"If you could have one wish, anything at all, what would it be, Daisy?"

Daisy looked up from her drink and into the deep, black eyes of the stranger standing across the table from her; standing outside the small both in which she sat by herself.

"Leave me alone," she said timidly, returning her stare to the half-empty glass between her pale fingers.

But the stranger didn't leave. Instead, he pulled out the chair across from Daisy and sat down.

"No, I want you to think about it," he said. "Look into my eyes and tell me that there's nothing you've secretly wished for. Late at night, when no one was around. In the depths of your mind, your spirit. Surely there's some secret fantasy there which you've never told anyone about."

The stranger's eyes mesmerized Daisy and she now could do nothing but stare deep into them. They were cold and piercing, dark and empty, like black pools of darkness swallowing up all light around them. The blackness seemed to reach into Daisy's soul and she felt as if she were under this dark and handsome stranger's spell.

"I want to be attractive," Daisy said. "I want boys to like me."

Now, I should explain that Daisy wasn't unattractive in terms of her physical appearance. In fact, no one really knew what her body looked like because she kept it hidden beneath baggy clothes and jackets, her hair uncombed and unwashed, and her face masked by heavy makeup that would make any other girl appear to be a slut but somehow gave Daisy not the slightest hint of sexuality. Daisy was an average girl, neither attractive nor unattractive, but it's the two extremes that always seem to draw the attention of the boys at her college.

The stranger reached across the table with his hands, placing one on top of her clasped hands and the other against her chin. He said, "how much would you give to be attractive?"

"I don't know," Daisy said, shrinking up upon herself. But somewhere in the back of her mind her subconscious began to entertain the notion that this stranger, whom she had never seen before that night, could hold the key to making her attractive. A spark ignited inside the center of her chest and a brief wave of excitement coursed through her veins. "I've always dreamt of having guys fighting over me, but I don't know how much I would or could give to make it happen."

"We're bargaining here, you and I," the stranger said. "Like a customer and a salesman haggling over the price for a used car. But the wise salesman will let his potential customer test drive the auto to whet his appetite. What if I could make you attractive and alluring for one day, free of charge and no strings attached? Then we shall talk again tomorrow evening and perhaps you'll have a price in mind."

"You . . . you can do that to me?" Daisy asked.

"I can," the stranger nodded. "I do it all the time."

"What are you? Some kind of make-over expert?"

The stranger grinned and leaned back in his chair. He reached into the pocket of his black windbreaker and pulled out a thin cigarette, which he lit from a silver lighter stored in another pocket. Her puffed on the cigarette and released a cloud of smoke that formed a halo around his head.

"I'm an expert of sorts," the man said. "And I have never disappointed anyone with the results of my makeovers."

Daisy, always the pragmatic girl, would under different circumstances never have taken the stranger's offer seriously. It was ludicrous, preposterous, the notion of suddenly becoming attractive to boys who wouldn't think twice about her when they passed her on the street. But there was something about this stranger, a personal magnetism or charisma that made Daisy trust him like she had trusted no other.

"No strings?" Daisy asked, trying to confirm the stranger's sales pitch.

"No strings attached," he said. "For one day - twenty-four hours. Then you may decide to accept my offer or reject it with no consequences."

She pondered his offer for another moment before making up her mind.

"Okay," she said. "I want to try. Even if for only a day. What do I have to do?"

"Come back to my studio with me," the stranger said. "This won't take long at all. And when we're finished, you'll be a new woman."

He reached his hand out to Daisy and she took it, like a child reaching towards an adult for guidance. They left the club - Daisy having paid for her drink when she ordered it - and made their way to a dark car in the adjacent parking lot. There was nothing remarkable about the car, but that in itself is remarkable. It had no characteristics of any specific model or make of car, but it resembled any car on the market.

"Is it far?" Daisy asked as they turned out of the parking lot.

"No," the stranger said. "It's not far at all. We really could have walked, but I had my car with my anyway."

"I don't know your name," Daisy interjected.

"You can call me Stephen," the stranger said.

Daisy never realized that he knew her name before they met. She didn't pay attention to seemingly minor details like that. But there was something else; she hadn't been acting like herself since she met Stephen. She trusted him, as has already been said, more than even people she had known all her life.

They parked outside a non-distinctive brick building on a non-distinctive street. Stephen opened the door for Daisy and escorted her through a door in the building and up a long staircase immediately inside.

"My studio is upstairs," Stephen said. "On the third floor."

He placed a key in the sliding metal door at the top of the stairs and pushed it open. The studio was dark, save for shafts of mooning and streetlight falling through the bay windows along the front wall.

"What sort of studio is this?" Daisy asked as Stephen turned on the dim lights.

"It serves all purposes," Stephen said. "But it is here where I transform people into what they've always wanted to be."

He walked over to a cabinet along one of the crumbling plaster walls and removed a couple of folded towels and bathrobe.

"You may wash up in there," Stephen said, pointing to what Daisy assumed was a bathroom. "There is soap and shampoo and everything you need. Clean the makeup from your face and wash your hair, then put the bathrobe on and come back out. I must start with a fresh canvas, so to speak."

Without a word, Daisy took the robe and towels from Stephen's outstretched arms and went to the bathroom. She slid the door shut and secured the lock next to the latch. The tiny bathroom was decorated with all varieties of paintings and sculptures on the walls and shelves, something she had not seen in a bathroom before.

Daisy undressed, placing her clothes in a pile on the floor, and turned on the shower. Naked, her body was more alluring: curved in just the right places with firm breasts and buttocks and a thin build. All of that had been hidden by her wardrobe. She stepped into the shower and let the warm water cascade down onto her body. The soap and shampoo Stephen referred to were on an oddly shaped stand in the corner of the square shower. It was a platform supported by carved human figures, men and women, who appeared to be groping and fondling each other.

