The sun set, leaving the sky a juicy orange above the hills and the deep reaches of space a dark, sweet purple that reminded me of wine. I strolled in the cool, slightly humid evening towards the full moon, gold like a coin and frightening in its majesty. It was the kind of moon that could make werewolves, could tug at the webs of your mind and bring out the evil.
There was a sweet fragrance in the air, something fruity like orange blossoms. I walked all night over an endless, well-trimmed lawn and the scent grew stronger and stronger, and I became more and more frustrated when I could not find the source of the smell.
The scene faded. My soul merged with my body and I slowly opened my eyes, realizing I had been dreaming. The drowsy warmth of my room enveloped me.
But this was not my room...it seemed altogether familiar, yet different. I noticed my simple bed had been turned into a four-poster bed, and up the four posts grew a green waxy vine, studded with huge, white flowers, which at their centers were very pink and bled into their petals. Small red fruits, which I had never seen before, concealed themselves behind the blossoms. The same vines draped over the bed to make a canopy. Fresh white and pink petals fell to the bed and had covered me like a thick quilt.
To my left was Thon. He was propped up on his elbow, watching me. His long black hair tumbled down and clung to his sculpted muscles. The petals had not covered him and he was completely naked, and very white like a marble statue. His whiteness almost matched that of the petals. His shadows were very dramatic and made me startle at how muscular he was, yet far from bulky. He was like a healthy cat that was bred for showing.
"Well, come here, now," he said, "you can see me, but I can't see you." And he brushed away the petals that had covered me.
I was very shocked to look down and remember that Thon had turned me into a woman the day before - so I had not been dreaming! What a lovely woman I was, too. A Renaissance beauty, no waif, with curves that should be squeezed like fruit at the market. My breasts, I could tell, were very firm, but I was afraid to touch them, lest this dream melt away and I wake up with my normal male body, which, nevertheless, had been very beautiful. I guessed that my long auburn hair would have fitted me perfectly as a woman, and I saw that it did - I spied myself in a mirror across the room. When I was a boy, I knew, that with all my feminine beauty, I would have made a lovely woman.
Thon was examining my body with even more interest, if that was possible. He stared for a long while at the hairy cleft between my legs, and then up at my generous breasts. He seemed very pleased with his work. And then his sculpted arm moved gracefully down his belly, down to the penis which was already hard and standing up straight.
He wrapped the fingers around the base of it. I noticed the fine black hairs on his knuckles, very sparse, like wispy ghosts compared to the hairs where his large cock met his pelvis. He moved his hand very slowly over it, in time with his eyes moving across my body. I wanted to grab the thing out of his hand and help him, but this was far more enticing.
His hand moved up to the head, pre-cum glistening at the tip. His strokes were so exquisitely timed that I wanted to reach down to my own hard cock and imitate his moves, until I realized I had no cock. Yet I still felt the same, burning arousal - but it was spread throughout my hips, through my legs, this was a more relaxing sensation, but at the same time it made me ache for him more. I wanted him to fill me up, to cure myself of that void.
