I wasn’t especially interested in bringing women in during the week, but I did want to give Nancy more chances to do research for me. So after Monday, July 10 alone, that night I fucked the doll to bring Nancy back on Tuesday, July 11.
Nancy had the bright idea of videoing us in bed to see when the changes occurred. I tried to set it up during the day, but I realized I needed some kind of stand to do it properly. Also, even with the video I took, I realized it would be too big a file to hold 8 hours of continuous video on my phone. So I found a camera on Amazon designed to record time-lapse video, only one or two frames per second, and with a built-in stand, which would do what we wanted. With luck I could pick it up Saturday.
Another notable thing on Tuesday was that Nancy needed a tampon. I suppose that in itself wasn’t all that notable, except in learning that my summoned women can have periods just like any others. That said, I remembered characters in dreams having periods, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. Nancy had expected it, as she had picked those up during our shopping trip a week earlier and they got used for the first time today.
But she revealed the surprising fact that she remembered her time at home alone the days she wasn’t here the last week, though she didn’t remember any such time before that. Specifically, she remembered starting her period on Monday. Until now, she hadn’t remembered any specific event from any time I wasn’t dreaming about her, though it seemed like she implicitly knew some things that she should have known if she grew up at the same time as and down the street from me, even if her house was at an imaginary address on my street.
Tuesday night was even more surprising. I wasn’t fucking Nancy in bed, but I dreamed about her. Specifically, in the dream we were together in my old house, my parents’ house. My parents weren’t there; I don’t know why. It was just us. Nancy wanted to go home, and I followed her up the street. We left my house at 1742, went past my neighbors house at 1746, and then there was somehow one more house on the block I was sure wasn’t there in real life, which was incongruously numbered 1788.
Her parents weren’t there either. I went to look for them, and there simply wasn’t any room for them. Her house looked as big as mine on the outside, but inside there was only a living room, kitchen, bathroom, and one bedroom, Nancy’s. The rest of the house was inaccessible. But Nancy said this was the way she had always remembered it.
At this point Nancy felt the need to change her tampon, and after a moment she called me to come help her.
“Jody, I’m pretty sure this tampon is one I put in at your house. But the string’s been cut. There’s only a little piece of it left inside me.”
She sat at the edge of the toilet seat, legs spread wide, and with her hands holding herself open as well as she could. I could see it inside her, but indeed there was only the part of the string that was inside her.
“Can you push it out with your vaginal muscles?”
“I tried. It’s really wet and soggy and I couldn’t get it to move.”
She demonstrated this for me. It barely moved at all.
“Can you pull it out?” Nancy asked.
She held herself open as wide as she could, and I reached two fingers into her, grasped the cut end of the slick braided cord between my fingers, and tugged at it. It took a few tries, but once it got to the point that the main part of the tampon reached the edge of her body, it all came out in one pull.
“Well I never expected to have to remove your tampon.”
“But that’s a skill you should know,” Nancy pointed out. “Didn’t you ever do that as Victoria?”
“Sure, all the time. But I was her. I never removed another person’s tampon.”
“Right. I’m just glad I had someone here I’ve been intimate with. This could have been super embarrassing otherwise.”
We both washed our hands, and Nancy grabbed a fresh tampon and inserted it without help. Meanwhile, Nancy’s comment made me remember certain dreams. In high school, I had “day in the life” dreams, in which I experienced more or less a whole day from getting out of bed to going to bed again, once or twice a week, about half of them as Victoria and half as Jody. While bathroom functions were excluded, periods were definitely not, though those dreams didn’t fall during Victoria’s period every month.
And Victoria did have regular periods, sort of. When I was Victoria, if I was in my period or it was near, I always knew, though the other dreams that didn’t track the timeline so closely made it hard for me, outside the dreams, to remember when they were. Given that Nancy picked up tampons and panty liners and not the thicker pads, I assumed she used them the same way Victoria did, panty liners on the day the first spots were expected to appear and at the end if she wasn’t sure the period was completely over, and tampons for the main part of the period.
On the morning of Wednesday, July 12, I was in bed with the doll, as I expected since I failed to follow both the fucking rule and the different person rule Nancy suggested. I confirmed the events of the dream by finding the piece of cut tampon-string between the doll’s legs. I placed this next to Nancy’s purse to show her later, but the important thing was that I now knew how to help Mona!
