-Arrival-



Jeanette stood in front of the building, grinning.

She’d settled on stuffing her four cantaloupe sized breasts into a red tank top that stopped at her midriff, her round bottom filling out a cute mini skirt.  She’d only been a woman for a couple years now, but she remembered being a guy hitting the clubs, and what type of assets he loved seeing in female clubbers.  And now that she had tits and ass worth showing off, well, she was going to show them off!  It had taken her a few months to get used to heels, but ever since she got the hang of them she’d come to appreciate what they could do for her outfit.

Her grin grew as she stood in front of the building.  It was early, only about 8:00 PM, but for the first time in weeks she was excited!  She’d been in a bit of a funk since Nick got himself turned into a dildo and auctioned off for charity, but that had been weeks ago now.  This party… it promised to be fun.  More than that, it promised to be interesting, and kinky, and adventurous!

And she really needed it.  Between Nick’s move to some lucky girl’s sock drawer, turbulence at the restaurant she waitressed at, and various obligations drawing most of her friends out of town, well, it had been a really dull couple of weeks.  She’d had trouble mustering the energy to actually do anything on her nights off, but this… well, she was single now, but she was ready to bring her A-game.  She was going to have fucking awesome time, and she’d be leaving with a cute guy.  Or girl.  Or maybe both.

Yes, she was a bit early for proper clubbing.  The convention hall would have only just opened, according to the ad she saw online.  But she didn’t have anything else going on tonight.  None of her friends were around to hang out with and her (former) boyfriend was someone else’s sex toy now.  She’d show up, maybe have a drink, explore whatever change she got, and best of all, she’d have a front row view for the changes later guests would experience!

There were a few people loitering outside the hall when she arrived.  Some were probably just early, like her, others were most likely waiting for friends to show up.  And chances were a lot of them were still debating if they would actually go in.  After all, transformation potions tended to be permanent, or at the very least resistant to erasure.  Changes like this couldn’t be easily undone, so there was a sense of excitement to the affair, liking getting a piercing or a tattoo.  Sure, they’d probably be small ones, but Jeanette understood that some people would consider it a big deal.

But she’d already had a big change.  The gorgeous four-breasted woman strutted up to the entrance door.  She glanced and smiled at some of the milling people.  If they wanted a chance with her, they’d have to pay the price and step inside.  Fortunately, this early there wasn’t a line for admission.

Right inside the first pair of a set of double doors stood a table flanked by a pair of tall, stunningly beautiful women.  They had elven features, pointed ears poking through manes of shimmering hair, and the sort of super-model good looks that seemed more heart-stopping glamorous than conventionally pretty.  Maybe not necessarily elven or fae, but definitely the sort of enchanting beauty related to magic in the blood.  They stood next to a large table filled with effervescent glasses.  Shot glasses, each filled with a shimmering potion, each one with the potential to change a life forever.

“Good evening, and welcome to our revel.  I trust you’ve been educated on the festivity’s unique nature, but I am required to go over it in person.”

Her voice was beautiful, faintly like wind chimes and something like a cool breeze on a summer day.  Her hair was a cascade of bluish silver silk that poured over her shoulders and spilled down to her waist.  She wore an elegant evening dress, artfully caressing her figure.  For a moment, Jeanette was worried she might be under-dressed, but she knew just enough about the magical types to understand they liked to dress-up.

“Once you pay your cover, you will be required to take a drink,” the woman on the left gestured at the potion table, “each glass contains a transformative elixir.  Their intensity and nature have been thoroughly randomized, but they have all been chosen because we and our benefactor believe they will be enjoyable.  You must drink a potion before you attend the festivities within.  Is this amenable to you?”

“It’s why I’m here!” Jeanette replied, fishing out the cash for the cover from her purse.

“Wonderful!” the other willowy beauty declared, clasping her hands in earnest excitement.  “Additional beverages are available from a bar inside, both magical and mundane.  The entire building is open to our guests, but the festivities will be centered around the main hall.  Other corners may be better suited should you desire privacy, either with yourself or a companion.  But first,” she gestured towards the table, “choose your potion.”

Jeanette giggled, making a note of where she should sneak off to when things got serious.  But first… her potion.  There were dozens of them on the table.  Each one was in a shot glass, unmarked and unlabeled.  They glowed and fizzled in all the colors of the rainbow.  If she allowed herself to agonize over this decision it could take ages... so Jeanette picked one at random.  She brought the glass to her lips, waiting just long enough to appreciate its color, pink and blue and violet softly swirling together, lambent with an inner light.  With one fluid move she brought it to her lips and poured it down her throat.  It tasted light, fizzy, with a faint fruity, tingly after-taste that bubbled away on the tongue.

