The morning after the night before

Adam groaned as the alarm buzzed beside him. He felt groggy and out of sorts, and his body seemed to not quite fit right.

"Turn that off," came a sleepy masculine voice next to him.

Adam jolted upright and then grimaced as memories from last night washed over him. He looked down at his dainty hands, or rather, Beth's hands, and tugged down the bottom of her oversized t-shirt.

"Babe, can you please turn the alarm off?" the masculine voice pleaded.

Adam's eyes snapped over to Bill's face, which was twisted up in discomfort. Helen was clearly suffering the effects of the significant amount of **** she had consumed the night before. Adam, on the other hand, aside from the alien feelings and sensations his new body brought, felt surprisingly good. His drinking last night had been in his own body, after all.

He reached out and picked up Beth's phone, silencing the alarm. Holding the device, his eyes were immediately drawn to the photo of Beth and Bill on the lock screen. They were on a beach somewhere, the sea behind them. Beth was wearing a bikini, her thick and curvy figure proudly on display. Bill, meanwhile, was sporting a tight pair of trunks that hugged his groin. Adam felt his cheeks grow warm as he admired the bulge that stretched the fabric. A strange, but not unwelcome, sensation of arousal grew between his legs.

Adam shook his head, his mind clearing. This wasn't him feeling attraction to his friend, these were Beth's emotions.

'This is going to take some getting used to,' Adam thought.

"Ugh, I'm never drinking again," Helen groaned, bringing Adam's attention back to his girlfriend's new male body.

Helen rubbed her eyes and sat up, stretching her back. Her large bare chest rose and fell, drawing Adam's eyes.

"How are you feeling, Adam?" Helen asked, her deep masculine voice breaking the silence.

"Fine," Adam replied, trying to sound natural. "I guess I'd better get ready for work."

As he mentioned work, he was suddenly assaulted by a flood of Beth's memories and thoughts. He pieced together that she worked at the local supermarket. It was a mind-numbing job, but it paid the bills.

"Me too," Helen said, easing herself up to lean against the headboard. "Hey, I'll be seeing 'Adam' today. That's going to be weird."

Adam's brow furrowed, but Helen was right. Thanks to the magic of the spellbook, his own body would be puppeteered by some sort of magical spirit. Before Adam could respond, Helen spoke up again.

"Well, hello soldier!" she exclaimed, looking down at her groin. She had pulled the duvet away, and the tentpole of her morning erection was straining against her boxer shorts.

Adam felt himself growing hot again, a tingling between his legs. He couldn't help but notice the way the tip of her cock pressed through the fabric, the shape of the head visible.

"This is weird," Helen laughed, cupping her bulge in her hand. "I can't decide whether I should jerk off, or take a cold shower." She looked over at Adam, and raised her eyebrows. "Do you fancy giving me a hand? Or a mouth?"

Adam found his hand reaching out to touch the tent of her boxers, his fingers grazing the fabric. He could feel the heat and stiffness of her cock beneath. He looked up at Helen's face, and was met with a wicked grin.

"Go on," she urged, nodding her head. "Have a little feel." Helen slipped her fingers into the waistband of her shorts, and eased them down her thighs, her stiff cock springing free.

Adam's hand trembled as he touched her, his fingers curling around the shaft. The skin was hot and smooth, and the whole thing pulsed and throbbed under his touch.

"Oh god," Helen moaned, throwing her head back. "I can't believe this feels so good."

Adam gripped her harder, eliciting another moan. He tried to forget he was touching his workmate's cock, and focused on the moment.

"Fuck, this is amazing," Helen gasped, her body twitching. "Keep doing that."

Adam's heart was beating a mile a minute as he started to stroke her cock, his hand gliding up and down the shaft.

"Mmm, Beth, your hand feels amazing," Helen groaned, her voice breathy. "But I bet your pussy would feel even better."

Adam looked up at her, a nervous smile tugging at his lips.

"Why don't you come and straddle me," Helen suggested, a wicked gleam in her eye.

Adam's eyes darted between her face and her stiff, throbbing cock. His own desire was burning between his legs, and it seemed his lust was taking control of his body.

Adam released his grip on Helen's cock and crawled up the bed. He pulled down his jogging bottoms and exposed his wet and dripping pussy.

"That's it," Helen growled, her eyes locked onto Adam's shaved and glistening slit.

Adam positioned himself above her, his knees either side of her hips, his hands pressed into her bare, hairy chest. He peaked down between his legs at her stiff, throbbing cock and swallowed.

"Go on," Helen urged, her eyes filled with anticipation. "It'll be amazing."

Adam reached down and wrapped his fingers around her hard, pulsing shaft. He guided the tip towards his opening and then pushed his hips down.

"Oh god," Adam moaned as the head slipped into him, a wave of pleasure rolling over him.

"Holy shit," Helen gasped, her body twitching.

Adam lowered himself further down the length of her shaft, feeling every inch penetrate him. It was like nothing he had experienced before, his whole body trembling in pleasure.

