When Paul jumped into the waves to save the old man from drowning, it was not because he wanted a reward. He did it instinctively and because he loved people.

The man must have been in his seventies, and had clearly given up fighting against the pull of the water. Back on the beach he slowly regained consciousness, he coughed and spit and was finally able to sit.

The old man looked at him with gratitude. “No one has ever saved my life before,” he said. "I am normally not this stupid. I somehow believed that the ocean was my own element. She must be mad at me, or something!"

Paul reckoned the man was a little confused and did not ask him what he meant by that remark.

“Coy O.T. at your service," the man said. "I want to reward you by granting you your deepest and most secret wish.

"I may not look like a powerful man to you, but I assure you, I know more about the stars and the elements than any man alive today."

"So you are a physicist?" Paul asked him, picturing Stockholm Nobel prizes and the like.

"In a manner of speaking," the man said. "Although I normally call myself a spiritualist. I honestly believe that mind and matter, spirit and blood are one and the same, and if you understand the language of nature, its Logos, you can also change it."

Paul liked this man, although he did say some strange things. Paul had learned one thing during his rather dull and uneventful life, however: Nothing is as it seems, and you can find wisdom everywhere.

"Mr. O'Tee was it?"Paul asked.

"Coy O.T." the man replied. "Coy to you!"

"I'm Paul," Paul said. "Coy, I can assure you that seeing you breathe is its own reward, but maybe you can buy me a good meal sometime." His college life seldom allowed him to go beyond the local Pizza Hut as regards culinary adventures.

Deep inside him, however, a deep longing surfaced, and it begged the man in silence: ”Make me beautiful, make me sweet, make me desirable.”

Hm, this was strange, Paul, thought. Were did that come from? I have an all right life, don't I?

Paul had tried to silence this longing ages ago, but somehow this man had liberated it from its confinement. Paul shook his head and helped the man up on his feet. Don't go there! he thought.

Coy smiled at Paul and said: “Sure, I know about this excellent Italian restaurant over at the South Side. They serve some magical wine, I can assure you. I'll see you tomorrow. Now, go home to your house and sleep. The rest will follow.”

Paul experienced an extremely sensual dream that night. He dreamed he was having sex with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, a young and stunning goddess.

Long luscious hair was cascading down her back. She had big, soft, lips that begged to be kissed and and captivating eyes, and she was all over him, begging him to hold her.

But half way through the dream the roles changed. Now he was that small and ultra-feminine woman, and she was making love to a strong and sturdy man. She rested her head on his chest and felt safe and loved.

There was one voice inside him that tried to get him to wake up. "Get up," it said. "This is wrong! You are a man!" But he brushed the voice aside. It felt so right to be this girl, and it was is if it was his male voice was the impostor.

The dream went on for a long time, and nothing seemed to shock him. She could feel the taste and the texture of the man's penis when her tongue licked its head, and he could sense how he-as-she was seriously aroused.

The man parted her legs and entered her carefully. He reminded Paul of someone, but he couldn't place him. The rhythmic thrusts brought her close to an orgasm, and she cried out in joy when wave after wave engulfed her.

Paula woke up from her deep sleep, fully rested. She brushed the long hair away from her face and sat up in the bed. Two perfectly sized breasts caught her eyes and she started to laugh. They were her own.

She let her hand glide down the soft curve of her belly and down to the small bush of hair below. She let a finger slide into a pussy that was still wet from the erotic dream.

“I must have saved a magician,” she said. As a matter of fact, she knew she had. The man in her dream had been Coy -- although a much younger version of him.

She opened her wardrobe and found lingerie, dresses and sexy shoes. She put on a flowery dress to celebrate her rebirth and sat down to wait for her new lover.

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The photos are from totallyredhead.com. That site has some really stylish and sexy models!

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