Dreamcatcher

by Jennifer White

 

Brandon tried not to stare, as Sonya walked down the aisle in his busy New York office. She was so hot! She wore a tight blue chalk-striped pencil skirt, matching jacket, and a soft silky blouse that gently covered the shapes of her generous breasts. Wow! Add to that the dark nylons and the heels, and you had quite a package. And she had perfect, long, wavy brown hair. And she wore irresistible makeup. She was so perfect! Her long fingernails were painted red today, Brandon noticed. He wished he could feel what it was like to have her dig her nails into his back as he made love to her. But as usual, she paid him no mind, and walked on. Of course, that gave him a chance to see the wonderful view from behind, as her skirt swished back and forth. Wow!

Brandon had tried so many things, but Sonya just wasn't interested in him. The rumor around the office was that she had a boyfriend from college, but he was working in Los Angeles, and she was going to "save herself for him". Not if Brandon had anything to do with it! He plotted about how to get her, before some other guy at the office was successful. Or her old flame came back.

At lunch, Brandon was sitting alone at a table in the cafeteria. He noticed on the seat next to him that someone had left a magazine behind. It was one of those glossy magazines for women, and he laughed at some of the titles for the stories inside. But one of them caught his eye. It said "Teach him to make your wildest fantasies come true in bed".

Brandon flipped the pages until he found the article. He skimmed over it, but it wasn't nearly as exciting for him as the title would have him believe. It was more about communication than how to have hot sex. Blah, blah, blah. Chicks sure liked to talk.

But that afternoon, a thought occurred to Brandon. The article said that chicks had fantasies. What if Brandon could somehow get to learn what Sonya's fantasies were? Then he could make them come true. But how?

* * *

That evening, Brandon was looking on the web, searching on terms like "fantasies" and "dreams". Most of what came up was ads for porn sites. But one thing did catch his eye: an article about something called a "dreamcatcher". It was made by native Americans, and it was supposed to be able to filter out dreams. Dreamcatchers were placed above children's beds to "catch" nightmares before they could reach them. Brandon wondered if there was a way that he could catch Sonya's dreams...

* * *

It was a bright and sunny Sunday, warm for this early in the year. Brandon was walking down the street, past a flea market where everything under the sun was available for purchase. As he strolled past the tables and booths, one thing caught his attention: an old woman with leathery skin, almost red in color. In front of her on the table were all sorts of hand-crafted necklaces, bracelets, and *dreamcatchers*! Excitedly, he went to her and asked her how it worked.

"Is there any way I could catch someone else's dreams?" he asked. "I want to know what a friend's true fantasies are."

"It is possible" she said, closing her eyes. "But you may not like what you see."

Brandon wasn't going to be dissuaded. He pressed on, demanding to know how it worked. The old woman relented, and told him what he must do. First, it required a special dreamcatcher. It cost five times what the others cost, but he didn't care. Secondly, he would need an amulet, which was also very expensive. He bought one from her too. Finally, he would need a picture of his friend. That wasn't a problem; he'd print out the one from the company's online internal phone directory.

He walked away with a brown paper bag, his wallet seventy dollars lighter. Brandon hoped he hadn't just been ripped off. But he had to try. He just knew that this was going to work for him!

Back home, Brandon got right to work. He tunneled through to the company's internal web, then he brought up the online directory, and searched for Sonya. There was her picture, looking so perfect and glorious. He printed it out on his photo quality printer, and laid it on the table. Then he used the amulet as the old woman had instructed him to, then finally laid the picture in the middle of the dreamcatcher, which he hung over his bed. It looked like a spider's web, but instead of a fly, there was a picture of Sonya caught in the webbing! Brandon rubbed his hands together. Soon, he would know her dearest secrets.

* * *

That night, Brandon laid down and went to sleep, unsure of how exactly the dreamcatcher was supposed to work. He hoped again that he hadn't been ripped off! But he'd be too embarrassed to go back and tell the old woman it didn't work. As midnight rolled around, he decided that he had just blown his money. He felt in such a bad mood as he finally drifted off to sleep...

