反复的梦境

作者：Jennifer White

韦恩醒来时全身是汗。脑海中残留着一场噩梦的模糊记忆，那种逃避却无处可逃的恐怖感依然萦绕。他记不清梦的内容，但身上的一层汗水证明了他在睡梦中的挣扎。

“只是个梦。”他说道，听到自己的声音，躺在自己的床上，感到一丝安慰。梦境的记忆开始消散。

突然，一阵剧烈的腹部抽搐，像痉挛般让他猛地坐起。疼痛如刀割，席卷全身。紧接着又一阵抽搐，这次持续更久。这是怎么回事？他从未经历过这样的疼痛。隐约间，他感到这疼痛与那场可怕的梦境有关。

第三次抽搐袭来，他痛得蜷缩成一团。抽搐似乎有规律地发生，大约每分钟一次，且一次比一次剧烈。疼痛范围也在扩大：第一次像针刺，第二次如弹珠大小，第四次已如篮球般覆盖全身。

在抽搐间隙，他喘着粗气，努力集中精神思考，但疼痛让他难以承受。下一波疼痛席卷而来，覆盖全身每一寸，神经仿佛都在向大脑发送痛苦信号。他大声喊叫，却无济于事。

然后，情况有了变化。下一波疼痛不像之前那么剧烈，间隔也缩短了。或许韦恩适应了疼痛，或许抽搐的强度减弱了。他全身颤抖，感到必须脱掉衣服。他几乎撕裂般脱下睡衣和内裤，感觉稍凉爽些，但不适感依然强烈。他低头一看，汗湿的皮肤显得异常。怎么回事？接着他发现：体毛变得更细，颜色更浅，胸部的毛发明显减少。

手臂也是如此。他看着手臂，下一波疼痛又让他闭眼咬牙。他再次低头，身体变化更大了！每波疼痛都让他发生微妙变化！他又看了一眼，发现了更可怕的事情。

他的胸部似乎因疼痛而肿胀。起初，他以为只是身体反应，但疼痛不会让乳头变大，周围的深色区域也不会扩大。毫无疑问，他的胸部现在像少女的胸部。

恐惧加剧，各种可能性在他脑海中闪过。体毛减少，胸部隆起……他低头看臀部，似乎没变，但腰部变窄了。他抚摸腹部，感觉也有些不同。

他的手！他不敢相信，手掌变得更小更纤细，手腕至少比之前细了一英寸。他在缩小！脚和腿也变小，肌肉从粗大变得柔滑而有弹性。

他摸了摸脸，皮肤光滑，轮廓也变了。他害怕照镜子，怕看到未知的自己，但还是鼓起勇气打开床头灯。眼睛适应光亮后，他看到墙上镜子里的倒影：一张惊恐的年轻女性的脸。

镜中女性的胸部比他之前看到的更大。他低头，胸部确实变成了18岁女孩的模样，且还在变大。

当一个男人的男子气概受到威胁时，他会感到下体一阵刺痛，睾酮激增，变得好斗。韦恩现在感到了这种刺痛，他的男子气概正受到严重威胁。但他没有产生男性的好斗反应，而是感到一种陌生的顺从。

他无法对抗这痛苦的根源，反应完全不像男性。男性的本能是“战斗或逃跑”，但他两者皆无。他意识到，不仅身体在变，连思想也在变。

“不要！”他大声说，声音却变得尖细，吓得他心惊。身体的变化已够恐怖，但思想也在改变？他不想变成女孩！不想变成女性！更不想让自己的思维方式改变！如果思想完全女性化，他将彻底成为女人，可能想和男人交往，甚至想要生孩子……

这想法太可怕了。他低头看身体，体内的悸动越来越快，几乎连绵不断，难以分辨。他站在镜子前，看到一张漂亮的脸，身体呈现经典的“沙漏”身形：宽臀、圆润的臀部、细腰。他娇小柔弱，肩膀、手臂、手脚都变小，感到无助。

他低头看向两腿之间，知道那里也在变化。他的睾丸消失了！他的男性器官在缩小，他甚至能看到它一点点变小！他把手放在上面，想阻止它消失，但那里异常敏感，他不得不松手，最后一点残余也缩回体内。

他用手摸索，看着镜子。阴毛尽头出现柔软的阴唇，中间是一道开口。他小心翼翼地伸进一根手指，感到被湿润的女性肉体包裹，仿佛一个巨大的空隙。一滴液体从新形成的裂缝中渗出，滴到地板上。

