“¡Es genial!”
Matt came closer. “So, you guys wanna have some real fun? Since this is all a dream … and such. It was Brandy’s idea. She thought we should explore ourselves … mix it up.”
“You mean like swap partners?” Miranda asked, shooting Jonas a look. A smile stretched her lips. “That sounds hot! But only if Jonas agrees.”
Jonas looked at the male Brandy. “I’m not really comfortable with—”
“No, Jonas,” Matt said. “You’re with me.”
Jonas’s eyes widened.
Matt shook his tits back and forth. They almost popped out of his top. “Think you can handle this?”
Jonas didn’t know what to say. The girl made a convincing chick no matter who was inside and at the controls. If that girl was on a beach back in the real world, Jonas would’ve taken notice and probably popped a boner. She was an attention-grabber. Short, busty, and one-hundred-percent attractive. A girl like her was built for sex. But it was Matt. He kept telling himself that as his swim trunks began to tighten. Of course everyone noticed.
Miranda’s excitement was through the roof. “So, have you gotten fucked yet, Matt? It’s really fun!”
Matt blushed. “Not yet. Haven’t quite gotten the courage to. But fingering myself is awesome. Brandy showed me a few tricks. And the clit!”
Miranda giggled. “I think Jonas needs to try out the other side.”
Jonas felt a hand on his shoulder.
“And let me have a go. I could probably make him squeal!”
“One step at a time,” Jonas said. “This is still all so new to me.”
“Same,” Matt agreed. “But there’s nothing like jumping in headfirst and just rolling with it.”
Eventually they split up into pairs. The male Brandy escorted Miranda to a nice secluded area packed with palm trees, while Jonas and Matt made their spot right there on the sand—and a couple of towels so they didn’t burn their skin. Up close, the effects of Mind Travel were even more convincing. Matt looked like a girl, spoke with the voice of a girl, even moved like a girl. His mannerisms were still Matt’s, no question about it. Girls usually didn’t pat their tits like a pair of drums, or sit with their legs spread wide open.
Jonas couldn’t stop looking at his body. “I can’t believe it.”
“Yeah. It’s insane. I didn’t want to be a girly girl at first. Just average. But then I thought about it and decided to go all out. I’m glad I did.”
“How does it feel?”
Matt laughed. “Well, I’m shorter than everyone else here, and I have these two pillows on my chest always trying to slap my chin. Oh and I learned how thongs like digging up into your ass crack. That’s the strangest feeling! And I know what it’s like to have a pussy wedgie. Didn’t think I’d ever feel that!”
Jonas didn’t know where to begin. Yeah, this chick was insanely hot, and his boner was about to rip right through his swim trunks, but that was still Matt. Big tits, curvy ass, stuffed into a swimsuit that would’ve been banned at any family beach in the States, but still Matt. It was really awkward.
“Just relax,” Matt said, suddenly reaching to Jonas’s crotch and squeezing his manhood. “I’m just going with the flow.”
“But I’m not—”
“—gay?” He laughed. “Neither am I. So what, right? Fuck it. Right now I don’t have a dick, and I practiced on Brandy first. Did you know that cum doesn’t taste that bad?”
Holy shit.
Matt was totally comfortable with his sexuality. He had made that petite beach girl body his home inside the Mind Travel experience and fully intended to get everything out of it. Jonas, meanwhile, tried to take his friend’s advice. Just let go. The dream world was completely fictitious. It was a place to let loose, be someone else, try out new things. And Matt knew how to give a pretty fucking good handjob with those dainty hands of his. Jonas bit into his bottom lip and looked over his shoulder. Miranda was already bouncing her head up and down on Brandy’s fat cock. Him and Matt were falling behind.
“You should try it,” Matt said, quickening his wrist. “Next time. Just tell Pamela you want to be a chick. Extra horny. A slave to cock.” He laughed. “Okay, not all that. But it’s worth it. Why do this if you’re going to be the same person each time? Try out some new stuff, Jonas. You’ll like it. Miranda will, too. It’s why me and Brandy keep coming back.”
