It was just past midnight on a Saturday, and Miles had woken up, because he heard a noise in the kitchen. It was probably just his roommate, Parker, coming home from another late night, but he thought it couldn't hurt to check it out. He threw on a t-shirt, and stumbled along the hallway.



In the kitchen, he spotted an unfamiliar figure, illuminated by the fridge's soft glow. He didn't recognize the woman, although he was only able to see her from the back. She had long, brown hair, and appeared to be dressed up in a fancy red dress. What was she doing in their apartment at this time of the night, rummaging through their fridge? Parker hadn't mentioned anything about inviting over anyone, and they usually let each other know about such things beforehand.



"Who the fuck are you?" roared Miles, and flicked on the lights in the kitchen.



The woman jumped at least three feet high. With a loud clatter, a spoon, and a pint of ice cream crashed onto the floor. She whipped around, eyes were wide open, and her face was a mixture of fear, and shame. Miles definitely did not recognize her, and yet she seemed vaguely familiar to him. Her lipstick was smudged around the edges, and mascara ran down her cheeks.



"Miles, I—" the woman started, but abruptly cut off.



"Who are you? How do you know my name?" demanded Miles.



The woman clasped her hand over her face, and muttered, "Fucking perfect. Just what I needed."



Miles' initial anger and apprehension were replaced by curiosity. Even if she turned out to be an intruder, he wasn't really scared of the slender, 5'5" woman. At just over six feet, he was sure he would be able to defend himself, if things took a turn for the worse.



"So, are you going to tell me what you're doing here in the middle of the night?" Miles asked, once again.



The woman took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh. "It's me, Miles," she replied. "Parker."



Miles repeated the words in his head several times, before things finally clicked into place. Now that he knew what he was looking for, he noticed the similarity to his roommate. The hair was the same shade of brown, and they had the same eyes. They even had the same slightly crooked nose, only it looked much more adorable on her. The voice was completely different, though. And, of course, the person standing in front of him had a rather large set of breasts.



No, he had to correct himself. They actually were the same person. Several large pieces were still missing from the puzzle, but he wasn't sure exactly what they were.



"What?" was all he managed to bring out, and confusion was plainly written all over his face.



Parker sighed again, unsure how to proceed. She turned back to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of beer, and set it on the counter.



"That's for you," she explained. "Give me a minute to clean myself up a little."



Parker closed the fridge, and disappeared in the bathroom. Miles wasn't sure if there was anything better to do, so he grabbed the bottle, and opened it. He heard the faucet turn on in the bathroom, and took a sip of beer. Immediately, some of the tension lifted, and he prepared himself for a long, weird night. He wanted to be there for his friend, though, especially since it appeared that he had been crying.



When Parker emerged out of the bathroom, Miles had already made himself comfortable on the couch. Parker still wore the red dress, but she had cleaned off all of the makeup, and Miles definitely recognized his roommate's features. Well, mostly, anyway. There was the undoubtable femininity that he couldn't explain, as well as the height difference.



Parker knelt down behind the kitchen counter, grabbed the fallen spoon and ice cream container, and sat down on the other end of the couch. She pulled her legs up to her chest, and dimmed the lights down significantly.



"Hi," she said quietly, looking down at her bare feet.



"Hi," echoed Miles.



They sat quietly for a few minutes, and Miles sipped at his beer. He studied his roommate intensely, still having a hard time connecting the two people in his head. Everything about the woman looked like a woman, and not like the Parker he knew.



"I guess you have a lot of questions," Parker broke the silence.



"Uh huh," grunted Miles.



Miles had known Parker for three years, ever since they started University at the same time. Neither of them wanted to live in a cramped dorm room, and Parker responded to Miles' ad, looking for a roommate. For the most part, they hung out in different social circles, owing to the fact they had different majors.



Of course, over the course of so many years, it was inevitable that the two of them got to know each other pretty well. They had close enough taste in movies, and music, that they didn't mind hanging out with each other on slow days, and considered each other friends. During all that time, Miles had never received so much as a hint that Parker liked to dress up as a woman.



"I was on a date tonight," started Parker, and ate a spoonful of ice cream. "With Greg."



Miles had no idea who Greg was supposed to be, but he thought it was best to let his friend explain at his own pace. Or was it HER own pace?