Brandon went into a dream. He was standing before a mirror, looking at himself. He saw Sonya in the reflection, wearing the most beautiful white wedding gown. The veil over his face made everything look fuzzy. He felt such a sense of panic! There were only minutes to go before the wedding, but he was barefoot!

He looked around, but his heels were nowhere to be found! There seemed to be one room after the next, but no matter how hard he looked he could not find them. And with each room he entered, he seemed to be further and further away from where the wedding was located. He tried to call out, but his voice would not work. Suddenly, he woke up, in a cold sweat.

For a moment, he was freaked out. Why would he have just dreamed that he was a bride, and that he looked like Sonya? Suddenly it dawned on him: it was the dreamcatcher. He had just experienced her dream! She was dreaming of being married, but something was preventing her from doing it. Brandon quickly realized that the dream symbolized her frustration with her boyfriend living across the country, thousands of miles away. She *wanted* to get married. Now he knew something about her that nobody else did.

Brandon smiled as he closed his eyes, and went back to sleep. He was eager to see what else Sonya might be dreaming that night....

* * *

Over the next three nights, Brandon was able to catch three more of Sonya's dreams. He dreamed he was her, laying on a tropical beach, wearing a bikini, getting a tan. In the dream, he looked down at his hand, and noticed a wedding ring. His hand went out, and was taken by a man's hand, also wearing a ring. Brandon woke up in another cold sweat. He had just experienced Sonya's dream of being on her honeymoon!

He also experienced a few of her dreams that were nonsensical. He couldn't make heads or tails of them, and brushed them off as being like the occasional strange dream he'd have. There were also dreams of being with her old college roommate and talking. Boring! Or of visiting her mother and her sisters. Boring!

But then came the sex dream. One night, Brandon was sleeping, when he started to experience Sonya's dream. In this dream, she was with her lover, in a hotel suite. Her lover touched her all over, and she felt so excited to be with him. She spread her legs wide open, and pointed for him to get busy down there. He leaned over, put his mouth on her pussy, and started to lick. Brandon woke up to a warm glowing feeling all over. He was holding his pillow tight, and he noticed that he had a huge hard-on. He had just dreamed of being Sonya, with a man licking his pussy, and it had turned him on? Strange.

But he wasn't upset for long: now he knew what she *really* liked in bed. Once he got her, he'd know what to do, and she would just melt for him. He knew her sexual fantasies now. All he had to do was figure out how to get her in bed now...

* * *

After two weeks of catching Sonya's dreams, Brandon experienced something new. He was at the office, and he overheard Sonya say to another office girl that they should go shopping at lunch. As Brandon sat alone and read a newspaper, the two girls headed out the front door. About fifteen minutes later, Brandon's head was suddenly filled with the image of a pink skirt and white tank top. And he could feel an overwhelming desire to buy it.

He quickly realized that Sonya had found something she wanted. Cool! Now he knew what to buy for her! He quickly scribbled a note, as he started to pick up images of the shoes, blouses and dresses that Sonya wanted, as she did her shopping. Brandon took notes. He could surprise her now with just what she wanted. This was so wonderful! Somehow, his link to her dreams and desires was getting stronger now. Soon, he'd have everything he needed to win her over.

That afternoon, he was in a meeting with twelve people, including Sonya. Suddenly, his head was filled with an image of the clothes that Paul was wearing; a pastel shirt, sport jacket, and a tie. Sonya liked how he was dressed! Brandon took notes. He would alter his wardrobe to better please her.

But then he felt something else: Sonya felt an attraction towards Charles, and as lusty thoughts entered her mind, Brandon could feel them too! It turned his stomach to experience feelings of desire for a man! But it was Sonya's desire, not his. And again, he could use this to his advantage. Brandon noted how Charles was well built, with strong muscles. If that was the type that Sonya went for, he vowed to get started at the gym as soon as possible!

