Cindy had never slept better in her life. She found herself alone, lying on her back on top of her bed, completely naked and exposed to the morning sun as it poured in the window. Her hair draped over the edge of the bed, her breasts peaked up toward the ceiling, and her hands slowly roamed over her soft skin. She had never made it under the blankets of her bed. She never made it onto a pillow. She had passed out this way; naked and fully exposed. This type of morning for Cindy had happened before, only this time, she remembered a lot more of what had happened the night before.
Six months ago, when she had found herself like this one early morning, she only had a vague idea of the sex that had happened. All she remembered was that the sex she had was the best she had ever had, and that it was with a girl she had met at a bar named Hannah. Cindy wasn't a lesbian as she was only curious at the time, but when she found herself with the urge to bring this blonde girl home with her, she started to question her sexuality.
Now after had been with Hannah for a second night, she questioned everything. She even questioned as to if the night before had was merely a dream, but as her hands climbed up over her large D-cup breasts, she knew it was real. She still had a hard time believing it, but she knew it was real. As she looked around her room, at her bed, at all the clothes from the night before tossed about the room, she knew it was real.
Hannah wasn't an average girl. Hannah had looked like an average twenty-something blonde when they first met, but Cindy now knew that Hannah wasn't an average girl. When Hannah showed up at Cindy's house the night before wearing a white jacket and jeans she seemed like an average girl. But it was when Hannah floated above Cindy with her perfect body and white angel wings, when Hannah walked through locked doors like they didn't even exist, when Hannah lifted Cindy into the air with her thoughts, Cindy knew that Hannah wasn't an average girl. Hannah was, for lack of a better work, a goddess.
Hannah was omnipotent.
Anything that Hannah wanted was hers with a mere thought. Hannah had wanted to give Cindy the body and the breasts she had always wanted, and after she thought it, it happened. Hannah wanted Cindy to wear a sexy tiny bikini, and after she thought it, it happened. Hannah wanted to transform her body into pure water, and that had happened too. Hannah could do anything, and Cindy had very little explanation for how Hannah obtained her limitless magical powers.
As Cindy roamed her hands up over her new breasts that Hannah had wanted to see her have, she remembered that Hannah asked that Cindy keep the knowledge of her magic a secret. If Cindy could keep Hannah's true form a secret, Hannah would continue to visit Cindy, have glorious sex with her, and even teach her how to use magic as well. Cindy longed for the day where she could have anything she wanted with a mere thought. Cindy desired to be able to fly like Hannah, to be anywhere at any second like Hannah, and to change herself to the exact way that she wanted to look like on any given day.
But as Cindy sat up in her giant new Hannah-created bed, she noticed it was time for her to get up and go to work. Until the day came where Cindy could leave the regular world behind, she had to still get by in it.
Cindy hopped out of bed, opened up her clothes drawers, and pulled up a small pair of white panties. She also pulled a tank top over her head, but when she got the shirt down over her breasts, she realized that she may have to go clothes shopping if she was to keep her new figure. She also wondered how she was going to explain her looks to anyone who might notice from her job. She had better dress very conservatively until she could come up with a realistic reason.
She pulled the white tank-top down over her breasts as best she could, and then left her bedroom towards the kitchen. She still had plenty of time to prepare for the rest of her day. She had to concentrate on not thinking about Hannah, her magic, or anything else. She had to concentrate on her day. If Hannah returned to her one day, as it seemed she would, then she would be ready. But until that day came, she had to tend to her normal life.
As she arrived in the kitchen, she decided to start to make some breakfast. She walked up to the sink to wash her hands, and turned on the faucet. She placed her hands under the water, and then looked out the window at the city outside. She had a corner apartment in the heart of the city, and could see out fairly far. It was a relaxing view, and the morning was still young.
Cindy closed her eyes and relaxed as the warm water fell over her hands. She felt a since of warmth and contentment through her body. She then opened her eyes and reached for the hand-soap, and her hand splashed against the hand-soap and disappeared before her eyes. Her left hand was completely gone from the wrist down. She looked in shock and surprise as both her arms up to her elbows were simply made of water. This was a result of her exposure to Hannah's magic, and the incredible sex they had night before. During their epic sexual evening, some of Hannah's magic had been given to Cindy. Cindy remembered now that she had the ability to change into water and back again.
She looked down at her missing hand, relaxed her thoughts, a placed it under the running water again. She thought about her solid hands, both of them, and then pulled them from the running water again. Her thoughts had brought her body back to normal, and she held both her solid hands before her eyes to be sure that she had control of her powers. It would take some getting used to.
The room suddenly brightened, and whisps of light soared around the room. They flowed through magical currents through Cindy's kitchen, and they all seemed to suddenly crash into each other at the end of Cindy's kitchen counter. A body formed from the light, and blinded Cindy. It was so bright that she had to cover her eyes. As the light dimmed, Cindy could see the light had formed a body. It had formed a perfect, gorgeous body. It had formed the body of her magical friend Hannah, and Hannah was now sitting on her countertop, wearing a similar white tank top and set of white panties as Cindy was wearing. Similar to the extent that Hannah's clothes were far more revealing of her perfect body. Her nipples were in plain view through the thin shirt, and her tight stomach was in plain view as Hannah had cut her shirt far shorter than Cindy's. Hannah turned back and looked at Cindy.
"Playing with your new magic already?" Hannah asked Cindy.
"I ... I totally forgot ..." Cindy stammered as if she got caught. Hannah just sat on her countertop in just her underwear and giggled.
"I know it's soon" Hannah said as hopped off the countertop. "But now that you know about the real me, I figured it was safe to just 'pop in'."
"Yeah." Cindy said, still shocked that her new friend just suddenly appeared in her kitchen. "But I did have to be at work in an hour."
"No you don't. I gave you the day off to be with me. Your work knows."
"How did you do that?" Cindy asked, wondering if Hannah had called them or something. But then she realized the error of her statement. She knew that Hannah would just say she can do anything she wants. She never did explain how, she just would say that she could.
"Of course I called them. I pretended to be you, but I called them none-the-less." Hannah said answering Cindy's thoughts. "Now, there are things that I've realized I shouldn't be doing. I don't play with time, it's too tricky. I don't normally play with the lives of other people on a permanent level. I may borrow them for a night, but I don't change people's lives for the better or the worse."
