What Wet Dreams Are Made Of (Erica Anderson TF)

It was another quiet night at the Stray Sheep, as the last drunken patrons had reluctantly stumbled out over forty minutes ago. Besides the sort of lonely piano music that was being played all around the building by the amplifiers nailed into the walls in various corners, the only real sound was that of the long, gentle swish swash of the cloth on the varnished wooden counter as Eric wiped away the crumbs and beer stains that had continuously accumulated throughout the evening, followed by a soft hiss as he sprayed puffs of detergent onto the next section. He felt himself started to quicken the pace now that he turned slightly to clean the wipe the left corner of the counter; the last and final part that needed to be done before he could finally head home and get some well deserved rest after doing nothing but walk around all day serving men who did nothing but stare soddenly at the bottom of their glasses or talk to each other in hushed, worried tones about something.

As he finally wiped the last crescent beer stain off of the counter, Eric looked up and shouted "Hey Boss? I've finished for today... I'll uh, see you tomorrow?" After a couple seconds containing absolute silence, he sighed and slapped the blue cloth onto the counter before turning around and-

"I'll see you tomorrow, Eric."

"Jesus-!"

Eric jumped back and gasped as the ridge of the counter whacked into his spine: There was a middle aged man standing in front of him now; he wore a white business suit that glowed immaculately with its pristine condition, something that was emphasized with the little black bow tie and matching trousers and loafers. His greying hair had been slicked back, and a thin mustache peppered his upper lip, which was currently curved in a friendly smile that removed any thoughts that he was as threatening as his "Don Corleone" appearance seemed to imply. The only really odd thing about Boss were those black tinted sunglasses that he all the time - Eric remembered thinking he was blind at first when during the job interview, but when asked Boss simply said that he wore them into to "hide from an angry ex of mine".

"Ah, I'm terribly sorry - I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that." He said, his clasped hands whitening slightly as they tightened with concern.

"It's okay, Boss." Eric replied sheepishly, sliding a hand behind him to rub away the already fading pain underneath his yellow shirt - but boy was there gonna be a bitch of a bruise later...

"So tell me Eric, how do you think it went today?"

"You mean the bar? ...Yeah, it was pretty good, I guess. We made a good bit of money."

Boss nodded slightly. "A good bit indeed. The same bit, in fact."

Eric raised an eyebrow. "Whaddya mean, Boss?"

"I'm just saying that... Well, for the past couple months we've basically only gotten the same amount of money from the same group of people every single day."

"Oh. I mean, it's better than no money at all, right? And the fact that people keep coming back must mean we're doing something right."

Boss smiled. "True, true. It's not like we're in any debt or potentially going under soon, but I just feel like this place could do with more people, don't you? Make it a bit more livelier?"

Eric shrugged. "Do you have anything in mind?"

"Well, I was thinking we could perhaps employ someone else not to help you around, but also someone... someone who would..." Boss's mostly calm demeanor wavered a little as the faintest pink hue melted across his olive skin. "Someone who would, let's say, get people interested in the bar."

Eric nodded once and then frowned. "What do you mean, "get people interested in the bar"? Like a singer or something?"

"That could actually be a good idea you know... but not quite what I had in mind. I um... I meant that I considered hiring a waitress with ah... "remarkable assets"."

Eric blinked. "Are.. are you serious? This isn't a modelling agency; you can't just hire someone because they're pretty!"

"Of course I can," Boss said calmly. "And I can depend on you to show them the ropes, right? And who knows, perhaps the two of you might end up getting on rather well." The charming smile that grew across his face told Eric everything he needed to know about what Boss was implying.

"W-what?! I'm not even into..."

Boss tilted his head. "Is that so? Not to say it's a bad thing, but I just never would have thought that you... preferred the company of men, heh."

Blushing a little himself now, Eric's voice wavered as he said "All I'm saying is there's got to be another way to get more customers into this place! You can't just have eye candy walking around the place and assume that'll make things better!"

Boss shrugged. "I'd say it would - that TV up there shows nothing but corny comedy shows or the news, which always on about all those strange accidents  And besides, I'm not going to dupe them into this - the women who come apply for this job will be aware of the ah... "nature of the job", so to speak."

