On Monday, August 14, I tried to summon Aries and bring myself to the world of the Sea Men again, but as Jody this time. It didn’t quite work, though. I arrived in the world, but I was sleeping alone on the beach and the doll was just a doll, in my house. I decided that this answered one of my questions about the power in one of the ways I thought might be true. I could not summon Aries today because I was trying to summon her into a world where she already exists, even though that was some distance from here. This made me wonder whether I could do the opposite, summon a real-world person if I brought her into a different world where she doesn’t exist.

I did the call home in the morning, and again found my parents unreachable. So that settled that question quickly.

I went for a morning swim to catch fish. I caught two, one to eat and one to be preserved, because during my swim I realized I knew how to preserve fish and it would be normal for me to do this. I started the curing process in the morning; I would finish it later after the salt had time to do its work. And of course I took a previously preserved fish to work with me as my lunch.

I checked through messages on my phone to confirm where I was supposed to work and how I was supposed to dress, going way back to when I first started. Weirdly, I found messages sent to Victoria. Why would those exist in this world? It was the same as it was for alt-Victoria, though, and the clothes were almost identical between the sexes since they were only meant to be protective.

Work was similar to normal, apart from everybody being blue-skinned Sea Men and there being women among the team. I got to know who each person was and what they looked like as Sea Men, or Sea Women. Just as in alt-Victoria’s version of this world, some of them were female. It seemed about the same number of them, though I was sure it was not exactly the same people.

After work, I went into Mona’s world and she labeled two more doorways. I found Aries, and let her know about my failure to summon her into her own world’s Alaska. She remembered me being with her in the dream... but at the same time, she knew that I wasn’t with her in the evening and she slept alongside other men. Was I with her in her dream? Every time I think I’ve got this thing figured out, I just run into more questions.

I went back to my mobile home, caught and ate my evening fish, and wrote up the day’s activities.

Tuesday, August 15 I turned myself into alt-Victoria with Nathan again, but in the human world. This was a way of not having to worry about the non-existence of condoms in the world of the Sea Men, since alt-Victoria was on birth control.

I started off with the obligatory call. Once again, I could not reach my parents.

This was my fourth time as alt-Victoria, and the third on a working day in her version of the normal human world. Going to work as her was now familiar not just from the dreams but from having done it in real life.

I basically asked Nathan to just research whatever he could. He had access to my journal, alt-Victoria’s current diary (which still showed her summoning Nathan, Manuel, or her version of Jody every day without interruption and never traveling to other worlds), her historical diaries, both our dream worlds, and even Mona and Aries.

He wasn’t able to figure out much, actually, but he found other evidence I hadn’t noticed or considered to support some of my theories as to what was going on. But he filled in some missing details from the other days he was here that Nancy and I hadn’t written into the journal.

Nathan also noticed one thing I’d missed. Yesterday, I had failed to summon Aries into the world she lives in, but a couple weeks ago, and again just two days ago, I had summoned Doris and brought myself into the world of the portal people. Something was different between the two. Was it that Aries’ world was somehow more distinct than Doris’s world? I didn’t think it really was; the people are more visually different, but both have fundamental differences from regular humans and both worlds have significant differences as a result. Maybe it was because there was a doorway from Aries’ world to Mona’s, and so indirectly to the real world. Did that cause Aries to exist all the time while Doris did not? It was something to ponder.

The next night I dreamed of myself in Mona’s world with Mona, but we got separated and then I got stuck avoiding monsters and evil wizards and Mona had to come find me and save me, the kind of dream that was much more common in my childhood than in later times. Wednesday, August 16 I awoke in Mona’s world, in a bed with the doll, in a bedroom whose color scheme told me I was somewhere in her castle. I used the attached bathroom to confirm that I was really awake and not still in the dream.

Soon a woman arrived who was obviously Mona’s maid, wearing a red version of a traditional French maid uniform. I’d heard about this maid before but never seen her. She introduced herself as Cecilia and provided me with clothes, which I was grateful for as I arrived naked. Of course, since they were from Mona’s castle they were all red silk, but there was a shirt, long pants, underwear, and even slippers that appeared to be covered in silk except for the soles, something I could have imagined Mona wearing as casual wear.

