On January 31st, I had 3 interesting dreams:
1. Dream #1: I don't remember much detail of this dream. It
was a little weird (but which ones aren't lately). Somehow I managed to
change bodies with a female friend of mine. She had stayed over on a Friday
night since we had class Saturday morning together. She slept in the
big bed with my wife and I slept in the little room. I did as a
normally do and as I was drifting off to sleep, wished to be a woman.
Somehow someone or something heard my wish and granted it, but not how I
expected. I woke up in the big bed next to my wife, which seemed weird
to me since I know I fell asleep in the little bed. Thinking it was
nothing that maybe my friend and I switched beds in the middle of the night
and I just didn't remember. So I got up all groggily and went into the
bath room to start my morning routine. Second weird thing is I had
pajamas on, I don't sleep in pajamas unless I'm cold, so maybe I caught a
chill in the middle of the night also and put on pajamas. Again
passing it off. The real shock came to me as I was sitting to pee. I
dropped my pajama pants and reached down to adjust my penis and it
wasn't there. I was in utter shock. Where did it go, what happened?
Did my wish come true? I get up and go to the mirror to assess the
situation. I look in the mirror and to my shock and amazement I saw
Hope's face looking back at me. I couldn't believe it. How had this
happened? Yes I wanted to be a woman, but I didn't want to steal
another woman's body. Staring in the mirror in disbelief I heard my
voice scream from the little room. I run in to see and there stood my
male body in front of me. Then I woke up because my wife came in the room
and turned on the light to look for something.
2. Dream #2:
Finally falling back to sleep at 2:30am, I started having my second
dream. This was not really like the last one. It was similar to a TG
story I had read about 4-5 months ago. I was driving home from work one
day and it was snowing real hard and visibility was almost zero.
Trying to take it slow and make it home safely, I was a little on edge.
I decided to cheat on my quitting smoking and have a cigarette.
Reaching down for the lighter, I didn't realize that the car in front of
me spun out and hit the car next to them. I swerved and tapped my
brakes to miss the car in front of me. Unfortunately the tractor
trailer truck didn't see any of this and slammed into my car on the
drivers side and caused my car to flip over a couple of times until it
came to a stop in a ditch against a tree. The next thing I knew I was
in the hospital. I couldn't move nor could I see. I was terrified.
All I could do was listen. At first it was just mumbles I heard with
bits and pieces. Broken limbs, broken back, amputation, concussion,
blindness. I lost consciousness. When I came to I heard my wife's voice,
she was talking with the doctor. She was in tears. The doctor said I
would be bed bound for the rest of my life if I can make it through the
next 48 hours. But then I heard him make a weird suggestion. He
mentioned that he noticed that I had on a bra and woman's underwear and
that my toe nails were painted. My wife said that I liked to wear them
because I had wanted to be a woman. He started talking about a new
experimental procedure that is being developed where they transplant one
person's perfectly good brain into another person's brain dead body.
They have had good test results for success and would like to try this
with me. This would be the first published case. He was making no
guarantees, but if it worked like they thought it would and she
consented, they would pay all medical bills and help with any legal
paperwork plus give us a monthly payment of $10,000 with the right to
come in regularly test me and to publicly use me to promote this new
procedure. The reason that he made the observation of my under clothing
is because they had a body that matched my blood type and the body was
in perfect condition except that the person was brain dead. This body
happened to belong to a 25 year old woman who had an aneurism while
swimming. My wife thought about it and decided she didn't want to loose me
and didn't care what body I was in as long as it was me inside and we
were together. While they were going over the details, I lost
consciousness again. Next thing I remember is waking up, still not
being able to see or move. I heard my wife's voice again and she was
talking to the doctor. I heard him say that the surgery was so far a
success, but would put me in an induced coma so the brain and body had
time to heal and re-establish connections. It should be about two weeks
or so. I was out again. Seemed only like minutes, but I again heard my wife's voice. She was calling my name and asking me to wake up. I
slowly came to and was able to open my eyes. Everything was blurry at
first but then began to come into focus. I saw my wife's face with tears
running down it. Not sure if she was happy or sad. Then I heard a
nurse yell that I was awake and the doctor came in. He picked up a pen
light and was talking to me. He asked me to follow the light and looked
at the dilation in my eyes. He went over what had happened and that it
may take a few weeks of physical therapy to be able to walk and move
again. My brain and new body needed to learn to communicate with each
other. It may be a bit before I would also be able to talk for the same
reason. I could only answer questions by blinking. Which everyone
said was a good sign. Over the next few days I started getting feeling
in my body. It felt weird, I felt lighter. After the end of the first
week, they finally were ready to get me out of bed to try to walk. I
was like a baby trying to walk. I joked that I could finally say first
day with a new pair of legs. At least I was in high spirits. It wasn't
until the second day that I was able to stand on my own. A little
wobbly but I was standing. I think the wobbly came from having a new
center of balance. I could tell that I was shorter and it didn't help
now having breasts that changed my center of gravity. By the fourth day
I was walking on my own. Now I could use the bathroom on my own. This
was also the first time being able to look in the mirror to see what I
looked like. Before now the doctors wanted me to focus on being able to
move and walk and not focus on the physical changes. My wife was there
with me. She's been there everyday with me. The doctor convinced her
work to give her a leave of absence so she could help in the
rehabilitation. She walked with me to the bathroom. I faced the mirror
with my eyes closed. My wife turned on the light and I slowly opened my
eyes. I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. A beautiful 25 year
old woman looking back at me with light brown curly hair. Hazel eyes.
Athletic body. Only a few inches shorter than I was. About a c cup.
Nice curves. I was gorgeous. I started crying. My wife held me. I didn't
know if I was happy that my dream of being a woman has finally come
true or if I was sad that who I was is gone. After about twenty minutes
of crying I finally sat down to pee. It was very different. My wife
showed me how to wipe and when I was done I headed back into the bed.
After this I now had to start seeing a shrink to help me cope with my
new body, new hormones, and new life. They said that I could be in
therapy for a year or so, just to make sure I'm transitioning okay. The
day finally came that I was ready to leave the hospital. Then my first
alarm went off. Ugh.
3. Dream #3:
Because the last two dreams weren't weird enough, the third one was a
dozy. First off, like the last few, I was a woman instead of a man. It
was very jumbled up, but what I got out of it was that I was in some
post apocalyptic world helping my family move some stuff. There was a
bad guy trying to kill us. I had to defuse a bomb. Then we were
relaxing in someones living room and a dog came up to me and started
humping my leg. WTF. Luckily my second alarm went off and I woke up.
That was weird. Too weird to even remember the details. Thank god.
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