Models: Jayden Marcos & Natassia Dreams
Like all the best kink-friendly spaces, the House of Reveries was a secret known only to those who could truly appreciate the pleasures within. Tucked away at the end of a short, curving alley, the little hotel was invisible from the main street. As such it rarely received any guests who didn’t already know it was there. Rarer still was it for any unexpected arrivals to procure a room, for the dim, cramped reception hall heavily implied that the hotel’s lodgings left a lot to be desired. However, from time to time the desperate or the hopelessly optimistic would overlook the dreary façade – and their reward was access to a hotel brimming with magic.
Dominic liked to think of the House of Reveries as all mankind’s naughtiest fantasies rolled into one. Through every corridor the air was thick with palpable lust, each step a promise of desire, and despite the obvious age of the building the groaning came from the tenants rather than the floorboards.
From the first step beyond the reception desk the hotel’s magic was obvious. For one thing, despite being jostled on all sides by imposing Victorian brick architecture there were seemingly infinite rooms, each one spacious and opulent. For another, the beautiful city views were simply impossible given the towering offices and edifices that dominated the surrounding blocks, yet they existed all the same. Dominic had once spent a full hour exploring the hotel’s halls and not only had he never come across a dead end, but each new window afforded a more striking panorama than the last.
Once upon a time, Dominic would have marvelled at the enchanting power contained with the hotel’s walls. But right now, standing outside the door to his room, he was more focused on the erotic anticipation electrifying his nerves. Because as impressive as the whole bigger-on-the-inside thing was, every guest knew that the hotel’s real magic was in the rooms themselves.
A deep breath in. A calming sigh out. Then, as he had done so many times before, Dominic pressed down the doorhandle, strode inside and allowed that magic to engulf him.
Dominic’s transformation occurred in a single stride. It was as if the door marked a divide between two different worlds, and when he stepped through his body shifted to match. That divide glided over his skin, and for the briefest of moments, when one foot was planted inside and the other out in the corridor, Dominic’s body was composed of two halves with a shimmering silver line running up the middle.
Then he crossed the threshold, the door closed behind him, and he was able to relish the new form the hotel had gifted him.
Dominique was a woman of entrancing beauty. Flawlessly bleached hair draped in a stark curtain over half of her face, from behind which peered sensual eyes crowned by razor-edged brows. Her features were sharp and aquiline, her lips painted in a dark hue that twitched with sordid intent, and the one visible ear bore a couple of twinkling silver rings.
Her athletic figure was hugged tight by a simple leather corset. With the bust arcing down to follow the curve of her breasts and the hem doing nothing to conceal her sheer lace panties, it was a far cry from the crumpled button-up shirt Dominic had been wearing. His jeans had likewise vanished, replaced by dark stockings that rose halfway up her thighs, and a matching set of black elbow-length gloves added an air of sophistication to her otherwise deviant attire.
All in all, Dominique was a creature of enticing beauty, and to the untrained eye she had been rendered utterly unrecognisable by the hotel’s magic.
Yet in every transformation, the House of Reveries always left echoes of one’s former identity intact, and Dominique was no different. Upon closer inspection certain facets of Dominic’s appearance were still visible in this radiant seductress. Her smooth flesh, for instance, was exactly the same shade as his. The elegant tattoo on her right forearm – currently hidden by her new glove – had been inked for his twentieth birthday. A little of his strength had endured, imbuing Dominique’s curves with an edge of musculature that only added to her allure.
Dominic had experienced many transformations within the hotel’s walls, but this one was undoubtedly among the hottest. Before she had even reached the end of the short antechamber leading into the bedroom Dominique was itching to explore the erotic potential of her sultry new form.
Fortunately, she wasn’t alone.
The man was sat in a pale leather armchair on the opposite side of the room. He was blindfolded, though given the sensual groan she had given when the transformation washed over her it came as no surprise that his head was turned in Dominique’s direction. He said nothing, waiting instead for her to break the silence.
As luck would have it, the hotel had not included any shoes in Dominique’s outfit. And though the short entrance hall was tiled, the main room was fitted with pale carpet as soft as summer clouds.
Even as the man strained his ears to hear her, Dominique crossed the room without a whisper. He only realised she was behind him when gloved hands snaked around to caress his handsome face.
Glancing up at the full-body mirror stood in the corner, Dominique admired tonight’s lover. He was about her height, maybe a touch taller, and clad in a simple white shirt with black trousers, neither of which did anything to downplay his robust physique. A leather harness was strapped across his chest and Dominique found herself with the sudden urge to hook her fingers in the central ring, drag him to the floor, and have him worship her tight sex.
In the end, however, the lithe beauty resisted the compulsion. For one thing, she knew there was no need to rush: time worked differently in the House of Reveries, and the hotel never allowed its guests to leave unfulfilled no matter how long satisfaction took to achieve. But for another she could sense an air of apprehension about her lover.