Cecilia didn’t seem the least embarrassed at my nudity, but she practically ordered me to shower and get dressed, then left me alone for the task. I did that, and when I exited the bathroom, she was waiting to lead me to breakfast which was already served at a table where Mona was also eating.

This was the first time since the advent of my power that I’d woken up somewhere that wasn’t in some version of the camp in Alaska, and I wondered what was happening there today. But Mona explained to me that in her world, there wasn’t a there. Alaska and the other places I know don’t exist in her world. She used a quick spell to make a rotating holographic globe of her world appear. Our location was marked with a glowing dot, but it didn’t really mean anything to me because none of the landforms looked familiar.

I didn’t have my phone there to call my parents. But the doorways were still there, and I confirmed, again, that I wasn’t dreaming by walking through them into my real world. And my real world had a phone, and I could call my parents from it, as long as I stayed in that world. It didn’t work in the dream worlds or in Mona’s.

What I did see on my real-world phone was that I was being paged to a problem at another well site, which answered my question about what was happening in the real world. I decided I’d better attend to it. I thanked Mona for her help, and told her I’d be back in the evening.

There was no way I was going out to the well dressed like this, so I changed clothes into ones more appropriate from my real-world supply. I confirmed where I was going, and headed out for a challenging day of problem-solving. By the end of the day we had a plan for getting this well safely producing again and tomorrow we would see it implemented. Others would see to getting what we needed here overnight. I drove back to the camp, switched back into the clothes from Mona’s castle, and went back there to spend the evening with her.

I had sex with Mona, but since she wasn’t the doll, I went to bed where I started, with the doll, to prepare for my next day. Thinking about the worlds I’d dreamed of, I realized there was just one left to visit, the world of the Pasthrus.

I had summoned Nancy as an emale once, but that was in the real world. I knew that in the Pasthru world, it was almost exclusively emales who worked jobs, especially in as remote a place as mine, so I figured I needed to be the emale. I had been an emale before in dreams, as the middle person in a group having sex, and I was still Jody, so I figured it was possible. The emale has a penis, even if that penis has a vagina of sorts within it, and eir body has the male shape. So I focused on myself as an emale and Nancy as a female Pasthru in a world full of Pasthrus.

I succeeded! I dreamed of what I intended and awoke Thursday, August 17 as an emale Jody with a female Nancy. I had the stiffener dildo within me that made it possible for us to have the kind of 2-person sex considered masturbation among their species. I removed and cleaned the dildo during my morning routine.

I got the call out of the way. No parents.

Clothing as an emale was easy. The section of my wardrobe I could tell belonged to emale Jody included dresses and skirts made for my breastless, hipless body, as well as pants, but for going out to the work site, there was really no difference between emale Jody’s wardrobe and regular human Jody’s.

I tasked Nancy with learning all that she could.

“Keep an eye on the people remaining in the camp. Verify online what we expect to see is what we actually have. Pasthrus form 3-member marriages, but it’s likely most of the ones in the camp who have partners have only one partner. It’s also likely that almost all the workers are emale, due both to the bias toward having emales be the wage-earners, and for the excess emales provided by Pasthru genetics to be most likely to take jobs in remote locations like this.”

I was still at the well site I went to troubleshoot yesterday. The same guys who were there yesterday were there today. Because of the clothing style worn out to the wells, I couldn’t tell if there were some males among the emales, but there were definitely no females.

When I returned, Nancy reported, “Within those who didn’t leave the camp for work today, and apart from those like Pedro who work jobs in the camp, I counted 3 females, one likely emale, one likely male, and 3 more who were either males or emales but I couldn’t tell.

This was a couple more than the number of people there would have been left in the camp during the day in my usual world, but maybe right in the Pasthru world where people had more kids in general to help fuel the 3-person groups needed to get married and produce children. Nancy also gave me a report of the ways the Pasthru world is different from the human one.

“Everything is changed. Every TV show where people get married or families have kids changed to have three people in the marriage. Some whole shows were replaced. The roles have changed. Leading men, for many types of character, are emales. You’re much more likely to see male and female characters in shows that focus on family life; in these cases the emales are sometimes token characters who only appear briefly. Any characters who are committed singles, whether they are male or female in our world, are emale; female ones just turn into emales with feminine clothing and behavior.”

