The call of nature

In the early hours of the morning you wake up cold, disoriented and with an urgent need to drain the snake. Then you remember your current situation. 'Drain the snake' isn't the right phrase. What the heck do girls say?

You've been lying on top of Trish this whole time - probably the only reason either of you aren't frozen stiff. Carefully you lift yourself off, managing not to wake your exhausted partner. There's quite the slimy mess between Trish and you, courtesy of your ass having been battered so hard that it's still unwilling to close without some input from your conscious mind.

It takes a bit of searching to locate your clothes by feel. You get out your cell phone, nearly blind yourself, then use it to find your way along the forest trail a little ways, taking a little offshoot to make sure you're well off the path. It takes a little guesswork to determine the best way for a girl to pee without a toilet - not an easy thing given that you're barely awake. Before returning to Trish you're lucky enough to find some soft leaves that you use to clean yourself up.

Still, you're cold and naked in the dark forest. Getting dressed doesn't help much. Which kind of leaves you stuck. Your cell phone says 5:30am, so dawn isn't that far away. It looks like you'll be awake for the change back from girl to boy. You're not entirely sure that's something you want to experience, but so be it.

You drape Trish's clothes over her to keep her warm. You do have to leave her crotch bare - any clothes that touch that puddle would be too soiled to wear home. To help warm her more you snuggle up beside her. It feels really nice, cuddling with your lover, drinking in her scent, leaving your scent all over her. Then you realise how weird it is for a guy to think that way and find something else to occupy you.

You remember the pictures Trish took of your tattoo and spend a while staring at it, trying to come up with any kind of clue about the symbols, anything that might help you figure out who the mystery woman is. You still have some unfinished business there.

When the sky lightens enough that you start to think of this as morning rather than extremely late night you nudge Trish awake. She stretches, smiles and comments, "Hey, still a girl." With a sigh you explain how you're not sure when exactly you'll change back, but for now you'd really like to get back to her place for a shower, some food and a chance to sleep in a real bed.

Trish's stomach grumbles in agreement and she quickly cleans herself up enough to get out of here. The path back out is tricky in the dim light of early morning and the trip back in the car is boring, but the hot, steamy shower when you get back is well worth it. As are the two bowls of cereal you wolf down. Even though you're soon going to be a man again Trish insists on picking you up bodily and carrying you up from the kitchen to her room. Despite yourself you find it incredibly romantic.

But the ultimate pleasure that morning comes from Trish's soft, thick sheets and her plump mattress. Having 'exercised' for most of the night both you and Trish are attracted to her bad like magnets to iron. Your last thought before sleep claims you is that perhaps you won't get to feel yourself changing back into a man after all - and you're fine with that.