A brand-new awakening... but not mine?

I was in someone’s bedroom, someone edgy. The walls were covered in posters of darkly dressed bands, edgy anime protagonists, and macabre artwork; but it had a cutesy side to it as well. There were dozens of stuffed rabbits stacked on the bed and nearby surfaces, mostly in varying shades of blue and violet. A couple shelves in one corner were stocked full of comic books, art reference books, and even a few complete manga series. I recognized none of the titles. This was a stark contrast to the room I’d been in for the past week, with exception to the prominent two colors on display.

Once we’d finished developing my new afterlife to live in, Joy asked me how I wanted to start this whole thing off. I told her to surprise me and frankly, she seemed to have done just that.

For starters, I didn’t seem to have a body anymore. Glancing downward revealed a complete absence of form, and to add further confusion, I could rotate my view on a vertical axis in a complete circle. In fact, I could swivel my view in any which way I wanted, having complete freedom of angle like I was the camera in a videogame. I could also pan my view in any direction, even directly upward, but not through any solid objects, it seemed. I began imagining myself as some sort of floating eyeball.

There was something else strange going on, too. I didn’t have a body whatsoever, that much was visually obvious, however, I still felt like a I had one. In fact, at the immediate moment, I could feel something really soft pressing against my face. I felt like I should be suffocating from the feeling, but I actually didn’t need to breathe, apparently.

I was kicked from my internal musings by a shuffling sound. It came from a bundle underneath the quilt on the bed. Coinciding with the movement was a slight shift of the softness on my face. That was kinda funky, and I was curious about what the bundle was, but had no hands to remove the quilt and see. That’s when I heard the breathing, very soft and gentle snores. Ah, so it was a person. I supposed that was kind of obvious in retrospect, but I had no idea what to expect going into this. The bigger mystery was the feeling on my face that had shifted when the bundle had.

I wondered if I still had access to my other senses. Clearly, hearing was on the table, after all I heard the shuffling sound. Okay, so I was a floating eyeball with ears now, I guess.

Touch was also obvious; I could feel something soft on my face though that sensation didn’t seem to be centered on the floating “eye”; there were no objects near my focal point that would elicit such a sensation. If I had to guess, I’d say my sense of touch was somewhere in the bundle of person.

Next was smell. As mentioned, I didn’t need to breathe, but when I visualized the act of inhaling air through my nose, I found that scent did come to me. It smelled nice, a little musky and sweaty yet feminine and overall pleasant. It was also fairly familiar. I couldn’t really tell where that sense was centered, but since the smell was distinctly human, the bundle seemed like a safe bet for that one too.

Finally, was taste. Just like I had with smell, I decided to visualize the act of sticking my tongue out to lick whatever was pressed against my “face”. The bundle murmured in their sleep and wiggled a little before returning to gently snoring. This once again made the softness shift a little. But also, the acquisition of taste was successful, and that taste was salty. Kinda like sweat, which seemed to jive with the smell I got.

With those mysteries somewhat solved, I had another look around the messy room. Everything was shaped like things from Earth, but none of the brand names were familiar to me. I wasn’t exactly surprised, either, because this wasn’t Earth, it was an Earth-like world called Keln.

It was a world with a modern society much like my own previous one with a few choice differences. I couldn’t really end up deciding whether or not I wanted a fantasy world or a modern one, so I did both. Basically, all of the technology in Keln was powered by magic instead of electricity. So, this meant that even though this room had things like a computer, TV, and game consoles, none of these devices had any wires or cords or anything like that.

Speaking of technology, A smartphone on the bedside table suddenly began ringing, startling me. The display showed that it was an alarm. The bundle on the bed rustled and groaned. A dainty hand, one which I recognized, reached out and deactivated the sound. For a brief moment, I thought she might just go back to sleep, but then I heard another groan and a sigh.

The person within the sheets sluggishly slid out and at last I could see the person who was hidden within. It was Joy.

I tried to greet her, but it seemed that speech was not among my capabilities, and she didn’t seem to be able to see me either. Okay, so I wasn’t a floating eyeball with ears, I was just invisible. That was good because the former mental image was causing some serious dysphoria.

She then stretched her arms causing my gaze to shift downward to the amazingly large bust I’d grown to love. Her arms lifted and she grunted, her breasts wobbled a little and it was at that moment that I realized that was where my sense of touch, smell, and taste were. Right on the tits, and in hindsight it was pretty obvious. I’d grown quite accustomed to having her tits on my face and this definitely was the same feeling.

She glanced downward at her breasts and then brought both of her hands up to cup herself over the lacy, black bra she was wearing. I felt that sensation too, it was like she had laid her hands overtop my own. Okay, the mystery was getting solved, I was pretty sure I was her bra, maybe even just her underwear in general. Now that I got a closer look at it, it didn’t look like it was made of any sort of material I was familiar with, and it had no visible tags or print on it.

“Sup, slut?” she greeted, grinning.

I tried to respond again but couldn’t.

“You told me to surprise you,” she shrugged. “So, I turned you into my undies. You can change back, but I suggest just staying like this for a while and we’ll talk at some point tonight. Let me show you around, cool? Lick my nipple if you agree.”

I did so, enjoying the texture and taste.

