A dream come true (Patreon)

— “Alright, alright...” — whispered the woman, her tense gaze fixed on the young man in front of her. Her voice trembled, her breathing was heavy, as if she had just made some painfully difficult decision. “We... we’ll do it, and then... then everything will be over.” Her words sounded like a mantra, something she was repeating more for herself than for him.

The young man stared at her, his face pale, hands nervously clenched on his knees. He seemed utterly lost, as if he couldn’t fully grasp what was happening. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the curve of her cleavage, feeling himself get aroused by the proximity of the woman he had secretly dreamed about for so long — Mrs. Sanders, his neighbor, who had unexpectedly come to his house today and claimed that she was, in fact, him, Brian, and that they had to have sex, so she — or rather, he — could become himself again.

— “Are... are you sure?” — Brian stammered nervously, edging back as she leaned closer, her knees pressing against his thighs, and her hands undoing her hair with a dramatic flourish. He was still a virgin and only had a vague idea of what to do based on adult films. Brian’s face turned red with embarrassment as she — or rather, his former self — leaned in so close that her chest was almost touching him. Her breath was unsteady and ragged.

— “This is the only way,” — she whispered, her eyes wild, filled with a strange, almost desperate glint. Her hands trembled as she cautiously placed them on his shoulders and parted her lips for a kiss, only for Brian to suddenly kiss her back, his tongue moving fervently in her mouth, his hands gripping her waist as if afraid she might vanish if he let go. The woman froze for a moment, stunned by his unexpected assertiveness, but then returned the kiss, convincing herself that this was normal… that it felt like she was making love to herself rather than to a man.

'Damn... what am I doing?!' she screamed internally, feeling how, during the kiss, Brian began fumbling with her bra, and, almost instinctively, she undid it herself. It scared her even more — all day, she’d been feeling more and more like Mrs. Sanders. 'What if it doesn’t work?! What if I stay like this forever?!'

— “Brian, wait...” — she breathed out, trying to push him away, but he had already lost control. His hands were squeezing her soft breasts, now dangling freely in front of his face, and his aroused member was pressing against her stomach.

— “I... I’ve wanted this for so long,” — he exhaled heatedly, his voice dropping to a breathy whisper, thick with passion and inner turmoil. — “Mrs. Sanders... you... you’re so beautiful... I can’t hold back anymore...” — They kissed again, and now she was on top of him, adjusting his member to slip inside her.

She was trembling all over, straddling him, her breasts heaving with every movement as she slowly bounced on his cock. 'God, what am I doing?!' she screamed mentally, over and over, but her body moved on its own. She felt her hand slowly reach down, grasping his throbbing shaft, guiding it into her slit. It went against all her instincts and desires as she finally inserted him and began to ride slowly.

She felt him inside her, his hard cock filling her up, and every time she lowered herself, her breasts swayed heavily. She hated the sensations, hated how her body responded to what was happening.

“No, no, this is wrong! Damn it, stop! I shouldn’t... I don’t want this...” — thoughts raced wildly, but she couldn’t do anything. Her hands were resting on his chest, her fingers gripping instinctively in response to his heavy breathing, and she began to move faster, ignoring the inner cries of despair.

— “Oh God... Brian...” — she gasped, her voice husky, but there was a trace of pleasure in it that made her shudder. She looked at his face: Brian was flushed red, his eyes ablaze with wild desire, staring at her with admiration and awe.

— “Mrs. Sanders...” — he whispered, lifting his hands to grip her thighs, helping her move. His touch was both rough and timid, as if he couldn’t believe this was really happening. — “I... I’ve always dreamed of this...”

Tears welled up in her eyes. 'Dreamed? You wanted this?! It was me who wanted and dreamed of it, but not like this!!!'

— “I...” — she panted, trying to say something, to explain, but it was pointless. Brian just pulled her closer, his hips moving in rhythm, and she felt a wave of pleasure building inside, rising higher and higher.

— “Mrs. Sanders, I... I’m gonna...” — he choked out, his hands digging into her thighs so hard they’d probably leave bruises.

“No, no, no, no!” — a desperate scream echoed inside her mind, and she didn’t understand — was it because she didn’t want this sex, or because she didn’t want Brian to stop? She clenched her teeth, feeling the wave of orgasm crash through her, making her arch and cry out loudly, and at that moment Brian also groaned, thrusting deeply into her one last time. His hot cum filled her, and the sensation shattered her completely. She screamed, her body convulsing.

When it was finally over, she collapsed onto him, trembling all over. His hands gently stroked her back, his breathing heavy, but his face glowed with pure happiness. 'This is wrong! God! All of this is wrong! I... why?! Why am I still here, still in this body?!' she thought, eyes wide open as she instinctively hugged Brian, feeling her breasts pressed against him.

