Neverland

You are sleeping in your bed, having a great dream about you and Angelina Jolie in a very swanky hotel in Venice, having wild sex on the balcony, overlooking the canals. The dream ends.

You think you hear a tiny little voice say, "And sprinkle this one good. I think Peter and Wendy need something to break the logjam. This one will do nicely."

In your sleep-stupor, you open one eye a bit and see a glowing moth hovering over your bed. The moth's body looks strangely like a person. Then you go back to sleep.

You wake up in a forest, wearing the same blue medical scrubs you wore to bed. A half dozen teenagers, wearing fur and hats with ears, are peering through the brush. A lovely young woman in a fancy dress is with them. A boy in a green tunic and tights turns toward you, when you jiggle a bush next to you.

"Where did you come from?" he asks. "Never mind. Welcome to Neverland. I'm Peter. You must be a new Lost Boy."

Peter looks rather older than you remember from the books, probably 18 or 19, not 13, but still very youthful with no trace of beard. And if that's Wendy, she's definitely older. She's got a great set of tits filling out that dress, and, as she bends over looking through the bushes, her ass looks magnificent.

"Quiet, Peter," a boy dressed like a skunk says. "Tiger Lily will hear you."

"We're spying on Tiger Lily, the Indian Princess," Peter whispers.

For a boy in his late teens, Peter's voice appears to not have changed at puberty. Also, Peter's leotard does not reveal any twig and berries, but looks much more like a cameltoe. You remember seeing a stage production and an old television version where a woman played the part of Peter. Maybe that's because Peter is a girl!

(Author's Note: I've started a tip jar over at Ko-Fi. Drop-in and say hi!)