I could feel myself getting a few inches taller, my muscles bulging a bit more. I became aware of the sensation of my cock and balls, inside my tight pants, growing but staying flaccid.
Caroline's face changed yet again; between her delicately arched eyebrows, her jutting cheekbones, and her long neck, she now had the look of a supermodel. But only from the shoulders up -- her figure had become even more voluptuous. A pair of tawny melons threatened to spill out over the top of what was now a sequined minidress, an oval- shaped hole revealing the gold ring in the navel in the middle of her flat, toned stomach. Her tanned, smooth legs ended in a pair of shoes with what must have been a 6-inch heel.
The bedroom expanded to at least twice its previous size. There was now a living area, with a couple of leather sofas and chairs facing a giant TV, and a dining area, with four chairs surrounding a table covered in a white tablecloth. The four posts on the bed grew upward as a canopy draped itself over the top.
And the fiftyish maid turned into a twenty-something maid, who looked completely different. Now a petite Asian in a much skimpier uniform -- it actually looked like an impractical Halloween costume -- she was wheeling a cart over to the dining table.
"We knew you'd probably be too tired for breakfast," she said with a slight accent, "but Jerome made you some brunch to eat up here."
Caroline was checking herself out in a gold-framed full-length mirror that had appeared on the wall near the bed. The maid started taking silver serving dishes off the cart and putting them on the table. As she worked, I asked her, "Didn't you notice that? "
"Notice what?" she asked.
"We all changed!" I pointed out. "You most of all."
She looked at me with a quizzical expression. "I always look like this. You haven't even changed clothes since prom last night." I looked down to see I was still in the sleeveless tuxedo shirt, which had grown more ruffles and turned to a light green.
"But you were older --"
The maid was putting down two place settings. "I hope I'm not going to have to call your parents in Hong Kong and tell them you're sick."
I slumped down into one of the dining chairs as she wheeled the cart away. "This has gotta be the weirdest dream ever."
Caroline sat down opposite me. "I don't think I've ever gotten hungry in a dream."
The food was delicious -- eggs, bacon, ham, and various other breakfast items. Caroline and I were a little too bewildered, and hungry, to talk much about our situation. It didn't help that she looked almost completely different from the Caroline I was familiar with, although I could see enough of Caroline's usual mannerisms that I still recognized her.
Once we'd had our fill, Caroline took one last sip of orange juice, looked me in the eye, and something came out of her mouth that I never would have expected.