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I had been waiting for this day for months, the passing of time having become increasingly unbearable, particularly now on the day itself. Everything had been arranged. Time booked off work, my partner James arranging the house to manage things on his own, everything was as it needed to be.

At last this was my time, my day, my holiday from humanity.

To say I had unusual tastes would be an understatement, not many herpetophiles around, or at least that would be willing to admit it. I would say I was a lizard in a prior life but I wasn't of a spiritual sort. Good thing too, as most organised religions didn't approve of this sort of thing, messing with god's design and all that.

Can't have anything limiting my options.

What can I say, there was something about that smooth scaly body that did it for me. Thick tails, hard claws digging into bed sheets, grunting and heaving against one another... I wasn't doing myself any favours, the imagery racing through my mind would have been libido fuel on any other day but today... it only made the wait all the more painful.

I got up from the bed, sighing in frustration as I paced around the room. It was making me sweat, an uncomfortable itch crawling across my skin. A beautiful scaled hide wouldn't have to tolerate such irritation! I was never particularly fond of being a mammal. Sweating, skin cells, hair, body odor... Such lacking in grace and natural charm.

I'd shave every blasted hair from my body if I could, but alas there were social norms to conform to, particularly for one of the female sex. Not that it would do anything for the sweaty waxy skin; among other things...

Upon hearing a car approach, I hastily made my way out of the bedroom and watched from atop the stairs, my heart pounding in anticipation. Had my liberation arrived?

I listened eagerly as the car rolled to a stop, followed by a door, then footsteps to the front of the house. My partner James entered, package in hand. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of it, this was it, it was actually here! My feet took on a life of their own and as if possessed; I raced down the steps to take my prize.

"I hope you've made sure everything is ready" said James, dumping the car keys on the table as he walked in. "Because you're going to have a heck of a time if you forgot anything..."

Without a word I rudely snatched the parcel from his grip and made way for the kitchen, routing through the cutlery draw for a suitably sharp implement to cut the packages constraints. I felt just a bit light headed from the excitement as I wrestled with the packaging, eager to claim what I so deeply desired.

Then there it was, such a tiny thing with so much promise, a little capped plastic bag filled with liquid. Double positive and negative signs were on either side of the cap, indicating how the lid was supposed to be attached, other than that there was no other labelling.

Lizard mutagen.

My whole body trembled. How can such a little thing have such a presence? I was actually holding it, my darling, my liberation. Lizard mutagen... I was going to become a lizard, an actual lizard. My deepest darkest desire and the key to unlocking it was sat within the palm of my hand.

Any street peddler sold doses of recreational mutagens. Fun but tame, they'd only do so much for you. The more exciting and admittedly shady ones were of questionable legality, mostly traded among hardcore users into exploring the inhuman. My first experience of the joy of scales was from one of those sellers, though every now and then you'd get a dud with unexpected effects.

Nothing worse than expecting a thick, long, juicy lizard tail and getting a fluffy canines... That fur tickled my butt for hours.

This... what I held now, was at a completely different level. Very niche, highly regulated, very hard to get. They were made to order and imported, because they weren't technically legal in our country...

It wasn't dangerous provided they came from a reputable supplier, though moral busy bodies worked tirelessly to keep them out. Thankfully, this creatively labelled sample had made it past customs. I would have been an expensive loss if it hadn't.

This was as extreme as they got.

We're talking total species conversion! Well, as close an estimate to the species as the human body can be remoulded into. It made you an animal, a literal animal, with little to no remnants from your prior human shape. You kept your human mind, of course. But in body you'd be a mere beast.

I'd have it no other way.

This mutagen was programmed for a long duration, a weeks holiday from humanity in my case. So you could understand why the human preservation societies would start moralising over a mutagen that basically turned human beings into animals. People becoming feral creatures in body for weeks, maybe even months at a time. To them it was the ultimate defilement, but to me... well.

I could feel myself moistening as my brain ran with the possibilities that now lay within my grasp. I was going to be a horny animal and I wanted to breed, a lot. Oh, just using that word to myself got me even more excited. I wouldn't be having sex, sex alone wasn't enough... I'd be mating, sex was a human thing and I was going to be an animal. I couldn't wait!

Again without a word; I walked out of the kitchen with purpose in my step, past James waiting by the doorway and back up the stairs. "Aren't we even going to have a cup of tea first?" He called after me. As if I could wait any longer, my prize was finally in my hand and I wanted it now!

