My roommate has no luck with women. He’s handsome and gets all the attention when he walks into a room, but when women approach him he just freezes and doesn’t know what to do.
Andy and I have known each other since the first day in college. Roommates in the dorms and now in our own apartment, and in all that time I’ve never seen him with anyone.
I mean, I’m no prize. I’m not nearly as handsome or as intelligent as he is, but even I can manage to string together a few sentences and be charming enough to get a woman to come home with me.
My plan has its flaws, but its pretty straightforward. What Andy needs is a woman who is committed to talking to him, to break past the outer shell and find the good guy that lies beneath it. I can’t convince anyone to try, but I can do the next best thing.
Take a pill and become the opposite gender. It’s science fiction become science in this day and age. Twenty-four hours as a woman and I’ll use that time to charm and disarm my roommate. By the time I’m done with him, he’ll be brimming with all the confidence he needs.
I didn’t count on how he could make me feel. I didn’t count on the desires of this body. I didn’t realize just how intense it could be, being a woman.
There is a need in me, urgent and potent. And if I’ve gone this far into getting him to fall for me, what does it matter if I go a little further?
Excerpt
It wasn’t my first kiss, not by a long shot, and it was pleasant in the way that kisses always are. But there was an undercurrent that ran beneath it I had difficulty placing. Something that thrummed through my body and remained present regardless of what else happened. A small little thread of an idea that coiled around and around until it grew into a thick strand and pushed its way into every corner of me.
It was urgency, a need to touch him and feel him and taste him. It was a need that required satisfaction, and once it sunk its claws in me I knew I’d made the right choice.
He wasn’t bad, inexperienced yes but he was eager and I could feel the need in him as well. That made me feel so good, to be so wanted by someone. It made me feel like I wasn’t making some sort of mistake.
And yes this was my best friend and yes he was a man, but I meant it when I said that tonight I wasn’t Alex.
I felt like someone else, like I’d slipped into the body of a different person and like I was succumbing to her needs. I didn’t need to worry about things like right and wrong and straight and gay, all I needed to worry about was satisfying this man and finding my satisfaction from him.
I was Alexis and it was glorious to be her.
My hands were on his chest and his were to either side of us. He was kissing me with eager attention, meeting my response but not moving past that. So I slipped my hands up to his shoulders and then down his strong arms. I found his wrists and I gripped them, bringing his hands to my waist and placing them on me.
Fire exploded in me when he touched me, and he paused for just a moment before coming to life. He touched me and I moaned into his mouth, my hips moving unconsciously as I ground myself against him.
“Oh Andrew,” I told him, “I love it when you touch me.”
I pushed my tongue into his mouth and he stiffened before pressing back against me. His hands moved of their own accord, sliding up my sides to find my ribs and hold me there. They squeezed me reassuringly and I moaned, taking his face in my hands and holding him as we broke for air.
“You’re amazing Alexis,” he told me, “I’ve never met another woman like you before.”
My forehead pressed against his I looked him deep in his eyes. My hands moved to his shirt and I unbuttoned it bit by bit, exposing his bare chest to my fingers. There was a momentary pause as skin touched skin, and then our lips connected again and our hands moved with a frantic urgency.
Shaking fingers as I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pressed it over his shoulders. His hands finding the straps of my dress and tugging them off of me. I reached up and gripped his head, running my fingers into his hair and pulling him into me as our lips broke and I brought his mouth to my neck.
Kissing me, moving downwards. His lips found their way as I released his head and used my hands to pull my dress down further.
Baring my breasts to his eyes and his lips as left a trail of saliva over the tops of my breasts and licked and sucked on my skin. I needed him to find my nipples and he did, taking them into his mouth and lightly biting them, sending arcs of passionate pleasure rushing through my body.
“Oh god that feels so good,” I moaned, “Don’t stop Andrew. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
He spun me, pushing me down to my back on the couch with him above me. I pulled at his clothing, first his shirt and then his belt and pants. He pulled at mine, pushing my dress down and over my hips and then down even further as it slipped down my legs and left me wearing only my panties.