A BIG surprise!

Melanie swayed unsteadily as he unlocked the door. He and Keith had been out all day. They had started with a movie, then had gone bowling afterwards, ending up at the End Zone of all places, for dinner and a few more drinks, then a couple games of pool. The whole time Keith had confessed to him about his relationship, and his lack of luck with women. Mellie had tried to keep a sympathetic ear, with more than a few “Mmmhmmm”'s and “She wasn't good enough for you bro”'s, but in the end he was just glad the day was over. It wasn't like Keith was a bad guy, if circumstances were different, and he had run into him before Carl...who knew? Now though, he was just a whiny mass of Jello. And that turned him off. He needed to sack the fuck up.

He sighed as the tumblers turned in the lock. Hopefully, you were feeling better. He hated to leave you that morning the way you were, but you probably needed some time by yourself to cool off. Hopefully you'd be in a better mood. He'd fix some coffee and the two of you could talk about...what...happened...with...Keith...

Mel's jaw dropped as the door swung open. All around the room were arranged a series of tea candles, casting a soft glow over the entire apartment. The stereo was on low with some smooth jazz flowing from the speakers. He had never been a big fan of it, but you liked it to 'set the mood' as you had always said. In front of him, in the center of the living room, stood...you. Your hair was pulled back and tied with a white ribbon. You had made an attempt at putting on makeup, with some smoky mascara around the eyes and soft red lipstick. Looking down, Melanie could see that you wore a small white-silk robe, untied, to reveal the pair of dark tan mounds, capped with deep brown areolas underneath. Around your waist was an ivory colored garter belt, which held up the pair of pale silk stockings that clung subtly to your shapely legs. You wore no panties, the neatly trimmed line of dark hair covering your mound serving as an arrow pointing to a promise of hidden delights. In your hand you carried a tall glass, filled with soda and ice, which you offered to Melanie.

“What the hell is this?” He said, blinking in the doorway as he took the glass from you and raised it to his lips. Rum and coke. In spite of himself he could feel his heart beating faster, even as the rumblings began in his pants, causing them to constrict. “This isn't fucking fair, baby.” He said, adjusting himself with one hand. “I know you're pissed, but you can't just tease like this.”

“Who said I was teasing?” You responded as you stepped forward, the candlelight flowing over your smooth body, clad in white silk. Standing on tip-toes, you ran a hand into Mellie's hair, pressing your lips against his, immediately feeling the heat in your groin as you felt the pressure of his member rising against your bare stomach. You reached behind him, pushing the door closed before leaning in to whisper four words into his ear. “You're right. I'm sorry.”

“You're fucking kidding!” Melanie said as he downed the rest of the rum and coke and set the glass on the coffee table. You responded by taking him by the hand and leading him into the bedroom. Inside, you had arranged more of the tea candles, casting the entire room in a soft, flickering orange glow.

“You're right, Mel.” You said, stopping in front of the bed, your hands traveling down Mellie's toned stomach, your fingers fumbling with the snap on his pants. Truthfully, you had thought about this all day and your emotions had been boomeranging between scared and excited since you had woken up and found the apartment empty. A few shots of rum later though, and all that remained was the excitement...and the strange longing between your legs. “I just needed to relax.”

Slowly, you undid the zipper as Mellie stood nonplussed. His already mostly-erect member popped out with little aid. You wrapped your tiny hand around it and started slowly jerking.

“This body has such strange feelings...I...I just can't keep fighting them anymore.” You looked up into his eyes and were met with a hard, hungry kiss, his lips on yours. Your hand tightened around the growing mass of manhood, causing the first drops of pre-cum to leak from it's tip and run down over your fingers.

Mellie pulled back, one hand gently stroking your soft cheek. “Are you sure, baby?”

Without a word, you smiled and dropped to your knees. You loved the feel of the stockings against your freshly-shaved legs. They made you feel...sexy. As you reached the floor, you stuck out your tongue and began to run it around the tip of Mellie's rock-hard member, before pressing it between your lips. Mellie threw his head back, a deep moan escaping from his throat. You took that as encouragement and continued, forcing more of the thick cock into your face, until you could feel his pubic hair tickling under your nose once again. Then you started to pull off, only to go back down again, deep-throating your former equipment for all you were worth.

