“There was a time that Steve couldn’t keep his hands off me. Now he shoves me out the door”, Janet thinks to herself trying to choke back the tears. Their relationship grew stale years ago. They barely have sex anymore and when they do it’s the quick missionary position and then fall to sleep. Janet wanders back down the stairs. She reaches in her pocket to look for her cell phone and then realizes she left it in the car. It’s silly to want it as it wasn’t getting a signal, but call it an OCD she’s got to have it. She heads back outside.
The wind has picked up, a storm is moving in. Janet tries to remember where the car was at and heads in that direction. She doesn’t make it far when the rain starts falling. “Damn”, she curses herself. She turns to run back to the house, but then sees a small building that’s closer. She just makes it inside when the rain really starts falling. It appears to some sort of grounds keeper’s quarters. Considering that no one has probably lived in it for many years it’s in good shape.
Her clothes are soaked and she gets a chill. “Well I don’t want to end up sick on top of everything else”, she mutters while getting undressed. She strips down to her panties and then starts looking for something to wear. Hanging on the back of the door she finds a man’s shirt. “It’ll have to do”, she states and puts it on. As she slides it over her head she catches the scent of the man who used to wear it the scent of a man that works hard. She remembers who much she loved that smell back when she was a cheerleader so many years ago. Steve used to have that smell about him after a game. It used to turn her on.
Janet lies back on the bed and listens to the sound of the rain falling on the roof. It’s such a soothing sound. Her eyes start to clothes and soon she’s asleep. Dreams come quickly, strange sexual dreams. They start out with her being made love to by a handsome young man, but then take a twist. Suddenly she finds that she’s the man. It’s shocking at first and then arousing. She can feel her huge cock thrusting into the woman beneath her, her tight little young vagina squeezing it. The dream is so vivid, so real. Little does Janet now that back in the real world a strange transformation is taking place. She’s literally becoming the man of her dreams.