Catching the Bus

Michael pulled on his girlfriend's shorts and shirt as quickly as possible. He tried to ignore the bounce and sway of his transformed body because he knew he had to get a move on. He and his girlfriend Carly had argued the night before about his late work hours which usually meant he was too tired to do much with her in the mornings before she went to work. As Michael dozed in and out of sleep he wished he could feel what it was like to be as energetic as Carly for just one day but he was just not that lucky. Suddenly he felt an odd wave and a sudden rush of energy. looking down he saw breasts that he was very familiar with, just not from that angle, "Holy Shit I'm Carly!" He was about to start exploring this discovery when a realization hit him like a bolt of lightening, "If I'm Carly that must mean... OH NO!" Grabbing his gym bag he threw in a pair of his own shorts a t shirt and some flip flops. If his theory was right, Carly was going to need them.

Carly was sitting thinking about how much she loved Michael and that her love for him was the only reason she put up with seeing him so little. She knew that their schedules were different but if he could just wake up for a bit in the morning they could eat breakfast together at least. Carly thought Michael was just making excuses when he said he wasn't a morning person like her. How could he not love mornings? suddenly though she felt a strange sensation and found herself becoming very sleepy, "Well I can take a little cat nap before my stop."