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The Kindness of Strangers I was trying to be romantic. The plan was to surprise my girlfriend Michelle with a romantic evening. I had it all planned out: a candlelit dinner, rose petals, champagne, and hopefully some exquisite sex would follow. I took the bus to her townhouse so that she wouldn't recognize my car parked out front, let myself in with the spare key and went to work setting things up. When I was satisfied with my preparations, I hopped into the shower to freshen up before she got off work. That's when everything went wrong. I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in just a towel, only to find myself face to face with another man, one who looked just as shocked and angry as I felt. "Who are you?" he asked gruffly. "I'm Michelle's boyfriend," I barked, trying to sound tough. "Who the fuck are you?" What followed was probably the most disconcerting way he could have responded. He chuckled. It was like I amused him. "So you're the boyfriend," he said. "No wonder Michelle decided she needed a real man." Before that moment, I had never really had a reason to question my masculinity. I've always considered myself fairly fit. I'm tall, broad in the shoulders and active enough to stay limber, but this guy dwarfed me. He was almost a caricature of masculinity: towering height, rippling muscles, and a square, rock-hard jaw. Also, I couldn't be sure, but judging by the obvious bulge in his pants, he dwarfed me in other ways as well. The man hardly seemed like a real person. "She's never had any complaints before," I said--obviously not a strong retort, made even more obvious when the man began chuckling again. "Maybe you just weren't paying attention," he said, "but I bet you'll get this message loud and clear. Leave." "No way," I said. "I've got more of a right to be here than you do." "You're still not listening. Michelle doesn't want you. She wants me. So you have no place here. Now get out, or I'll throw you out." Less than a minute later I was tumbling down the front steps of Michelle's apartment while the hulk slammed the door behind me. I was locked out of the building. And I was naked. I quickly scrambled across the drive to a clump of trees which would hide me from the streetlights. Once I was more or less out of sight, I assessed the situation. A barbarian had locked me out of the building. I was seven miles from home with no keys, no car, no phone, no money, and of course, no clothes. Oh yeah, and my apparently former girlfriend Michelle was a two-faced bitch. I was angry, sad, embarrassed and scared all at once, and completely at a loss what to do. The only thing I knew for sure was that I needed some clothes. I got an idea when I noticed the row of bins that lined the street. Trash day was early the next morning, and a number of people in the complex had already set out their garbage bins. Maybe, just maybe, someone was throwing away some clothes. Almost as if by magic, the first bin I checked had a small plastic bag filled with close sitting on top of the more typical garbage bag. I quickly dumped out a pair of sweatpants, a zip-up hoodie, even a pair of tennis shoes. Even in the dark, I could tell they were too small--probably thrown out because some kid had outgrown them--but what choice did I have? I tentatively sniffed the fabric to see if it was clean and was pleasantly surprised to discover that it smelled quite fresh. First I pulled up the sweat pants--tight around the waist and much too short to reach my ankles, fitting me almost like capris. Next the sweatshirt. It barely stretched over my broad shoulders. They made most clothes fit a bit strange, but this case was even worse, and the sleeves only made it halfway down my forearm. However, I still managed to zip it up most of the way up. Finally, the shoes. They were tight, like everything else, but I managed to get my feet inside and could just barely tie the laces without too much pain. I probably looked ridiculous, and the tight clothing seemed to leave my skin tingling a bit, almost like my limbs were falling asleep, but at least I was covered up. Now if only I could find someone who had thrown away a bike or even a skateboard to make things easier on me. Walking home in strange clothes was better than walking home in the nude, but I still wasn't excited about making the seven mile trip on foot--especially in those poorly fitting shoes. I looked up and down the street hoping to see something that could help me, but couldn't see anything that might help. Figuring I should probably get my journey underway, I turned and walked straight into the trash bin. It fell with a loud clatter, the lid flew off, and garbage bags spilled onto the street. "Shit." So much for being stealthy. I quickly righted the bin, but, now empty, it seemed even noisier. Every bump and scrape resonated in its open maw. I quickly gave up on repositioning it and decided to clean up the garbage bags. Fortunately none of them had opened, so I could just plop them into the bin. Finally, the lid. I tried to put it on delicately. It looked like I was going to escape unnoticed when a yellow shaft of light fell over me. "Who's out there?" "Shit." I was caught. I looked up at the closest townhouse and saw a woman's silhouette outlined in the doorway. "I'm sorry," I said. "This was all an accident. I just . . . knocked over your trash. Just an accident. But it's alright. I'm going now." "Where did you get those clothes?" Now I was really caught. This was her trash, and I was