Everything seemed to have a yellow glow to it when Anna opened her eyes.
She looked around and saw all the doctors and nurses rushing around her, and Howard standing talking to one of the doctors.
"Howard? What's goin on?" she said as she sat up and got out of bed, feeling a hundred pounds lighter.
Howard did not respond to her questions, and seemed to be ignoring her as she walked towards him.
"Howard?"
Howard continued to talk to the doctor, and they both continued to point at her empty bed prompting Anna to turn and look to see what they were pointing at.
She was both shocked and awed to find that she was still laying in the bed. This sent her into a panic and she looked around the room franticly. She looked down at her self and realized that she was completely naked, and her body didn't look or feel like her body, not now. Her giant breasts seemed to float instead of sag and her ass was perky again.
"Dang!"
She rushed to a mirror, but there was nothing there. She couldn't see herself in the mirror.
"Am I dead?" she said out loud, while walking slowly towards her bloated corpse.
"No! No! it can't be! Why?"
She tried to grab at Howard, but her hand just went through him.
"No!"
She ran from the room crying, and continued to run down the halls of the hospital.
Finally she stopped and slumped to the floor across from an open hospital room and began to really sob.
Where would she go from here? Why? Was she dead? Why was she dead?
She continued to cry so hard that it hurt. She cried until a familiar voice broke the silence.
"Will you shut the fuck up!"
Anna looked up with a look of surprise on her face, as a naked man with a huge, hard man sword walked out of the open hospital room.
"James? What are you doin here?"
Her long dead husband James looked back at her with the same surprise on his face. He was not the man she remembered of course. He was younger than when she had ever known him, and he seemed taller. Muscles took the place of the flab and wrinkles that she remembered in his stomach and chest, and his hair was much thicker and blacker.
"Oh you are finally here," he said as his anger melted.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was just trying to make it with this stripper and your crying was throwing me off," James said with a smile.
"What?"
He held out his hand, "Here come with me."
She slowly rose and walked with him into the room that he came out of. As they walked James slowly ran his fingers down her back giving her the delicious memories of times past, memories of his fingers running over her skin. She began to grow aroused remembering his tongue...his lips...and his manhood that had never stopped working till the day he left her.
"Look," he said as he pointed at a beautiful young stripper with curly red hair and a luscious body.
Her big breasts rose and fell slowly with her shallow breaths.