Upon arriving home, Millie tossed her dress into the grass. She hadn’t liked the idea of putting it back on without washing it first. The witch in the woods didn’t get many visitors, and those she did, she wasn’t afraid to be seen by. Sophie took Hedgie back to her pen as Millie went straight inside. The dress was not a high priority.

She took a moment to examine Nat’s body, touching his cheek, lifting an eyelid, walking slowly around it to see it from all angles. It was a strange, almost surreal thing. It looked very relaxed and peaceful, as if he’d passed out in the chair, but was completely unresponsive. She’d expected as much. There was no mind in this body, after all. Nobody home to do the responding. She knelt beside him and lifted his hand. The complete looseness of his muscles seemed so strange.

She worried a bit about the position it had been left in. Sleeping with your neck bent back so far was likely to leave one uncomfortable the next day. This, more than anything, seemed emblematic of how focused she’d been upon adding Nat to her body. On the bed would surely have been better.

As Millie rose to her feet, Sophie came in and closed the door behind her, watching curiously.

The witch placed her thumb and forefinger against the ring, curling her other fingers under the flaccid member to cradle it. It was already starting to grow before she touched it. She didn’t think much of it - it clearly didn’t take much to get a response from it. She braced herself for whatever sudden changes may come, mind and body. “Shearsnick.” Much was her surprise, then, that the only change was no longer feeling anything from the anatomy she longer had. Though her hand hadn’t moved, she didn’t feel fingers wrapped around her anything.

With a mild sigh of relief, she pulled open Nat’s pants, and returned the dick to where it had grown.

The man jerked in his chair, and inhaled sharply, causing Millie to jump in surprise. Then, squinting and blinking, he pushed himself up to sit upright, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Mmmm…” he groaned, sort of like one waking up.

A greater wave of relief washed over Millie. “Nat? How are you feeling?”

“It’s not so bad,” Nat remarked as his hand dropped from his neck. He examined his arms, turning them with his eyes squinted with some puzzlement.

There was something about the tone of his response, and apparent confusion that seemed to confirm her suspicions. “I’m sure this is very confusing. It’s confusing for us, too, and I’m very sorry for any discomfort I’ve caused you.”

Nat had taken to patting his chest, then down his front. He gave a quick nod and a half-vacant “Uh-huh.”

Sophie turned from watching by the door, putting her attention instead on restarting the fire.

Seeing Nat confused was nothing new, but something about this was. Confusion never seemed to stay on his face for more than a second. “I need to know,” Millie pressed, “from your perspective, what just happened?”

One hand now resting on his crotch, Nat’s face screwed into even tighter concentration. “There was... another me?” He rose from the chair, pressing his hands against the small of his back. He stared at the chair, then around the room as if looking for this other person. “In the chair. And I needed to put… me, on him. To make sure he was okay?”

He stared hard at Millie, down at her chest, then down her naked body, not with the desire that would normally fill his eyes. “I think…” He waved his arm experimentally, then his large, rough hand took hers, and lifted it near his face. “I think I was you?”

Though this was definitely a possibility she’d considered, having it confirmed hit her about as hard as the cold water had. She suddenly felt the need to sit down, retrieving her hand from the man to do so. “Ohhh, boy. And going up the river, taking a dip, talking to Sophie in the grass… You remember all of that, as if you had done it?”

Nat nodded. “Uh huh.”

Millie folded her arms as a wave of discomfort washed over her. She suddenly felt very exposed. Every thought and feeling she’d had for the last hour or so, he’d seen it, or experienced it!

Frantically, she tried going over her thoughts while joined with Nat. Had she thought anything compromising?! Anything she couldn’t share?! Her feelings toward Sophie. New feelings toward Sophie. Sophie’s relationship with Daisy. Was any of this private? Anything Nat couldn’t know? What else? What else?! Her mind struggled to tug thoughts back into focus that seemed to be just out of reach.

A gentle voice cut in. “Millie?”

Her head snapped up to see Sophie by the fire, reheating some of the day’s breakfast.

“Take a deep breath. It’s okay.”

Millie’s face was hot, her head about ready to explode. It was no surprise the other woman could read her so easily. She did as she suggested.

“Thank you, Sophie.” What had she been saying? She glanced to Nat, who had his pants pulled out, inspecting himself.

If her privacy had been violated, so had his. Surely some of the thoughts she’d experienced were his. Some of the thoughts other than “Stick my dick in someone.” Right? She owed him an explanation.

“There was no ‘other you,’” she began. “What you were seeing was yourself, or rather this body…” she gestured toward him, “through my eyes.”

Nat frowned, took another look around the small room, and seemed to accept it. “But if I was you… were you me? Where were you?”

“I was also me. I was here,” she pointed to her temple, “you were here.” She indicated the empty space between her legs. “For a little while, we were one person. We ran to the field to find Sophie. We took a surprise dip in the river. We walked back here naked.”

A smile started to curl Nat’s lips, and he chuckled lightly, taking in her naked form. Slight annoyance started to rise. Was he even really listening anymore?

“I’m my dick.”

Millie smiled wanly, and nodded. “Yes.” At least he understood that. As well as it could be understood.

“And you can make me you. With my dick.”

The heat rose in her face once more. “Yes?”

His smile broadened to a grin. “And I can be you, and do it with other women?”

“Well- I mean- yes?” Millie stumbled out. “Sort of? I-if they want to!”

Suddenly, hands were around her shoulders, and lips pressed to hers. Some kind of sound escaped her, but had her lips been available, she wouldn’t know what she was trying to say.

“Let’s do that next time.”

Millie stared at the man, thoughts spinning. “Ah hah hah… Yeah? Okay…”

With the biggest grin on his face, Nat excused himself. “I have to leave. See you tomorrow?”

“Okay.”

As the door closed behind him, Millie simply sat there, stunned, until movement caught her attention.

Sophie set out two plates of food, and two cups.

Millie’s heart did a little flip, not sure whether to be pleased or mortified. “Oh, no, Sophie, what did I just agree to?”

Somehow, Sophie still had her cool, soft smile. “I don’t know, Millie dear, but it sounds an awful lot like you promised me to him, too.”

Millie gasped, sitting bolt upright. “What? No! I didn’t!”

“I’m sure I heard him say ‘Let’s do that next time,’ and you said” she mimicked Millie’s earlier breathless tone. “‘Yeah, okay.’”

“Ah! Sophie, no! I’m sorry, that’s not what I-” Millie’s panic was cut off by a giggle.

Millie lay a hand over her chest. “Ah, Sophie, don’t do that to me! I don’t think my heart can take much more, right now.” In spite of her words, a light laugh escaped her lips. She drew a plate and cup to herself. “Thank you, Sophie. Though it might be time to pull out the whiskey.”