韦恩经验丰富，曾与许多女人亲密接触，熟悉女性的身体。他找到阴蒂，但它太敏感，只能轻触。他不得不抽出手指，对新女性器官的探索只能暂缓。

他抬头看向镜子，一个女人回望着他，没有一丝男性痕迹。

“我很漂亮……”他用柔和的新声音说，声音如歌般动听。他意识到自己不再是韦恩。韦恩消失了，取而代之的是一个女人。他不再是“他”，而是“她”。她内心深处知道，自己是女人。

“我是梅洛迪。”她大声说。

自己漂亮的事实让她头晕目眩。不仅是震惊，还有更糟的感觉：她为自己的美丽感到骄傲，又一个女性反应。身体的转变似乎完成，但思想仍在迅速女性化，男性思维被女性模式取代。

韦恩仿佛被抹去，梅洛迪被刻画在原处。她感到难过，开始哭泣——又一个女性反应！情况越来越糟。

她在镜子前再次审视自己，汗水让她感觉肮脏。她走进浴室，洗了个热水澡，特别清洗了下体，那里湿润且有分泌物。

她擦干身体，准备整理头发时，突然感到有人要来。她忽略这感觉，但敲门声响起。她赶紧穿上浴袍，感受到女性的直觉。

她开门，发现是送报童来收周费。她从床头柜拿了几美元给他。他盯着她，尤其是胸部，让她感到不适。这个14岁男孩对她有欲望，她能感觉到。

没有什么比知道男人觊觎她更糟。她的思想在变，但性取向根深蒂固。想到连这也会改变，她又哭了起来。

她去厨房开了一瓶酒，需要喝点东西。穿着浴袍，腿感到冷，她端着酒杯去卧室换衣服。

但衣柜里只有男装，她摇头。穿男装怎么能漂亮？她内心的一部分为想“漂亮”而不安，更为想找胸罩和裙子而痛苦。

她尽力挑选，但衣服都不合身。她决定下午去买合适的衣服。她喝完第二杯、第三杯酒，挑出一套还算凑合的衣服。

喝完一整瓶酒，她开始头晕。韦恩能轻松喝一瓶，但梅洛迪身形娇小，酒精让她晕眩。她爬上床，仰躺下来，开始抚摸下体，发现能轻易找到带来快感的部位。阴蒂现在更敏感，她本能地张开双腿，用手指探索。

高潮的强烈快感加上酒精让她不堪重负。达到高潮后，她意识到自己希望是男性爱人而不是自己带来这种快感。她彻底放松，昏昏睡去。

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韦恩醒来时全身是汗。脑海中残留着一场噩梦的模糊记忆，那种逃避却无处可逃的恐怖感依然萦绕。他记不清梦的内容，但身上的一层汗水证明了他在睡梦中的挣扎。

“只是个梦。”他说道，听到自己的声音，躺在自己的床上，感到一丝安慰。梦境的记忆开始消散。

突然，一阵剧烈的腹部抽搐，像痉挛般让他猛地坐起。疼痛如刀割，席卷全身。紧接着又一阵抽搐，这次持续更久。这是怎么回事？他从未经历过这样的疼痛。隐约间，他感到这疼痛与那场可怕的梦境有关…

Reoccurring Dream

by Jennifer White

Wayne woke up covered in sweat. The vague memory of a bad dream lingered in his mind, a feeling of terror that he had been fleeing from, but one from which it was impossible to escape. He could not remember the dream, but the layer of moisture covering his body attested to his struggles while he had slept.

"It was just a dream" he said, relieved somehow to be in his own bed, and hear his own voice. He felt reassured, and the memory of the dream started to fade.

Suddenly, an involuntary contraction like a cramp in his stomach made him sit up. It was a hard pull, causing pain to shoot out all over him. It seemed to cut right through his body, like a knife. Then it hit again, lasting longer this time. What was going on? He had never felt a pain like this before in his entire life. And somehow, he had a vague sense that it related to his terrible dream.

A third contraction hit, causing him to double over in pain. They were coming at regular intervals, about once a minute. And each one seemed bigger than the one before it. They also seemed to be spreading out; the first one was just a pinpoint, the next one was the size of a marble, and by the time the fourth one hit...it was the size of a basketball.

In between, he breathed hard, panting, trying to gather the strength to think. Even that took a supreme effort, as he was overwhelmed by the pain. Another wave of pain hit, and now it seemed to cover every single inch of his body. Every nerve was going haywire, firing off with a signal of pain to his brain. He yelled out loud, but it did no good.

Then something changed. The next wave to hit him wasn't quite as painful as the previous one, and it hadn't taken quiet as long. The interval was getting shorter. But either Wayne had adjusted to the pain and could tolerate it now, or the contractions weren't as painful as they had been.