probably wearing her kid's clothes. There wasn't any way to smooth talk past that glaring fact. "I--well, I got them out of your trash. I know it seems strange. The thing is, I was--look, it's kind a long story, but I was desperate." The woman was quiet for a long time. I couldn't blame her--obviously it was an unusual situation--but she was quiet so long it started to make me uncomfortable. "I could really use some help," I said. "Maybe you could call a cab for me, maybe lend me a few bucks?" Still she was silent. Apparently this was getting nowhere. I was on the brink of just walking away when she finally spoke. "I think you should come inside." "You're going to help me out?" I asked, rather incredulously. "Yes, I think I have to." The way she spoke seemed odd and just a little ominous, but I was too grateful for the help to care. I quickly stepped inside, relieved that I could no longer risk being spotted naked or in the tight clothing. "I'm Danni," the woman said. "Hi, I'm Sam," I answered, shaking the dainty hand she had extended to me. Now that we were both inside, I could finally see the face of my rescuer, and when I did, I was dumbstruck. The woman was absolutely beautiful. First it was her eyes--a dark, smoky grey with the lightest flecks of green and gold that seemed to sparkle against her rich, caramel complexion. She had a smooth, round face, framed by ringlets of a dark reddish-brown. My eyes looked up and down a body as pristine as anything I had ever seen in a magazine. She was dressed simply, comfortably, but somehow her casual look made her that much sexier. Her long, sleeved t- shirt was stretched just right over an obviously generous bust, and though she seemed to be wearing a bra, it had obviously done little to keep her nipples from poking out thanks to the chilly night air. She also wore a simple pair of red cotton mini-shorts that couldn't help but draw attention to her tight, round ass while still showing off almost all of her incredibly long, smooth legs. I couldn't help but feel instantly attracted to this woman. My relationship with Michelle wasn't even cold in its grave yet, but all thoughts of other women fled from my mind when I saw this beauty standing before me. My gawking stare ended where it began, looking into those enchanting eyes that seemed filled with more kindness, sadness, and joy than it seemed possible for a person as young as her to feel. And that's when it hit me. She was young. Far too young to have a child whose clothes could come anywhere close to fitting me. Maybe a younger brother? But then I looked down at myself, seeing my scavenged outfit under the light for the first time. The thin material of the pants was a light grey, but with a light pink stripe up the sides. Fortunately, there was nothing written on the butt, but there was a small heart encircled by a venus symbol embroidered next to the pockets. The sweatshirt was just as bad, made entirely of bright pink fabric with the same logo embroidered on the chest. Even the shoes were all white and pink with the same heart and venus symbol emblazoned on the side. It must have been some women's clothing line I wasn't familiar with. I had to laugh at the blunder I had made in the darkness. "I'm wearing girls' clothing, aren't I?" "Yes, I'm afraid you are. Those used to be mine actually." Just as I had feared. There I was, a complete stranger, wearing her discarded clothes--clothes which obviously did not fit me. I must have been quite the pitiful figure for her to consider letting me into her home. "I guess I look pretty odd," I said. "Well . . ." she said, proceeding cautiously, "yes, a bit. I'm sure there's some kind of explanation. Why don't we sit down, and you can tell me what happened." She led me into the living room--it was a bit disconcerting to be in an apartment with the same ground plan as Michelle's--though inverted. It seemed fitting given the twisted turn of events I related to my rescuer. She was incredibly sensitive as she listened, and although the circumstances in which I found myself were certainly embarrassing, she didn't laugh at all. She just looked at me gently with those deep eyes and said, "That's awful. You're having a pretty rough day, aren't you?" "Well, it's turning around," I said. She blushed slightly and sweetly with a caring smile that gave me a hint my night might just keep getting better. "You mean even though you're stuck in a strange woman's clothes, that's an improvement?" she teased. "Would you have let me in if I was naked?" "Definitely not," she said. "Then it's an improvement." She smiled again. "Why did you throw these out anyway?" The question seemed to make her oddly uncomfortable. "Oh," she said, looking away, "I just didn't want them anymore." "But why?" I asked. "They're, like, totally cute." Danni's head whipped around, and she looked at me almost startled, but with a bit of concern as well. Admittedly, the words felt odd coming out of my mouth, but looking over my outfit, I knew it was true. I could imagine how the clothes would have looked on Danni--the soft cotton of the sweat pants stretched over her curves with the waist riding just low enough to be tempting, the sweatshirt barely closing over her full, round breasts. I had always liked the casual look on girls. Danni was pulling it off right now, and I just knew she would've look good in what I was wearing. After all, it even looked pretty cute on me. "The clothes seem perfectly good." I continued. "Well, until I stretched them out anyway. I don't suppose you have anything else