I Wanted Your Body

I decided to let you sleep when I woke up. We had no plans for today, and having you up early with me might have been overwhelming.

I put on the robe you left out for me and headed to the bathroom. I knew you hadn’t lied last night - I could feel that you hadn’t lied about me waking up as a woman if we had sex - but I needed to see for myself.

As I looked in the mirror to see my new body - your old body, that I’d agreed to take on when we had sex last night - I felt much calmer than I’d thought I would. The strange newness of long hair, a softer face, and a more petite and obviously feminine figure were offset by the comfort of knowing this is what I’d freely given my consent for in order to have the kind of relationship with you that we both wanted.

I inspected this body, visually and physically, realizing that out of all the men to wake up as Cassie, I may have been the first to expect to do so, and that’s a gift you gave me.

I’m sure you know that I gave myself a thorough inspection this morning; I can’t imagine that you didn’t do the same after the initial shock wore off when it was your turn to wake up as me - as Cassie.

I don’t know if you expected what else I thought of during that inspection, though. Would we change back if we did what we did last night again? Could we keep going back and forth forever? Is there a way to keep being Cassie for a while as we explored this new element of our relationship?

Would there be a way to stay Cassie forever if I decide that’s what I want?

But I’m sure you know that with this kind of change, different questions need to take different priorities, and I have a clear picture of what questions need to be answered immediately versus those that can wait.

It’s time to wake up now, Mark. You promised we’d talk in the morning, and there are things I need you to teach me.

After all, becoming Cassie while you returned to being Mark doesn’t mean I stopped wanting your body.