Author's Note

Girl's POV

the Recovery Room: 4

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I am feeling hot, but I can’t quite put a finger on why. On second thought; I think I am wet, too. Did I have one of these wet dreams, or am I running a fever? I do not know; but I have no signs of a fever, or any of the symptoms that are usually associated with a fever.

“Yes, I am definitely wet!” I ponder, just as I am opening my eyes.

Now I am noticing; the bed-linen are all sapphire blue, but far too smooth, to be my bed. The bed is a bit narrow, to be my bed; maybe it is a gurney, like what you wake up in, at the hospital recovery? Nothing I have enough experience of, but it is the first thing that came to mind.

“Wait; why am I on a gurney, in the hospital’s recovery-ward?” I ponder, suddenly hit by the situation.

This room is not the distinctly sterile white. Thankfully. That brought me back out of the raising panic-attack I had been bound for.

While the frame of the bed looks and feels like chrome-plated stainless steel, just as you would expect to find at a hospital; but the texture of the bed-linen is far too smooth, and the glowing light emanating from the ceiling is clearly green. I could never expect, to see this glowing green light; in a hospital-environment, anywhere. While it is dulling the original panic, the eerie mood of the room is sending me off towards another fright. The room is just off.

“I can’t quite put my finger, on exactly how or why the room is off; but nothing conforms, to my expectations of what I am supposed to experience in here!” I ponder.

I giggle, at the pun the expression is shoving into my face. Right there.

Now I am lifting my hand out from under the smooth quilt, that had been covering my entire body; from the moment they had left me in the room, and is still lying over my body.

As I slip the hand out, from under the quilt; I get my first glance at, what my hand is looking like. This is indeed my hand, but it is still not quite the hand I had been expecting to see. I had neither this long nails, or painted them; as I had left my home, when I had set off to visit that Dungeon I had been hearing about. I know I had arrived, at the dungeon, and the Mistress had accepted me; after another girl had given me a manicure, and make-up. The girl had given me the manicure, and the make-up; even if some of her choices had been a bit unorthodox and unexpected.

Well; the red lips had been quite expected, and acceptable. The silver-metallic eye-shadow is weird, but I guess it is not worse; than I could clean my face as I get home, and forget all about it.

The first I see, as I am looking at my hand; is the long nails. Now the tips are oval, and the nail is at least an inch in total length; while I am usually maintaining my nails, pretty short and to the point. I only paint my nails, if and when I am going out; to a party, or something special.

“This is my hand, right; this is my hand!” I am mumbling under my breath; repeating the words over and over, to myself.

Maybe I could have been using these new and fancy plastic nail-extensions, before I left my home; either painted them, or chosen coloured once. I guess it is not entirely impossible; it has happened, on occasion. It feels, like the only explanation; to how long the nails are, and how well they cover the entire tip of each finger. My nails usually only cover half the tip of the finger and leaves a small margin on each side; now this is not the case.

On second thought; I could have been to a salon, and had them apply that special gel onto my nails, too; even if that never would have covered this much, of the tip of the finger. At least, I imagine it would not cover more than the actual nail; just extended the nail’s natural length.

“They look strange, but feels oddly natural to me!” I ponder, as I am looking at my right hand.

As I am turning the hand, to see the rest; is when the shock is finally hitting home, based on the new changes she had applied. I can clearly see the cerise touch-pads, sensitive as they are; just as I can see the silicon-white, and very smooth suction cup covering the entire palm of the hand.

“Is that really my hand, and are these truly functional?” I ponder; “How did she apply these, to my hands?” I then consider, note sure if I actually want to know the answer to the question I had just posed.

I lick my wet lips, expecting them to be dry; just as they should have been in the situation. My lips are always dry, in situations like this; but now they feel smooth and slippery; wet, as if I had just put on the fancy lip-gloss I sometimes fancy to wear when I go out on a date. Not that I do go out, on a date; all that often. But still. I open my mouth, then close it; several times; only to find my lips quite elastic, even if I can’t quite explore the extent in this manner.

“Okay!” I mumble; “At least; I guess I don’t need my lip-balm, right now!” I add.

I am still wet, and hot; almost, as if I had just had sex mere minutes ago. I know I did not have sex, just now; since I had just woken up, as I had found myself in this somewhat strange gurney. My mind is still a bit fuzzy, and I can’t quite draw up the memories; from before I had found myself in the gurney, if it had been the night before, or if I had experienced an accident.

“At least, I am not in pain!” I tell myself; “The next possible explanation; is that I have caught a new and exotic illness, with unknown symptoms I can’t put my finger on!” I continue.

I once more look around, eagerly scanning the room; in the vain hope, of finding the explanation to my current situation. The predicament, I had just woken up to find myself in.

I am continuously licking my lips, nervously; before I am realizing what I am doing, and consciously stop licking my lips. Maybe it is embarrassing? Then again, I am finding myself enjoying the sensation, of just how slippery, smooth and wet my lips are; even despite myself.