Of course, I do realise his intention. The coming change would also mean a dietary change, so that would have been my last cup of tea until a week from now. From today onward I'd be living on a diet consisting of the blend of species that went into this form, most human food would be off the menu. But really... I think I'll just move things forward.

When I reached the bedroom I sat upon the bed and focused all my attentions on the dose of mutagen in my hands.

Like most commercial mutagens it was in a sterile medical grade plastic, tipped with a mini disposable syringe and a hard plastic cover. You'd pop off the cover, insert the needle, then slowly squeeze the dose until you had received all of it. You'd then return the cap, using the plus and minus signs to reverse it, which would lock it closed for safety.

James reached the doorway into the room and leaned against the frame, watching me from afar as I forced myself to go over proper mutagen use; fearing messing something up and robbing myself of what was to come. I glanced up to see he had a bemused grin, it no doubt being an odd situation to see his wife being so eager to abandon her humanity, to became a mere animal.

I was ever so grateful for James, not many men would humour interests as exotic as my own. Admittedly, it took some work. He was just a regular guy being introduced to my freaky world. Getting him to become comfortable shagging his she-lizard of a wife, having taken several mutagens to become as lizard like as retailers would allow, took some exposure conditioning.

I'd introduce him to erotic imagery of slightly altered reptilian women, them just being attractive enough to appeal to his innate sexuality, then pleasure him to the image. When he was able to achieve arousal with that, I'd shift the human to lizard ratios and start again.

Intentionally conditioning your husband to have a reptile fetish is certainly not one of my proudest relationship goals, but you can not knock the results. He's not as into it as a natural devient such as myself, but I've infected him with enough of the kink to make bedroom explorations mutually pleasurable experiences.

Of course... the real test of my efforts had yet to come...

I looked over the room to him, sharing a smile of mutual understanding. Then, without a moment more of delay, I pressed the needle into me and squeezed the mutagenic fluids into my veins. I gasped as a familiar warmth flowed throughout my body. Instant arousal burned in my loins at the significance of my actions, at my submission.

I had done it, this was happening.

Ensuring every last drop of the good stuff made it in, I withdrew the needle and snapped the lid back on to seal it permanently, then threw the empty packaging into a nearby basket.

I moved over to allow James onto the bed, him wrapped his arms around me and rubbing them up and down to warm me up. Mutagens had a way of drawing blood to the internal organs, which made your skin feel colder. A cold sweat was a common initial effect of the mutagens at work, your body trying to cool down from the internal ongoings.

I had just resigned my fate for the next week. It's always at this point that your mind races through all the things you won't be able to do while changed, anything you may have forgotten, but James was here. This pet would have a caring master, I had nothing to fear.

You're really not sure what sensations are real or your imagination at this point, what may feel like the beginnings of change may just be some random muscle spasm, your brain has a way of playing tricks on you and imagining ongoings that aren't really related. But after you've done mutagens long enough, the real effects are unmistakable.

I murmured through closed lips as I felt the beginnings of internal shifting, a hot glow deep within from vigorous biological activities. Early mutagens were nauseating, but today's more refined varieties have masked most of the pain and ill feeling effects. What should have been gut twisting left me feeling more... sensual and relaxed. In part from the pain numbing high installed to ease the transition, though my own arousal at what was occuring no doubt helped.

My stray hands wandered beneath my pants and began fondling what they found. James simply watched the show at my side; as I played with myself, teasing at my womanhood as I panted from the growing warmth emanating from my core. Sickly cold skin was now glowing with hot radiance, slick and sweaty, the surrounding fabric sticking to my skin.

I usually didn't become this aroused before a change, perhaps it was the knowledge of the lizard growing within me, invading every cell and making it its own. I urged it on, to consume every inch of human without mercy. Make me yours.

I gasped as the first waves of change began, feeling over ever so slightly sharper teeth, continuing to point and lengthen even as my tongue tested them. Pressure grew in my face, pushing, bulging outward. Yes, take my face, give me a beautiful muzzle!

The activities beneath my pants intensified, my hips straining wider. Things felt to be changing down there, genital lips loosened in anticipation of remodeling. My fingers danced about the shifting shapes, trying to make sense of them. Where my openings separated was quickly blurring, reaching further back in anticipation of union with a neighbouring orifice.

