Trevor's happily snuggled into his pillow. He lay on top of his covers, lying on his front in just a tee shirt and a pair of training pants. The tee shirt was short enough that his training pants were fully exposed but in the privacy of his room Trevor found it hard to care. He had to admit that they were pretty comfy. He tossed and turned a bit to get comfy and noted that the plastic of the training pants crinkled a little as he moved.
As he drifted off to sleep he smell of the pool that was lingering around him seemed to direct his dreams. He found himself back in the changing room, the women's changing room but he was wearing an adult swimsuit now. He also felt like his old self again. He could think clearly and maturely. He was now very much aware that he was in a room with lots of naked and semi naked women. His eyes darted from woman to woman, amazed that nobody was screaming at his presence. A few women made eye contact with him, one even winked at him. They all smiled, happy to have him in their space. One woman who was wearing a very tight swimsuit that highlighted her curves made her way over to him. She gently ruffled his hair and called him cutie. He just stood mesmerized. He felt something he hadn't felt all day, an erection forming. It tented to front of his swimsuit and twitched a little as it grew. The woman looked down at it and licked her lips. "Oh my. And here I was thinking you were just a little boy, but clearly you're a big boy. Aren't you? You're such a big boy."
Trevor quietly repeated back to her, "I'm a big boy" and he felt it for the first time since this curse had changed him. He leaned in to kiss this woman which she seemed pleased about. She took his hand and lead him to one of the larger changing cubicles and locked the door.
She turned to him and kept talking to him, constantly calling him a big boy and boosting his confidence. Trevor kept repeating the phrase, "I'm a big boy. Not a baby." This seemed to turn her down even more. She slowly and deliberately removed the top of her swimsuit, putting on a little show for him.
She invited him to touch her exposed breasts which Trevor was eager to do. He gently caressed her breasts and played with her nipples while kissing her and feeling pride every time she called him a big boy. The woman reached down into his swimming togs and started to give him a handjob. She kept calling him a big boy while she worked his shaft.
It didn't take long before Trevor came and shot his load into his swimming trunks. An outside observer would have seen him squirming on his bed and breathing heavily as his training pants caught his load. In his dream, this woman encouraged his orgasm, "That's it. Such a big boy. The best boy. Finish your business for me. Let me take care of you. Good boy."
Trevor had never felt so relaxed in his life and as his orgasm finished he only had a bout a minute before he felt something similar bit different, he felt the strongest urge to pee that he had ever felt. His cubicle partner was still kissing him and fussing over him. He tried to explain his urgency to her but she kept kissing him every time he tried to talk. And dher encouraging words seemed to force him to relax despite his needs. It wasn't long before he felt the floodgates open and he started to pee uncontrollably, a puddle forming at his feet. His partner stepped back and looked at him as if she was disappointed. "Oh, maybe you're not such a big boy now." She noted. Trevor felt great shame and as he started to cry he suddenly found himself awake, back in the safety of his bedroom. He lay still for a minute. It was only when he heard his mom coming up the stairs and saying "time for my big boy to wake up," that the full contents of his dream came back to him. He quickly sat up and straight away noticed that his training pants were much thicker than when he had out them on. He was so embarrassed, he had soaked himself and his mom was going to be here any minute. He felt bad but not embarrassed. He just knew he would disappoint his mom and that was more upsetting to him than anything else. He started to whimper and cry a little bit as his mom entered the room.