With a frustrated sigh, Eric pushed past Boss and began to stride around the counter as he headed over to the entrance of the bar. Even though he didn't look, he could feel Boss's gaze fixing onto the back of his head.

"Where are you going, Eric?"

"Home!" He yelled, not daring to look back. "To think about whether or not I should work some place else!"

Eric slammed the door behind him; the little bell attached to the top of it clanging wildly from the force of the impact, and as it did, Boss simply stood there and stared at the exit, his exterior still calm and collected as nothing had even happened. Raising a hand to adjust his sunglasses as the smallest smirk grew across his face.

"I may be able to convince you yet, Eric..."

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Eric woke up with the heaviest head he'd ever had in his life - it felt like he'd been asleep for centuries or something. Rolling around slightly, he immediately realized that he was no longer in his bed; the hard coolness of what felt like a marble floor pressed up against his skin and the uncomfortably chilling breeze that grazed against it a couple moments later confirmed his suspicions. He must've fallen out of bed just now or something... but then wasn't the floor of his apartment made out of laminated wood? Sitting up with a creaky groan, Eric opened his eyes and gasped at what he saw: It was nothing but an endless black all around him, like a black smog had somehow completely coated the sky save for a hazy spotlight of pure white that beamed down directly onto Eric.

"Ah fuck, am I having some sort of nightmare?" He muttered as he wiped the crumbs of sleep away from his eyes as they squinted in the harsh light. Looking down at himself, Eric found himself still wearing the plain white white and blue boxers that he had on when he went to bed - damn, this was one hell of a detailed dream he was having. Was it something in that leftover pizza he'd ate for dinner? Pulling himself up now, Eric dusted himself off as he looked around - and yelped as he found himself a step away from a drop on his left that seemed to be as endless as the void surrounding the marble floor he was on. Taking an immediate step back, Eric let a shaky breath out before turning around to see what was on his right... And what he saw was just sheer proof that this had to be a dream: A gigantic structure was looming a couple meters in front of him, and it was so tall that that he couldn't even make out the top as it blended into the white light above. Looking at it closely though, Eric realised that the entire thing was made out of hundreds of thousands of blocks of various colours; some white, some a dark coffee colour and some... some with cartoonish yet menacing mouths on their side? Okay, there definitely had to be something in that cheese! Curious to explore what this dream had to offer - but as he took one step forward, the ground beneath him suddenly grew warm as he placed his feet on the marble block... the same white marble that decorated the massive structure in front of him. 

"Ah ah ah! I don't think you'll be climbing that thing any time soon, Eric."

Eric jumped as the deep voice boomed down at him, the source seeming to come from that heavenly ray of light. Although it sounded very majestic (and perhaps a little bit menacing), Eric couldn't help but sense a sort of familiarity with it - something about it's deepness and suave tone just tickled at the back of his mind... Deciding to just ignore it, Eric peered up at the beam and asked "Who are you? How do you know my name?"; the voice simply chuckled darkly in response.

"That doesn't really matter - what does is why you're here.... Which again, isn't climbing that thing over there. You're here because... well, because I want you to be here."

Eric frowned. "What? So what matters is me being here... just because?"

"On the contrary, actually. You're here because I want to... change your mind about something. Heh, more than just your mind, really. Allow me to show you..."

Eric looked down as he felt the warmth return underneath him - the marble square he'd been standing on all this time had now turned to a hot pink. Flexing his feet slightly, Eric raised his eyebrows as he noticed that the actual marble mineral had changed into a softer, almost gooier texture - it was like he was stuck in tar or quicksand and no matter how hard he tried, it was like pulling his feet out was just causing himself to stick to it even more. Sighing angrily, Eric said "This is ridiculous! This is my dream, I should be able to control it!" Taking a deep long breath, Eric closed his eyes and concentrated on not just floating out of this gooey stuff, but just completely erasing this weird ass place and being somewhere a bit more comfortable... Heck, or even just waking up so he could go back sleep and resume a normal night...

...

"Sorry kid, but that's not how this works. You could be standing there for what feels like hours when only a second's passed in the real world."

