Yes, she gets curious.

I had been an early riser for a long time, thankfully, so being the first up to check my state was easy. As was becoming routine now, I went to the closest mirror and checked myself. Funnily enough, I looked like a weird hybrid of my real self and the transformation, this time. I was a little pudgy, the large muscles gone, in fact everything below the neck had reverted to normal, except my cock. It hung heavily and lazily between my legs. I envied my image, wishing I'd had the huge member my whole life. Then I noticed higher up, my face was still the new me, too. This was the first time I had held the transformation, even partially, through sleep. That got me excited about the possibilities. Maybe I could make some changes semi-permanently. I fixed the issues and returned to bed with my bulky muscles, laying awake thinking about my game-plan for the week. At around seven her alarm went off, and she shifted, fighting the need to wake up and groaning as she was **** from the peace of her dreams. She rolled over and noticed I was still there then scuttled closer and held me tight, gently breathing me in then sighing happily. I spoke first, nervous to let her speak in case she broached the subject of her weird orgasm the night before. 'Sleep well?'

'Oh, yes. After that, how could I not?' In response, I started running my fingertips up and down her side, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin and her hourglass figure. 'I'm not really sure what happened though. It felt so weird and yet... So amazing.' She looked at me with questions in her eyes.

'About that, can we talk about it later? You have work today, right?' I hesitated.

'Well now you're getting me really curious.' She sat up and studied me. the pause drew out as she considered every angle, advantage and disadvantage. 'I want to know now.' She concluded. 'What happened last night?'

My eyes went wide and I felt a rush of adrenaline, my body going into fight or flight mode at the sudden confrontation. Fear started to rear its ugly head. 'I, um. Hmm.'

She looked shocked now, surprised I was so uncomfortable. 'What is it? You've gone pale.' She moved back a little, scared or wary.

'Look. Can you promise me something first? I know I'm asking a lot but, can you? Please?' She stopped moving away from me when she realised how **** I was being.

'What do you want me to promise? I can't agree until I know what it is,' she reasoned.

'Don't lose it, OK? Just, give me a chance to explain before...' I trailed off a moment. 'Before judging or whatever happens.' I looked down, feeling sad that I might be on the brink of losing this incredible woman. It felt almost like a break up and beyond that, like I was about to live my worst nightmare since that fateful night.

'I can't promise I won't freak out. I promise to try though.' She replied, now trying to reassure me kindly. 'I mean, what could it possibly be?' Did she think I had a deadly disease or something?

'Well, it's better to show than tell, just, give me a chance, OK?' She nodded back. I leant forward and kissed her, hoping it wasn't the last time I would and thought about how I would demonstrate it. The easiest, nicest way. 'OK, here goes.' I breathed in deeply and expelled the air through tight lips, trying to quell my fear and control my stress levels. The hair on my head started to lose its form and went soft around my ears, almost liquid. She gasped and watched in fascination. Just a few moments later, it reformed, now the same colour as her hair.

'Wow. What? What just happened?' She looked at me intently, staring at my hair in the half light of the autumn morning, her head tilted, confused. I stood and opened the curtains a little further to brighten up the room.

'It's not over,' I told her. 'Last night, I did something. Here, look at my hair again.' This time I thought a moment and the same fluffy ears that had graced her head the night before grew on my own head. I twitched them meaningfully then let them fall like a hurt dog or scared fox. I had learnt to use the muscles the day before when I first grew them, so I twitched them naturally, and they pointed in different directions, following noises in and outside the house. She stood, slowly, and made her way towards me. She flicked her hand to ask me to tip my head towards her, so I did, putting my fluffy ears within her reach. She touched them and I felt a shock run through my body as her warm hands explored my downy points. It felt lovely.

'Wow.' She gasped, truly fascinated by the texture, all the while sending shivers down my spine. The main difference between hers last night and mine this morning was that mine were functional ears, not just aesthetic. I could hear her fingers brush over my soft fur and it provided for a very relaxing sensation. 'What are you? Some kind of animal or-?'

I cut her off. 'No, no. Something happened to me. It's difficult to explain but I realised soon after that I had,' I paused, trying to word it, 'some kind of ability, I guess,' I finished. She continued to prod my soft ears but looked directly at my face.

'What else can you do?'

'You're not upset or freaked out?'

She laughed, almost a cackle, 'I don't know about that but that can wait. Right now I'm curious.' With that she stepped back, expecting a performance or something, waiting for me to show her more. I sighed and complied with her request. I went through the process again and the ears disappeared. Instead, falling down from my shoulders, extending well over two and a half meters and brushing over the carpeted floor, I showed her the wings and tail I had conceived. Her mouth dropped open at the extent of the transformation, and she stepped back further, losing her balance as she backed into the bed. She dropped with a yelp onto the bed. Her eyes scanned up and down the massive, beautiful, black wings. 'Wait, are you some kind of demon or something? Are they real?' She started to look genuinely scared and confused.