“Very good.  The change should happen sometime in the next hour.  We do hope you’ll enjoy yourself.  This night could change your life!” the first one said as she lifted a hand.  The second pair of the double doors opened without a touch.  Jeanette was pretty certain no one could open those without one of those ladies allowing it.  Why bother with bouncers when you had witches?

With a smile to the two magical ladies, she entered the convention hall.

 

-The Party!-



At first glance, the most striking thing about the venue was how unremarkable it seemed.  Sure, it was on the nicer end of things… there were moody lights, wide open spaces for dancing, a fully stocked bar, a few video displays that were currently showing an attractive woman in a pseudo-Greek outfit dancing and playing with a music machine.  She was probably the DJ, but Jeanette couldn’t see where she was, just her image on the screens.  The music was standard club fare; thrumming with a good beat, a volume that would make banal conversation difficult, and, well, nothing else about it really mattered.  It seemed catchy though.

Jeanette was already swaying a bit, getting a feel for the rhythm as she walked into the main hall.  It felt good.  She’d definitely be dancing in a bit.

Of course, the place was still mostly empty.  The party had just begun, after all.  Still, there were a couple dozen people milling about, talking to each other, starting to groove on the dance floor, lounging by the bar; the usual things people do when they arrive too early to a party.

But… Jeanette grinned; these people weren’t entirely ordinary.  At first she didn’t notice it.  But there were tell-tale signs.

She spotted a cat-girl, flicking around triangular ears through her curly brown hair.   Catgirls had a well-deserved reputation for being cute, and this one certainly was, but her opposable ears were flexing at everything, and those ears had a pair of dangling golden earrings near their base, where the lobes of a human ear would be, but where they just sort of flopped against the curve of her head now.  As Jeannete watched, the woman wriggled uncomfortably, tugging down the hem of her pants over her butt as a fuzzy russet tail emerged from the base of her spine.

By the bar Jeanette spotted an Asian woman, a petite girl probably in the local college, grasping her shirt in disbelief as her breasts grew.  And grew.  And grew.  Jeanette couldn’t help but giggle, thankfully too softly to be heard over the music, as the woman’s blouse split apart and she staggered against a wall, caressing pumpkin sized tits, topped with nipples easily as large as her thumb.  Jeanette could see fear, shock, and arousal war on the girl’s face… and she saw as arousal beat out the other two as she ran her hands over her new endowments, opening her lips in a gasp as she brushed against her new nipples.

A surprised squeal tore her attention away from the massively endowed woman.  She traced the sound to a couple about ten yards from her. The two women were definitely a couple, based on how close they were standing to each other and how one had her arm around the other’s shoulder, half a hug, half a gesture of support.  The brunette was staring down at her hands and shirt.  Jeanette suppressed a giggle; normally she would assume that woman was stoned off her ass, but her clothes were ill-fitting, too loose at the shoulders, too tight along the breasts and hips, her pant legs trailing on the floor.  She made a cute girl.  Jeanette was a bit miffed that she missed the actual changes; from how disoriented she looked, she probably joined the fairer sex just a minute ago.  Her girlfriend (who was dressed like a woman going to a club, in a tasteful beige cocktail dress) was comforting her former boyfriend… and blushing.  At first Jeanette thought she might be embarrassed, but then she noticed movement in the woman’s dress; something was pressing against the bottom hem, a bulge from between her legs.

Jeanette was super tempted to introduce herself to the two, but after a moment’s thought, well, they had enough to handle just now.  It would probably be adorable and sexy, but the polite thing to do would be to let them get acquainted with their new bodies.

In a far corner, near the bar, she saw a woman with her head half shaved, the hair on the other half dyed pink and hanging low over her face.  She had a real punk look going on, with a leather corset and fishnets.  She was conversing animatedly with a volumptous woman by the bar, and… she was turning blue.  It started on her nose, but before Jeanette’s eyes the tone started spreading.  The punk girl seemed aware of it, more amused than surprised.  Jeanette couldn’t make out what they were talking about, but the bar tender gestured to the door behind her and the blue punk entered.  Her ass and breasts were notably larger by the time she entered the door, already straining against her outfit.

Jeanette laughed.  This place was amazing!  She couldn’t remember the last time she was so turned on.  And, to think, something would happen to her, too!  The anticipation was exquisite.  For a moment she thought about just waiting in a corner until her transformation happened, but she was just too excited.  No, bubbling with this much excitement and arousal, there was only one thing she could do.

