Frisky Fridays Ch. 01

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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It was a cold and stormy night, rain pelted the windows from what seemed like every direction. Michael, a man of twenty years old lay on his living room couch staring up at the dusty ceiling fan, lost in thought. It had only been a month since his parents had kicked him out of the house, but it had been a rough patch in his life like no other and he just hadn't quite gotten over it yet. The silence seemed deafening compared to the nightly bustle of his old home. Still lost in his thought, Michael's thoughts wandered and his eyes slipped shut.

Michael awoke the next morning to a knock on his door. Sun streaming in from the windows blinding him, he walked to the door and peeked through his peephole. On the other side was a woman he had never met before, she was a petite blonde woman with a big grin on her face as she waited at the door. Michael opened up the door, and with his voice, still groggy from the morning asked, "Hi there, how can I help you?"

"Help me? Oh no no dear, I came here to help you." She said, the last part sounding more like a demand than a suggestion.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Michael asked.

"Well, it's just that you've been here a whole month and I've hardly seen you outside. Every time I do see you, it seems like you're sadder than the last!"

That last bit struck Michael, as jarring as it was to hear coming from a complete stranger, it was even worse that it was true. Micheal had hardly done anything in the time since his parents kicked him out, he simply found the cheapest apartment available, moved in and moped around since then. When he had finally overcome the shock of the woman's abrupt statement, he replied, "Um, I guess so, but that's not re-" he was cut short by the woman suddenly advancing toward him, quickly yet unthreateningly.

"Well, I can help you!" She replied, her grin never wavering.

"how do you in-" He was cut short again by the woman shoving a small rectangular object into his hand, composed of small dials and lights with no labels or markings in sight. "What is th-" Michael began, but upon glancing up he realized the woman had gone. Closing his door behind him, Michael began looking at the device in his hands, wondering what on earth it could be about.

Upon closer inspection, the device seemed to have small markings near the dials which shifted when the dials were rotated, revealing the words, "Swap", "Revert", and "Modify" None of which made understanding this strange box any easier. Upon spinning one of the other knobs on the machine, a small compartment on the bottom opened, revealing a tiny folded up note. Michael unfolded the note, it read, "To whomever it may concern, If you have been feeling down the dumps lately, this device can remedy that with no problems! Simply turn the dial to "swap", aim the device at anyone you please and press the button on the side, guaranteed instant results."

Micheal figured it couldn't hurt to give it a shot. He spun the dial to the "swap" setting and peered out of his window, looking for someone to try this on. Then he spotted someone. In the window directly across the street, a tall brunette woman sat, barely visible through the curtain, on her sofa watching television. Michael took careful aim toward his neighbor and pressed the trigger. The world faded to black and Micheal felt an awful lurch in his stomach like he was going to be sick, and just as suddenly as it had started, it was over.

Micheal opened his eyes slowly, feeling as if he had just awoken from a deep sleep. He could feel something different about himself, but he couldn't quite pinpoint it. It wasn't until he had opened his eyes fully that he noticed he was not in his house anymore. Micheal was sat on a plush pink sofa looking toward a flatscreen TV which probably cost more than his rent alone. Micheal panicked and clutched for his chest only to realize that his hand was stopped much sooner than usual by two large lumps on his chest. Scared and still panicking, Michael ran around trying to find a mirror. Finally, Micheal found one in what seemed to be someone's bedroom. Glancing in the mirror, however, Micheal came to realize what the device had done. He looked in the mirror and the woman from across the street stared back.

After the initial shock, Michael ran quickly across the street to his own shabby apartment and climbed through an unlocked window, searching for himself. Michael found himself, lying on the ground in a comatose state, unmoving. Michael went to his bathroom, finding it strange to run with his newfound height. He stared into the mirror contemplating what he needed to do next. His eyes flitted downward, and to his surprise, the woman he was now in control of was wearing a sheer sleeping gown. He could see her nipple protruding from under the gown from the end of her large bust. Micheal tried to resist his temptations, but caved in.

Micheal slowly removed the sleeping gown, shuddering slightly as the sheer fabric brushed against his nipples. He was now standing there staring at his now-topless neighbor in the mirror, her bright pink panties and tight little butt now on full display. Micheal felt a twinge in his groin area, if he was still a man he had no doubt it would be a raging erection. Now, however, it seemed more like a mild burning sensation and a bit of dampness followed. Micheal put his hand on his crotch, shuddering again at the touch. He steadily moved his hand up and down his crotch and felt the heat continue to build. Micheal hurriedly brought the mirror down a bit and set a chair next to it. He sat down next to it and peered at himself once more, panties now darkened with liquid. He pulled off the panties slowly, to reveal a cleanly shaven groin and puffy labia, slightly red from the anticipation. Michael found the clitoral hood and pulled it back to reveal the clitoris. Michael may have been a virgin, but he knew enough to figure this part out. He began making slow, methodic circles around the clit, brushing over the top of it occasionally. Micheal increased speed, his face flushing with heat and his pussy on fire until suddenly it felt as if he had burst like a balloon. Waves of pleasure spread through his body. That had been better than anything he had ever experienced as a male.

Sufficiently pleased with himself, Michael found the remote responsible for all of this and turned the dial to "revert". There was a lurch and the world was black again. Micheal awoke in his own body, his neighbor lying unconscious on the ground, just passed out, not comatose luckily. Under the cover of the now-dark sky, Michael carried the unconscious beauty across the street to her house and propped her back up on the sofa, all of her clothing returned to her, though a little more damp than she had left them. Micheal returned home satisfied and peering through his window, he spotted his neighbor wake up, stare glance around the room confused, then shut the blinds as if nothing had ever happened. This device was the greatest thing that had ever happened to Micheal, and if he wanted to continue to use it he would have to be more careful. An unconscious woman in your house looks bad no matter what the context. He would have to be more careful the next time. There will, of course, be a next time, Michael was not done experimenting just yet.