His dreams cum true

The summer sun was pouring in the bedroom window at 6am, as Fred was too tired to draw the shades the afternoon before.

Half conscious and half dreaming, while lying on his back, something was definitely.... different...

The comforter was tented up at his crotch two feet in the air, casting a shadow and blocking part of the morning sun. His heart began to beat fast.... was last night not a dream?

Moving a hand to his crotch he scratched the heavy masses of two grapefruit size testes. They skin on them was tight, and hot. Reaching up he tried to stroke his new penis, but couldn't reach the glans.

Dreaming he was underneath another TS in her tight ass, Fred imagined the feeling of cum rising deep in his balls. He imagined the TS riding him, her erect cock flopping on his belly.

Fred shook as his new cock spurted under the sheets, soaking them in its sticky goo. Wiping himself off with more blanket he stood up and lost his balance. Stumbling, he leaned against the wall to regain his balance. In the five steps to the bathroom her was hard again.

Looking back at him in the mirror seemed to be a supercharged version of the transgender woman from the internet. Platinum blonde locks cascaded over Fred's shoulders, framing D cup breasts over six pack abs. Gone were his stubble, and body hair. A petite woman's face stared back at him. Slim tanned hairless skin covered his body. Long lean legs led up to his oversized hairless balls, bulging and tight with blue veins criss crossing them. His cock stood erect, extending two feet from his body, hitting the mirror as he stared. He even had the same tattoos. His own appearance turned him on.

"Oh my god, I've become my dream." Fred muttered out loud.

Lost in the moment, he reeled his futa cock in and began sucking it in earnest. His balls tingled and drew tight as the wet sensation drove him over the top. His cock exploded in his mouth, gobs of cum spilling out the sides of his pouty red lips and out his nose. His alien cock went soft for only a few seconds before it shot back to its rigid length. Aiming it at the shower tub Fred stroked four more orgasms out of the monster before it went limp. The session filled the tub with cum.

Collapsing on the floor in exhaustion, Fred felt a cold wet sensation from his ass. He crawled on hands back to his bedroom and knees, with a semisoft cock dragging on the floor. Fred layed on his back and raised his legs spread eagle in front of his floor length mirror. With suprising flexibility he pulled both legs behind his shoulders and lifted up his ballsack... underneath was a perfectly formed vagina, dripping and wet.

Standing back up, Fred had a thought... he had morphed into the trans girl on the internet. Was this permanent? Could he change back to Fred, and did he even want to? Could he change into other transgirls? Other men? Other women?

He found his phone and began surfing for his go to masturbation material.