'No! No, no, no. Nothing like that. I don't know anything about demons. I had a strange experience, OK... I can't explain what happened, just the result I'm left with, now.' I wanted to keep the alien encounter to myself for now thinking it was best for everyone. 'This isn't all, either.'

'There's more?!' She stood, shock but also curiosity playing over her beautiful face. 'What more can you do?'

'I can fully and completely transform my body. Every aspect of it. And there's one more thing that I have to confess.' I paused, knowing this is where the line might be drawn. Would she accept what I had done to her without explicit consent the night before? 'I can manipulate the form and composition of things outside of my body too.'

Silence. She looked at me quietly until about ten seconds later when it clicked. 'Wait, you did it to me?' She was back on the bed again, backing away, getting ready to flee.

'Please, don't run,' my voice broke as tears came to my eyes. 'Don't run from me, I'm sorry. I couldn't control it. It's all so new and you're so amazing. I didn't do anything crazy. You saw the ears on my head, that's all I did. I gave you ears last night.'

She stopped in her tracks and watched me fall apart, what she thought was my usual confidence melting away showing the pathetic man that I actually was. We stared at each other, seconds turning into minutes. She breathed out heavily then stood up on the other side of the bed. 'Show me,' she said, resolute.

'Show you?' I questioned.

'Show me what you did to me.'

'I need to touch you to make it work.' I explained.

'Fine. But go slowly.' She let me approach and I did it very carefully to now scare her away. On the way there, I made my wings disappear, and she almost looked sad to see them go.

'OK, give me your hand,' and she hesitated. After a pause, she raised one hand cautiously. I grasped it carefully and flicked the switch in my mind, visualizing the ears on her cute head again. A few moments later they appeared, this time I had also changed her hair colour to suit them, ginger hair with ginger ears. She looked very fox-like and it was adorable. 'It's done. Look.' I pointed at the mirror on top of her dresser. She clasped it and studied her reflection, eyebrows raised then slowly softening her look as she came to terms with it. A small smile appeared.

'Have you ever done anything else to me?' she asked, serious again.

'No, that was the only thing, minus the hair colour.' I told her. She laughed at my audacity, adding the hair colour despite the situation. But it had been worth it, she looked so cute like this and I think it helped convince her. She smiled again.

'I kind of like this look, I'm going to get my hair dyed. Oh! Wait.' She looked at me, one eyebrow raised.

'Oh, right, no, it's not permanent. At least, not so far. Nothing has lasted that long. Only once so far I've woken up and something has held while I was sleeping.'

She looked confused for a moment then realised what I must be referring to. Her eyes danced around as she considered it and then considered me. 'So wait, you don't look like this normally?'

I blushed. 'Not exactly. But can we keep that one mystery for now? I'm not comfortable sharing that just yet.' I stared, pleadingly.

'OK, but I expect you to come clean at some point if you want this to continue.' She gestured at both of us, her finger moving back and forth in the air. 'And I might have a few requests in exchange for keeping this to myself.' That made sense to me, a fair exchange if I could provide her with something for her loyalty.

'Thank you. Thank you so much. I am so relieved. The thoughts I had were terrifying.' I admitted. Showing I was **** made her smile, her confidence growing. She cleared her throat then pulled me towards her and gave me a hug. I melted in her arms and felt the stress and fear wash over me. For a short while, they got the better of me and I released my frustrated tears onto her night t-shirt.

'OK, Mr whatever you are, I need to get ready for work and you probably have a place to be, too, right?' She was right, it was Monday morning after all. We dressed, and she walked me down to the front door. 'I have a lot to think about, so give me some time. I'll be in touch when I've made up my mind about things.' I grabbed my shoes and got ready to leave. She opened the front door and the cool air flowed in. 'I'm not quite sure how I feel yet.'

'I completely understand. I'll respect your wishes, whatever they turn out to be. Just, please, don't tell anyone.' I begged.

'I wouldn't do that. Don't worry,' she reassured me. I risked trying to steal a kiss, and she allowed it, resting a hand on my arm as our lips met once more.

'Thank you.' I turned away and stepped outside. Behind me, she stood a moment frozen in time as I looked back, wishing to all the gods of old and knew that she wouldn't be scared away, that I wouldn't be abandoned. The door closed quietly once I reached the pavement. I got to my car and sat in it heavily, defeated. A tear rolled down my face again. I unwillingly started my car and drove home, my tail tucked between my legs. Once back, I changed into work clothes, a cheap suit and non-iron shirt, ate breakfast and left again on time for a normal day.