Consciousness shone down at Scott through an impossible depth of water. The water was warm, but not too warm, and he had plenty of air in his lungs, so he took his time swimming to the surface. He knew that Ami was somewhere in the water as well, but he couldn't see her. Their link told him that she felt as sated and safe as he did, so they'd meet up eventually.
As Scott neared the water's rippling surface he began to feel uneasy. It didn't make any sense. The closer he got the stronger his worry became, so much so that he dove back down. But he was running out of air, so he was forced to face whatever it was. With his lungs burning Scott swam faster, breaking through the surface and gulping down air.
As his racing heart slowed, Scott realized that he'd been dreaming. He sat upright in the night-darkened tepee. Although he couldn't see Ami, he felt her presence and heard her sleep-slowed breaths. (Everything's fine. We're safe. And well-shagged.) His lips curled into a grin at the memory of the mind-blowing foreplay and orgasms. (Weird. My lips feel puffy. It *did* get kind of rough toward the end.)
Reassured, Scott lie down, absently making a mental note to see if anyone had scissors for a haircut. All of this hair on his neck and shoulders was too damn hot for a tropical island.
*blink*
Scott's hand shot up, confirming that loose curls did indeed fall below his shoulders. (What the fuck is the island doing *now*?) he thought, panicked. He bolted upright again, gasping when he *jiggled*. Even more horrifying was the realization that his dick and balls were *gone.* It didn't take long to confirm what his subconscious was trying to tell him earlier. "What the fuck?!" he shouted in a voice an octave too high. "I'm a girl!"
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[Scott] Awakening (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-28 01:34 am (UTC)As Scott neared the water's rippling surface he began to feel uneasy. It didn't make any sense. The closer he got the stronger his worry became, so much so that he dove back down. But he was running out of air, so he was forced to face whatever it was. With his lungs burning Scott swam faster, breaking through the surface and gulping down air.
As his racing heart slowed, Scott realized that he'd been dreaming. He sat upright in the night-darkened tepee. Although he couldn't see Ami, he felt her presence and heard her sleep-slowed breaths. (Everything's fine. We're safe. And well-shagged.) His lips curled into a grin at the memory of the mind-blowing foreplay and orgasms. (Weird. My lips feel puffy. It *did* get kind of rough toward the end.)
Reassured, Scott lie down, absently making a mental note to see if anyone had scissors for a haircut. All of this hair on his neck and shoulders was too damn hot for a tropical island.
*blink*
Scott's hand shot up, confirming that loose curls did indeed fall below his shoulders. (What the fuck is the island doing *now*?) he thought, panicked. He bolted upright again, gasping when he *jiggled*. Even more horrifying was the realization that his dick and balls were *gone.* It didn't take long to confirm what his subconscious was trying to tell him earlier. "What the fuck?!" he shouted in a voice an octave too high. "I'm a girl!"