I had never had a cloaca before... It required radical anatomical shifts at a level that normal commercial mutagens wouldn't allow. Both external and internal remodelling. But today... today I was going all in. I got to have everything, to experience every little thing lizards had to offer.

I had to cease playing with myself as I felt my fingernails begin to point. I didn't want to stop, my shifting womanhood demanded deeper exploration, but I was moments from having lengthy claws so best to play it safe...

Instead I shifted my attention to the ongoings elsewhere, the squirming of my body as I felt alterations ripple across it. My muscles strained as they flexed and bulged into a differing physique, my skin ever so slightly numbing; as it hardened and took on an alien texture. Somehow rough yet silky at the same time.

Lengthening clawed fingernails delicately felt across my torso, teasing at the shifting beneath the concealing cloth. Sensual whimpers and moans escaped my hardening stretched out lips; as I felt across my heaving chest, over the breasts that lay concealed beneath my clothing. They felt hard, like they were being squeezed beneath tight clothing. My own skin was pulling my mammalian extremities inward.

The change was intense, more intense than anything I had experienced before. Every cell in my body was marching away from humanity, full of strength and vigor. No holding back, no restraint. I couldn't get any words out, I could only breath, every movement feeling laboured as vast energy reserves were directed into my shifting flesh.

Pulling at my top, it audibly scraped over my skin as it caught against foreign shapes. James assisted in its removal, taking tender care not to catch the small dorsal crest that I didn't even notice had begun sprouting along my spine. My upper torso was liberated from the cloth, revealing the texture of the scales that now decorated my body.

With the help of my lover, the bra soon followed. Two scaly mounds stood firmly, lacking their characteristic jiggle. He helped with the removal of the shedding hair atop my head, cleaning what fell away, before kissing me on my muzzle's nose.

I couldn't see my face, but it felt wonderful. It wasn't just the length of my muzzle, my entire skull was reshaping to join it, my neck straining to lengthen and curve into the back of my head. I was getting that genuine lizard look, not just some superficial face stretching. I could feel the shape of it all as I breathed through my mouth, over the long tongue and row of teeth that stretched out in front of me.

I was in love with it, becoming and feeling so much more. My nostril slits enlarging as I blew out the hot air of my bodies vigorous biological reworking, then I noticing the finer scents in the air; as I drew the cooler air back in. My senses were expanding.

James too seemed to find an appreciation, caressing over my face and neck, getting acquainted with his wife's new look. Something I took particular pleasure in, as it brought all those alien nerves to life and helped solidify the shape of it all in my mind.

He continued his carrassing down my back, the dorsal crest having continued its growth and now stood up proudly behind me, each spine feeling a fingers length. Delicately, his hands worked their way through them along my lengthening back; as they tapered towards my rear. They almost tickled, so sensitive despite their firmness.

It was then that I realised just how tight my pants felt at that moment, feeling an immense need for release.

The crotch of the pants strained between my legs, inside I yearned to spread them wider, wider than these human shaped constraints would allow. I wrestled with the button but my now thicky clawed fingers were long and cumbersome. My palms melting away into flat reptilian paws; spreading the digits out too much to be able to grip around anything. Thankfully, James was at my aid once again.

He carefully unbuttoned the crotch, which was immediately followed by a widening of my liberated hips and a saurian gasp of relief from myself. Pulling the crotch zip down only gave my legs further breathing room, until he pulled the pants from me and I was truly liberated to be unapologetically lewd; as any self respecting lizard should be.

The legs slipped wider than any humans should, which would have bared my privates had it not been for my underwear. James then busied himself with liberating my toe claws from my socks, but I was more interested in the curved bulge between my legs. It curled about beneath the cloth, being held against me tightly by the fabric, feeling to be swelling by the second.

I had missed that feeling, the beginnings of a tail sprouting from my rear. A sparse moment of flexibility before it thickened and lengthened to a stiff meaty limb perched above my butt... But this wasn't one of those, one of those mutagen add-on tails. No... This was the real deal.

The tail pushed against the underwear as it continued to swell, no longer content to hug against my vulva, seeking its own distinguished presence. The tip flicked about beneath the cloth, somewhat under my control, before its size and stiffness proved too much for the underwear to take.

I pulled the underwear down to liberate the early tail from under it, curling the little thing around to flex my developing muscles. As growth continued it soon cemented its position back there, lengthening with a whip like tip and only becoming stiffer as its thickness continued to swell.

