Angela and Sarah sat in the dark livingroom of the tiny apartment they shared. Angela sat tilted on the couch with a glass of wine. Sarah sat on the floor facing her; reruns of The Office played quietly on the TV behind her. On the coffee table was leftover food from the restaurant they worked at. Boxes of Angela’s stuff were piled around her couch become bed. Angela moved in to help with the rent after Sarah’s ex boyfriend moved out. It worked well for Angela; her rent was cheaper and she was closer to work.

Sarah was making conversation while counting her tips “Remember that veggie burger well done? The guy who ordered it was super strange.”

Angela looked away from the television “I was wondering about that. Did he eat it?”

“Yeah, really slowly with a fork. And the whole time he was whispering into the fork like it was a microphone. It really weirded me out.” Sarah held up each bill so she could see it by the light of the television.

“What a nutcase. At least he ate the burger.” Angela said. She put down her glass with a wince and picked up a notepad “Ugh, I almost want to call in tomorrow.” Angela complained while making a note of her sudden migraine.

“Are you still taking those experimental allergy pills?” Sarah asked with a critical tone.

“No, those were awful. These are for my eczema and they aren’t that bad.”

“I don’t understand why you even bother. They don’t pay you enough to test that stuff and the side effects are always terrible.” Sarah opined.

“These pills are actually working pretty well. The only side effect that bothers me is the headaches.” Angela said. The only other side effect was that they made her incredibly horny but Angela didn’t feel the need to share that part with her new housemate.

“It just seems sketchy. Someone offered to pay you to take research chemicals and you went for it. I would at least have asked for more money.” Sarah said.

“It’s not just about the money,” Angela explained. “It’s about the advancement of science.”

Sarah rolled her eyes and continued to sort her money. “So what are the other side effects, the ones that don’t bother you?” Sarah asked.

“Well, uhh, nothing really, heightened libido I guess.” Angela admitted sheepishly.

“What do you mean? Like you are horny all the time?” Sarah asked, intrigued.

“No, well kind of. I mean, not all the time. But like- you know the guy who delivers the meat? Jason?” Angela asked as her face reddened in the dark.

“Yeah” Sarah said with a chuckle “I know Jason. I would be more worried if you didn’t notice him.”

“Well, yeah. But now it’s different. I get turned on like usual but it keeps building until it hurts and it lasts for like an hour if I don’t take care of myself. I feel like a creep.” Angela confessed.

“Wait, so you have been ‘taking care of yourself’ at work?” Sarah asked.

“Well…” Angela started to explain but Sarah cut her off.

“Ew! You touch people’s food with those hands. We’re eating food that you made!” Sarah said, gesturing disgustedly at the food on the coffee table.

“I wash my hands!” Angela exclaimed defensively ”And it only takes a couple seconds. Seriously, it would be less hygienic to leave that faucet running.”

“Oh my god, that is so gross. I’m telling Patrick” Sarah teased.

Patrick was the restaurant owner. “No, come on, please don’t. I was just kidding. God, you think I would actually do something like that?” Angela was stammering. She felt a sick pit growing in her stomach.

Sarah burst into laughter, scattering her stacks of crumpled bills. “Oh my god. You are so gullible. Don’t worry, the secret of the boner pills is safe with me.”

 

The next day at work Angela’s headache was back with a vengeance. She stood over the grill, watching a pair of eggs slowly fry as her head spun.

“Woo, party girl, huh?” Richie the busboy jeered as he rolled by with his trolley of dirty dishes. Richie was tall and lean with shaggy brown hair that fell in his eyes. He had a talent for running his mouth.

“You know, I can give you something to help with that hangover...” Richie suggested. Her discomfort must have been obvious. Angela had heard rumors that Richie sold pills but she didn’t think he would be this dumb about it.

“I don’t have a hangover; I’m just sick” Angela fibbed flatly. “So unless you have a pill for the common cold I’m not interested.”

Richie leaned in a bit “Well I don’t have a pill but if you’re feeling cold I could help warm you up.” Richie leered.

Angela didn’t even look up from the sizzling eggs. “Don’t you have dishes to do?” She chided.

Richie made a dumb laugh and rolled on “Well, you know where to find me if you change your mind.”

At her first opportunity Angela took a break and headed to the bathroom. She held her aching head and looked in the mirror. She really did look like she was sick and she felt it too. These side effects were worse than she had thought. 

Maybe Patrick would let her take the rest of the day off. She washed her hands and went back to work. As she left the bathroom she noticed Sarah watching her through the service window with a sly grin. Angela could guess what Sarah had assumed. That settled it, Angela was going home.

Patrick was in the cramped office eating a tuna sandwich, like he did every day. Angela crept up and rapped a knuckle on the open door frame.

“Hello Angela. What can I help you with?” Patrick said around a mouthful of low fat tuna.

“I am feeling pretty sick, I think I should go home.” Angela said with a tinge of self-pity.

“Angela, I’m sorry you aren’t feeling well but I really need you in the kitchen for the dinner rush. Do you think you could at least stay through that?” Patrick asked while cleaning up the remains of his lunch.