I could wear?" "Nothing that would fit you any better," she said. "Sorry." "That's alright," I said. "Why would you? Besides, you've already been so nice to me." "It's the least I can do," Danni answered. "Is there anything else I can do? Would you like something to eat or drink?" "You don't have to do that. Really, if you just call a cab or give me some change for bus fare, that will be fine." "No, no," she insisted, "You've obviously been through a lot. Why don't you just relax for a while? "That's kind of you," I said. It was very kind of her. I couldn't understand why she would be so kind. When she found me outside of her house, I wouldn't have been surprised if she had called the cops on me, but instead, she was welcoming me into her house, offering me food and drinks. It just seemed odd. "It's no trouble. So, can I get you anything?" I gave in. She was so nice, not to mention so sexy. I wouldn't mind having a little more time to look at that hot face and body. "Alright," I said. "What do you have?" She invited me into the kitchen. I rose to follow her and pulled up on the sweatpants which were riding pretty low. I decided to tug on the draw strings and tie a loose bow. The pants were still quite tight around my hips, but felt oddly loose at my waist. We headed into the kitchen to scope out the options. Once there I noticed an obviously interrupted project. There was a mixing bowl on the counter containing what looked like flour and sugar and maybe some other ingredients. Beside it was a stick of butter, and a bag of chocolate chips. "Were you baking?" I asked. "Oh," she said, "yeah. I was feeling a bit down and thought some fresh chocolate chip cookies would cheer me up. That's what I was doing when I heard you outside. I hadn't gotten very far though." "Would you mind if I helped you finish them?" "You want to?" she asked. "Honestly," I said, "with as strange and stressful as my day has been, nothing sounds better than some fresh baked chocolate chip cookies." "Alright," she said, "if you want to. Maybe it will be just the distraction you need." And so we dove in, measuring ingredients, mixing batter, preheating the oven, sneaking chocolate chips. Soon we were chatting and laughing like old friends. I couldn't believe how well I was getting along with this beautiful woman when we had just met, especially considering the circumstances under which we had met. She had been so welcoming and compassionate. It was like I couldn't help but be drawn to her. It was odd. I had just been planning a romantic evening with my girlfriend not long before, but the subsequent events made that feel like it was already a life time away. I was feeling increasingly attracted to everything about her--her kind eyes, her cute smile, the sway of her hips, the grace of every move, not to mention her obviously killer body. As we worked in the kitchen, I found myself "accidentally" grazing and bumping into her. She seemed to reciprocate enough times that I was certain some must have been intentional. And as the physical contact between us increased, I felt myself starting to get excited, nervous that my excitement would start to show through the thin fabric of my sweatpants. "Alright," Danni said. "Time to scoop the cookies." I decided to roll up my sleeves to keep them from getting messy. It had been getting warm in the kitchen anyway, though that may have just been my own arousal. I stopped short, just one sleeve rolled up. I held up my arms and examined them. Nothing looked unusual about them to me. However, the material bunched up around one arm and the loose sleeve around the wrist of my other arm seemed unusual. Earlier they couldn't even cover my arms, but now I needed to roll them up. "I think I, like, stretched out this sweatshirt," I said. "It looks like it fits you just fine," Danni said. "You're right," I answered. "I'm not sure what I was thinking. It's always been this size--just a little tight across the chest, but I can't help that," I said--though I couldn't quite remember why the statement made sense. I shrugged it off, rolled up the other sleeve, and began scooping balls of cookie dough onto a pan. With one batch in the oven, we took a break, leaning against the counter. Danni was looking me up and down, which gave me a small thrill of excitement. "You're really nice," she said. I answered, "Thanks," even though the way she said it sounded more like a regret than a compliment. For a moment we stood facing each other in a tense silence, finally broken by Danni. "Would you . . . like some wine?" she asked. "While we wait?" "That sounds nice," I replied. I was getting increasingly excited by the hint she might be feeling the same attraction I was. She poured us both a full glass of wine and we were soon back to relaxed chatting, but with a bit more obvious flirtation. "So do you invite in everyone you catch rummaging through your garbage?" I asked. "No," she smirked, "just the ones already wearing my old clothes." "And how many of those do you offer wine to?" "Just the ugly ones," she said. "What?" "I'm just teasing you," she said shoving me a little. "I think you meant it," I retorted, turning my back on her. I didn't know what had come over me. I usually wasn't very good at casual flirting, especially with someone I had just met, but here I was, obviously charming this gorgeous stranger. It felt effortless, natural. I simply attributed it to the wine that had quickly warmed my whole body. "Come on," she said, "I didn't mean it." Her small hand reached out and took me by the arm. She