Just before passing out, Nick thought about how Megan talked about the feel of silk against her skin, and sure enough, as his eyes closed and a small smile painted that feminine face, flowing fabrics melted around the unconscious woman, and soon Nick was now wearing silk panties and a silk teddy, but then the flowing continued and engulfed the whole bed, leaving soft, luxurious silk sheets covering both the bed and Nick's sleeping female form. Soon, a very unfeminine snoring came out of Nick's throat, and a passed-out Nick slept soundly, while the hours passed.
Slowly, as the morning light shone full in the face of the sleeping, silk-covered form, Nick started to awake, feeling the aftereffects of the gin.
With dishevelled hair, the woman on the bed roused enough to loook around, and then look down.
"Huh? Where?"