It was at this point that it began to lose any similarity with its retail imitations.

The tail continued to thicken and grow in length, the base of the tail fattening further still. I could feel it swelling over my buttocks and consuming everything in its path, the hole which my genitals and anus had unified to form was soon gobbled up and integrated into its underside. A tight horizontal slit stretched over the thickest point beneath the tail, it settling just below my smooth scaled crotch.

My cloaca continued to shift and distort with the surrounding scaly flesh; as the tails appetite seemed insatiable. I felt myself slowly being tilted backwards as more of my bodies weight was transferred behind me. Its base continued to bulge further still, taking the last of my buttocks as it finally pushed its way between my legs; my underbelly swelling as it intermingled.

I was made to feel somewhat uncomfortable as internal biology resettled, deciding where they were to live in this rearranged living space. My intestines shifting a little further down my torso; ensuring closer proximity with my cloaca. Reproductive organs also recognifigured, negotiating with my rectum how they were to share my vent.

A trembling reptilian paw explored downward over my plumper belly, tapping its claws against the scaled texture as it made its way. Downward and further downward still. Over my crotch, between my legs, finding itself continuing seamlessly onto my tail and settling over my single hole.

I snarled delightfully through sharpened teeth at the simple realisation, to experience, to have, that physique I had admired for so long. The smooth underbelly I had coveted was mine, flowing all the way across my body. There was no distinction between my belly, my crotch and my tail. It was all one, one smooth silky scaled belly; disrupted only by my genital vent. I was a polished reptilian beauty, not a waxy hairy mammal.

I basked in the mutagens exquisit remodelling of my body, but my transition wasn't over, the work continuing.

Yes! Push me further still! I wanted more, more! Take me deeper into the lizard, smother me in it!

I shrieked in delight as I fell to all fours on the bed and took the weight of the tail under my control. It was so big, so heavy, everything I had hoped it would be. I panted from the thrill of it, in passion for this form. A form that was continuing to fill out, continuing to take shape, continuing to tease out humanity so that only lizard may remain.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

I flexed and strained my back all the way down and onto my tail, feeling it curve and reconfigure to keep me on all fours. Feeling my legs widen further still as my body became plump, eroding away the remnants of my femininity. Somewhere above James's touch caressed appreciatively over my back, admiring the meaty beast his wife was becoming.

The legs spread wider and wider still beneath me, until they flopped to my sided and I performed the splits onto the bed sheets. My underbelly pressing against the soft bedding beneath me, as my legs became comfortable in their new positions at my sides.

I humped my crotch against the bed, feeling it rub all the way down my underside, against my slit and tail. Delighting in the sensations it brought me. My legs were now always spread wide, like a eager whore, forever welcoming.

Just the thought of that sent my reptilian loins burning. I rubbed myself against the fabric more aggressively, moaning sharply, scratching at it before me; to push more material towards my vent. More ripples in the fabric to push myself against, to tease, to play with.

I was a dirty animal. A dirty horny animal, trying to fuck the bedsheets. Clawing ineffectively at the world; now that I lacked hands. I was a beast, a mere beast and I could do as they liked!

I had intended to wait for my body to finalise, but I couldn't take it anymore. The feelings were too raw, too intense. I was ready to breed.

I cried at James to mate with me, but it came out as feral hissing. Upon releasing that I simply continued, continued to hiss and squeal needingly at him. I curled my real tail up, up as high as my chunky body would allow and eagerly presented myself to him. Looking back over myself towards James and gasping desperately.

I was a needy beast, in need of his special attention.

The body language was clear enough. James smirked at the sight of me, of his wife reduced to this horny creature, crying out to fuck. Trampling on the remnants of her human clothing as she sought to sait her baser instincts.

Once again he felt over my back, rubbing dorsal crest spines as his hand travelled my length and towards my rear. As he reached the base of my tail he got closer, taking it in both hands and massaging the area beneath with his thumbs. Stimulating the surrounding puffy scaled flesh of my needy vent.

I hissed delightfully, pressing my tailed arse against him for deeper massage of my genital opening. I looked back at him as he did his work, playing with my high raised tail; swaying it seductively in appreciation of his simulation.

My large orange eyes left him and traveled downward, focusing on the erection pressing against James's crotch. Oh yes dear! That's so very good. To achieve arousal with my body so far gone, I had trained you well.