His whole body was shaking, and he felt like he just had to get out of his clothes. He took off his nightshirt, almost ripping it, and his boxers. He felt somewhat cooler, but he was still in great discomfort. He looked down, and noticed that his sweat soaked skin seemed strange. What was wrong? Then he realized what it was: his body hairs seemed to be finer and lighter in color. In fact, his chest seemed to be quite a bit less hairy than it had been before.

The same went for his arms. He looked at them, but had to close his eyes and clinch his teeth as the next wave of pain swept over him. He looked down again, and it had changed more! With every wave that flowed over him, he was changed slightly! He looked down at himself again, and that's when he noticed something. Something terrible.

His chest must have been reacting to the pain, because it was beginning to swell. At first, he thought that it must just be a reaction. But there was no reason that reacting to pain would have caused his nipples to grow larger, and the dark rings of color around them to expand. There was no mistaking it: his chest looked like that of a young girl.

His fear intensified as the ramifications swept through his brain. Less body hair, growing breasts...he looked down at his hips. They didn't seem to be any different, but just above them, he seemed narrower. He ran his hands over his stomach, and wondered if it was somehow different to.

His hands! He could not believe how they seemed smaller and finer now. His wrists had to be at least an inch less in circumference than they had been before this started. He was shrinking! His feet were definitely smaller too, his legs smaller, the muscles changing from large and bulky to smooth and flexible.

He reached up to touch his face, and felt the smooth skin. The feel of the shape was different than it had been before. He was afraid to look in the mirror, to see what he would find, but he somehow found the strength to reach over to the night stand and turn on the light. After his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, he could see his reflection in the wall mirror. He was staring at the face of a frightened young woman.

The breasts on the girl in the mirror were much bigger than what he had seen before. He looked down, and they had indeed grown much larger. They were definitely female breasts now, like those of an 18 year old. And they were still growing.

Whenever a man feels a threat to his manhood, he gets a certain tingle between his legs, causing the testosterone to flow, and for him to get very aggressive. Wayne felt that certain tingle now, with a *definite* threat to his manhood hitting him. But instead of the normal aggressive feelings any man would get (that would cause them to do stupid things they never would otherwise), he felt something else: passive.

He was unable to fight whatever was the cause of his misery, but he had a very non-male reaction to it. The deep inner instinct in a man is "fight or flight". And he felt neither. That's when he realized that it wasn't just his body that was changing; it was his mind.

"Oh no" he said aloud, alarmed at the rising pitch of his voice. The physical changes were terrifying enough, but knowing that his very mind was changing? He didn't want to be a girl! He didn't want to be female! And he certainly didn't want his very thought processes to be changed! If his mind was being altered, then how might he turn out?

If he ended up with a true feminine mind, then he would be a woman in every way. He would want to be with a man. And he would want to have babies some day. And...

It was too terrible to think. He looked down at his body. The throbbing he felt inside was now getting so fast, that each pulse that coursed through him was almost immediately followed by the next one. Soon, it would become a blur so fast he could not tell when one left off, and the next one started.

As he stood before the mirror, he saw that his face was very pretty now. He saw that he had the classic 'hourglass' shape to his body, with wide hips, a round butt, and a narrow waist. He was dainty, with small shoulders, arms, hands and feet. He felt so weak and helpless!

He looked down between his legs, knowing what would be going on down there. His balls were gone! And his manhood itself; it was getting smaller and smaller, so that he could actually see it shrinking! He put his hand on it, as if to try and keep it from going away all together. But it was very tender and sore, and he was forced to let it go as the last of the stub started to pull back within him.

He felt with his hand as he looked in the mirror. Where his pubic hair ended, he now had the soft 'lips' of a labia, with an opening between them. He carefully put his finger inside, and it felt like a giant chasm. His finger was surrounded by moist female flesh, lubricated from within. He was getting all wet, and a droplet oozed out of his new slit, dripping to the floor.

Wayne was experienced sexually, and had been with many women. He knew his way around a pussy. He found the clitoris, but it was much too tender to take more than just the lightest touch. He had to pull his finger out. Exploration of his new *female* genitals would have to wait.

He looked up in the mirror again, and saw a woman stare back at him. Not one feature on her gave a hint that she had once been a man.

"I'm pretty..." he gasped in his new soft voice. His new voice was so smooth and pretty, that even a spoken word sounded like a melody being sung. It was then that he realized that he really was no longer Wayne. Wayne was gone, and in his place was a woman. He was no longer a he. He was completely female now, and only the word 'she' would be adequate to describe him. She knew in her heart, that she was a woman.

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