While I slept I had the weirdest dream, or at least at the time I thought it was a dream. In my dream I woke up to find that I had transformed into a woman. I looked into my mirror and found the woman of my dreams. The kind of perfect woman I had always dreamed about. She was tall, blonde, very busty, and possessed an almost supernatural sex appeal. Before I could examine myself I heard the sound of a fire truck siren in the distance. Usually I would simply ignore this, but this time I felt compelled to investigate. This was why I assumed this was a dream because it seemed that I was not fully in control. It was like I was along for the ride. I could only seem to affect some minor control. A few head turns and an occasional hand gestures was all I could do. I raced out of my dorm room not through the door but the window three stories up. The amazing part was I did not hit the ground, I flew. I watched as the tops of the trees passed underneath me. My head then looked up and found the reason for the fire trucks. A fire had broken out in one of the college labs. Somehow I knew that a young man was trapped on the second floor and would soon be killed by the flames. I crashed through the roof of the lab as if it were paper and landed in the room with the young man. After quickly snatching him up I leapt back out of the hole in the ceiling from which I entered and came to a landing outside beside the fire trucks. Several fire men looked at me at shock and I looked at them with what felt like the pent up lust of a thousand years. Before I realized it I snatched one of them up and kissed him.
That’s when the dream ended. I then woke up still in my bed in my room totaling lacking any female anatomy.
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