Afterglow

I woke to discover every cell of my body was tingling, as if I had experienced God only knows how many orgasms overnight.

Even in the fog of pleasure, my brain tweaked to the idea that there was no way that happened - I live alone, and hadn’t had a girlfriend in months.

As the fog lifted a little, I first wondered about my chest. I had never had someone play with my nipples, but there was no doubt they were tingling like someone had lavished them with attention while not missing a centimeter of skin anywhere else.

I found something about the feelings I was getting from the area off. I mean, I had a bit of man-boob, but somehow it was feeling like the area was larger than that.

But then I realized something was wrong with the sensations I was getting from my groin area.

Wrong enough that I tentatively worked my hand down towards the area.

And my fingers confirmed what the tingles had been telling me. I no longer had a penis.

I had a vagina, and one that was still vibrating from pleasure.

I let out a squeak, as I realized the truth.

Whatever else happened last night, I had been well and truly . . .

Fucked.