Monday, July 17, my bed-mate was just the doll again. I spent the day back out at well 2 again, but we resolved the problem that day and so they had me take Tuesday off. Since I felt like I had been neglecting her, I focused on dreaming about Victoria that night. Being Victoria had been awkward when I was working, and I’d had other priorities the last two weekends, so this was the first day that was convenient to bring her back since I’d figured out I had some control. It was going to be the first time I had a whole day to enjoy being Victoria.

Did I enjoy being Victoria? I had decided, some time ago, that I wasn’t trans, and I didn’t want to be a woman in real life, but I still had the dreams about being Victoria. But was it just that the fakeness of being cross-dressed that felt wrong to me? I know I didn’t mind being Victoria in the dreams. Bringing her today would give me a chance to see how real life compared to those dreams. That was my goal, to spend today figuring out if I enjoyed being Victoria. If I didn’t, I could let Victoria fade away and focus on bringing the other women into the real world.

The dream I had was oddly boring. Usually when I’m Victoria I’m doing something else in the dream and I just happen to be female, and the female version of me is known as Victoria. Even the first time I brought her into the real world, she was fucking a guy in the dream. This time, Victoria was just there in her house, the same house I’d visited in some recent dreams, except it was Victoria’s house. There were the same rooms in the same arrangement, but in her room there was a closet full of Victoria’s clothes, and certain other items in Jody’s house were replaced by items more appropriate for Victoria. And when I thought about it, I realized that the house was very much like many Victoria dreams in the past. I had needed to dress her many times, and only her clothes were present in those dreams.

In this night’s dream, Nancy was still in her house in the same non-existent location, but the dream wasn’t about her and I didn’t linger there. Aries was nowhere to be found; presumably she was back with her water-dwelling kin. But that was just it. There weren’t any other people. There wasn’t anything to do, really. In the previous dream, the man Victoria was fucking, who I am still not sure was Jody, had been there perhaps because I had just translated my activity in bed into the dream. When I just thought of being Victoria, that’s all I got. I guess if Victoria was bringing stuff back from my world to hers, I’d have it here.

But it made me wonder what would happen if I dreamed Victoria elsewhere. I’d had dreams in which she was a female of the three-gendered Pasthru species and she was still in a normal world, except one that had Pasthrus in it, but other times she was a Sea Woman and living among the Sea Women, or going on adventures in Mona’s magical world, when I was pretty certain this house wouldn’t be part of it. This also made me realize I haven’t dreamed of Pasthrus since this started. But that’s for another time. I wasn’t able to transform the dream, from within that dream, into one of these other places, so the dream ended without much happening.

But I awoke together with Victoria on Tuesday, July 18, as I did on one of the first days after this started happening.

“Good morning, Lovely,” I said to Victoria.

Shifting my focus, I replied coolly with her voice, “Good morning, Jody.”

And there it was, the weird relationship I had with myself. Victoria was a fine partner for Jody, but Victoria doesn’t have quite the same feelings for Jody.

But I wanted this to be Victoria’s day. I’d lived whole days as Victoria in dreams, but how would that compare with real life? Also, the dreams fit 16 hours of a day into 7 or 8 hours of a dream by skipping forward to the interesting parts. At least, the ones I had before very recently could do so. Today I was going to be living the whole thing. So I left Jody in bed, got Victoria up, and took her for a morning visit to the toilet. I know that in dreams when I lived a whole day as Victoria, she should have needed bathroom visits during the day, at least a few of them, but they were always skipped.

I didn’t have any of the trouble I had with her the first time, when manipulating her body in the real world was a new experience. I think that was mostly because I was trying to use both bodies at the same time. When I stopped to learn how to use Victoria’s alone, I figured it out quickly and built up to decent usage of the bodies together by the end of the day.

Next was the shower. This larger house had a shower that, well, it wasn’t made for two, but at least it was large enough I could have imagined Jody and Victoria in there together, soaping each other down. But I don’t think Victoria would want that. No, I took Victoria’s body into the shower and had a long, luxurious shower alone in there, exploring every inch of her body. Not that it was new to me; Victoria had showered in dreams many times before. But the only other time I brought her into the real world was on a work day, and I didn’t feel like I had the time to experiment with showering her before work. So while it was familiar in a way, it was also new because I was feeling her body in the real world. And it felt really nice. Even though I don’t think I would have wanted to be Victoria full-time, I felt comfortable being her, very comfortable. If I had been forced to live the rest of my life as Victoria, I wouldn’t be cursing the event that caused it. It would just be different.

