I was alone again Wednesday, July 26, but that night, I fucked the doll, intending to bring Nancy back. But, perhaps because of the way I’d recently been thinking that Victoria was romantic with Nancy and never with men in my dreams, I ended up dreaming of Nancy and Victoria. I realized the mistake while I was still in the dream, but I seemed powerless to change it at that point. I hoped it was Nancy I summoned, rather than Victoria.

We were just in Victoria’s house and enjoyed a night of intimacy. When I started having dreams like this early in high school, the lack of a penis to focus on led me to learn to explore all parts of our female bodies. It let me learn how to pleasure a woman and how those things felt to a woman. But now we were both experts at this, and achieved unimaginable heights of pleasure, especially within the dream where we had seemingly limitless stamina.

I awoke, in bed, on Thursday, July 27, as Victoria, beside and intimate with what I expected would be Jody’s body. But when I tried to get Jody up, I couldn’t feel him at all in my mind. There was only Victoria. When I looked at the body in the bed beside me, I saw he was blond. Who was he? I roused my bedmate and got a better look at him.

“Nancy?” I inquired.

He stirred and looked at himself.

“I have Nancy’s memories, so I must be Nancy. What did you do to me last night?” Nancy said.

“I didn’t mean to do it!” I protested. “I meant to be Jody in the dream and bring you into the doll, but I was Victoria by accident. I don’t know how that made you male. So take care of it!”

“Wait, is this a work day? Am I in your body? Am I going to have to do your job?”

“Crap!” I shouted.

I found my phone where I would normally leave it, but it had a different case from what I usually had on it, and when I checked, I had a text message.

Victoria, we need you to come out to well 17 in the morning.

Frank

After looking through other messages, I told Nancy, “Apparently, I need to do my job. It looks like we’re in a world today where Victoria got all the education Jody did and took the job Jody did. It probably means I’m the only woman working at the well site.”

“Oh. That’s also no longer just in your dreams.”

“Yeah.”

I had occasionally had dreams since I started the job in which Victoria was doing my job. They were the more recent version of the “day in the life” dreams I had had roughly since puberty, both as Jody and as Victoria. These dreams would start with me getting out of bed, showering, getting dressed, eating breakfast, going to school or work, going to classes or doing work, coming home, and then enjoying my evening. In school, these dreams often relived the classes from the previous day, and I think they helped me get ahead in school since they reinforced things I was learning.

The dreams crammed 16 hours of a waking day into 7 or 8 hours of sleep, so they skipped bits, but the important parts would be there. Of course, I never went to the bathroom in dreams, so if whoever I was did that, it was in a skipped bit. Thankfully, once I was working, the dreams skipped through the boring drive out there and back.

The biggest difference between those dreams and real life was my dream characters would show up in them. Nancy went to school with me through high school. In college, I’d have one of my characters in my dorm room instead of my actual roommate. Since I started working, I’d likewise have one of my characters living in the mobile home with me in the camp, often but not always Nancy, and these dreams would include a few hours out in the field, as me or Victoria, doing the same types of things I normally did, among the guys I usually worked with. Fortunately the guys weren’t hitting on me. At the end of any of those dreams, I’d get ready for bed, and then I’d have to go to the bathroom, and wake up and do it for real as Jody.

There was something indescribable that generally let me tell the dreams apart from reality. Nevertheless, these more realistic dreams were the reason why I checked in so many ways that I was in real life when the characters started being real, confirmations such being able to use the toilet and seeing stuff I bought with the characters present still being here another day when the characters weren’t present.

The lifelike dreams didn’t predict the future, but they could show me things that already existed that I didn’t know yet. Just like I learned what a girl’s private parts looked like in a dream before ever seeing them in real life, sometimes in at-work dreams I found problems with the equipment that were actually present, undiscovered, with the real-life equipment, and more than once I’d been hailed a hero for “finding” these problems the next day.

Today this felt real, and not like one of those dreams, but in any case I showered and got Victoria ready for work as I would normally do in a working-Victoria dream. There were male and female clothes in the closet and dresser, though there were some small differences from what I had seen recently. Victoria’s clothes included more heavyweight work pants and sturdy tailored women’s button-up shirts, the kind made to fit her figure. That made sense if she wore these things out into the oil fields all the time. Nancy followed me in getting ready and dressed in men’s clothes she found where my male clothes would normally have been, though they were a bit more casual than what I normally wore. Jody normally had some of those, but there were more of them in this world where he apparently stayed at the house most days.

