For whatever reason, either psychological or biological, last night didn’t feel weird at all. During the heat of the moment it had felt entirely natural, entirely organic to fuck in their current state… but today, the morning after, suddenly I began to feel a tiny bit perverse.
When they started, Melanie had only thought they were exceptionally vivid dreams. She would always imagine herself as someone else, someone close to her, and within the dream would live as part of their body for a few fleeting hours during the night.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, letting the silk robe fall from my shoulders. I was no stranger to new bodies, or to new experiences, so having been transformed into a sleek feminine form was nothing I couldn’t handle. But this body, it was one I knew well. I had become very familiar with it over the years, having laid with the original owner nearly every night.
“Oh, hey Rick! Which one do you think looks better, the green or the leopard print?”
“What’s in it?” The man asked her, it was a normal question after all.
It was an important part of our plan. We needed to lure Jessica away from the others, and given her reputation it came as no surprise that seduction was our method of choice.
“It worked!” I shouted, bounding back into Stacy’s room. Neither of us had really expected me to succeed, but sure enough my transformation was far more convincing than Stacy had initially expected. Only minutes ago, she bet me that my skills as a shapeshifter weren’t good enough to fool her friends — she happened to be throwing a costume party downstairs, so it was the perfect place to put my ability to the test. It was risky though, and pushing my powers beyond anything I had ever attempted before, so I insisted on raising the stakes for our little wager.
I knew full well of Doug’s problems with shapeshifting. He had always been candid about it, even before we started dating, and at first it was fun to talk about his abilities and have some fun… but then things started to get a bit real. Three months ago, Doug had come clean and told me that sometimes he couldn’t control his transformations, and of course I had supported him like any good girlfriend would.
I always tried to be a kind, romantic boyfriend, especially when Dani was feeling stressed out. “I can’t handle it,” she cried, “How do they expect me to finish everything? I have an exam tomorrow morning and a race tomorrow afternoon, but I can’t study AND stay in shape! It’s like my body and my brain need to be in different places.”
I couldn’t say I was entirely surprised, but that didn’t mean I was prepared for such a bombshell. “What?!” I shouted in shock, “Since when?”