pulled me close. "I think you're very cute," she said. "You're . . . you're beautiful." Our faces were close, almost touching. I could smell the rich aroma of wine on our breaths as they mingled together. Her hand was still on my arm. "You're beautiful too," I said. "You really think so?" I nodded, biting my lip. Just then, the alarm for the cookies went off. I couldn't tell if Danni was relieved or disappointed at the interruption. Either way she moved away quickly, and we were soon back to work. We took the cookies out of the oven and carefully lifted them onto a plate. Then we began scooping more. "Here," Danni said, handing me an elastic hair tie, "for your hair." I looked down and saw my long black locks drifting dangerously close to the bowl of cookie batter. "Oh thanks," I said, pulling my hair back into a loose ponytail. "That was close. I can't believe I didn't notice it earlier." Danni shrugged, and there was soon another batch of cookies baking. "So, should we try them?" Steam was rising gently off the platter of gooey golden brown goodness. "Of course," I answered. We each took a cookie. Still hot from the oven they were soft and gooey and fell apart as we ate them. It didn't stop us from taking seconds, and soon our hands were covered in crumbs and warm melted chocolate. "Oh my gosh," Danni laughed. "I'm making a mess." "You're just a dirty girl, aren't you?" I teased while licking my fingers. "Well, this dirty girl wants to get cleaned up," Danni smirked, reaching for a paper towel. That's when an idea struck me. "Wait," I said, surprised by how softly I spoke. Danni froze. Still only half- sure what I was doing, I moved closer. I took her by the wrist and lifted up her hand, still smeared with chocolate and buttery crumbs. "W-what are you doing?" she whispered. She was almost trembling, and a mixture of fear and excitement glistened in her eyes. But she didn't resist as I held her hand gently and, one by one, put her fingers between my full, red lips, gently licking each one in my mouth and sucking them clean. I had never done anything this sensual, not even with Michelle. It seemed like being with Danni was bringing out a whole new side of me. Surging confidence gave me the boldness to reach out and seize what I wouldn't have even tried for before. I felt sexy and self-assured. Even more so, I felt horny. And judging by Danni's quick, shallow breaths, she was feeling the same way. "That was nice," she said, closing her fingers around mine and gripping my hand tightly. Her eyes traced my face, her gaze full of wonder mixed with desire. Then she smiled. "It looks like you were a bit messy too," she said. "Where?" I felt a small pressure on the back of my neck. Danni's hand. She was pulling me closer. I could feel the pressure of her chest against mine, both of our hearts racing. She leaned her head forward and gave me the gentlest kiss, just below my lips. "Did you get it?" "Shh . . ." She kissed me again, this time with her soft lips parted slightly. She held me there for what seemed like a blissful eternity. There was nothing but the warmth of our bodies pressed against each other. Then I felt her tongue. First it just flicked gently, softly against my skin--each touch sending a soft tingle racing through my body. Quickly emboldened, she began sucking, sliding her warm, slick tongue over my skin. Only half aware of it, I had slipped one of my hands around her waist and was gripping her shirt tightly as the arousal crept over me. I was starting to get antsy, wanting things to escalate quicker, when Danni finally closed her lips around mine. And like the bursting of a damn, suddenly we were making out: sucking, licking, biting kissing. We pulled each other closer, smashing our bodies together. It was rough and sloppy and I loved every second of it. One of Danni's hands had found its way down to my waist where a gently manicured finger had grazed my midriff and with that subtle touch had lit me on fire. I quickly grabbed her by the wrist and had every intention of thrusting her hand down the front of my sweatpants when the timer went off again. It startled us both. Danni quickly pulled away blushing. "Oh my god," she said. "I was just--I can't believe I was doing that." "It's alright," I said, trying to calm her down, "I know that was moving kind of fast, but we didn't do anything wrong." I leaned in to give her another kiss, but she took a step back, shaking her head. "No, you don't understand," she said. "You were just . . . but you look so . . ." I had no idea what she was bothering her. Just a moment before she had seemed almost more eager than I was, and suddenly she was all, like, bottled up. To make matters worse, now that she had me all worked up, it was hard to think about anything but what I wanted to do to her next. And the timer was still beeping. "We need to get the cookies." Having something else to focus on seemed to break the tension a bit, but Danni had suddenly become guarded and self-conscious. The flirting and playful touches had disappeared. However, it was clear that she was struggling with herself. Even though she was keeping space between us, her movements were still incredibly sexy and alluring, almost in spite of herself. She opened the oven door and a rush of hot air blew her hair around her face like a model in a photo shoot. Then, as she removed the cookies from the oven, she bent sharply at the waist, sticking her ass into the air enticingly. She wiggled her hips as she walked and touched her breasts absentmindedly while lifting the