Angela considered it for a moment as her head throbbed “No, I really need to go home. I’m sorry Patrick.”

Patrick let out a sigh and made a note on the timesheet. “Alright, you can go home. But I want you back here and healthy ASAP!”

Angela briefly considered telling Patrick about Richie but decided not to press her luck. With Richie’s lack of scruples or subtlety he was probably about to get fired anyway. “Thank you Patrick, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said as she left.

Angela called a cab and waited at the curb. The sharp wind was blowing autumn leaves over the sidewalk. Across the street she saw an old man talking into a fork.

 

Sarah’s apartment was an astonishingly small place. One bedroom, one bathroom and one kitchen/living room no bigger than a bedroom itself. Angela’s couch/bed was in the middle of the living room with her stuff packed around it.

When Angela got home her head was spinning. She laid down on the couch and as she caught her breath she noticed that she was suddenly and inexplicably turned on.

It started with a warm inner tingling, like stretching in a hot tub or fresh coffee on a cold day. The feeling spread through her pelvis to her vulva, becoming an urgent sensitivity. Her arousal would have plateaued there but her medication caused it to keep building.

First came a sharp painful feeling on the tip of her clitoris, almost like a pinch. Her legs tensed up in anticipation. The pain dulled and spread out, moving down and in, radiating through her loins as a euphoric numbness.

Her clit felt needy, its sensation eclipsing everything else. With each pulsing heartbeat the feeling got stronger.

Angela’s right hand snaked under the elastic of her panties. She pressed tenderly with her fingertip, seeking relief from the wanting. The sensation sent a shiver down her legs. Slowly she began to move her fingertip in tiny circles, keeping rhythm with her breath. With each rotation her headache faded further behind the white noise of her arousal.

Angela increased her tempo, tensing her legs even more. Her clit was slick and tumescent against her fingertip. As orgasm became imminent a dreamy feeling crept over her. She felt like she was disconnected from her body, floating up above it, higher and higher. All sensation began to fade with her headache into the background. Up and up and up.

 

“Hey Angela!” Sarah shouted with a gentle shake. “Are you feeling okay? You left early yesterday and slept all the way through the night.” 

Angela had fallen asleep on the couch in her work clothes with her hand down her pants. Sarah was just finishing up getting ready for work.

“Oh, uh yeah, sorry. That headache just kept getting worse.” Angela said as she woke up. She felt groggy but good; the headache was completely gone and she had just had her best sleep in months.

“I told you those pills were no good,” Sarah said as she put in her earrings. Angela let out a sigh.

“I don’t know if it was the pills. I feel fine today” Angela said as she idly scratched herself. Suddenly she was not fine.

Something wasn’t right.

Something was very very wrong.

A chill ran down Angela’s spine and her face went pale . “I have to go to the bathroom.” she said with an awkward urgency.

“Uh, alright, have fun. Don’t be too long, I am going to warm up the car.” Sarah said with a suspicious glance as she grabbed her keys and coat. Angela was already locking the bathroom door behind her.

 

In the bathroom Angela was taking gulps of air. She looked in the mirror and steadied herself. She untied her apron and took off her belt. When she had scratched herself on the couch she had felt a lump, like some sort of growth. She watched in the mirror as she took off her pants and underwear. There, at the crest of her labia, was a small wrinkled penis.

Angela tried really hard not to cry. How could this be real? She stared at it dumbstruck. Her penis was about the size and shape of her thumb and was covered in loose wrinkly skin. It started at about the same place as her clit but poked straight out. At the tip the skin tapered into a little tuft that looked almost like a hair scrunchy about the size of an m&m.

This was too weird. Angela was no stranger to penises but seeing one on herself made her see it in an entirely different way. She was disgusted and terrified of it but also intensely curious. Gingerly she reached out to prod it.

Her fingertip brushed along the shaft of her dick, it felt familiar but so strange. If she closed her eyes it felt almost like she was stroking her pussy lips, but the skin was smooth and dry like in the crook of her elbow. The other thing she noticed is that it was sort of loose, like the skin over her knees.

Carefully she pulled down on her penis. It felt so alien, the skin sliding over the shaft of her cock. The sensation sent a tingle deeper into her pelvis. It was inexplicably similar to being penetrated.

As she pulled on her shaft skin the bit at the top opened, spreading out into a ring of skin hugging the head of her cock. The tip of her penis was glistening and bulbous. In the middle of it was a small hole. The air felt cool against it and she let go of the skin with a shiver, allowing it to spring back to how she found it.

With trepidation she explored the underside of her new penis, tracing her fingers down to where her vagina should start. Her fingers reached the base of the shaft and continued lower. The skin under her penis felt exactly like her pussy lips but she couldn’t find an opening. She prodded with increasing worry. It was like her lips had fused together. From her anus to the start of her dick was nothing but an expanse of soft sensitive skin. She pressed harder, feeling for her vagina under the skin. She found a divot about where it should be. She could push the skin in a bit but under the fused labia everything was numb. If anything was left of her vagina it was completely deadened.