Weird lesbian airport brothel??

Date: 6/25/2016

So it's the afterlife. I'm dead. The first thing I remember is walking into a gray room that has a bunch of fitting rooms (except they're stalls, like bathroom stalls). It's set up like an airport bathroom - in fact, it's at the airport, and there's a convenience store right outside with all the magazines and dried fruit and tampons and shit. In this room there's a bunch of naked women walking around just cordially introducing themselves to one another. They're all my age, and it's like we all just got there. All of us somehow know that in this afterlife we've become part of a lesbian brothel or sorts, but it's run by charitable organizations that help feed and clothe us and provide us with free healthcare and stuff for our basic needs (conveniently supplied by the mini grocer just outside the room). This one girl and I introduce ourselves to each other, all business, very polite and mannerly. I guess we were supposed to be in training or something, because all the women were diligently performing sexual acts on one another around the room (except there was nothing sexual about it - it was like they were warming up for a dance recital or something). So after the initial introduction I started giving this girl a blowjob - except she didn't have a penis. I don't even know how to explain that. Anyhow when that was finished she said according to protocol she had to return oral sex, and right at that point my former theatre teacher (we'll call him Mr. Caldwell) busts in (he was apparently like the charitable pimp of this brothel) and says that he needs to teach her how to give a girl oral first and tells the two of us to get in position and I'm like "but I literally just got here I haven't even shaved" and he gives me this annoyed look, makes a sarcastic comment and that essentially is my cue to leave and come back when I'm ready (again, there is nothing remotely sexual about anything happening at this point in spite of the fact that it is clearly sexual - everything is purely instructional). So I run out to the convenience store and get a razor and some shaving cream and I head for one of the changing stalls. Except for some reason taking off my clothes turns out to be the biggest fucking ordeal. I have on like 2 pairs of boots, 3 pairs of wooly socks, 3 pairs of tights, stockings, pantyhose, skinny jeans, and finally a pair of spandex shorts (and you know how sometimes in your dreams your muscles are really weak for no reason? Yeah it took me like half an hour to get all that shit off). Except when I got to the shorts, every time I took them off, there was another pair underneath. I had on infinite pairs of spandex shorts. And then Mr. Caldwell said we didn't have time for the oral lesson and the brothel went on a field trip to somewhere I don't remember. And that's about all I can recollect.