Well...okay, yes...

“I-I don’t know what I was thinking.” You said, your eyes cast down on the cold, hardwood floor.

“It’s alright honey.” Mellie said, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder. It felt so heavy to you, but not unpleasant. “You were curious. It’s only natural. It’s nothing girls haven’t been doing all along, at last since they first discovered a soft warm patch between their legs.”

“But I’m not a girl!” You said, lifting his eyes. They were glistening with held tears.

“You may not THINK like a girl, but make no mistake about it, baby…right now, you ARE one. There’s nothing wrong with checking out the plumbing a little.” Mellie smiled as he led you over to sit on the edge of the bed while he stayed standing in front of you. Your feet barely touched the floor in this new body, and you couldn't help but feel so small, so ****. “It’s nothing I haven’t done myself. Besides, I intend to do a little exploring of my own.” He said, with an evil smirk before wrapping his hand around the semi-hard piece of man-meat that now hung between his legs. Looking down from his face, You were acutely aware that your former penis was now at eye level and pointed straight at your face, with your former fist slowly working it's way along the fleshy shaft.

“You wouldn’t!” You said, turning your head quickly, your cheeks flushing red.

“Why not?” Mellie replied, giving a couple extra strokes for good measure. “We don’t know how long this…whatever it is, is going to last. We might as well make the most of it. There’s nothing we can do right now, at least not until the sun comes up. Then maybe we can start piecing things together.”

“Yeah but…” You couldn't believe you were having this discussion, or that Mellie seemed so turned on...but then again, what had YOU been doing in the shower?

“But what? It’s not like I’ve never touched it before…in fact, from the reactions I’ve been getting, you really enjoy it.” His smirk grew into a Cheshire-cat grin. “Why shouldn’t I see what all the fuss is about...uh...first hand?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but really couldn’t dispute his logic. Fair was fair. Still though, the thought of Mellie taking your former junk for a test drive without you on the other end of it made you feel strange…almost like you would cheating... on yourself. “Fine.” you said, setting your jaw.

“Don’t worry baby. I’ll be sure to save you some for later.” Mellie winked and turned around, heading into the bathroom as you stared after her, your mouth open. A tiny shudder went through you. You had always known Mellie was a little kinky, and she had talked about having “experimented” with girls before she had run into you…but could he really mean that he was going to try and fuck you while they were both in these bodies? Not on your watch. You were still a man…in spite of what the mirror told you, and you weren't about to lie down and let him stick YOUR old dick in you….no matter how good it might feel…pressing inside...

You shook his head to clear it. What the fuck were you thinking? You had to figure out what the hell had happened, and put an end to this. But right now, in the immediate, you needed to get dressed. You were feeling pretty **** in just your burgundy bathrobe, and even if you could get to sleep, there was no way you were going to do it naked. You looked around solemnly. The costume Mellie had worn lay on the floor, but there was no way you were going to put on a damn dress.

You got up and rummaged through the dresser. Mellie kept a drawer for her for the nights she when slept over. You slowly reached in and hunted around, finally producing a pair of dark blue silk panties. Boy shorts, you thought they were called. They looked similar to your usual underwear, but, your brain screamed at you,…they were PANTIES… You dropped them back into the drawer. You weren’t ready for that yet. You rooted around some more, pushing aside some other under garments, including a bra to match the panties. You pulled his hand back from it like you had been bitten by a snake. “Fuck this whole thing.” You said softly as you heard Mellie turn on the water in the shower. You shut the drawer and opened the one next to it. “That’s better.” You said, pulling out the faded, black “Pink Floyd “ T-shirt. It had always been one of your favorites. You tossed the robe onto the bed and slipped the shirt over your head. It was too big for you now, but it was better than the alternative. The softness of the material pressing against your bare nipples made them instantly hard. You also became acutely aware of the smell of it…faintly like men’s cologne. You had never taken much notice of it before, because it was your own scent, but a quick whiff sent a wave of little tingles running through your body. Was this what it was like for her?

Frowning, you pulled out a pair of red flannel boxers and quickly slipped them on. Again, they were much too big for you, so you held them up with one hand. You sighed, this wouldn’t do at all. Slowly you padded out into the living room and across to the kitchen, the wood of the floor cold on your bare feet, only intensifying the feeling in your nipples. Trying to put the sensations out of your mind, you made it to the junk drawer and started to rummage around. “There it is.” You said after a few seconds, as you held up the safety pin. It would have to do. You gathered the boxers at the waist and pinned them, before turning around. Everything looked so... different.

You felt so small now, so…off. Everything was at a lower perspective. You had lived in the apartment for the past two years, but it was like you were seeing it for the first time. Shadows looked different, and everything felt so much larger, more spacious. You had to get your head together…you had to figure this shit out. You could feel the panic starting to rise inside you again, until you laid eyes on the rum bottle sitting on top of the refrigerator. Internally, you fought with yourself. Was a drink really what you needed right now? You had already lost whatever buzz Mellie had had from the dance when they got home, and you needed something to calm your steadily jangling nerves, something to mellow you out so he could think.