Perchance to Dream -2- :: BigCloset Classic :: BigCloset TG Stories <br /> June 2001 to November 2004

Dave is back, but are his dreams?
Perchance
to Dream
-2-

by D.D. Weldons

I reached for the air raid siren going off beside my bed while I was mentally berating myself for not unsetting my alarm before going to bed. Blarg, It's my day off and I'm awake at.... 6AM. Wait. No, my watch has the real time, and it's 5:51AM. I'm an idiot. Well. I guess that's already apparent to those around me.

I shrugged as I got up and carefully walked around the bed until I could make sure Elton wasn't nested in some postion while I'd step on him and scare him silly. Then my waist length hair fell into my face.

Waist length hair. Wow. It's still there. It's not a dream. Wow. Blarg. I didn't have any more lucid dreams last night. I really would have liked to make some more changes. Oh well. I might even have to stop telling people how fugly I am, now.

I glanced over at the spousal abuser but she'd rolled over and buried back down into the sheets. Good. I can borrow her keys that much more easily. I need to go next door and weigh. I found her purse on the dining table and slipped out the back door. After disarming the alarm and turning on a few key lights, I unlocked the room with the medical scales. I put the range slider on 200 lbs. I stepped on. +++THUNK+++. YaY!!! WAY too heavy! I slid the range slider to 150 lbs. +Thunk+. To light this time, but not by a lot. +tap tap tap+ 152 1/4 and balanced. Wow. I'd been 248 1/4 just a couple of days ago. I'd lost 96 lbs.

I turned off all the lights, rearmed the alarm and locked everything and went back to the house. I set the oven to preheat as I came in and started making coffee. Mmmmmmmm I love grinding my own coffee. Two scoops of decaf hazelnut beans with one scoop of chocolate beans.... ZZZZTT for 5 seconds... Nectar from the caffiene gods on the hoof. Heh, talk about mixed metaphors. I finished preparing the coffee maker and opened a can of Grands biscuits. The oven finished preheating as I put the last biscuit on the pan. I put the pan in the oven and set my timer for 15 minutes.

I softly called to Elton suggestign he might like to "go outside and peepee". I could almost hear him thinking about it, then he came trotting to me and I put his run leash on him and turned him out.

I snuck into Don's room and laid down beside him on his bed. Gawd, the sleep of the innocent. He never even stirred. I gently kissed his cheek. His eyes popped open. And shut. And popped open. And shut. And popped open and then focused on me. His brows went up. Then down. He made a face scrunchie worthy of a cat. "Dad???" I could literally hear the extra question marks in his voice.

"Yes, sonny boy?" I was suddenly realizing he had no idea what had occured this morning.

"Dad? Is that really you?" He was slowly crawling out from under the sheets from the far side of the bed from me and watching me closely.

I sighed and got off his bed. "Yes, love lump, it's me. I've lost a few pounds *like 96 YaY!!*. My hair is a little longer *like 24 inches YaY!!*. But I'm still your dad. You're good with that, right?

"You look really different, dad. I mean, you look like you, but you don't." The look he had on his face completely disarmed me.

I took a chance and started walking around his bed with my arms spread for a hug. I was completely relieved when he didn't try to avoid me. As I was hugging him, I whispered in his ear, "I love you, sonny boy. I love you like I don't love anyone else in the world."

He whispered back, "I love you, too, dad. You just surprised me."

I dropped the hug and stepped back, grinning widely. "I guess I surprised me, too. I'm still not quite sure how all this happened, or if it can be duplicated or used in any other way. I do, however, plan on trying, heh." I winked at him. "Now, it's my day off and I've been hoarding back some coffee money. I guess I'm going to have some new clothes. By the way, I have biscuits in the oven. They'll be ready in a few minutes."

He smiled and nodded and I went to the living room to check my computer. Hmm, no email but spam +click+ and that's gone. Oh, good music on my internet radio station. While doing a low key chair dance, I played a few games of free cell until the timer on my watch beeped. I let the dog in as I passed the back door and then washed my hands. I got the biscuits out of the oven and poured myself a cup of coffee and put my biscuits on a plate.

I called Don to come get his biscuits. I went back into the living room and sat down to eat biscuits while taunting chatters on Dalnet or Undernet. I found a few likely victims in one of my regular channels.