cookies from the tray to a plate. Just watching her was driving me crazy. But what made it better was when I caught her sneaking glances at me, even licking her lips hungrily. It seemed like she was losing the battle with her desires, and when the last batch of cookies was in the oven, I had hoped we would be able to pick up where we left off. Unfortunately, Danni was stubbornly standing about as far away from me as possible in the small kitchen. "I'm a bit thirsty," I said. "Why don't we have a little more wine?" Danni knew what I was getting at, of course, but she nodded in assent and poured two more tall glasses of wine. Maybe it was just what she needed to lift her courage. We sipped quietly, not saying much, and I soon felt that pleasant warmth growing in my stomach and a gentle haze in my head. The alcohol was hitting me harder than I had expected, but I didn't mind. I was already intoxicated with desire just being in the room with Danni and the wine only amplified the effects. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She stood across the room (a little closer than before) with one hand resting casually on a cocked hip. The yellow light above her brought out glistening copper highlights in her hair and made her perfect complexion almost glow. Stiff nipples poked out against the fabric of her shirt, betraying the arousal she was reluctant to indulge in. All the while, she was sipping her wine sensually, almost in slow motion. Wine poured slowly through those perfect, plump lips, giving them a glossy red stain. Then that sexy pink tongue would glide over her lips picking up every sparkling drop. I started breathing quicker. I could still remember the taste of her tongue, laced with wine and chocolate, as it had slipped between my lips. I desperately wanted it back in my mouth. I wanted to nibble and suck it. I wanted to feel it flicking against my chest, gliding up my thighs, all the way to my groin. An image of Danni kneeling in front of me with her face between my legs suddenly flashed through my mind and I felt the fire deep in my groin flair up even hotter than before. I wanted her so badly, my body almost ached to be touched. I couldn't help wondering if I looked as enticing to her as she did to me. Did she like the slight flush of pink in my olive complexion, from the potent blend of intoxication and arousal. Was she studying every move of my slender but toned arms. Was she thirsting for the wine that dripped from my lips? Could she see the way my chest rose and fell with my shallow breaths? I looked over and saw her enthralling grey eyes fixed on my body with fire burning deep inside them. It was obvious she wanted me almost as badly as I wanted her. But for some reason, she was reluctant, or maybe just playing hard to get. Either way, I decided it was time to take things up a notch. She had gotten my engine going, and it wasn't going to slow down any time soon. "It's getting so hot in here," I said. The statement was actually true--the oven had been on for almost an hour now in that tiny kitchen, but the real heat was building up inside me. I was sure Danni would know what I really meant. I had Danni's complete attention as I started to slowly unzip the hoodie halfway, giving her a nice, long look at the chest I was so proud of. Her eyes bulged at the sight of my cleavage. I had her. "Aren't you hot?" I asked, taking a couple of steps toward her. "A little," she said softly. I moved closer still. Now we were in arm's reach. "I bet those long sleeves are pretty warm," I said as I reached out and delicately tugged one of her shirt. She nodded slowly, her eyes still fixated on my exposed skin. "It's all right if you get more comfortable. I don't mind." She nodded again and set her glass, mostly empty, down on the counter. Her movements were hesitant, and it looked like she might back out. I couldn't have that. So, I lifted my hand and, began nonchalantly caressing my exposed skin with a glossy fingernail, gliding back and forth over my chest. It was a simple gesture, one I couldn't remember making before, but I knew instinctually that the frank sensuality was incredibly powerful. It certainly worked on Danni. She seemed hypnotized by the movements and, almost in a trance, lifted her shirt over her head and yanked her arms out of her sleeves. Beneath, she wore a simple blue cami that barely contained her enormous tits. There was no bra underneath, and the stiff nipples jutting out prominently left no doubt about her arousal. Lower, a broad swath of creamy brownish skin lay exposed between the short top and low riding shorts. I saw the sparkle of a silver piercing that glistened in her belly button. Her figure, which had been slightly obscured by the loose t-shirt was now revealed to be even more breathtaking than I had imagined. She had a flat, toned stomach that made her already prominent breasts seem even larger. Similarly her thinly pinched waist meant that the flair of her hips and the round bubble of her tight ass were even more pronounced. Now I was drooling, using all of my self-control to keep from throwing myself on top of her right then and there. "There," I said, setting a hand on her now bare arm and rubbing it up and down, "isn't that better?" "Yeah," she nodded. "It's nice." I took another small step, tugging gently on Danni's arm. She willingly let herself be drawn closer until our bodies were almost touching. "See?" I said. "It's nice to let your skin breath." I bent my head down and gently kissed her naked shoulder. Danni inhaled sharply. "Especially