* * *

Over the next week, Brandon learned a lot about Sonya. As she read a newspaper at breakfast, he picked up on her desire to go see the new Broadway show. Brandon didn't like all that singing and dancing; it seemed kind of fruity to him. But now he knew where he could ask her out for a date! He also learned what her favorite restaurant was, her favorite band, and what kind of wine she liked to drink. He made careful notes. It was almost as if the plan for their first date was just falling into his lap.

But that evening, as Brandon watched TV, something disturbing happened. Far away, at her apartment, Sonya was talking on the phone with her long-distance boyfriend. And as they talked, she started touching herself, imagining that *he* was there with her. She took out a dildo she kept in the drawer by her bed. At her boyfriend's request, she sucked on it, imagining it was him, and imaging she was making him get hard. These images and feelings flooded Brandon's mind, and he was revolted!

Now she took the dildo, and placed the head of it right on the slit between her legs. As her lover told her to imagine that he was putting himself into her, she gently slid the dildo inside her wet pussy. And as she did so, her feelings and desires were all transmitted to Brandon. He went to his room, and took down the dreamcatcher. He had to stop these awful feelings and desires, and get them out of his head! Her wish to have a big penis up inside her pussy was overwhelming, and the dreamcatcher was making Brandon feel what she felt. He wanted a man so much! He wanted a penis to be up inside of him, sliding in and out.

Brandon was gasping for air, as the waves of pleasure swept over Sonya, through the dreamcatcher, and into Brandon. He struggled just to stand, so he could take it down. He had to make these feelings stop! He didn't want to feel this! No!!!!

That night, as he lay in bed, Brandon realized he had enough of the dreamcatcher. He threw it in the trash, along with the amulet. In the morning, he'd make his move on Sonya. And it would work. She needed a man. And he knew every detail of what she liked. This was going to work!

* * *

Brandon sat down at his desk, and checked his new silk tie. It was yellow, with polka dots, and it looked sharp with his pastel blue dress shirt, and his sport jacket. He had on new shoes, freshly polished. He had picked up on the fact that Sonya checked out a guy's shoes, and that partly informed her judgment. Sloppy shoes meant a man who didn't care about himself. And if a man didn't care about himself, how could he care about her?

Brandon flexed his muscles. He hoped that all of the workouts and weightlifting he had been doing would pay off, along with his new wardrobe. He had studied all of his notes, and made sure to wear the optimal outfit, in terms of what Sonya liked. He had even gotten a new hairstyle, a little shorter than usual for him. But it was what *she* liked.

Brandon walked confidently over to Sonya's desk. As he knocked on the door, he had a sinking feeling. He felt a desire flowing from her, which was one of getting away. He ignored it. He had to do this.

"Sonya, I was hoping you could help me with something" he said tentatively.

"Yes?" she replied, full of suspicion.

"You see, I have two tickets for the show "Wicked" on Broadway tonight."

"That's the hottest ticket in town" she replied.

"Yes. And you see, the girl I've been seeing just left me, so I was hoping you might go with me to see the show."

Sonya paused. Brandon decided to go in for the kill.

"After the show, I have a reservation at Chez Francois. The Times said they've got this years new Bordeaux wines on the menu. And then we could go out dancing at Club 99. I have a buddy who can get is in without waiting in the line. What do you say?"

Again, Sonya paused, and Brandon held his breath. There. He had just offered her tickets to a show she'd been dying to see. And dinner at her favorite restaurant, drinking her favorite wine. And then dancing (something he hated but she loved) at a hot place. And he was dressed just the way she liked. Everything was done perfectly. How could she say no?

But something was wrong. Brandon could feel a sense of *anger* emanating from Sonya. And it was directed at him!

"I can't believe you would do this!!!!" she said, her face turning red as her anger boiled over.

"What?" said Brandon, not knowing what he had done wrong.

