Charles

I was born Dreamgender, and I realized I was Dreamsexual and Dreamgender since I was young. When I was in elementary school, I was often picked on for bringing my YouTooz collection to show and tell. Everyone mocked me for my self expression, as green hoodies and dying my hair seemed "radical" at the time. The teachers made fun of me for "obsessing over little green men", and the students shoved me into lockers. Nobody understood me. The worst offender picked on me every time he saw me, pushing my head into the urinals when he had the chance. One day when I was in the restroom stall secretly watching the newest Dream manhunt finale, he busted in and spat in my face. I tried to fight back but I was powerless. He pulled back, charging for a punch to the face. I close my eyes as I brace for the worst. Just when I thought I my life was over, I heard a hissing noise come from the nearby sink. From the tap arose a green mist, and suddenly dream was right there. His powerful arms grabbed the bully, and instantly, fear was a thing of the past. As he fucked the bully vigorously, I heard dream mutter under his breath. "Don't worry young Dreamy, you're safe now. He wont be bothering you no more." He tossed the bully to the side after he was finished and gave me his love too. I've never felt safer, I felt his warm love flowing in my blood. As the class bell rang, I knew I had to get back. "Thank you for protecting me dreamy" I manage to stutter. Still flushed from his pretense, I went to my next class with butterflies in my stomach. Dream is love, Dream is life.