Chapter #4Waking up from your dream by: Wassel   "I will give you a birthday gift, you will be able to swap bodies with anyone by wearing an at least one piece of clothing of the one you want to swap with...", the strange voice rang out inside your head; soothing and melodic, alien and yet somewhat familiar at the same time, as you jerked yourself awake, sitting quickly up on your bed.
"Holy crap, that was a weird dream," you said to yourself through heavy breaths, wiping tiny beads of sweat from your forehead as you did. Usually your dreams were pretty boring, or you'd forget them as soon as they were over, this one however had been so intense and so eerily real that it had stuck right with you, those last few words having been practically seared into your brain. Still dreams were just dreams, you told yourself with a chuckle, and as cool as something like that would be, you knew damn well it was impossible, and shaking the thought out of your head, you quickly set about getting up, remembering once again that today was indeed your birthday.
Having turned 16 years of age, you were pretty certain that things were going to start looking up from here on in, the previous 15 years having not really being anything to write home about. You're name was Matthew (or Matt) Stevens and like most young guys your age your interest was focused mainly on sports, computer games, the wonders of the Internet, and the pursuit of girls (most of which was actually done on the Internet sadly enough). You weren't what you'd consider ugly or unappealing by any means, standing at about 5' 8" with sandy blond hair and a slim but athletic build, but your success with the ladies had up until now been nothing more than a couple of make out sessions and a quick boob grope in a darkened closet back when you were 14. Not that you didn't have enough experience being around the opposite sex, having lived alone with your 40 year old mother Sara, your 18 year old sister Becky, and your 11 year old little sister Lisa for the last eight years ever since your Dad had run off with his secretary. With that many women around, you'd have thought you'd have at least picked a little something up, but unfortunately that wasn't the case. Still, you were 16 now and you were certain that with your new maturity it wouldn't be long until you'd finally unlock the mystery of the fairer sex and get a little further with them than just jerking off to pictures on your computer.
For now though it was time to get ready for school (it being a Monday as well as your birthday), and so trudging your way out of your bedroom across the hallway to the bathroom, you let out a loud yawn and smiled to yourself as you pictured what presents may well be waiting for you downstairs.
"Matt, you up yet?" your mother's voice called from downstairs not two minutes after you'd turned the shower on.
"Yeah, I'm just in the bathroom," you called back from under the warm stream of water. "I'll be down in a couple of minutes."
"Okay sweetheart, I've got your breakfast waiting." This of course made you smile, your mom always taking good care of you (or as your older sister Becky might say "spoiling" you), possibly due to you being the only man in the house, but possibly also due to the two of you getting on so well; your mom being surprisingly relaxed and easy going for a woman who'd had to raise three kids on her own. You were certain she'd have your favorite cereal and pancakes all laid out for you on the kitchen table just like every other birthday, as well as hopefully that video game you really wanted and had been dropping hints about for the last two months.
Once out of the shower, you immediately ran into your eldest sister, who gave you a playful little slap on the head as she strolled on by, "Happy birthday, little bro."
"Uh, thanks," you said with a little unease, never sure how to take Becky, your relationship with her being rather up and down. One minute she could be as cool as any of your friends, the next a complete and utter bitch, thinking she was so much better and more important to you. This was probably due to her being so popular at school and with guys, why this was of course was a complete mystery to you. Sure she was attractive you guessed (for your sister anyway), but she was totally into that whole alternative punk/goth type scene, dressing like a total weirdo half the time and hanging around with some of the most arrogant, pretentious people you'd ever met.
Shrugging off the encounter, you then headed back into your bedroom to get changed, pulling a few items of clothing from your closet and tossing them onto the bed. It was just then, as you stood there in just your towel, staring down at your favorite blue t-shirt and jeans, that the strange voice from your dreams suddenly popped into your thoughts again, and those words drummed their way around your head. "...you will be able to swap bodies with anyone by wearing an at least one piece of clothing..." the voice told you, almost as if you were reliving your dream again, causing you to let out a skeptical little chuckle as you began fingering at the material of your shirt. "I know it's completely impossible," you smiled to yourself, entertaining the possibility for a moment, "but imagine how cool it'd be if it actually worked. Imagine actually being able to change into someone else just by wearing their clothes. It'd be the most awesome thing ever!" Letting your mind wander for a moment, you began to indeed imagine all the possibilities having such an ability would hold; picturing yourself swapping bodies with one of your teachers, one your friends, even one of the really popular seniors who somehow manage to get all the girls. It was then though that your mind took a slightly different turn, and your teenage curiosity really came to the fore as you pictured yourself actually becoming one of those girls; Mindy Sterling, the head cheerleader and without a doubt the hottest babe in your school. "Holy crap, being Mindy would be incredible," you excitedly grinned, the perverse kinkiness of the idea practically making you shiver. "I'd be able to do anything I wanted in her body; play with her big boobs and pussy, dress her up like one of those Internet sluts. It'd be like having my own personal porn star...and it'd be me!"
Though up until now the idea of being a girl hadn't ever crossed your mind, you were certainly getting rather excited now thinking about it, finding your penis steadily growing aroused as you pictured what it might be like, finding the thought of becoming intimate and in complete control of the female body without having to do any of the usual leg work incredibly erotic, and more than ever, you really were starting to wish your dream had indeed been true.
Of course there really was only one way to know for sure, and as unlikely as it the whole thing was, and as much as an idiot you were certain you'd feel in a moment, there was something at the back of your spine telling you to go for it, to try on someone else's clothing and see if indeed you'd been given special birthday powers. "I guess there'd be no harm in checking it out...y'know, just in case," you told yourself with an amused little chuckle, before realizing that the only other clothing in the house belonged to your mother and your sisters, none of them exactly being the ideal candidates for body swapping with. "Oh well, I doubt it'll work anyway," you said with a shrug of your shoulders, figuring it was better testing it out in your own house than getting caught trying to steal Mindy's clothes out of the girls locker rooms or something. The only question was who's clothes to try?
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