Daisy stared at it, the images on the stand being the first sexual image she had ever been allowed to focus on for a while. She saw the way the male figure cupped his hand on the woman's breast and place his hands between her legs. Daisy took her own hands a mimicked the post, allowing herself to pretend for a moment that her hands were hands of someone else. It felt good to be touched like that; she had never touched herself before. Having the warmth of her hands resting on her breasts and pressing into her pudenda. It excited her.

But that quickly passed when she remembered where she was and thought of how embarrassing it would be for her to be discovered like that. Daisy washed her hair and rinsed the makeup off her face, just as Stephen told her too. Then she turned off the water, dried herself with one of the towels she was given, and put the blue silk bathrobe on. It was short, falling to halfway between her knees and hips, and Daisy unintentionally left it partially open in the front, so the "V" of the neck came down between her breasts. She opened the bathroom door and returned to the main room of the studio.

"I've finished the shower and cleaned up, just like you asked," Daisy said, crossing the studio towards Stephen, who was sitting in a large leather chair against the far wall. While she was in the bathroom, he had turned off the electric light and lit several dozen candles around the room.

"Very good," Stephen said, standing up. He was silhouetted against the bay windows in the wall behind him. "Now come over here."

Stephen walked over to a large freestanding mirror in a wooden frame in a corner of the room. Daisy crossed over to him.

"Look in there," Stephen said, placing his hands on Daisy's shoulders and angling her to stare at her reflection. He stood behind her and looked over her shoulder.

"What do you see?" he asked.

"I see myself," Daisy replied.

"That's not what I mean," he correct her. "What do you see when you look at yourself? What kind of person are you staring at?"

"An ugly girl," Daisy said after a few heartbeats of silence.

"That's not what I see," Stephen replied. He ran his fingers through her wet hair, pulling it back from her face. "I see potential, so much potential, to be more beautiful than you could possibly imagine."

"I don't see it," Daisy said, turning her head to look at Stephen instead of the mirror.

"Look again," said Stephen as he placed his hand against Daisy's cheek and turned her head back towards the mirror.

Daisy's eyes widened and her jaw dropped when she saw the reflection. Golden hair, neatly combed and styled, framed her face and cascaded over her shoulders in waves like a waterfall. Bright blue eyes, alluring and alive with fire and passion, stared back at her. Her skin, though pale, was like the chiseled stone of a statue of a Greek goddess. And her lips, two sensuous red lips, glistened in the candle light of the room. Daisy no longer saw herself as ugly, but as beautiful and even sexually attractive.

She looked up at Stephen and said, "who is that?"

"That is you, my dear," Stephen said. "That is who you could be. But look again, this is who you are."

Daisy looked back at the mirror and no longer saw the beautiful girl there only moments before. Her hair was now knotted and unkempt, her eyes sunken and hidden behind dark circles, her lips were chapped and her skin was sickly and pale.

"No," Daisy said, turning away in sadness, her eyes tearing up. "I don't to look like that. Not anymore. I want to be beautiful. I want you to make me beautiful. I'll give everything to look like I was before, just a second ago."

"Everything?" Stephen asked, placing his hand on Daisy's chin to lift her face to point at his. "I won't ask quite that much. But look in the mirror again and you'll see how beautiful I've made you. Go ahead. The ugliness is gone."

Slowly, timidly, Daisy turned her head back to the mirror. To her delight, the ugly reflection had been her own for her entire life was now gone. It its place was the goddess she had seen for a few moments.

"I've made you beautiful," Stephen said, running his fingers through her luxurious hair. From the highest strand of golden hair atop your head to the tips of you luscious toes, you are now fully beautiful."

Stephen reached for the belt holding Daisy's robe closed and untied it with an adept touch. His fingers slid across her bare abdomen as he parted the fabric, exposing her new body for the first time.

"Look at your skin," Stephen said, placing his open palms on her belly. "See how fair and without blemish it is. It is like your face, your new face; like a statue of Venus or Aphrodite carved from the finest stone. Look at your breasts, they are as flawless as you face. Round, supple, and firm. Some people pay a hundred thousand dollars for breasts like those, but they are yours. And your nipples, round and centered on your magnificent breasts, reach forward and upward, as if towards a lover's mouth, beckoning to be suckled on. Few would turn down such an offer as those."

"Is that really me?" Daisy asked in disbelief.

"It is indeed," Stephen said. "You are now everything you've ever dreamed of, everything every woman has ever dreamed of. You will have legions of men shooting themselves in the streets to gain your attention, or even one glance from you."

"I don't believe this," Daisy said.

"Believe it," Stephen replied. "That is who you are for the next day. You may try it out if you wish."

"Try it out on who?" Daisy asked.

"We'll go back to the club where we met," Stephen said. "And there, as soon as you enter the door, the men will be competing over you. You will have you pick of the crowd."

"And then what?" Daisy asked.

"What you've always thought about but were afraid to mention," Stephen said, rubbing her naked hips. "Physical love, being consumed by passion and yearning for one another. It will come naturally to you, that knowledge is my gift to you. You will be able to choose the most attractive young man in the room, go where you want to, and make love with him for as long as you want."

Daisy was silent for a moment.

"Is this all a dream?"

"No, Daisy, this is not a dream," Stephen said. He took her hand and led her to a wardrobe. From the closet he removed a green silk top, a short black skirt, pantyhose and panties, and a black lace bra.

"You may where this, if you wish," Stephen said.

He took the robe from Daisy and left her to get dressed. Five minutes later, they were driving back to the club.

