Jon stirred in his sleep, causing the spirit to ease its efforts. His dreams had continued to be hot and steamy, and with the spirit's help, he'd had orgasm after orgasm. His silky black nightie and panties were ruined by the sperm that was now drying all over them, but that was none of the spirit's concern. It could make new clothes, just as it could affect changes in reality.
Well, it could make changes to reality with the help of its victims, that is.
That was the big secret. The spirit had amazing powers, could change so much about the world, but it had to trick its victims into the changes, manipulating their minds so that they would accept them. The spirit was the fuel, but the victim was the match. Once the spirit's victims accepted a small piece of the new reality, the door was opened and it could have its fun.
And so much fun it was having!
Jon had already lost his body hair, which had only taken a few moments. Since then, the spirit had been gently massaging Jon's behind, allowing it to grow in a much more feminine fashion. The spirit wanted Jon to be as alluring as possible, and nothing said alluring like a sexy ass.
The change had been easy, but took time. Jon had been dreaming about dancing in a conga line, wearing a sundress, on the beach. With the change in mind, the spirit poked at the dream, changing it ever so slightly so that the man behind Jon was so close that his fully erect penis was grinding into Jon's backside. Then the spirit played with Jon's dream clothes, changing them into a white bikini.
Jon, in his usual accepting manor, found himself so glad that the man was helping him dance, leading him in the moves that Jon was unsure about. Instead of fighting against the man, Jon pressed back into him, counter-grinding, taking the hint from the more experienced dancer on how to behave. He only wished that his backside was a little bigger, a little softer, so that he wouldn't make the man behind him so uncomfortable.
That had been all the spirit needed. By the time Jon stirred, his ass looked like it belonged to a dancer in an hip hop music video. The spirit didn't care how ruined the lingerie Jon wore was, it had bigger fish to fry.
Realizing that Jon needed to slip away from REM for a while, the spirit decided to check in on its other victim. It wondered what kind of mischief the delivery boy had gotten into on his own.
