Nah...what fun would that be?

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You found yourself laying on a feather bed. Sunlight drifted in through the window, warming your naked body. Slowly, your hands slid over your skin, cupping the two beautiful mounds of flesh that sat on your chest. Your dark nipples stood proud and erect as you ran your fingers over them, tweaking them hard, causing a high moan to issue from your plump, kissable lips. You squirmed in the light, feeling intensely the emptiness between your legs…emptiness that begged for attention.

You continued to run one hand down your body, dragging your long nails over your flat, toned stomach. The other one continued to knead your chest as you finally made your way to the object of your exploration and you slipped one finger between your moist nether lips, groping to find the tender flesh of his aching, sensitive bud. Biting your lip to silence your rising moans, you took the delicate nub of your clitoris between your thumb and forefinger and started to work it, rubbing and pinching, until your fingers grew wet with your own growing excitement.

But still...you found himself aching for more.

Growing bolder, you slid your other hand down between your legs as well as you spread them open wantonly, exposing your now-steaming hole. You slipped first one, then two fingers into your dripping slit, working them in and out as you played with your swollen clit, a warm sensation building deep within you. You started to squirm uncontrollably as the wave inside you began to build to its inevitable, rising crest. You were aware of yourself grunting now, in your new, female voice, as you **** your fingers inside of yourself as hard and fast as you could. You could feel the wave reach its zenith...then it began to crash…

And then the door burst open, startling you. Mellie stood there…his cock throbbing at full attention. Withdrawing your hands, you smiled, your eyes running over the face that once was yours, the strong, square jaw, distinct, high cheek bones, and full, luscious, dark lips. The big, brown eyes stared down at you as Mellie's hand slid down his body, wrapping his fingers around his tool and starting to stroke it, causing a dribble of pre-ejaculate to form on the fleshy head, before spilling to the floor in a slender, transparent drool of liquid.

You continued to smile up at him from the bed and spread your arms wide, welcoming him. Melanie smiled back and approached you, crawling forward with aching slowness to nestle between your outstretched legs. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders as you felt his weight on top of you and felt the fleshy intruder poke against your sopping entrance. Mellie looked up at you and caught you lips with his. Your hunger building, you kissed him back, keeping your mouth clamped against his as he pushed his hips forward….

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You opened your eyes to find yourself still in your bedroom. Your boxer shorts clung to you from the moisture that had been extruded from between you legs while you slept. Your breath was coming quick and heavy, your chest rising and falling in rapid pants. One look at the mounds in front of you told you that you were still stuck in your girlfriend’s body. “Fuck…” You said breathlessly, before the pounding in your head began. Hangover…that was all you needed.

Carefully, you slid out of bed and into the bathroom to clean yourself up and find some aspirin. When you emerged you smelled coffee coming out of the kitchen. Resetting the scrunchie in your hair, you pinned on a fresh pair of boxers before depositing the old pair into the hamper, then you opened the doors to the living room and padded out. The floor was cold on your feet. Mellie was not on the couch.

“’Bout time you got up.” He called from the kitchen. “Are you alright? I heard you moaning in your sleep last night. Did you have a nightmare?”

You made your way to the kitchen, where Mellie stood at the stove in a pair of your old gray sweat pants, cooking eggs. Two steaming cups of coffee sat on the table next to a pair of plates. “You look terrible.” He said, turning around and giving you a winning smile. “Here, sit down and have some coffee.”

You reached across and took one of the mugs, wrapping both hands around it to let the warmth flow into you. Picking it up, you took a long swallow. The hot, bitter liquid felt good in your throat. “Mmmmmm…..” You said, rubbing your temple.

“Yeah, I figured you would have a hell of a hangover.” He said, turning off the stove and spooning some of the scrambled eggs from the pan he was holding onto each plate. “Eat this, it’ll make you feel better.” He pushed the plate in front of you before putting the pan back on the stove and pulling out the chair next to you. “You didn't answer my question. Did you have a nightmare?”

“Maybe…but I can’t remember it.” You lied, before taking another sip of coffee. “I feel like shit.”

“You don’t look much better.” Mellie said, sliding a fork in front of you. “Eat something, you’ll feel better once you get some food in your stomach.

Feeling too hungover to argue, you did as you were told, shoveling a forkful of eggs into your mouth. They did taste good. You began to eat faster. Mellie simply raised an eyebrow, before slowly nodding his head, a clear indication of 'I told you so.'

“How about you?” You said, finishing your plate. “How did you sleep?”

“Well that couch is hardly the most comfortable thing in the world.”

“Don’t I know it.” You said from behind his mug, recalling all the times Mellie had made you sleep on it. He stuck out his tongue at you.

“Yeah…well, I slept alright. Tossed and turned a little, but that was it.”

You nodded. “You drank as much as me, how come I feel so much worse?” You said, rubbing your temples.

“Well, you’re missing about 80 pounds of body weight, genius. That might explain it.”

“Yeah…you’re right.” You said, with a sigh. “Well, at least we’ll know better next time.” Then you added, “We should get going. The sooner we get this taken care of the better.”

“And just what did you plan on wearing? You can’t go out of the house looking like that!” Mellie said, gesturing to you with his pinky as he raised his own coffee mug.

“Fuck…I hadn’t given it much thought.” You said, looking down at yourself in the beaten concert shirt and too-big flannel shorts.

“You’re going to have to wear some of the clothes I have here.” He said, a smile growing on his face as your eyes widened. “And I know just where we’ll start….”