Dream.

John couldn’t sleep, the excitement of the powers he now possessed were too much for rest. He stayed up late, asking Jane more and more questions.

“So why again could I change my dick immediately but not my height and stuff?” He typed, sitting on his bed.

“Because it was a change that would be imperceptible to the world at large. Whereas your physical appearance is most certainly noticeable.” She answered.

“So… I could change it because no one could see it?”

“Well yes, but more importantly, no one had already seen it.”

“Oh shit.” John said aloud, realising that if he hadn't been a virgin he couldn't have done that. His loneliness began crushing upon him.

John really didn't have anyone. Both of his parents had died in a horrible rollercoaster accident when he was fifteen. But they really hadn’t been a big part of his life or for that matter very affectionate towards him either; they lived a lavish life on what little money they had, holidaying most of their years abroad. He lived in a foster home for a year before running away so many times his new family decided to let him go. John, with the help of his foster family, sold his biological families home and moved into a one bedroom apartment in the city.

He listened to his neighbours fight. They were a loud Italian couple who would bicker all the time, it had become especially bad since their only son had moved out last week. Maria, the lady next door, was incredibly caring, she would look after John with meals every now and then and would check that he was doing okay regularly. She had become a mother figure to him; he even called her ‘Mom’ once by accident, she smiled and told him it was okay to call her that, but he chose not to. Carlos, her husband, was a complete scoundrel. John never knew for sure but he was almost positive Carlos had physically abused Maria a few times.

John noticed the clock tick over past midnight and the changes he had typed earlier that day in school that had been blinking green, faded away as they were implemented.

Lara Chanelle lived alone in a newly furnished condo in the city. She was sound asleep in her queen sized bed, her sheets neatly tucking her in, her thoughts at peace. Suddenly she murmured, her consciousness shifting to a more exciting topic. Her legs pressed together gently as her dream came into focus. She felt completely lucid, her decisions and actions were coming to her by themselves. She rolled over, untucking herself, a stiff breath escaping her lips. She tossed again, breathing deeper. And again she tossed, this time kicking her sheet off completely. She gripped a pillow between her legs firmly, a familiar face began to appear in her dream. She writhed slightly, gyrating on the pillow; she wormed for a moment and as her dream became more intense, so did she. The high school teacher moaned emphatically, her imagination running wild. Her white cutoff t-shirt was sticking to her body with sweat, her panties soaking quickly. Images of her student taking her on her desk flashed in her mind. Lara’s hips began to firmly gyrate, one of her slender hands gripped the sheets, the other pushing the pillow into her crotch. Still asleep, she squirmed. Her body now drenched in sweat. She flopped onto her stomach and began to hump and thrash. Her dream was coming to climax. Suddenly she woke. Her orgasm rocking her, rendering her speechless.

After a few minutes she calmed down, looking around at her demolished bed, tangled and covered in sweat. Lara ran a hand through her damp thick curly hair, “Was I just dreaming about John Donger? That’s fucking weird” She thought, laughing to herself.