An alternate version (reality) of Tom's contact with the alien probe.
Market Research — A Midsummer Night’s dream
By J. L. Wendelin
Author's Note:
This tale does not make sense unless you read the original "Market Research" story. It is also a departure from my usual.
Prologue
The MR probe took off after its encounter with the local sentient. It could not comprehend why the human it met, Tom Singer it called itself, not only did not want to become its true self, but also why that being did not want to remember the contact it had and the experience it felt of being its correct gender.
The research surveyor could not force the human become it’s correct self. But it could let the human... dream…
Tom’s Dream
I brought my hands to my breasts. Sure enough, they were real; I could feel both sides of the touching. The wiry, grey chest-hair I hated so was gone, replaced by smooth, soft and silky skin. This wasn’t the body of a fifty year old - rather it seemed that of a twenty-something. Slowly, I slid my hands down my body. I followed the contours of my waist, the flair of my hips and along the outside of my thighs until I reached my knees. There I moved them between my legs and up the length of my inner thighs until reaching the top where I cupped that mound with one hand, the second resting over the first.
I sat still, my hands in my crotch, fingers resting on the outer labia. Wanting to explore beyond, I held my smooth crotch. Finally daring to explore, I moved a finger between these newly discovered lips, wanting to see what it was like to receive attention there.
My finger slipped in. The lips spread to admit it and I found my clit which was as sensitive as I always heard; almost uncomfortable to touch. I now knew, intimately why Sue, my wife,would sometimes tense up and caution, “Gentle!” if I got too aggressive during foreplay, especially as we grew older.
I explored further. The entrance to my vagina was a well of moisture that I mined to lubricate my clit. Every pump of my heart seemed to swell those lips a bit more; opening, inviting. Every dip of my finger between them brought more slippery liquid up on to my swelling clitoris. And every circumnavigation around that sensitive nub brought sensations I’d wondered about, longed for and now experienced for real.
I rubbed harder as the juices increased the comfort and pleasure. The sensations spreading from my crotch were so different from those I knew when my hand pumped my prick. These seemed to tingle up my spine and along nerves throughout my body.
Using three fingers together, I pushed into my vagina. I’d dreamed about feeling this penetration - but having something inside me, within my own feminine sheath for the first time was orders of magnitude beyond those expectations.
With one hand occupied within, I brought the other to focus on my clit. I rubbed furiously on my clit while pushing fingers into and out of my cunny.
The feeling, sensations, everything about the approaching orgasm was similar to yet so very different from what I’d felt as a male. I felt tense, tight - everywhere. It was growing around my entire body, not just concentrated on my crotch. And then I reached it.
I came, and it caught me by surprise. My back arched up, I thrust my pelvis up against my hand, every nerve in my body seemed involved - I rubbed furiously as it continued, thrashing about until it peaked. I let out a feral moan.
Waking
“Tom?”
“Wha…?” I replied, still half asleep.
“Sweetie… You were having a nightmare.”
Waking fully, I discovered two things: First, I had come in my sleep and, second, I still had an almost painful erection.
I lay there, trying to sort this out. The wetness in my panties confirmed that I’d had a “wet dream”: my first in, well, decades. This was very puzzling. I was wearing the baby-doll top and thong Sue had given me on Valentine’s Day this year. It was the first feminine bit of clothing of any kind that she had ever purchased for me without my first asking. But I had worn it many times since February (it was now June) and I’d never had a dream like this.
Sue rolled over. She brought her hand up along my leg and encountered my penis, still erect.
“Honey?”
“Yeah?” I said, still slightly breathless.
“So… Maybe it wasn’t a nightmare after all”
She wrapped her hand around my penis. Then she felt the dampness on the material of the thong.
“Tom?” she asked.
After a moment I responded.
“I just had the most incredible dream.”
“I gathered that,” she chuckled. “You want to tell me about it?”
So I did.
When I was finished my tale, quite unusual for me, I still had an erection, and, at four in the morning, we made love. Sue seemed more excited than usual, especially as I whispered into her ear about aliens ravishing her…
Sunday morning we got up late. It was nine o’clock when I turned the radio on and heard:
“From Washington, this is NPR News. Incredible news from Iraq today. It appears that, strange as this might seem, extra-terrestrial starships have landed in the desert, about sixty miles north of Fallujah...”
Copyright 2007 JLW
