In Your Dreams

by Jennifer White

 

Ed polished off the last slice of leftover pizza, and washed it down with half a can of beer. Now it was time for bed. It was three in the morning, and he was tired. It had been a long day. But such is the life of a bachelor. He was just two years out of college, and in his own apartment for the first time. He worked hard, and he partied hard.

He was wearing just his boxers and an old white cotton T-shirt, as he climbed under the covers, and quickly fell asleep. Tonight, Ed would have the same dream that had been going through his mind for months.

 

The first time he dreamed of her, Ed had been flabbergasted. This vision of beauty that he saw in his mind's eye at night, had to be the perfect woman, at least for him. From her shape to her size, from the hair to her shoes, from how she dress to how she talked, every single aspect of her could not have been designed better. She was the ultimate woman, as if custom made for him. And why not? It *was* his dream.

The first few dreams were awesome. The girl was hot, and she was hot for him. Again, why not, it was in his dreams. They would touch, kiss, make love, and everything. Almost every night, Ed would see her in his dreams, when he could remember them. Sometimes you dream, you know you had a dream, but when you wake up, it vanishes from your thoughts, even as you struggle to hold on to it.

This happened a few times, then for a while, it seemed to be occurring quite often. As Ed would wake up, he would feel pleasant, warm, with a glow as if he had just come down from having climaxed in bed with a woman. He knew that *she* had been in his dreams again, but the content of the dreams was elusive, just out of his reach. Again, it faded from his conscious mind, just as he was almost able to remember it.

But hey, it was just a dream. It didn't mean anything. Ed forgot, and went about his day.

 

* * *

 

One day, Ed was walking down the street, looking for a place to get a cup of coffee on his way home from the movies. There was an outdoor cafe, where people were sipping their cappuccinos and lattes, watching the people pass by. He decided to go in and get his coffee there. When he returned to look for a free table, he saw something that almost made him spill his coffee: *her*.

The woman in his dreams. She was real! She was there, at the same cafe as he was! What a shock it was to Ed to see that she wasn't just a figment of his imagination; she was *real*.

"Excuse me, can I join you?" he said, motioning towards the empty seat beside her.

"Sure. I'd love that" she replied, with a big smile on her face.

Ed felt positively giddy. She seemed open to his company, just like in his dreams! Part of him wanted to tell her right away that he had been dreaming of her, but then she was such a pretty girl, she was probably deluged by pickup-line after tedious pickup-line. He decided he was better off not to mention that, and just see how they hit it off in real life.

They talked, sipped their coffee, and before he knew it, while his head was still spinning, Ed found himself accepting her invitation to go home with her. Just like a dream. It was their first time meeting, but he was sure that they were going to hook up! Cool.

 

Fifteen minutes later, they walked up the steps and into her apartment.

"Nice place Kristen" he said.

"Thanks!" she replied cheerfully. "Take your shoes off. I want to keep the rub clean."

"No problem" said Ed, glad to start removing clothing already!

Kristen got out a bottle of white wine, and opened it for them. She poured it into oversized glasses, studded with glued on faux gems. They sat on the couch, sipped their wine, and talked some more. Time slipped by so easily when he was with her! And before he knew it, she was leading him by the hand to her bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, they touched each other for the first time. Ed put his arms around her, and felt her full breasts pressing against his chest, even as he felt his hardness between his legs poking into her.

"I can feel you" she said. "You're excited, aren't you?"

"Oh yes" said Ed.

They shared their first kiss together, and soon Kristen was gently taking off Ed's clothes. For every item she took off of him, he started to take one off of her. Before long, they were both naked, except for the panties which remained on Kristen. She reached down, and pulled them off with an elaborate slow motion. She leaned over with her chest stuck out, as she pulled them off of her feet, holding them by two fingertips.

"Put these on" she said to Ed.

"Why?" he asked, as she held them out for him.

"Just do it. For me" replied Kristen.

Ed shrugged his shoulders. He took them from her, and he could still feel her body heat in them. He put one foot through the leg hole, then the other. He pulled them up, and immediately felt silly for having panties on. They *were* incredibly soft and comfortable, unlike his boxers. And they pressed tight against him all over, instead of hanging there all baggy like his.

