I rolled over in the bed, laying on my side, and cracked an eye open to look at the clock. 12:38. Sleep wasn't coming easily. Which made sense, considering I was in a weird place in a weird body. I took a deep breath and sighed, trying to ignore how much everything smelled like Gavin. Tossing the cover aside, I slid my feet to the floor and stood from the bed.
Creeping out of the room, careful to try and not make any noise, I started wandering. It was a habit I had fallen into over the past couple of years. Going for a walk or even just wandering the house would help settle my mind. Carefully, I crept down the stairs and peered into the living room. I could just barely see Gavin over the back of the couch. I listened for a moment, then made my way closer.
He was completely asleep, breathing deeply. He had gone to sleep with a blanket but it had been knocked onto the floor at some point over the last couple of hours. He had taken off his shirt and pants and was just in his boxers. My eyes drifted to the bulge at the front, lingered on the fly where it was held closed by just a little button. How the opening wasn't quite perfectly closed, and I could peek in and...
I shook my head, tearing my eyes away. Why was I thinking like that? I wasn't gay, I was a guy... A guy that was engaged to another guy, technically. Transformed, left with breasts on my chest and a pussy between my legs. I folded my arms and tried to ignore how the action squeezed my new assets, then let out another sigh. I rounded the couch, picked up the blanket and put it back on Gavin, then made my way out of the room. No deeper meaning, he had just been cool to me so far and didn't deserve to be uncomfortable or anything.
Making my way back to the bedroom, I fell back into the bed and looked at the clock again. Just after 1. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind, hoping sleep would come.
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