"It was our third date, actually. Our first two dates went really well, and I thought we had something. But he wanted to make out, and... well, I had to be honest with him first. I told him I was actually a guy on X-Change, and—"



"X-Change?" interrupted Miles, unable to hold back his question.



"Yeah. It's this pill that turns you temporarily into a woman," explained Parker.



"What do you mean?"



"It turns you into a woman," Parker repeated.



"That's not real," Miles asserted firmly.



"So what are you looking at right now?" Parker asked.



Miles didn't have an answer for that. It was undeniable that his friend looked exactly like a woman. The breasts could be fake, of course, and the hair could be a wig. He couldn't explain the voice, though, or the curvy, soft body.



"Anyway," continued Parker, spooning more ice cream into her mouth, "after I told him, he got really upset. Called me all kinds of names. It hurt, a lot."



"I'm sorry," offered Miles.



"It's ok. I think I got most of the tears out of my system on the walk home. I was going to replace them with ice cream, when you scared the shit out of me."



"I thought it might have been a burglar," he explained.



"Sorry about that. My night didn't exactly go according to plan."



"How long have you been... you know?"



"Half a year, or so. Bryan, you know how he is, mentioned it more as a joke, but... I was curious. I ordered a pill online, and it was the best thing ever. I didn't intend to actually do anything more, until I met Greg. I, uh..." Parker faltered.



"You don't need to explain, Parker," Miles reassured her.



"Oh, I totally forgot to mention! I'm Daisy, not Parker, while I'm in this body."



"Daisy, huh?"



"Yeah. I picked it myself," she said, and Miles heard the pride in her voice. "It's amazing what this pill lets me do. I can be who I want to be, and pick my own name, and buy my own clothes, and I just feel so... free."



"So you take this pill, and then what? You put on a wig?"



Daisy laughed. "No, no. The hair is real. So is everything else. I'm not dressing up as a woman, Miles. I AM a woman."



"So, you don't have a dick anymore?" Miles blurted out.



"What, you want to see it?" Daisy giggled.



Miles realized what he had said, and blushed. "N-no, I didn't mean it that way, I'm sorry," he apologized, but couldn't un-think his thoughts.



All of a sudden, it wasn't just his roommate on the couch with him. It was quite an attractive woman, and he was just sitting there in a t-shirt and boxers. Trying to imagine what she looked like under her dress made his cock twitch, and put the now-empty bottle of beer on the table, trying to hide the fact that he was getting a boner. Daisy giggled again, spotting the rapidly growing tent.



"It's cool. I know what it's like, after all. Sometimes that thing just goes off on its own," she put his mind at ease.



Daisy set the ice cream carton down on the coffee table, and scooted towards Miles on the couch.



"But then again, I also know that most of the time there's a reason for it," she continued.



Daisy inched even closer, and Miles' pulse quickened.



"You know, it's really nice to get such an honest compliment, actually. Especially on a night like this," she said in a low, almost-whisper.



Her knees touched his leg, and an almost imperceptible shiver ran up Miles' spine. Her hand touched his knee, and goosebumps formed on his leg. He held his breath, while Daisy's fingers brushed along his thigh, moving slowly towards his crotch.



Daisy looked Miles in the eyes, while her finger trailed up the fabric of the boxers, sliding along the underside of his cock. She looked so vulnerable, and fragile in that moment, like her whole life depended on his acceptance of her. Miles' heart nearly broke. Her finger reached the tip of his penis, and then she lifted it, raising one of her eyebrows in an unspoken question.



Miles released his breath, and nodded slightly. A huge grin broke out on Daisy's face, and Miles doubted he had ever seen such genuine joy and excitement on another human's face before.



Daisy grabbed the sides of his boxers, and Miles raised his hips, so she could pull them down. His erection sprang free, standing at a proud six and a half inches. She stared at it, and Miles watched her chest heave up and down. He was glad that he had decided to shave a couple of days ago on a whim.



"Oh god, it's... gorgeous," she whispered, and Miles felt the hot air of her breath on his sensitive member.



Daisy lowered her head, and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, kissing it gently. Miles let out a groan, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back against the couch. It had been a few months since he'd broken up with his girlfriend, and he had almost forgotten how good it felt.



Daisy paused briefly, but quickly resumed her explorations, taking his entire head into her mouth. She stumbled with her tongue in circles around the tip of his cock, unsure, inexperienced, but curious, and playful.