Jeanette strutted to the dance floor, head already swaying to the music’s beat.



-The Dance-



The dance floor was still mostly open.  She wasn’t the first woman on it; a few others were working it towards the center and far edges, but she was still one of the earliest ones, with plenty of space all to herself.  She’d be getting plenty of attention.

The music was… wonderful.  Rhythmic and powerful in a way she hadn’t realized before.  It was such an excellent beat, it demanded movement in turn.  She rocked her hips, thrusting in tune to the music, her chest swaying with the motion, the constant weight of her four breasts a delightful reminder of her sensuality.

It felt amazing.  She hardly noticed the tingling.

It started along her chest and stomach.  She’d grown to love the weight of her breasts, the full jiggling mass and their sensitive crowns.  She loved playing with her nipples, teasing the pleasure from her proud, feminine organs, seeing them rise rigid like the cock she’d given up, yet far softer, more feminine, more sensual.  She loved the feeling of her nipples hardening against the cool night air.  She gasped when she felt that electric sensation, only from her belly.

Jeanette looked down, but she couldn’t see anything past the swell of her chest.  She brought her arms down, only to gasp as she felt her finger brush against her nipples.  New nipples.  They were rising.  And then she felt the jiggle.  She almost didn’t realize she was still dancing, her feet still darting to the rhythm, her hips still rocking even as her new breasts formed.  She didn’t stop.

The pair on her stomach were the most notable because her tank top bared her midriff.  Those two were exposed to the open air.  The ones above them didn’t register until they began brushing against her top.  She kept dancing, smiling even as the pressure began to feel constraining.  For a moment, she had difficulty breathing until the fabric of her top began to tear.  With a loud rip her breasts burst free, all ten of them, bobbing in magnificent rows of tit-flesh as she thrust her hips, the music swaying her into the embrace of an imagined lover.

Now eyes were on her.  She had an audience and she would not disappoint.  She bent her knee and followed through with the motion, bouncing in an arc as she ran her hands over her new additions.  Her dance grew more energetic, more sensual, even as she took care to keep her balance with six new breasts.  When the movement allowed, she took stock of her changes; breasts covered her torso, from her original pair to the set just above her hips.  They brushed against the boobs above and beneath.  They were all round and perky and soft, but the lower ones seemed slightly smaller than her original ones.  Probably for the best; she wasn’t certain ten DD-cups would even fit on her front side.

Jeanette smiled.  She felt unbelievably sexy.  Thank gods she wore a skirt tonight; if she wasn’t in someone’s arms when the music changed she’d have to make a visit to one of those upstairs rooms for some exploratory times.  She felt so hot, so wet; her womanhood yearned for touch.

But she wouldn’t be touching it herself.  Her fingers began to tingle, the same telltale, almost electric sensation of magic and change.  Only this time, it was shocking, intense.  She nearly gasped at the sensation.  Without stopping her movement, she brought a hand up past her breasts, just in time to see her fingertips melt away into the palm of her hand.  An instant later, even that was gone, the mass and flesh rapidly retreating up her arms.  Soon everything below the elbow had flowed into itself, and mere heartbeats later even that was gone, the last remnants of her arms sinking into her smooth, round shoulders.

Hear heart was racing.  That had felt incredible, but now her arms were gone!  She kept moving, relying on the momentum of her dance to keep her balance; if she stopped now, she’d topple over and plop tits-first onto the ground.  Extra boobs were one thing (well, okay, several things), but losing her arms… how was she going to work now?  How was she going to feed herself?  Why did it feel so good?

But her changes weren’t over yet.  As she danced she felt her thighs begin to feel wobbly.  As she pushed herself up from a low move, her thighs touched and wouldn’t move apart.  She felt that magical tingling, soft and warm and powerful within her, the sensation of flesh moving of its own accord, and heard the rip of her undergarments breaking, being torn apart as her legs began to fuse.  Jeanette seemed to loll in the air as legs changed, a surging growth erupted from her spine fusing with her limbs just in time for her new tail to touch the ground and take up her weight.

For one critical moment she pivoted, her legs sinking into her new limb, their vanishing mass seeming to fuel its rapid expansion.  She pivoted as hundreds of new muscles formed, as the waist-thick tube of flesh expanded far behind her, around her, as cool sea-green scales began to form, and just as the song reached its crescendo Jeanette cried in orgasm, overwhelmed by the sheer sensations as her transformation finished, her empty shoes toppling on the floor as her skirt was torn apart by her enlarged hips.

