Tea time!

A cold draft blew down the hall, sending goosebumps up and down Sam's scantily clad form. "Well, at least the stove looks warm," he thought opening the door and slipping inside.

Sam moved over to the polished silver kettle and rubbed his hands over the escaping steam. "Geeze, that feels good," he thought. But as he did so, the whistling dropped in pitch and petered out. The burner on the stove had gone out.

"Dammit!" He tried to relight the burner, but it seemed to be an old-style gas burner with no igniter. He looked around for some matches but couldn't find any. Frustrated, he picked up the still-warm kettle and carried it over to the table.

On the table was an insulated tray that he set the kettle down on. Next to it was a white tea cup. "Might as well get some hot water in me."

But apparently the kettle had tea bags inside it as a sweet-smelling brown liquid filled the cup. Sam thought you weren't supposed to boil the tea bags with the water, but maybe he was wrong? Tea wasn't a big part of his diet.

He sat for a while just holding the teacup in his hands, letting the tea cool and feeling the warmth in his palms. As he did so, he unconsciously crossed he legs and was surprised at the sensation. Feeling his newly-hairless skin rubbing against itself in an unfamiliar way sparked a strange excitement in Sam. He rubbed his smooth legs together feeling the delicious sensations, crossing them at the knee like a girl to maximize the contact. He brought his hand down and traced along his own thigh. He remembered his explorations on similarly smooth-legged women and felt his own femininely soft hand touching himself intimately. His male member responded to the sensations and rose. Not fully conscious of his actions, he began stroking his own erection. Sam's hand no longer felt like his own rough male hand and he lost himself in a fantasy about receiving a handjob from a sexy lady.

As he did so, a remote part of his mind remembered the teacup in his hand and brought it to his lips to take a sip. But just at that moment a shudder of pleasure went through his body and the hand holding the teacup jerked. The tea mostly went in his mouth, but too much of it and down the wrong pipe. His erotic mood spoiled, Sam dropped the teacup and coughed and gagged, trying to clear his windpipe. After a panicked moment, he started breathing normally, but then felt a curious tightness in his throat.

Sam tried to clear his throat, but his cough came out as a high pitched squeak. He tried again and again only produced a slight bit of noise. He tried talking, but it was like a massive case of laryngitis had suddenly seized him. He then felt a similar swelling sensation in his mouth and on his face.

"What was in that tea?!" he wondered. He didn't know himself to have any allergies, but that was all he could think would be causing this. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth and his lips... He bent down and tried to see his reflection in the polished silver of the tea kettle. He couldn't be sure but his lips looked puffy, fuller than usual.

He tried and failed to say something again. The disturbing thought occurred to him that he could no longer call for help.