Time for yourself

Lying in Milla's bed, the fabric of her sheets soft against her skin, you're acutely aware of the newness of this body, the alien contours and sensations that are now yours to explore. As you settle in, the dampness you'd noticed earlier seems to have followed you, a persistent reminder of the physicality of being Milla.

You shift under the covers, and the sensation of the sheets against Milla's legs sends a shiver up your spine. It's a curious feeling, one that's both foreign and intimate. The wetness, a natural response of Milla's body to the excitement and adrenaline of the transformation, is something you've never felt in this way before.

With a cautious curiosity, you allow your hand to slip beneath the waistband of the pajamas you've put on. The touch of your fingers against the sensitive skin there is electric, and Milla's memories provide an instinctive map of how to explore. You trace the lines of her hip bones, move inward, and the sensation intensifies.

The feeling is overwhelming, a mixture of Milla's innate responses and your own burgeoning curiosity. The memories that come flooding back with each gentle touch are vivid—flashes of Milla's private moments, her secret desires, her understanding of her own body. It's a strange amalgamation of her experiences and your consciousness, and it leaves you breathless.

As the exploration deepens, the sensation of being Milla intensifies. Your breath hitches with each subtle movement, each gentle caress eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. Her body responds eagerly, as if it's been aching for touch, for acknowledgment of its needs and desires.

The wetness is now more than just a sign of your body's physical state; it's an invitation, a call to delve into the depths of pleasure that this form can offer. Milla's memories guide you, a silent whisper of encouragement, as if her essence is there with you, showing you the way to her own secrets.

Your fingers move with a purpose now, driven by a blend of your curiosity and her knowledge. The touch is tender yet insistent, and you find the spot that makes Milla's body sing. The rhythm you fall into is both natural and learned, a dance of fingertips on delicate skin that sends ripples of pleasure coursing through the body you inhabit.

The building warmth in the pit of Milla's stomach spreads like wildfire, consuming you with its intensity. You chase the feeling, the growing tightness that promises release, and your body arches instinctively, seeking more. The sensation is magnified by the fact that it's not just your pleasure; it's Milla's as well, a shared climax that bridges two identities in a single, shuddering moment of ecstasy.

As the wave crests, you surrender to it, allowing the pleasure to wash over you completely. It's a climax that feels like it's been waiting for you, for Milla, for this convergence of circumstances that brought you here. The release, when it comes, is both profound and shattering, leaving you gasping for air, Milla's heartbeat thundering in your ears.

In the aftermath, you lie still, Milla's body spent and satisfied. The room feels different now, as if it's witnessed something intimate and transformative. You're filled with a deep sense of wonder at the experiences this body has allowed you to feel, and the line between Lasse and Milla blurs even further.

The pen that gave you this opportunity lies forgotten for the moment, as you're enveloped in the afterglow of a profound connection to the life you've temporarily borrowed. You know there will be consequences, decisions to be made, but for now, they can wait.

Sleep eventually comes, pulling you into dreams where the boundaries of self are fluid, and you can be anyone and everyone. But when morning comes, the reality of your situation will return, and you'll have to face the world as Milla once again.