Think about cleaning my new body, both inside and outside.

"Uuuuuuggghh..."

With my elbows over the knees and both my hands clenched over my forehead, I make one final push.

*plop*

".......haaahhhhhhhh...."

The drastic relaxation of Emily's sphincter after I've finally emptied everything in the toilet makes me shiver all over. And as I straighten my petite frame with an absent-minded expression in my borrowed face, my new body finally allows my bloated bladder to discharge its liquid content.

*ppsssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh...*

I feel the piss coming out, messy and abundant, from a place way lower than it should be as far as my male awareness goes. It feels so weird... like it's coming out straight from my urethra instead of first going its way through the little hose that every male in existence has between his legs.

"I miss my dick..." I mutter in a very soft voice. "...pissing as a girl is so messy..."

I'm not even sure if I mean what I just said or if I was just filling the silence with some empty words. However, I'm way too relieved to actually care. And as a shiver runs through my new body, I can't help but chuckle in delight.
I just feel so... weightless. I mean, Emily's body already felt light as a feather. But now, after I've finally discharged the aftermath of yesterday's feast, it feels like I could touch the ceiling with even a tiny little jump.

"So nice..." I say with a cute long sigh escaping my lips.

After a long pause, I finally decide to carefully wipe my ass and flush the toilet, praying internally so it doesn't clog. That would've been more than a little problematic.
I let out a sigh of relief when it doesn't. And it's then when I finally decide to undress. I can't wash myself with all these dirty clothes still on me after all.

Still... I'm about to see Emily's naked body. And I can't help but feel a pang of guilt at the thought of voluntarily undressing a girl other than my girlfriend. But what can I do? This is my body now, so it's not like I'm cheating on her or anything remotely similar.

"I wonder how Nadia is doing..." I whisper to myself while slowly taking my clothes off. It's been more than a month since I suddenly disappeared. I wonder if she looked for me, or if she still is...

Meeting with her is one of the many things in my bucket list. But before I do that, I need to take care of my lack of information. And before that, I ought to take care of my hygiene.

"..Haaahhhh.... Look at this..." I mutter in a breathless voice while finally looking down at Emily's naked body from her own point of view.

She is... like a doll. Smooth pale skin over an almost flawless figure. Emily's curves are modest, but unmistakably feminine, with tiny perky breasts and a rather abundant bush of dark pubic hair being the only attributes that give away her actual age.

This isn't the first time I see a naked woman from up close, but not even in my wildest dreams did I ever thought that someday I would have the chance to experience their nakedness as one of them.

"This is..." I slowly raise Emily's tiny hand and gently stroke one of her modest breasts. "..hiingh!" I jolt at the unexpected sensitivity. "......mmmnnhh.... heheh, woah! This is... quite nice."

So weird. I don't remember Nadia's tits to be this sensitive, or at least she didn't show it when I stroked her chest. Could it be that Emily's breasts are more sensitive than normal? I don't think I used too much strength though, so that might just be the case.

Regardless of my personal thoughts, I'm still smiling like a jackass.

"I guess that, since they're so small, it's only fair they're this sensitive." I ponder aloud, openly mocking Emily's petite physique. "Now, let's see..."

I put all the dirty clothes into the correspondent basket and open the shower tap, enjoying the simple feeling of moving this body while being totally butt-naked. It's such an otherwordly experience being so light and smooth all over. My movements are quick and unbothered, there is almost no weight to pull or to be dragged by, no extra bulk or added burdens over my thin flawless frame.

Although, unconsciously, I still try not to close my legs too much. The absence of testicles still freaks me out somehow, even after all I've been through. It's like I can somehow feel their presence, but every time I try to physically feel the organ that should've been there, there is only air. Is this what they call 'ghost limb syndrome'? I don't know, but I want it out of my head.

"So damn annoying." I say, looking down at the flat surface where my penis used to be.

I immediately decide to open my hand wide and firmly slap it over my crotch area.

"Iighiiihhh!!" I yelp when a shiver courses through my body, right after the palm of my borrowed hand enters in contact with Emily's pussy. This feels so weird, holy crap!

I'm trying to **** my mind to accept the fact that there is nothing there, but I didn't expect it to feel so uncomfortable.
I still press my hand even further and even rub the place up and down while chuckling in good spirits, determined to get used to my feminine private parts no matter what.