"You do you feel?" asked Kristen.

"I feel silly" he replied. "Yet, it's like there's something, oh I don't know....something familiar?"

It was odd, the strange feeling of deja vu that he was experiencing, as if he had done this before. Yet, never in his life had he ever put on a pair of panties. He felt completely aroused now, and he wanted her even more somehow.

Kristen leaned over to the floor, where her pile of clothes was. She picked up her bra, and held it out to Ed.

"Now put this on" she said.

Inside, part of Ed's mind was screaming "No, don't do it! Men don't wear bras! Don't let her dress you up like a girl!". But part of him felt even more aroused by the idea, and *that* part of him was stronger. Add to that the fact that he didn't want to argue with her, because they were so close to making love, and it was an easy decision. He reached out, and took the bra from her.

Somehow, as he put it on, a feeling of warmth and happiness started to emerge within him. For some reason, doing what she told him felt good. Very good. It didn't occur to him to question why it was so easy for him to put the bra on.

"How do you feel now?" said Kristen.

"It feels wrong" replied Ed.

"That's because your bra is so sad, with the cups so empty like that. But don't worry honey, we can fix that."

She turned, and opened the closet door. She pulled out a box, and opened the lid. Ed looked inside, and saw what appeared to be two large breasts in the box. Kristen pulled one out, and handed it to Ed. Without asking, he put it into the left cup of his bra. Kristen handed him the other one, and he put it into the right side.

"*Now* how do you feel?" she asked.

"I feel...better" replied Ed.

As he started at himself in the mirror, with his bra cups now filled out completely be the breast forms, he did feel *so* much better, like this was *right*, and how he was before felt *wrong*.

 

Without thinking and without her asking, Ed reached down and picked up Kristen's pantyhose. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and started to pull them on as he and Kristen continued to talk. She was over at her dresser, putting on a fresh pair of panties, and a matching bra. Seeing her large boobs being supported by her red bra made Ed feel inadequate inside. She was stacked, and he was so flat-chested. He needed falsies to look like she did in the bosom. He felt like he came up so short in that department!

"Your outfit is on the hanger in the closet" said Kristen, as she slipped into tight low-rider jeans.

Ed pulled the black dress off of the hanger, and started to put it on, as Kristen pulled on her pink tanktop with embroidered flowers.

"Now what should I do for shoes?" said Ed out loud.

"Your pumps are in the red box next to the shelf" said Kristen.

"Can I wear them in the house?" asked Ed.

"No, not inside. But you can put them on when we go out later."

"Cool" said Ed, setting the red box aside, as he looked at the shiny high heel shoes inside.

"Now how do you feel?" asked Kristen.

"I feel a little funny" said Ed. "I mean, I'm wearing your panties, and your bra."

"I see" said Kristen.

"I mean," continued Ed, "it just seems wrong. I should be wearing *my* panties and *my* bra, instead of yours."

"We're roommates" replied Kristen. "We share everything. We wear each other's clothes, we use each other's makeup. We do everything together."

"Just like in my dreams" said Ed, who now could remember the elusive dreams from the past month. He remembered the dreams where Kristen first started teaching him how to dress, how to put on makeup, how to fix his hair, and all of the little details he would need to know as her roommate.

Ed looked down at his smooth legs inside the pantyhose. He hadn't really thought about it that morning, as he had shaved his legs. But now that he was wearing a dress that left his legs bare from the knees down, he was really glad that he had done it! Kristen had taught him that in his dreams too.

He stopped to think hard. In his dreams, he had lived as Kristen's roommate. But she didn't call him 'Ed', she used another name.

"Erica" he said out loud. "I'm Erica."

"That's right" replied Kristen. "You remember now. You are a woman, and your name is Erica."

"I remember!" said Ed proudly. "I *am* a woman!"

"How does that make you feel?" asked Kristen.

"Wonderful!" he said. "It makes me feel like jumping for joy! I feel as giddy as a little girl. Oh Kristen, I can remember everything now!"

"That's wonderful Erica" she replied. "I've been training you for months. Now all of that hard work has paid off. Now you *are* Erica. Now you are a woman."

"Yes" replied Ed. "And I am your roommate."