She showed me a video she had bookmarked of a wedding, where first the emale is asked to accept the other two as eir spouses, then the male, and then the female. Then a whole series of wedding photos. Males and females getting married tended to look like brides and grooms here, but emales had several different styles. One style was a dress matching the bride’s, but of course cut for the emale’s shape. It had a straight hem at the heel and no train, no veil or headpiece, and was usually in a solid color rather than white. It was also possible for the emale to wear a shorter version of that dress. There were also emales who matched the groom, except in a color other than black. Some emales wore red, blue, or green. I saw a yellow one and also a purple one. It just seemed to be personal preference, but usually the groom wore a tie and the bride had some decoration on the gown both matching the emale’s color.

“The words king and queen don’t mean what you think.”

“What do they mean?”

“The king is the ruler, and was traditionally always an emale. Even today, in places where they still have hereditary kingdoms, it’s usually an emale, but it’s possible for a male or female heir to become king, usually only if there’s no emale heir within a level of parentage considered for selecting the heir. A queen is a spouse or consort of the king, so usually a male or female married to the emale king or one e’s essentially engaged to, especially in cases where e hasn’t gotten someone of the other sex yet.”

I laughed, “So a male royal married to the emale king is a queen.”

“Yep. When they get married, it’s the king and eir two queens.”

“Do they have bigger beds?”

“Yes. The size anomalously called twin in our world is called single. The size we sometimes call full and sometimes call double is always called double. There’s a size almost 50% wider than double called triple, and it’s the standard bed for married triples. There are also queen and king beds which are wider than those sizes from our world.”

I looked back at the bed we woke up on, a standard “double” and apparently still that.

“They didn’t plan for married triples up here, did they? I didn’t see a still larger house size.”

“I don’t think there are any houses here made for three people. Those extra people in camp are all attached to different workers.”

“That makes sense. Triples are expected to have kids, right? Just having one other person with you as a companion is a much more acceptable thing if staying unmarried.”

Nancy replied, “Yes. Pasthru society expects triples who stay together to marry in a pretty short time, and then to have children. The people here wouldn’t; everybody here knows having children is the last thing anybody should do up here. But their friends and relatives who know they’re in a triple and don’t understand the desolation would expect it.”

When Nancy didn’t have anything more, I thanked her for doing the research. When we went to bed, I rewarded her by letting her choose how we had sex, and she wanted to do 69. That wasn’t something I’d thought of, but it would be a good test to find out whether that counted as sex for the purpose of transforming the doll. It was a weird experience for me, and I wasn’t certain I could keep my mouth on her sex as we went to sleep, but Nancy still had my dildo-stiffened emale dick in her mouth as I fell asleep.

I focused on being in my dream house during the dream so that I could get back to the real world again, and since I wanted to bring Victoria here Saturday, I chose to be with Aries. It was a typical Aries dream that involved the egg evasion game.

When I awoke on Friday, August 18, I was with Aries, and she immediately pulled her face away from my dick and spat gobs of come back onto it.

“Jody, don’t do that again.”

“I’m sorry. It was Nancy’s idea.”

As we both went to the bathroom to clean up, Aries said, “I don’t like the taste of come. Or at least, not yours. I’m trying to imagine the taste of Sea Man come, which I feel like I should know, but it’s evading my memory.”

“Strange. But Nancy also has gaps in her memory for events that occurred before I started bringing you all into the real world, if they didn’t occur in one of my dreams.”

“Wait, am I really just one of your dream characters? I thought I was real!” Aries exclaimed as she started crying.

I hugged her and said, “I don’t know, Aries. I am still trying to figure this out, too.”

I led her back into the bedroom, pulled out one of her bikinis, and said, “Why don’t you go catch yourself a fish for breakfast?”

That cheered her up, and in two minutes she was dressed (if you could call it that) and out the door.

After I showered and dressed, I found that Aries had brought a fish for me as well, which I cooked and ate quickly, even though it took most of the remaining time I had before work. I did take a moment to call my parents, just as a phone call without video.

