Recruited and Racy

Date: 8/22/2019

I dreamt I was preparing for the first few days of school with my close friend Sonya. We were at her house, but I was only there virtually. We had about a week to go and she was afraid they wouldn’t let her in because she hadn’t thought of a title for her IA essay. I felt bad for her. I didn’t worry much about school. I knew my other friends like Malu were working towards school but I seemed to not care much. That or I was already ready, I wasn’t sure. I was throwing a party that night, at the house we were staying at. When I say house though, castle is more of an apt term due to its vast size and stone walls hidden behind wooden frames. My room was at the top of the far left tower, and it’s walls were railings and cloths. If I looked out I could see vast green lawns as well as the bridge that lead to the bathrooms from the main building’s second floor. It looked like Scotland. After taking in the scene, I turned around and left. I went down two staircases and entered what seemed to be both an airport and a mall. It was in the castle but more than the castle and not associated with the castle nor part of it. Here I wasn’t special. Or at least I wasn’t important. Here I was in a gang of sorts. Some younger, some older, and we all had powers. Mine weren’t very developed though. They were the same powers I had in the War of Colors, but they had even less control and I couldn’t do most of what I could in my earlier dream. We ran around the limestone passageways that tunneled under the mall and led by warmly lit pools of water. By one of the pools we had our base, it was filled with hammocks of different colors, mostly dark purples and green and blues. Some of the other rebels were lying there. We didn’t talk all that much, we just knew, and followed. I was part of the group, but somehow I felt like they couldn’t see me, and I liked it that way. We didn’t have a purpose, and I craved a purpose. That’s why I was planning on going to school normally with Sonya. But it felt too slow. Too little of use. I pondered and wandered the lower part of the airport mall when I was approached. A woman recruited me, and told me and the few other girls around her to try and fit in, be inconspicuous. We obeyed and trailed some people, talked to foreigners, and purchased things with fake money, all while trying to stay inconspicuous. I failed horribly at each task, or at least that’s how I felt, but I got away each time. But I felt like everyone’s eyes were on me. Despite this however, the lady was smiling at me. I realized my appearance had been shifting with each action. I had been making myself unrecognizable, and somehow also unnoticeable despite my clumsy behavior. I followed her and the other girls, and I knew this group was my path. I accepting the nonverbal offer and decided I would spend one last night at my party. With that I left and returned up into the castle where the party was in full blast. It turns out that somehow the entire school had heard of the party, and the entire school, and more, came. I went up to my room to prepare myself, maybe but on something edgy, but when I got there I found it filled with small children playing with dollhouses that had built in plastic yards. Each kid was lying on the ground and had their own playhouse and they took up all of my bedroom, the hall, and the room across from it. I got frustrated and I snapped at them to get out of my room. My sister was one of the kids playing and she hurried them all out as she saw my anger. I entered my room and all the curtains blew into the air as I entered. This is when I saw the raucous in the bathrooms across the bridge, and I knew I had to investigate. I changed clothes mentally and then climbed out onto the bridge. When I opened the bathroom door I found tens of teenagers, most older than me, lounging around, some naked. One fully dressed lanky guy who I disliked peed on the motorbikes parked in the garage in the bathroom. I blew up at him and called him names, my mom joined in. I told him this was not my house and not my things and he had better respect them. Most of the people were drunk. I began to feel drunk. Sexy. I had broken up with my boyfriend Jordan in a spat of a fight and was now dating a boy just like him who was one of the rebels. Despite this I felt the need to enjoy the scandalous pleasures of the flesh that are presented at illicit teenage parties. Knowing how paths would take people, I climbed up the towers to the guest bedrooms. Here I found veritable orgies. Multiple beds lay in one room, all with naked couples copulating, sleeping drunken, or writing in pleasure under each other. I stepped into the room and I was naked, and male. My dong lay limply between my legs, floppy and exposed to the air. My scrawny pale arms lay uncertainly at my sides and my soft brown hair filled up with the humid air. One happy lightly drunk girl pulled away from her sleeping boyfriend and climbed over to the bed nearest me and pulled me onto her. She begged me to have sex with her, she said her boyfriend would never know. I didn’t need convincing. Her soft smooth arms felt up and down my naked chest and her warm breath illuminated her thin golden hair. She smiled knowingly and tantalizingly and I slid into her. It was pure bliss. She writhed with the ecstasy of the forbidden act and I undulated my self time and time again into her. She clung to me and I kept pace, gradually quickening. She moaned and without breaking pace I began to suck her nipple, as another guy lying a few bodies to my right gave me that advice. She gasped and cried out and moaned in pleasure and I reached my top speed and she began to climax. I climaxed into her, with the orgasm of a million vaginas. Part of me hoped she would become pregnant. It would give me a form of control over her tiny fleeting life. She grinned up at me with this perverse pleasure of copulating in publicly with a stranger 4 feet away from your blacked out boyfriend. My thoughts themselves were different. I had the thoughts of this boy. I pulled on a condom and went at it again. The boyfriend noticed and enraged he leapt upon me and began to beat me. Laughing I transformed back into a girl and let him hit me as I lay there. The hits felt so good, and with them I could give him his closure before I left forever to the academy. Eventually he forgot who he was hitting and unnoticed I left.