* * *

Just as Stephen had said, as soon as Daisy stepped through the front door and into the smoky atmosphere of the club, she felt the eyes of all of the college boys - and many of the girls - look her new body up and down. Fellow students who wouldn't have given her the time of day a few hours ago were now shifting in their seats, trying hard to hide their erections.

I don't believe this, she thought. They're really starting at me like that. I'm really turning them on!

Stephen stepped aside and concealed himself in an empty corner booth from which he could observe everything. Daisy strutted across the hardwood floor, her high-heeled shoes clicking as she walked, and took a seat at the bar.

"What'll you have?" the female bartender asked, trying to keep her eyes off Daisy's cleavage and her magnificent breasts.

I think even she's attracted to me, Daisy thought.

"Beer," Daisy said. "I don't care what kind."

"You got it," the barmaid said.

Daisy spun around on the vinyl barstool and leaned back with her elbows on the bar, arching her back slightly. She looked around the room and watched as the men averted their gaze when she stared in their direction. She noticed that the dates of several of the boys seemed agitated that Daisy received all the attention.

The barmaid returned with a frosted mug and a bottle of beer and started to tell Daisy how much she owed.

"I'll pay for it," a masculine voice said from beside Daisy. She turned to see Craig, whom she knew from several classes.

"You're Daisy, aren't you?" Craig asked.

Daisy smiled and nodded, although she didn't say anything in return.

"I recognize you from the Western Lit class," Craig said. "Damn, you look a lot different tonight. Damn!"

"Thank you," Daisy said politely, not wanting to say anything that would drive Craig away. He was a very attractive guy who, although not muscular, was in good shape. He was six-foot-one with wavy brown hair and a strong face with dark eyes.

"Would you care to join me?"

Craig tried to contain his excitement as he quickly took the empty stool next to Daisy. He handed money to the bartender and then returned his attention to Daisy.

"I've never seen you look so good," Craig said. He was at a loss for any more meaningful and romantic of a compliment, but it was enough for Daisy. That was the closest anyone, including her parents, had ever come to telling her that she was beautiful.

"It's a new look for me," Daisy said, trying to sound calm and cool. She found it was easier than she thought. In the back of her mind she wondered if that too came with her new body. "Do you like it?"

"I do, I do," Craig affirmed. "I most certainly do. And it looks like so do most of the guys in here."

Daisy looked around the room as if she had not done so already and pretended to have not noticed the stares.

"Really?" She said innocently, I hadn't noticed.

She leaned in closer to Craig.

"It's kind of creepy," she said softly to him. "I don't like being stared at like this. Do you wanna get out of here?"

Craig was shocked, that was the quickest a girl had ever asked to leave the club with him. Perhaps he had underestimated Daisy all these years.

"Sure," Craig said. "Let's go."

He gulped the last of his beer and Daisy took a final sip of hers, leaving the half-full bottle on the counter behind her. Even as they left, all eyes in the room were on them. The women watched Daisy, envious of her body and sex appeal, while the men eyes Daisy with lust and Craig with jealousy.

A few moments after the door closed, Stephen stood up and left the room. No one noticed his movements as he stepped back into the darkness.

The night was warm, as most of the spring nights tended to be, and Craig and Daisy instinctively followed the street down towards the lake, where the wide beach was deserted and the only lights came from the resort's tower a few hundred yards away.

"It's nice down here," Daisy said. "I've never come her at night before."

"There aren't a lot of people around during the week, especially on Friday nights," Craig said. "Most of them are at parties.

"That's fine with me," Daisy said. "I didn't want to be around them anyway."

They stopped and faced each other.

"Why is it that I never noticed you until now?" Craig asked.

"Maybe it was fate," Daisy answered. "Or some power that drew us together on this night."

She stepped closer to Craig and placed her hands on his hips. As if she had known what to do her entire life, she slid on hand down onto the crotch of Craig's slacks and felt the bulge beneath.

"At least you noticed me tonight," Daisy said. "And tonight is what's important."

She unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his fly before Craig said anything.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down," he said, placing a hand on hers. "Let's not rush things."

Perhaps, a day earlier, a more rational Daisy would have agreed. But something had come over her; a libido that was as vigorous as her new body was sexy. She couldn't have stopped even if she wanted to. Daisy just released her guards and let her sexuality take charge.

"Don't fight it," Daisy said, brushing Craig's hands aside. "I saw the way you were staring at me in the club, the way you looked at my body when you bought my drink." Her hands reached into his pants and rubbed the underwear covering his erect sex. "And I feel that way your body responds to my touch, the way you yearn for me."

"I want you, Daisy," Craig said, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I didn't realize it until tonight but I want you bad."

"You can have me," Daisy said. She reached for the buttons on the front of her green blouse and opened it slightly at the top to reveal a bit more cleavage. "You and me, Craig, joined together."

Craig's hands slid down her silky blouse from the shoulders and onto the firm globes of her breasts. Daisy's body shuttered in pleasure, even at this so basic sexual touch. Craig unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and pressed his hands beneath the fabric to touch her skin. She liked the warmth of his palms against her body, it made her feel loved and, in a way, safe.

She placed her hands beneath Craig's t-shirt and rubbed up and down the ripples of his abdomen and firm pecks. Craig pulled off his shirt and knelt down on the sand in front of Daisy, pulling her down next to him. They kicked off their shoes and lay next to each other on the sand, in full view of anyone who happened by but unconcerned about being disturbed. Their physical passions for one another overwhelmed all rational thought and made them more daring and willing to do behavior in public which most wouldn't consider.