Jonas lowered his swim trunks, allowing his rock-hard cock to spring out. His mind might’ve had a few second thoughts, but his manhood sure didn’t. Matt’s body was every bit a woman’s, and his huge tits sealed the illusion. When he popped them out, Jonas thought he was going to explode. Matt played with them, pinching the pink nipples until they were firm and fat. He closed his eyes and moaned softly.
“Now I understand why girls love doing this,” he said. “They’re so sensitive. And Brandy wants me to practice my tit-jobs.”
“No shit.”
Matt tugged Jonas’s cock for another minute or two. A few droplets of pre-cum beaded from the head. Jerking off another man’s cock didn’t seem to bother him. Then he straddled Jonas’s legs and bent over to wrap his pendulous tits around that throbbing cock. God, they were monsters! An F-cup at least, Jonas figured. Maybe even a G. They looked so oversized on his tiny body. Walking around with them had to be a huge pain in the ass. They probably never stopped jiggling.
Never in a million years did Jonas think he’d receive his first tit-job from his high school best friend, but here Matt was, surrounding his hard member in tit-flesh and bouncing up and down. Matt squeezed his boobs together real tight, creating a snug valley of cleavage that nearly enveloped the entirety of the shaft. At the top, he spit into the crevice to lessen the friction. From Jonas’s point of view, it was heaven. Not quite as good as a blowjob or actual fucking, but it was damn near close, and the eye candy was worth it.
Then Matt took the tip of the cock into his mouth and sucked.
“Hey, you don’t have to … have to … oh fuck.”
There was no telling him to stop. Matt wanted this. He wanted to use his new body how it was meant. He wanted to give Jonas a tit-job and some head. Jonas felt the tongue swirling around the tip and rolled his head back. Matt was a fucking natural at it. He caught a glimpse of Brandy and Miranda again. They had removed their clothes and gone on to fucking. Brandy was really pounding into her. Watching Miranda get fucked only made Jonas even more horny.
Matt didn’t want to have penetrative sex. Not yet. Still, there were plenty of ways Jonas could return the favor. He yanked his friend’s bikini bottom aside and rubbed his sopping wet mound. It felt exactly like the real thing! And he was extremely tight. Jonas pushed in a pair of fingers and discovered how deep the illusion went. All the way, apparently. Matt’s womanhood was dripping with juice, and more came out as he gave him a nice finger-fuck.
Jonas couldn’t hold back. He exploded the moment Matt started squealing. Some of his cum oozed all down Matt’s tits, but most of it went into his mouth. He sucked Jonas dry just like Miranda had. His inner slut had come out, and it wouldn’t relinquish control.
After swallowing all of Jonas’s release, Matt pulled back and squeezed his massive tits. “Harder,” he commanded, and Jonas was happy to oblige. “Make me come!”
Back at the palm trees, the two other lovers were in each other’s arms. Perhaps they had finished up. He only watched for a few seconds before his attention was arrested by Matt’s squeals. He was close, and so was Jonas, who had begun stroking his cock again. He pounded Matt’s pussy as hard as he could, and finally the edge came. Matt cried out in orgasm, his legs shaking nonstop as juice poured out from that wonderful hole between his legs.
Afterward, Jonas had himself a sniff and a taste. The release all over his fingers definitely belonged to a woman. There was no doubt about it. Matt lay on his back, catching his breath. His tits spilled over the sides of his ribcage, heaving as he took in lungfuls of air. His hairless lower lips continued t
o shine with juice.
“You should definitely try it out,” he said. “Try the other sex. You won’t regret it. I promise.”
Jonas wiped the sweat off his brow. Maybe Matt was right.
The Mind Travel cruise sailed on, putting the Caribbean island into the rear-view mirror. The next break came at one-fifteen. Everyone met out in the waiting area again, this time with a wide selection of beverages to quench thirsts. Miranda fetched herself a bottle of water while Jonas chose a Diet Coke. Matt and Brandy were already waiting when they filed out of the double doors. Everyone moved to a secluded corner to discuss things in private.
Brandy was thrilled to have English words in her vocabulary again. “Thank God. Now I can tell Miranda how tight her pussy was.”
Miranda playfully tapped her on the shoulder. “I didn’t even think it was you … once we got into the rhythm. I thought I had found my dream man.” Jonas took a seat next to her. “Hon, we’re splitting. I’ve officially decided to hook up with Brandy. She’s my soul mate.”
