Well, I'd cleared another major hurdle since I awoke in this far-flung future. With some luck and a little perseverance, I had managed to find my new apartment. But what was I supposed to do now? Sleep on the floor?
"Cindi?"
"Yes, Miss?"
"If I wanted to add some furniture to my apartment, how would I obtain it?"
"What did you require, Miss?"
I got up from the couch and headed back to the bedrooms, Cindi following behind.
I turned into the largest room, the one with the great view of the skyline.
"Well, I think I'd like to start with a bed, so I'll have a place to sleep."
Cindi gestured, and an object appeared that, in my mind, bore little resemblance to a bed.
"This is the top of the line in slumber devices," she explained, "designed to maximize an individual's rest state and rejuvenation."
"I'm sure it works just fine, Cindi," I replied, "but I'm thinking of something much more old-fashioned."
"Specify, please, Miss."
"Cindi, do you know what a canopy bed is?"
Once more, she gestured. A very generic version of a canopy bed replaced the other… whatever it was. "Like this?"
"Can it be wider?" I asked. "In my day, it would be called queen sized, not quite as wide as my hands would reach to each side."
Cindi gestured and the image widened. "Like this?"
"Yes. Do they come with memory foam mattresses?"
"Explain, please."
"The material of the mattress molds and conforms to the person's body as they rest on its surface."
The image shifted imperceptibly.
"Can we add a pink frilly skirt to the box spring?"
One appeared in the image.
"I'd like the posts to be white, and the canopy pink like the skirt with some lacy trim on it, too."
The image changed to exactly how I described it.
"I'd like a couple of fluffy pillows with white pillow covers…"
The image changed once again.
"And a pink fluffy comforter to cover the bed."
Another shift, and the comforter appeared.
"Make sure the mattress is covered with white cotton sheets."
One final shift and…
"Perfect!" I sighed, admiring the final image.
"Where would you like to place it, Miss?" Cindi inquired.
"Against that wall," I indicated. "That way, the light from the sunrise will shine right on the bed."
"As you wish."
The image faded out. I heard a quiet hum, saw shimmering sparkles coalesce in the spot I'd pointed to, and my new four poster canopy bed materialized out of thin air!
I stared, mouth hanging open. "How did you…"
"A rather simple application of matter replication," Cindi explained, laying a hand on one of the posts. "Please, make certain it meets your requirements, Miss."
Hesitantly, I approached the bed, not certain what to expect. I touched one of the posts. It was solid. I rapped on it, delighting in the wooden sound it made. I pushed down on the mattress, felt the surface give and conform to my hand. I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling my bum sink a short way into the material. It felt wonderful! I ran my hand over the surface of the comforter. It was beautiful!
I swung around, lifting my legs up onto the bed as I laid back against the pillows. It was incredibly relaxing, even lying on the comforter.
"Do you wish to sleep now, Miss?"
"No, Cindi, not yet," I chuckled as I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.
We added a white vanity table with three mirrors and a cushioned stool, a nightstand next to the bed with a very girly looking lamp, a seven-drawer dresser with mirror, and a full-length wall mirror next to the wardrobe closet.
"That will do for now, Cindi," I said, running a finger along the edge of the dresser. "Thank you."
"Will there be anything else, Miss?"
"No, Cindi. That will be all. Thank you."
Her image faded out.
Motion out of the corner of my eye drew my attention. It was my reflection in the full-length mirror. Slowly, hesitantly, I drew closer, still finding it hard to believe that the face looking back was now mine.
"Tenshi!" I sighed, gently caressing my cheeks as I marveled at my deep blue-green Oriental eyes.
I took off the jacket and set it on the bed.
"I just can't believe this is real!" I whispered, tears running down my cheeks as I ran my hands up and down my now down soft, supple arms.
The boots came next, my hands covering my lips as I stared at my dainty feet in the mirror.
In quick succession, the skirt and the camisole top dropped to the floor.
"Oh, my God!" I barely uttered, arms crossed under my very ample breasts.
Before I realized it, my hose, bra, and panty joined the rest of my clothes on the floor. There was now nothing to cover up the stunningly gorgeous body that stared back at me in amazement from the mirror.
Tears continued to fall as I moved a little closer to the mirror. Naked now from head to toe, I slowly turned first one way then the other, drinking in the sights of my new body.
And, then, I spotted the remnants of the slap across my face, chuckling softly to myself as I gently traced the lingering red outline of my hand on my cheek.
