After the nap

You wake up an indeterminate time later, and find it hard to move. It's not due to Bob, though, as he's half twisted around, snoring worse than the one time you two got totally hosed on Tequila and Jagermeister.

You've had neither again, to this day.

It's hard to move because your hips are slightly cramped. Damn, they're sore. In fact, your ass hurts a lot too! You smile though, it's a good kind of sore. You look over at Bob, and smile at him, running your polished nails through his hair. He stirs only slightly at your touch.

There are important things to take care of though, so you manage to crawl out of bed, and hit the bathroom. You think about it for a moment, then sit down to pee.

Bob wants a girl? You'll be a girl then, dammit!

After you flush and wash, you check out your reflection in the mirror. The eyebrows could use a bit of tweezing, and a little foundation could cover your sparse beard... but all in all, you just might pull it off.

You head out to the front room and grab your bag and clothes, then head back to the bathroom to gussy yourself up. Halfway through, Bob mumbles something as he comes in, and takes a piss... barely even noticing you there. Damn, he must be tired. And... Wow, that's a nice looking cock! Even soft, he's still at least 5 inches, and you know for a fact that he grows at least half again that!

You glance at yourself in the mirror, and take in the lipstick, the blush, the feminine hair, and wonder when it was you started thinking cocks looked nice. Huh. Weird, that one.

You walk behind Bob, and nibble on the back of his neck. He shivers as he giggles... and apparently, he's ticklish too. Placing one hand on his pecker, you help him aim to the toilet while you give him a hickey on the back of his neck.

"Damn, girl" he mutters, obviously enjoying this, "Talk about a cock hungry whore!"

And... you think about it for a moment. You are cock hungry, and it's Bob's cock you want so badly.

After he finishes, you wiggle it dry, then turn him around, your hand still holding his growing member.

He looks you down, and up, and whistles. You've got the skirt, the half-open blouse, and the stockings... and no panties. Something that little bastard Mister Yoinkers seems to appreciate! Bob leans forward, kissing you, and you lean into your man as reality slips away yet again in his delicious embrace...