*Andy's POV*

I woke up feeling profoundly disoriented. Never in my fucking life had I had a dream like that! I blinked groggily at the fan sitting on my bedside table. I tried to recall all the bizarre details as I grabbed a pen and a pad of paper to write it all down.

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The first thing I remembered was watching Oona sleeping. The irony was not lost on me. To be having a lucid dream where you spy on a sleeping succubus? It just didn’t get any weirder!

She was nude, and she looked different. Her skin was still pale, but had a slight purple hue to it, and her hair was way longer, incredibly long! If she had been standing, it would have gone at least to her knees. She had a pair of wings like I imagined a dragon might have, kind of bat-like, but with really incredibly small scales. She was partially wrapped in them as she lay in a sort of stumpy, giant bed lined with a plethora of blankets and pillows.

I walked towards Oona, curious. This had to be how she was naturally, when she wasn’t trying to look human. She was still beautiful.I walked all around her, staring. Yes, she did have a long, fleshy, tail! I thought I saw horns peaking out of her hair, but I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t tell if she had cloven hooves, her feet were under the covers. I went back around her bed to try and see if she had fangs.

I felt a pang when it became apparent that she had fallen asleep crying. Her pillow was wet and her eyelids were a little angry-looking and puffy. I reached out to brush a lock of her now-black hair from her face, when I got a bit of a shock; my fingers ended in small claws!

I looked down at myself. Shit; I was transparent! I was nude, too. And… I rubbed my hand over my chest and stomach, confused. Yep, all my body hair was gone. I seemed a little more pasty than usual, almost to the point of some kind of weird, marble statue or something. It was a little eerie. I glanced around, and spotted a mirror on the wall behind me.

What I saw in my reflection freaked me out; I was deathly pale, and my irises were black, like Oona’s. I blinked. I had stubby, little antlers sticking out of my head. Holy shit! Was this, was I, an incubus?

I carefully felt along my backside, and, sure as shit, I felt a tail start where my spine should have ended. I tried moving it, and sort of succeeded, but it was uncoordinated. I turned, and what I saw in the mirror actually frightened me.

I had enormous, black, feathered wings. They were taller than I was, and reached to the ground. How they didn’t cause me to fall over, I wasn’t sure; I hadn’t even noticed them! I was worried I would knock something over if I moved them in Oona’s bedroom, so I stepped into an adjacent chamber that had a vaulted ceiling, and cautiously tried stretching. I went very slowly, and it felt nice.

Then I heard a smooth voice, like honey. “Oona never mentioned her place was haunted.”

Notes

uh-oh! what’s going on? ;O)