Victoria dried off and I got Jody in front of the toilet, as I could now feel his need was strong. And as I did so, I realized I wasn’t having the slightest difficulty moving both bodies at once. It took me a moment to realize what I’d done. Similar to the way I delved into Victoria’s mind last night to explore her feelings about our sexual experience, I’d gone into her mind and told her to keep drying off the way I had been doing, and she did it. Was it really that easy?

When Jody was in the shower, I directed Victoria to get dressed in the same way, and effortlessly she walked into the bedroom and started looking through her wardrobe. There was a lot more of it, since the second shopping trip with Nancy was after the last time Victoria had been here, and it was the first time I was seeing some of it. Well, in the real world, anyway; every garment I looked at I could remember having seen in dreams before. Most of Victoria’s clothes were still simple and practical, but she had some nicer clothes, and for some reason I decided to dress her in her nicest dress. Or she did; I didn’t consciously pick it. The dress was one that meant she had to wear pantyhose with it, so I struggled with that for a bit, not because I was unfamiliar with them, but just due to the struggle every woman has with them; that had been difficult the few times I had done it in dreams, too. It was definitely easier to let her body do this; I probably would have ripped them doing this the way I had controlled her body during much of her first day here.

Jody took a more no-nonsense shower and was dry and coming into the bedroom while Victoria was still finishing putting her dress on, and he helped her with the zipper in back. I realized that if Victoria was wearing that, Jody had to wear something nice, too, and I’d been practical coming up here and basically had one good outfit which I rarely wore, there being little opportunity for dating here.

As I dressed Jody, and Victoria put on a little makeup, I wondered why I had done that. If this was Victoria’s day, and she didn’t want to date Jody, why did she choose an outfit that was going to make it look like we were out on a date? I wasn’t even sure what we were doing yet, but I sure as heck wasn’t going to spend my day as Jody and Victoria together just sitting around here. People were going to see us, and even though it was Tuesday during the day, we were going to appear to be on a date.

When I looked with my own eyes at Victoria, I saw my date. But when I looked through Victoria’s eyes at Jody, and looked in her mind for her impression of me, I saw a nicely dressed man, but not my date. Jody was someone Victoria could and would get to do anything for her. A servant? A slave? A plaything? Someone for her to manipulate? Was it really possible for Victoria to manipulate me in that way when I could control her every move? It had to be. Why, if she doesn’t see Jody as her date, is she setting up to go on a date with him? Because it certainly is a date: A woman dresses up nice, goes places and does social stuff with a man, eats dinner with him, and then maybe has sex with him... that’s exactly a date. I’ve been on dates with women, both in the real world and with Nancy in dreams. Victoria had also been on dates in dreams, though they were with Nancy rather than with a man. Even if I had only arranged to be with Victoria last night, and only just now arranged to be with her dressed this way, this was going to be a date.

I was uncertain what was happening, but I still wanted to live a day as Victoria, really being Victoria. If this is who she really is, I decided to cooperate in letting her be that person, even if it means I participate in my own manipulation. And even if Victoria’s mind doesn’t admit it, Victoria and I are going on our first date today.

We went to the dining table and Jody set up breakfast. Not that I felt like I couldn’t do that as Victoria, but because that is how this day is going to be. Jody is going to serve Victoria. Drive her into town and to the places she wants to go. None of it would look out of place if we were dating. We ate together, and Jody cleaned up afterward.

After breakfast, I gathered up my stuff, and Victoria’s, to prepare to go into town. I checked Victoria’s ID, which showed the name Victoria Davis on a state ID, not a driver’s license, with the address where I grew up. The keychain was back to the bear ornament it started out as.

We didn’t go to the arcade this time. While Victoria was probably just as proficient as I was at the games, and it might have been really interesting to see how we did in cooperative games, it wasn’t a place to go dressed like this. Instead, Victoria wanted to go to the spa. There was only one in the small town.

Because we had started out early, even with the time to get to town, the spa wasn’t open yet, so I stopped by the post office and picked up my mail, though there was only one thing since Saturday. When we got back to the spa, we were there when they first opened, and nobody else was waiting. Victoria got her nails done, and even Jody was made to look a little nicer, though with no polish.

We got lunch, and we strolled through the park together. Then we went to a movie at the town’s one theater. Because it was hard to have much of a special dinner in the camp, we ate dinner in the one sorta-nice restaurant in town before coming home.

