Dream 3000

By Andrea Greenwood

Published on Aug 9, 1999

Transgender

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DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of transgendered erotica. The standard disclaimers apply (be of age and legally able to read this). I hope you enjoy reading this! Hugs-n-cuddles! - Andrea

DREAMER 3000: AN OLD FRIEND

by Andrea Greenwood

andrea_greenwood@hotmail.com

Copyright 1999, A. Greenwood. All rights reserved.

PROLOGUE

Hello. My name is Jules Langdon. I am a crossdresser, and this is but one part of my life story.

I awoke on a sunny, pleasant Saturday morning. The week had been long and tedious, and the weekend didn't exactly portend greatness. Yet, the sun streamed into my bedroom. The deep blue sky and rich green trees outside were refreshing. I stretched lazily in my long, slinky powder blue nightgown. I slid against the satin sheets of my waterbed. I sported a rock solid erection.

"Oh gawd," I languished. "If only I'd been born female." In my mind I transformed into a female, breasts pressing against the lacy nylon of my silky nightie, vagina hungry for a warm, friendly mate. I climbed up out of the waterbed.

I attended my immediate Saturday chores - among other things, feeding my bunny, Mr. Bugs, a big lovable angora rabbit - and resolved to jack into DREAMER 3000 after the weekly grocery shopping.

I showered, shopped, and put away groceries. It was nearly noontime. "Shall I eat lunch or jack in?" Feeding my transgender monkey won over feeding my stomach.

I quickly went to my computer, booted it, and donned the BWI - brain wave interface - device. I jacked into my computer and started DREAMER 3000. The reality of the computer room disolved into the virtual reality of the DREAMER 3000 environment.

"Welcome Jules!" A computer generated Gil Elvgren pinup girl appeared before me. She sported short, curly sandy blonde hair, a white sleveless blouse partly open and barely restraining large breasts, a knee-length red skirt accenting a voluptuous ass and a narrow waist. Shear black seamed nylons and saddle shoes completed this synthetic vision. "What's your pleasure today?"

I sighed out of lust for her and lust for her clothing. "Adventure."

"Hmmm... Are there any particular scenes you have in mind?"

"No. I really don't know what I want, I only know I want something hot and dangerous."

"How hot and how dangerous?"

"You know, things I wouldn't or couldn't do IRL. Geez, I can't even dance with a guy while crossdressed. I can fantasize about much more than that, but I simply can't do it."

"Okay." She stood, looking pensive as the computer and peripherals scanned his mind. A grin spread across her face. "Okay, I've got it for you. Hold on tight Buddy!" She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. I felt her breasts against me, and wished I had breasts such as hers. Ahhhh. The woman and scene faded, and was replaced with the DREAMER dream sequence.

DREAM SEQUENCE: AN OLD FRIEND

"Lisa?"

"Yes Andrea, it's me."

Lisa was a crossdresser with whom I'd corresponded a few years ago. She was much older than me, retired and in her mid sixties. She looked to be around that age.

Lisa was a larger woman. She probably stood six feet two inches (1.88m), weighing 220lbs (100Kg). Accordingly she sewed many of her own clothes, including lingerie. That always amazed me about her. My skill with a needle and thread was rather industrial - I could sew a button, and while it didn't look pretty, it wasn't about to pop off. Yet here was a crossdresser who could make beautiful undergarments from fine silky fabrics. She'd sent me photos of her work, and I always admired her skill.

Now Lisa was standing before me, in her underwear. All I could see was her red lacy camisole, half slip, and bra straps. She was wearing a curly wig with makeup.

I looked about, and saw a mirror to my left. I was my normal size and weight, five feet nine inches (1.75m) 135lbs (61Kg), and I too was in my underwear. I was wearing a periwinkle cami, half slip, and bra. The wig was long and straight with bangs, and the makeup was perfect. Suddenly I felt a bit vulnerable - deliciously so - standing in front of Lisa.

Lisa stepped forward, embracing me in her strong arms. I could smell her perfume. Or was it mine? I think we were both wearing my favorite, and I was intoxicated by it. My heart raced. I wrapped my arms around her.

Oh her lingerie was so soft, and she was warm. But what was I doing?! This was a man, and so was I! I was about to break our embrace. I looked up at Lisa, and she planted her lips firmly on mine! Horrors! Her tongue played forcefully with mine, and I was so confused. The cerebrum rejected it, the medula wanted more.

Lisa wanted more too. She ground her abdomen against mind, and through soft nylon lingerie our penises found each other. Ohmygod again!!!!

Oh but it felt so good. Here I was with Lisa, a dream come true. I raised my arms and placed them about her neck, and returned a deeply passionate kiss. I ground my penis against her belly, next to her penis. Lisa took one of her hands and held our penises together. I could wait no longer. I started to move my hands from her neck to her love muscle, but found she was much faster than me.

