The cab pulled up in front of my apartment. I turned to Meredith. She smiled.
The date had gone well, surprisingly. It hadn't been much. We'd simply gotten burgers and fries at the same Diner I worked at. Part of me thought this was a terrible idea for a date, but we'd spent the whole time talking. I couldn't remember what about, but I remember having fun.
'Do you... want to come up?' I asked. Then I immediately regretted it. I had never been so bold on a first date.
For an excruciating moment, she thought about it. Then she nodded. My heart pounded.
I paid the cabbie and led her inside. I called the elevator and we waited in silence.
I couldn't help staring at her. She was so beautiful. She wore tight jeans, and left her green hoody unzipped, so I could clearly see the definition of her breasts beneath her T-shirt. And of course, one of those colourful beanies I liked. She saw me looking at her and smiled again.
I felt myself going hard. As if sensing my embarrassment, she looked down. I tried to stutter apologies but she just reached out and grabbed my crotch. My eyes bulged, and they weren't the only thing. Here I was, getting felt up in the middle of the foyer. I had never done anything like this before.
The elevator pinged. The doors opened. She grabbed me by the shirt and threw me into the elevator. She followed and mashed the door close button. The next thing I knew her lips were on mine and we were aggressively making out. Her hands yanked at my T-shirt, while I fumbled with her belt. We spared no thought to what would happen if we were caught, if somebody else called the lift. Right then, we were both slaves to lust.
At last, she pulled down by boxers and my cock was set free. She stepped back, and for a second we looked at each other, me completely naked and her wearing nothing but that beanie. We weren't cold or modest to be naked. It was like we were supposed to be. I admired her pert, modest breasts and her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She actually gasped at the sight of my cock, which nobody had ever done before. There was a moment, just a moment, when I worried about what Runt had possibly done to it, but it seemed eager to perform.
Then we were together again and I was inside her. We stumbled back onto our clothes and I thrust into her, harder and harder. She moaned as if each thrust took her by surprise. I had never felt a cunt so good. Nothing existed but the two of us. It was over quickly, but crescendoed into the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Then everything went black.
When I opened my eyes, I felt hungover. First, because it was very sobering now my brain was completely clear of debilitating lust. But also disoriented, because I didn't know where I was. I was lying on my back and my view was obscured by something I didn't recognise. As my eyes focused, I realised it was skin. I was looking at a man's chest. Flat, skinny and a little hairy.
Feeling a little stunned to have a man on top of me, my eyes lazily wandered up to the man's face. For a dull moment, I thought I was looking in a mirror. I looked confused. Then I realised I was looking at my own face from the outside.
I squealed in a voice I didn't recognise. I clamped my hands over my mouth. I looked down at my own body and saw pert breasts and trimmed pubic hair. My hands shot up to my head and I felt Meredith's beanie. I looked down at my newly acquired vagina and saw my own cock was still inside it.
I squealed again and pushed myself off me. He slid out with a squelch. He landed on his ass and sat, lamely, legs wide and completely naked. He stared at his hands.
'Is that...' I coughed, not yet used to my new feminine voice. 'Is that you in there, Meredith?'
He looked at me. 'Um. Uh-huh.'
'Oh God!' I said, clutching my head. 'Runt gave me a cock that switches bodies.'
The elevator pinged and the doors opened on my floor.