The Morning Routine

While Tim’s night had been everything he had hoped it would be, in the morning he knew that he had a job to do. It wasn’t fair to Vanessa to not let her know about his third girlfriend, Rhian. That morning he would have the hard conversation.

Not that he wanted to. Old Tim would have ducked it at all costs. He had never been good at confrontation, he’d always been much better at avoidance. But that was before, and this was now.

Now that things had changed for Tim, that pieces of him had been supernaturally swapped for pieces of other people, he had a new way of seeing the world. Yes, the conversation would be hard, but Tim saw what was on the other side of the conversation. He knew that once they had worked things out, Vanessa would be his in a deeper, more lasting way. And that was something he wanted, so that was something he worked for.

As soon as his eyes opened that morning, Tim slipped out of bed, allowing Nancy to sleep in, grabbed his bag, and headed to the washroom. The urge to fix his makeup was overwhelming, so he decided that he might as well get ready for the day. The previous day he had nervously looked at his makeup supply and wondered how long it would last. For him, it was as essential as food or water. What would happen when he ran out? As an unemployed student, he would have a difficult time scrounging together to resources needed to keep up a supply of high end products like the ones he used. Maybe he could ask his parents to help him out, or maybe one of his girlfriends. Or, heaven forbid, he might have to get a job!

After touching up his face, Tim turned on the shower. Yes, he knew that it was a waste of the makeup he’d just put on, but there was no helping it. If he had the ability to delay doing his face, he would have loved to, but alas as soon as he saw his reflection in the mirror his hands had started automatically.

Washing the sweat and sex off of his body felt refreshing. His night with Nancy, his first night with Nancy, was something he hoped he would remember for the rest of his life. It was hot, passionate, frantic at times. Nancy had been beyond eager, she had been ****.

“Please,” she had whispered after he had cum in her the first time, the two lovers wrapped around each other, entangled in a web of sheets, “please more.”

And so he had given her more. He was no superhero, but he was young. With stimulation, Tim could go again, and Nancy was an excellent resource for stimulation.

He turned the water off and towelled himself dry. The mirror was foggy, so he ran his hand across the glass to show his reflection. As he knew it would have, the makeup he had just applied was gone. He would have work to do.

First he dressed. A fresh pair of panties, a short red flared skirt and white blouse, tailored for his body perfectly, were his selection for the day. He gave a twirl and liked the way the skirt showed off his long, smooth legs, making him feel like a flirt. It would also look great with the pair of heels that he had worn to the house the day before.

Then it was time for makeup. He didn’t even have to think about his routine, despite its complexity. It took time, but soon his face was hardly recognizable from his visage just a couple weeks prior. He gathered his things and walked out of the washroom.

Taking a step out, he realized the hallway was occupied. Just outside the washroom was Vanessa, wrapped in a long warm housecoat, holding a cup of coffee, the matron of the household was leaning against the wall with a small smile occupying her lips.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Good morning to you too, beautiful,” Tim responded, leaning in and giving her a gentle kiss on the lips.

“It sounds like you had a good time last night,” she said, pausing to take a sip of coffee, “I’m surprised to see you up this early.”

“Early bird gets the worm,” Tim said, “I was hoping you and I could have some time together alone to talk before Nancy woke up.”

“I was hoping the same thing,” Vanessa said, her smile growing, but something else was shining in her eyes, something rueful, “I have a pot of coffee on, and just made a pot of oatmeal. Why don’t you head downstairs and I’ll freshen up.” She took his bag from him, “I’ll keep this in my room so you don’t wake Nancy up. I’ll see you in a few minutes, then maybe we can get some fresh air.”

Tim watched her as she left toward her bedroom. Once the door was closed, he took himself downstairs to the kitchen to replenish the calories he had expended while with Nancy the night before. He suspected that something was up, but he didn’t mind. Whatever was up with Vanessa, they would work it out together.

Ignoring the gnawing feeling that something bad was going to happen, he shoved oatmeal into his mouth and drank coffee. Life was good! What could possibly go wrong?