Lisa picked me up and threw me onto the bed. The bed was dressed with white satin sheets and satin comforter. She hiked my half slip and pulled my panties down. She hungrily consumed my cock.

"Oh! Oh!" I exclaimed as she slid her mouth up and down my rod. I could feel her delicate curls brush against my belly as she worked my tool. She ran her hands up and down my torso, over my breasts, and about my legs.

Here is this old man playing with this younger man, both in women's clothing', my mind reeled. My mind quickly countered with, Here's this lovely person giving supreme pleasure to me.' I caressed her as she played with me.

The pressure was building. I was as hard as a rock, and could feel that in another minute I would push all of my semen into Lisa's mouth. She could tell too, and so she stopped.

Sure, I'm far more submissive than Lisa, especially in drag. Yet I grabbed her and rolled her onto her back. I was going to give her the time of her life.

I pulled her panties down, revealing her long, thick penis. Precum coated the head, which I tasted. The light, sweet juice made me want more. I took his penis into my mouth.

Aaaaaaargh!' I thought. What am I doing?'

`I'm enjoying myself, and am returning a loving gift of pleasure to this wonderful person.' I made love to Lisa, her penis, her body, her mind, her soul.

All of the photos she'd sent me came rushing back to my mind, and here she was in my arms and my mouth. I caressed her through her camisole, and eventually I caressed her body directly. Her skin was warm, soft, and hairy. I wanted to thank her for all of her thoughts - her letters and photographs - over the years.

Her breathing became heavier and faster. A little spurt of love juice shot into my mouth, warm and sweet it was. Should I stop so we could sixty-nine and perhaps cum together, or should I simply do her?

I grinned. I wanted to do Lisa now.

I moved up and down her hot, hard shaft, groaning and moaning my pleasure and approval. Lisa began screaming, screaming. My tongue went up and down her shaft, up and down, up and down.

"Aaaaaahhhh!!!!" Lisa screamed.

Lisa's cream shot into my mouth, warm pulse followed by warm pulse, filling me as I could not easily swallow with her penis in my mouth. When I thought of her penis in my mouth, it just excited me more, and I kept working it to my desires. Swallow I did as fast as I could, though a little drop of the magic fluid exited my lipstick covered lips.

I got up on my knees and looked upon my friend, my lover.

"Didja like it?" I asked with a grin on my face?

"Ah, the joys of youth," she sighed with a pleased smile on her face. She looked spent, but happy. I didn't figure she'd be all that active afterwards, but it didn't matter. We both enjoyed ourselves, I figured.

I shot forward to her neck to nuzzle and plant a kiss. She rolled me on my back and, before I knew it she had my wrists tied to the posts of the bed with silk. Ankles quickly followed, and a black silk scarf was tied over my eyes. Nothing was particularly tight, but I wasn't going anywhere, nor could I see anything.

"Little girl, you are now mine," she said to me.

She touched my body. She ran her hands over the top of my head, gently stimulating me. Her hands felt about my ears, my neck. She caressed my arms, my chest, my abdomen. She kissed my fingers, she kissed the tip of my penis. I felt her wrap her hands about my legs.

"Oh Lisa, write on the bottoms of my feet!"

She took her index finger and gently scrawled designs on the bottom of my feet. My member was again hard as a rock. She kissed my toes. Then she stopped. She left the bed.

In a minute she returned. I felt her crawl up the bed, over me. Something touched my lips. My tongue examined, and found her penis again, this time with a drop of semen at the end. I smiled and began to take it in again.

"No dear, age won't let me do it again, but I thought you'd like that final little morsel."

"Oh yes, I did!" And I did, too. It tasted good.

She crawled down by my penis again and took it into her mouth. My that felt so good. Quicky I was at the point of pushing all of my semen out again. This time she continued.

"Oh Oh Oh!!!!" I screamed. "OH!!!!!!" My semen shot out of my shaft into her love chamber. Bam, bam, bam it shot. Bam bam bam, it continued. I writhed against the silken restraints, not seeing, only feeling. I finally collapsed.

I felt Lisa crawl up the bed over me. Her lips met mine, and her tongue was quickly invited in to my mouth. Now I was spent.

She placed a glass of champagne against my lips, a pleasant surprise to a delightful time. The cold, bubbly liquid was refreshing.

She untied me, and removed my blindfold. She lay on her back, and I lay next to her on my belly, wrapping my arms about her arm. We fell asleep.

EPILOGUE

When I awoke, my pinup girl was above me, looking at me.

"Hi sleepyhead!"

"Hi Sweetie!" I reached up and hugged her.

"Time for the program to end. Did you have fun?"

"As always."

"Then, be good and see you later!"

"Bye!"

The DREAMER 3000 scene faded and was replaced by the reality of my computer room. It was late Saturday afternoon. I grabbed my shades and went out to the balcony. I stretched on the lounger and basked in the glow of that wonderful dream.

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