It took a moment for Nick to remember what happened, and to realize that he was at home and still looking like Megan. Though he discovered that apparently Megan's hangovers are just as bad as his own, he wanted to take stock of things.
He noticed that the twelve hours were up, but he felt that he had missed out a bit when he had passed out last night, and figured another half hour or so wouldn't hurt. He went to the bathroom (awkward!) and then the kitchen and had some instant coffee and orange juice, which definitely took the edge off the hangover.
Now, Nick went back to the bedroom, gazing into the closet mirror at Megan's face, a little worse for wear, but still pretty. Dismissing the silk sheets for the moment, Nick felt the silk teddy and definitely approved of both the look and the feel. He posed seductively in the mirror a bit, then decided to go topless. Immediately, the teddy melted away, leaving him in nothing but some simple silk panties.
He posed some more, cupping his breasts in his hands and enjoying their feel. He never complained that Megan wasn't bustier, but now that he had to carry them on his chest he was downright glad of it, and they certainly felt big enough in his smaller, female hands. Suddenly, out of the blue he thought about how his penis would feel much bigger too, and then imagined holding it briefly, which seemed to merge with the vision of Megan holding it, so that for a moment he imagined himself as Megan holding a penis facing him. A brief flash of... something... went through him, and his nipples were as erect as pencil erasers, while he started to feel moist between his legs.
There was a brief moment of shame, but then it was quickly replaced by some more interesting thoughts. Nick went over to the bed, and thought of himself (as Megan) naked, and a moment later, he was, with no trace of the silk panties that had become wet.
Facing the mirror, Nick cuppped his breasts some more, and then started feeling for the clitoris that he knew was there. It seemed easier to find from this angle, and the sudden rush was electric. He let out a soft, feminine moan, and started moving his finger more rythmically. The sight of a naked Megan moaning in the mirror turned Nick on even more, with her head thrown back and her neck exposed, and her tits ripe.
The feeling from her nipples and she played with them heightened the feelings from down below, and before long an intense feeling was building up inside her, making every inch of skin feel like it was on fire and in a cool bath at the same time, with the feel of the silk sheets caressing her legs. Soon, the feeling started to quickly ripple upward, and just as Nick caught a good view of himself as Megan in the mirror, with her mouth open making "Oh's" of pleasure, The image popped into Nick's head of a penis sliding in and out of that mouth, and Nick could almost feel it between those lips. Just then, the building wave exploded through Nick's brain, releasing a seisure of ecstasy that caused the woman on the bed to clench and twitch for a full minute.
Out of breath, Nick just lay there experiencing aftershocks for several minutes, stunned by the newness of it all. It had all happened before Nick had time to feel anything odd about imagining sucking at a man's penis, but now, gradually, Nick stared to wonder, though the memory of those crazy sensations held at bay any serious shame or embarassment at the thought.
Still, he thought to himself, perhaps this body was starting to have a deeper effect on him than he thought. He knew that he had to feel that again, he had to experience those sensations again, but a creeping fear started to get a hold of him and he thought that while he did not want to give that up, perhaps it could be postponed for a bit, and maybe it was time to turn back into Nick Masters, just to get back some male perspective.
His purse from last night was laying beside the bed, and he reached in to pull out the medallion...
