I could smell it: French perfume all around.
As to be expected, I concluded that the Eiffel Tower was somewhere outside.
The music in the air was familiar to me, soft and light, possibly coming from the speaker of a small radio.
Oh! I got a terrible headache. It was probably due to my frequent going in and out of bodies.
I sensed I was lying in a comfortable bed with fluffy pillows, freshly-laundered sheets and thick cotton blankets.
I was not alone though. The warmth of another human being was so intense I felt the separation of our skins was negligibly small. A few times, accidental bumping and rubbing occurred.
Curious, I turned my head to the right to check who it was. Even in the dimly lit bedroom, which I knew where we were, I wanted to get a glimpse of my bedside partner.
Horrors! It was a man lying next to me! How did that happen?
I turned my body to the side and forced myself not to panic. I wanted to make sense of everything but I could not think straight. All I was sure of that the human was a man: he had a beard to prove it.
“Honey. Honey!” he whispered to my ears. “Wake up.”
I was afraid he wanted something romantic, a thought so absurd for me at that moment.
He did not know that I was awake yet he continued his murmurs.
I did not respond, closing my eyes tightly so he would not discover me as not the person he knew.
Wait a minute! If he was a he, what was I supposed to be?
I gently moved my hands to the front part of my body, making sure my suspicion had merit.
Oh my God! It was some kind of a surreal joke! How careless of me to break through a body without checking its gender. For certain, I was a well-endowed woman, scantily dressed in a nightie. I could not blame him for speaking to me of sweet nothings.
What should I do? The man beside me could be my/her body’s husband, boyfriend or lover. How could I repel him without saying a word.
Hmmp! I grunted, sounding annoyed for the disturbance. That was the best thing I could think of.
He started to use his hands to do his talking.
As a reflex, I immediately slapped them alternately, harder so he would understand I was not in the mood. And as long it was me, I would not be.
“So you want to play games!”he pinched my bottom.
I had to speak to keep him at bay but I was nervous what I would sound like.
“Not now darling. I have a terrible headache.”
I was much grateful that the voice I heard was feminine enough for his taste.
“Okay, honey!” he said, somewhat dejected but he kissed the back of my head. “Maybe tomorrow.”
“I am sure of it,” I said, the sultry voice consoling.
He moved inches away to his side of the bed, forced to subdue his sexual drives.
As for me, I went back to sleep, contented how it ended. The experience of inhabiting a woman’s body was informative, learning how to be totally in control in bed.