But then I realize that I'm rubbing a place completely covered in old piss and that I came here to wash it away in the first place.

"Ugh."

My smile freezes, and I decide that it's about time I step into the shower.
However, when I do exactly that and put Emily's head under the warm water...

"Aagh!! What the heck?!" I exclaim as vision gets all foggy and a stream of water splashes over my eyes.

I quickly realize my mistake. My dumb ass stepped into the tub with the glasses still on. And before I can catch them, they slide over my nose and fall to the floor.

*crick

"No!" I immediately crouch and grab them. But when I try to assess the damages, forcefully squinting my eyes to try and see through Emily's foggy vision, I notice a few cracks on one of the glasses. "Uuuugh, you have to be fucking kidding me..."

Now this is very frustrating, and I find myself puffing and cursing through my teeth while I stand back up.
Now what do I do? I can't see shit with Emily's poor vision. How does this girl even manage to wash herself? I just hope that she has a spare glasses somewhere in her room, or else...
...wait a moment, what is this?

"Huh? What the...? Ouch!" I suddenly exclaim while rubbing my nose bridge.

There is a very odd feeling coming from inside my head. It feels like there is something wriggling and moving right behind my eye sockets.

"Ouuuugh! What now?!" I tightly cover my eyes, feeling the pressure and the tickles increase without a clear end.
It comes to a point when it's starting to feel painful and overbearing, almost as if my eyes are about to pop out of their sockets. "Aaaaagghh!!"

But then, just as quick as it appeared, the off-putting sensation fades away, and I find myself blinking in surprise, wondering what was that all about.

"...Eh?" I blink a few more times and take a good look around me.

Everything suddenly seems clearer. There is no blur or fogginess and I can clearly distinguish every shape without forcing my vision. It's like when I was still wearing my glasses, or even better.

"...What is happening?" I say in a breathless voice while looking at Emily's glasses, which I'm still holding between her hands. Now I can clearly distinguish the extent of the damage without difficulty.

What is this? Why is my vision fine all of a sudden?! Did this shift had something to do with the movement I felt from inside my head?

"Maybe... Maybe I did that?" I mutter in realization, remembering the fact that my actual parasitic body is nestled inside Emily's head.
I actually don't know how far my tentacles have spread around her body or the extend of the changes I've provoked in her organism.

I stare at the nothingness while trying to remember the strange feeling, and then try to focus on the exact same place behind my eyes where the movement came from.

"Ack!" I yelp in surprise while placing a hand over my temple.

There it is! The same wriggle I felt before! Like little tendrils playfully rubbing my eyeballs from behind!

"Oh crap, it feels so weird!" I exclaim, laughing nervously.

But the weirdest part starts to show up after my little experiment:
Right after I possessed Emily, it took me a long time to awaken every one of her senses and form the proper connections to move her human body as it was my own, probably using my own lifelong memories of living as a human male as a blueprint to develop my awareness and quickly adapt to this new organism (although her female parts were clearly not accounted for)
But it seems like that was only the starting point of my... let's call it evolution.
Because right after I stop moving those little tendrils behind my eyes, there is a sudden shift in my own physical perception, a new level added to my own awareness that tells me that those same tendrils aren't limited to just my head. I also feel them down my neck, over my upper torso, my arms... and a whole lot of them all around my spine.

I gasp for air and cover my head while crouching under the shower tap.
I'm more than a little bit overwhelmed right now, and it takes me several minutes until I start to calm down.

"..holy shit... holy shit..." I keep repeating in Emily's weak voice, knowing very well that all those little tendrils are an extension of my own slug body.
I'm not just a little parasite nestled inside this girl's brain. I've completely invaded her body! And I keep growing, like a creeper over a big tree.

I laugh in disbelief and look at my trembling hands. I can feel that my tentacles are reaching as far as her wrists, so maybe I could try this...?

With a mental command, I order my tentacles to move. And immediately after, I notice two dark lines turning visible under Emily's skin.
Those lines start to wiggle under my baffled eyes, like dark worms under a piece of wet tissue. It's the grossest, most upsetting thing I've ever seen, but I can't help but laugh like a maniac.

I think I'm losing my mind. But I'm clearly not. This, is my new reality.

Oh fuck, what do I do now...?