Morning wood

The next morning I woke up in my bed. I felt better than I had for a long time. A dream had probably plagued me during the night, but I felt strong and like I could tear down trees. The only strange thing was that I was lying naked in bed, which wasn't really my style. Oh well. I was greeted by a morning boner, but I took that in my stride too, as it often happened to me.

It usually went away after a few push-ups and squats, which I do every morning. But not today, which surprised me. Although I did more exercises than usual and still didn't feel exhausted, the tension didn't subside.

Should I go for a jog today? The weather was inviting, but in this state I couldn't run through the village in baggy jogging bottoms. A cold shower might help.

It didn't help. On the contrary. While I carefully washed my manhood so as not to stain myself, I discovered an entrance to my body behind my scrotum that didn't belong there. Including a clitoris that made me gasp with pleasure when I touched it. Only behind it did I find my anus, as was normal.

I became aware of my dream again. The girls, their stories, our merging, my betrayal of the church, of celibacy and of everything that was sacred to me. Was it reality? It could not be. “Oh Lord, forgive me.” What had I done?

I had to reach Karen. She was the interface to the children, she would know whether they were here yesterday or whether I had perhaps - hopefully - only dreamed it. I dried myself off as quickly as I could, stepped out of the bathroom into my living room and dropped the towel in shock. It stuck to me, my boner was still so hard.

“Well, someone's happy to see me!”