I woke up this morning and discovered that it was happening to me again.
I'd been "with" my current girl-friend for six months. Six months of affection with my under-current of anxiety and worry, waiting for an expected disaster to strike, when I finally relaxed my guard with Joanie... and now this.
Given how my last girlfriend had reacted to this kind of event, my heart was in my mouth, albeit not literally, as I awaited Joanie's awakening.
That may explain why I was so tense on this morning, ready to climb out of bed, when Joanie rolled over to me and started to cuddle up and, with the differences her dozing body felt in me, she woke up. Suddenly. Though, in hindsight, it may not have seemed to her that she was fully awake.
Unlike my last girlfriend who just started screaming at seeing me, Joanie smiled and said "Wow, what a great dream, Buddy. C'mon, boy, lick me," she said, then sighed, adding "... and I hope this dream lasts..."
All right, so maybe I had a bit of time before she freaked out, so I moved on the bed and approached her bottom.
Given the changes, it wasn't easy to remove her panties, so I had to shred them. The moment my tongue reached her got her to moan out a happy sound.
I was faced with two complicated tasks: First was bringing Joanie to climax. This was usually not much of a problem. Second, though, was to learn how to use this different tongue to do the first. It was strange how the first task made the second easier as my lover would shift and moan, giving directions, just like she did for me in my usual guise.
She may have thought she was asleep, but she got into the dream-like attention I was giving her. My hope was that, when she was fully alert and oriented, given my attentions to her, that she'd be more accepting of who I was, even if the what might vary.
My hearing, along with my sense of smell, was far more acute than I was really used to which made her wail of completion almost painful.
As she calmed down she finally looked carefully at me, suddenly realizing that she wasn't merely completely awake but that I'd apparently been replaced in the bed. She continued looking me over as I sat on the bed, panting, my body relaxing, awaiting her explosion.
Instead I heard the gently spoken question of "Jack, is that really you?"
Smiling seemed impossible so I nodded. I'd already come to the conclusion that speech would be beyond me in my current form.
"Cool," she added. "How often does that happen?"
Hell, I couldn't even shrug. I let my tongue hang out so she'd know that me speaking wasn't likely.
"How come you look like Buddy? He's been dead for a while."
Heck, I couldn't even do a convincing stare, yet. I got up, jumped off the bed, and headed for the bathroom. Given my experiences, albeit limited, no matter what I looked like, I still had to pee. This wasn't an easy operation but I also knew I'd be back to normal within a couple of hours. The toilet seat wasn't easy to deal with but I was soon able to take a leak before knocking the seat back down for my lover.
The good news, for me, was that it was a Saturday, so I didn't have to go to work. I had time. The question still in the air for me was whether Joanie would give me that time.
Once I finished draining my bladder, I looked up to where Joanie had just walked into the bathroom. She smiled down at me as she moved to use the toilet herself, complimenting me on my aim, adding "Yeah, you ain't Buddy. Don't leave me yet," she interrupted my plan to stalk out of the room. "Sit!" she commanded, pointing to a spot on the floor.
This wasn't my idea of having fun and I really wasn't in a mood to be particularly cooperative, so I did my best to just stare at her.
She sighed, pointed to the spot by her feet again, and said "Please sit there, Jack. I need you to wait for me."
Well, that was far more polite, so I did as she asked. I really wish I was able to talk but couldn't make any useful sounds yet. I felt her hand on my head and neck, soothing me. It was very re-assuring.
She finished her use of the toilet, got up, washed her hands, looked back at me, and said "Follow me, please."
I padded along, following her, able to smell renewed arousal from her loins, startling me when she climbed back on the bed on all fours. She looked back at me.
There should be no doubt in your mind that I was confused. I couldn't figure out what she wanted. Joanie tried to solve that dilemma for me. "Oh, c'mon, Jack! Can't you tell what I want?"
I shook my head, confused. This was surprisingly unexpected behavior since this didn't sound like rejection, my usual feeling. So she growled at me before she clarified what she wanted of me.
"Jack, I can't believe you're so fucking dense right now. I want you to fuck me, doggy style, please hon?"