I hoped this night was going to end with sex. I mentally nudged Victoria that way just as we got the door closed, after arriving home, just as I’d done things like nudge her to get dressed and to find out what she wanted to do in town. What would Victoria do?

I didn’t have to wait. Victoria started a striptease immediately, and Jody could only follow. Was Victoria that eager to have sex? The last time it seemed like Victoria enjoyed it, but more or less her body just tolerated what I was directing it to do. This time was different. She was leading the way to sex. Once I was stripped, Victoria pushed my body down onto the bed, and climbed on top. She really was that eager for sex!

What I realized was different was that when I had only nudged her mind toward it, and let her mind control the actual actions, she went about it totally differently from the way she had when I was controlling every muscle. She was in control. She was the dominant partner in the sex we were having tonight.

This was unlike anything I had done before, as Jody. When I had sex with the doll, naturally I had to lead, but when I had had sex with my girlfriends, or with Nancy in dreams, I was also the one leading in those instances. Nancy might suggest sex, but I took the active role in actually doing it, even when I was Victoria. The only experience I had had that was anywhere close to this was when I was playing keep-away from Aries when she wanted to lay an egg in me, but that was so unlike actual sex that it didn’t compare. I didn’t mind. My body was enjoying the different experience, and I felt intense feelings of enjoyment and satisfaction coming from Victoria. And lust. That part of her mind that was so weakly activated during our previous session was maxed out right now.

As I lay there passively enjoying what I’d set Victoria up to do, I put it all together. The thing I did today, letting Victoria’s mind choose activities, is exactly what she wants. It’s her personality, if it’s possible for her to have one distinct from my own. She wants to be in control. She has no problem having sex with a man, as long as she’s the one choosing how to do it and the one making it happen. My little mental nudge to have sex set her off doing what she already wanted to do tonight, and by not going any further than that, I had allowed her to enjoy it to the fullest.

And I never noticed this before because when I was being Victoria in the dreams, I always drove her body like I did the last time I had her here in real life. It didn’t cause a problem because I was only Victoria at those times, and I only had difficulty doing that when I was trying to drive two bodies that way at the same time. And that’s why Victoria only dated women, because that was me. Jody. I only like women, so that’s who I pursued, even when I was Victoria.

Did I know about Victoria’s personality subconsciously when I started down this path this morning? I decided that I did. Similar things happened in some of my dreams, where I learned real-life facts and skills from the dreams because another character in the dream knew them, or even Victoria herself knew them already when I was being her. Some of these were things I couldn’t possibly have learned in real life, like girl stuff that no real-life mother or girlfriend ever taught me... or I knew it before anyone tried to teach me.

I think these dreams are taking place in some shard of reality, an alternate reality that I am somehow able to access. Maybe several realities. But only so many of them, and that’s why the same characters keep coming back. And maybe somewhere out there, there’s a real Victoria with exactly such a forceful, dominant personality.

But did that explain how Victoria could be a Sea Woman or Nancy could be a Pasthru in some of the dreams? Are those different characters from the ones I’ve brought here or are they somehow the same? Do these different realities... intersect? I needed to find out.

I had time for all this daydreaming in Jody’s mind while Victoria was having fun riding me one way and then the other. I was still in control of Victoria’s body, but I had just let her operate on instinct, and her instinct said she would do anything sexually as long as she was in control. She even put it in her ass at one point. When, as Jody, I experimented with that kind of thing I ultimately determined I didn’t like it, but Victoria enjoyed it! And I also enjoyed the feelings her body got from it, though perhaps only because she was enjoying it so much. Jody enjoyed the sex, too, but Jody had never played such a passive role before, and it was a different experience. At least I knew now that I could be a couple with my other self, as long as she was in control.

The Victoria side of me was so much in control Tuesday night that I couldn’t think about anything else, and I arrived in the dream with her, on her bed in her version of my teenage bedroom, in the same position we’d been in, and that’s all the dream was. Hours and hours of ecstasy. And of course I never went limp. Dream sex. So Wednesday, July 19 I awoke with the doll on top of me.

I took a thorough shower and then went through a normal day at work Wednesday, and came home alone for the evening. I remembered that I wanted to explore the other species, and Pasthrus had come to mind multiple times recently, so that is what I dreamed of Wednesday night.

