What it feels like...
It takes him a little while to figure out that anything's weird. He stirs, yawns, stretches, rolls over and slings an arm over Tom's waist. Too comfortable to get up just yet. Everything feels good. He turns his head slightly, reaching up to rake long hair off his face so it stops tickling his nose--
Long hair. He manages to open one eye but now he doesn't need his eyes open to be conscious of what's different. And yet familiar. He feels smaller, lighter, and his skin is smoother between the sheets. His hand passes down over his chest, really just confirming, and it's confirmed with a slight jolt that runs right down between his thighs.
And that confirms it too.
He laughs quietly, stretching more luxuriously this time and arching against Tom's back. The mattress itself feels softer, and the sheets, but he doesn't have the attention for it right now. Last time this happened, he wasn't really in a position to take the kind of advantage of it that he is now.
This time Tom can look at his tits. He can look all he wants to. And he doesn't have to stop at looking.
Long hair. He manages to open one eye but now he doesn't need his eyes open to be conscious of what's different. And yet familiar. He feels smaller, lighter, and his skin is smoother between the sheets. His hand passes down over his chest, really just confirming, and it's confirmed with a slight jolt that runs right down between his thighs.
And that confirms it too.
He laughs quietly, stretching more luxuriously this time and arching against Tom's back. The mattress itself feels softer, and the sheets, but he doesn't have the attention for it right now. Last time this happened, he wasn't really in a position to take the kind of advantage of it that he is now.
This time Tom can look at his tits. He can look all he wants to. And he doesn't have to stop at looking.