Go back home and go to bed.

 This coffee just isn’t doing it for you. You thought it would give you energy, but you are still dead tired. You know what, your sister can wait. You text her apologizing, making up some story and then you head back your apartment to get back into bed.

It’s not long before you’ve completely dozed off and started dreaming.

There’s a black void, and then a woman. You see her, long and slender, dancing through the blackness gracefully. This darkness only lasts a second as you find yourself back in your room, or at least in a more ethereal, dreamlike version of your room. Your body moves for you, drifting to the bathroom and turning on the shower.

You look at yourself naked in the mirror, your eyes drifting. Something looks off, but you can’t quite place it. By the time the shower has heated up and you step in, you’re concerned that your surroundings are getting bigger. Brushing it off to dream logic, your body moves into the shower and begins lathering soap and shampoo all over. It smells fruity and nice. As you scrub your legs, you notice a significant amount of your leg hair being washed away but you pay no mind. That’s just how it is in a dream world. You feel your butt and notice that it has grown significantly, and as you move up you notice that you’ve lost a lot of weight in your waist.

You go to shampoo your hair, but with each stroke, it gets a bit longer. Like a tissue box being emptied, you continue to stroke as it keeps getting longer. First it's short, then it moves to a longer man’s haircut, then it turns to a pronounced bob, then a woman’s haircut, then finally ending down at your shoulders. You shake your head and notice that the mane of hair in your face is not only long but black.

Suddenly, your nipples start to burn a little bit, tingling in some sensation. You go to put your hands on there, but when you touch them, they balloon out, mounds of flesh growing where your once flat male chest was. You moaned, a wave of pleasure moving through you as your new breasts bounced into place. They weren’t gigantic, but they were definitely female. Looking down at your new breasts, your penis started growing and you had to take of that. Pumping a little bit of shampoo into your hand, you began stroking. The first few were pretty normal, but then your fingers became slenderer and longer. Regardless, you kept going, jerking yourself off until something changed. Your penis was still hard, but it was shrinking. Your fingers, almost on instinct, followed as your membered shrunk, moving up inside of you before fully disappearing, your fingers entering your new vagina and stroking in a much different manner. You moan, again and again, each time your voice getting higher and higher. At some point, the pressure is too great, and you release, screaming in orgasmic glee, your first female orgasm finished. After getting your bearings, you look at yourself in the mirror again. The person you saw in the reflection was not you, however. You saw a small, beautiful Japanese woman, thin and sexy standing before you. You gulped, but your body kept moving, heading to the closet to find something completely unlike what your real-world closet was. It was covered floor to ceiling in the mountains of pink and purple, the scent of girly perfume emanating through the air. You grab a little lacy bra and clasp it together over your new breasts and grab a matching set of panties, scuttling it up to your legs and settling it on your new crack. You go back to the mirror and look at yourself, not believing how sexy you look.

You yawn, knowing that even for a dream, you must sleep eventually. You take off the bra and sift through the racks of clothes to find a nightgown. It’s pink, low cut, and defined by lace. It’s barely opaque, and you could basically see through it. You threw it on because it was super comfy and climbed into bed, closing your eyes once more.

You wake up and look at the clock. It’s the late afternoon, and you stretch your arms. You wipe the sleep from your eyes, but something felt different. You felt some hair caressing the back of your neck and your shoulders, and you felt a little smaller. This is concerning, so you head to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

You are the woman you became in the dream, with the same face, the same body, and wearing the same pink nightgown. You start freaking out, and eventually, you decide to call your sister. You dial and she picks up.

“Hello?”

“Hey Tiffany, it’s your brother! I need some help. Something happened” You say, exasperated

“I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong number. I don’t have a brother. Bye!” She hung up.

What else changed? Your own sister didn’t know of your existence and looking through your closet, there is not one trace of a boy in there.

As a last-ditch effort, you look through your wallet and find your ID, but it no longer holds your picture, nor your name. You look at it.

Akiko Nakamura.

Is that who you are? You freak out as your stomach rumbles. Shit. You can’t use your bank cards anymore, so how are you going to eat. After pacing around your apartment for a while, something strikes you.

You download Tinder on your phone and create a profile. Surely some random dude will find you attractive and buy you some food. You fill out everything and finally, it asks for some photos. You decide that you might as well just take a simple one. You sit on your bed, making sure to frame your assets in the shot. Giving a peace sign, you take the selfie, messing around with the filters a little bit before uploading it to your tinder profile.

You lay down, exasperated by these unfolding events, feeling fear and excitement as you hear hundreds of notifications of new matches coming in.

THE END