With an extremely satisfied sigh a nude woman appeared on a bed.
Ever since she'd discovered the strange spell that let her transform whenever she came to orgasm she'd always found it much more restful to spend the night as part of her bed rather than sleeping in it. She'd even managed to get the transformation back to trigger at a prespecified time, so she always woke up exactly when she had to.
She could feel the vibrating egg she used to bring herself off nestled in her vagina. The remote for it was where she left it, but she knew she couldn't use it yet.
Although she only lost her human form at night, she couldn't stand not to be inanimate objects at all times, and had bought this plot of land so that she could be her dream house.
Flicking on the light in her bedroom, she moaned just a little as she could feel electricity flowing through her copper wiring. Walking over her carpet felt like stroking her labial lips, while reaching into her dresser and closet for the clothes she had envisioned being there for the day felt like fisting herself.
Going to her bathroom, she turned on the shower, producing a sensation like a pleasurable enema. There was no need to take the egg out, of course, as like many other things she had it was her.
She spent a little longer on washing her breasts and pussy than was really necessary--indeed the shower was not really necessary, as she had already found a way to use her transformative abilities to clean herself--and drying herself off felt like getting two full-body massages at once.
She especially loved wearing herself as clothes, as while the sensation was not as intense as when she toweled off, the feeling of a light massage helped keep her relaxed all day.
Grabbing the remote for her egg (picking it up felt like rubbing her breasts, and she knew turning it on would feel like pinching her nipples), she went downstairs. She felt more fisting sensations as she reached into her fridge and various cupboards for what she needed for a good breakfast, and after eating, she simply flicked on the egg for a moment, and the ensuing transformation was sufficient to send the bowls, plates and cutlery through her furniture and house into their proper drawers, fully cleaned.
Walking into her spacious garage, she moaned a bit as she turned on her egg again. Knowing that emerging from it would feel as if she were giving birth to herself, she envisioned her mode of transportation for the day...
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