when you have such nice skin," I continued, tilting my head and kissing her, a little more firmly, on the neck. This time she gasped audibly. I had one hand still holding her arm, while the other was wrapped around her waist, scratching the small of her back with my long, manicured nails. And whether she was aware of it or not, Danni's hands were now around my waist as well, gripping a little tighter each time my lips pressed against her skin. "You know," I whispered softly, my lips lightly grazing her ear, "I'm still feeling pretty hot. But I don't have anything on under this sweatshirt." I could feel Danni's pulse speeding up and smiled, knowing that visions of my naked body were now flitting through her brain. "Would it be alright if I took it off anyway?" "I don't--I don't know," Danni said. The girl was tough, I had to admit, but I had more tricks up my sleeve. "Are you sure?" I asked, sliding my hand down her arm, grabbing her wrist, and lifting her hand to my breast. I held it there firmly against the beating of my heart as her slim fingers pressed into the soft flesh. "Feel how warm I am?" Danni gulped. "I . . . I . . . oh my!" I had closed my lips around her earlobe and was sucking gently, while my free hand was firmly rubbing her plump ass, occasionally grabbing at the short hem so that the occasional finger could slip underneath and caress her smooth skin. Danni almost collapsed into my arms. I kept my hold on her hand, though it was no longer to guide her, but to brace against the blissful pleasure as she began to softly knead my breast. I felt like my whole chest was on fire, and I arched my back to thrust my breasts out farther. With each gasping breath, my breasts rose and feel, almost seeming to push back against Danni's hand. Her trembling fingers crept closer and closer to my deep cleavage, until she finally took hold of the zipper. She gave it a firm tug, and I almost fell forward into her. Our hips slammed together and a jolt of divine pleasure coursed through my body. Intertwined and breathing heavily, both of us ready to lose ourselves to our lust. Danni began to pull on the zipper again, this time inching it down slowly. And the timer went off. The shrill beeping tore us apart and I would have cursed the intrusive device, if the pleasure still rippling through my body had left me any ability to speak. "I should get those," Danni said, pulling away from me. "And then . . . ?" I said, hopefully. But Danni shook her head. "We shouldn't. I'm sorry." It was getting infuriating. I thought I was going to fall apart from being jerked around too many times. Well I was done with that. We both wanted it, and I was going to make sure we got it. I would never force myself on anyone--I simply had to make myself irresistible. I didn't expect it to be too hard. I was already totally hot, and Danni so wanted me. It wouldn't take long. While I stood across the kitchen scheming, Danni had taken out the last batch of cookies and scooped them onto the platter. She turned around to see me staring at her lustily. My sweatshirt was unzipped the rest of the way, leaving my giant boobs on full view as I gently tweaked one of my nipples. Her eyes widened, and I think she nearly fainted. She fumbled to regain composure and turned back to face the sink. "We should clean up," she stammered, turning on the faucet. I was quickly beside her and shut the water off. "That's not how you clean up cookie dough," I said. Danni turned to look at me, but her gaze never made it up to my face. While she stood transfixed, I picked up the wooden spoon that had been left in the mixing bowl. Several large clumps of batter still clung to it. I lifted her chin to break her gaze from my awesome rack and gave the side of the spoon a long, slow lick, flicking one of the smaller clumps into my mouth. "Don't tell me you've never licked the spoon," I teased, holding it out to her. I could tell she was still resisting, but she still placed a dainty hand over mine to steady the spoon and gave it a long slow lick. She smirked at me. The games had begun. Soon we were both lapping at the spoon, licking on opposite sides, getting more and more vigorous, our lips and tongues grazing more often. The shift came in a single moment. Our tongues were both pressed firmly against the spoon, when our eyes met, both slightly blurred with intoxication and hazy with lust. The spoon lowered and our lips locked in a long, fiery kiss--our tongues still coated in cookie batter writhing against each other. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily. "So that's how you clean a spoon," Danni panted. "You know, we've still got a bowl to clean too." All signs of hesitation gone, Danni gave me a mischievous grin. "I think I can figure that one out myself," she said, reaching toward the mixing bowl, still smeared with batter. With a long, slender finger, she scooped up dough and spread it over her lips. "Looks like this dirty girl's gotten messy again," she said. "Why don't you help clean me up?" Now I knew we were going to have some fun. Danni was finally letting loose, and there would be no more alarms to spoil the moment. I eagerly lunged forward and pressed my lips against hers. . . . . . . . . . . . . We were soon scooping up more, licking it off of each other's fingers and lips until, in a flash of inspiration, I smeared some of the cookie dough between my breasts, squishing it deep into my cleavage. "Oopsie. Look what I did." "You naughty thing," she cooed, and with no hesitation she grabbed the zipper and pulled