As Daisy rubbed Craig's chest, he placed one of his strong hands on the inside of her leg and stroked her thigh, his touch moving higher and higher beneath her short skirt with each cycle. When his fingers at last had pushed high enough to find the waistband of her pantyhose and panties, he curled them around the elastic and slowly pulled them off, down past her knees and ankles until they were removed all together and lying in the sand next to them.

As Daisy lay there on her back on the beach, her shirt spread open and her breasts, barely covered by her black lace bra pointing towards the heavens, Craig pushed up her skirt and ran his fingers along the sensitive lips between her legs. The sensation Daisy had experienced earlier that evening when she touched herself for the first time returned, only this time it was a hundred times more intense because the fingers were not her own but those of a lover.

Craig placed his hands on her thighs and spread her legs, hiking her skirt up above her hips and exposing the neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair covering her genitals. He leaned forwards and slowly, lovingly, kissed her womanhood and parted her lips with his tongue. Daisy closed her eyes and let the cunnilingus carry her away on a wave of pleasure. The world melted away, except for Craig's lips and tongue down there.

He brushed his tongue between her labia and traced it around her clitoris, gently taking it into his mouth and sucking on it for a few moments while his inserted a finger into Daisy's vagina. For Daisy, the virgin who was moving farther sexually than she had ever been with each passing second, nothing in the world could compare to the sensation, pleasure beyond all pleasure.

But that didn't hold a candle to what was about to happen. After a few minutes of pleasuring Daisy, Craig stopped and removed his pants and cotton briefs. Daisy looked at his naked body, memorizing every curve of every muscle, but most of all focusing on the erect and pulsating shaft protruding from his groin. She had never seen a penis before, even in her tenth-grade health classes because she didn't pay attention to the films. But there it was before her, erected and pointing right at her body. All she could think about was having Craig's manhood fill her void.

"I want you inside of me," Daisy whispered. "Let me feel that long shaft of yours pushing into my body."

Craig lowered his body on top of Daisy's, placing his penis between her labia. He rocked his hips, sliding his penis up and down several times, both teasing and stimulating Daisy. Finally, the tip of his shaft met the moist entrance to her vagina and gently pressed into her body.

It felt so good having Craig slowly enter her. Deeper and deeper he pushed into her body, so deep that Daisy though she couldn't take any more. But she wanted more; she wanted all of it. She spread her legs apart so Craig could get in deeper. Finally, he was in as far as he could go. Daisy wasn't sure how long Craig was, but she guessed it was substantial. He felt larger than what her body could accommodate.

The simple penetration alone would have been enough to content Daisy, but still she yearned for more. She wanted to experience the apex of physical love. Craig began thrusting, pushing deeper into Daisy and then releasing. The long, hard shaft thrusting and pushing into her body, combined with the warmth of Craig lying on top of her and the excitement of the first time, brought Daisy to climax rapidly, even before Craig could finish.

The orgasm was truly the pleasure of all pleasures, what Craig's tongue had enduced moments earlier paled in comparison to that experience. In that instant, Daisy suddenly understood why people because obsessed with sex and dwelt on it more than anything else. What act could possibly be better for two people to experience together, their bodies joined together into one being.

As Daisy and Craig made love on the deserted beach on that warm spring night, she felt something in her awaken and she wanted more. Daisy wanted to feel this good all the time, to experience the pleasure and excitement she felt then at every moment of every day.

She had just one day to experience all the opportunities her new body had to offer before she had to choose. But Daisy couldn't imagine turning down Stephen's offer, regardless of the price. If something as simple as this could make her feel that good, Daisy would do anything for it.

* * *

Late the next morning, Daisy awoke in her dorm room after probably the deepest night's sleep she had ever experienced. At first, she thought it all was a dream, but when she rolled out of bed and saw her naked body in the mirror, she realized it was no dream. She was still as beautiful as the night before. Oddly enough, it was as if the night's sleep hadn't even messed up her hair.

She was hungry, having slept for almost twelve hours, and needed to head over to the cafeteria to eat breakfast - which was actually lunch. First, she went to her closet to find something to wear, something more fitting for her new body. All of her clothes were baggy and concealed her form, but now that she had an attractive body, she wanted to show it off. She eventually selected a pair of shorts (which she previously had only worn in her room) and her smallest t-shirt, which was still baggy. She tucked the shirt tightly into her shorts and belted the waist to keep it in and to highlight her hourglass figure. Daisy didn't bother to put a bra or panties on beneath her clothes, she hoped she wouldn't be dressed for long.

Now that she had her first taste of sex, she wanted more.

The cafeteria, which could hold around two hundred people, was virtually empty at one in the afternoon. She bought a turkey sandwich, some chips, and a soda and got a dish of ice cream with jimmies for dessert and found an empty table on the second floor, next to the railing. From there she could watch and be watched from the entire dinning area. She placed her long, luscious legs up on the railing and leaned back in her chair to eat her lunch.

After a few moments, she noticed two guys on the other side of the dining room watching her. She had seen them around before, athletes probably, but had never met them; they weren't in any of her classes. She could tell by their eyes that they lusted for her, and it turned her on just thinking about it. She stared at them back and placed the straw for her soda in her mouth, pursing her lips and suggestively sucking on it. A wry smile crossed her face when she saw how the two boys reacted. They whispered something to each other and the got up.

The boys followed the railing as the walked around the upper level towards Daisy. She kept her eyes on them the whole way. Suddenly, a thought entered into her mind. What would it be like to have both of them at the same time? Why not? She could seduce them easily.

"Hi there," Daisy said seductively as the guys approached.

"Hi," the taller guy, a blonde, said. "I'm Chad and this is Louis."

"I'm Daisy," she said, crossing her legs at the knees and leaning back in her chair.

"Mind if we join you?" Louis asked.