Out of instinct, I’d grabbed the wallet and Nancy had grabbed the purse, but we both had second thoughts and opened them. Nancy showed me Victoria’s driver’s license.

“Well at least you’re allowed to drive here.”

I was still Victoria Davis, but now I had an Alaska driver’s license, not an ID from back home. Nancy handed me what we both realized was my purse. The wallet I exchanged for it contained an ID from back home with the same impossible address Nancy normally lived at and a picture matching Nancy’s appearance today, but the name was Nathan Smithson.

“The male me, of course,” Nancy stated. “I can’t remember ever dreaming of being male, myself. Heck, I don’t dream at all. I just show up in your dreams..”

“Nor do I remember dreaming of you as Nathan, even in the dreams when Victoria was working. I don’t know what’s going on now. The last month I’ve been bringing my dreams to life, but this is something else.”

I went back into my phone to figure out where well 17 was; I’d never been there. Fortunately, it was closer than the site I’d been going to, so whatever extra time this confusion had caused didn’t make me late. Though with being summoned to a new site by an overnight message, a little lateness probably would have been acceptable.

Next to where my purse was, I found my keys and a monthly dispenser of birth control pills I realized this version of Victoria must be taking daily. And behind the pill dispenser there was also a ring.

“Nancy, er, Nathan, are we engaged?” I asked.

He looked confused for a moment, and then turned and said confidently, “Oh, yes we are!”

That was weird, but it made me think. Had Victoria been engaged in all my at-work dreams? I couldn’t remember her putting on an engagement ring for the trip out to the wells. Maybe she didn’t have to be, if she was living with someone. We’d all pledged not to poach each others’ partners unless a couple formally declared they were breaking up, and that had never happened in my time here.

I told Nathan, “OK, well, do what you do and help me figure this out!”

I took today’s pill, and I was putting on the ring as Nathan came over to me with a small book.

“This appears to be Victoria’s diary.”

“Interesting,” I commented. “I don’t recall any memory of Victoria writing a diary before, in thousands of hours of her life over many years, even in the dreams when she did my job. Victoria never took birth control pills nor was she engaged, either.”

“But this alt-Victoria did. I wonder if anything else is different,” Nathan responded.

“Let’s go check her dream world.”

Unlike the way I’d set things up, the doorway from Alaska went directly into alt-Victoria’s dream world. Jody’s was accessible via another doorway from there. We went in briefly, and I noticed a few differences from other visits to Victoria’s dream world, including Nathan appearing in the class photo on the wall instead of Nancy. I did find another diary, obvious and out in the open, and older ones stashed in her desk. I handed Nathan the diaries as we returned to the real world, and I went out to the well site.

The work day went smoothly. I had the same status as Jody had had among his co-workers, but everybody remembered me as Victoria. With my experience as Victoria, I didn’t have any problems with the body. The restroom was only a porta-potty, so while I used it a couple times, there was no men’s room/women’s room issue. And the men avoided making a mess, knowing they’d need to use it again, so it wasn’t too bad.

Over dinner, Nathan explained a lot he’d figured out during the day.

“This Victoria grew up as the girl with the active imagination and dreams full of many different characters, including her male self Jody, her imaginary friend Nathan, her wizard friend Manuel, and a number who were not quite human. Both sets of diaries this Victoria kept describe characters with a lot in common with the ones you and I knew from Jody’s dreams, except some of them were gender-swapped. In the real-world diary from this year, she documented how her dream characters started coming to life, which appears to be at the same time it happened for you. It transformed her miserable life here, where she was getting hit on every day at work, into one where she was engaged to either me or Manuel on alternate days, and occasionally Jody on the weekend, but in any of those cases, her co-workers respected that as much as the versions you knew respected that the other men’s wives and girlfriends were off-limits.”

“In other words, they respected it fully,” I commented. “The code of conduct we all signed before even coming up here said we would lay off married and committed employees and their significant others, but single employees were fair game. If anybody’s violated the rule, they’ve managed to keep it secret so far. That was true for me working today as well. Heck, it was true in all the working-Victoria dreams as well, but in those dreams, while she wasn’t engaged, she’d been attached to someone ever since she started working here. In most of those dreams that was you... well, Nancy. But clearly, this other Victoria has a different history.”

“Right. Before she started using the power, Victoria was the only single female in the whole camp, so she was pursued relentlessly. But, just as you discovered for the Victoria you have summoned here previously, her nature made it impossible to like any of those men. She could only be with a man she chose to be with.”

