Perfect Jennifer turned away, and Real Jen felt the briefest pang of dismay even through her induced calm. Was the dream ending? Had her dream self lost interest in the real thing? A figure appeared from the distance, it was her best friend Mia. Unlike most of her friends and hangers-on, Mia was never considered attractive. Sure, she was in good shape, she had even started getting some curves lately, but for some reason, she always went for the most boring looks possible, from her hair to her clothes to those dumb little reading glasses she didn’t actually need.
The air tickled the underside of Jennifer’s breasts.
The Dream Jennifer loomed over Mia, who seemed just as enamored as the Real Jennifer. Dream Jennifer gently cupped Mia’s chin, tilting her head up so their eyes met. With that same warm smile, Dream Jennifer leaned in to place a tender, romantic kiss right on Mia’s lips. Mia’s eyes widened in surprise for just a moment before fluttering shut in bliss as she threw her arms around her new lover.
Real Jennifer’s breath quickened as her body began to heat up.
The kiss held for a time. Was it minutes? Hours? It should’ve been. Even without Real Jen’s participation, the moment seemed too perfect to disrupt. When the two dream women began moving again, it was only to take things further. Both mouths opened as each tongue began to explore and caress the other’s mouth. Mia leapt onto Dream Jennifer to get a better angle, locking her toned legs around the other girl’s waist. Dream Jen barely had to shift to keep her balance, but she moved to support the smaller girl all the same. Each hand found one of Mia’s butt cheeks and squeezed as she pulled Mia closer.
Jennifer’s mouth, vagina, and anus tingled, as sexual fluid began seeping into the bed sheets.
Mia began to change. Her lips filled out as Dream Jen’s tongue ran along them until they formed a slight pout. Her eyes grew brighter as they stared at Dream Jen’s face. Her ass swelled and her hips widened as Dream Jen kneaded them until they spilled over her hands. Her breasts ballooned out as they gyrated against Dream Jen’s body until Dream Jen’s chin sat on top of Mia’s cleavage. Her body perfected itself, just like Dream Jen’s.
The heat coursing through Jennifer pulled inward. Pulled away from her skin, pulled toward bone and organ, pulled tighter and hotter and more intense like it was a tangible substance.
Mia’s outfit changed to suit her new body. Her ankle-length skirt raced up to her thighs, pursued by a growing pair of thin, black socks. Her cardigan thinned and shrunk around her body, showing off her new curves while still “innocently” teasing at more. Her glasses stayed on, but they shifted from thick, black plastic to metal frames, accenting her face instead of covering it. Overall, Mia looked less overtly sensual than Dream Jen, but she had become the ideal “Girl Next Door”.
The sights and sounds and smells of Jennifer’s bedroom came into sudden clarity, pressing into the edges of her awareness. Kyle had stopped talking at some point. Still, the dream took her attention.
New people approached the scene. Men and women around her age, many she recognized. They stared lovingly at Mia, at Dream Jen, at Real Jen, and at each other. Still, they wasted little time, staring became embracing, embracing became kissing, kissing became groping, and groping became a pile of torn and discarded clothing. As the orgy formed, Dream Jen was right in the thick of it, eating out Mia while presenting herself so her boyfriend could begin railing her doggy style.
For a moment, the scene seemed to slow down as Real Jen’s awareness expanded, letting her focus on every participant at once. The orgy hadn’t even fully begun before people started changing. Curves filled out, muscles chiseled, fat melted, hair gleamed, skin smoothed, assholes loosened, pussies tightened, members enlarged, and more. Any hesitation or lack of confidence in the crowd evaporated as the changes progressed. Some even incorporated their changing bodies into sexual acts. A woman let her swelling ass engulf her partner’s face as she sat on it. A man ceased thrusting, letting his penis expand inside his mate until they fit perfectly.
Jennifer’s awareness expanded exponentially further as the orgy faded from her mind, only for dozens of new scenes to appear in its place. She processed all of them as they happened. It was a tidal wave of information, more than enough to drown her mind, yet it kept growing, and she kept riding the wave. Each scene showed the transformation spreading to people across the world, making them beautiful, confident, and sultry.
Jennifer’s head surged as the true meaning of these dreams came into focus. Her delirium gave way to another kind of euphoria. The result of this global change went far beyond looks. Repression and insecurity became liberation and self-confidence. Guarded hearts became open and vulnerable. Callousness became empathy. Mistrust became understanding.
The tidal wave her mind rode wasn’t mania, but love. In this dream world, love was free, love was easy, and love was everywhere. For just a moment, this vision of the world crystallized in her mind, beautiful enough to bring Jen to tears. Then, the dream began to fade. As the unnatural relaxation of the curse faded, she felt the slight pressure of bunched-up bed sheets underneath her back, the chill of air on her wet skin, the dryness on her tongue, a thousand trivial discomforts that proved she was back to reality.