Whoa! This was different! For someone expecting rejection, this wasn't just mere tolerance, exceeding even the ultimate fantasy of acceptance, but enthusiasm? Interest? Desirability? She wanted me! This way!
Well, with such a clear indication of her enthusiasm, I'd have to qualify as an idiot if I hadn't followed through.
I'll have you know that I am not a complete idiot.
With my expectations of rejection suddenly lifted, it didn't take long for my current body to reach full readiness to carry out her wishes, and, so, with her demand in mind, I jumped up on the bed.
I'll tell you right now that I had to take a lot more care than I usually needed to get our parts lined up and meshed.
Wow! This felt good! And with Joanie talking to me and telling me how good it felt, too, telling me she loved me, before she started moaning.
Joanie is an example of the perfect "fantasy" woman; she has never taken long to "warm up" sexually, and, today, between my earlier efforts to lick her into shape, she was showing her characteristically steep arousal curve, something that had attracted me from the first time I'd noticed it. It didn't take long for her cries to reach a crescendo-- more than once-- while I spent time mindlessly pounding into her body at a far more furious rate than I'd ever believed possible.
As much as I wanted to add attentions to make this a more wonderful time for Joanie, I still didn't have enough of my mind left over from the sensations I was feeling to give her any other teasing, but...
Joanie didn't seem to notice any shortfall. In hindsight, I'm not even sure she had any more brains to notice that I hadn't tried to do much more beyond pounding my dick into her wet pussy.
After I followed her into a climax-- all right, so, as usual, I lost count of how many times she achieved a screaming release-- I was surprised when I couldn't pull myself back out of her body, so I lay on her back and pulled her over to our side so we could spoon. It was in this process that I found my hands had been fully restored and I used them to arrange us both in a comfortable spoon position. It was still hard to concentrate on anything but where our bodies were joined given how her vagina was still squeezing me, maintaining a serious level of distraction.
Suprised as I was that this was the shortest time that I'd ever been something or someone else was new and reassuring to me, so I kissed Joanie's shoulder and neck as she slowly returned to earth.
I was sure happy.
This one episode showed me that one of the last things to return to normal was my dick; it took another couple of minutes to return to human form so that it could soften up, minutes where Joanie was still panting away as her body kept spasming.
When she finally came down enough to talk to me, she asked, quietly, perhaps with some anxiety, "How did you do that? How did you turn yourself into my old dog?" It was like she worried about me being upset with her.
As if. Yeah, right. She's never been the dog, here.
"I don't know, hon. Remember I mentioned Tina, my last girlfriend? What I didn't tell you was that she freaked out when she woke up with me as her younger sister. And Anne before her? She couldn't cope with me as a pre-teen boy from one of the seventh grade classes she teaches." I shrugged. "I've got no idea why or how. It seemed to only happen when I was happy... and then my life would turn into shit again. I have no idea why you didn't freak out, hon, though, but I'm really glad you didn't. I love you..."
Joanie sighed, shifting closer to me, pullng my hands around her. "All right, I wasn't completely out of my dream, so I was a lot more accepting of you that way. Given how worn out I am now, though, I don't think I could handle it well if you woke up as Buddy every day, but, now, hon..."
I heard her sigh, triggering a spark of anxiety that ran down my back, just before she squeezed my hands again.
"Love, don't ever leave me, all right? Yes, I dreamt of having sex with Buddy, and I hope that doesn't freak you out. I hope you won't freak out given that I managed to train him to lick me and even to fuck me... but with you driving it, it felt different, you see, so much more, well, loving."
She paused. I took the opportunity to kiss her neck. I had no idea just then how reassured she'd be by my acceptance of this previously hidden portion of her history, as if it was much of a problem. I was the freak here, not her.
"We have to play with this, all right, Jack? There are some things I'd like to try. Are you OK with this?"
That felt like good news, to me. It seemed she wasn't upset over this oddity. "Yes, it's OK with me, hon."
"Good," she said, then "I love you," just before she faded into a nap, taking me with her.
Later that day, as we talked about my "problem" and history, she seemed to smile more and more at me. She surprised me with some of the stories of her history, too, but it was reassuring that she showed so much comfort with how much of a freak I was.