“But, but; it feels good, licking my lips!” I mutter to myself; almost as if I had been caught with my hand in the cookie-jar, and I am upbraided by my mother for it.

“If these are, what they are looking like; I guess it is best, not to clap my hands, or slap any smooth surface with either of my hands!” I ponder; considering the silicon-white suction cups that are the palms of my hands.

While the room is empty; I soon notice the table by the side of my gurney, and the package that had been place on the top of it. I look at the package, curious as to what it could possibly be containing. Though I do notice, there is a note attached to the top of the package. Considering the situation; I consider the package, a gift from someone to me. A personal gift, like a get-well gift you may get at the hospital.

“If this is not a hospital; but this package makes it feel, as if it had been!” I ponder, now once more concerned about my condition.

“How much else, from that dream is real?” I now ponder; considering how my hand is looking like it had, when the girl had extended the manicure.

“Was that the other day, or; had it indeed been a dream, after all?” I ponder, as I am trying to make up my mind.

I use my previously exposed hand, in order to fold the quilt to the side; before I am slipping my feet out, from under the quilt. Now I manage to sit up. Both my hands are looking identical, even if the left hand is a mirror-image of the right hand.

“Okay!” I mumble; “At least the symmetry, is still intact; maybe this isn’t a dream, or at least not a nightmare!” I ponder.

The dream, of the other night; now starting to look suspicious, as I can seem my feet clearly. The changing my feet into hooves, clearly impossible; it had never happened, had it? For now, I guess I am grateful; I have my feet, as I recall they should be looking.

As I am sitting up, I reach for the box on the table; the one, containing what I had been assuming being a gift for me.

“A small gift, from your Mistress! If you like a token, or memento from you visit; have fun, and enjoy it!” the message reads.

“The package does indeed contain a gift, for me; as I had been suspecting, all along!” I ponder, as I had just red the message, left by my Mistress.

“I had a vague memory, of something I had intended to ask; if I could keep, and possibly take home with me!” I ponder; “Just not sure, as to what the item I wanted to have with me could have been!” I continue; “Maybe; it is contained within the box, I had been given?” I conclude, as I am reaching for the box.

With little to no effort, I manage to reach the box; then I grab hold of it, and pull it over to me and place it onto the bed beside me. First now, I am opening the box. The gift, is contained within the box, on the right side of me.

“A bikini!” I exclaim, as I see the content; “Either it is metallic electric blue, or it is sapphire blue!” I ponder, as I am examining the suit before me.

“Curious; I can’t recall asking for this, or intending to ask for the bikini I had just been given!” I ponder.

Then again; a gift is a gift, and it does look as if it had been my size. Maybe she had known my size all along? She had had more than enough time, to take the measure for this suit.

As I should have been expecting; the suit is indeed the same silicon, they use to most everything at this Dungeon.

“Wait, I am nude; I had expected, to be wearing a pair of my panties, at the very least!” I realize, as I am looking at the ensemble I had been given.

With that, I pick up the top; slip it down over my head, and pull it down. I merely afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; in order to make the perfect fit. I had indeed managed the intended feat, the top is fitting me comfortably, snugly clinging to my chest and holding my breasts up. Even though, I guess it is exposing my nipples a bit more than I had been expecting or preferring.

“Oh, well; at least, it is fitting me!” I ponder; “And a gift, is a gift; after all!” I conclude.

“Maybe I should try the panties on, too?” I ponder; picking up the garment, matching the top I am already wearing.

With that, I am finally extracting the panties from the package; jumping down from the gurney, before I am stepping into the panties. My panties. Now I am pulling them up, all the way to my crutch effortlessly; feeling the smooth silicon slide up along the skin, before I am affording them a few tentative tugs. Once, twice and thrice; and the panties had managed to acquire the intended, perfect fit. I barely feel the panties on my body.

These are no skimpy thong or string; but actual panties, for decent coverage of my nether-region. I can proudly wear them, knowing full well that I am not indecent.

The outer surface is smooth, while the inner surface is coarse; just as the crop, mistress had asked me to lick. The other day, wasn’t it. But why did she ask me to lick it, in the first place?

I reach for the box, with the clear intent; to extract the plug, I am hoping to find in the box. It should be the final part, of the gift she had given me.

Before I am getting to it, my fingers are obstructed by a written note, with one final instruction to me, regarding the plug I am looking for. I pick up the small, square piece of paper; pull it out and bring it up to my face, in order to read what she had intended to inform me.

“This is yours now, just as I suspect you had intended to ask of me! Use it, in the intimacy of your privacy!” the message reads.

This is my Mistress’ personal handwriting; she had used an exclusive ink-pen, writing this to me.

“Is she implying, I should not wear the plug in public?” I ponder, as I had just red the personal note.