“Swell,” Jonas remarked.
Matt was already blushing. “So yeah … yeah, that was something, wasn’t it?”
Jonas couldn’t even look him in the eye. Just minutes ago Matt had the body of a sexy beach babe! Now they were all back to normal. No big tits, no pussy, no skimpy bikini. And it wasn’t like they had actually done all that stuff. It was just a dream—even if it had all felt real. Jonas had woken up in the chair with an erection. Thankfully Pamela didn’t say anything, even though she most definitely saw the bulge in his pants.
“It’s so addicting having a penis,” Brandy told the group, which induced a few snickers. “It’s true! I feel so … so powerful. Like, whenever I saw Miranda taking her bikini off, I just had to pounce on her. How the hell do guys deal with that?”
“It’s called puberty,” Matt explained, “and it’s all a crash-course in learning about self-control. You own a penis for a while, and you learn how to wrangle it back in.”
Miranda leaned over to Jonas. “So, got any juicy details? I saw you two a few times. Didn’t see as much as I wanted. Brandy was going to town on me. Gave me three orgasms. Was Matt as convincing as he looked?”
“Oh yeah, he was definitely convincing,” Jonas said, recalling all the details. “And complete. There wasn’t any part of him that was male.”
“Jonas had some fun,” Matt said, sipping on water. “We both did. He’s gonna try out being a girl next time.”
Miranda’s eyes widened. “Is that true? Okay hon, take it from me, don’t make your breasts too big, and I know you’re an ass man, but—”
“I haven’t decided yet,” Jonas said. “I … I don’t know. It’s a lot to think about.”
“Nah, there’s only two things to think about,” said Matt. “Tits and ass, and how big you’re gonna make them.” This caused Brandy to laugh.
A few hours ago Jonas had no idea what to expect when walking through the front door of Mind Travel. Miranda had a brochure that explained some of it, but a lot was left up to speculation. A vacation for the mind? It sounded ridiculous. And now they weren’t just discussing where they were going next, but what bodies they were going to be in. This afternoon’s main topic was sex.
“A B-cup is good,” Brandy said. “Maybe a C. Enough to play around with, but not so much that you fall down.”
Miranda laughed.
“Hell with that. You gotta go with the double-D or larger. Strap on some bazookas. Get the full experience,” said Matt. “If you’re gonna be a girl, you gotta go all in. Headfirst, like I said.”
Likewise, Brandy was making the same argument for Miranda. “You’ll love having a penis. It’s so different. Like, you can’t even imagine it. You know how long it takes to get turned on as a woman? Well forget that. You touch it once, and you’re ready to go. You’ll want to fuck anything with legs.”
Blood rushed to Miranda’s cheeks. “I don’t know. I kinda like the way I am.”
Eventually the fifteen-minute break was over. Time to head back into the Matrix as Matt liked to say. Jonas had to wonder if everyone else on this vacation was having sex too, or just relaxing. Most of them were couples, many older and many younger. That’d be a hell of a thing to experience, being old and going back to youth inside the dream world. He’d never want to leave. Hopefully Mind Travel was still around when he was pushing sixty. Hell, maybe by that time you could do it all without leaving your house.
As usual, Jonas was last in line to head into the back. Pamela led him through familiar door 9 and into his seat again. This time the television showed a picture of an old barn and a rickety windmill.
“Farm life this time?”
Pamela smiled. “Yep. Personally it’s my least favorite, but some people grow up without ever visiting a farm. To them it can be a vacation. So, what would you like to change about your avatar this time? Remember there’s nothing weird with me. I’ve heard about everything there is to hear.”
Jonas remembered Matt and his bouncing boobs. His avatar could’ve easily passed as some underwear model, but Jonas wasn’t ready to go that far just yet. If he was going to be a chick, he’d start out as someone not so outrageously attractive. Average perhaps. Average was good.
“I think I’m gonna be a girl,” he told Pamela.
She smiled. “Awesome. I can do that. You’re not the only guy here who’s made that choice.”
“I know.”
“So, any details you want specifically?”
Jonas shrugged. “Just average. Average body, average … chest. Average everything.”