I pulled away from his caressing, not wanting to be too selfish, making my way around on all fours towards James. Pressing my muzzle against the crotch of his jeans and breathing him in, deeply.

Taking the hint; James unzipped and unbuckled his pants, working his stiff rod out from under its tight confines. Once liberated, I set to work.

James moaned gratefully as I took him in. The reptilian capacity for swallowing objects was quite considerable, a human sized creature such as myself had no trouble taking his length down my throat and working my tongue over it. I couldn't suck, but looking down on a lizards muzzle pressed against his crotch must have been quite the treat.

Oh this form wasn't just for myself, well, entirely at least. I was going to rock his world with every fantasy I had encouraged him to adopt. This week my dear, nothing was off limits.

I allowed him to gasp and moan under my influence for a little while, before deciding we were both suitably loosened up for the job at hand. So I released his member, giving it a long lick from balls to tip for good measure.

My lack of verbal ability didn't impede James in getting the message, as he hastily stripped his remaining clothing, which I watched eagerly. Join me in nudity love, I want to feel my new flesh pressing up against yours!

I grinned internally, licking across my scaled lips as I took both naked James and his member in sight. Then began to crawl over him, slowly, rocking my body side to side as a lizard would in its gait. My tail heavily dragging against the bedding behind.

Over the bedding, over his body, closer, yes, closer! I kept James in sight as I moved over him, feeling my underbelly press against his. Our faces drew closer together, so different, so foreign, wanting each other nevertheless. I felt our privates align...

Do it... do it! I cheered on internally, as James took hold of my body and worked to find my entrance. I wrapped my stubby limbs around him for support, doing my best to keep my claws at bay. His thigh raised up against my side, my heart raced, I gasped ferally from his touchings as we were mere moments from...

His head found my vent, teasing at it. I ceased my breathing in that very brief moment, taking it all in, then vented my lungs as he pushed through. Gasping deeply and with much gratification, the species gap having been crossed, penetration achieved.

He felt so very warm inside me. My tail curling upward and turning side to side to test the feel of his member within, stretching about the flesh of my cloacal vent. Before finally upon feeling comfortable, my tail came back down and hugged against his mammalian testicals. My body had accepted the mate and was now seeking closer intimacy.

I pressed against him, my plump scaly underbelly sharing in his warmth. I felt so calm and comfortable in this form, nothing mattered, no human troubles or cares. I was an animal, my husbands pet. I existed for baser things.

Now... breed me dear... breed me!

He took a moment to get some leverage over the body of his unconventional lover, then James set to work. First gradually rocking into me, before increasing pace to a proper sexing; as his confidence in managing me grew.

Having sex as a properly equipped quadrupedal was a different world from my prior pleasures. Mainstream mutagens wouldn't alter the core body too much, my now long plump reptilian physique bringing with it its own special qualities.

My genitalia lay directly behind my stubby splayed legs, resting across the underside of my thick tail connection. Penetration deeply involved the tail, it was part of my tail, the pleasure receiving nerves intermingling with it. Where I moved my tail, my genital opening would stretch with it.

So let me tell you, that bad boy played an important role in the experience of fucking. Each time James withdrew my tail curled upward, then as he pounded back in; I brought it back down against his him. The effect, the whole area sang delightfully, the pleasurable buzz continuing further back onto the tail than you would imagine.

My tail was a pleasure receiving appendage, and I aimed to make use of it.

I gasped and hissed sensually as my new body slowly lit up, feeling his meat push through my silky exterior and into the moist virgin depths of my lizard's reproductive system. Foreign shapes glowed pleasurably inside of me, throbbing eagerly, luring me on.

James grunted and moaned beneath, hugging against my scaled hide, a stray hand caressing over the base of my tail; like it were buttocks to play with. I lifted it in response, curling its whip like end through the air somewhere behind us. Yes dear, play with my animal body, stimulate it and bring it to life for me!

How can something so foreign feel so right? Nature was a cruel master to deny humanity the delight of a tail, it brought so much richness to everything.

I panted open moared, inexplicable feral noises emanating from me. Digging my claws into the bedding as once again my tailed rump rose, to enjoy the delightful texture of Jame's manhood smoothly pushing back into me on the way down. Scaled genital lips salivated, lubricating our connection, easing the coming together of two radically different creatures.