Pasthrus are a species that have three sexes, male, female, and emale. The male and female look like humans, including their sexual organs. The emales are the middle sex, and look a bit androgynous. The key part of them is their sexual organ, which is neither quite a penis nor quite a vagina. If you don’t look closely, you could mistake their sexual parts for male parts, but there are differences. The penis-like organ doesn’t sprout from the base of the pelvis, but actually hangs from the bottom of an otherwise male-looking scrotum. On the outside, it looks like a large penis, but in the back is an opening. The three genders get together for a single nested sex act with these organs in the way that you can probably imagine, and I did imagine it, before I ever encountered porn of bisexual three-way encounters among humans that superficially resemble this.

But definitely only superficially! The emale is unable to achieve an erection on eir own. (Emales use e/em/eir pronouns.) The penis inserted in back provides the stiffening to make the organ that then goes into the female vagina. At least, that’s what they do to get pregnant. The male ejaculation is required to activate the emale sex cells. This activation shortly afterwards triggers the emale ejaculation, which enters the vagina with some of the cells combined and some of the male and emale cells still trying to find each other. Only the ones that have achieved that first level of fertilization are able to fertilize the egg cell.

But they are a very sex-happy race and any two different genders, or two emales, can and often do get together for what they consider masturbation, because these incomplete sex acts are not capable of leading to pregnancy. With emale-female and emale-emale masturbation, a device that is effectively a dildo is required to stiffen the emale organ.

They have three of each chromosome in their cells rather than two, and XXX, XXY, or XYY sex chromosomes for the three genders. If you do the math, taking one chromosome at random from each of these, you’ll find that 2/9 of the children produced this way are XXX females, 2/9 are XYY males, and 5/9 of them are XXY emales. As a result, the emales are present in great excess. They often remain unmarried (a Pasthru marriage being three people of different genders, of course) and take jobs as servants, dangerous jobs, or ones that require long periods of isolation.

Incidentally, I did this math only after having encountered in my dreams the fact that there were excess emales in Pasthru society. This was another case of learning something in my dreams before I had a chance to learn it in real life. Heck, I don’t think I even knew about how the X and Y chromosomes work in humans when I first learned there were extra emales. After I’d learned about human sex chromosomes and the math behind them, during my next Pasthru dream I somehow knew about the Pasthru sex chromosomes, and after that was when I did the math.

The emales who find better-paying jobs are far more likely to get married, as they are usually expected to be the primary breadwinners of their families. Male and female Pasthrus are expected to be breeders, needing 4.5 children per family on average just to keep the population stable. In families where the male has a real job, they will usually hire an emale servant whose responsibilities include taking care of the children. It’s pretty much unheard of for female Pasthrus to continue working after marriage, and even if they did, they would quit before they started having children.

The emales are also the most sexually liberated gender, as they are the only ones capable of engaging in sexual acts with any other person. It’s accepted for male and female Pasthrus to participate in what Pasthrus call masturbation, either because their third partner is not present or because they haven’t found a third partner yet. However, homosexuality is strictly forbidden among females and males in their society, again, because they are expected to make children. Does it actually happen anyway? I don’t know. I’ve never seen it.

Wednesday night I dreamed of fucking a Nancy who was an emale, which was one way she commonly entered Pasthru dreams, though there were times I was among a whole society of them. And Thursday, July 20, I was face-to-face in bed with this Nancy, our joined organs between us and aimed toward our faces.

I did my morning routine with Nancy following a step behind me, and I had breakfast on the table for em when e arrived in typical emale attire. E was wearing an A-line dress, but one made for a completely flat-chested person.

“So, Nancy, I have to ask: How much of what’s been going on with me in the last few weeks do you remember?”

“All of it. I’ve been living my daily life the week since you last brought me here. I don’t recall when it was I became an emale, but it didn’t really matter there.”

“Because you live alone, apart from the occasional visitors.”

“Right. You came with Aries and we talked for a bit, and Victoria came alone another time, but only stayed briefly.”

“But nobody else. Do you ever see anybody else there?”

“I know I used to. I went to a school full of other kids. With you! You were in my school, Jody.”

“Of course. We did go to school together, in my dreams. Because of that you also know all the other kids I went to grade school with, because I naturally filled the dreams with them.”

“Most of the other kids got fuzzier in later years, when it was mostly you and Victoria and Aries and Mona, and often we were with the other Sea Men or Pasthrus or the Portal People, rather than your schoolmates.”