"Actually, I was just finishing," Daisy said, placing her trash on her try. "But you can walk me back to my room if you'd like."

Chad and Louis stood up before she had finished speaking.

"We'd be glad to."

Yes, Daisy thought. This is going to be easier than I thought.

Chad and Louis followed Daisy to the trash receptacles in the corner and then they walked back across the street to Daisy's dorm, and all-girls building. As the rode in the elevator to the seventh floor, they made small talk and Daisy kept stretching her back to accentuate her breasts. She could tell from the bulge in both of the boys' pants that they were excited and knew what was coming next.

Daisy put her key in the lock, opened the door, and allowed Louis and Chad to enter first. The room was dark because the ceiling light was off and the blinds over the windows were closed tight. She closed the door, locked it again, and leaned back against the doorframe.

"Why, imagine that," Daisy said innocently. "Two handsome young men in my room. I wonder what we shall find to do."

"I can think of a couple things," Chad said, stepping up to Daisy and taking her hand.

I wonder if they're gay, Daisy thought. Or maybe they've done this several times before. Anyway, I don't care. This should be even better than last night!

"Why don't you show me," Daisy said, unbuckling her belt.

"We'd be glad to," Louis said, stepping behind Daisy and placing his hands beneath her arms to cup her breasts.

"Daisy, you're not wearing a bra," Louis said, felling her hard nipples poking though the thin fabric of her shirt.

"And no panties either," Chad said as he opened the fly of her shorts.

As her shorts fell to the ground around her ankles and her shirt became untucked, Louis reached beneath it to place his bare palms over her breasts. He kneaded them and pinched the nipples firm gently between his fingers. Chad slid a finger up and down between Daisy's labia and pressed it against her clitoris. The waves of pleasure were reminiscent of the previous night's passion. Louis pulled Daisy's shirt over hear head, leaving her naked between him and Chad.

"I don't think it's fair that I'm the only one who gets to be naked," Daisy said, reaching for the button and zipper on Chad's jeans. When she opened his fly, his bulging penis spread the denim as it yearned for freedom.

Behind her, Louis was removing his clothes while Daisy undressed Chad.

"Oh my!" she said, running her fingers along his erect penis. It was as hard as a rock and pointed straight up, so hard that it pulsed with Chad's heartbeats.

Without a word, Daisy knelt down and licked the length of Chad's shaft, lapping up the drops of precum emerging from the tip. Chad placed his hands on either side of Daisy's head as she took the tip into her mouth. She had never done it before, but it came as natural to her as if she had been giving head all her life.

Meanwhile, Louis, who had been rubbing his own penis in excitement, knelt down behind Daisy and brought his hips against her thrust-out derrière. His manhood pressed tightly between her buttocks as his hips mimicked the thrusting motions of making love. After a few moments, Louis reached for his penis and angled the shaft out to point at Daisy. He pressed it between her legs and quickly found the moist opening to her vagina. It was already engorged and dripping wet and took no effort for Louis to enter her.

Daisy almost bit down on Chad's penis as the pleasure of Louis penetration overcame her. The thought of two guys, willing to be her sexual slaves, thrilled and excited her. Daisy had her first orgasm less than a minute after Louis had entered her. And as she climaxed, Chad climaxed as well, filling her mouth with his juices.

"Oh God! That was a lot of cum," Daisy exclaimed, swallowing the load.

"I've got plenty more where that came from," Chad said. He sat down on the floor and leaned back as Daisy knelt on her hands and knees over him while Louis placed his hands on her hips and began to thrust harder.

To Daisy, the sex felt better in that position that it did the previous night with Craig. Louis' penis might have been larger - although Craig's seemed pretty long - but Louis seemed to penetrate deeper and stimulate her more from behind.

On the floor, Chad reached up to grab Daisy's breasts, which were bouncing with the rhythmic pulsing of her body. He took the nipples into his mouth one at a time while caressing the other.

Suddenly, Louis orgasmed and filled her vagina. It was an incredible experience for Daisy to feel his hot juices filling her. It was all of the pleasures of the pervious night and them some.

With each orgasm Daisy experienced, her pleasure and excitement grew in leaps and bounds.

When Louis withdrew, she lay down on top of Chad and rocked her hips until the tip of his penis pressed against her vagina.

"It's your turn to fill me," Daisy said, her lips inches away from his. She slid her hips down and Chad's penis was thrust into her body. They moved their bodies in unison, driving them closer to another orgasm.

"Let's see if she can take both of us," Louis said, reaching with his hands for her buttocks. He spread her cheeks and revealed the tight ring of muscles forming her anus. "Let's she if she likes it both ways."

Chad and Daisy didn't even skip a beat as Louis pressed his penis against her anus and slid into her tight body from behind.

Daisy almost screamed in pleasure as she felt both penises inside her body at the same time. But if she did that, then the entire building, or at least the floor, would know what was going on. She kept quiet, except for her heavy breathing and her moans and grunts of pleasure and excitement.

Two guys penetrating her two ways at the same time. Her orgasm was mind-blowing, and was quickly followed by half a dozen more - some larger while some not as intense, but all made her want to scream with pleasure. Her only regret was that all three of them didn't experience orgasm as the same instant. Chad orgasmed a few seconds later and Louis was third.

And when it was all over - the whole time spend together was less than twenty minutes - the three of them lay on the carpet of Daisy's dorm room, covered with sweat and panting from the physical exertion.

Daisy wondered how anything could top that experience, a menage-a-trois with two other guys. Vaginal and anal sex. All three of them with orgasms. As she lay there wrapped in the arms of the two boys, who were now fast asleep, Daisy thought about what there was left to experience. She realized there was quite a bit she had never tried and was anxious to learn about it, but the only thing she could think of was what it would be like to be with another girl.