Her lips slid down his shaft, until half of his length was inside her. Miles' toes tingled, and he gripped her head with one of his hand, gently guiding her up and down. She followed his guidance, and bobbed up and down on his cock. Daisy grabbed the bottom of his shaft, and started pumping, in addition to motions of her lips. Miles' mouth fell open, and he moaned in pleasure.



Encouraged by his obvious approval, Daisy ran her tongue up the length of his shaft. The tingling spread from his toes to his knees, and up his thighs. She took tip of his cock back in her mouth, and used her tongue to massage the underside of his glans. She was still playful, but the inexperience seemed to have faded.



Miles couldn't take it anymore. He let go of Daisy's face, and gripped the fabric of the couch tightly. White hot energy coursed through his veins, numbing his mind in bliss.



A splash of cum hit the roof of Daisy's mouth, and her eyes opened wide in surprise. She yelped, and pulled her head back. The second jet of cum landed on her cheek, and she flinched, which was fortunate, because the next rope landed straight across her left eye.



Daisy looked up at Miles, cum covering her face, with just one eye open. She looked so nonplussed, Miles couldn't help but burst out laughing. Deep, belly laughter that shook his whole body. It wasn't just the way she looked at him, like a cat who just fell into the bathtub, but also the absurdity of his friend having turned into a woman.



Daisy, infected by his laughter, joined in. Her whole body rippled with mirth, and her grip on his dick sent aftershocks of pleasure throughout Miles' body.



Breathless, gasping for air, they locked eyes with each other. Well, only one eye, in Daisy's case.



"I think I gotta clean this off me," Daisy said, and let go of his dick. She stood up, and hurried to the bathroom again.



Miles hesitated for only a brief moment, before following her. He discovered her in the bathroom, using a towel to wipe the cum off of her face. He yanked the cloth away, and pulled her in for a kiss. Daisy was surprised at first, but quickly and gratefully responded to his lips. Miles' hand wandered down her back, and he pressed her body against his.



"You taste like beer," gasped Daisy.



"And you taste like chocolate," countered Miles.



They broke out in laughter again, but it was short lived. As soon as they recovered their breaths, they went back to kissing frantically, driven by a mutual need to feel each other. Miles' cock started to get hard again, and he steered Daisy out of the bathroom. Together, they stumbled towards his bedroom, knocking carelessly into walls, unwilling to disengage. The picture of Parker's family that hung in the hallway got knocked down, but neither of them heard the crash, nor would they have cared.



Finally, Miles deposited the object of his desire on his bed, and stood looking down at her. His cock was fully erect, and he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Daisy sat up, and lowered the zipper of the dress. The dress peeled away, revealing a spectacular set of tits underneath. Miles eagerly drank in the sight.



Daisy pushed the dress lower, over her ass, along with her panties. She laid back, pulled her knees towards her chest, and fully removed the garment. She laid back on the bed, and locked eyes with Miles.



"See? No cock," she grinned, slightly spreading her legs.



Miles grinned too, at the sight of the bare-shaven, slightly puffy, and wet pussy.



"Please, fuck me," pleaded Daisy, and he sprang into action.



Miles knelt down on the bed, spread her legs, and dragged her closer. He pointed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her cunt, and pushed in. His head easily parted her wet labia, and he groaned in pleasure as his hard cock slipped inside of her.



"Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh..." Daisy panted.



Miles dropped forward, planting his hands next to her chest, and lowered his head for a kiss. As soon as he started thrusting in and out of her, Daisy began a steady stream of moans, muffled by his embrace. He started thrusting harder, and she broke the kiss to gasp for air. A sheen of sweat glistened on her naked body.



All of a sudden, her whole body started shaking, and Daisy let out one long, wordless scream of pure ecstasy. Her back arched, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she seemed to be suspended in the air for half an eternity. Then she suddenly slumped back down on the bed.



"Oh god, wait, hold on, stop," Daisy urged, and put a hand on Miles' chest to hold him off.



Miles pulled his cock out of the her warm pussy, and looked at her questioningly.



"Everything ok?" he asked, concerned.



"Yeah... I just... need a second... too good..."



"I didn't hurt you, did I?"



"No," she gurgled, half laughing, "but... that was my, uh, first time. I'm not used to such... oh god, Miles, it's amazing."