Panting, she turned around.  The movement was surprisingly natural, given how radically her balance had changed.  Behind her was a snake’s tail, dark turquoise-green scales dashed with bluish striped markings.  It swayed and moved as her mind flexed muscles she didn’t even have names for.  She was taken aback by just how big she’d become.  She ‘stood’ at roughly her old height, give or take a few inches, but her tail had to be at least twenty feet long!

Tentatively, she slithered.  She could feel floor beneath her scales, sense hundreds of scales undulate in alternating patterns, propelling her forward.  She swayed, giggling despite herself as the weight of her ten full breasts threatened to topple her over again, before she corrected her posture with a shift of her powerful tail.  Looking down, she could see that her new coloration had spread up her sides and, presumably, her back, but her front side was still the same color her skin was when this all started.  She flexed part of her tail and noticed that the scales on her underside were the same creamy color, too.

Just as she was coming to terms with her new body, she slipped her tongue out between her pursed lips.  It surged a good nine inches past her mouth, its forked tip swaying in the air before it retreated into her mouth.

Jeanette blinked in surprise.  When did that happen?

She could taste… no, that wasn’t quite right.  This was something between taste, smell, and extra-sensory perception.  Maybe herpetologists had a name for it, but she didn’t.  She was suddenly aware of a growing excitement in the room.  The first droplets of sweat from joyful exertion.  The hidden aromas of arousal and chemical matchmaking.  And she found she could feel the beat of the next song, already picking up on the sound system, not only from her ears, but from a thrumming in the ground along the length of her tail.



-The Finale-



She felt rather than heard the footsteps.  She found her hips were already swaying to the new beat as she rotated her upper body, slithering her entire mass a circumspect few feet in the process.  Moving like this would take some getting used.

A woman was approaching her.  She had dusky skin and black hair done up in a ponytail that hung past her shoulders.  Her features were delicate, with large almond-shaped brown eyes and full, bitten lips.  She wore a beige blouse that showed off a toned, athletic midriff, and a pair of matching, loose trousers.  “Heya,” she said, “I was watching you dance.  You, ah, you looked really good.  And then I saw you change…” she smiled, blush darkening her cheeks despite her evident efforts, “My name is Nijah.”

“I’m Jeanette,” Jeanette replied.  Apparently her new tongue could obey itself when she spoke.  Briefly, she recalled training away a lisp when she was a child, and still male.  Thankfully, her new body didn’t seem to come with another one.  She smiled, “did you like the show?”

“You were amazing!” Nijah said, stepping closer.  Introductions made, now she moved into a more personal space.  Jeanette rearranged herself, mostly to make her breasts bob.  It was a wonderful way to signal interest, but it came out a tad… exaggerated thanks to her newly multiplied endowments.

Nijah’s eyes widened at the sight, but returned the gesture by taking another step closer.  They could easily hear each over the music now.

“I dance, you know.  Professionally.  And for fun.  You can believe me when I say your moves are good… and then I saw you change and, wow, you kept it going.  That was amazing!  Did you, uh, order that on purpose?  The potion or, well, this…” Nijah asked, gesturing towards Jeanette’ new serpentine body.  She was close enough for Jeanette to feel her body heat.

Jeanette shook her head.  “Nope.  This was from my random shot at the door.  What did yours do?”

“Oh, uh, nothing.  Nothing yet… I, well, I didn’t expect the changes to be so… dramatic.”

Jeanette laughed.  “Neither did I.”

“Do you like it?”

“This feels amazing!” Jeanette said without hesitating, her forked tongue snaking out of her lips.  Its tips nearly brushed Nijah’s nose.  She grinned in turn.

“So… can I dance with you?”

“My first dance as a snake-woman?  With someone as cute you?  I’d be honored.” Jeanette made a motion like a mock curtsey, only for the gesture to fall apart due to her lack of arms or legs to bend.  So, instead, she grinned and bobbed her head, trying her best to bow.  Her ten tits made the movement feel incredibly bizarre, but Nijah smiled and giggled.  When Jeanette righted herself, she found her blonde hair had, of course, fallen in front of her face in an annoying mess.  She reached to brush it out of her way, as she had a million times before, only to be suddenly reminded of her complete lack of arms.

The surprise must have been evident on her face.  Nijah laughed and leaned in closer, raising a hand and brushing back Jeanette’s hair, tucking an errant lock behind her ear.

