Jon leapt at Ms. Ferguson and managed to grab her legs and pull her to the ground. She gasped for air as the wind was knocked out of her. Jon looked up to see where Mikey had gone just in time to see him run back through the vortex and out of this dream world. Jon had hoped that when the 'Dreamer' had left the dream world that the dream would end and he would be freed as well, but that didn't seem to be how it worked.
Jon got up from the ground and took stock of his surroundings. Ms Ferguson lay on the ground curled into a fetal position hugging her knees to her chest. Pamela and her friends were walking slowly toward the two of them. Pamela face was a mask of almost insane rage.
"How dare you ruin my fun!?" She said while stomping her foot hard on the ground. "I was playing with those two and you had no right to stop me."
"But you were hurting them. You were going to make Ms. Ferguson rape my little brother." Jon protested.
"And you ruined it!" Pamela shrieked. "Now I'm going to make her fuck you instead." Pamela raised her hands and pointed them at Jon. "Girl boobs, Girl boobs, Girl boobs." She shouted.
The force of the magic emanating from Pamela's outstretched hands knocked Jon off of his feet. Just like in his original dream the magic tore away his shirt revealing his naked chest. It seemed that saying the 'magic words' three time tripled the effects of the magic and Jon's chest expanded well beyond what was comfortable. He was fairly sure his breasts were at least the size of Karyn's before they stopped growing.
The other little girls clapped there hands as they watched cheering Pamela on. "Good job Pamela. Turn him into a girl." one of them said.
"Soon." Pamela replied. "But he made me really mad so I'm going to make him suffer." She pointed her right arm at Jon as he lay on the ground propping himself up with one arm so he could see her. "Tiny dick." She almost whispered with a wicked grin on her face.
The wave of magic wasn't as strong as any of the others that Jon had experienced either in the original dream or in this dream world. Still his pants and underwear disappeared and he looked down. It felt warm and kind of tingly in a good way. Jon might have enjoyed the sensation had his penis not also been shrinking at the same time.
His penis slowly shank from its original average size to the size of a prepubescent boy's and kept shrinking until it was barely a inch long and only as large around as the end of his pinky finger. It looked ridiculous sitting there above his still normal sized testicles.
He covered his crotch with his hand trying to hide his sorry excuse for a penis from the girls that stood nearby laughing and pointing at him.
"Let me see it." Pamela commanded. When Jon didn't move she tried again, "Let me see it or I'll turn you into a worm and feed you to the birds." Jon wasn't sure if she could actually do that but he wasn't eager to call her bluff in case she could. He moved his hand to his side.
Pamela knelt down in front of where he lay. She reached out and grabbed his penis with two of her fingers (all that could fit on the tiny shaft). "It's hard!" she said shocked as she pulled her hand back. She looked over her shoulder at the other girls and said "I think he likes it."
She stood up and took a step back from Jon. "If you liked that last one then you'll love this one." She raised her hand and pointed it at Jon for the third time and said, "Girl's balls."
Jon was confused at first wondering what that could possibly mean. He soon found out as his testicles pulled up tight to his crotch before descending farther inward. His scrotum felt loose and relaxed like tight muscled being slowly lowered into a hot bath. He saw the loose skin of his scrotum shrinking and becoming smoother until the was no sign of it at all. In his lower abdomen it felt like he was being gently massaged from the inside starting from around his navel and moving slowly downward. The feeling was incredibly erotic and Jon wasn't sure how long he would be able to hold off the orgasm that threatened to burst forth at any second. When the feeling reached the base of his crotch he felt a soft, warm, and wet opening form where his testicles had recently been. This last feeling of relief was too much for Jon to bear and his inch long penis jerked several times as tiny jets of cum shot out of it and onto his belly.
Jon's last thought before giving in to his post-orgasm tiredness was that if he reached his hand under his penis he would find a full sized vagina. He drifted off to sleep with the laughter of several little girls' laughter and the nearly inaudible crying of Ms. Ferguson still curled up nearby.
