Part 12 – The Next Morning
I don’t think it would surprise anyone to learn I didn’t sleep well that night. I tossed and turned and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get comfortable. Every time I changed positions, my breasts, hips, and not to mention my ears and horns, seemed to get in the way. I resolved myself to lie on my back, without a pillow and my head a good distance from the wall.
When I drifted off to sleep, I had only the vaguest recollection of my dreams from that night, but I remember a lot of angry voices screaming at me. Mom, was there, and she was mad at me. I remember Megan walking around nude striking suggestive poses, but other than that, everything was a big jumbled up blur.
In the morning, I woke to find myself in a strange place and the memories of the previous day were slow to return to me in the fog of drowsiness. So when I reached up to rub my eyes and my hand brushed against something sticking out from my chest, I’m sure you can imagine that came as a big surprise. When I looked down at those two blue mounds of flesh, I freaked, screaming at the top of my lungs like the girl I had become.
I had the vaguest sense of someone entering the room, but caught up in my ‘discovery’ that I didn’t pay who ever it was any mind. I’m not sure how long I went on like that, but a stinging blow to my face shut me up and knocked the sense back into me. All the memories from the previous day came back, and I flushed as I looked at Megan and Allison who were standing on either side of the bed.
“Oh, god,” I muttered looking down at my six-fingered hand. “It happened.”
“Who slapped me?” I asked rubbing my still sore jaw.
“That would be me,” Allison replied a peculiar mixture of amusement and guilt displayed on her face.
“Thanks, I needed it.”
“Don’t mention it,” she replied, raising her eyebrows.
“Jim are you all right?” Megan asked putting her hands on her hips.
“Fine, woke up and sort of freaked.” I replied grabbing my boobs and my cheeks burned as I met Megan’s gaze. “What with the new hardware and all.”
“Just don’t do that again, ok?” Megan ran a hand through her hair. She had a bad case of bedhead, but something told me she wasn’t trying to tame it. “It scared me.”
“It scared me, too,” I said a wry grin forming on my face.
Allison folded her arms and scowled down at me. “Uncle John is making chocolate ebelskivers for breakfast! If we don’t get down there they’re gonna be cold!”
“They’re Danish pancakes,” she added. “Just hurry the hell up!”
Allison tapped her foot on the floor, scowled at both of us and stormed out of the room. “I’m through waiting! Enjoy your cold ebelskivers!”
“I guess, she’s done taking it easy on you, but with her twist I guess it was only a matter of time,” Megan folded her arms across her chest.
“Uh, yeah.” I massaged my horns, let out a loud yawn and crawled out of bed. “She told me about that last night. I don’t think she can help it.”
“You look nice,” I added after glancing at Megan. Her hair was a mess, and probably not long out of bed, but even so there was something about her disheveled appearance that got my motors revving.
I wasn’t quite sure how she would react to my compliment after the previous night, so I was glad to see her smile. She blushed and leveled her flat gaze on me. “I’ve already seen myself in the mirror this morning you don’t have to lie to me. You look nothing short of miraculous.”
“Really?” I asked feeling a rush of pleasure from her compliment. I was still a little taller than her so I leaned in to peck her on the lips. She didn’t resist, like I feared she would, but when I pulled away she frowned.
She stepped back. “We talked about this, remember?”
“What the hell!? Are you two coming or not?” Allison asked poking her head from around the side of the door.
“Yeah, we’ll be down in a second,” Megan replied, her voice taking on a rough edge as she glared at her cousin.
“Well, I guess we better go,” I said as Allison disappeared again.
“I guess so,” Megan agreed and with that we made our way downstairs.
I was expecting something a little more on the flat side, so it came as a surprise when I stepped into the dining room and found a plate of little powdered sugar-covered balls that looked more like cream puffs sitting on the table.
Allison had only been half right, some ebelskivers were chocolate-filled, but when I bit into my first one raspberry flavor filled my mouth. I closed my eyes reveling in it. When I finished that one and reached for a second, it was filled with milk chocolate. I opted for a glass of milk to wash it all down, the orange juice seemed too much when paired with the ebelskivers. There was bacon too, but by the time I finished a couple more ebelskivers I had no more room. It seemed I couldn’t put away as much as I had before my twist.
Soon, Mr. Hails left for work, leaving the three of us girls alone. Megan, looked across the table at me and scrunched her nose up and sniffed under her arm pit. “You know, it’s time for a shower, you reek and I smell no better.”
I grimaced and glanced down at my breasts, not thrilled at the prospect of seeing myself naked, but I’d need one sooner or later. It was better to get it done with than to put it off and agonize over it. “I-I think I should go first, if that’s all right.”
“Fine with me,” Megan shrugged. “I’m not planning on going anywhere soon.”
Allison glared at me, her expression became more thoughtful, and her face stretched into a smile which sent cold chills down my spine. “Yes, Jim goes first.”
Megan rounded up some old clothes for me and I found my way into the bathroom where I disrobed. Before I could pull my shirt over my head, the door swung open, and Allison stepped inside. She closed the door behind her and regarded me with hands planted on her hips and a thin smile.
“Uh, Allison, I’d like privacy for this.” I felt my cheeks burn and pulled the straps on my nightgown back on.
She rolled her eyes and put her hands on my shoulders. “I’m not here to watch you shower. I thought I’d pop in and offer you some helpful tips. That body requires more maintenance than your old one.”
“Great,” I replied glaring at her with my arms folded across my chest. It looked like Allison was trying to be nice again, but I couldn’t be sure with her twist. For all I knew she was planning a mean prank. I wasn’t sure what sort of maintenance she might be referring to, but, at a minimum, I needed to know more about feminine hygiene.
“Take a seat,” she said, gesturing for me to sit on the toilet seat. “This could take a few minutes…”
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Aww, so short. I loved the first version by the way. I’m itching/anxious/chomping at the bit for the rest of the story.
I’m glad you enjoyed the original and hope that this one meets your expectations.
Hmm… Good writing, and an engaging story. The only downside so far is the occasional grammatical error, but it’s something I’m willing to look past.
Thank you, regarding the grammar its something I’m working on. That being said this is a sort of polished rough draft that’ll see more edits down the line.