Afterglow Part 2
Author's note: I had no intention of continuing this story, but people seemed to want to know more, and my muse agreed.
I was still laying in a strange bed when I heard a voice say, “take a drink, it will restore you.”
There was a tall glass filled with blue liquid on the nightstand beside the bed.
There was something in the voice I trusted, so I drank.
The liquid warmed me, and revived me.
I called out to the voice, asking “What’s happened to me?”
It responded, “I will be able to answer your questions soon. For now, know you are safe.”
I believed the voice.
Then I realized I needed to use the washroom, which meant I wasn’t in heaven.
After I navigated the challenges of a women’s urinary system, I took a moment to look at my new body in the bathroom mirror.
I was . . . cute.
Blonde hair down to my shoulders, green eyes that didn’t need glasses.
And freckles.
I had a LOT of freckles, and not just on my face.
Suddenly a memory from last night came back. My partner, whoever that was, had made a game of finding, and kissing, every freckle on my body.
With that memory restored, I realized I had been wrong about what had happened.
I had not been fucked, or screwed.
I had been made love to, in the best sense of those words.
Especially the word . . . Love.