That night, you both went to sleep at a decent time since staying up 2 nights in a row having sex is just simply too much for either of you. You find that falling asleep is very easy when you are being held by your boyfriend. Unlike before you started all of this, you now were the little spoon. Partially due to just the logistics of your current situation, but also because of how small you are compared to him too.
The next morning you wake up before your boyfriend. And while you still are half asleep, you figure that you should start getting ready. Per your request, you had both the dresser and makeup desk moved to be pushed right up against the bed so that you could use them without distributing your boyfriend.
You yawn and stretch a bit, then open up a drawer and pull out one of your favorite bras. It's white like your hair and almost completely made with elegantly sexy lace patterns. The best part about it is that it is strapless! Sure, the support isn't nearly as good as if it were to have shoulder straps, but they either end up digging into you way to much, or are so thick that they make your bra look more like a tank top. And sports bras, while practical and for the most part, fairly comfortable, were not as sexy as lingerie. Nope. For you, it has to be sexy above all else.
Since your bra covers your nipples fully, you decide that it will be enough by itself. So you move on to the skirt. You obviously have to choose a skirt due to your boyfriend's cock preventing you from wearing pants with out it looking weird. So you pick a cute, white miniskirt that you had adjusted to be "lower" in the front than the back. It's a miniskirt, so even with this adjustment, it is still quite short. But it goes well with your bra, so you are happy. You slip it on over your head and down to your waist.
Once the bra and skirt are on, you pull your hair over your shoulder, letting it drape over your thighs too. Having hair that is nearly as long as you are tall is very heavy. However it is also extremely beautiful so you are more than happy to have it. It had taken you years to get it this long after all. You unbraid it and brush it, before putting it into a ponytail. You let your bangs stay in front though.
Finally you put in your favorite ribbon that your boyfriend had gotten you for your 2 year anniversary. It is bright green, like your eyes, and is large enough to be seen from the front. You tie your ponytail with it, so that it stays in place.
Your fussing around seems to have woken up your boyfriend. You turn around and pull yourself closer to him using your ass/pussy to slide up his shaft. Moving along his cock using just your ass/pussy muscles had become second nature to you years ago. You still feel the ever present pleasure of having a cock inside of you 24/7 though.
Once close enough you lean over and kiss him. He kisses you back and sits up. He then oddly becomes panicked and is staring at you with an extremely worried look. "What the hell?"
"What? Is there something wrong with me? Is my hair too messy? Or is there something on me?" I say, now also panicking and frantically searching over my body for a bug or something.
"No, what the hell happened here? When did you get those clothes, or that ribbon? Wait, why are you not also freaking out?" He asks.
"Should I be? And you gave me this ribbon months ago for our 2 year anniversary of being stuck together like this."
"2 years? What is the date today?"
I tell him the date, and he seems even more confused now. "But, we only became stuck together like this about 2 days ago. Are you feeling alright?"
"Yeah, I'm-" was all I say before my mind snaps back into reality. "Oh shit... This is so not good. I thought... no, more like I just was remembering a completely different life!"
"Damn, are you better now?"
"Yeah, but what the fuck? I don't have this kind of fetish! Plus why are we still like this? Wasn't this set to only last a day?"
"Perhaps your fetish is so intricate that one day alone isn't long enough to fufil it?"
"Well... shit. I am so sorry about this."
"Eh, don't be. I am actually quite happy, and you clearly are having a great time too. Not having boobs weighing me down, no back pains, and the thought of never having to deal with a period ever again is almost too good to be true."
"Yeah, but now you have a massive cock and an entire person stuck on it who you now have to carry around wherever you go" you point out.
"Actually, I don't think you weigh as much as you think you do. If anything, your practically weightless. If not for being in constant contact, I would not even know you were supporting your full body on only my dick."
"Wait a sec, seriously? I really don't weigh that much?"
"Not at all. Which is why I don't mind carrying you around everywhere. Plus your ass/pussy is god tier. That donut of yours feels so amazing when it moves up and down my shaft. And besides, you are a goddess in terms of beauty and you even have such cute horse ears too. How could I be dissatisfied with that? Oh! And you also have huge tits too!"
"Thanks, and I know we like our current selves, but what if we stop liking them one day?"
"Then we just change them somehow. We have that game still, but using it would be risky, so I would like to not rely on it to undo this if possible. We don't know if it would just make this whole thing a lot worse after all. I know you worry, but honestly, I think it is unnecessary. Well, the memory thing is concerning. We should look into that at least."
"Yeah, ok. And your right. By the way, I was thinking, and I narrowed it down to 3 names. Either Alora, Noel, or Irie. But while I am leaning mostly towards Irie, I can't decided. What do you think?" I ask.