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It was a rainy day when Dream woke up first. George was still sleeping with his back turned to his boyfriend on the other side of the bed. Dream smiled softly and kissed his head, then got up from the bed and headed to their bathroom, yawning on his way.
He just hated rainy days. They were gloomy and often gave him a headache. Dream yawned again and took off his tee-shirt when something caught his eyes. Or rather two somethings.
He had boobs.
Dream saw his face getting pale once he looked into a mirror, then he lowered his eyes again.
He definitely had boobs.
He carefully grabbed one of them, his hand was shaking, and gasped surprised when he felt it. It was real. They were real.
Dream quickly took his hand away and looked further down his body, where his pants laid.
'Just do it, it's just a weird dream, just do this...'
He took a shaky breath and quickly pulled his pants down. He had a-
Aaa!
Dream screamed loudly, grabbing and harshly pulling his hair. His heart was pounding in distress. This wasn't real, it's just a sick dream, not real. He started sobbing and it felt like the weather was crying along with him. Like it knew before how he's going to feel that day.
"Dream, what happened? Are you okay?" the brunet asked when bursting into the bathroom. The scream woke him up.
"I'm a... a female, George! I am-"
Dream was still crying and choking on tears. Despite having a trans boyfriend, this was his biggest nightmare. He couldn't suddenly be a girl, just couldn't.
George not understanding his partner, just pulled him into a tight hug.
"No, Dreamie, you're a boy. It's okay, you're my boyfriend, you understand? My lovely, the most handsome boy. Calm down, my love, breathe slowly."
The words confused Dream even more. He was a boy? He had boobs, and vulva. He was...
"A... a boy?" he asked still shocked with all of this.
"Yes, a boy, a man, my boyfriend. Um, you seem confused, what happened? Why are you sitting naked anyway?"
"I'm trans?" he asked again, clearly ignoring the fact he was sitting butt-naked on the cold floor. There were more important things to think of first.
"Yes, Dream. Do you have a fever?" George carefully touched his forehead, then cheeks and neck. He seemed normal but still very shaken. "Get up or you might get actually ill," he stood up and pulled the other with him, then helped him dress back again. "So what happened?"
"I don't know... I woke up like this, I mean, with a female body. What's happening, George?" Dream looked at him with some plea in his eyes, wishing his friend would explain it to him, but the boy seemed to be just as confused as he was.
"Dream, um... you were born with this body. But you're a boy, not a girl, what your body looks like doesn't change anything."
"I was born as a male, Georgie! With a penis, not... this... Wait, you are trans, right? Show me," Dream grabbed his sweats to pull them down but George stopped him.
"Dream, what are you talking about? I'm sorry but I'm not trans..."
"What? No, no, you were! You were, not me!"
Despite George's protests, Dream pulled his sweats and pants down, but jumped away.
"You have a penis."
"Well, yeah, I told you. You're acting so weird now," George's face heated up and he put back the clothes on. "Darling, what about you go to bed and try to sleep a bit more? Maybe this will help, I'm worried about you..." George grabbed his hand, flinching at how cold it was. Dream didn't fight anymore, just nodded and followed the brunet to their bedroom.
"Georgie, is this... a dream? I mean, a nightmare? When I wake up, will it be normal again?" he asked once they were both laying under the duvet. George brushed his hair and kissed him after.
"I'm sure it is, you will be okay when you wake up later. Now rest, my sweet boy."
* * *
The second time Dream woke up was because of his screaming, and seconds later also George was trying to get his attention.
"Dream, what's wrong?" he shook his arm slightly. Even if George wasn't asleep this time, the scream startled him badly as he was still lying in the bed with his boyfriend.
"Wha- G-george!" Dream wrapped his arms around his friend's torso, trying to hide his face. "Please, tell me I'm normal again, please..."
"Of course, you are, what happened? Did you have a nightmare?"
Dream was still slightly shaking in George's arms, but when he fully woke up, he looked up at his boyfriend.
"Am I a boy still?" he suddenly asked.
"Still...? What do you mean?" George was clearly confused, Dream made no sense until he spoke again.
"When I woke up, I had girl's body, but you told me I'm trans, just like you, except you weren't... y-you were a boy, like a real one and-"
...but George stopped listening. Whether it was a nightmare or some sleep talking, his boyfriend's words hit him hard in a very unpleasant way.
You were a real boy.
Dream was probably still partially sleepy and confused, also, George deep inside knew he didn't mean it, yet there he was. His heart was breaking.
Without another word he uncurled from Dream's arms and got up, and ignoring the boy's confused face, he just left to the bathroom. He just couldn't look at Dream now.
"Georgie...? I'm sorry, it was a dumb dream, are you... are you okay?"
George only waved his hand in the air and closed the door behind him. Once he was alone in the bathroom, he felt hot tears streaming down his face.
Even his boyfriend thought he had a "girl's body" and wasn't "a real boy" because of that.
He put a hand over his mouth, muffling sobbing he couldn't stop.
George woke up annoyed. Later he could remember his period was coming around soon unless he luckily gets late again or it won't come at all, but when he was still feeling sleepy, he was just annoyed with the whole world.
Everything was just wrong.
He woke up too early. His body was itchy and hot without an actual reason. Dream was snoring too loud. He felt a headache upcoming. He remembered they had sex again and started worrying about what if.
Then Dream scared him and finally told him what his mind really thinks of him.
After some time he heard a soft knocking on the door.
"Georgie, are you alright?"
