It was the morning light through the curtains that first woke Astrid. He lay in Zoe's bed, spooning his daughter/sister tightly while she held the one hand that was cupping one of her breasts. Something was different.
Astrid wasn't a morning person, so it took a few moments to figure out what it was. He lay next to his twin sister, enjoying the warmth of her body which had lessened the feeling of rejection he had received from his wife the night before. Zoe seemed much the same as she was the night before, still in her nightgown, although it had ridden up above her waist. He knew because his morning wood was pressed against her rear end.
Morning wood?
Not wanting to wake Zoe he looked down at himself. He was male. His body had returned. Whatever had changed him from the neck down the day earlier was now over, and he was a man again.
And naked.
And spooning his daughter.
Zoe moaned slightly and leaned into him, allowing her behind to grind into him for a moment. She must still be asleep, he told himself and he unconsciously ground right back into her. He sighed at how good it felt before snapping out of it and realizing what he was doing.
"Alex?!"
The sound of his wife's voice from the door behind him shocked him. Yes, Alex, that had been his name before Zoe changed it to Astrid. Why had he let her do that, anyway?
"What the hell are you doing??" Her voice was frantic. Astrid disengaged himself from Zoe, who was now awake and looking at her twin sister (as Astrid still thought of himself) in horror.
