Most of the time, my dreams were just a rerun of that day’s memories — typical life stuff. But after an especially long dry-spell, or maybe just reading too much hentai, there’s a twist.

It always starts with something mundane, maybe like a dream visit to the bank. But for some reason, the teller would shout over and over, “Miss, miss!” until it finally clicks — he’s actually talking to me! And that’s where it usually ends.

But if I’m lucky, sometimes it’s so much more than just making a deposit in a girl’s dress. Suddenly, I’m in a bedroom kind of like this one, with my hands exploring under a nightgown just like…h-hey wait a minute!

“I-I really am in a girl’s body!” I shout, “A-And I still haven’t woken up!”