"God damnit!" Eric huffed. "This has to be a dream! There's only one way to know for sure-!" A sharp pain suddenly sparked on the side of his left arm, causing him to yelp and spin around. "What was that?!"

"What? You said there was only way to be sure if this was a dream, and there's the proof."

"But that... that doesn't make any sense!" Eric said, his heart beginning to fasten. "How can this be real?!"

"I'd tell you, but it won't matter because you'll forget all this once you wake up... And I don't just mean this world."

Before he could ask the voice what it meant, a bunch of red shadowy hands suddenly launched out of the air all around Eric; their long sharp claws hooking around his vest and boxers - then there was a light pull and a harsh rii-ii-ip as the clothes were forcefully yanked off of his body, flinging them away and letting them float uselessly down into the bottomless pit below.

"Wh-what the fuck?!" Eric screeched,his face as red as a tomato as he scrambled to cover his nether regions with his hands, bending over slightly as his eyes constantly darted back and forth in attempt to see what the shadowy hands did next.

"There's nothing to be embarressed about, Eric. By the time I'm done, you'll have a body worth showing off."

The shadow hands lunged forward again, and Eric instinctively let out a scream as he expected to feel their claws scratching and piercing him... but instead of that horrific sensation, Eric instead felt a rather soothing warmth suddenly appear all over his body as the hands simply placed their palms on his head, shoulders, arms, legs and waist. The sensation was understandably ticklish, but the surprisingly soft texture of the hands made it feel like he was almost wrapped up in a warm blanket.

"W-woah! W-what's going on?" Eric shifted and wriggled around on the spot, but even with these slight movements he could feel the hands all over his body shift and twisted with him as if they were cables or puppet strings holding him up and guiding him. "What are you going to do m.... ohhhh..." Eric's shout faltered away into a moan as the hands on his limbs began to slowly and sensually stroke up and down, causing tingles to flow all over his body. Although there still the element of danger considering what was massaging his hands... Eric's resolve softened within a minute as he began to succumb to the relaxation and hints of pleasure buzzing through his mind: It felt like he was melting in the embrace of the shadowy hands as he felt his arms accept their tugging and pulled them away from his crotch, causing his member to be exposed as his body was positioned into a T shape.

But what Eric didn't know what was just how accurate his comparison was: As the shadows pressed gently down on Eric's skin, the bristles of hair that decorated them slowly flattened before melting away and leaving completely shiny and smooth skin - but that wasn't all that changed. The very muscles on Eric's limbs began to change too as they were molded by the warm grip of the shadows; his scrawny arms filling just that little bit whilst retaining a graceful slenderness. Meanwhile, the hands on Eric's legs tugged and pulled downwards firmly and an audible popping sound could be heard as the bones lengthened slightly, becoming longer and slimmer. Two pairs of hands then retreated towards Eric's feet whilst another slid up to his thighs - Eric let out a sleepy sigh as tingles went shooting up and down his legs, groaning as he heard and felt his feet emit a series of sharp snaps as the hands did their work, unaware that they were now much daintier and smaller than before. Conversely the muscle around Eric's thighs began to thicken and swell considerably as the hands kneaded at the increasingly soft tissue - within a matter of seconds, Eric now had a set of rather feminine legs and arms that clashed rather horrendously with the rest of his masculine body... for now, at least.

"This feels... amazing...!" Eric groaned as the hands began to rub his shoulders, a dazy smile spreading over his face as he felt them press down hard and release sparks of satisfaction through him as the bones caved inwards, complimenting his long slender arms with a tinier frame than Eric had ever had before. Sliding down to his back, the hands then began to push against Eric's spine as a lone one pushed down on his chest lightly - his back gradually curved and then arched; just as it seemed to Eric that it might actually break if pushed even further, the hands relaxed and he noticed just how strong his back felt now! It wasn't like he had back issues or anything, but now it seemed like a metal rod had been fixed to it, allowing him to hold any sort of weight on it... or on his chest. Noticing the perfectly curvy S shape Eric's body was now in, the mysteriously familiar voice could only chuckle excitedly as the hands moved onto their next task.