"You've been spying on me! You've been listening to my phone calls!" she said, trying to keep from yelling.

"No! How could you say that?" said Brandon. He could see that she was just seething with rage. And he could *feel* it.

"Oh, you don't even know me, but somehow you seem to know my favorite place to eat? And dance? What, have you been following me?"

"No, I'd never do that to you..." said Brandon, but she cut him off.

"So it's a coincidence that you also know my favorite wine? And the show I want to see? And look at how you're dressed! Did you ask Jackie or one of my friends what kind of clothes I like on men? You're such a creep! Get out of my sight. I never want to see you again! Arrrrgh!!!"

Brandon was practically in tears. His whole grand scheme had just gone up in smoke. He had blown it. How stupid of him! He had thought that if he did everything exactly as she liked it, she'd say yes. But he hadn't anticipated a reaction like this! He went back to his desk, and he felt tears flowing. Why was he crying? He realized he was still picking up Sonya's feelings. He had made *her* cry. And now it was flowing through to him!

Brandon was really upset now. He was crushed, having just blown it with the girl of his dreams. But worse yet, he was still somehow linked to her, and the link kept growing stronger and stronger. He had thrown out the dreamcatcher, but somehow he could not escape her dreams, her feelings, and her desires.

He went to a bar and had a few drinks, but that did nothing to make him feel better. All he could feel was the hurt that flowed from Sonya, through the dreamcatcher, and to him. He felt an urge to go do something to calm himself down. He went out on the street, and started walking around. Almost on his own, his feet traveled to 5th Avenue, where there was one store after another. He found himself walking into a large department store, and without thinking he ended up in the lady's clothing section.

When Brandon saw the blue dress with the white trim, his heart beat faster. It looked so cute! He felt an overwhelming need to buy it. He didn't think about that fact that he was a man, and he didn't buy dresses. All he could feel was the need to buy one, to make himself feel better. If he had been thinking clearly, he would have been frightened: now he wasn't just feeling what Sonya felt; he was feeling what she *would* have felt, had *she* been there.

After buying the dress (and not even noticing the strange look from the sales clerk), Brandon proceeded to buy himself a new lingerie set, followed by a pair of shoes, and a purse. He took all of the shopping bags, and hurried home to try on his new treasures.

* * *

The next morning, Brandon came to his senses. He could just kick himself for having bought that stupid dress! And worse yet, he had worn it! What had he been thinking? He was determined to return everything, right away, and to get a full refund. He repacked the shopping bags, and rode the elevator down to street level.

He started walking, and found himself staring at a cute guy who was jogging down the street. No! He had to keep himself from thinking like that! Those were *Sonya's* feelings, not his! He had to focus! But how could he focus when he saw the girls ahead wearing the cute outfits? He wanted something like that for himself. Something cute but practical, which he could wear to work, or out on a date.

He saw a woman pushing a stroller, with a little baby riding inside.

"Aw, how cute!" he said. "She is just darling!"

Brandon's mind filled with the image of holding a baby in his arms. In his daydream, he unbuttoned his blouse, unhooked his front-closing bra, and started to breastfeed the little baby. He wanted to be a mommy. He wanted to get pregnant and give birth to lots of babies. After he got married, that is.

Instead of returning the clothes, he found himself on a shopping spree, buying *more* outfits for himself. Pretty pencil skirts for work, fun flowing skirts for weekends, sexy tops, bras, panties, makeup, and more! If he had enough money, he would have bought more and more, but his credit card was just about maxed out. So he had to stop. For now.

He went home and put on one of his new outfits, then his makeup. He put bright red polish on his fingernails, but said "Tsk, tsk" to himself for having such short nails. They would grow out in time, as would his short hair. It looked so awful. He needed to do something about it. After he plucked his eyebrows that is. They were way too bushy and out of control!

