Jon stirred on the bed, he blinked himself awake and tried to remember where he was, feeling something cool on his cheek, he wiped away the drool that had collected there. His right arm was pinned under something, looking down, he could see Karyn was still sleeping, resting over his right side; she looked so content, snuggled up against his breast, using it as a pillow.
With his free hand, Jon cleared the hair from his face and tried to fix it up again, with difficulty, he managed to get most of his hair caught behind his hairclip again, but it was merely a tangled mess that he clasped with the clip, he'd have to fix that when Karyn woke up. Jon missed having shorter hair, he remembered when he was still truly male, all he had to do was wash it and be done with it, minimum upkeep. Jon missed that.
Jon looked down at their entwined bodies on the thread, Karyn's penis was still partly erect on his body, and it seemed so out of place with its curly red hair and obtrusive shape sticking out of his female crotch like that. Long ago it felt normal, Jon felt normal for the first time in as he could remember, but it was Karyn's now, his vagina was now nestled between his lover's legs. Ironically to anyone else it would seem to belong there, but now it was just completely out of place on Karyn as much as a penis was out of place on Jon, but still. Jon wished sometimes he could keep it.
Jon scratched his forehead with one of his manicured fingernails, clearing an itch that was bothering him. Karyn stirred, she yawned loudly, and Jon thought it sounded like a mewling kitten as she rolled over on her right hand side, freeing Jon. He quietly rolled over to the left of the bed and put his feet on the floor. He winced at the loud tapping noise his boots made as his feet made contact with the floor. Looking over at Karyn, he realized that luckily enough he hadn't woken her up. Jon quietly made his way to the discarded pile of clothes at the foot of the bed, Karyn had pretty much wrecked his blouse, he'd have to go get another one from the cupboard, picking up his panties, skirt and bra, Jon gently climbed over the boxes on the floor and into the bathroom.
He shut the door being him and turned the bathroom light on, looking himself over in the mirror. All the facial sweat had messed up his makeup, he looked like a cheap two dollar whore from down the road, particularly around the eyes where the eye shadow had run and made him look like he'd been punched in the face. He sighed as he looked himself over, for years he'd been making his face up the same way every day, doing his hair the way he liked it, but it was so much effort. More effort then he thought was necessary, but he kept it up for Karyn's sake.
Jon lifted his legs up and pulled his panties on, he raised them up his legs and over his crotch, annoyed at how they were crushing his penis. Jon was tempted to go and borrow Karyn's underpants for a while; her panties weren't really panties as much as larger underwear that moonlighted as panties for her. After a few more tries at trying to get comfortable Jon got annoyed with himself and took the panties back off.
He sat down on the toilet in just his boots and said quietly, "You can have it back"
His crotch was suddenly back to normal, his vagina framed with blonde hair was back between his legs where it belonged; but it still didn't feel right.
I want to be me again, he thought.
There was a bit of a mess he had to take care of, his mess. Jon grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned himself up. Finally satisfied, he got off the toilet and put his panties back on, satisfied that they now fit him comfortably. A few moments later he had pulled his skirt back up and fixed his bra. He adjusted the bra until it fit comfortably again and then looked back in the mirror.
With a few more minutes of effort, Jon had managed to get his hair back the way he liked it. Two ponytails looped back on themselves and lifted up to the back of his head with a hairclip. He'd also cleared off most of the makeup from his face, not bothering to reapply anything for the time being except for his peach flavoured lipstick.
With a once over in the mirror, Jon was satisfied with his appearance, he turned the bathroom light off and walked back into the bedroom, Karyn was still sleeping on the bed, completely naked, her penis back where it belonged now. Jon quietly crept to the cupboard and retrieved a plain white blouse, slipping it on; he buttoned it up and headed back into the living room.
Jon helped himself to a cup of coffee and sat down on the couch, he picked up his iPod that was sitting on the table beside the couch and put it in his ear, flicking it to random, and he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. Sex with Karyn was great, he hadn't felt like a man in a long time, and who could blame him, he technically wasn't even if everyone referred to him as such. He missed the old days.
I want my body back, Jon thought to himself.