A little frown grew on Eric's face as a pressure suddenly appeared just below his ribs, but it was just insignificant enough that he didn't bother to open his eyes and look: If he had, he would have seen that some of the shadowy hands were now resting against each side of his waist. A couple seconds later they began to gently press inwards whilst another pair fixed themselves on Eric's hips and started to pull outwards - Eric's breaths sharpened as a warm sensation pooled around his waist, kicking and squirming his legs from the bliss he was experiencing, unaware that his hips were widening out as his waist narrowed, leaving him with an unbelievably curvaceous and womanly figure - but the mysterious voice was aware that it could be even curvier and rounder than this...

But instead of doing anything to improve that, a pair of hands were now ordered to move up to Eric's face; who could see their shadows moving over and lowering onto him through his eyelids. As the warmth clouded him, he let out a little sigh... but wriggled slightly as he realized he wouldn't be able to breathe - but his anxieties were quickly put to rest as the hands began to rub in a circular motion around his cheeks, causing him to let out a muffled moan out of his squashed mouth, which was beginning to swell and plump out into a pair of juicy, soft lips. His nose changed next, stretching slightly whilst thinning and losing its' squareness for a rounder and cuter button shape as his oval jawline was smoothed out into an even softer looking heart shape. None of this caused any pain for Eric, who simply just felt brief moments of intense force as his facial features melted into a remarkably feminine appearance - under his closed eyelids, his bright green eyes dimmed into an almost coffee coloured brown as the actual shape of his lids widened by a couple centimeters, finishing off this part of the transformation with a doe-eyed yet still mature looking face that looked a little tomboyish thanks to the current mop of brown hair...

Eric gulped as he suddenly felt a hand wrap around his neck, the sensation feeling a little unnerving despite the warmth, but as the palm simply rubbed up and down he began to imagine it being a snug scarf wrapped around his neck. His mind was so dazed by comfort and pleasure that he didn't even notice his already soft coos and moans becoming even softer, higher and girlier than they had ever been before in his life as his Adam's Apple vanished into his now flat neck. There were only a few final changes to enact now, and two shadowy hands began to move to where the mysterious voice felt the first needed to occur...

...Which was Eric's flat rear. Positioning themselves so that they would be able to support him whilst the change was carried out, the hands grabbed at the firm cheeks before beginning to caress the muscle there; Eric let out a series of surprised yet eager giggles at this and couldn't help but writhe around in what was at first a ticklish sensation... but began to slow down and moan as it started to become much, much more sensual. The hands worked deftly at the now tenderized tissue, continuously kneading and groping as the flesh swelled out and eventually almost overfilled the red palms of the hands as a big bubbly butt bloomed and added another curve to Eric's body.

The warmth then appeared on Eric's chest as two hands rested on his pecs, their warm and silky texture sending little jolts of arousal straight into his crotch, and as the hands began to massage the area around them, the jolts began to shoot down faster and faster to the point that Eric quickly found himself being bombarded with bliss - the hands around his arms had to restrain them from moving up and allowing Eric to help the ones currently molding the now pillowy tissue that was rapidly billowing out of his chest. Within a matter of seconds what were just slight bumps on his chest became larger and rounder, forming a pair of auspicious As, then to bold Bs and finally a copious C cups. Feel their weight pressing down on him, Eric finally opened his eyes and gasped at what he saw: The pair of breasts resting on his chest, the long lithe arms on each side, the even longer and slender legs in front of him and those amazingly curvy hips... but perhaps what was the most arousing part of his body was the part that he could feel: Kicking his legs lazily, Eric let a moan drift out of his lips at the sensation of his thick juicy thighs brushing against each other, the feeling of his silky soft skin just constantly grazing against itself was starting to cause another powerful arousing sensation to appear at his crotch; that oh so familiar throbbing hardness erecting itself inch by inch with every passing second...

...And then a warmth cocooned itself around Eric's length, causing him to cry out and buck his hips instinctively from the pleasure that surged through him, a pleasure that only continued as the warmth began to slowly rise up and down against the equally sweaty shaft; Eric's eyes rolled back as his mind was submerged in bliss, grunts and groans huffing out of him every couple of seconds as the quietest wet slapping sound slowly filled the air. What little rational thought that remained in Eric's mind was now convinced that this  hissjust had to be a dream - he'd never felt anything like this before in his entire life; so there was no way that how fucking good he felt right now was real!

