The transformation

Dan felt as though he’d been blindfolded. He tried to bring his hands up to his eyes, but his hands were stuck cupping something smooth, warm, and round. In fact, most of his surface area was exposed to something warm. It was like he and someone else were both naked and spooning, though he wasn’t sure if he was the little spoon or the big spoon. If only he could see, then he could ascertain exactly what the hell was going on.

He tried speaking. He definitely had a mouth, because it was smashed into a crevice on whoever’s body he was unwillingly cuddled up to, but no sound was emitting from it.

“That’s because if you could talk, people would wonder where the voice was coming from.”

And where would the voice be coming from if he could talk? He became aware that he couldn’t feel his legs, and he had seen enough movies to know what that meant. He hadn’t noticed their absence before because in his disorientation, the first things to come to his attention were the things he could feel, not those he couldn’t.

When he tried to take inventory of his body parts, he finished with the task way faster than he should have. He had a face and hands, but beyond that, nothing. He wasn’t sure if he had eyes because he couldn’t see anything, though he had a nose and he wasn’t yet ready to accept the truth of what he was smelling.

“Of course, you have eyes, silly. I’ll take my pants off so that you can see when you calm down a little bit.”

Take her pants off? he thought. And how was it exactly that she knew what he was thinking when he wasn’t able to talk?

“Because the other reason you can’t talk is that it would annoy me eventually, but us being able to communicate telepathically means that I can shut you out at any time, though you can’t shut me out. Are you calm enough for me to reveal what you’ve become?”

Dan felt jean fabric sliding across the side of him that wasn’t exposed to his cuddle-partner’s warm flesh. There was a bright light, and when his eyes adjusted Dan saw his sister standing in front of a full-length mirror. Her jeans were pulled down to her knees and she was wearing a pair of lacy pink panties. He had never thought of her in a sexual manner, but he had to admit that she looked pretty hot.

“Naughty boy!” Kat said.

But if he was looking into a mirror at this angle, shouldn’t he have been able to see himself? He looked down and saw only his sister’s legs.