Mammal and reptile, screwing unapologetically, to hell with anyone who said we couldn't.

Oh god... this feeling! James pushed into me again and again, it was all so good but also so alien.

My brain felt confused as I panted and hissed my way through it, feeling a little light headed. My scales itched, I ran my rear claws across them, hearing them scritch and scratch. My tail flexed energetically, feeling my moist opening stretch about. I panted and heaved, my eyes rolling back into my head. I began to drool.

So much sensation, so much raw animalistic sensation. My body.... An animal, oh god I'm an animal!

These chaotic feelings likely would have alarmed anyone else. Perhaps, this conflict between your prior and current existence was part of why these mutagens were so strictly controlled? But honestly, I reveled in it. To lose control, that's what I wanted. I wanted to lose control, I wanted to fall deeper. Bring me closer, bring me closer to being a dirty animal!

I hugged against James more tightly, him crying out as some of my claws caught his skin.

Fuck me, fuck me!

I rode him, panting unapologetically. Feeling out my instincts, teasing out my base behaviours and trying to bring them to the surface. I wanted to fall deeper still.

You are filthy James, a dirty human. Look at what you are doing. Are you having fun allowing a lowly beast like me ride you? Does my animal body feel good?

I'm an animal. A dirty horny animal!

I bounced on top of my husband, licking his scent from the air as I felt his meat push into my inhuman depths, my tail whipping about in delight from the sexing. I grunted and growled as I built, rocking into him more aggressively, until I had pushed myself to my peak and my reptilian loins finally orgasmed.

The room was filled with feral shrieking and whipping of tail. Alternating between gasps for air and cries of delight, my cloaca throbbing pleasurably around James's manhood. Our connection moistening further still as I soaked his crotch in my juices.

Breed me! Breed me!! I commanded as my body was rocked with the alien orgasm. Kicking my stubby legs wildly either side of James as I bounced on top of him, them not managing to lift me up very far.

My vigorous activities paid of. James peaked, I hearing him moan beneath me and my depths were suddenly flooded with warm human seed.

We had done it. Interspecies intercourse taken all the way to finality, my favourite wet dream... realised.

I panted from my overexersion, riding out the tail end of my own orgasm as I felt James firing into me. Shot after shot of hot civilized humanity, finding itself in the alien depths of a cold blooded reptile. Oh wow... that thought would be keeping me wet for many a future session.

Everything slowed down while I milked him into me, fatigue taking hold. I rode out and savoured the aftermath. Even in this exhausted state this body had so much to offer, every new aspect of it becoming heavier and more recognisable; now that it was spent. I feeling more aware of the general feel of what I was. A spunk pumped reptile.

Glorious...

I smiled in my own way, at least internally, content from the sexing and a lifetime goal crossed off from my secret mental list. I gasped as I severed our connection. Savouring the weight of a freshly fucked tail hanging limply from my well used cloacal cunt. I then flopped to the side of James, both of us recuperating from our interspecies shag.

James... you exceeded my every expectation. You became a lizard fucker just for me, crossing that boundary that so many others would judge us for. You really are the one for me.

I caressed my frontal paws over my plump reptilian physique, closing my eyes and grinning as I explored, immersing myself in the aftermath of my stuffing. I looked over myself, over my cum pumped belly, my stubby clawed limbs resting either side, the sensual swaying of my meaty tail somewhere in the distance. My body... me.

The sexy beast, a prime example of reptilian femininity.

The foreign feel good chemicals flooding my brain; patting this lizard on the back, good job for reproducing girl. Now go lay some eggs.

If only...

Some time passed as we both just lay there together, recovering. Eventually, James drew me in closer, our bodies once again intertwining as he pulled the covers over us. Husband and wife, human and lizard, it all felt perfect.

James drifted off, spent for the day. I stayed awake a little longer, my body exhausted but my mind alive with the possibilities that lay before me. There was so much to try, to experience.

Every little thing we take for granted would now become a whole new experience for me. Eating, sleeping, bathing, going the bathroom and of course... fucking. I wanted to bask under a heat lamp, to try the various unusual foods that humans would be repulsed by. I wanted everything this body had to offer.

The next thing on my mental list was to wake up in this body. I looked forward to opening my eyes in Jame's arms, to feel warm and at peace, the morning sunshine breaking through the windows and then suddenly... realising dreams did come true.

Goodnight my love, and thank you for indulging me.