I woke up from a late night with a stretch in my bed. As I pulled off the covers, I kicked the remainder and felt something a little odd as my feet rubbed against each other in the action. I pulled my feet out from under the sheets and stared at them with a start.

"These are not my feet!" I said to myself.

My normally large and hairy feet were now small and smooth.

I considered my new apparent appendages sticking out from my hairy ankles as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. They seemed so small and delicate. As I wiggled my seemingly cute-looking toes I considered their looks, stark contrast from how they looked before. Aside from my feet originally being large and hairy with a fair amount of calluses with a painful hang-nail on the left toe had disappeared and in their place these new feminine feet were smooth and well cared for not seeming to have seen a day of work ever. Even the nails were perfectly manicured and finished off with a glossy pink polish. I reached forward to confirm this with my hands and just before my hands engulphed my dainty little feet I

woke up with a start. I breathed heavily with a sleepy sigh as i propped myself up and pulled my covers off me and uncovered my feet to see my normal large hairy feet. I groaned as I fell back and wrapped an arm over my eyes. Maybe if I could fall back asleep soon enough I might be able to see them again. Those small delicate womanly feet.

They might not have been my feet but I wished I had more time with them.