After some breakfast, coffee, taunting and jokes, I was feeling a bit more energetic. I decided that I was going to have to get some clothes together before I had to go back to work in 48 hours or I'd be really miserble. I showered and found some warm up pants with pockets and a drawstring waist that I managed to make workable. I topped this with a tshirt and put on some sandals. After grabbing my money, cell phone, and keys, I was as prepared as I felt I could get, so I set off for Walmart.

I decided that 2 pair of black denim jeans and a few polo style shirts would do for now. I went straight to the womens wear side of the clothes section and picked out 3 pair of black denim jeans in sizes 6, 8, and 10. No one seemed to notice I was male which suited me just fine. The size 10s fit just fine. I left the 6s and 8s at the counter at the fitting rooms and got a 2nd pair of 10s.

That done, I browsed the clearance racks and found some fairly plain polo style tops... on the racks next to the clearance racks. Oh well. It's Walmart. I'm still getting decent prices. I got 1 in size large (black, of course) and went to the fitting rooms again. It was just a bit roomy but that was fine with me... especially if I was able to get back into the proper dream state to make some more changes. I wanted nice breasts, darn it. I had been on estradiol for 4 years before I couldn't afford the annual checkups and had to quit a year ago. I was tired of being a large A or small B.

I paid my way out and went home and put on my new clothes so I could wear something that fit. As I came into the living room, the spousal abuser noticed that I actually looked good. Before she could launch into one of her signature tirades, I played a trump card. "I've been hoarding my computer consulting money and I have enough to take you to lunch at On the Border, if you feel like driving that far."

Ka-ching. She's a sucker for eating out. She looked at me again and decided to pick her battles and to take the free lunch while it was offered. She changed her top and I herded Don into fresh clothes and we set off on the 35 minute trip.

The pablano chicken did the trick. She had a good time and was actually civil. I had chicken fajitas. Normally, I plow thru a plate of fajitas like I haven't eaten in a week. This time, however, it seemed like I was still full of biscuits and I'd only eaten 2 instead my normal 4. I shrugged and put the rest in a to-go box for later. We were next door to a large movie theatre with enough screens I had to use my fingers and toes to count, so we strolled over to see what was playing.

We found a nice comedy and I let her pay this time. Wow. Make a note: feed her pablano chicken more often.

We rode home quietly and just as we were coming in, the phone rang. One of our chuch members for whom I did computer work was calling to see if I'd like to go to the range and shoot pistols. Does Microsoft need quality assurance help? Of course!

I got out my .45acp, ear protection and a box of cheap shells I keep for just such an occasion and made up a travel mug of ice water. By the time I was done putting my hair in ponytail, he was outside honking. He gave me a triple take when I came out, but he recognized my face (I think) and my pistol (I know for sure) and seemed OK enough so we were good.

We bought a pad of targets at the range and started plinking. I went to the 20 yard line and tried to relax and focus at the same time. After a few cleansing breaths, I took aim and nailed the 10x ring. That did the trick and I proceeded to shoot a 1" group. I waited for the all clear, then put up a new target and reloaded, this time making sure one was in the chamber and reloading the clip.

On the commence command, I put all 10 rounds in the 10x ring as quickly as I could and waited for the all clear. Bah. 1 1/4" group this time. I think my new size and lowered body weight was affecting my endurance. I borrowed my buddy's Czech .32 for a round. 8 more rounds in the 10x ring in a 1" group again. The lower recoil helped a lot.

I was starting to realize there might be downsides to being a woman, or at least looking more like one. Oh well. I could buy a smaller calibre pistol.

I gave his pistol back and moved to the 25 yard line and fired out the rest of my ammo. I consistently shot a 2" group at that range. Not bad but not wonderful. I knew now I needed to research a lighter pistol with less recoil. Oh well. I still had 40 hours before I was due back at work.

We drove back, stopping to buy a fresh box of ammo each on the way back, 2 for him, since he had taken 2 pistols.

I spent the rest of the evening on the computer chatting, listening to music, and researching pistols I couldn't afford.

I went to bed fairly early, since church was the next day. On a whim, I researched lucid dreaming, but only briefly, just before getting up to brush my teeth and put on shorts and a tshirt for bed. At that point, I realized I'd not eaten since lunch and I wasn't hungry. So _that's_ how you can forget to eat. Amazing.

It'd been a long but fun day and I was hoping that I'd fall asleep fairly quickly and that I would dream lucidly again. I was sooo interested to see what I could do now that I knew the potential available to me.

Certainly enough, in only a few minutes I was dead to the world....

Note: TG transformation fantasy rated-M
Read Chapter 1.2.3.