Whatever part of Jeff that still existed in the slightly alchol addled mind was slowly being put away. Every minute that Jeff had been the beautiful young woman it had felt more and more natural, as though it was supposed to be.
Janet, the woman created on a whim with no history, was slowly taking over. Jeff still remembered who she had been, but Jeff didn't exist anymore.
Janet took Carls hand and moved it to her breast. "I suppose that we could walk the waterfront," she said in a sulty voice as she moved her own hands down to his belt, "Or we could stay in and try something else."
Carl smiled as she removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants. It was only moments later before the pair of them were laying on the bed, naked. Janet felt shivers of pleasure as he rubbed her breasts. She spread her legs wide and felt him enter her, pumping hard.
It was over all too soon. Janet felt a waved of pleasure that she'd never felt as Jeff. They held each other for hours, having sex a couple more times before the sun went down. Finally, exausted, they fell asleep in each others arms.