Jon woke in a confused haze. The last night's dreams had been so intense and so weird. He couldn't recall much of the specifics but he remembered feeling so very small and helpless. And most of all he remembered the paralyzing pleasure that left him barely able to think coherently.
Reflecting on the strange dreams, he took notice of his surroundings. A pair of smooth, toned legs stretched out in front of him to either side. Above him was translucent white fabric with sunlight filtering through. Had he fallen asleep under his bed sheets? Jon reached up to pull the sheet back, or tried to.
Jon was bemused for a second when his arm refused to cooperate. Then he was shocked to find that he couldn't feel his arms. He paused to consider his surroundings again. The long legs extending beneath the sheets in the distance... Karyn's? The tang in his mouth that seemed reminiscent of stale pussy? Jon would have gasped if he still had lungs. It wasn't a dream. He was his girlfriend's genitals and would remain so for a month.
Jon heard a yawn and saw Karyn's legs stretch, her wiggling toes tenting the sheet in the distance. Apparently they had both regained consciousness at the same time. This was probably for the best as spending the night awake while she slept sounded even more boring than being trapped under her chair while she did her homework
The sheet flew off. Jon was momentarily dazzled by the morning sun through the bedroom window. Apparently Karyn had gone to bed naked after last night's activities. As she sat up in bed, Jon caught a glimpse in the mirror of her face and bouncing breasts. Then he was facing the floor again, with nothing more interesting to look at than her toenail polish.
Karyn put on a pair of slippers and a lightweight robe and strode into the bathroom. Jon was mentally prepared as she sat on the toilet, but the experience was thoroughly unpleasant all the same. Once she was done, he looked down at her bathroom tiles and listened as she brushed her teeth and rinsed. Jon found himself wishing that she would rinse his mouth out too; he was still feeling sticky and a bit ripe from the events of the night before. He really needed a shower.
That, it seemed, would have to wait. Karyn was back in her room, finding clothes to wear.
