The Best Part of Waking Up

“H-hey... a-are you awake?” came a nervous voice.

Jayne’s eyes fluttered open. She was on a bed. Her limbs were unbound. The sheet she was on felt exquisite, she thought it had to be really expensive. A warm blanket covered her and it slowly dawned on her she didn’t know where she was. She cautiously rolled her head towards the direction of the voice only to find herself nose to nose with a blonde woman she couldn’t quite remember.

She would’ve jumped at that if she had energy for it, come to think of it she could barely move her arms or legs, “who are you? Where am I?” Then she noticed an IV drip, clear fluid making its way down the tube attached to her. Jayne briefly wondered if she was in a hospital until she took in her surroundings. The room was stark white. Clean to a fault, she was on a comfortable bed, so that was a strike against the hospital theory. Instead, it seemed to be a small one-room apartment, an open door nearby leading to what looked like an equally white, clean, bathroom. There was a small kitchen with a bar countertop, but the dining room and living area had been converted to a makeshift laboratory. ‘Please don’t tell me I’ve been kidnapped by a mad scientist now...’

“I suppose I don’t mind telling you... again. You’ve been through quite an ordeal. I’m Tasya Grothia, I go to the same school as you. I was simply coming in early to do some research. You’re in my apartment right now...” Tasya furrowed her brow, “because you were quite insistent on not calling the police or taking you to a hospital. Perhaps now that you’re more lucid you could elaborate why?”

Jayne swallowed, her voice still felt a little horse, “it was the Victoria Greer and her sycophantic bitches... it’s been this way since high school. I thought... I thought college would be better. Different. Instead, it’s worse. You can’t call the police... her dad is a friend of the town’s sheriff, not to mention a contributor to his election campaign,” she frowned deeply.

Tasya seemed to be studying her, “I see. Then I can safely assume that this was not the result of consensual activities?” she asked analytically rather than judgingly.

Jayne looked at her in disbelief. “NO! They tied me up, shoved all their stupid sex toys on and into me, and stuffed me in that locker!” she shouted, as much as her voice would allow, and found herself unable to sit up.

“Please be calm, Ms. Bronwen,” she had identified this victimized woman from her student id still inside her jacket’s inner pocket.”I- I’m sorry for causing you any undue stress,” Tasya was flustered “I wanted to be sure.” She noticed Jayne struggling, “oh... don’t worry you should be moving again soon. I had to give you something to get you to hold still so I could treat you. The IV is because you were... Uhm. Seriously dehydrated.”

“You **** me?” she asked, but it was more a statement of fact than a question. She couldn’t muster any anger at the woman who had delivered her from her own private hell.

“N-no-no!” Tasya stammered, her pale cheek flushed red, “I-I mean... y-yes?”

It was then Jayne brought herself to get a full look at Tasya and take in her features. She was petite, fair-skinned, save for her cheeks right now, hazel-eyed. Her blonde pixie-cut hair paired well with her round face but sharp features. Her features and name hinted at Greek... maybe Slavic heritage.

Jayne eyed her bare shoulders and then the blanket, “I’m naked under here, aren’t I?”

“W-we-well, I-I-I- had to ch-eck check f-for d-d-damage,” both women blushed brightly this time.

With her face almost as red as her hair, “well... I am, damaged?” ‘Damn’t Jayne...now is not the time or place...’ she thought and bit her bottom lip as she felt her loins stirring. Her cock had decided to erect a tent under her blanket.

Tasya had noticed too, and she was speechless. She pressed her legs together tightly trying to deny a growing warmth, ‘is she propositioning me? What’s wrong with her?’ she felt the moisture between her legs. ‘What’s wrong with ME?!’

Finally, she managed, “I uh... no. Y-oou seem quite fun-functional.” she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the bulge. Her normally analytical, rational mind had checked out with a note promising to be back later. She had taken the liberty of helping to clean the poor woman up, removing the ‘marital aids’ that were left inside of her. She’d noted how exceedingly rare it is to find a fully functional hermaphrodite. Honestly, she wouldn’t mind studying her, if she’d allow it. ‘Yes. Study...’ she lied to herself.

“I can’t really handle this myself, don’t make me beg for help, please” Jayne implored, honestly it was true that it was Tasya’s fault she couldn’t do anything about it herself, but she still felt like she was manipulating this woman. This poor flustered woman, who had saved her. ‘I should feel guilty... but the d wants what the d wants.’