Daisy knew all about lesbianism but had never given it a second thought. Now it was all she could think about, wondering what it would be like to kiss another girl's breasts, to place her fingers inside another girl's body. As she lay there with Chad and Louis, Daisy fantasized about it and masturbated.

* * *

When Chad and Louis had left, Daisy lay on her bed and started thinking about where she could find a girl with whom to explore her lesbian fantasy. She didn't know any lesbians off the top of her head, at least none that were open about it. Even on a large, liberal campus, few people was willing to come forward with their alternate sexuality.

Wait, one girl did come to mind. Cassandra, from Daisy's freshman-year philosophy class. Cassandra was bisexual and had mentioned it in one of her papers. Daisy overheard her talking about it with the professor. But Cassandra lived off campus in her own apartment and, from what Daisy saw around school, was dating one of the guys on the basketball team.

But as she thought about it, Daisy could remember Cassandra hanging out with a redhead a lot two years earlier. They seemed chummier than most friends, but Daisy had never made the connection. Cassandra and the redheaded girl must have been lovers for a time.

Daisy couldn't remember anything about the redhead except her hair color - she had only seen her from a distance. Daisy certainly couldn't remember her name or even if she had ever known her name.

Damnit, she thought. There goes my lead. Now where am I going to find a lesbian before tonight?

Her stomach growled; it was getting close to dinner. But Daisy didn't want to go to the cafeteria again. All she wanted was to find a girl, not be hit on by every guy in the room. Her new body was a wonderful asset, Daisy discovered. Even if she couldn't attract a girl before that night, she would tell Stephen that she wanted to make whatever deal he wanted to keep her new body.

She sighed and sat down in the big beanbag chair beside her bed, glancing at the digital alarm clock on her way down. Quarter to six, maybe she should go to the club in a few minutes. They served food there and she could get a meal in privacy, no one went there until at least eight.

"That's it," she exclaimed aloud, talking to no one but herself. "That girl at the bar, she was checking me out last night. I'd bet she'd be interested!"

Daisy went through her closet and found the clothes from last nigh, the green blouse and black miniskirt. She brushed the sand off of them and put them on, leaving the top few buttons of her blouse open to display her ample cleavage.

The club opened at six and Daisy was the first one at the door at six thirty, after walking there from the university. She could have taken the bus, but she didn't want to be too early. As she walked down the streets, she almost caused several accidents because drivers were more interested in watching her than the road. She smiled with delight each time she heard tired screech behind her.

Sitting in the same booth she was in last night, Daisy ordered the grilled cod from the menu. The waiter kept his notepad in his clasped hands over his crotch while she ordered, presumably hiding his erection. But Daisy could tell he was turned on. She leaned forward as she ordered and pressed her arms together, accentuating her cleavage even more. The waiter couldn't keep his eyes off of it.

Daisy was really enjoying her new sex appeal.

The moment the waiter walked away, the female bartender from the night before entered through the back door to the room. She looked as if she had been doing work in one of the back rooms. She didn't even notice Daisy at first; by this time there were half a dozen people in the room.

Daisy ate her meal in silence and didn't do anything to attract attention to herself, as if that were possible. When she set her fork down after the last bite, she walked over to the bar and sat down at the end, where the barmaid was sure to notice her.

"Hi there," Daisy said to get her attention. "I'm Daisy."

The girl turned her head and tried to keep her jaw from dropping open in response to Daisy's seductive stare. She quickly gathered her composure and walked to the end of the bar.

"Yea, I remember you from last night," the girl said. "My name's Ginger."

Daisy extended her right had to shake Ginger's, but instead of shaking and immediately letting go, she held the grasp a little longer and rubbed her thumb on the back of Ginger's hand. Ginger smiled at first, but then withdrew her hand.

"What can I get you?" Ginger asked.

"How about something five-foot-three, one-hundred-ten pounds, c-cup breasts, and long black hair," Daisy said suggestively, guessing at Ginger's measurements. "Something rather like yourself."

Ginger almost dropped the glass she was trying. Fortunately, it was still wrapped in the cloth towel and she was able to catch it in time.

"Quite," Ginger said quickly, placing a finger to her red lips. "Do you want to get me fired? Don't say things like that in public."

Daisy mimicked the face of a pouting child.

"What about in private?" she asked.

Ginger looked around the room.

"I have my dinner break in ten minutes," she said. "Meet me out in the alley behind the building."

Daisy smiled and said, "I'll go anywhere you want."

She returned to her booth and sipped her glass of water for the remaining time before Ginger's break. When it was time, Ginger removed her apron, looked over at Daisy, and nodded. She then left through the back door. Ginger paid for her dinner and left through the front door, circling around behind the building via the parking lot.

Ginger was already waiting for her, sitting on the stairs of the metal fire escape.

"We have an hour," Ginger said. "My apartment's just upstairs. I leave the window unlocked."

Daisy followed Ginger up the fire escape three stories until they reached a partially opened window. On the way up, Daisy fought the urge to reach out for Ginger's tight derrière or flip up her red dress.

Once inside the window, the girls were in Ginger's bedroom. Ginger closed the blinds and turned on the lights.

"I live alone," she said. "No one will bother us."

A different attitude had come over Ginger since they left the club. Daisy sat on the edge of the bed and Ginger walked over to her, slipping one shoulder out of her dress.

"You've been on my mind all day, Daisy," Ginger said. "I couldn't stop thinking about you since last night."

"Oh yea?" Daisy said, unbuttoning her blouse and revealing her black lace bra, the same she wore with Craig.