“Yes, I visited those worlds where my summoned people are from over the last five days. I tried to call you from each world but it only worked the time I stepped through one of the doorways back into my real world. Either you’re not there at all in the other worlds, or you have a different phone number there that I don’t know.”

“If I had a different phone number I’d probably be a different person, so it probably wouldn’t matter,” Dad replied.

“Right. It seems like my other-world counterparts should have parents, but they might not be you.”

After work I had an idea.

I asked Aries, “Do your people keep birth records? I know that in dreams when I was a Sea Man in your world, I was in different dreams impregnated with an egg, and had a newborn leave my sac. When I was Victoria as a Sea Woman, I know she impregnated one of the Sea Men with her egg. As far as I know, those dreams and all the other ones I had where I was in your world took place in your village that is now connected by a doorway. I want to see if the dreams were real and we already have kids over here that we don’t know about.”

“I’m pretty sure we do have those records. Somebody near the school tracks them.”

I went with Aries through the series of doorways we needed to follow to reach her home town. She led me past the regular homes and the school, to the infant care area. One of the Sea Women there said they did, and she led us to a small building nearby where she produced a binder with a few pages listing the people. There were columns for name, sire, mother, father, sex at birth (that’s how the column was labeled), date of birth, and notes. Father was just a line through the box for most entries, which she confirmed meant the father was the same as the sire. When it was filled in, it was different from the sire. The notes were also blank for most entries.

The first page was old and yellowed, and some of the dates were decades ago. This would have been among the later records, so I focused more on the other pages, but I didn’t spot my name or Victoria’s anywhere among them. I did notice that almost all the last names were Trout, including in the record for Aries. I didn’t remember her having a last name before, but maybe if you lived in a town where everybody was one big family you just didn’t use it.

“Is this all?” I asked.

She replied, “It feels to me like we should have older records than these, but for some reason we only have these going back as far as the oldest people now alive. But I’m confident the records are complete for this time period.”

Aries asked, pointing at me, “Did you ever have any record of him parenting a child here? Or a woman named Victoria who looks like him?”

“No,” she replied confidently. “Though cross-breeds with humans are possible, we’ve never had any here within the memories that have been passed down to those of us who care for the children. There aren’t even any children whose fathers departed. These records where children were fathered by men other than their sires were due to infertility, or so that people with jobs that pregnancy makes difficult could have children.”

That explained the columns. The sires mated to make the eggs, while the fathers were the ones in whom they were implanted and eventually birthed. “Departed” was one of the entries in the notes column for a few people. It apparently literally meant moved out, as there was also “deceased” written there more recently in many of the older records, and in a couple more recent ones. There were also a few people who had evidently arrived from other towns. The death, departure, and arrival dates were given next to those indications in the notes column.

“Not even if he was a Sea Man then?” Aries asked, but the woman treated it as if it was a joke, much as any human would if you told them somebody used to belong to a different species.

I thanked the woman and we left.

“Maybe we should try this again when I am a Sea Man. Maybe she’ll have different memories then,” I told Aries.

I decided we didn’t need a condom if I was going to go to the Sea World tomorrow, but thinking about it made me realize I was being silly. Even though Sea World itself didn’t have condoms, I had access to several other worlds all the time, and some of them wouldn’t change. While condoms purchased in the dream worlds might not come through into my world, things that didn’t originate there were fine to bring back, and had survived overnighting there without being turned into anything else. I took some condoms from the copious supply I had in the real world and wrote R on each one with a sharpie (for “real”), and I stashed a few in my dream world, Victoria’s dream world, and Mona’s world.

And as I planned, on Saturday, August 19 I awoke with Victoria as natives in the Sea World, on the beach by the pond in the camp. It was Saturday, so much like when I was here as alt-Victoria, most of the people were still sleeping when we awoke.