A new song began.  The music was somewhere between electronica and pop rock, with trilling notes and an almost hypnotic beat.  Nijah smiled at Jeanette and began to dance.

She really did seem professional.  She rolled her hips and stepped deftly, her torso and arms enacting something akin to a belly dance.  It seemed oddly fitting for the music, and Jeanette found herself following suit.

She hadn’t really thought about how she’d dance as a naga.  Or, well, really anything about her new form.  She had just figured out that the tip of her tail was fairly dexterous, and she’d been working out how to adjust her hair with it when Nijah had intervened.  But things like figuring out her life could wait.  Right now, there was music, and she had to dance.

She followed Nijah’s example, rolling her wide hips and swaying her belly, her elongated tail writhing in rhythmic loops as she coiled in and over herself.  As Nijah began to move around her, she followed suit, grinning as she slithered, adjusting her position to stay in orbit around her new partner, who happily danced over her winding tail when their paths entwined.

Jeanette had been hoping she’d find romantic attention on the dance floor.  She hadn’t imagined it would work like this, but she certainly wasn’t complaining.

The tempo increased, their movements grew more energetic, and their bodies drew closer.  Soon Nijah’s hands were caressing her hips, her shoulders, brushing her cheeks as she swayed close enough for Jeanette to feel the warmth of her breath.  Nijah was smiling, gazing into Jeanette’s eyes at every opportunity.  She’d never experienced such athletic flirting before, but this was shaping up to be a night for firsts.

As a new chorus began, Nijah piroquetted over Jeanette’s tail, wrapped her arms around Jeanette’s smooth shoulders, and her legs around one side of Jeanette’s round hips.  She hung there, embracing her, and pressed her lips against Jeanette’s.  She returned the kiss, passionately and without hesitation.  She closed her eyes and leaned into it, her tail still coiling and winding to the song’s rhythm.

She heard Nijah’s shoes land on the ground behind her, but… she still felt the woman’s weight, and her arms holding her.  And then things began feeling odd.  She felt a warm tingling, electric and subtle along her… fingers?  She opened her eyes as Nijah broke the kiss, her own eyes still closed and a far-away, almost dreamy look on her skin.  But… her features were changing, her skin lightening as Jeanette watched… it looked oddly familiar…

A sudden surge of warmth drew her attention downward, just in time to see Nijah’s beige trousers fall to the floor, torn or unraveling along the waist band.  Her arms were shrinking away, much like Jeanette’s had only minutes prior, their hands and forearms already gone, the remnants vanishing into her now smooth shoulders as she watched.  Looking down, she caught the very last of Nijah’s athletic legs fusing together around her sex, and gasped in surprise when she saw that the trunk of Nijah’s tail was connected to her own.

And then she was flooded by sensation.  A pounding heart.  A needful womanhood.  The shock of adrenaline.  The tingling of eight new nipples rising atop eight new breasts.  Nijah’s eyes were closed, but her mouth was open, giving voice to a moan not precisely of pleasure, but of an overwhelming mix of sensations and emotion.  Jeanette’s eyes went wide as she felt the changes running through Nijah’s body, echoing her own recent changes.  She saw her tongue elongate, its tip splitting in two.  She felt the pleasure of new nipples rubbing erect against soft cloth.  She felt that pleasure transform to stifling discomfort as her new breasts began to painfully strain against the suddenly too-tight garment.  

The blouse began to tear, and her body-mate began to groan.  Jeanette raised her tail, half out of instinct and wrapped its finger-thin tip under the over-strained collar.  The fabric was strained to capacity, and it only needed a sharp tug to tear.  Nijah gasped and Jeanette felt her relief as she drew in her first full breast with ten full breasts, the new additions jiggling delightfully as breathed in deeply.

She felt the haze of magic subside, the transformation apparently finished.  Another woman she had just met now permanently conjoined to her.  Nijah’s hips were right next to hers, the soft skin fading to turquoise, striped scales, the fleshy color lingering on the scales of their underbelly while traces of the sea-green and blue coloration of their tails crept up her hips and flank, onto her human skin.  Her body mirrored Jeanette’s, the exact same torso with the exact same ten breasts.  She felt their tail lower itself, run over Nijah’s new breasts, but not by her own volition.  Apparently they shared control of their serpentine half, although she couldn’t feel anything to suggest Nijah could move her human proportion, or vice versa.  Nijah did shift herself, her torso bending as far inward as it could, bringing herself nearly in front of Jeanette, one row of breasts pressing close together, and their faces near enough that she planted a deep, needful kiss on Jeanette’s lips.