Ginger reached out for Daisy's firm breasts and slipped one hand beneath the lace, running her fingers across Daisy's nipples.

"All I thought about was you," Ginger said. "And you lovely tits."

Daisy slipped off her blouse and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. It fell away as Ginger massaged Daisy's breasts.

"I lay away all last night," Ginger continued. "I got so hot just thinking about you."

"Can I let you in on a secret?" Dais asked, reaching her hands up Ginger's dress. "You're the reason I came back to the club tonight."

Daisy pulled down Ginger's panties and Ginger stepped out of them, freeing her legs. Lifting Ginger's skirt, she came face to face with her shaved womanhood.

"You look good enough to eat," Daisy said, running her fingers against Ginger's clitoris. She leaned forward and licked Ginger's labia. The juices tasted so good to her; she wondered if her body had tasted that good to Craig. Daisy tried to repeat everything on Ginger that he had done on her.

"Don't you . . . oh . . . want to see the menu . . . ah . . . first?" Ginger asked, her words broken by groans of pleasure.

"Don't worry, baby," Daisy said. "I've already eaten, so this is my dessert, but this is only your starter."

Daisy lapped her tongue faster and faster against Ginger's genitals, gently taking her clitoris into her mouth and sucking on it.

Ginger placed her hands on Daisy's head, pulling Daisy tighter into her body, and orgasmed almost immediately afterwards.

"Oh, my God!" Ginger exclaimed.

Daisy leaned back; her face covered with Ginger's cum.

"You like?" Daisy asked.

Ginger didn't respond in words. She bent down and threw her body on top of Daisy, throwing both girls to the bed. Their lips embraced in a kiss and parted slightly, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Ginger tasted herself on Daisy's lips.

Ginger reached her hand up Daisy's skirt and pulled off her partner's panties and pantyhose.

"Let's just get rid of these silly clothes all together," Daisy suggested.

She slipped out of her skirt while Ginger pulled her dress off over her head. Both girls were naked now as Ginger knelt over Daisy, straddling her just above the waist. Ginger reached down for Daisy's neatly trimmed pudenda and placed two fingers into her body.

"Roll over, lover," Ginger said. "And I'll show you something that will make you scream."

Daisy did as she was told and rolled over. Ginger reached between Daisy's legs and again placed two fingers into her vagina, but this time she lifted her buttocks into the air and spread Daisy's legs. After a few moments, once Daisy was so wet it started to run down her legs, Ginger inserted two more fingers. Finally, with her thumb, she reached for Daisy's anus, pressing it against the muscular opening.

"Oh, God!" Daisy gasped as Ginger pressed the thumb into her.

"You like that one?" Ginger asked.

Daisy replied with a pleasurable moan.

Ginger moved her fingers in and out of Daisy's body, moving faster and faster and pressing harder and deeper each time.

"Harder! Harder!" Daisy exclaimed between cries of pleasure. "Faster! Faster! Don't stop now!"

"Are you going to cum?" Ginger asked.

"Oh yes!" Daisy gasped. "I'm gonna cum so hard I'm going to explode!"

Suddenly, Ginger stopped and placed her mouth between Daisy's legs to lick her clitoris. She kept her fingers inside Daisy.

Daisy's ejaculate exploded out of her body as she orgasmed, like someone turning on a faucet. It flowed all over Ginger's face and dripped onto the bedspread. When the orgasm finished, Daisy dropped to the bed in exhaustion.

"I thought I was going to drown," Ginger joked, wiping Daisy's cum off her face with the back of her hand.

Daisy rolled over onto her back and Ginger lay full on top of her. The ground their hips together and kissed until both girls had another orgasm. When they had finished, both rolled onto their sides, facing each other, and entwined their arms and legs.

"Was I everything you fantasized about?" Daisy asked.

"You were everything and more," Ginger answered, kissing Daisy's forehead. "I haven't been with a girl in so long. I need to get that out of my system."

"Anytime," Daisy said with a smirk.

Daisy and Ginger lay there in silence for a few moments, both girls having found what they needed, and listed to the sounds of each other breathing. Daisy enjoyed her first lesbian experience, perhaps even more than she had enjoyed being with any of the guys. She wasn't going to give up on guys all together, but she would definitely want to be with another girl more often.

Daisy loved her new body and the opportunities it presented her.

* * *

Daisy and Ginger lay in bed, naked and embracing each other. There was nothing in the world outside the two of them for those brief few moments, and that's exactly how they wanted it.

But the two girls' euphoria was short-lived as a sound from out in the hallway drew their attention back to the real world. Footsteps, slow and heavy, were climbing the stairs at the end of the hall and walking closer to Ginger's room. The bedroom also had a door connecting to the hallway, although Ginger never used it and always kept it locked.

The girls assumed the person would walk on past, but he or she didn't. Instead, the footsteps stopped outside Ginger's door. There was a brief silence, followed by three short knocks on the wooden door.

"Just ignore it," Ginger whispered to Daisy. "Someone probably has the wrong room."

"Okay," Daisy said.

The three knocks repeated, followed by a masculine voice saying, "Daisy, I know you're in there."

It was Stephen.

"Who knows you're here?" Ginger asked.

"Nobody," Daisy said. "I didn't tell anyone before I left the bar, unless he followed me."

"Do you know who that is?" Ginger questioned.

"Yes . . . I mean no . . . I mean . . . I don't know," Daisy stuttered, looking for what to say. She was completely confused and a little bit terrified.

The brass doorknob jiggled, followed by the sound of a lock disengaging. The knob turned all the way and the door swung open. Stephen, dressed in a black suit strode into the room as casually as if it were his apartment.

