You stretch your back, and you experience the sensation of your feathers spreading and rustling whilst your muscles spasms in bliss. The night had been long, as a result of you constantly waking up when another part of Mike's tail got stuck underneath you.
Jessie was still fast asleep, and you didn't want to wake her up. But today you had a lecture in the afternoon, and you wanted to be fresh and showered when you arrived there, and most of all, back in your own body.
Crawling onto the cold wooden floor, you found your clothes, as well as the small remote still tucked into the front pocket of your jeans.
You didn't want the experience of Mike's vagina hanging loose inside your boxers again, so instead you sneakily stole a singe pair of black panties from one of Jessie's drawers. Putting them on, you found that it was a snug fit. You did put on the rest of your own clothes though, and made sure you wouldn't lose your own boxers in the process. If Jessie wanted her panties back, she would have to visit you sometime at your own place. That was why you picked up a pen and silently tore off a small piece of paper and wrote down your address on it. You hoped for a visit soon.
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"Mike? I'm back." You called upstairs in your new voice, as you locked the apartment door behind you. You removed the bra, glad you were finally back on safe soil, and dropped it onto the floor, along with the jacket you'd worn on your date.
[i]'Oh, that's Jessie's bra,'[/i] you realize, as you look at the piece of underwear on top of the leather fabric of your jacket. You shrug. All the more reason for her to come back for you. And if she didn't visit, you could always find her apartment again, or visit her workplace, however stalker-y that sounded.
There had been no reply from upstairs, but you did hear a faint snoring sound coming from Mike's bedroom. He must still be asleep then. You feel at the remote tucked inside your jeans' front pocket, and decide you want to change back to normal again.
Upon opening the bedroom, you see the two devils sleeping, probably naked underneath the covers.
All you needed though, was to swap back, and the changing clothes were never included with the remote's swaps, so this was a job easily done. Mike first.
You let out a sigh of relief, as you feel the changes all over your body. While you're transforming, you head over to the bathroom to check your familiar self out. You come across a familiar face, a handsome looking fellow, albeit with a drastically flattened chest. Letting out some air in the form of hums, you hear your own masculine low voice come through your throat, in contrast to the gentle soprano from the girl at the bar, who was probably still sporting that incredible giraffe's neck right now. Your stomach felt sober again. Although you had been sober for some time already, you were now also rid of any aftereffects from ingesting too much alcohol in one evening, like those trademark hangovers. You swore they were getting worse and worse the older you got.
One thing you had forgotten as a result of the haze coming from your hangover headache, was that you were currently still in possession of Veronica's luscious Latina legs. Veronica being Mike's girlfriend and all, you can't help but marvel at the beautiful shape of her legs through your jeans. Hence you unbutton them. The sight you got when you turned around was unpleasant though. A bit nauseating as well.
Mike had slept with Veronica obviously, but either the one in possession of the pussy was on birth control pills, or the two of them were playing an incredibly risky game as young adults. You noticed the flaky traces of dried cum that had come along with Mike's swap. Not wanting to touch it, you head back over to your roommate's bedroom, walking with legs spread slightly wider to avoid the odd chafing feeling, and swap back your own legs with Veronica, who still sported your original pair.
The last thing you'd expected though was, when performing the swap, you were met with genitals entirely unfamiliar to you, e.g. a set of balls, and a hard, throbbing cock.
Something happened during your night out, and the equations didn't add up.