Wake up

You wake slowly, sunlight filtering through the blinds in soft stripes across your bed. Your body feels… heavy. Not just the usual post-sleep grogginess, but a deep, full-body ache that settles in your muscles and joints like you spent the night working out. You stretch experimentally under the sheets, and a sharp, tender twinge blooms low in your belly—right at the very core of you, as if something has been pressing or rubbing insistently against your cervix for hours. It’s not quite pain, more like a raw, over-sensitive chafing that makes you wince and curl your knees up instinctively.

You shift again, and notice the dampness between your thighs. Your G-string is soaked, clinging uncomfortably, and when you reach down you feel a sticky residue on your skin—warm, slightly tacky, concentrated on the outside of your folds and along the curve of your ass. The scent is faint but unmistakable: sex. Musky, salty, male.

Your heart gives a little stutter. Did I… have a really intense dream? Flashes come back—heat, pressure, being held down, a deep, rhythmic fullness—but nothing clear. Just sensations. You sit up carefully, thighs pressing together, and the ache deep inside flares again, a dull throb that feels like something large stretched you for a long time.

You glance down. There’s a faint wet spot on the sheets beneath your hips, but it’s not the massive flood you half-feared. The mess is mostly on the outside—streaked across your skin, dried in your ass crack, your folds slick with your own juices.

Probably just a crazy realistic wet dream, you decide, cheeks heating. This body is way too sensitive. I must’ve been grinding against the mattress or something all night. The idea embarrasses you, but it’s easier to accept than any darker alternative. You’ve been on edge since the transformation—constant low-level arousal, hormones going haywire. It makes sense you’d have an intense night without even waking up.

The cervical tenderness worries you for a moment—that feels like I took something big and deep—but you push the thought away. Girls get sore sometimes, right? Especially when everything’s new and hypersensitive. Probably just from clenching so hard in my sleep.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed, standing gingerly. The ache pulses again with the movement, a reminder that your body was very busy while your mind was out. Your aroused pussy releases a small bead of clear mucus down your leg.

Gross, but… normal. Totally normal.

You grab a clean pair of panties and a fresh shirt, heading for the shower to wash away the evidence of whatever your subconscious put you through last night. The hot water soothes the soreness a little, and by the time you’re done, the strange tenderness has dulled to a background hum.

You tell yourself it was just a dream. Nothing more.

You successfully made it through the first day. Tomorrow morning you'll be back in your own body. As long as nothing unexpected happens in the next 24 hours.