I put the notes back in the box; then close it, while still wearing the ensemble I had just slipped into. It leaves me smooth; as if I had been a doll, almost. I still can take either of the individual garments off of me, any time; if and when I fl like, or need the direct access to what they are now covering.

For now, I leave the close box where I had found it; since I have no other place to store it away. The room is small; there is just the bed and the table.

After a moment of consideration; I smooth the bed over, leaving it in the state I imagine it had been before they carried me into the room.

To me, it had been a bed, even if it technically is a gurney. It is a bed, just with the wheels you can move it around on the hospital. I had no experience of it; but I could very well imagine, they had used it in order to take me to this room.

I don’t particularly need the experience, I am just glad they moved me to this room in favour of the Dungeon where I had been before.

“They had all been looking like feminine girls, but then one of them had changed shape before me!” I ponder; “Who, and what are they? Can I assume anything about who they are?” I consider; “Other than that one could change her appearance at will!” I conclude.

All assuming that part had not just been an illusion played up for my part? I had seen my legs, as she had made them appear completely equine; even if they were not exactly resembling an actual real horse, by any means.

“They had made me see, my body changed; at the command, of the Mistress!” I ponder; “I had also seen her Assistant change her shape before me!” I consider.

Now my legs are perfectly human; the way they had always been, for as long as I could possibly remember. Though my hands had also been changed, even before I had met the Mistress; my hands are still changed, even if it had appeared less dramatic a change.

“They like me to think of them, as people of olden times thought of the Wizards!” I realize.

I can’t deduce exactly where the limits of what they can do are; but I know they could perform incredible feats.

For a moment, I am lifting my right hand up to my head; placing the index finger over my lips, and licks it in confusion. Just the tip of the finger, but that is the point. I soon realized, just what I had been doing; as I experience the effect, of the augmented sensitivity the touch-pad is granting me. Though I guess; the sensitivity is a bit more excitable, than I could possibly have been prepared for.

Just as I realize, what I am doing, I withdraw my hand, then stop licking, in momentary embarrassment. Though I guess I am thankful, I am alone right now; none saw me, and thus the secret should be safe.

“Then again, what am I to do now?” I ponder; “Maybe something to snack upon?” I consider.

While I am considering, what to do; I hear a knock on the door, and the Assistant is quietly entering the room. My room, for the time being. Or, so I am viewing it, at the moment.

“Good morning, nice to see you up and about!” she offers, and I turn around to face her.

“Good morning!” I respond.

“I see, you found the gift!” she then adds; “I was assuming, you were to be interested in keeping your plug!” she then concludes.

“Yes, I found it; thank you, very much!” I respond; “Not that I had much else, to do; or much anything else to look at, in here!” I continue.

“I know, it is a bit spares furnished; but it is after all just a temporary accommodation, for you to stay while you are recovering from the experience!” she explains.

“Thank you, at least I have a bed to sleep it!” I respond, even if it is technically a gurney to transport a patient between the halls in a hospital.

“That is the least we could do; as we could not just leave you on the floor, of the Dungeon!” she offers.

“I do love the ensemble; it is not too skimpy, for a two-piece bikini!” I put forth.

“It is designed, to maintain your dignity; while covering specific parts of your body and offer desired support for certain parts of you!” she offers.

“I guess; that is describing the ensemble, and its design to a T!” I respond; “It is indeed covering these parts, and offering all the support I could possibly wish for!” I add.

“It is easy to clean, and good for play; while you can wear these, under your causal clothes anywhere and any time you please!”she points out.

“Do I need to do more, than rinse it under hot water?” I inquire, curiosity now piqued.

“That should suffice; but it can handle boiling water, direct sunlight and any detergent you may expose it to!” she informs me; “Body-heat, expiration and daily wear should be little to no problems!” she then points out; as if she had intended to let me know, just how durable these garments are.

“Are you saying; this ensemble is going to outlast any bikini, I could possibly buy in a commercial store?” I inquire.

“Just put it on, and wear it to your heart’s content; then wash it, when you feel it is required!” she points out; “It should last as long, as you may possibly wish for!” she then assures me.

“Should I ask her; what these garments would cost, in case I wanted to buy another?” I ponder.

“If you want, I could take you to your locker; or you could have a moment of fun, with me first?” she offers.

“While I guess it would be reassuring to see my clothes; but for now you could lead me, to the Dungeon?” I suggest; “Please!” I add, for emphasis.

“Right this way, please!” she offers.

“Thank you!” I respond, as I am following her towards the door.

“Though; you may like to bring the plug, with you?” she incites me, in excited anticipation.

“Oh, but of course!” I respond; as I make a be-line to pick the plug up and take it with me, as she had suggested.

“Rest assured, the dungeon should be more than private enough, for what I had in mind!” she points out.

She opens the door, and I follow her a mere step behind, only stopping to close the door behind us.