Pamela typed away on her tablet computer. “Got it. I hope everything is to your satisfaction.” She went over to the television. “Now look right here. See that old pickup truck? Focus on that for me. And just keep focusing on it.”
Jonas’s heart was racing, thumping hard in his chest. He had made the decision, and now all there was to do was wait. Not even a long wait—just a few seconds at most. The room around him was already beginning to blur, darken. The image on the monitor stayed crystal clear as it always did. Pamela slowly faded out of existence. Then he felt a light breeze on his body, through his hair. The windmill’s blades began to spin. Rain clouds crawled along the horizon, dumping water several miles away. There was a flash of lightning, followed by a low rumble of thunder.
There was no instant realization that Jonas was a girl. Nothing felt off immediately. Right away he knew his hair was long. It danced along his shoulders, partway down his back. He grabbed a lock of it and saw that it was curled and soft. Definitely a girl’s hair. The breeze played with the fabric on his body, which seemed light and loose. He looked down and saw that it was a flowery dress. Two small hills pushed out from his chest. Jonas grabbed them gently and confirmed that whatever was underneath was attached to his body. Similarly, a male bulge was absent from his crotch. His hand fell to his navel, pausing at his lower abdomen. There was no feeling of a penis, no perception of extra bits and pieces hanging between his legs. Below smooth and creamy knees and calves were cowboy boots.
Jonas was definitely a farm girl.
Miranda came riding up on a horse. The first thing Jonas noticed was she was still a woman. Thank God. Secondly, she had proper form. She hopped off and dusted off her jeans.
“Jonas? Is that … you? I haven’t seen anyone else around here.”
“Yeah, it’s me,” he said with his new female voice.
“You’re cute. Glad to see you didn’t go all out like Matt wanted you to. I don’t know if I could handle that.”
“Same to you,” Jonas said. “You’re still … you.”
Miranda giggled. “Not exactly.”
Jonas had entered the dream world on the front porch of a two-story farmhouse. As Miranda came toward him, he noticed that she appeared to be walking bow-legged, constantly reaching back between her legs.
“I’m starting to have regrets,” she said.
“About what?” Jonas didn’t know wh
at she was talking about.
“Well, I hope you’re not too upset at me. Brandy convinced me.”
And then he knew. Before Miranda unzipped her jeans and lowered her underwear down—which were still panties—Jonas knew what was going to come out. Sure enough, a six-inch penis sprang forward, totally hard and visibly throbbing. There was even a set of testicles to go with it.
“Holy shit,” Jonas said.
“I told Pamela I just wanted a penis. A regular one. She didn’t think it was weird. I didn’t want anything else changed. Just the penis, that was it. And these jeans are cut for a woman. I thought I was about to suffocate this thing from riding on it.”
Jonas just stared. It wasn’t so out of place now, especially since he was a woman and Matt and Brandy had been two totally different people on the Caribbean island. Yet that was his girlfriend, and she had a bona fide penis. Miranda had a penis. A real, functioning penis.
She came toward the steps, her cock bouncing back and forth. “I’m just gonna keep this thing out. You mind? There’s not enough room to put it back in. And it won’t go down! You don’t think I made a mistake, right?”
Jonas shook his head. “No. It’s whatever you want. I’m just glad you didn’t go full man.”
Miranda giggled. “Maybe next time. But let’s take a look at you.”
They went inside. The shared dream world was different this time. It was only Miranda and Jonas. Maybe everyone else had their own farmhouse somewhere else, or maybe all the couples lived on different planes of existence. Jonas wasn’t sure. It was hard to think straight. A bouncing chest and swinging hips did that, and so did his girlfriend’s cock.
“So?” Miranda asked. “How do you feel? What feels different?”
Jonas shrugged. “Nothing major.”
“Well that’s because you’re still dressed!”
So he stripped. Jonas knew what he’d find, but it still shocked him anyway—more than being eye-level with his own girlfriend now. Underneath the flower dress was a matching bra and panties, giving Jonas a unique perspective of staring at his own cleavage. His breasts weren’t huge. They weren’t small either. They were youthful and firm, as pale as the rest of his body, held snugly by the cups of a 34B bra. Miranda checked the tag herself.
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