The dream I had in that night began rather uneventful. Considering the day I had, it was no wonder that I dreamed of the date I had before me. Kelly and I were watching in a movie and of course I was wearing the shorts and shoes I bought. Afterwards we were going to her place. My dream self was prepared for having sex with Kelly, something that I was not sure I would ever be prepared for, at least not with my new lower half.
But then the strange things began to happen. While Kelly and I were heavily kissing each other and getting our clothes off, her body began to change. More specifically: Her lower body. It transformed into a clearly male lower body with an erected cock. Instead of being repelled, I felt attracted towards it. I began stroking it and my vagina was getting wet. Kelly pushed me on a bed that was suddenly behind me and in the exact moment when her penis was entering me I awoke, mouth too dry to scream.
My whole body was sweating and I breathed in and out heavily. I was beginning to grasp what happened. One of the things I noticed immediately was that my pussy was wet.
"I... Had a sex dream! And... And... It was a cock that I wanted!", I thought shocked. "Maybe the device changed even more than I have thought! This is bad... This is really bad! What if I'm being attracted to guys now? Considering that everyone thinks I'm still male that would make me gay..."
I got up, not being able to fall asleep again. I looked down at my female legs and especially my painted toenails. First the strange thing about painting my nails and now this.
I looked at the clock. It was still rather early. But I could not sleep now. I looked over to the closet that I have kept open after I had put in my new clothes. More proof of that everything was falling apart. I had not noticed before but I was day by day more compelled to wear these strange clothes. When I put on the shoes yesterday I could have easily gotten some flat shoes like I usually did in the last couple of weeks. But with every day it was getting harder to resist not putting on high heels or skirts.
It dawned to me that I cared for fashion more and more every day! I put on the shoes I chose yesterday because they went well with my jeans. I even noticed it but I did not care!
These were really some scary things I just noticed. It wasn't the obvious changed that scared me. Having a female lower half with matching clothes was something I would eventually get used to. Having my personality changed little by little? Not so much. I feared that I would lose myself completely.
"I have to do something... Quick!", I thought and got moving. I decided to...
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