Mellie's breath was coming shorter already, his hands on your shoulders as you expertly swallowed the length of his prick, before letting it pop out of your mouth so that you could run your tongue along the underside of the shaft, like she used to do to you. “Fuck baby. You do that so well.” He panted. You smiled up at him, wrapping your hand around the base and squeezing, hard.

“Don't cum yet baby. There's more.” You said,

Smiling, Mellie put her hands under your arms, lifting you up off the floor. He kissed you again and pushed gently, causing you to fall back onto the bed. You moved further up and giggled a very feminine giggle, then lay back, looking up at him with your best “come hither” look.

Mellie needed no more encouragement than that. He had been dying to give you a tour of your new body ever since you had switched places. He stepped out of his pants and was on you like a starving man on a three layer cake. He pressed down on top of you, his hard chest rubbing against your nipples, sending waves of sensation through your already overexcited body. Suddenly, you could feel something pressing at your wet, needy hole. You were already dripping from the anticipation of what was to come, and you could feel something soft and fleshy pressing against the outer lips of your pussy. The sweet feelings coursing through you were incredible. You could hardly think as you writhed beneath him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tried to pull him in. But he braced himself and hesitated.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He said, teasing you with the first inch of his cock...stroking it slowly in and out between your nether lips.

“Oh fuck yes, baby. Make me feel good.” You panted. You were past the point of no return now. You knew what you wanted. You wanted to be fucked...badly.

“That's a good girl.” Mellie smiled.

“I'm not...” You began, your breath short. “I'm not a...uuuuuuuuuugghhhnnn.”

Your mouth hung open, the only sound coming from you a long, aching groan as Mellie finally slid the full length of his manhood into the warm, fleshy sheath of your eager pussy, bottoming out inside of you. You tightened your grip on his neck as fireworks exploded in your brain. You WERE a girl. Right now, in this instant, you could feel it. You were every inch a girl, filled to the brim with your boyfriend's throbbing cock, and you were loving it.

“Yes, you are baby.” The man above you cooed into your ear. “You're MY good girl.” Slowly, the fullness you were feeling inside began to retreat, only to be replaced, sending more crippling waves of pleasure smashing into your brain.

“I...I...”You whimpered against the onslaught of the fleshy intruder. It felt so...wonderful. “I'm your good girl.” You panted, losing yourself in the sensations coursing through you, like nothing you had ever felt as a man. The body on top of you picked up it's pace, grinding his hips faster as he fucked away. With every thrust, more and more of your former resistance crumbled and fell away. “Oh my God.” You cooed as your man spread your legs further apart, forcing himself in deeper. Your head swayed back and forth as your breasts jiggled on your chest, totally lost in the pleasure forcing its way into you, causing something else to begin building behind it, something huge and unstoppable.

“That's... it.” Mellie grunted as he pounded away at your pussy. “You're my good girl, who loves being stuffed with...big...fat...cock...” He punctuated the last few words with deep strokes which rattled your insides.

“Yes!” You screamed, your nails dragging on the back of your man, leaving deep scratches. “I love your fucking cock! Ohhhhh Fuck...KEEP...FUCKING...MEEEEEE!” With one last, hard thrust, Mellie pounded in and held his cock in place. You writhed as the building wave crested and flowed over you. You could feel your pussy rippling around the fat beefy fuck stick inside of you, but were helpless to do anything but wrap your silk-clad legs around your man as the orgasm tore through your senses. You were aware of a great gush of fluid from between your legs, drenching your lover...then a sharp emptiness as he pulled out.

“Oh fuck baby!” A deep voice moaned from above you. Then suddenly, you could feel the warm, wet drops of cum as they fell over your body, clinging to your tits and face, each warm splash sending a rippling aftershock running through you. You opened your eyes to see Mellie kneeling between your open legs, jerking his cock as the last jets of warm seed fell on your gaping slit. Finally, when he was at last spent, Mellie collapsed on the bed next to you, both of you exhausted with the strength of your shared climax, sweat pouring off of you. Smiling with contentment, you rolled over, draping your arm across your lover, kissing him lightly on the back of his neck, before you both passed out, smiles of satisfaction on both your faces..