We had a vigorous time that evening and I faded to sleep all tangled up with her, feeling so very happy and loved.
There must be something special in loving and feeling loved that enabled my little quirk to work.
Sunday morning I woke up to find that I was a copy, more or less, of Joanie, herself. It could have been funnier given how she had her first lesbian encounter with... ahem... herself, if we could have told someone the story and been believed. I was told it wasn't going to be the last time for us and I agreed that it had been fun to not just have the different parts and pieces, but to actually see what they feel like when properly used. I shifted back into myself within minutes of climaxing.
Even with all of the activity in the morning and during the day, it still surprised me over how enthusiastic Joanie was for us to fuck each other's brains out Sunday night. I went to sleep feeling very happy and content.
Monday morning I woke up with a larger than usual dick.
All right, much larger than usual.
It's amazing that it fit into her at all.
I can't really complain about this jump in size but it was a good thing this change faded after I'd filled her up with my semen, for I really would have had a problem fitting my regular clothes, and, really, I suspect you can understand why I sleep nude.
After a pleasant time cleaning each other in the shower, we made it out of the house and off to work.
Mind you, she did mention being sore. It bothered me when it seemed she was walking funny.
Her soreness was gone that night and she made sure I was happy and content by the time we got to sleep for the night.
Tuesday morning I was a copy of Joanie again. That's when I was truly introduced to her toys... and one was the size I'd been on Monday morning.
It is good that soreness fades when I return to my normal form. Joanie envied me that ability.
Joanie and I experimented with this odd talent. It may be magic but there have to be rules which we really needed to discover.
Joanie's efforts to hypnotize me into changing shape didn't work. I didn't have any control. Oh, sure, she had no problem hypnotizing me, but nothing I could feel would make it possible for me to change.
A sudden insight on Joanie's part later, she turned it around and, using self-hypnosis, found a formula that made a difference.
We learned that I took the form of the last lover she had in her dreams. By focusing on one particular person or animal in all of her sexually charged dreams I would awaken in the form she chose for me.
It took some time and experimentation for her to be able to choose who (or what) I'd awaken as the next morning. I had little problem cooperating with her, of course.
Heck, one night we arranged to tape ourselves as we slept. I didn't realize how many shapes I took as I slept, all of which Joanie could explain to me, usually while blushing.
Once we had some idea of how to manipulate this whole process, we had a lot of fun. I've woken up as a lot of different people, usually after we watched a particularly arousing porn flick.
Not only have I been other people-- male and female-- but I have also woken up as other dogs, too, even as a tiger and being a half-human rabbit was fun, too. More fictional forms, like Vulcans, Minbari, were... interesting. Waking as a cloud of luminescent gas was strangest of all, and I had to wait the full "recovery" period since there was no way for me to truly climax in that form, even though I was able to do a lot for Joanie that way.
Yes, I've even awakened as the occasional cartoon and anime character, though Joanie has a good imagination for filling in the naughty bits. In fictional forms my genitalia tends to match my "real" equipment.
The oddest thing is that Joanie seems happy with how I can wear the form of someone-- or some thing -- else when she wants me to be. Finding that she's happy because it is me behind the mask makes me feel good.
She's also told me that she's not letting me go and that she'd prefer to be stuck with me for life.
Given what we've been learning, well, I was sure happy.
The morning after our wedding, i was surprised to wake up in my natural form. I thought at first, perhaps by getting married, this ability had been removed. By the look of Joanie's soft and knowing smile as she woke up, I could very easily guess the efforts she went to.
For the rest of the honeymoon I kept waking up as me, enough that I was really hoping I wasn't going to change again. Each time I brought this up she'd smile that smile at me.
I could swear I've seen that smile before but could not remember where, perhaps in a famous painting somewhere...
Once we got home and settled in, I finally recognized that smile of hers. It's hanging in the Louvre, you see, worn by Da Vinci's Mona Lisa.
In other ways, well, we were back to normal, where I'd be someone or something else though far more occasionally than before.
My favorite mornings?
When she's obviously dreamt of me as me, so I wake up as me, with my wife cuddled up close and happy.
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