Steve's attitude cemented Jon's plan. Sure, the beach was awesome, hot topless girls everywhere, some he even recognized from around town, but Steve was a jerk. He didn't deserve to have such an awesome dream.
The sand was hot on Jon's bare feet as he decided what to do. Steve had said it was a girls-only beach. Jon smiled and came even closer to the jock.
"You're wrong, Steve. This is a guys-only beach."
The air seemed to shimmer around everyone but Steve, like watching the heat rise off the pavement on a summer day. The woman who was giving him a blowjob never looked up, never even paused. Not even when she was transforming. When the shimmering had stopped, the woman who was servicing Steve was still doing so, but she was now a sexy stud of a guy.
Steve was completely relaxed, occasionally looking at the guy giving him a blowjob and smiling at him. Ordinarily, this act would disgust Steve, but this was just a dream ... a dream that Jon was in control of.
A smile found its way onto Jon's face. This was almost too easy. Not that he was complaining, though. If he had to be in someone else's dream, he'd want to have an element of control. Who knew what kind of mischief could occur if he didn't?
Suddenly Jon's focus began to dim, the whole world got darker, and began to change. He realized that Steve's dream was changing. He wondered where they would end up next.
