She had dreams of violent and intense feelings. A bright orange clouded her mind and her sweat-soaked body tossed and turned in the summer night heat. It was a violent sleep, one interrupted with brief moments of alertness and gasps of pleasure. And in that border between asleep and awake, the stifling night dragged on. When she woke up, she knew that something was... odd.
Christie was a modest and god-fearing girl. She prided herself on her constraint and control over her sexual urges. She had signed herself to a life of chastity until marriage and she had seen it through every day for twenty-one years. She did not drink, she spent Sundays at the church, and lived the way that God would have liked her to.
She was a singer in the church's choir, and she had the voice to fit. Soft, heavenly and beautiful, as people would often compliment it, but she did not let those comments go to her head -- she was not a prideful creature. Green eyes, brown hair, a modest chest and pale skin, a churchgoer through and through.
But it was only when she had slipped out of her nightdress and started clipping up her skirt that she noticed an addition. At first, she thought she had imagined it, when her hand brushed against a lump of her skin in her pelvic area. Then her hand pressed against it when she did up the last button. All at once she was undoing the skirt and pulling off her panties to inspect what was wrong with her body -- and oh my, she nearly died of fright.
Where her vagina once was was what she recognized to be a penis, fully erect a good fifteen centimeters in length. She carefully reached down and held it in her hand, and a wave of curious pleasure bubbled inside of her. It felt so good. It was as if her new dick forced her hand downwards to stroke it and enjoy it. She let out a quiet moan and fell to her knees, biting at her lips. She made to move her hand once again but stopped short. She couldn't! She had to wait until marriage. These actions were lustful and sinful. To give in would be to give in to the devil.
It took great mental effort to free her hand from the fountain of pleasure and climb to her feet. Why did she grow a dick, she wondered? Why she of all people? Yes, that must be it. This must be a test from God to see if she was truly as virtuous as she believed herself to be. Steeling her resolve, she put on her clothes, putting extra attention to make sure that her new member was nicely hidden, and went downstairs.
Within ten minutes she was out of the house and into the sweltering summer heat. It was a Sunday, and Sunday meant choir at the church. Before she left, she said a prayer to God, praying that she will be able to keep her new dick a secret and that she will not give into temptation.
