i didn't feel very brave right then.
That night my dream came again, but this time it was different. it was almost as if my mind had rationalized all the things that I was committed to.
This time, I knew I was the girl. No, that's not quite right. I knew I was playing the part of a girl, from my pretty toenails to my super long hair. I had the waist, the hips and the breasts. I had the nails and the earrings.
I didn't know how I knew of how I imagined the feelings, but I was so well made-up and wore perfume so wonderful that I could sell it on my skin.
It was all as strange as any dream cold be. As I walked through somewhere I couldn't quite picture, I knew I was turning heads. People... no not people, men, were looking at me.
I arrived in a spot light as music played. My partner was waiting and took my hand as we danced so closely together it was almost as if we were one.
I could feel his manhood as he held me close and a frisson of wonder passed thgouth my sleeping mind. I knew that I could play with it later...