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 Archive name: dream.txt (Fsolo dream tg) Authors name: Revelations Authors
email: revelations13@gmail.com
Title: The Dream (Fsolo dream tg)
Summary: The other night, I dreamt I was a woman.  Or was it really a
dream?
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   The Dream

   I had a strange dream last night.  I dreamt I was a woman.  Sometimes I
can see myself in my dreams, and sometimes I see the dream from inside
myself, the same way I view my life.  This was one of the latter, but I
still knew I was a woman.

   I woke up soaked in sweat, and at first I didn't understand why.  Then
when I remembered the dream I sighed and closed my eyes and wondered why I
should have been that affected by it.  My sheets were really soaked in
sweat, and my body felt all....  wrong.  It felt bigger, but not taller. 
And there seemed to be more if it some places, and significantly less in
others.

   I opened my eyes, but the room was all dark and I didn't want to go for
the light switch.  Instead I closed my eyes again and tried to feel my
body. Without touching myself I could feel I had breasts, and that
something was definitely not as it used to be between my legs.  My legs
felt wrong too, too far apart, mounted on hips broader than mine ever were.
I started hyperventilating.  No way I could have woken up a woman.  But
with every breath I could feel a unfamiliar weight on my chest.

   It took me quite a while to calm down.

   When I finally felt calm I got out of bed, trying not to think about or
notice the way unfamiliar body parts moved, or the all present difference
in the feeling of my skin.  The softness covering my body, so that no part
was really just bone or muscle.  I tried not to notice that and quickly
changed the sweaty sheets.  Then I got back in bed.  After crawling back
between dry sheets I felt better, and I started exploring my body.  First
without moving, just tightening familiar and unfamiliar muscles.  Some of
them creating sensations I couldn't explain.  Then I started to touch
myself.  First the parts I'd always had.  I caressed my own hands and
fingers.  My arms and shoulders, my neck and ears.  I touched my hair and
my ears like I'd never felt them before, trying to capture the sensation. I
caressed my nose, and cheeks, and lips.  I then put my hand on my stomach.
A woman's stomach.  I always liked those.  Soft skin, soft flesh, soft
lines and a nice little bellybutton.  I ran my fingers over my belly, not
further down than the line where I could feel curly hair, and not up over
my rib cage.  Just my belly, getting to know it.  The thought that inside
of it were what makes a new life grow exited me in a weird way.  I tried
not to think about it though, cause I still wanted to touch my new breasts,
without being distracted.  I ran my fingers tip over my belly a little
longer, wondering a second or two about the few fuzzy curls that grew
almost in my navel.

   Then I moved my hands to my breasts.  I put my hands on top of them, and
they fit nicely in my hands.  They felt right.  My mind was paying more
attentions to the feelings from my nipples though.  The touch of my palms
made my chest tingle in a way I'd never imagined.  I ran my fingers over
soft round flesh, feeling my nipples getting stiff and hard.  Almost
feeling my pulse in those little nubs.  I left them alone a little longer,
experimenting with pushing my tits together, up, up and together, apart. 
Each movement creating a different feeling.  I had to touch my nipples
then. First softly with just my forefingers.  Then rubbing them between
thumb and forefinger, feeling the sensation travel through my nerves,
feeling it radiating out into my body, enjoying the tingle between my legs
it seemed to be causing.  I wanted more, so I squeezed them hard between my
fingers, and almost lost my breath when I let them go again.  I tried
again, pinching them between my fingers and pulling.  It hurt some, but the
sensation when I let them go was incredible.  I just knew I couldn't wait
with touching my pussy any longer.

   Still I managed not to rush it.  Moving slow actually increased the
feeling down there.  I ran my palms down my chest and stomach, and onto my
thighs and then started inwards.  My fingertips reached soft moist curls
just before the thighs ended and my sexual organs began.  I brought my hand
to my lips and licked, it was mostly sweat, and I felt kind of kinky
enjoying that taste.  I wanted the other taste though, and touched my slit
briefly with the hand I'd licked clean.  The taste of my own sex was
different from what I'd imagined, but not unpleasant, and knowing what it
was, and where it came from really turned me on.  But I wanted to explore
this unfamiliar region, and sent my fingers back to roam.  I let the
fingers run around, finding out what was outer lips, what was inner lips,
touching the moist opening to my insides.  And finding out where my clit
was, and how it felt to touch the hood surrounding it.  When exploring it
could no longer hold my attention I set two finger on my right hand to
caress my clit.  Well, at first just the area around it, and I sent one
finger on my left hand into the moist cave.  Caressing my clit faster and
faster, adjusting the speed as I felt like it, I started bringing myself to
an orgasm.  I could hardly feel my finger in my pussy anymore, as it was
getting slick and wet, so I brought it to my lips and sucked it off. 
Running that hand over my chest, squeezing my breasts and rubbing my
nipples I continued caressing my pussy until everything exploded.....

   I woke up in the morning like I'd went to bed..  kind of disappointing,
I have to say.

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