‘First time?’ Dominique purred. One hand sliding into his shirt to caress his broad chest, she ran the other through his backswept hair.
‘Yes,’ he breathed.
‘What’s your name?’
‘Well… uh… do you mean now, or, like… before?’
‘Whichever you prefer to share.’
Dominique’s soft, soothing tone seemed to ease some of the man’s nerves, for when he spoke again his stammer was gone. ‘Ally. My name is Ally. But in this body I’m Alonso.’
‘Pleased to meet you, Alonso. I’m Dominique. You can probably tell this isn’t my first time. But don’t worry, I still remember what it’s like being in your shoes. I switched genders on my first visit too – I understand how disorienting that can be. Maybe that’s why the hotel bought us together: so I can help you discover the pleasures it can offer.’
‘I think you might be right,’ Alonso nodded.
Dominique smiled as she felt a little of the tension melt from the man’s muscles. He wasn’t the first House of Reveries virgin she’d encountered, but it had been a while since she showed anybody the ropes and she had almost forgotten how much she enjoyed watching newbies gradually succumb to the hotel’s sordid magic.
‘So tell me, Alonso, are there any particularly strong desires this new body of yours has? Anything you’re desperate to try?’
Biting his lip in a clear echo of his original girlish persona, Alonso swallowed nervously before replying. ‘Well, there is one thing. Ever since I transformed I’ve been hungry to eat somebody out. I’ve never craved it before, but now it’s all I can think about.’
An impish grin danced over Dominique’s face: maybe she could have him worship her after all. ‘Oh, I’m sure we can arrange that,’ she cooed.
Dominique’s breath came out in short, shallow gasps as Alonso sated his sordid appetite. Spread out on his chest and flanked by her spread legs, he shifted sporadically between feasting on her twinkling sex and sliding his fingers between her folds. There was no rhythm to when he switched from tongue to digits, instead each urge consumed him completely until the other grew strong enough to take over.
Nevertheless, he was far from selfish. Dominique had expected Alonso to gorge himself without a thought for her own pleasure, but the exact opposite was true. Every stroke of his tongue or thrust of his hand was tailored to send euphoria swirling through her insides, and though he was practically hypnotised by the sight of her bare pussy his ears were alert to her whining groans, using them to guide his actions.
It wasn’t hard to deduce that his skills as a lover were the hotel’s doing: a few minutes ago he’d been stuttering like a high schooler hitting on his crush, yet now he was suddenly driven by the experience of a seasoned lothario.
Still, whatever talents the hotel had imbued him with, Dominique knew how effective a little encouragement could be.
‘That’s it, handsome, my cunt is all yours. Mmmh, yes, this is what the hotel made you for. Every transformation here has its own sexual skills, and this is definitely yours.’
Groping her exposed tits with one hand she tangled the other in his hair and rocked her crotch against his lips. To her delight, her words had the desired effect. Alonso’s confidence increased with every passing minute and once or twice she even thought she heard him growl as lust took over. Slowly but surely he was embracing his new body – a fact that only turned Dominique on all the more.
Dominic had taken many lovers in his visits to the House of Reveries. In fact, given the warped passage of time within the hotel’s walls, he had probably spent the equivalent of several years fucking his way through the endless rooms, even though in real world time he had first visited less than a month ago. Since his arrival he had transformed into every body shape and size that he could imagine, as well as several he hadn’t even dreamed of. Unsurprisingly, the infinite deviant possibilities the hotel offered had kept him coming back for more, eventually proving so addictive that he rarely left the hotel for longer than a day at a time anymore.
But no matter what body he found himself in, Dominic’s wealth of erotic experience had taught him to appreciate potential when he saw it. And right now, with Alonso gradually losing himself in the heaven of her pussy, potential is exactly what Dominique saw. No rookie had ever worshipped her as skilfully as him – a fact made all the more impressive given that he hadn’t even taken his clothes off yet.
In that moment, a wicked idea took root in Dominique’s mind. It blossomed quickly, drawing an equally devious smile over her rouged lips.
‘You know, I’ve been exploring this place for quite a while, baby. Actually, I’ve lost track of how long exactly. But I’ve always done so on my own. If you’re interested, I’d be willing to accept a little company? I promise there’s nobody better to show you the ropes.’
The House of Reveries was a place of raw, unbridled lust where there was no limit to the fetishes and fantasies the guests could enjoy. But as a general rule most of those guests were solitary creatures, roaming the halls alone and only crossing paths inside the magical, mischievous rooms. Dominique had often wondered what it might be like to take a partner – a fuck buddy willing to transform by her side – and see what fresh pleasures the hotel could conjure up for them, but until now she had not encountered anybody to whom she felt a strong enough connection to ask.