"Sorry, I didn't know. If you had told me, I would have gone a lot slower."



"Slower? Hell no. How about faster?" she asked with a wicked grin, her tongue sticking slightly out of her teeth.



Miles grinned back, grabbed her hips, and flipped her over. Without being prompted, Daisy stuck her ass high into the air, wiggling it back and forth as an invitation. Miles slapped her on the buttcheek, satisfied with the high pitched yelp he elicited. He grabbed hold of her, and pushed his cock back into her pussy, relishing the warmth it provided.



Aided by the newfound leverage, he slammed into her mercilessly. The headboard of the bed tapped against the back wall with every thrust, accompanied by the slap of his legs on her thighs. Miles lost himself in the moment, concentrating solely on his cock thrusting in and out of her tight hole. Daisy's breath turned ragged, and her moans became louder.



"Oh... god... harder... please..." she begged.



Miles grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled her up on all fours. A band of sweat formed on his forehead, and he was breathing hard. He felt the burn in his thighs as he slammed into her, over and over, savoring the slow buildup of his oncoming orgasm.



"Oh god oh god ohgodohogodohgod," moaned Daisy.



She pulled free of his grip, and buried her head in the pillow. She let out a barely muffled, animalistic scream, and her whole body shook with her second orgasm. Miles felt the muscles of her pussy contract, squeezing and massaging his cock. It was too much for him.



With one final push, he buried himself deep in her cunt, and blasted his cum inside of her. Jet after jet of semen filled her up, and Miles rode his orgasm for as long as he could.



Miles' strength faded, and he collapsed on the bed next to Daisy. She resurfaced from the pillow, and crawled ontop of him. She seemed to be in a frenzy, and planted kisses all over his chest, moving up to nuzzle his neck, and lick his cheek. Finally, her mouth found his, and she came to a rest, kissing him with satisfied contentment.



Daisy started giggling, and Miles couldn't help but join in, filled with such an intense joy of life he had never known before.



"That was incredible," Daisy murmured, and nestled her head on his shoulder.



Miles wrapped an arm around her, and held her close.



"Good god, yes," Miles agreed, and they kissed again.



A sudden thought struck to him. "Uh, it might be too late to mention this now, but... I sort of came inside you."



"I know," gurgled Daisy. "I felt you coming."



"What about... you know?"



"Don't worry. Like I said, it's only temporary. I can't get pregnant. And I know you well enough to assume you're clean."



"Uh huh," grunted Miles, wondering how exactly the X-Change worked.



"I wish I wouldn't have to turn back," Daisy said quietly, after a brief silence.



"How does that work, anyway?" inquired Miles.



"There's different ones. Some last only a day, some longer. There's even one that lasts an entire month."



"And you?"



"Twelve hours."



"Oh."



"Disappointed?" Daisy cocked an eyebrow, and raised her head to look at him.



"I, uh... maybe?"



Daisy laid her head back down, and traced rings around Miles' nipple with her finger. "I wasn't sure before if I wanted it to last longer. I was always curious, about what it's like, you know? But I'm sure now. I never want to go back."



"Fine with me," Miles grinned. Parker had been a pretty good guy, but he had nothing on Daisy.



"Thank you for tonight."



"It doesn't have to end here, you know. We could go again, and again."



"Ok, that sounds great. Let's go again, right now."



"Ok," he agreed.



Two minutes later, Daisy was still lying on top of him, and neither of them had moved a muscle.



"What time is it, anyway?" Miles asked.



He looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand: 2:53 AM.



"Daisy?" he asked quietly.



Her eyes were closed already, and she was breathing slowly and rhythmically. Miles grabbed half of the blanket they were lying on, and wrapped it around them as best as he could, and placed one last kiss on her forehead.



***



Miles woke up around noon, and for just a brief moment, he thought nothing had changed. He was lying alone in his bed, and the warm sun shone on his naked body. The memories came rushing back to him in a torrent of excitement, and he looked around for Daisy. Had everything been a dream?



No, it couldn't have been. The bed bore unmistakable evidence of their night together. He picked up the pillow, and inhaled her fragrance. There was another smell in the air: pancakes. He pulled on a fresh pair of boxers, and a t-shirt, and went to investigate. A broken picture frame leaned against the wall, with a small pile of broken glass shards swept into a neat pile. Miles wondered what had happened.

