you?" He asked, trying not to sound dry or hostile to this thing that has him dancing in her palm.

"You're going to call me Stella." Frank raised an eyebrow, confused at the way she phrased that. Sighing, Stella replied "If we continued this conversation, what would happen is that I would tell you to call me whatever you liked, to which then you would think long and hard for too much time and ultimately decide on Stella. So to prevent us from wasting time, I tried to skip all of that. But then you raised your eyebrow and **** me to explain all of my reasoning and we wasted the time anyway."

Frank understood WHY his companion made this decision, but didn't understand HOW now. But not wanting to earn her ire, he ultimately decided to assume the fairy god had fairy god powers and let it lie. She seemed to not in approval of this decision. Frank looked around and found more doors, including the rest of his family. His parents' doors were there now (he assumed again from them being one of the last people he interacted with before falling asleep). Regardless, he had no intention of fucking with his parents using this place in any sense of the word.

"Wait," Frank asked, realizing something, "Why do I still have my superego?" He didn't see himself on the floor anywhere and noticed he was capable of self-judgment at the moment.

Stella replied "I've decided you'll only lose your superego while you're inside one of the doors... or when I want you to," Frank appreciated her candor, in a way. "Since the only time I have to talk to the real you is in here, I figured it should be all of you. That being said, when you enter a door, you'll leave your little anchor behind here." Frank still hated the idea, but Stella seemed adamant. She was serious about granting his wishes whether he liked it or not. It was like a proactive monkey's paw.

True to her word, she felt that this conversation is over and separated Frank between Dreamy Frank from superfrank. Frank caught himself before he hit the ground and gave an exasperated look at Stella, who sighed and conjured a mattress for Dreamy Frank to lay superfrank on.

Since Frank was having his arm twisted to discard his superego and seduce people, he decided he might as well make the most of it. He began thinking of various routes he could take, going straight for the deep end. Fucking his sister came to mind. Objectively she was hot, but she was also a lesbian. He'd have to uproot a good amount of her personality. That wouldn't be a problem using the Dreams, but he wasn't sure that's the angle he wanted to go. There'd be too many societal problems. Maybe further down the line when she's bewildered that he's surrounded himself with other hot girls or something and decide to test the water but then have a few super hot dreams and go all-in.

He could also go for his sister's girlfriend. Tara was also hot and could be improved by the Dreams, but he didn't like how much of a bitch she was. Maybe he'd work on her slowly, too. The idea of fucking a lesbian straight turned Dreamy Frank on.

He could fuck whoever Tiffany was. The current cheer captain and now-rival of his new girlfriend that his complete self was in love with. Hell, Dreamy Frank was in love with her, too, but he was also completely fine changing her brain, changing her body, cheating on her... Christ, he's a sociopath in this state. He laughed audibly. But that was another idea. Make a harem out of the cheer team, starting with Ava and Tiffany. He could intentionally fill the cheer team with his harem. Change the rest of the hot girls in the school to want to be cheerleaders too and kick out anyone not hot enough for him and/or resistant to the Dream's powers, if that was possible. That could work. He had enough time left in the school year to do something like that if he wanted.

Or he could do something wildly different. Dreamy Frank considered the idea of invading the dreams of some celebrity he wanted to fuck and rewiring her directly until she was one of his girls too without even having met him in the real world yet, actively seeking him out. That would be hot. Imagine Frank sitting on his computer when suddenly some instagram girl messages him that she wants to have phonesex or something, only to meet up later. That would do it for him. Frank liked famous girls, and Dreamy Frank was here to make him happy in the end.

Ultimately, Dreamy Frank knew he didn't have to choose. He decided to not worry too hard about it and had Stella pull up the door for...

Ultimately I'm not going to choose a real celebrity, I'll be going with a fake person who you'll just have to accept is famous in fictionland.