When I woke the following day, I didn't immediately remember what had happened the
night before.
I realised the bedroom was not my own but I did not panic because I was so comfortable. I
was splayed out naked on a pile of velvet blankets and cushions, my head resting on a
toasty electric blanket.
Then I noticed my body was not familiar and I remembered Runt. I started when I saw the
hooves. I was a unicorn. Then I realised that the electric blanket was actually the belly of
an even bigger, just as naked unicorn.
"Good morning," Roman smiled, "Enjoying your first morning?"
I didn't say anything. It was all so strange to me now that I had my right mind. As the days
went on, this feeling faded but never fully went away.
I had plenty to distract me. We lived in a huge, luxurious penthouse apartment perfectly
catered for us. The rooms were massive so that, Roman told me, we massive creatures
would have ample room. And as no bath had been built in this world to accommodate us,
he simply had to have an apartment with a swimming pool. There were no chairs or
couches, instead we used large cushions or piles of blankets for ample slumping. There
was even an elite team of uniformed creatures dedicated to catering for our every whim.
Roman left during the day and I was content to watch TV or sunbathe in the roof garden.
When he came back we would chat or make love. He was a very considerate guy, for want
of a better word, and he always listened to me. He was also smoking hot, although a lot of
that was down to my recent change of species. Nevertheless, I found myself growing very
fond of him.
And yet that feeling was never completely gone. Just the memory that not long ago I had
been single, straight, lonely bachelor with no idea about the supernatural and now here I
was. I knew things could change fast but without even processing this information I had
suddenly settled into a routine. A cynical part of my mind told me that things like this
don't just happen.
I didn't tell Roman of course. It would only worry him.