“No doubt, the first day she brought one of the men from her dreams here, it changed the world to one where she was committed and the other men instantly laid off.”

“Pretty much. The first day, the propositions were reduced, but some of the men still didn’t know she had a partner. The second day, like you, she had only her Sybian.”

“It’s a Sybian! Oh, that makes sense.” That was another thing I had learned about only through dreams in which Victoria was in school and other girls were talking about it. At least in this case, there was a time I remembered Victoria learning it rather than the knowledge just showing up in her memory. One of those girls had this brand of ride-on vibrator. I explained to Nancy, “The way she’d use one of those was exactly how she had sex with me the day she was here and I let her control everything. I don’t remember the Victoria in my dreams ever owning one, but she knew of their existence.”

“She augmented it to look like a whole man like you did with your Fleshlight. The third day, she had Jody here, told all those who tried anything she was taken, and moved to the double-wide. She requested the next day off to get a ring, and managed to get me back here to go with her that day. And she has had one of the men here every day since then. She proposed to Manuel and Jody on their next visits with that same ring. Just as you’re living slightly parallel realities here depending on who’s with you, Victoria is living three parallel realities with me, Manuel, and Jody, engaged to each one of them in his reality, and she has shut out all the other characters. No Sea Men, Pasthrus, portal people, and definitely not the analogue of what you did today.”

“So the Victoria who wrote the diaries is exercising control over her dream summonings, as I sometimes do, but I have let them wander a bit, while she has from nearly the beginning summoned who she wanted every day.”

“Right,” Nathan agreed. “She had some dreams early on in which the same two characters were present on consecutive nights, and from getting those two appearing on alternate days in the real world, guessed the no-consecutive-repeat rule about a week after it started, and only spent her second day without a living male partner after she first activated the power.”

“And she has sex with her version of Jody?”

“Yeah, at least twice I recall her writing about doing that, apart from what she does to summon the next day’s guy, of course. So either she doesn’t think it’s incest either, or she doesn’t care.”

“So how did you know so confidently that we were engaged this morning?”

“Your question sparked a connection from me to Nathan’s memories. Just as you can sense some of Victoria’s personality when you are inhabiting her, by being in Nathan, or at least, his proxy, I was able to access his memories. What I got complemented things I read in the diaries, but they are very fragmentary. Maybe if I focus on specific things like being engaged I can get more, but some of the stories in the diaries didn’t spark anything.”

I paused for a moment to see if I could access this Victoria’s memories in the same way, but it didn’t work.

“I don’t think it’s the same for me. I can remember Victoria doing my job from dreams, but I can’t remember Victoria out there being hit on by guys, ever. And heck, all those dreams are from before we figured out the power; I haven’t had one since. The Victoria who wrote the diaries was always being hit on back then.”

“Hmm, you think your relationship to Victoria isn’t the same as the one between Nancy and Nathan? What I did felt the same to me as when I first started being able to access memories of Nancy with Victoria when I was with Jody; those are two different Nancys, but they are pretty much blended at this point from both of us reading each others’ memories.”

“So you think you’ll still have these memories when you’re in your normal body? Assuming, of course, that I can get us back to our normal bodies.”

“Given what I remember about Jody’s Nancy acquiring Victoria’s Nancy’s memories, I think the memories I’ve gone through should stay, assuming we can get back.”

I thought out loud, “OK, let me plan a little. I will assume, for now, that both Victorias are the same for summoning purposes, and both Nancys and Nathan are the same as well. I can test that later. They’re out from being here today, and Mona is out because she’s raising a pet sea dragon by now, so that means I need to choose someone else. Hey, wait! Alt-Victoria, as you called her, never gave Mona, er, Manuel a sea dragon because she never brought Aries here and wouldn’t have been able to fertilize her even if she did.”

“That is my understanding. Though she had all the same characters as you or their gender-swapped equivalents in her dreams growing up, she has only ever brought three men into the real world. Manuel never made doorways for her, or any of that.”

“So it’s interesting that she has greater control over the power, but perhaps less understanding of what it can do.”

“Indeed,” Nathan said.

I went to bed in a sexual position with Nathan. Since he was Nancy, my first dream-world sexual partner ever, he was happy to have sex with me. But I screwed up again. I meant to summon Doris much like I did last time, but I ended up going into their world in the dream. While I was with Doris there, I was in a world where everyone was a portal person, even me. I worried how badly this was going to mess things up.