“And now I have drifted away from all those other kids, quite literally being isolated in the middle of nowhere, and the other kids are completely gone from my dreams. For over a year I have only dreamt of the people who, until this month, lived only in my dreams. And given how you have memory of the times between my dreams now, I think that you are more real than I used to think.”

“But you always wondered about it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. There were times I learned things in dreams in a way that just didn’t make sense. I couldn’t believe I had subconsciously picked up all that info and just realized it in the dreams. It was hard for me to believe that I was encountering other people, for real, in my dreams, and learning things from them that I had not somehow learned in real life. But now it’s clear that that is exactly what happened, and is still happening. I had Victoria here with me the other day, and you understand that I am Victoria. When she’s here, if I do not will her body to get up out of bed, she will simply lie there all day.”

“Yes. I’ve never actually seen you two together, but I have understood for many years now that Victoria is your name for yourself when you’re female.”

“It was new to me, too, to be together with her. But despite what I just said, it feels like she has some will of her own. For instance, I can direct her to get dressed, and she chooses all her own clothes and puts them on without me having to lead her through every little step. Some of the things I did as Victoria surprised me.”

“Like what?”

“Well, you probably don’t remember Victoria ever dating any men.”

“I don’t remember her dating anyone but me, actually, but it’s probably just because I wasn’t there.”

“Probably. It turns out that she’s not lesbian, though. She’s dominant, sexually. The first time I had her here, when I looked at myself through her eyes while we had sex, it seemed like she didn’t really want me as a sexual partner. I thought it was that she didn’t like men, in the same way that as Jody I’m not gay. But that wasn’t it. That was me, driving her body the way I’d use this body. I don’t go for men, so Victoria didn’t in the dreams.”

“So what happened when you turned the reins over to Victoria?”

“I found out she’s perfectly happy dating me as long as she’s in control. I had a blast as Victoria, doing things Victoria would want to do. And we had great sex at the end of it, but with Victoria in control and Jody just passively lying there and enjoying it.”

Nancy laughed. “And how about the girl skills? You’ve told me you already know everything from being Victoria, but when you had to be Victoria in the real world for a whole day, how did that go?”

“Smooth as silk. When I was driving Victoria’s body the hard way, I knew how to do all the things, though I had to think about it. When I let Victoria do the things, it was just like you would do them, things you’ve done all your life. Victoria put on pantyhose, lipstick, eye shadow, and mascara, perfectly, and hardly thinking about it. All while Jody was showering, drying off, and getting dressed at the same time. I’ve done all of those things as Victoria in dreams before, but I had never done any of them in real life until the last time she was here. The only thing I didn’t do was put in a tampon, and that was just because it’s not her time. I’m not sure when her time is, but she’s only been here twice. I’ll figure it out.”

“I’m sure you will.”

“Crap, I’m late for work. Nancy, can you clean up?”

“No problem.”

In the evening, Nancy described more of the surreal experience she’s had recently outside of my dreams.

“I know, in the past, I lived a real life, but I don’t remember any specific bits of it except when you were there as Jody or Victoria. Since things changed recently, I remember more of it, but those memories are weird. I remember going to the store to buy food. But I don’t remember any other people. No other customers in the store, no cashiers. Did I use one of those self-checkouts? I don’t remember. Where did the money come from? Am I going to work at some kind of job? If so, I can’t remember any of that, either. Maybe there was really nobody there and I just walked out of the store without paying.”

“Mona remembers more about her world. There are sea dragons and a magical covenant that imposes specific limits on how she can use magic.”

“Oh, I remember a lot about the world. My world is your world, or at least a very near copy of it. There are no dragons, but there are giraffes and hippopotamuses and venus flytraps and lots of other pretty weird stuff, even if I have never seen any of those things in person. I remember going to the store, and coming home from the store. I drive a car, though I cannot remember ever having to do any maintenance on it besides stopping for gas once in a while. There were other cars on the road, but I can’t remember anything about their drivers, nor was I ever stuck in traffic or even stopped waiting for a car to go by so I could make a left turn.”

“Weird. But time in dreams is like that; boring bits get glossed over or skipped entirely.”

“So you’re saying I work a boring job?”

“Probably. What’s different is that the dreams are continuous now, even when I’m not dreaming them. I don’t know why. Before, you only remembered things that happened during specific times I was dreaming about you.”

“That seems like what’s happening, yes.”

Nancy and I had sex, or what Pasthrus might have called masturbation, in the evening. And I had an idea what to ask Mona for, and I wanted to not summon her for it, so Nancy and I didn’t go to sleep fucking.