Sam watched Heather almost skip to the dresser on the far side of the room. Her backside jiggled enough to entice. Blood continued to rush between his legs as excitement swelled. Soon he would be free. He would take back his bedroom, and his wife.
An agonizing moment passed as Heather fished something out from the bottom drawer. She sprang upright and sashayed back toward Sam. As she strut by Will, he reached out and smacked her ass. She let out a little yelp and shot him a half-lidded, sensual expression.
"Here you are, honey." Heather extended her right hand, and a small pink pill rested in her palm.
Sam stared. They drugged him once tonight, what would doing it again get them? He gave in and leaned forward until Heather lifted her hand to meet him. The pill passed into his mouth, and he swallowed. Whatever it was, he was at their mercy yet again.
Lightheadedness swirled, making Sam regret every action he had taken. He tried to focus on Heather. Her face blurred until he closed his eyes and slumped in the chair. He became lighter. All the taught sections of his clothes loosened except across his chest where it grew tighter.
Soft hair draped over Sam's shoulders and back and tickled the nape of his neck. As much as he wanted to open his eyes, they wouldn't obey. More sensations shifted through him. The pressure in his crotch shrank, but the heat didn't disappear—it intensified.
Sam's stomach fluttered. Something drove the changes, urging them on and increasing his sensitivity. He let out a groan, but he didn't recognize it as his own. His voice came out soft and higher pitched. Whatever happened to him, he didn't like, but his body did.
Desperation flared between his legs, and Sam squished his thighs together and rubbed. Pleasure spiked. He arched his back and moaned, continuing to grind and squirming in frustration. The stimulation he managed to apply wasn't enough.
Sam opened his eyes. Heather stood before him, enraptured. She smiled when she met his eyes and came closer. Will loomed over her shoulder, and something triggered in Sam. Wetness slicked his skin as he rubbed himself faster to his escalating heartbeat.
"You're beautiful, honey," Heather said, strolling around the chair and looking Sam up and down. "Wanna see?"
Sam tried to meet Heather eye-to-eye, but he couldn't tear his eyes off Will and his chiseled body. What he wouldn't do to have her move so he could see a little lower. "Yes."
"Great."
Heather leaned forward until the lavender scent of her skin tickled Sam's nose. Her chest rested on his arm as she untied the knot restraining his hands and then bent to the ones at his ankles. His eyes caught Will's, and the bastard grinned; however, they didn't stay long.
As Heather worked the second bond free, Sam couldn't help himself. He let his eyes slide down Will's body. The cock his wife had just jammed down her throat and had let fuck her who knows how many times demanded his attention. Although he wasn't quite at full mast anymore, he put Sam to shame.
"All done." Heather smacked Sam's shin and rose, blocking the sight of his humiliation. Breath returned to his lungs in a shaky gasp. "Let's have a good look at you."
Before Sam responded or peeked at himself, Heather grabbed his hand and hauled him up and over to the closet. She swung the door open to reveal a full-length mirror large enough to reflect the two of them. His breath caught in his throat.
A woman equal in height to Heather stared back at Sam. While Heather's dark skin warmed in the room lighting, this unknown woman's pale skin glowed. Her blue eyes widened. Golden locks of hair framed her face. The soft curves of her body rivaled Heather's feminine form.
"What do you think? Pretty crazy, huh?" Heather wrapped her arms around the woman's left, and Sam flinched. "I didn't think you'd turn into such a sexy girl."
"I—" The new voice came out again. Sam didn't understand. How could he have changed into a woman?
Heather sidled up to Sam, pressing their cheeks together. "I'm sure it's a lot to take in, but I think you're quite lovely. Don't be afraid to speak up."
Each word felt strange, not his own, but Sam managed to get a full sentence out: "How is this possible?"
"That pill you so eagerly took for me. It changes men into women. I'm surprised it worked myself, but I can't say I'm angry with the results."
"Why did you want to make me a woman?"
"Well," Heather rolled her head to the side, glancing behind, "Will kept insisting on bringing in another girl, the insatiable stallion he is, so I offered you up. He seemed very keen on taking me up on my suggestion."
Panic flared in Sam's chest, and he followed Heather's gaze. "I'm not—"
Heather turned Sam's head back to the mirror and held him tight. "Don't worry about all that. Just focus on what you see in front of you. I bet you're dying to see yourself; I know I am."
Sam opened his mouth to protest, but Heather pressed a finger to his lips. All defiance fled him. She nodded her approval, and her finger slithered down his slender neck to the buttons straining to keep his newfound breasts contained. He had to admit: he was curious.
Heather's deft fingers popped the top button out of its hole. The tightness constricting Sam's chest slackened, and his breathing came easier. He wanted to say something, but he became transfixed by Heather's reflection teasing him with undressing more of his new body.
Several more buttons came undone. Sam's shirt parted enough to reveal the curvaceous cleavage of his breasts. They stood proud, and he bit his lower lip. Heather smirked and flipped back more to show off more of his perfect pale skin.
The last one popped free, and Heather ripped Sam's top off. Topless, he admired his altered form. Any guy would be glad to have a woman with his healthy upper body. Desire coursed through his veins, and he stared at Heather beside him. His body might be different, but he still wanted all of her.
"Ooo, look at us," Heather said as she snuggled up against Sam. "I always loved seeing the contrast in our skin colors. Although, I think it's a bit more pronounced now."
Sam's eyes traveled over their bare skin but stopped on the other difference between them. "How can you say that when you're not completely topless?"
A throaty laugh echoed in Sam's ear. "I guess you're right. I was saving it, but now's a good enough time." With quick, practiced motion, Heather reach back with one hand, undid the clasp of her bra, and ripped it off.
Warmth replaced the cool of the silk, making Sam's hard nipples stand on end. "Better?" Heather asked and pulled them together by their chests.
The corner of Sam's mouth twitched up. While he considered Heather's breasts perfect, his proved to be a slight bit larger. His amusement cut short when she pressed further against him, and their aroused nipples touched. A soft moan escaped his throat, which he tried to stifle.
"What was that, honey? Already feeling good in your new body?" Heather rubbed their naked upper bodies together. "It's all right; you don't have to hide it from me."
Heat continued to rise between Sam's legs. "More. Lower."
