John had the most vivid dream that he had ever had. Although he ofter had dreams of hot women pleasuring him, never before did it feel so real. In it, a beautiful young woman was giving him a blowjob. She had been at it for a while and he was about to explode. The feelings were getting more and more intense when...
John's eyes flew open. That was intense. He could even still feel it. That wasn't right. John looked down. His bathrobe had been pulled open and he could see a mane of light brown hair belonging to a slender but shapely girl. Her head was furiously bobbing up and down and he could feel her hands grasping his legs.
John was breathing fast. The girl was moaning and whimpering at the same time. John reached down to hold her head and let out a "God."
The girl immediately stopped what she was doing. Slowly, she looked up. Her pretty tear stained face seemed oddly familar.
"Oh God John, I'm sorry." She took a step back. "Please help me. I can't...I don't know what's happening." She backed away even further.
John was shocked. This beautiful young woman was standing in front of him wearing only a bathrobe which was loosely fitting anyways. What was she talking about?
"John, it's me Dean. Please...I can't fight this. I...please help?"
John did not immediately understand what she was saying. Dean? He's over there. Looking down at the couch, he saw Dean wasn't there.
The girl saw John's confusion and took a step towards him. In a soft voice "John, they changed me. It must have been what this damn experiment was for. They changed me...oh God. I even feel like a girl." She broke down crying again.