It's 3 in the morning and Jane can't sleep. As usual, her mind is full of thoughts of her best friend- who she is secretly madly in love with.
She feels how wet she already is just by moving her legs and feeling the slickness glide between them. Tugging her underwear aside she slips two fingers into herself, gasping quietly.
It feels so good to stroke herself to thoughts of Maura's naked skin and what it must sound like when she moans in pleasure.
But she;s sad at the same time, knowing that Maura will never return those feelings because she isn't gay. As much as she would like to think sometimes that there is a deeper meaning in Maura's friendly glances, she knows that Maura loves being with men and men only. She is very free sexually and it seems like she finds a different man to take home at least a couple of nights per week.
And then Jane squirms while Maura recaps every detail of the last night's sex to her the next day, always especially excited when she had a really big cock to tell about, and how good it felt to have it stuffed inside her, and how good thier cum tasted.
For some reason instead of thinking about a cock being in her too, Jane fantasizes about having one on her. About being hung with the equipment Maura would want, something for her to wrap her lips around, something to pound her deep and hard with, and please her so well that she would never want to sleep with anyone else again.
She moans Maura's name out loud in her apartment as she cums hard, thrusting against her slippery fingers. And she imagines how incredible it would feel to have a part of her very own flesh that she could feel deep inside Maura's body, to be buried inside her while she cums.
When she sucks her fingers clean, she imagines what her cum would taste like if she was a man. And that Maura would like the taste too.
Tired and with some of her tension relieved, Jane finally falls asleep.
In the morning Jane punches her alarm clock off, grumpy before she even opens her eyes. She stayed in bed for another minute, stretching and waking up.
When her eyes move down, she jumps in surprise at a big bulge in her pants. She moves; it moves with her. Something in there feels heavy.
It takes her a second to gather the courage to reach down and lift up the waistband of her pj pants to peek underneath. She's shocked to see a cock down in her pants. But how? She tugs her pants all the way down her hips and it springs free.
"What the hell" she says out loud.
She stands up, watching it stick out in front of her, realizing it probably looks so big because it's half-erect with morning wood. She pokes it and it bobs there and it swings heavily when she walks.
"Oh" she says softly when she wraps her hand around it and feels her heartbeat pulsing through it. It's really real, really attached, really hers. Then her hand creeps lower, until her fingers find warm, danging balls. They feel soft and heavy in her hand. It all feels kind of good to touch, but she is still so stunned that she's afraid to.
But she realizes she has to pee. She has to stand in the bathroom for a minute trying to relax before she lets loose. It feels relieving to let out a long, strong stream and watch it fall so far into the toilet bowl and she quickly gets the hang of aiming.
She never actually wanted to be a man instead, but she's always thought it would be so much better to pee standing up. Walking right up to a urinal always seemed so much easier than waiting and waiting in lines that were always so long for the womens bathroom. And as a kid, she would sometimes get glimpses of her brothers peeing against trees on camping trips, or even writing their names in snow, and it seemed so much cooler and she sees she was right and it is kind of fun.
Although she is very confused and a little scared, she is going to be late for work if she doesn't get moving soon. She changes into a air of boyshorts, the closest thing she owns to boxers, and tucks her penis down Into them, not exactly sure how to do it. It's a tight fit with all the extra stuff in it, but it will have to do for now.
When she is all dressed she checks herself out in the mirror, hoping her pants look flat enough that nobody notices.
She realizes that Maura is the only one she can ask about this but also the main person she would want to hide it from. Maura wasn't interested in her anyway, now that she had randomly grown a penis overnight, there was no way Maura would want to be with this freakshow.
At work, Jane feels really weird and expects people to stare, but nobody seems to notice.
The first time she has to pee, she goes into the womens room and stands in front of the toilet bowl but realizes there is somebody in the stall next to her and they will think it's funny that she's facing the wrong way. So she waits until they leave and she's alone to unzip, pull out her soft penis, and empty her bladder.
It's almost lunch time. How is she going to be able to look Maura in the eye?