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The Morning After {MF, TG}
By Farleven
September 2014

I awoke to the feeling of silk fluttering over my naked body. A morning breeze was blowing in through the penthouse windows. The sunlight danced across the bed as the curtains swayed. The silk sheets covering me had been just enough to keep the chill away.

I basked in the morning glow. My whole body just radiating with a depth of contentment that I'd rarely ever felt before. A wisp of cool air tickled my thigh and I reached to pull the sheet back down. As I shifted on the bed, I felt an unfamiliar shift on my chest and my relaxed fuzzy mind snapped into focus.

I looked down at the outline of two round mountains rising from my chest. Both of them heaved in time with my breaths as I stared at them for a moment. Memories snapped in place. First, it was an impossible bet, then a magical amulet and finally a night of indescribable passion wrapped in pleasure. It had seemed like a dream, but staring down at my newly rounded chest told me every wickedly perverse moment was true.

I turned slowly to see my roommate sleeping soundly with a big silly grin stamped on his unshaven face. I didn't need to check to know that he was just as naked as I was. His clothes were scattered all across the floor of his room, just as mine were. I remembered wasting precious little time stripping us both and pushing him into bed. I shuddered slightly at the memory, not so much in regret as in embarrassment at being so brazen. I'd never harbored any feelings for him before, but after my transformation, I'd found him as irresistible as any porn star I'd fantasized about.

I squirmed slightly, my body beginning to react to the memories of last night's gymnastics. I'd barely been a woman for an hour before I'd put my new anatomy to use. While I'd eagerly climbed into his bed, I let him take the lead from there. His hands had lit fire over my new curves, sliding across my smooth skin and sinking into my soft mounds. It wasn't long before he'd positioned my willing flesh and used his manhood to show me the unique pleasures of my new femininity.

We'd spent the entire evening exploring every inch of my sensuous form. I'd never experienced anything like it, and I did my best to return the favor. The power of the magic that had enchanted me had washed away any reservations about making love to a man. I couldn't deny how enjoyable it was to be so thoroughly ravished.

As my mind wandered through the debauchery dripping from my memories, I felt myself growing warm and wet between my legs. I slid a hand between my legs, reinforcing the reality that I now had a very feminine mound between my legs and it was slick with my own juices. The unfamiliar intensity of aching warmth between my legs shocked me for a moment. It was so unlike the throbbing need I'd known as a man, and yet every bit as strong a force demanding to be satisfied.

I ran my fingers over my engorged nether lips, quivering as my touch sent bolts of pleasure flowing from between my legs and up my spine. The intensity was hard to fathom, and yet I knew I wanted more than just the feeling of my delicate little fingers pressing into my sensitive new folds. The memories of last night were pounding in my head, and my throbbing pussy yearned for an encore.

The needs of my flesh drowned out any reluctance I might have felt. I may have been a man only a day ago, but I was entirely a woman now. I didn't know how long this would last and there was no way I would deny myself the new pleasures I'd enjoyed last night. I turned my eyes towards my roommate again. If there was one thing I knew about being a man it was that it was common to wake up with a particular hardness. I did a quick scan and it didn't take long to see that the sheets were tenting above him in just the right spot.

I sent my hand exploring under the sheets. First, I found his rather soft stomach. He'd never been much for exercise, even if he wasn't overweight, he'd never managed a six pack. I had to admit that it actually helped keep me from rebelling against my desires. If he'd been some sculpted Greek god, I'm not sure that I wouldn't have run away, afraid of my feminine need to submit my whole being to him.

I pressed my fingers down, smiling as I confirmed his aroused state. I stifled a giggle as I carefully slid myself on top of him. My naked flesh sliding easily across him, until I was resting on top of him, my soft breasts pressed against his chest and my dripping slit poised over his hardness. I straddled him, holding myself up so I didn't wake him up by weighing down on him. I wanted to wake him another way.

It was hard keeping my weight off of him as I straddled him and guided his manhood to my eager lower lips. I tottered on one leg and the opposite hand while I balanced with my other leg and fought with his sleeping flesh. He nearly stirred twice, but either he was feigning sleep or I'd managed to keep from waking him as I finally slipped his tip between my wet folds.

I moaned as I pressed down, relishing the feeling of thickness driving into me. It was a wickedly alien sensation, so perfectly pleasurable and so strange at the same time. I'd always wondered what it felt like for a woman to be impaled, and it was impossible to be disappointed by the sheer power of the sensation. He let out a gasp as I started working myself down, forcing him deeper into my warm passage. I know he couldn't stay sleeping for long against that feeling.

"Wha... ohhhhh..." He stammered as his eyes fluttered open. I knew he didn't entertain much female company in this room, and I'd never heard anything in the morning after when he had. I could only imagine how he must feel to have a hot girl riding him awake.

"Just a little thank you for last night." I let my body rest on top of him with his hardness deep inside. I smiled, staring into his groggy and surprised face before I leaned in further and kissed him quickly on the cheek. "I was just thinking we could maybe have a late breakfast, or maybe just never get out of bed today."

The look of surprise on his face was priceless. Then he gave me a wicked smile before he rolled me onto my back. I didn't fight him. I just spread my legs wide after he ground himself between my legs. There wasn't any doubt that he was happy with my suggestion. There would be plenty of time later to figure out just what I was going to do, and when I would change back, until then I had hours more fun right here with a nice hard stud and the desire to meet my needs.

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