So overwhelmed by lust, there was no chance for Eric to notice that the shadowy hand wasn't really trying to jerk him off: It was really "melting" his penis, making it slowly shrink down and down whilst causing a steamy tension to build up simultaneously. Another hand then appeared just beneath Eric's dwindling member and gently cupped his testicles, the warmth ebbing through them and deep into his hips - and as if they were somehow able to understand what those pulses meant, Eric's testicles began to gradually recede into his groin, causing him to shriek and wail as a passionate blaze suddenly bloomed inside of him.

"Yes~! Yes~! Yes~!" was all he could say, breasts rising frantically with the hot and heavy breathes pumping out of him. "More, please~!" With the tiniest of pushes from the shadowy hand, Eric's testicles retreated into his crotch, burying themselves deep into his hips as they formed into a pair of ovaries and fallopian tubes. This, combined with the hand around Eric's shaft continuing to tug up and down resulted in her finally careening over the edge of bliss - with a piercing and passionate scream of "FUCK YES~!", Eric unleashed her final male orgasm all over the shadowy hand, each spurt causing the shrinking tip to be enveloped by her wettening folds and morph into the clitoris, completing her transformation into a woman. The hand pulled away now, turning and shaking it some of the white substance off before simply melting away into nothing along with the remains of Eric's orgasm.

Body and mind completely exhausted now, Eric's head drooped forward as she fell asleep, the odd satisfied moan slipping in occasionally. Another pair of hands rested on his scalp before, sifting their fingers into her brown hair and staying perfectly still. At first nothing seemed to be happening, but then the brunette hair started to grow outwards, down to the end of her neck and hanging over her forehead as it turned into a fringe, finishing just above her eyebrows. A moment later those began to change too, the tiny blades of hair darkening and thinning out whilst the edges sharpened into a more stylish, manicured look that complimented her lengthening lashes that were then lightly painted with a black mascara as a dark peachy colour slowly spread across her lips, giving them a wet and kissable sheen. Just on the lower left side of her mouth, a tiny beauty mark suddenly sprouted of Eric's otherwise unblemished skin. Finishing off these final cosmetic changes were her fingernails growing out a couple centimeters before a hot pink polish was applied to them - Eric jolted as tiny sparks of pain appeared on her ear lobes from the tiny red earrings that pierced them.

"Excellent... Perhaps it's time for some more appropriate attire for my new waitress."

The shadow hands hoisted Eric's body up into a standing position before seeming to lose their form, melting over her and completely covering her in a dark mist that stopped just past her shoulders and above her knees before its' shape began to become more defined, a familiar sunny yellow blossomed all over along with ketchup coloured stripes on its' chest and sides, quickly turning into a rather form fitting diner dress, complete with a pure white apron that contained a little notebook and pen for writing orders on. As the shadows finally finished becoming a frilly white headpiece, the voice said:

"There we go... you look absolutely perfect, Erica. I think it's time for you to wake up now... time to wake up and get to work.."

----

Erica woke up with the heaviest head she'd ever had in her life - it felt like she'd been asleep for centuries or something. Slamming the button on her alarm clock, she regretfully kicked off the covers before sliding onto the edge of her bed. Letting out a long groan as she stretched her arms and legs, Erica went to rub the crusty sleep off of her eyes... but found herself pausing and staring at her hand: It was the same hand she'd seen every single day of her life, but for some reason she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off... perhaps her polish needed some topping up or something? A flash of yellow underneath her hand drew Erica's eyes away, and she gasped before getting up and quickly heading into her bathroom to stare at her reflection, and what she saw made her heart skip a beat and her blood turn cold: She... She... She'd slept in her work clothes?! Usually she loved leaping out of these cheap fabrics and into more comfy clothes when she came home, but she must've been so annoyed about yesterday that she just forgot...

Erica felt a frown grow on her face. What... what actually happened yesterday? She was cleaning the bar after everyone had left... Boss had appeared behind her... That's it! He was being a bit of a creep, wasn't he? Erica had to admit she was a little bit worried at first as he talked about her perhaps wearing some more revealing attire... but this was coming from a guy who was trying to hide from an ex of his, so she didn't really stand for it. Then... then she came home and ate some pizza before watching TV and going asleep.... right?