Everything should have changed, should have worked… But nothing had. There was no magic, no return. All that was left was the sticky feeling of his cum inside her, and this body... still twitching slightly from the residual pleasure.

— “Mrs. Sanders...” — Brian whispered softly, running his hand through her hair. He smiled weakly, his eyes filled with such tenderness that she recoiled inwardly. — “That was... incredible.” — He cautiously kissed her forehead, as if afraid of scaring her. — “I always knew that you... that we...”

She just lay there silently, not knowing what to say. Inside, everything was clenched in despair and confusion. Now that it was over, her body seemed to betray her, relaxing into his embrace. She lay on him, feeling his strong arms around her, sensing how her new female essence slowly started to absorb these sensations, as if it had been what she’d always wanted.

— “This... this is wrong, Brian,” — she finally whispered, closing her eyes. Her voice trembled, and a heavy lump grew in her chest. — “All of this...” — But the words stuck in her throat. How to explain? How to tell him that she — was him, that all this happened because of a desire neither of them could control? — “You don’t understand...”

— “Why?” — his soft voice interrupted her thoughts. He leaned back to look into her eyes, and she froze, staring into his gaze filled with pain and confusion. — “Why is it wrong? I... I love you. I wanted this. Everything I’m doing is because I...”

“Love me?! Yeah, right!” she thought bitterly and suddenly remembered Mrs. Sanders’ husband, who should be coming home soon. “Shit! Damn it!”

She jumped up sharply, as if struck by electricity, and began hurriedly pulling on her bra. Her nipples were still too sensitive, and she grimaced more from despair than anything else. Brian blinked in surprise, not understanding why her expression had suddenly changed. His tender smile slowly faded as he saw panic growing in her eyes.

— “What... what’s wrong?” — he asked worriedly, trying to catch her hand, but she jerked away as if burned.

— “It didn’t work...” — she muttered, fumbling with the bra and looking around for her shirt. Her movements were erratic, fingers trembling, and her breathing became ragged again. She needed to get out of here, and fast.

— “What? Why? — Brian tried to sit up, his face full of confusion. — “We just... you said that you were me, and... I thought it was just an excuse...”

— “Idiot! You didn’t understand anything,” — she snapped, her voice low and strained. Her eyes darted around the room as she searched for her purse. 'God, where is it?! Where’s the damn purse?! If Mrs. Sanders’ husband comes home and sees me... us... I’m screwed!'

— “But... I...” — Brian fell silent helplessly, his shoulders slumping. He looked utterly lost, and pain shone in his eyes. — “What did I do wrong?”

She froze, her hand hovering in the air as she finally spotted the purse. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, and in that instant, she saw real hurt and despair in his eyes. He thought he had done something wrong. That it was his fault.

— “It’s not you, Brian,” — she whispered, feeling the lump in her throat grow larger. — “It’s me. All of this... it’s a mistake. A huge mistake...”

— “But... I... I love you...” — his voice was broken, as if she had just torn apart something precious to him. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her wrist, but she pulled back as if scorched.

— “God, no,” — she groaned, feeling tears well up in her eyes. — “This...” — She wanted to say that this wasn’t what he thought, that it was... something completely wrong. But the words stuck in her throat. How could she explain? How could she say the truth, which sounded like complete madness even to herself?

'I don’t have time for this!' — flashed through her mind. She grabbed the purse and, pulling on her shirt in a hurry, rushed to the door. Brian remained sitting on the bed, staring after her with a look of complete despair.

— “You... you’re leaving?” — his voice sounded almost childlike, full of pain and confusion.

— “I have to,” — she whispered, not even looking back. — “I’m sorry, Brian...”

With those words, she darted out the door and fled down the hallway. Inside, everything turned upside down as she heard his quiet, broken whisper trailing behind her:

— “I thought... we... finally...”

She stopped, her heart clenched painfully, and for a moment she wanted to turn back, to explain everything because, after all, she was him. But then the thought that she might really be stuck in this body forever and that Mrs. Sanders’ husband could come home any moment made her shake her head violently and quicken her pace.

Bursting out of the house, she found herself on the dark street, breathing heavily. Her thoughts were chaotic, her emotions in disarray. The air outside was cool, but she didn't notice it.

“I... I have to find a way to fix this,” she muttered to herself, glancing back at Brian’s house one last time. She could see his silhouette in the window, just standing there, watching her leave. Her heart twisted painfully, but she forced herself to look away.

'There has to be a way… There has to be!'