After a usual breakfast of a fresh fish each, we went to the other pond to pee. Victoria birthed an egg as well, and I had to poop and sat in the weird chair built into the railing to do so. Only once I was sitting in it did I notice there was a small nozzle in the wall at the edge of the pond supporting this railing, and a pedal situated for the right foot of someone in the chair. It was a manually powered bidet. I had heard of but never seen a bidet, but the spray of water it produced seemed a natural way of cleaning yourself for an aquatic species like this, and it worked. In fact, it worked well with the way water slid off our skins, leaving us both clean and quickly dry.

When I got back to the house, I investigated the toilet there that I had never used. It also had a built-in bidet, though it was electrically powered and didn’t require me to pump it with my foot. We went through the doorways into Aries’ village. People there were awake, and a group of them, including Aries, were hauling containers of salt up the stairs.

When they were done, we went with her back to the child care area. There were different people there. This time a Sea Man with breasts met us. Unlike in the work camp, people here had children. The building I was in and ones near it were built to raise those children. So it was natural that there were men with breasts. All the people working here had breasts; I assumed wet nurse duty was part of the job. He showed us the records of births, arrivals, departures, and deaths. They seemed no different. There were no children born to Jody or Victoria. The handful of exceptional records of people who had died, departed, arrived, or were fathered and sired by different Sea Men, which were few enough that I remembered them all, were unchanged.

I was sure I was called Jody and Victoria in those dreams. Maybe there was another similar looking town, but there was no reason why that should be. Also, I realized this was different from the dream worlds in another way. I was sitting here looking at and speaking with a stranger, someone I’d only just met now and didn’t remember from dreams. In the dream worlds this person would have been faceless and I wouldn’t have been able to engage with him to ask to look at the records. Mona’s world was also like this, I realized. I first met the maid Cecilia there in a recent visit.

Even though my dreams might be separate from reality in these worlds, Mona remembered the dreams, and so did Aries. And Mona created the doorways within dreams and they existed in my reality permanently after that, and somehow, even in the other worlds. Did these worlds exist, somehow, in reality, before I ventured into them in my dreams? If they were, why were there still areas where they were incomplete, like records of Sea Men from the past?

I didn’t have answers for these questions, but I felt the most likely answer was that these worlds didn’t exist before I invented them in my dreams, but visiting them in dreams and in real life had forced more and more gaps to be filled in. It was like the way when I had forced my summoned characters to have identity cards and such, information was invented where needed, even if it didn’t fully make sense, like Nancy’s house being in a spot that defied geometry and Victoria having parents who died childless.

Since Aries was done working for now, she came with us when we went back into Mona’s world to visit Bruno the sea dragon. I was curious how he was going to react to three Sea Men since as far as I knew he had only ever seen Aries among the species.

Bruno was excited, to say the least, and while he let us all pet him, he still recognized Aries as his best friend and/or mother. He tried to suckle from Aries’ breasts, but not from Victoria’s, even though as an egg-layer her breasts were equally ready to produce milk. It inspired me try the milk myself. The sweet taste was like I remembered Aries’ milk tasting, but the best part of the experience was the orgasmic feeling in Victoria’s body. Aries was giving up a lot to train Bruno and not simply have a session of absolute bliss by letting him drain her dry each time she came here.

Aries went back to be with her people, and Victoria and I went back to the camp in Alaska. While I had figured out who some of the people were during my previous day working here, it wasn’t like we all worked at the same well site, so I got a chance to meet the others. I wasn’t too surprised that some of those engaging in sexual activity invited us to join in, and we did at times.

These were definitely not dream worlds, but they must be separate worlds of their own, with even Jody’s different from alt-Victoria’s due to the different people. Although I’d seen my co-workers believe alternate versions of what I experienced when I switched among worlds or summonees, there was no way the two Sea Women I fucked tonight in their vaginas, ones whose male equivalents in my world weren’t gay or trans in the least, were going to be able to remember the experience at all.

Later in the evening, Victoria laid another egg into the pond; I don’t know whose it was. But when I went into the dream worlds, there weren’t any condoms there. Of course, the Sea Man dream worlds were different from the human ones. I should have realized that when I stashed them recently. But I was able to get the ones from Mona’s world, stash some in the Sea Man dream worlds, and take one to use tonight as Victoria and I lay down together to sleep and to get back to the real world. And as our naked bodies hugged, in my mind I made an important decision.