A Bizarre Dream

T__ embodies the spirit of my Muse. She's got confident and sexual. I see tattoos on her forearms, little symbols. She makes no effort to conceal them. She's even proud of them. They represent her conquests, she tells me, of the men she's dominated and fucked. She relishes that this is upsetting to me. She shows me that she has more on her inner thighs. These symbols are inspired by Julia's in The Magicians.

As she shows me this, I see that she has two sets of penis and balls, on each side of her pussy. They're a bit small, and flaccid. She laughs when she sees my shocked expression. She explains that some men she has dominated so much that she kept their penises. I'm facing by the one on the left side of her pelvis, and she has me suck it. I don't resist at all. I have wanted to suck cock, and I welcome the opportunity to experiment with it. However, I'm disappointed that is so small in my mouth, like a child's. I don't tell her this.

This erotic dream has haunted me all day. I have some improvements and embellishments that heighten the effect tremendously.

First, the dicks are not small. They're grafted into her, and fully potent. The one I'm interested in is actually mine. She humiliates me by having me suck my own dick, which belongs entirely to her now. I'm wearing a maid outfit, and I realize that she really does own it: it's no longer on my body, and I no longer feel any of its sensation. She also fucks me with it.

After humiliating me like this a few times she makes me suck and fuck her other dicks too. Think of the possibilities: sucking one cock and jerking off another, both attached to her otherwise ultra feminine body. She can absorb these penises back into her body at will, and make them appear whenever she likes, too. It's my job now to serve her, and watch her enslave other men, and steal their dicks. I am doomed to never feel what it's like to own one ever again. And she never gives me the satisfaction of touching her female parts anymore, either.

OK, enough of that.

A couple of stories that I read on dragscape show a certain pattern.  Both purport to be true.  One I sort of believe, the other not for a second.  The stories, in fact, are virtually identical:

1. man marries woman
2. woman discovers man's secret desire to dress up in her undies
3. woman brings him shopping, humiliates him by having him try on skirts and lingerie
4. man throws out all of his male clothing at woman's prompting
5. man starts taking hormones to become a woman (at woman's prompting)
6. woman loses all interest in man, and forces him to become her maid
7. man becomes pretty much a woman from all the hormones, and starts sucking dick

I have to admit that the story turns me on immensely.

I know that I'll never do it, but I've fantasized about taking hormones and becoming a girl.  I'd grow tits, and my waist would shrink a bit, and I'd lose my body hair, and I'd get filled in and soft in all the right places.  I didn't mean it that way, but that, too, I suppose, is part of the charm.

In the scenario above, it's clear that the guy really wants to be a girl.  He could stop the whole thing at any time by just putting his foot down.  He acts like he has no choice, but he really does.  It's part of the thrill, even.  He knows that he can pull out of it, but he doesn't because he knows deep down that he really, really wants to be a girl.