Lap pillow

Alex awoke on the couch, his skin red-hot, looking towards the night sky. He saw a small star, singular and alone. Why is it beautiful? Alex pondered as he felt his hair being stroked, albeit he didn't know why it felt different. Turning his head, he saw Elara above him, realizing right away that his head is on her thighs. Her self-satisfied smug brought him back to earth, and his heartbeat quickened.

"Hello, stranger, a new night, a new you," Elara spoke softly as she continued to stroke his hair. "Embrace the change, my dear; the night is young, and we have enough time."

Alex's eyes opened wide at what she said, his body in a panic. He shot up, trying his best to grab hold of a nearby coffee table. "Oh no, no, no, what is this? What am I? Are you a witch? Th- my clothes don't fit right, ah, my teeth!" Alex tried to pull himself together, speaking whatever came to mind, his thoughts a jumble of random thoughts. He moved his tongue around his mouth; his teeth felt out of place but straight, better than before. Bringing his hand to his throat, he felt his Adam's apple gone, replaced with smooth, slightly warm skin.

"A witch?" Elara replied, "sorry to disappoint; the hats are not my thing, too wide, gets stuck in doorways." She chuckled while looking at Alex up and down. "As for yourself, look at your silhouette."

Looking down against the light, he noticed a stranger. A short figure was before him. Curious, his hands moved to feel the body; he felt firm breasts as he felt a pinch of pleasure from the action. Looking back to Elara, the possible witch. "No, this can't be happening."

"Kinda can't fix that right now, sister; you got to trust me," Elara quipped.

"Kinda don't, fix this mess right now; I can't believe what is happening right now," Alex murmured as he used his new hands to pull up his pants that were loose around his thighs.

"We'll have to change out of that first," Elara said, pointing to his clothes.