Alonso, however, had lit a spark within her. It wasn’t love – Dominique had little interest in that – but rather a kind of deviant fascination. Something about the man reminded Dominique of herself when she first arrived at the hotel. She could sense an energy about him, the aura of an insatiable hedonist buried deep down yet desperately clawing its way to the surface. The thought of watching that inner lust gradually take control – of guiding Alonso down a path of dark magic and corruptive desire from which he would never return – was perhaps the hottest fantasy the hotel had ever offered her.
Fortunately, it seemed Alonso was just as eager to live out that fantasy.
Rather than answer Dominique with words, the muscular stud reared up abruptly. Tugging off his clothes he was quickly nude, his rigid cock jutting out in front of him. Eyes burning bright with hunger he relieved Dominique of her corset just as efficiently. Then, his big hands hot on her skin, he span her sideways before sliding in behind so they were laid horizontally across the bed, parallel with the cushions.
Within a matter of seconds he’d gone from feeding on her cunt to pressing his bare chest against her back, his twitching cock resting on her inner thigh. The burst of lust-fuelled confidence sent a flare of arousal through Dominique, and as he hefted one of her legs up with a strong arm the black beauty snaked a hand down to toy with her clit.
‘Should I take that as a yes?’ she asked at the same moment he pressed his head against her folds.
‘What the fuck do you think?’ he growled, all reservations now gone.
Though Dominique opened her mouth to reply, she never got the chance. Instead the euphoria that flooded her soul when Alonso drove inside snatched her words, tore them to ribbons and threw them into the erotic maelstrom that was her own lust. At the mercy of his powerful thrusts her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled. But Alonso wasn’t willing to let either set of lips go unattended, so as the first of many shared orgasms began to build within them both, the first timer leaned in to kiss his new mentor with shameless passion…
Thanks for reading!
I have to admit, during the writing stages this was a bit of a weird one since it was written in fits and starts. I first started on it back in February when I was working on my pre-July release slate, and whereas I typically follow a story through from start to finish over the course of a few days, this one had to be completed in chunks due to real world commitments.
Given the disjointed production I’m really surprised how well this piece turned out. Personally I love the premise. It was originally inspired by the Kink Doors concept, which some of my readers may be familiar with. As far as I’m aware that idea was first conjured up by Queen Youngblood aka Youngblood TG on this Twitter post, and though it was an idea I had been interested in adapting for a while I’d never been able to devise a story I liked set in that world. In the end, as is the case with so much of my work, I realised I wanted to delve into the lore of the idea and put my own spin on it. As I began to do so the idea of a mysterious, transformative hotel took centre stage. Since this diverted from the original Kink Doors concept somewhat, I decided I would use that premise as inspiration rather than writing an explicit continuation of that story, and this is the result.
All of which is to say, if you enjoyed this you have Queen Youngblood to thank for it. If you wish to support their work, you can do so via their Patreon.
Quite apart from the fun concept, I also really love this one because of the inclusion of Natassia Dreams. Specifically, one of her post-op scenes. Dreams has long been a favourite trans model of mine and it is always a joy to showcase her work, though it was only when I stumbled on this gallery that I learned she had undergone gender confirmation surgery. Granted I am late to the party on that one, since subsequent research informs me Dreams took this step sometime in late 2021. To the best of my knowledge, of all the trans models I have included on my blog Dreams is the only one to have pursued this path, and I believe she is in the minority of trans models in this regard, since most seem content to maintain the genitalia of their sex at birth.
Once I realised I would be able to use one of Dreams’s post-op scenes I was was over the moon. Because as much as my blog is all about dumb smut, I hope I have demonstrated over the years that I aim to present that smut respectfully and in ways that honour the models in each story wherever possible. As such, it is a genuine pleasure to present Dreams’s work through a scene in which she is able to physically express her gender identity in the way she wishes to do so. Her experiences are, of course, her own, thus I have no way of knowing for how much of her career she has had the desire to undergo gender confirmation, but I sincerely hope she is happy with the results.
Given the size of her portfolio, at present Dreams’s pre-op work dramatically outnumbers her post-op scenes, though as far as I am aware she is still an active model, so this may change over time. Either way, should she appear on my blog again then while I would personally lean towards focusing on her post-op content, I would not rule out the pre-op scenes either. That said, I will always label stories including Dreams as transgender regardless of which stage of her career the supporting galleries originate from. Just because somebody undergoes gender confirmation surgery that doesn’t mean they are then excluded from the trans community. Being trans is as an important part of an individual’s personality and one I wholeheartedly believe should be celebrated.
As usual I’ve rambled on plenty, so I’ll leave it at that for this one. At present I don’t have any active plans to revisit the House of Reveries, but now the groundwork has been laid there is every possibility it could pop up again. So if that’s something you’d like to see, be sure to let me know!
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