A royal wake-up

You start going through all the things you used to love the sensation of, and more specifically if Liz had inherited the hangover you were expecting how best to handle it. You whip up a concoction of Gatorade and ibuprofen, and pull out a tube of chocolate chip cookie dough. You were a sucker for the smell of fresh baked cookies, but these 'cheater' cookies would have to do in a pinch.

A more naughty thought enters your head next, you LOVED it when Liz woke you up with a blowjob. The thought of taking a dick, even if it was your own, into your mouth kind of weirds you out but weirdly your body seems to flush at the idea. Your nipples slightly harden and your face feels warm as you ponder waking Liz up with your lips. Another realization hits you, just as you now have Liz's taste for coffee, perhaps your newly operated body also has her taste for other things.

One of the greatest facets of your marriage had always been Liz's genuine love of sexual intercourse, in all aspects. She hadn't approached that aspect of 'wifely duty' as obligation, but more as honored privilege. Liz had always seemed to want to do things that would have damn near made a porn star blush. To that end, your new body has obviously excited itself at the mere consideration of initiating an 'oral alarm clock'.

As you continue to fantasize, wondering just how this will taste with Liz's profound sense of taste and what about it must turn her on this much the timer on the cookies goes off pulling you out of your daydream.

You pull the cookies out of the oven, let them cool just a moment to allow them to transfer to a plate, prepare them nicely, take a deep breath, and gather the drink, the cookies, and your wits and make your way back to the bedroom. You open the door to see your body still asleep, laying atop the covers in just a pair of boxers.

As the smell of the cookies wafts over, 'you' begin to stir. "That smells heavenly" a deep voice (your voice?) mutters groggily. Setting the Gatorade and the plate at the bedside you swallow any remaining nerves and stare toward the barely clothed form in front of you.

"Honey, wake up." You say, and then slide into position between the legs of the body you had known to be yours for the first thirty years of your life.