But not quite right away. Wednesday night I dreamed of Nancy again, though the actual dream was unremarkable, and I brought her back into the world Thursday, July 13. She confirmed the events of Tuesday night’s dream; she had experienced it as I did.
She was still confused about her parents, and I got her talking about it.
“I know somebody raised me, fed me, and took me to and from school before I was old enough to walk there on my own, but I sure can’t remember what they looked like, their names, or anything else about them. Later on, when I was in middle school and high school, I remember doing everything on my own. I got up to my alarm clock, showered, dressed, ate breakfast, and walked to school on my own. Sometimes I met you coming out of your house, and we walked to school together. I have some vaguer memories of walking to school with Victoria as well; something is different about those memories, besides that Victoria’s in them, but I can’t explain what.”
“Yeah, I remember walking to school with you in dreams. Some of my dreams were more or less a repeat of the previous day, but you were often in them, and sometimes I was Victoria instead of Jody. I did everything on my own in those dreams, too. When that type of dream fell during Victoria’s period, I remember Victoria using tampons. I don’t actually remember my mom, or Victoria’s mom I suppose, teaching me how to use tampons or any of the other girl stuff, but Victoria knew it.”
“Same,” Nancy commented. “I know my mom must have taught me those things, but I can’t remember it happening. I never saw your mom either. Sometimes we walked home from school together and stopped at your house to play, but I can’t remember your parents ever appearing. We played until we were tired and either I ate with you, or I went home and ate alone.”
I added, “I think in those dreams earlier on, somebody made meals for me, but by high school, it was just like you. I made my own meals, but it wasn’t junk food. My parents in real life had shown me how to cook basic meals, but in the dreams, I cooked everything, the same stuff my mom made for me the previous real day.”
Nancy sighed. “I guess it’s different, having the real-life experience too. I never had that; your dreams were my real life.”
We didn’t have sex Thursday night, to help confirm that’s needed for my ability, and I dreamed of Aries again. She was in my family’s house, the one I’ve been in with Nancy recently. And I decided to explore. There was my bedroom, set up like it had been when I was in high school. And the living room, kitchen, and bathroom. I opened the door to what should have been my parents’ bedroom, and found an empty room. Completely empty, like when you just moved into a new house.
“Huh, my parents’ stuff should have been in here.”
“I’ve never seen your parents in these dreams,” Aries responded.
“Yeah, I somehow didn’t notice that until recently, Aries. But you know what happened the last time I was here?”
“Tell me!”
“Nancy was here, and we walked to her house, which is just two doors up the street. In real life, there’s no house there, and the house next door to mine is the last on the block.”
“Let’s go see if she’s there,” Aries suggested.
We took that short walk, and sure enough, Nancy’s house was there, and she was in it. She joined us and we looked around the neighborhood, and while the other houses were there, they seemed empty. There were lights in some windows, but we couldn’t see anything inside. They all had blinds, or curtains that obscured vision of anything in the house.
Also, we confirmed just how impossible the placement of Nancy’s house was. We went past Nancy’s house and turned the corner. From here, we could see Nancy’s house and the other street’s correct corner house facing the end of the block. Going down the other street behind mine, looking over the back fences between the first two houses, we could see my house and 1746, and not Nancy’s house. The lot for the first house on that side of the block wasn’t any longer than any of the other lots. It was just that the block itself was longer on my side, as if geometry had simply stopped working. From my street, if we did the same bit of looking over the back fences, between 1746 and Nancy’s house, the first two houses on the other side were visible, and between 1746 and my house, those same two houses were still visible! Before this gave us headaches, we went back to my house, and that was the last I remember from that dream.
In accordance with Nancy’s guess about how my power worked, Friday, July 14 I woke up with the doll, and Friday night I did use the doll, and I dreamed of Aries again on purpose to bring her into the doll.
Saturday, July 15, Aries was there, as I planned. At breakfast, I checked my messages and saw that Amazon claimed they were going to deliver my package to the post office by noon. I made Aries get dressed in a one-piece bathing suit, since it provided the most coverage of anything she had that wasn’t clearly meant for cold weather, so that she could go into town with me. It was bad enough that I would have the blue-skinned woman walking beside me; having her be almost naked as well might totally weird people out.