After quickly shoving some toast down and brushing her teeth, Erica grabbed her and a brown coat to put on as she walked to work. Slipping her feet into the white and green trainers, she peered down to do the laces... and found herself doing that thing again - that weird pause. She'd worn these trainers for years now... and whilst people had said they looked a little bit weird with the rest of her outfit; saying it was a little bit boyish, it seemed that she'd never really understood how until just now: There was something about them that made the back of her mind tingle, like there was some sort of memory trying to pull itself out of the fog of her subconsciousness... Aha, that was it! Erica had dreamed that she was a boy last night! She wasn't entirely sure why - no doubt something to do with the cheese on that pizza - because the details were a little bit foggy... there was a voice, massages and... Erica placed a hand on her cheek, blinking at how warm and flushed it was - she was actually getting a bit hot and bothered thinking about the dream!

"I-I have to get to work," she said aloud before finishing tying up her shoes and slipping her coat on. Standing at her front door now, she turned to look at herself in the mirror to make sure everything was in order... and again, found her eyes being drawn to her nametag: She wasn't sure how she'd never noticed before, but it said Eric instead of Erica! Was this a typo that had always been there, or did the font of the last letter scratch off over time? Regardless, she'd definitely have to get Boss to fix it... but again, there was something that was making her pause! Growling and shaking her a head, Erica forced herself out of the door and out of her apartment.

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It was another quiet night at the Stray Sheep, as the last drunken patrons had reluctantly stumbled out around forty minutes ago. Besides the lonely piano music that was being played all around the building by the amplifiers nailed into the walls in various corners, the only real sound was that of the gentle swish swash of the cloth on the varnished wooden counter as Erica wiped away the crumbs and beer stains that had continuously accumulated throughout the evening, followed by a soft hiss as she sprayed puffs of detergent onto the next section. As she turned to spray and wipe the final section, Erica found herself hesitating just as her finger was about to squeeze trigger... then she turned around-

"O-oh!"

Boss jumped back a step or two from the sheer surprise of Erica spinning, her dress and apron twirling slightly as she did so. Lowering her arms, she said "Hey Boss. What do you want?"

It was a little bit surprising to see Boss look so nervous: He was rubbing his sweaty hands feverishly, and a little trail of it was slowly tracing its way down his forehead and over the blush rising through his tanned skin. "I was um.." He coughed to reset his tone to that of his usual calm demeanor. "I was just going to ask how to felt about today, that's all."

Placing the bottle of detergent and the cloth on the counter, Erica said "I dunno... same as usual, I suppose."

"Ah, i-is that so? But don't you wish that there was-"

"Wait a second Boss, are you seriously giving me the same talk as yesterday?"

Boss gasped like he'd seen a ghost. "As y-yesterday? What do you,um, remember?"

"What do I remember? How could I possibly forget?! You told me that the best way for us to get new customers was if this dress went up to my thighs!"

"I d-did?" Boss muttered sheepishly before clearing his throat. "I mean, I did. Listen Erica, I'm terribly sorry about that. You know what I'm like, can you please forgive me just this once?"

Erica opened her mouth, but as she stared into those shiny sunglasses... there was just something about them - or rather something behind them - along with that deep, charming voice that just made any snappy retort she had planned just disappear. "I... Alright, but just this once!" Walking past him and around the counter, she headed over for her coat and yanked it off of the rack. After slipping into it, she was about to just walk out of the bar and head back home, but decided to turn around and face Boss.

"I uh... I actually know a couple guys who might enjoy this place," she said to him. "Vincent, Johnathan and Orlando. Next I see 'em I'll make sure to mention this place if it means you stop suggesting all these pervy ideas of yours."

Erica walked out of the bar and slammed the door behind her; the little bell attached to the top of it clanging gently as Boss simply stood there and stared at the exit, his exterior still calm and collected once again. After a couple moments, he rose a hand to adjust his sunglasses as the smallest smirk grew across his face.

"Vincent, eh? How... interesting..."