This dream was just a fragment.

I tried to go back to sleep, I tried to wrap the blankets around me and keep out the sounds and the light of day. How I wished to have more of it.

A dreamgirl is with me. We are in a dressing room of some kind.

I admire her so much. She has red hair. She has eyes that are such a pale blue they almost glow. Her lips are very pink.

As I look down, I notice that she has small breasts that are like dunes in shape. They slope gently, like adolescent breasts. I wonder if she is a male or not.

She has light red hair between her legs. It's very pretty. It's a shade or two lighter than the dazzling red hair on herhead.

I am on my knees in front of her, and I seem to have no shyness about holding onto her thighs and moving them apart so I can get a better look. She is a real female.

Her panties are down around her ankles. I hadn't noticed that before.

"Try them on, and you can be like me," she says.

I look up at her.

Now I have her panties on.

They fit me so well!

I think they are plain white panties. I can't remember too well.

I peel them off, and somehow, the imprint of her femaleness that was in the panties, has transformed me. I look just like she does.

And when I look at her, she has sprouted a beautiful penis.

"Is it so easy?" I wonder.

Why hadn't I learned this trick before?

If you just wear a girl's panties, and wear them tight enough, you fit them exactly!

This is the most wonderful thing!

And she has demonstrated that she can do the same thing.

Where is the rest of my dream?

Oh where is the rest of my dream?

When I resign myself to not being able to get back to sleep and finish it, I tuck myself between my legs as I lie in bed. I look down and imagine it was not a dream at all.

I look very pretty this way.