While Aries understood more of the human world than I would expect the average Sea Man would, those dreams with her in my world were almost exclusively at the house, and not going and doing other things, so I expected some of these would be new experiences for her. We went to the arcade to pass the time, and she didn’t do very well because unlike Nancy, this wasn’t really her thing. It was more of a time for me to show her how to play the games rather than competing with her.
I tried to take her clothes shopping, but clothes are really not her thing, either. She wears bathing suits only because she understands public nudity is not generally acceptable by humans. I got her to try some stuff on, but there was nothing she wanted to take home. We ate lunch, went to the post office (my package was there, yay) and I went shopping for food before going back home.
And at no point did anybody seem to think the blue-skinned, finned woman wearing a bathing suit walking along beside me was weird. It wasn’t that they didn’t see her. At one point in the arcade, she dropped a token, which rolled away a bit and a man picked it up and handed it back to her. When I tried clothes shopping, I got one of the employees to recommend something for her, and she was choosing things to go with her blue skin and even aquatic-themed prints. I let her pay for groceries, even though it just meant tapping the card on the terminal, and the cashier handed her the receipt. Everybody acted like Sea Men were just another race or kind of appearance some people have, alongside white, black, Chinese, albino, etc. I wouldn’t have been surprised if this happened in one of my dreams, but this was happening in the real world.
We came home and had sex before dinner so that she could lay an egg for Mona. And I asked her advice about keeping it alive.
“Normally, you’d want to have it literally under someone’s skin. That’s why we lay it directly into the sac. But you say I can’t do that because you don’t want it inside yourself and if I put it inside me it’ll go home with me and not to your next woman. So I think this is best.”
She put the egg between her breasts inside her bathing suit, and kept it there through the time we went to bed.
“That’s good. Mona said the sea dragon egg we’re converting this into also needs to be kept that warm.”
I set up the camera, and set it recording before we went to bed. And of course, I had to be fucking her, and dream about Mona to get the egg to her.
Mona arrived Sunday, July 16 wearing one of her red outfits in bed, since Aries had worn her suit to bed to help keep the egg in place. But she had the egg, and confirmed again it was a sea dragon egg, and alive.
I explained, “Aries kept the egg between her breasts to keep it warm, rather than inside her, because that’s the trick; something inside your body goes home with you. Nancy wore a tampon home that way. And only the part of it actually inside her went with her, so you need to make sure the egg is completely inside.”
“Got it. The egg needs to go inside me, both to keep warm and to go back with me.”
With some effort, she got the egg into her vagina and pushed it two knuckles deep.
“That looks painful,” I commented as she eased one after another of its “spikes” inside her. They were about the size of the pyramidal studs on punk-rockers’ leather jackets, but round rather than square.
“These rigid projections are smooth on the tips, and made of the same material as the rest of the leathery shell. They’re meant to be protection against predators eating the eggs. They’re perfectly safe as long as you don’t puncture them with something hard and sharp, like a tooth. They come out of the mother sea dragon through an orifice no bigger than this, and she never breaks them. It’s perfectly safe to handle this way.”
“What if you break one?”
“The fluid inside stings like hot peppers.”
“I guess no sex tonight, then.”
“Definitely not.”
I shut off the camera, and was going to review it after breakfast, but during breakfast I got an urgent call that I was needed at well 2. So I hurried through breakfast and got myself ready to go out there. I apologized to Mona but explained my work sometimes needs me, and told her I would expect to be back here for dinner.
So it wasn’t until after dinner that I finally got to review the video. And what it showed was that Aries was replaced by the doll as soon as I went to sleep. And she stayed the doll until just as we were waking up she became Mona. That was interesting, and might mean the egg was something else entirely all night long. It looked like during the night Aries’ bathing suit changed into some other clothes, maybe some of the ordinary ones Nancy had bought. And my body was entirely motionless as well, but it still looked like my body.
I visited Mona in the dream that night, at her home, which naturally was a castle as red as her clothes. She had extricated the egg from her body and now kept it in a glass incubator. In the dream (which I now understood to be as real as when she was summoned into the real world) she explained, “It needs to incubate for a couple weeks, and then after it hatches I will want to be here every day to train it. So please don’t summon me during that time. You can visit in dreams like this, as long as I stay in my world the next day. If whatever you ask in exchange for this favor can’t be done in the next two weeks, it should wait until the dragon is trained.”
“I probably won’t even decide on something before then, so I’ll take the extra time to come up with ideas.”