John awoke face down with hair in his face. He rolled over, feeling his breasts move as he brushed his hair out of his vision. Looking around the room, he took stock of the situation. He was still female, naked in a room that was not his own. The previous nights events started to replay in his head. He pulled off the covers, and looked down past his breasts to see his vagina, but couldn't see it. He got up, and tried to find his shirt. After a few minutes, he grabbed one of Doug's and peered out the slightly opened door. He smelled bacon and heard Elvis playing. He opened the door quickly and shuffled to the bathroom. He took off the shirt, and tried to look at his vagina in the mirror. After some maneuvering, he saw it and the white crust mixed in with his pubes. Oh no! It really did happen! thought John as there was a knock at the door.
"Morning Sweetheart. How do you like your eggs in the morning? Fertilized or unfertilized? Just kidding, I made the scrambled. They are ready when you are, hot stuff."
"Be out in a minute," replied John, sitting down on the toilet. He spread his legs and hesitantly touched the white substance, causing it to flake off into the toilet. He closed his legs and went to wash his hands. Looking at himself in the mirror, he saw a woman in an oversized shirt looking back at him. A woman who just had sex with a man. A man who sprayed cum into the woman. The final gear turned, causing the "joke" to replay. A woman who could have a fertilized egg this morning! The medallion doesn't work on pregnant women! Am I making eggs? How long until one is...fertilized? were a few of the thoughts that ran through John's mind as his hand touched his lower abdomen. He had to change back fast. Taking a deep breath, he turned the doorknob and left the bathroom.
"You look good in my shirt, gorgeous," said Doug, causing John's cheeks to flush.
"Mornin' Doug, sorry, but I gotta go," replied John going into the bedroom to get his daughter's pink shirt, finding it torn down the front. He had a vague memory of Doug ripping it off last night, causing John's nipples to harden. He lamented his body betraying him and he decided to take the shirt he was wearing. He went out of the bedroom to find his jeans, finding them on the floor next to the couch. He pulled them up and around his hips, albeit with difficulty.
"You having trouble with those jeans? Your mom hips are nice and wide, real easy to grab, as you know from last night. Ready for bacon?" offered Doug, once again causing John to think about last night before blurting out, "mom hips?"
"You know, like on woman who has had a kid, but you were so tight. It was amazing. Best of all worlds babe."
John kept his comments to himself as he buttoned the pants and went to his purse. Everything was there, so he took out his phone and an arranged an uber. When the sound indicating the ride was there, John grabbed a piece of bacon and left to Doug saying, "Call me! John has my number!"