"You feel so good," Helen whimpered, her eyes half-lidded, her voice weak. "I-I'm gonna..."

Helen's whole body tensed up as she let out a deep guttural groan. Adam felt her cock pulse and spurt deep within him.

"No! Stop!" Adam yelped, feeling the sudden warm wetness flooding his insides.

He was too late. Helen's climax had already taken hold, her cock spurting her seed deep into his cunt.

"For fucks sake, Bill!" Adam cursed, leaping off the spent and shuddering cock. He slapped Helen on the arm, as familiar yet foreign frustration welled up inside him.

"Oh shit," Helen panted, a dopey grin on her face. "Sorry. I guess I was a bit too excited."

"A bit?" Adam huffed, clambering off the bed. "I'm getting showered. Don't join me."

"Aww, but-"

"Nope!"

Adam stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Again, a wave of Beth's emotions hit him, and he was flooded with her indignation and frustration.

"Ugh, fuck."

He looked down at the thick, sticky mess that was smeared over his groin and thighs. There were also dried traces of his own orgasm, the memory of which seemed distant and vague.

Adam pulled the t-shirt off over his head, and walked over to the mirror. He stared at the reflection of the curvaceous, brunette woman looking back at him, her full, round tits still heaving and flushed.

"Fucking Bill," he muttered under his breath, his hands cupping his sensitive breasts, his fingers brushing over the stiff, brown nipples.

'You'd think he would have more self control,' he thought, as his hands roamed down his soft, feminine body, coming to rest on his plump, wet cunt. 'Ugh, his cum is leaking out of me.'

Adam sighed, the unfamiliar sensations of his female form filling his mind.

'Well, I'd better get cleaned up.'

He stepped into the shower and switched on the water. He jumped at the cold touch, and shivered as the cool liquid splashed against his bare skin. After a few moments, the water began to heat up and warm his body.

Adam's hand wandered back down between his legs, the water washing away the thick, sticky fluid. He was amazed at how good it felt, his finger tracing along his slick slit. The feeling was so intense that he had to **** his hand away and grab the soap.

'Get a grip, girl,' he thought, lathering the bar in his hands. 'I mean guy. I'm a man. This isn't my body, it's Beth's. And I'm not Beth.'

His hands glided over his skin, suds running down his body. His nipples were still hard and erect, and they brushed against his palms. He tried to focus on getting clean, and not on how good it felt to touch himself, or how much he wanted his hands to wander between his legs and-

"Shit."

He rinsed the suds from his body and turned the shower off.

He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He ran it over his body, drying himself off. Then he grabbed a second towel and began to dry his long, wet hair.

"Babe, are you nearly done?" Helen called out, her voice muffled by the closed door. "I'm going to be late for work if you hog the bathroom much longer."

"I'm done," Adam called back as he opened the bathroom door. Helen was standing just outside the door, still in Bill's naked body. Her cock was soft and flopped limply between her legs, the head glistening and shiny.

Adam tried not to look at her groin, and instead walked past her into the bedroom. He felt his body start to go on autopilot as he went through the motions of getting ready for work. He sat at the dressing table and brushed out Beth's hair. Next, he started to apply make-up, the movements automatic.

He started to think about what he was doing and smudged his eye-liner.

"Ugh," Adam huffed, reaching for a wipe to remove the mistake. He quickly realised he needed to stop thinking and let Beth's subconscious guide his actions. At least whilst he was applying make-up.

Allowing himself to stop thinking, Adam was able to complete the rest of Beth's routine without any further errors. By the time he had finished, he had a full face of make-up, and his hair was styled.

"Beth really puts a lot of effort into her appearance," he mused, examining his reflection. "But it's totally worth it. I'm fucking gorgeous."

With a smile, he moved to the chest of drawers and picked out some underwear. Beth's underwear drawer was a treasure trove of frills and lace, and he spent a few moments browsing the selection.

Eventually, he selected a set of black lace knickers and a bra. The lingerie felt amazing against his skin, and hugged his borrowed curves perfectly.

Next, Adam walked over to the wardrobe and opened the doors. He was greeted by a sea of colour, the rail lined with dresses, skirts, shirts, and blouses. Unfortunately, he had **** but to pick out Beth's supermarket uniform. A bright green polo shirt and some black trousers.

Adam pulled on the clothes and examined himself in the mirror. Despite the less than stellar outfit, Beth was still incredibly attractive.

"Damn, I've got a great arse," he commented, turning to see the way the fabric of the trousers clung to his shapely behind.

"You certainly do," Helen replied, appearing in the doorway, a towel wrapped around her waist.

"Well, I'm off to work," Adam said, checking himself one last time. "I don't want to be late." He picked up Beth's purse and phone, and walked up to Helen, kissing her curtly on the cheek. "Bye, hun."

Adam swiftly left the bedroom and made his way downstairs. He pulled on a pair of Beth's flats and left the house.