I felt like I was going to faint, or have some kind of mental breakdown. But despite my fears, I somehow managed to compose myself enough to get dressed. As I was pulling on my leggings, I noticed that my lips were incredibly sensitive. It felt like everything was touching them, even the air.
As I pull on your leggings, I notice that the new lip texture is actually very velvety and sensual, against the fabric.
As you move your "lower" lips, inside your leggings, you can faintly feel them brushing against the nylon. You wonder how your new mouth might feel against something else, and you can't help but fantasize about kissing someone with lips like yours. Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door.
You freeze, scared that the person on the other side might discover your transformation.
You quickly scramble to cover your lips with your hand, trying not to make a sound. You inch towards the door, your heart beating loudly in your chest.
As you peek through the peephole, you see your roommate standing on the other side, saying she forgot her keys.
Somehow, you recognize her, but, like you, her face is just enormous lips, and you can see the outlined bulgr of more lips on her boobs and between her legs, through herb tight clothes. Is everyone in the world like this? Does she not notice the change?
She smiles at you and knocks again, this time a little louder. You take a deep breath and open the door, trying to hide your new appearance.
Your roommate slides past you, nonchalantly, leaving you to struggle with the overwhelming feelings of shame and confusion. You quickly close the door and take a seat on your bed, trying to process what happened.
"Uh, Carlee, do you notice anything ... weird about us?" you ask.
"What happened?" she asks, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern. You tell her about your dream and waking up to find your body changed. And hers too, for that matter.
"You're scaring me baby, " she says. " Did you seriously have s dream in which people didn't have four pairs of lips, and now you think it was real?"
"No ... I ... I think I must be in a parallel universe, " you say, also wandering why your roommate called you "baby."
As you tell your story, Carlee listens intently, processing the information carefully. She sits quietly for a moment, before speaking again. "I don't think your dreams mean anything," she says finally. "Tell me the truth, honey: are you on drugs?"
"No!" you shout.
"I think this is just a way of your brain isprocessing all the stress you've been feeling lately." She takes your hand and gives it a comforting squeeze. Suddenly, you feel all four sets of your lips start to get moist at her touch.