Abruptly, I turned from the mirror and sat on the edge of the bed. It was a good thing, too. My heart was racing so fast, the surging rush of blood was making me dizzy!
Almost of their own accord, my now dainty hands slowly rose and cupped my deliciously ample breasts. A sob escaped me as I could clearly feel the warmth of them cradled in my hands.
And then, something happened that caught me completely off-guard. The thumb and forefinger of each of my hands began to gently play with and tweak my nipples. Each caress sent waves of sensual delight throughout my body, growing slowly and steadily in intensity.
In the back of my mind, I was dimly aware of what was happening. After all, I had done plenty of research on what a woman experiences and feels during sexual arousal and intercourse. Back then, I had done it to lend strength and substance to all my fantasies.
But this was beyond any fantasy. Here in this incredible future, I had been given a brand new body, one as totally feminine and beautiful as any I could've imagined. And young, too. A teenager! And just like any other normal teen girl beginning to flower into womanhood, I was beginning to explore my new sexuality, getting a 'feel', as it were, for what it was like.
My breathing began to quicken; getting a little ragged at times. My breasts began to swell slightly, the areolae growing darker and larger, my nipples growing erect, craving attention. A tiny part of my brain knew that this was caused by the blood rushing to my breasts as my arousal grew.
"Oh, my God!" I moaned, my eyes slowly closing as I sank back onto the bed, wave after sensual wave pounding my reason to dust.
Thanks to all my research, I knew my breasts weren't the only place blood would be surging. Through the haze of erotic overload, I felt a growing warmth down between my legs. Blood would be rushing there, too, causing my labia to swell and become fuller. So would my clitoris, all part of the process of preparing my body for intercourse. Not as a man… but as a woman.
I felt tears sliding down my cheeks as my left hand slid over to continue massaging my right breast, even as my right hand slid down my oh so lusciously flat tummy to the region between my legs. I felt the fingers of my right hand gently tease my clit, eliciting a guttural moan of pleasure from my throat.
As if it had a mind of its own, my right hand's teasing became more insistent, my vagina growing incredibly moist and inviting. I cried out as my fingers slid into my inviting canal, a sledgehammer blow of erotic delight slamming up and down my spine.
None of even my most erotic and carnal fantasies had prepared me for this moment. It was at once shockingly terrifying while at the same time overpoweringly satisfying. I was afraid to go on and yet I couldn't stop myself. Reduced to insignificance by the sensory overload, my mind, my reason, was now along for the ride as my new body rushed headlong towards the precipice of orgasm.
And then, my imagination performed a little trick on me. In a heartbeat, I was now one of those female characters from a book I'd once read. And it was now his hands teasing my body, his fingers penetrating my vagina, bringing me closer and closer to climax. It was his swollen organ that penetrated me, thrusting deeply into my body, driving me wild with pleasure, the precipice drawing ever closer.
I writhed and moaned, caught completely in the throes of arousal. Then, with one final shuddering thrust, my imaginary lover shoved me over the precipice, orgasmic energy exploding throughout my entire body!
I screamed, shuddering and shaking like a child's rag doll as I experienced my very first female orgasm. On and on it went, waves of ecstasy sweeping over and through me like multiple tsunamis. It didn't seem like it was ever going to end!
After a small eternity, slowly, gradually, my awareness returned. My heart was pounding, my body drenched in sweat. The comforter beneath me was soaked, most likely a combination of my female juices and my perspiration. And my body, for the moment, did not want to move. Hardly surprising as I just laid there, savoring the very heady afterglow of the orgasm.
"Wow!" I finally managed to whisper.
If there was a scale that female orgasms were measured on, then I was convinced my new body was firmly entrenched at the extreme high end of it. Stars above, what a ride!
Still, I couldn't lay there all day. After resting for a few more minutes, I slowly sat up.
"Cindi?" I sheepishly called out.
"Yes, Miss?"
"I… I think I…"
"Yes?"
Slowly, I stood, then turned to get a better look at the mess I'd made.
"I need some fresh bedding," I confessed, stunned by how big the wet spot was. "Can you help?"
"Of course, Miss!" she cheerily replied.
Once more, I heard that whistling noise, saw the sparks envelope the comforter, and in seconds, the bed was dry once more.
"Thank you, Cindi," I said aloud, running my hand over the spot where I'd been laying.
"You are most welcome, Miss!"