It started out looking OK. On Friday, July 28, I was Jody, in bed with Doris, and I was in her portal, and used it, like last time. I didn’t have her check me, and went straight to my shower. Somehow I didn’t even notice the missing toilet. It was only when I was trying to get dressed that I realized there was a problem. I couldn’t find any underwear, and when I looked at my pants, I knew what had happened.

“These are my pants. They are men’s jeans; I know the difference between men’s and women’s jeans. And yet they have an extra fly in back. That can only mean one thing.”

I had one hand between my legs with one finger in my butt when Doris came out of the shower.

“Are you a portal person today too, Jody?”

“Yes, I just confirmed it.”

“Cool! I don’t need to go now, though.”

“I need to figure out how extensive it is before I go to work, Doris. My dream yesterday put me in an entirely different world, and I’m afraid this one did too.”

I turned on the TV, and flipped through the channels, past the ones just showing news and talk shows and into the ones that had reruns of old TV series all day, and I found what I was looking for. A show where portal people were being portal people and someone was going to the bathroom through someone else’s portal. They didn’t even completely hide the penis.

Doris set up breakfast while I went on Amazon. There were no underwear available there, men’s or women’s, and all the pants and the skirts longer than knee-length had double flies, usually mentioned as a feature. At Home Depot, you could not buy a toilet. And it finally dawned on me that there was no toilet in my house, either.

“It’s confirmed. I’ve made the entire world be populated with portal people today who live the way you’re used to. So I have to expect the guys will be pissing through other guys’ portals today.”

“And since you don’t have a toilet here, I’m sure I can find one of the other guys’ wives to use if I need to go, or make myself available to them.”

We had breakfast, and I was still needed at well 17 (though they were expecting Jody today) so I had a bit more time, and I pointed out to Doris, “That house, that one, and that one are occupied by gay men who both work at the wells. This one, that one, and the two directly behind ours will have wives or girlfriends who will be here today unless they go to town for supplies. The other double-wides are empty. And Pedro will be at the rental office when he’s not doing other work around the camp; you can find the office with a sign on it over that way.

On the way out of the camp, I passed the rental office and there was a sign attached to the side of the railing of the steps leading to the door. It read “For emergency use only” and something was hanging from it. My mind didn’t process what it was until I came to the office trailer at well 17 and saw the same thing. It was one of the portable portals they put on babies’ penises before they are potty trained. They had them in case somebody needed to go and nobody else was around, or in the camp when everybody was asleep. I had never dreamed of a place like this within the portal world, but it made total sense that they would have this in such an isolated place. And of course they were just hanging there out in the open, because that was their way.

There were five men on the site that day, and I think each man’s portal was used at least once. It was a little weird to me, but I had encountered it enough in dreams to be used to it, and it was mainly weird because I never got to actually piss into a portal myself in the dreams and had only actually used Doris’s the other time I brought her here, and once this morning. But it wasn’t weird at all to the other men, who, in their minds, had grown up always doing it that way.

Doris confirmed in the evening that she’d met all the other women in the camp, and they’d spent much of the day in two of the married couples’ houses.

“I didn’t let anyone else in here, because your dream world has rooms where there should not be any rooms.”

“Crap!” I said. “This is why Mona covered her ends of the doorways. Not to keep me out, but to keep visitors from wandering through. I may need to find something to cover that doorway with.”

When we went to bed, I told Doris, “I need to sleep with my penis in your portal. We could fuck, but I know your people aren’t like some of the more promiscuous ones I bring around here, and it takes a lot of foreplay and some real desire on your part to get to that point.”

“Yes, just use my portal. And I understand. You want to bring one of your other companions here tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

I did what I said, but the way Doris had spoken, it actually seemed like she would have been willing to open up her vagina for me. As I was heading to sleep, I pondered the idea; did she really know me well enough for that? Many of the dreams with Doris had been with groups of people, often off in her world where all the people were portal people. But there were some dreams with Doris where it was just the two of us alone, in my house or elsewhere. One, two, three... crap! I think there were at least ten of them. I don’t think I considered those dates because she was older, but if she did, she thought we’d been on at least ten dates, and she was probably more than ready for sex. I guess that made her a cougar. Was that also one of my interests, one I had never recognized? Was that why I so willingly had sex with Mona?

I don’t think so. I think when I first dreamed of Doris, the point was that she was an experienced woman who could show me how the thing they did which was not sex worked. But I pushed these thoughts out of my head. I had something more important to try tonight.

I knew I could summon Doris in a way that my penis was in her portal when she arrived, but was that also intimate enough contact for my power to trigger? That was what I needed to answer tonight, so I blocked her out of my mind by thinking of someone else.