* * *

By Monday, many things had changed at Brandon's apartment. The decor. The level of cleanliness. The clothes hanging in the closet. Bit by bit, he had transformed everything to become more and more like Sonya's place. Her feelings on things were his feelings now. Her tastes had become his tastes. Her *thoughts* his too. He was almost like a sister to her now. Her sister *Brenda*.

Brenda put on the new outfit with the blue chalk-striped pencil skirt, the matching blazer and the white silky top. The shoes that *she* picked out were almost identical to the pair that Sonya wore. Then Brenda did her makeup very much like Sonya did, not using too much for the office setting. She rode the bus to the office, then stopped for Sonya's favorite drink: a tall latte. Brenda smiled, and said to make it an order of two. One for her. One for her soul sister.

Brenda arrived at 7:30am sharp, much earlier than Brandon would have. It was the same time that Sonya came in, to get some things done before everything got too busy. "Brenda" and Sonya were the only two in the office as a matter of fact.

"Here, I bought this for you" said Brenda, as she set the cup down on Sonya's desk. "Your favorite."

Sonya looked up at Brandon, stunned. Just three days ago, he had asked her on a date. Now here he was, dressed up as a woman. More to the point, dressed up like *her*. She looked at his hair, which was short, but had been dyed the same color as hers. She recognized the shade of lipstick he wore, then color of his nails, and the make of his shoes. All clones of her things.

"Brandon? What is going on?" she said, her voice shaky. Had her rejection driven him to *this* extreme?

"It's Brenda" she replied, touching Sonya's hand lightly. "Don't you recognize your soul sister?"

"Okay... Brenda. Look. We had better get out of here before everyone comes in."

"But I like to arrive early, so I can get some work done before it gets to crazy" said Brenda. "As soon as all the guys come in, they'll be hitting on me, interrupting me. I'll never get a thing done. You know how it is."

Sonya couldn't believe it. Those were here exact feelings. How could Brandon have become so obsessed with her that he was dressing like her, acting like her, and even claiming to feel exactly as she did? She felt guilty, and wanted to get him out of there before anyone else saw him. He'd be the laughingstock of the office. She convinced him to grab his purse, so she could show him something at her apartment.

In fifteen minutes, the cab dropped them off. Sonya showed 'Brenda' where she lived, but 'Brenda' seemed to already know.

"Apartment 8D" said Brenda.

Inside, Sonya made tea, and poured them each a cup. She watched Brenda hold the cup daintily, pinkie extended, much as she did when she drank tea.

"I'm sorry if I was hard on you Friday" said Sonya. "You have to know that I already have a boyfriend. And I get hit on all the time at work. Guys sneak around and try to pry information from my girlfriends, so they can have 'an edge' on things when they hit on me. With all you knew about me, I thought you were spying on me, and I lost it. But I can see that something else is going on. Talk to me. Tell me what you're feeling."

"I'm sorry that I hit on you Friday" said Brenda. "I knew you had a boyfriend. I knew you got hit on all the time at work. I've seen the guys sneaking around, trying to pry information from your girlfriends, so they can have 'an edge' when they hit on you. I hate it when they do that to me! I know exactly as you feel. You had ever right to be upset with me."

Sonya shivered. It was so eerie, hearing these words from him! It was almost as if he did feel exactly as she felt. This was more than admiration gone wrong; something was up. She decided to try something, to test him. She showed him the picture of the dog she had when she was growing up.

"Bootsie!" said Brenda. "He was so wonderful. So warm and cuddly, and he loved being brushed. I miss him so."

Sonya froze. That was impossible. How in the world could he know about a dog she had when she was twelve?

"Mom's older sister is...." said Sonya.

"Mary" replied Brenda. "Aunt Mary! She always used to make the best pies, didn't she. I wish I could make them that good, but they never come out the same. But you're wrong sis; Angie is the older sister. Aunt Mary is two years younger than mom."

Sonya shivered again. Brenda had called her 'sis'. And Brenda knew things that nobody could know. Even if Brandon had looked up her family tree (and apparently memorized it), how would he know about Aunt Mary's pies? It was impossible.