Jeanette returned the favor, their forked tongues entwining.  She could feel the kiss, from her own perspective and from Nijah’s.  She could taste and be tasted.  Feel the warmth and need from both angles, even if she could only control one.

When it was over, she was looking into a face that subtly mixed Nijah’s features and her own.  Nijah’s large, almond shape eyes were now the sea-mist green Jeanette had always possessed, and she could see that her formerly blonde hair had become the lustrous black Nijah had.  They looked identical now, Nijah’s full lips and her demure nose, a skin tone in between their original ones.  Nijah’s hair was still tied in the ponytail, but aside from that, they were identical now.  Identical faces atop two identical toned torsos, each with ten full breasts leading down to a pair of hips that flowed into the same giant snake tail.  She could feel their tail moving, her undulating scales flex, her muscles twinge in the same way they did when she had been exploring her new limb, only moments before.  Only now, both their minds controlled their shared lower body, and it was Nijah’s turn to discover what being serpentine felt like.

“I think we just figured out what your potion did,” Jeanette said, grinning to her new partner.

“That…. That felt… wait, what just happened?  I… I can’t feel my arms… and you look different… oh… oh…”

“It’s not what I was expecting, but I could get used to this arrangement.  I’ve never had a body-mate before.”

“Body-mate?” Nijah said, as though tasting the word.  “I… well, I did want to get to know you better.  I hadn’t planned on starting a relationship so… permanent tonight… but… this is so much!  I like you, but what about tomorrow?  What are we going to do?  We don’t have any arms!” Nijah replied, her eyes wide, lips trembling.  She felt her body-made shift and wriggle, as though struggling against the limitations of an overly tight jacket… or as though she were reaching for muscles that no longer existed.  She could feel the fear and panic welling from her new sister, but she could also feel how the motion moved Nijah’s ten breasts, feel their softness as they rubbed against her own, their nipples harden and warmth blossom in their twin vaginas.


“But… what are we going to do?  We don’t have any arms!” Nijah replied, her eyes wide, lips trembling.  She felt her body-made shift and wriggle, as though struggling against the limitations of an overly tight jacket… or as though she were reaching for muscles that no longer existed.  She could feel the fear and panic welling from her new sister, but she could also feel how the motion moved Nijah’s ten breasts, feel their softness as they rubbed against her own, their nipples harden and warmth blossom in their twin vaginas.

“Nijah, we’ll make it work.”

“How?!”

Jeanette shrugged.  “Our tail is pretty flexible.  We can probably do a lot with that.  Although, personally, I’m planning on seducing a lover or two.  Maybe recruiting a sex slave.  Someone with arms.  And hands.  And an appreciation for the finer things in life.”

Nijah stared at her body-mate.

“By which I mean our boobs.”

That did it; Nijah laughed.

“Hey, don’t tell me you didn’t want to play with these puppies.  And now we have twice as many.  Just think how much fun we could have in the right hands.”

“Okay, okay,” Nijah said, smiling despite herself.  For an instant, her eyes flashed downward, towards where the breasts on her torso were pressed against the one on Jeanette’s.  “But, seriously, what do we do from here?”

“Seriously?  I think the lover idea has merit.  I came here to hook up, to shake things up, to try some new things.  I’m guessing you did too.  We’ll find someone cute and bring them home.  Or let them bring us home.  Or maybe we won’t, and we’ll spend the night exploring all of this.  Maybe we hook up with a live-in lover who can handle things we need hands for.  Maybe we get really good with our with our tail and lips.  We’ll handle this, one day at a time, but right now I feel amazing and I’m sharing my body with the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”  She placed a soft kiss on Nijah’s lips and wriggled her torso close.

“I guess… I just… I’m having trouble wrapping my mind around all of this.  Around us.  This is all so strange, so sudden…” Nijah replied.

Jeanette smiled.  “The night is young.  Care to dance?”

Nijah paused for a moment, blinked her eyes, and then after a heartbeat smiled.  “With you?  Always.”

Neither was sure who started it, but soon their hips were swaying.  Their tail languidly circled their body on the dance floor, sliding with the rhythmic flexing of a hundred muscles.  Their torsos weaved and bent to the beat, their heat beats resonating in their chests.  Occasionally they would turn, flashing their eyes at the growing crowd, and occasionally their sinuous dance would bring their chests inward, where they might brush breast against breast and lip against lip, feeling both sides of every embrace.  Soon the last traces of fear and worry ebbed away; the night was young, and it was already glorious.