it down. As though they were prisoners escaping from jail, my breasts leapt buoyantly out of the confines of my sweatshirt. Danni's eyes bulged wide at the sight of them in their unrestrained glory. Her mouth was positively watering as she scooped up one of my breasts, feeling its weight. She ran a soft finger over my nipple, causing me to gasp at the sudden pleasure while my nipple immediately began to stiffen. Even though she had barely touched me and I was going crazy. Suddenly she was holding both breasts softly squeezing them as she slid her warm slippery tongue flicked over one nipple, then the other. She went back and forth like that kissing one nipple, than tracing slow circles around the other with her tongue, than back to the first to nibble softly. I couldn't help the soft whimpers that sprang from my throat. My legs felt week, and I was afraid I would soon collapse with pleasure when I felt her tongue between my breasts, lapping at the batter I had smeared there. The feeling was even better than I had anticipated, especially as Danni continued her lick up my neck, over my chin and finally flicking between my lips. "All clean," she said licking her lips. "Not so fast," I said. Danni cocked an eyebrow inquisitively. "Oh?" I pulled off my sweatshirt and cast it aside, kicked off my shoes, then reached for my sweatpants. By now, Danni had certainly noticed the signs of my arousal showing through the fine cotton. I tugged on the drawstrings and let the pants fall to the floor. Standing before Danni completely naked, I was pleased to see her completely mesmerized by the sight of my exposed body. Just seeing her stare was turning me on, knowing that it was me--my big full breasts, my long dark curls, my thin waist and flat stomach, my graceful long legs, my tight round ass, and my dripping wet pussy--knowing that it was my body which had her so fixated. I felt so sexual, so alive, so powerful. And I wanted more. Moving as sensually as possible, I reached for the mixing bowl and scooped up the last remnants of our mixing. What I held was not quite enough for a whole cookie, but more than enough to cover my genitals in a sweet coating of batter. I shuddered slightly as my fingers grazed my swollen pink tip, getting even more turned on in anticipation of what was to come. "Looks like I'm all messy again I said, licking the last bits of cookie dough off my fingers. "You gonna clean me up?" "Come here, you naughty girl," she said, grinning. Danni's hands grabbed me around the waist as she slowly knelt down in front of me. I peeked down at her over my mountainous breasts, trembling with anticipation. I could feel my own juices beginning to leak down my legs, mixing with the sweet batter. "You've made quite a mess down here," she said. "I may have to be a little rough with you." The first touch made almost collapse, and I had to lean against the counter to support myself as waves of sensation crashed over me. "You like that?" Danni asked smugly. All I could do was nod. "Then you'll love this." Danni was an artist with her mouth. I should have expected it after kissing her and feeling the way she treated my breasts, but this was a whole new level of ecstasy. She wielded her tongue using it as a paint brush to create a masterpiece of pleasure. She gave me long, slow licks followed by quick jabs with her tongue at my most sensitive spots, all interspersed with delicate kisses and the occasional slurping suck. Each new sensation unleashed a gasp, a squeal, or a moan from my lips as she conducted me in a lustful aria. I fidgeted, squirmed and thrust my hips against her face, ran a hand over my skin, groping at my own breasts as I writhed in the most primal of dances. The tension was mounting. Danni was really working now and had slipped a hand down her own shorts as my increasingly loud cries of delight fuelled her own arousal. Chills raced over my skin, but I was burning inside. My heart was beating wildly against my chest, almost like there was something inside of me trying to break out. "Yes, oh fuck yes!" I screamed. I ran my fingers through her hair, pulling her face deeper between my legs. "Oh yes. Lick it, eat it. Oh yes, eat me, eat my fucking pussy." I felt my whole being starting to break apart. My cries in the agony of pleasure had created the first crack and soon it would all shatter. Danni ran her tongue slowly up my slit and flicked at my throbbing clitoris. I shuddered. She kissed my clit, sucked it into her mouth. My legs shook. She gave it the gentlest bite. Suddenly everything broke loose. All thought, all sensation, for all I knew my whole body, dissolved into the white hot light of orgasmic pleasure. By the time I recovered, I had collapsed on the floor of the kitchen, still wrapped in Danni's embrace. Her fingernails slowly massaged my stomach as I panted to catch my breath. "That was just . . . WOW," I sighed. "Glad you thought so," Danni said proudly. Then after a pause she added, "Sam, do you . . . do you remember who you are?" "Haha, what are you talking about?" I asked. "No really," she said. "Really think about it. Who are you?" Danni was suddenly acting totally strange, but I decided to go along with it. "Okay, well, I'm Samantha _______. I live over at Monroe Hill Apartments on the other side of town. I work at the Barnes & Noble on Fifth St. I . . . I don't know what you're asking." She looked at me searchingly, then said, "Try thinking about growing up. Doesn't anything seem strange?" I tried again, thinking about my earliest memories: playing in the yard