The dream

Pamela sat on the moss and checked herself. The blood seemed to have stopped flowing and she contemplated her situation for a moment.

"What is going on with me?" Pamela asked aloud...

Of course there was no answer from the darkness.

Memories came slowly emerging, revealing themselves unbidden to her mind's eye. She remembered washing her body in the shower in the morning. "Oh my God!" she exlaimed. "I was a man!"

Frantically she slipped her hand under her skirt and sighed... "Oh, no, it must have just been a dream..."

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