You wake feeling a tight constriction across your chest, it is relieved with a loud snapping sound. You are Mike again, sort of. You feel your chest and arms and legs - all is right, but there's nothing between your thighs. Correction, there is something between your thighs and it's a vagina. You are so horny. Matt is just down the hall. You climb out of your crib, and pad naked down the hall to Matt's room. His door opens silently. You see him grinning in his sleep with his eyes moving rapidly. You start to sweat. Gawd, you're horny. You stare at the tent in Matt's blanket. You know what you have to do. Damn, you're living Matt's dream. You peel back the covers and straddle Matt's precum-oozing cock. You slide him inside you and grab his shoulders and passionately begin bouncing up and down on his cock as you kiss French him.
He is half-asleep, half-awake. Sure he's still dreaming, he thrusts his hips and kisses you back. After an hour and half of hot sweaty love making, you both pass out in his bed. You wake up first. You sit up on your knees. You're a guy, except for your crotch. You're naked. You want to cover yourself, but the only clothing you have now is down the hall and fits a two year old girl. You see Matt's dirty boxers lying on the floor, and decide to put them on. After all his dick's been inside them and you, you don't think he'll mind you wearing his dirty boxers. You are afraid he'll turn you back into a toddler permanently if you start rummaging through his drawers to find clean ones.
"At least I got to be on top last night," you remark as you sit in his desk chair.
He starts to snore. You turn to look at his computer, not password protected, and he keeps a journal! Hmm, maybe there's an answer to your predicament there.