That evening...

When you woke up, it was dark and cold. A faint breeze caressed your bare skin, courtesy of an open window.

Wait... your place didn't have open windows! Where were you?

As you got up you felt a foreign jiggle on your chest. Oh, right. The events of the day came flooding back. Bianca had asked you to see her at work, which lead to you going to see Fennel and her new invention. It had been a body swapping device, and you had ended up swapping bodies with her for a day. Then, you had gotten 'home', and proceeded to furiously masturbate until you passed out.

Yeah, that sounded about right.

You stood up, admiring the reflection of the naked Fennel. Shame it was so cold...

Deciding to dig around for some clothes, and maybe get something to eat, you made your way to the closet. The idea of going out as Fennel didn't appeal to you, so you figured you would just stay in. That meant you could wear basically whatever!

The first thing you chose was a pair of cream sweatpants. You slipped them right on, skipping panties entirely. After all, why did you need them? Plus, you couldn't get away with wearing pants like this without underwear normally because your dick would keep finding creative ways to get stuck. But since you were in Fennel's definitely-female body, you would take advantage of the lack of anything hanging between your legs.

Second, you actually managed to find the matching top to those sweatpants. Again, you put it on over your bare naked body. This, however, you soon regretted as your nipples kept rubbing against the inside, and it was not comfortable.

"Hmph. Bra it is then..." you muttered, before digging out the sexiest, most see-through bra you could find in Fennel's collection. It was black, very thin, and you could see everything you wanted through it.

"Maybe... maybe this is enough" you smirked, admiring your reflection - boobs contained but not exactly hidden, and very comfortable sweatpants. Honestly, you thought you looked pretty damn hot.

Then, you made your way to the kitchen. A girl's gotta eat, right? You giggled to yourself at that thought.

In the fridge, you found a portion of leftovers of what appeared to be spaghetti and meatballs. You reheated it and ate it - you were actually hungry, and it was really good.

After your dinner, you continued to look around the kitchen for something else. You found a bottle of wine - pretty decent-looking bottle, too. Judging by the fact that there were several of them, you figured it wasn't a gift or anything.

You popped open the bottle and poured yourself a generous glass. Then, you took the glass and bottle to the couch, and turned on the TV. The only thing that didn't seem completely mind-numbing was a movie about a Pokemon Trainer named Ash. Based on a true story, apparently.

However, the TV was mostly for background. You leaned back into the couch pillows, taking regular sips of your wine. Pretty soon you had finished your first glass, and poured another. The hand that wasn't holding the glass found its way into your pants - another advantage of no panties - and idly fiddled around with your vagina.

The combination of wine, and your curiosity as you explored anatomy you'd only had for less than a day, lead you once again to moaning, and significantly more... aggressive exploration. TV and wine forgotten, you once again proceeded to **** your newfound pussy until you, for the second time in one day, passed out in Fennel's body, hand between your legs.