Sonya recrossed her legs. At the exact same moment, she saw 'Brenda' recross her legs too. Brenda seemed to have the same posture as she did. It was all too strange.

"I had better call work" they both said, at the exact same moment, in the same accent, with the same vocal inflection.

Sonya felt desperate! Whatever had happened to Brandon, it was extreme. She had been forced to reject many guys in her lifetime. But none had ever reacted like this, going so far as to make themselves a clone of her. Out of desperation, she tried something she never would have.

"Okay, you win" she said. "Why don't you fuck me now, and get it over with? I'll take you to bed, and do anything you want."

"Ew!!!" said Brenda.

"Ew?" asked Sonya. "Friday you had the hots for me."

"I want what you want. A nice man... like David."

Brenda picked up the picture of Sonya's boyfriend David, and clutched it to her chest.

"I want to get married. I want to have lots of babies" said Brenda.

"You can't have babies, you're a man!" yelled Sonya, trying to get some sense into Brandon.

"Oh, you silly!" said Brenda in reply.

Sonya was beside herself. She had just offered Brandon what she knew he wanted: her. But that wasn't good enough. What could happen to turn a straight, girl-chasing man into someone who was dressing, thinking, and feeling like a woman? Or more specifically: her. It was almost as if... as if he was possessed. By her.

She had to shake him up into being a man again. But how? Then it dawned on her: he was feeling what she was feeling. Maybe she could use that. Maybe, if she really tried, she could bring him back.

"Mmmm, baby. I want you" she said. "I've always wanted a man like you."

"I'm not a man!" said Brenda.

"Look at me, Brandon" said Sonya. "I WANT YOU."

Sonya tried with all of her might to want him. She transferred her feelings towards David onto him. With all of her heart, she tried to want him. She pictured herself making love with him. She wanted him. She wanted him. She wanted him.

"I *really* want you" she said. "I really, really want you! I have to have you! I need you!"

"I want you" said Brenda, as Sonya's feelings flowed through her.

"I want you to take off your clothes, and put your penis into me" said Sonya.

Moments later, Brenda was removing her skirt, her blouse, her bra. With all of his clothes off, Brandon looked strange. He had on makeup, his legs and chest were smooth and hairless. But between his legs, he was all man. Sonya's body responded by getting aroused. Brenda's body responded by also getting aroused. Their feelings fed off each other, causing their desire to grow.

"I want you in me, now" said Sonya.

"I want to be in you, now" said Brenda.

Brenda slid herself gently into Sonya's vagina. Instead of coming on hard and trying to pound her like a man who had been after her for months, Brenda took things slow and easy. Brenda knew exactly where Sonya like to be touched, how hard or soft, how fast, and how slow. When Sonya longed to have her nipples teased, Brenda was already reaching for them. When she wanted Brenda to go harder and twist them, she was already starting to do it. Brenda brought Sonya to greater and greater heights of anticipation and longing than she had ever before felt in her life.

They were perfectly in sync. Before Brenda came, she brought Sonya to a climax four times. And afterwards, Brenda went down on Sonya, to bring her again. And again. And after *that*, when Sonya wanted to feel close, and to just be held... Brenda did it. Brenda whispered into Sonya's ears, saying all of the things she longed to hear from a lover. How Brenda would stay with her forever, and love her every day as on this day. How they'd be best friends and lovers, start a family together, get married, honeymoon in Hawaii, and all of the other things Sonya had always wanted.

Sonya and Brenda looked into each other's eyes.

"I love you" they said at the same time. They both really meant it.

* * *

"What's that?" said the young man.

"A dreamcatcher" said the old woman.

"Does it work?" asked the young man.

"The last gentleman I sold one too caught his dream" she replied.

The old woman smiled, and then laughed. People didn't quite know what they were getting into, when it came to dreams...

  

  

  

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