"You're my girlfriend now" replied Kristen.

"Yes. I am your girlfriend" said Ed.

 

He took a step forward, towards her, so they could kiss. Ed moved with a new grace and ease, like a ballet dancer. This wasn't something he *noticed*, it was just how he moved now, with feminine grace and ease. There was a lot in his mind that he hadn't realized.

Over the course of the past months, as Kristen had started to appear in his dreams, she had put many things into his brain, but they were inaccessible. Now, as the door opened up, they suddenly started to come out, like water bursting through a dam. And just as a flood of water washes away everything in its path, what had once been Ed's normal self was quickly being washed out by the raging torrent of *female* thoughts and feelings. What was left of his male self was left then to drown under the crush of his new sense of self.

 

The moment of male/female equilibrium had come, and quickly passed. The scales of Ed's mind had tipped heavily towards female now, and now his very self image was different. There was no Ed; there was Erica. *She* was the who thought the thoughts. *She* was the one firmly in control. They were *her* memories, it was *her* body.

If Erica had touched herself between the legs at that moment, she would have been shocked to find that she had male body parts. She was completely female in all aspects of self; there was no residual male thoughts, feelings or memories. Inside, she had been completely transformed into a fully functioning woman.

 

This inner struggle (which wasn't much of a struggle at all) happened over the course of just two minutes. As Erica stood there, wrestling control away from what was left of Ed, then drown out his remains in the sea of feminine thoughts and feelings, Kristen had left the room. She returned now, carrying a bottle of pills, a disc, and a glass of water.

"Here's your birth control pill Erica" she said. "A girl needs her hormones!"

Erica turned the disc to the setting marked "1", and dispensed the pill. There were similar settings, one for each day of a woman's cycle. Although the pill for day 1 was inert, with no effect, the point was to get in the habit of taking your pill every single day, without fail. That way, a woman could make sure she didn't get pregnant. Or a woman in a man's body could ingest the female hormones she longed for, to help start the gradual body change she desired.

"And here's your estrogen Erica. Some day, you'll have boobs like mine if you always take these."

Erica took two of the white oval pills, and swallowed them down with water. This too would become a daily ritual for her. Once enough estrogen had been absorbed, her brain would be physically altered, to help cement her female thought patterns forever. It would soften her skin, and her real boobs would start to fill in with time.

 

Now Erica went to the bathroom, where she started to pluck her eyebrows. She shook her head, looking at her short hair. It was too short to do much with, but she'd figure out some way to make it look cute. She hadn't cut it for a month now, ever since Kristen had seeded her existence within the person who used to be Ed. She looked sadly at her face. It would need a lot of surgery, not to mention electrolysis.

After applying her makeup, she had to pee, so she shut the door, pulled up her dress, pulled down her pantyhose and finally her panties. She sat down to pee, and had quite a shock when she saw down between her legs. Erica screamed in horror at the top of her lungs.

 

"What's the matter honey?" asked Kristen, who ran in to see what was the matter.

"Don't look!" yelled Erica. "Between my legs! Something's wrong! No! I look like a man down there!"

Erica started crying, being so upset about finding the defect with her body.

"It's all right honey, I know" said Kristen. "Don't worry your pretty little head. We've got an appointment for tomorrow. The doctor will remove it, and you'll be as good as new."

"It's so gross!" said Erica. "Get it off me!!!!!!!!"

"We will" replied Kristen. "We will."

 

* * *

 

A few months later, once Erica's last operation was over, she felt much better. Now her body was the same as the pictured it in her mind. The breast implants had been nice, but it was the last surgery that artificially created a vagina inside her, that was the icing on the cake. Now she looked feminine, like she felt inside.

She couldn't ever remember being Ed anymore. And she couldn't ever remember not being a total slave to Kristen, living to serve her every need. Nothing made Erica feel as good as when she was able to do something for Kristen. Not even getting laid on a date felt as good as serving her Mistress.

So in the end, both women were very happy. Kristen had a slave, so she never had to do housework again. A slave that would try out potential dates for her, and weed out the ones that weren't good in bed. And for her part, Erica was happy too. She was allowed to server her Mistress, and she had a new guy almost every night.

It was a happy ending for all.

  

  

  

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