Carly awoke with a start... sweat trickling down her face and she was panting for breath. She had just had the most bizarre dream of her life, including the one in which was a 2-inch tall fairy granting people's wishes. This one was more... crasse, if that word could be used. She was lost in a strange forest in which all the trees resembled giant penises. Two similar shaped boulders at the base of each tree represented testicles.
"Oh shit, what the hell kind of nightmare was that?" Carly asked herself, as she swang her legs out of bed and buried her face in her hands for moment. She wiped the perspiration from her brow and then tried to remember more aspects of the dream. While she was wandering the forest, she kept hearing familiar voices, those of all the people she knew, including her best friend Zoe and several staff members at Wilko. She remembered touching one of the 'trees' at some point and it had been so vivid. The tree had felt 'warm', and had 'sap lines' down the sides that bore a resemblence to bulbous veins.
Then there had been the smell. A sweet scent that permeated her nostrils. Was that cum I could smell? Carly mused, her expression now one of disbelief rather than shock and horror. The dream had ended with a ghostly whisper in her ear... You have the power within you. Then Carly had suddenly looked down at herself as the trees seemed to close in on her, and she screamed... just before she woke up.
"I'm not telling anyone about that dream". Carly humphed, as she went to the bathroom to have a pee. She couldn't help but wonder whether the strange dreams she was having was partly a result of her not having a man in her life (or in her bed) anymore because of her upcoming divorce from her husband Simon. Who knows...
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After finally getting back to sleep, Carly's alarm clock awoke her at 7:00am as it did most days. Her eyes flickered open, she yawned and stretched, then got out of bed and began to get dressed. She already had her underwear on, since she didn't like sleeping in the nude, especially during the colder months. She just neatened her disheveled bra and then opened her wardrobe, pulling out her favorite pair of black, boot-cut slacks and a pair of black leather stiletto pumps with 4-inch heels. Those two garments would be complimented as always by her black, short-sleeve Beautylicious top,
Getting dressed didn't take so long, but applying her make-up and doing her hair... that was the time killer as always. But... a beautician HAD to look good for her clients, right? Carly smirked at her reflection for a moment, then decided she was good to go.
She made her way downstairs and picked the mail up off the floor in the hallway, scouting through the collection of trash mail and bills, before dumping them on a small dresser near the door to the living room. She headed into the kitchen and made herself a quick sandwich, then she grabbed a low-fat yoghurt from the fridge and a spoon from the drawer and took it with her when she left for work.
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A mile from her home, Carly came upon the first set of traffic lights and so she rolled her car to a stop. "Why not." She shrugged, opening her yoghurt and grabbing her spoon. She figured she could get at least half way down the pot before the lights turned green again. As she slid the first spoonful of raspberry yoghurt into her mouth, Carly happened to glance off to her right at a row of small shops, including a furniture shop that had a 'Super Sale' on, everything half price. Carly suddenly remembered the crack in her living room cabinet at home. She could do with a new one, but... she didn't have time to shop right now.
What Carly then focused on was the two furniture store employees stood outside the shop holding placards with several prices on. It was apparently their job to draw the attention of passersby to the bargains inside. The female employee, who had shoulder length blonde hair in a ponytail, looked to be in her early 20s, quite attractive, small perky breasts and had an decent figure. That figure could be seen quite easily because she happened to be dressed in a Superman (or Supergirl) outfit that the store had hired from a local fancy dress retailer. Carly smirked at the sight.
The male employee, mid twenties and quite tall, he was dressed as Batman. Though what that particular 'brooding' caped crusader had to do with anything 'Super' was lost on Carly. After checking that the traffic lights were still on red (which they were), Carly's eyes darted back to the girl in what Carly views as a SuperMAN outfit.
"She's hardly equipped to be Superman." Carly chuckled, looking at the tight red 'underpants' tightly hugging the woman's flat crotch.
The smile on Carly's face soon slowly disappeared however when she heard the same ghostly voice in her head that she had heard in her dream last night. You have the power within you.. Carly felt a brief shiver down her spine and a sudden sense of what seemed like vertigo for a second as she glanced to the man in the Batman outfit. For some reason Carly looked straight to his groin and she gasped when she saw it seemingly 'deflate'. "What in the... " Carly mumbled, narrowing her eyes to try and see better.
When the beautician's eyes again fell on the woman in the Superman/girl costume... they grew wide in shock. Her trademark red Superman underpants suddenly bulged out in front. Before Carly had time to register anything else, a car horn honked behind her, letting her know the lights were on green.
Carly, now shaking slightly, took one last look over at the two 'caped employees'. Then she shoved her half-eaten yoghurt into the car's glove compartment and slammed her high heeled foot on the accelerator. After another five minutes of driving she was in a parking space near the bus station, not far from Wilko... and further up the street... her salon. What the fuck just happened? Carly asked herself. She wasn't usually one for swearing, but inside her own head... what was the harm? Did that woman grow a penis? And that man with her... did he lose his prick? Did...d-did I do that?" That was the one question that then reverberated in Carly's pretty head as she tried to compose herself.
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Turning the car engine off, Carly remained deathly silent as she finally stepped out of her car and looked around. The cold air seemed to help freshen her up a little, but she was still shaken at what she had just seen. "Did they swap? And did I swap them?" Carly mumbled, this time out loud as she locked her car up and began walking up the street towards Wilko, her high heels clicking on the ground as she went.
Remembering she had to buy some nail varnish and tweezers for the salon, Carly decided she may as well stop off at Wilko on her way to work. Zoe had a key anyway, so it wasn't as though she and Kay would be left standing outside if Carly was late. As she entered the department store, Carly grabbed a basket and walked straight to the toiletries aisle to buy her stuff.
At that time, 8:47am, there weren't all that many customers in town, and so Wilko was fairly quiet. As she selected what nail varnishes she wanted, Carly thought back to her dream last night, and what had just transpired outside that furniture shop near her house. Did she have a power inside her? And was it... the ability to swap people's genitalia? And was that weird dream last night nature's fucked up way of telling her about her bizarre new power?
But how did I do it? Carly shrugged, the internal questions still coming. Then it clicked. She'd remarked that the woman wasn't 'properly equipped' to be Superman. Obviously that wasn't the case anymore... "I can swap by thought?" Carly started chuckling slightly, as she imagined the possibilities of this supposed new 'ability' of hers.
And if she did it once... could she do it again?
There was only one way to find out...
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