As Sam drifted into sleep, he was taken by dreams, or for the most part, nightmares. He had one dream in which he was fully a succubus, but he had no control over his body and watched helplessly as it pranced around in sexy clothes, enticing men. Eventually he ended up in bed with a man, and most of him hated it, fought to stop it, but as the male loomed over him, a massive erection threatening to penetrate him any moment now, the worst part was that a growing lust in him just wanted to give in, wanted that cock inside of him. But he didn't give in. He would NOT become a slut. He fought tooth and nail, and managed to break out of the dream.
The next dream seemed more pleasant, at first. He was male again, and in bed with Anna. She smiled at him and his heart leaped as he prepared to enter her, but then she suddenly she smirked, and grabbing his dick she violently pushed it back into his body. He could only look down in shock as her fingers pushed further, forcing their way inside of him, creating a wet tunnel that ached with arousal. He looked back at her, but now she was Aaron, fully male, and with ease Aaron flipped Sam over so that he was on top. Aaron smiled down at Sam cockily. "I know you want this, my little slut," he teased as he positioned himself at Sam's entrance. Sam did want it. He wanted it a thousand times more than he'd wanted it in the last dream. He wanted Aaron with a burning lust that was beyond description.
No! He would NOT give in! He was a man! He would not become a slut! "NO!" He shouted as he startled awake.
Panting and sweating, he realized that it must be very early in the morning, from the dim light coming through the window. He looked to Mark's bed to see his roommate looking back at him. "Are ok, man?" asked Mark. Sam noted grimly that Mark's voice was higher.
"I'm ok." said Sam, but he was shocked at his voice. It wasn't just higher. It also had a musical feminine beauty to it and...and even the beginnings of sultry, seductive tones. Fearfully he looked down at his body. His breast buds were now more than just buds, they were clearly full-blown breasts, almost pushing C cup already. His waist caved in and his hips flared out, not drastically, but enough that he looked like a girl. In a rush he pulled down his pants, not even caring if Mark saw. He breathed a sigh of relief that his manhood was still there, but it looked so tiny and weak.
"This is so fucked up." said Mark.
Sam looked over at his roommate. His face was softer. He had less muscle. He almost looked like Sam had yesterday. Then Sam noticed something. "Mark, your arm!" he said.
Mark lifted his arm and stared blankly. It was covered in feathers. Mostly blue, but with a mixture of reds and purples, they would actually be quite beautiful, if they weren't strangely attached to an otherwise human boy, and Sam found it funny that the feathers looked more like they belonged to some tropical bird than to a harpy as he knew of them. "What the hell..." said Mark. Then he just lie back down and covered his head up.
"Are you ok, Mark?" asked Sam.
"Leave me alone. I'm going back to sleep. I'll deal with this shit later," said Mark.