The dream gives you form (Patreon)

The dream was always the same.
You looked in the mirror, and she looked back.
A woman who you never met. A woman who seemed so familiar. A woman who felt like home. 

You move your craggy muscular hands and her dainty fingers copy you.
You shift your bearded jaw, and her delicate chin followed. 

You breathe deep, expanding you pecs. Her supple breast under her lacy dress rose at the same time. 

You realize you are awake! This time it’s not a dream.  You reach up and feel a soft hand tracing a sensitive bearless chin. You look down.  You see those same breasts rise as you gasp.  

It’s a dream no longer. You are home.