“Mn! Good boyslut,” she patted the cups of her bra gently. “As you’ve noticed, you can still do some things in that form, though, so you’ll still have fun, I think. Plus, I’ll make sure you get some good action in the meantime.”

That would be greatly appreciated.

“Okay, back to being ‘in-character’, or whatever,” she said. Then she made her way to the bathroom adjacent to the room.

As soon as she crossed the door’s threshold, my perspective was yanked into the tiny bathroom with her. Interesting. Experimentally, I tried to leave the bathroom but was literally unable to pass out of the doorway. So, I guessed to some degree my perspective was tied to Joy and whatever room she was in.

Also was she pulling down her panties? There wasn’t actually a shower stall in here—oh nope she’s doing her morning business. She sat down on her toilet seat and sighed with satisfaction as I heard the telltale sounds of a stream of liquid colliding with the water below.

I couldn’t help myself; I was a total degenerate. I visualized myself inhaling through my nose again. I drew in the scent of her natural feminine sweaty musk, now mixed with the sour smell of her urine. God, it was so hot; my mind drifted back to the numerous times she’d peed on me over the past week.

That being said, I wasn’t too excited for the prospect of the other half of what the morning visit to the toilet usually entailed. I wasn’t that much of a degenerate. However, no such event took place. She simply stood up, flushed the toilet, pulled her panties back up, grabbed a towel from an overhead shelf, and walked out of the bathroom.

She didn’t spend much time in her room, almost immediately stepping out and into the corridor in nothing but her underwear. There wasn’t anything special about this hallway, it was just a corridor lined with doors to what I imagined were other dorm rooms. Nobody was loitering around, though I did hear some sound coming from a stairwell leading down to the floor below.

I was curious and wanted to check it out, but while I could move pretty freely in this much more open space, I found that there was apparently a limit to how far away I could get from my neon-haired goth companion. Somewhere around twenty feet was the maximum. Luckily, it seemed she was heading in the direction of the stairwell too, and as we drew nearer, the sound became louder and clearer. It sounded like a conversation.

“C’mon, just a…” they were going in and out of hushed voices so I could only hear bits and pieces.

“Stop it!” the girl squeaked.

Joy furrowed her brow and hurried down the stairs.

“Hey, it’s no big deal, right? You’re not seeing anyone,” the first voice, deeper but feminine, said.

“You are, though,” the girl replied, small and shaky. “Just leave me alone, Greiya.”

The lower voice sounded like a real piece of work already and seemingly Joy agreed. By now she was flying down the stairs, her breasts bouncing like mad.

The people chatting were underneath the stairs. One of them was dressed in some biker gear, complete with tight leather pants and a matching leather jacket. At first I thought they were a woman, but they had a flat chest which meant they were a femboy for sure. All women in Keln had at minimum C-cups, so any adult who didn’t have that size or bigger were male. I could see his lack of breasts on account of his jacket being open revealing a strapless, slender band of cloth around his torso to cover his nipples. He was pretty hot though, tall with blonde hair in a shaggy bob, and otherwise perfectly feminine features.

On the other hand, the girl he was harassing had tawny brown hair and an overall small frame with really nice curves. The likes of which were on full display owing to the fact that she, like Joy, was only wearing her underwear, a simple white set.

The femboy seemed to have the girl cornered, getting a little too handsy which she didn’t seem to be enjoying much.

“Hey!” Joy yelled in a much more aggressive tone than I’d yet heard from her.

The biker started and whirled around, “Who the—” but he got no further. As soon as he had rounded to see who had arrived, there was a pale knee directly in his groin. He let out a pained wheeze and immediately doubled over. But Joy wasn’t done, next she sent him a brutal right hook to the face.

He stumbled to the side, crashed into the railing with a resounding bang, and then grasped it for stability.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing here, Greiya?” Joy yelled.

“I was seeing my girlfriend,” he said through agonized breath.

“Rie isn’t your girlfriend, Greiya. Get the fuck out!”

He was about to raise a reply but instead got a face full of spit. I was mildly jealous.

“I said leave!” Joy reiterated and clenched her fist.

In my head I was almost pleading with the guy to just cut his losses, she had the high ground, figuratively and literally. It was a losing battle for this femboy, even when ignoring the fact that Joy had literal god-like power. To my relief, he did just that, ducking out and making for the exit. I followed him for as long as I could and noticed him reach for a phone in his pocket. Uh oh, that looked like it could be trouble.

Joy immediately went to the girl and quickly huddled up to her, “Are you okay, Rie?”

She nodded, “Thanks, but you might be in trouble now,” she said. “You know how Liz can be. She’s not gonna be happy about this.”

“Yeah, I know,” the goth sighed in exasperation. “I’m not worried about it, though. We gotta stick together. Have you showered yet?”

Rie shook her head.

“Good, I don’t want to leave you alone, she might come after you when she finds out what just happened with her boy-toy. Come with me.” Then the goth took Rie by the arm and pulled her along down the hall with her.

I could see a sign at the end of the corridor which read “Showers” and figured that was their destination. That explained why there wasn’t a shower stall in Joy’s room, apparently the whole dorm had a communal one. Knowing for a fact that everyone at this university was bound to be a bombshell, I was pretty eager to follow them in and see what it was like.