A noise.

The toilet flushes, a voice calls out, “I gotta admit, I figured you would be gone when I woke up. Does this mean you are givin’ me a freebie? No way someone as put together like you is homeless, right?” You have no idea who it is or what they are talking about, but it would seem they think you are a hooker.

“I just fell asleep, it happens.” You say standing up, your eyes searching for clothes. There, draped neatly over the back of a chair, white cloth, a dress? Shirt? You look down. Panic strikes instantly. You sort of knew you had turned into a girl, but didn’t really believe it. Yet the body you are looking at isn’t the same one you were born with. It isn’t exactly girly, no real muscle tone either, but soft looking would be accurate. The overall shape is feminine but very boyish, your breasts are rather non existent, but your perky nipples are mesmerizing. Your navel is cute and pierced top and bottom with a silver barbell. Your pussy is very cute, hairless, with no trace of stubble or any sort of blemish, with a little ring in your clit. Your longish finger with perfect fake pink nails can’t resist, and you dip the tip of your middle finger inside. A tingle ripples to your stomach. You transfer the finger to your mouth and taste the sweetness mixed with a salty, lingering… Cum, and not from the demoness.

The owner of the voice steps into view rimmed with the light of the bathroom. He stands over six feet tall, smooth dark skin, buzz cut hair and the beginning of a beard, he is clearly an athlete with a full six pack of abs and doesn’t even bother to try to conceal the eight or more inches he is packing. A towel is in his hand and he is drying his elbow as he steps into view. “Well it’s just after eight. Checkout is eleven. I have to be at the field by ten, so, if you want… I mean I know coach only paid you for last night, and I don’t have any money, but I was just thinking… I mean, since you didn’t leave… I dunno… I mean, I had a really nice time last night… the guys gave me shit for picking someone so flat, but I don’t… god I must sound like an idiot…”