"Just leave me alone!" He didn't mean to snap but it was too much for him at that moment.
"Please, talk to me. What happened? Can you open the door?" Dream tried again. He was worried because his boyfriend hasn't gotten angry at him for very long now.
"Just fuck off, Dream!"
And Dream did. He knew there was nothing he could do now but wait until his boyfriend calmed down. But why was he angry?
Dream sighed and sat at the bed, trying to remember everything that happened since he woke up.
He woke up screaming because of a nightmare where he was a girl and George-
The blond groaned annoyed, hiding his face in his hands.
"You utter idiot!" he scolded himself.
Now Dream remembered what he said and the moment George left. Despite his body changing a lot, and therapy, and Dream's support and love, George was still sensitive about his body.
Girl’s body.
They were still saving enough money for a top surgery as they wanted to make sure it's done by professionals so George wouldn't ever suffer from it.
He was more comfortable with his bottom parts as hormones were doing a great job and Dream knew how to properly take care of him, but the top has always been a sensitive subject.
George found them just disgusting as they also became getting saggier over years. He tried to not pay attention to them, but as long they were visible and still there, he would feel uncomfortable.
Dream was so focused on him being trans in the nightmare, that he forgot his real boyfriend was one and needed more support.
He looked towards the bathroom but still didn't try talking to his friend again. “He'll eventually come out,” Dream thought and grabbed his phone instead, opening a page they both were checking the other day.
Online shop.
After their very hot and romantic valentine's day, George showed Dream an online shop he found a few days earlier.
He was "just checking" some accessories and gels, but then found something else. Packers.
Dream opened the tab with packers, trying to find the one his friend seemed to be interested in the most. It was creamy, like his skin, with some pink blushes, and the size was just perfect for the boy. It would boost his confidence and at the same time, it wouldn't look weird, even if they joked about him having a massive coc-
"Dream."
He looked up, startled by a sudden voice, but then he saw him. George was standing completely naked in front of him. He only saw him without clothes when they showered or bathed. Even during sex the boy never took off his tee-shirt or sometimes even the sweatshirt stayed on.
"Georgie? Are you alright?" he asked unsure of what the other was planning. A few minutes earlier he was mad at him, and now he was here, waiting.
"Be honest for once and tell me what you really think," George said with a cold voice, he wasn't really angry which Dream expected, he was just... broken.
But this time Dream understood. It was a test but he wasn't going to lie, just like his boyfriend asked. He slowly got up and stood in front of the boy, trying not to stare too much but it was difficult.
"You want me to be honest?" he asked rhetorically but George nodded. "Okay, then... let's start with your head."
Dream was using his mocking voice, to make sure the boy understood, to make sure he's sounding honest enough.
"I think you have pretty fluffy hair which I love playing with, they always smell good and this relaxes me. They feel very soft on my face whenever I cuddle you."
"Your eyes? Gosh, they're deep brown, the shape is ideal and I can't stop staring into them whenever I can. I love when they sparkle with joy and love."
"The nose? Of course, duh, it fits perfectly on your face. It's cute when you wrinkle it. I love when it touches mine or my lips, or neck even."
"Lips, like c'mon, they're always looking so delicious and soft, and taste even better. I'd never stop touching them with mine. I love when they curl up in a smile, yeah, that's nice."
Tears were streaming down George's face but he didn't say anything. He was excited but still worried because Dream was getting lower.
"Your body is next, I guess? Let's see. The skin is creamy-milky with some freckles, though there's more on your face, I'd kiss them each. Skin, yeah, it's nice, very soft and clear otherwise, and smells so good."
"Eh, then your neck and shoulders, they're like a perfect place to leave kisses and hickeys, I bet they'd feel and look good on you."
"Your chest, damn, some more time and you will be buffer than me, man, I'm gonna get jealous. Also, a good place to leave more kisses."
"Your belly is like-"
"Stop!"
The boy suddenly shouted and Dream just stopped talking. He was carefully studying the other's face, looking for discomfort, but saw a dark blush instead.
"You're such an idiot! A-and so annoying," George said, trying to sound angry, but Dream knew. He pulled the boy into a tight hug, relaxing when he felt arms embracing him as well.
"But I'm your idiot."
"Did you mean it all?" the shorter boy asked, his voice softer this time.
"All of it. I love you so much and everything about you is just perfect. I'm sorry for what I said earlier when I woke up. It was just a dream, but this is real. You are real and I'm very happy with it."
"You hurt me, Dream..." he replied but felt arms closing tighter around him. Dream has always been a cuddly person and George adored this, even when he was angry, a simple hug would comfort him and make everything better.
“I know and I’m really really sorry for this. I’ve promised to never hurt you yet I did and I’m feeling so bad about this. I only hope you forgive me one day because losing you would be… be a real nightmare.”
They stood in silence for a minute or two. George knew Dream loved him, he’s shown this many times over years, never leaving his side, always trying his best for the boy, trying to be perfect, even if perfection didn’t exist. But just like Dream thought his boyfriend was perfect, the same way George thought the blond boy was perfect as well.
“I love you, Georgie…”
“Shut up…” the boy murmured but blushed harder. He loved the little affection. “Just don’t ever say this again.”
“I won’t, I promise. And if I do, you have permission to actually hit me.”
“And I swear I will beat the shit out of you,” George looked at him with a mad look but seconds later grinned. He just couldn’t stay angry at his boyfriend when the other was so genuinely sorry. “I love you too, idiot.”