with my parents, my first day of school when my mom put pigtails in my hair, kissing Melody Schneider under the monkey bars, I thought of sleepovers with other girls, playing clarinet, becoming a cheerleader, my first girlfriend, the beautiful blue dress I wore to prom, going to college, joining a sorority, how proud my mother was at graduation. I thought really hard, but nothing seemed particularly odd. "What about earlier this evening?" Danni asked. I didn't want to think back to Michelle, to how unhappy she had made me. To be honest, the warm press of Danni's skin on mine and her delicate caresses on my stomach and chest were beginning to get me worked up again. I would much rather fuck Danni than think about Michelle, but I gave it a try. I remembered wanting to surprise her, taking the bus to get there, I remembered coming out of the shower to find a hulking Neanderthal in the apartment. He told me he had been sleeping with Michelle. I don't know why it had surprised me--Michelle had always preferred men. Thinking back, I'm not sure why she would have even wanted to date a girl like me, unless I was just some sort of experiment for her. Then the guy had thrown me out of the house still naked. Wait, why would he have done that? Or did he suggest a threesome? That seems like it happened. I would have said no, of course, but how did I end up on the street naked? I distinctly remembered how desperate I had been to find some kind of covering and how relieved I was when I found the clothes outside Danni's townhouse, especially when they fit perfectly. But they hadn't fit perfectly. They had been way too tight. But when I had taken them off moments earlier, they had been just right, almost loose in some places. Suddenly my mind got very fuzzy. Nothing seemed to fit together quite right. Suddenly the lights came on in my mind, and I remembered the truth. "Holy shit!" I cried out, sitting up suddenly. "I'm a guy! I'm a--" I looked down at my body, at the enormous breasts with their jutting nipples, at my tapered waist and broad hips, at my puffy pink pussy, still shimmering with the juices of my arousal. "What the fuck happened to me?" It took a while for me to calm down, but when I had, Danni was able to explain what had happened. Turns out, it was the outfit I had put on, the one Danni had left in the trash, that was responsible. The clothes seemed to have a long history, and Danni only knew a bit of it. It turns out she had once been a man as well--not too long ago, in fact, when her name was Daniel. The clothes used to belong to Daniel's girlfriend at the time. One night, Daniel put them on as a joke, and before the night was over, he had become the buxom beauty I now knew. Unfortunately for the new Danni, his girlfriend was straight, and they couldn't make things work. They had broken up just two nights ago, and Danni had thrown out the clothes in anger at how they had ruined his life. Before the breakup, however, Danni's girlfriend had explained that she too had once been a man, a transvestite who desperately wanted to be a real woman. She had discussed the desire in some online forums, but never using her real name. And yet, somehow, a package from an anonymous sender had shown up on her door with a note saying "I hope this helps" and nothing more. Before that, the origins of the outfit were a mystery. All that was certain was that it transformed any man who wore it into a woman, a woman with the proportions to fit the outfit, evidenced by the almost identical proportions Danni and I now possessed. It also apparently transformed the past. My new memories were a sign of that, and Danni confirmed that her own friends and family remembered her as always being a girl. Even photographs changed to reflect the new reality. It seemed that, unless I stumbled across a magical set of men's clothing I was stuck as Samantha. "I'm sorry," Danni finally said, after I had had a moment to take it all in. "Why?" I said. "This wasn't your fault." "But if I hadn't left the clothes on the curb--" "But it's not like you meant for this to happen. And if I hadn't put them on, or if that jerk hadn't thrown me out naked," I answered back. If I'm stuck like this, there's no real point getting caught up in blaming somebody." "I guess." "And the funny thing is," I said, "even though I know I changed, it already feels natural. I've got all these new memories, so I still feel like this is who I really am." "Yeah, I know that feeling," she answered. "Still, I feel bad for ruining your whole life." "Who said anything about ruining it?" I asked. The last few hours are the most fun I've had in a long time. "Really?" Danny said hopefully. "Really," I said. "In fact, I think I owe you." "You do, huh?" Danni said with that devilish grin returning to her face. "And just how are you planning to repay me?" With that, I pulled her in for a long deep kiss which she eagerly returned. I quickly had her out of her shorts so I could admire her cute little bum. I rubbed it and kissed it, smacked it and bit it while Danni cooed with pleasure. She tried to drag me to her bed, but with our lips and bodies locked together, we didn't even make it up the stairs before I had torn her out of the rest of her clothes and had her laid out on the steps while I licked her to orgasm. It went on like that the rest of the night as we took turns pleasuring each other all over the house. We did eventually make it to the bedroom, and I woke to the bright sunlight of mid-morning with Danni's arms wrapped around me. And I felt supremely happy.