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Posted by Roland on Jul 24, 2009 8:14:40 GMT -6
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Aug 3, 2016 0:53:23 GMT -6
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It wasn't often that Roland had erotic dreams. Usually he popped enough Benzadrine that sleep was just an omission of time. This dream wasn't overtly sexual, but it was so sensual and real that it sparked his flame. He could smell, touch, taste and hear pure woman. He rolled over, the sheets against his baby soft skin. Wait. Where did the dream end and reality begin? Roland bolted upright, his eyes opening to light and pastel colors. And breasts.
He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Opening them again, there they were. The shock of the moment wasn't nearly enough to stop him from utterly staring at his breasts. Of course, that meant.....
About an hour later, he finally pulled his body from the sheets. They were all gnarled up from the time it took for Roland to really get to know himself. The sheets needed a bath almost as much as he did. Some aromatic bath salts and a bubbly tub later and the assassin found himself luxuriating in the sweet soup. He couldn't stop chuckling. Whether this was a dream or not really didn't matter. He was a stunning redhead. Just like the one from the video footage.
Fun took a backseat to logic. Was he the girl who sculpted ice with sound? He had recalled watching her among the other party guests that night. Something else was wrong. Why were his legs feeling so odd? It felt like someone had wrapped them tight with tape. He arched his back and heaved the legs until they broke the bubbly surface. A tail flopped where feet would be.
More staring. Much more.
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Roland
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