A babble of voices, ghosts on the very edge of hearing, but voicesnonetheless. They have been becoming clearer, calling me, beckoning meto respond. Fo... the sake of my sanity, I may as well respond."Hello? Hello?" Damn, I feel silly. "Anyone there?" Ah, another member of the fraternity emerges." A response? I mustdefinitely be going mad. Feeling more than a little foolish, I tryagain."What fraternity?" You are one of us. Join us. Vanish from the world of men, and joinyour people."*I did as I was. Growing more tumescent with each caress, seemingly out of his control, it strained against the lacy confines of his silky panties. This new "problem" did note pass the notice of the sexily clad maid. Smiling, she let her hand glide around the boy's waist and teasily slowed their pace a bit. Her proximity made matters worse as the added sensation of her touch roused the now flush boy even further. At last reaching the bedroom, the boy, now almost quivering, broke free and rushed into. She looks at me surprised, I look back unflinching. My hand rests a little too long on her tits. She notices I'm serious and her submissive side comes forth.She follows me into the tight attendants-bathroom and pulls the door close behind her. I grab her and place a kiss straight on her small mouth. She begins to shake slightly, for fear or excitement, I don't know. When I let her go, she closes the door behind her while I gently run my fingers through her hair and whisper into her ear: "I need. I tried to pinch myself, but no difference.It occurred to me that if I wasn't dreaming, I was in trouble. Could Itell anyone I wasn't this girl? Who would believe me? And even if by somemiracle someone believed me, what could they do? I somehow doubt anybodyknows how to do a soul transplant.For that matter, I wasn't sure where my real body was. If my soul was inher body, was she in mine? Or is my body in the morgue?I decided I was going to have to try and calm down. I tried to rememberwhat.