The first thing Jon noticed as he awoke was the feeling of something pressing into his back. The second was the feeling of someone behind him. Jon rolled over on his too-small bed and found a sleeping redhead in the bed with him, Emily. He looked down and saw the semi-erect penis hanging from between her girlish thighs and remembered the events of last night. He’d not only received and made an unexpected confession of love just before turning in; he’d also had one of the most interesting experiences of his life.
Emily was still sleeping soundly next to him, a small amount of spittle trickled down from the corner of her lip. He gently caressed her face, brushing aside a small strange of rogue hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. With a small amount of effort in scooting down the bed, Jon managed to extract himself from the sleeping woman and stand up to take stock of the situation.
The first thing he could feel was a strange trickling sensation in his vagina, not the same as when he was aroused previously, this was something inside him.
Oh crap, Jon thought, That’s cum... That’s her, or my, cum, in me now. We didn’t use a condom last night
Jon was a little worried about the possibilities of what may have been the result of their unprotected escapades but he comforted himself with the knowledge that the wishing stone can at least correct any ‘accidents’ that may occur. He grabbed some tissues from his desk and dabbed up the rogue remnants of last night that were starting to dribble out past his overly sensitive labia. Figuring not to disturb Emily by undoing the swap and making her uncomfortable he went to have a shower.
Jon finished his post-lovemaking shower, the sound of birds outside and bright sunlight reminded him that he really didn’t’ get all that much sleep last night. He was feeling tired as he scrubbed down his body, making sure to pay close attention to his womanly parts between his legs, gently as to not inflame the already sensitive region, he massaged and plied out all the nooks and crannies he had access to, cleaning everything as best he could. Not having had much experience in the situation however, he felt confident he’d successfully cleaned up all the leftover mess from last night.
“Jon, breakfast is ready!” he could hear his mother shouting from downstairs.
Amazingly, the family didn’t hear Jon and Emily’s escapades last night, not sense anything was amiss. Jon smelt amazing scents coming from downstairs, but he really shouldn’t leave Emily alone. Despite wanting to let her sleep longer, he wasn’t supposed to have anyone over, let alone women. With a grumbling stomach, Jon headed back to his room.
Let sleeping Irishwomen lie was the tortured phrase going through Jon’s head as he saw Emily still curled up on the bed. He gently touched her shoulder to shake her away. She groaned and rolled over, presenting her back to him. Jon leaned over and nibbled on her ear.
In a flash, her eyes opened wide, in shock, awaking in an unfamiliar area, Emily tuned to Jon with her eyes wide open, “What happened? Where...?” she started, before stopping and looking down, the sensation of morning wood rousing her memory, “Oh”, she said, gingerly touching her semi erect penis.
Jon gestured to the door, “come on, go have a shower quick, everyone’s awake”, he said.
Emily glanced around the room, looking at Jon hastily before bolting out the door towards the other side of the hallway. When he heard running water start, Jon looked around his room and picked up all the clothes on the floor from last night, putting Emily’s in a pile and his in his could only be colourfully described as a laundry basket.
He went to the dresser and pulled out some underpants and shorts, in the middle of sliding them up his legs, he realized that they may not quite fit him right, with the lack of a penis in his front now, the pants would seem a little lose and baggy. Shrugging, he pulled the underpants up over his vagina anyway, snapping the band against his waist. Followed by his shorts, and a t-shirt sooner after.
While looking himself over in the mirror, noticing that despite the absence of his dick, he didn’t look that different while fully clothed, Emily came back in the room, drying her hair with a towel she’d taken from the bathroom. She looked around at her clothes and started to put her own back on, slipping the blouse over her head followed shortly after by the hoodie. She reached down to put her panties on, only to find that the new penis she was currently sporting did not stick in it particularly well, poking out around the fabric and causing discomfort, despite the fact that it was no longer hard.
After a moment of thinking about it, Emily decided to forgo her panties and stuff them in a pocket of her hoodie, slipping her pants back up and buttoning them closed in front of her. Noticing a bulge in the front of her pants, she pulled the hoodie down over the front of them to attempt to disguise the fact that she had extra equipment there. Next she slipped on her sockettes and grabbed her black ankle boots, looking at Jon expectantly.
Jon stepped out into the hallway, checking the coast was clear, before gesturing for Emily to follow, he could have sent her out of the window the same way she came in but it didn’t feel appropriate after last night. After carefully manoeuvring down the stairs, Jon managed to get Emily to the front door undetected. Emily slipped on her boots at the door and was about to step out before Jon said something unexpected.
“Wanna stay for breakfast?” he asked her plainly.
Emily looked at him oddly, “Seriously?”
He nodded in response, “It’s only fair after last night”, he said, adding, “And we do have a few things to talk about still”, gently tapping her penis through the bulge in her clothes.
She looked at her boots and after a brief moment, deciding what to do.
