Kelli's night hadn't been as restful as Jon's. For one thing, his satin sheets, smooth, soft, had been extremely distracting on his overly-sensitive skin, an ongoing side effect of the skin treatment he'd received on arrival at Girl World. For another, his dreams had been uncomfortable.
Over and over in Kelli's dreams he'd been denied what he wanted. About to drink a beer, bottle inches from his lips, only to have it smashed on the ground. About to eat a banana, the smell filling his nostrils, only to have it knocked from his hand. About to suck the condiments off of a hot dog, something he'd never done before but had experienced a craving for in his dream, only to have it stolen from his grip. Multiple times Kelli had found himself woken up in disappointment, a feeling of emptiness in his mouth, his tongue working its way around his lips as if hoping for a taste of the thing that he'd lost.
He wasn't going to let it ruin his day, though. Kelli was a positive, upbeat kind of guy. Sure, he was stuck bunking with Jon, a total stranger, and a crossdresser, but at least Jon seemed nice. Not nice, Kelli corrected himself, special. There was something special about Jon. Kelli didn't know what it was, but he wanted to stick around his roommate until he figured out what it was. The guy was clever, as shown by his amazing performance at the bar the previous night, but it was more than that. It was almost as if there was something just a bit more real about Jon than everything else in Girl World.
Pushing the thought from his mind, Kelli stretched and sat up, his sheets slipping off his body, revealing the pajama set he'd donned before he'd fallen asleep. Kelli was still getting to know Jon, and he didn't want to weird him out by just wearing underwear around the house, so he'd made sure to dress for bed, grabbing something to make his roommate more comfortable.
As a child, Kelli had enjoyed a set of Batman pajamas, a pair of black-and-grey PJs that held the famous logo on the front. Those had always gotten him compliments at sleepovers. There were no Batman outfits available (and it would be a bit strange if there had been - he was, after all, a grown-up!), but there was the next best thing. Keeping with the dark, tough-looking theme, Kelli had slipped on a black, yet see-through babydoll with a low-cut v-neck that would make sure that Jon could see Kelli's tough chest, ensuring that he was really hanging with a bro. Jon was, after all, a crossdresser; Kelli didn't want him to get the wrong idea. Then he'd stepped into a black pair of tanga panties, so as to hide his junk from his roommate. The last thing he wanted to do would be to flash his penis in Jon's face if he had to get up to pee in the night.
The spirit enjoyed playing with Kelli's dreams almost as much as it enjoyed playing with Kelli in Girl World. He was so pliable, so moldable, the spirit wondered if it would be able to push Kelli faster than any other subject, even Jon.
Kelli's body was still unaltered since his arrival in the house. The spirit was all too happy to change that. As Kelli dreamed of phallic symbols being dashed from his mouth, the spirit slipped into Kelli's real-world mouth. Deeper and deeper it penetrated, thrusting, pushing. When it slipped back out, Kelli's gag reflex had been removed. It was a small change, but one that would come in handy with the new reality the spirit was creating for Kelli.
Still laying in bed, Kelli could hear his roommate moving around the apartment. A smile formed on his face, not because he was excited to see his roommate, but because the day had begun. It was going to be a great day, he could tell. There were adventures to be had, an island resort to explore, and girls, so many amazing, hot, girls, to meet. Meet and, well...
He giggled at the thought. Climbing out of bed and adjusting the straps on his babydoll, he to the door of his bedroom, heading out to the washroom to drain his full bladder. He couldn't wait to head out and explore what Girl World had waiting for him!