"Get out!" Ginger screamed, throwing a pillow at Stephen and trying to hide herself with the covers from the bed. The pillow missed Stephen by a large amount and slid across the floor to the other wall.

"That's not very nice," Stephen said. He glanced at Ginger and the barmaid was petrified in terror with his stare. She quieted down immediately.

"Now Daisy, it's time for you to decide," Stephen said calmly. "Do you want to keep the body or do you want to return to your old self?"

"Wait a minute," Daisy interjected. "It's not time yet, you said I have twenty-four hours."

"I had to move the deadline up," Stephen said. "I'm a busy man. I need your answer now."

"It doesn't matter," Daisy said. "I want to keep this body. The past day has been unbelievable. I want every other day to be like this one."

"And you're willing to do anything I want?" Stephen asked.

"Yes," Daisy said. "Anything, I just want to be like this forever."

"Very well then," Stephen said, nodding his head. "It is yours."

Daisy's eyes lit up with excitement. She jumped out of bed - still naked - and threw her arms around Stephen, kissing him on the lips and placing a hand on his crotch.

"Thank you, thank you," she exclaimed.

Stephen smiled. "You might have noticed I threw in a few extra options with the body. Free of charge, as it were."

"Like knowledge about sex and how to please my partner," Daisy said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. In her excitement, she had completely forgotten about Ginger, who was curled up in a ball and clutching her pillow in sheer terror.

"That knowledge is one thing," Stephen said. "Unlocking that vivacious libido you had deep inside you is another."

He walked over and placed a cold hand on Daisy's shoulder.

"But my personal favorite of the added gifts had nothing to do with your sex drive," Stephen said with a smile. "For when I gave you that body, buried deep inside, was a brand new disease, one that hasn't been discovered by your doctors yet."

Daisy's eyes opened wide as a terrifying thought began to dawn on her.

"You see, they're just on the verge of curing AIDS," Stephen began. "A couple years, tops, and they'll be able to wipe it out entirely. So I thought it was time to spread a newer, harder to detect, and even deadlier disease among humankind. And you, my dear Daisy, have the honor of being 'patient zero', as they say."

Suddenly, the earth began to shake. Daisy grew up in California and had lived through many, many earthquakes. But this tremor was somehow different.

"This new disease is transmitted the same way as AIDS, but it is much more resilient. It can be transmitted through vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, and any other form of sex you can think of. And since you had the disease, who knows what they'll decide to call it, you have transmitted it on to Craig and Chad and Louis and even sweet Ginger over there."

Another tremor shook the room and Daisy jumped to her feet. It suddenly dawned on her what had happened.

"Unfortunately for you, you don't even get the recognition of having the disease named after you. Daisy's Disease just doesn't have a good ring to it anyway."

"What are you saying?" Daisy demanded.

"You see, the moment you agreed to test drive that body, your mind was already made up and you had accepted my proposal. You died the moment you made the deal last night."

"I don't believe you," Daisy said, starting the sob. "It's not true, this is not happening!"

"Unfortunately it is true," Stephen said, mimicking a concerned friend. "You can look for yourself in the paper over there. Page B-6. Top of the left hand column."

Daisy ran across the room to the dresser and grabbed section "B" out of Ginger's newspaper. The headline on B-6 read "College Girl Killed Outside Local Club". The victim was hit by a car after stepping blindly into the busy street late the previous evening. As she read the article, Daisy was horrified to find her name listed as the girl killed.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Daisy screamed. "This isn't happening. No! This can't happen to me!"

"I'm afraid that your God can't help you now, Daisy," Stephen said. "Once you made up your mind, your fate was sealed. And you will, of course, pay the standard price."

"You mean my . . . my . . ."

"That's right, Daisy, I mean your soul. Because of your lust for sex, you have plagued humankind with the deadliest disease they've known yet. Hundreds of millions of people will die before they even come close to curing it. But none of your partners will ever remember having sex with you because as far as they know, you died last night before you met any of them. I like putting little twists and turns in the procession of time like that. And all anyone will ever remember of you is the plain old ugly Daisy. Perhaps the morticians will make your corpse look pretty for your funeral."

A third earthquake shook the floor, knocking Daisy to the ground.

"But now the time has come for me to take my payment, Daisy," Stephen said. "I'm sorry I have to rush you but, like I said, I'm a busy man and have lots to do."

Daisy screamed and got to her knees, reciting the Lord's Prayer and Hail Mary over and over again, begging for a reprieve.

"I'm sorry, but it's too late for that," Stephen said.

The ground shook for a fourth time and the floor began to crack. The floorboards splintered and the room lit up with a red-orange light from beneath the broken planking. A gust of warm, dry air filled the room, followed by the tortured sounds of people screaming in agony.

"It's time to go, my dear," Stephen said.

The floor gave way beneath Daisy and she found herself suspended over deep chasm, lit by and inferno far beneath her. The heat from the flames far below bellowed up and burnt her skin. The pain was horrendous.

She slipped from the tilting floor and tried in vain to grab on to floorboards for support, but the heat singed her fingers and set the boards on fire. A moment later, her hair and skin caught on fire as well, the flames engulfing her body. Daisy lost her grip and tumbled down into the perpetual inferno, paying the price for the deal she made.

Her last thought was a phrase she heard in Catholic school: "flames that burn but do not consume."

And then, as quickly as it began, everything was over and Ginger's bedroom returned to as it appeared before. No indication remained of the unearthly forces that ripped the floor apart to consume Daisy. All was dark and quiet, and only Stephen and Ginger remained in the room. She still clutched to her pillow as if it offered her protection.

"Stay away from me," Ginger called, trying to cross herself with a trembling hand.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to harm you," Stephen said. "In fact, when I leave here, you won't remember any of this happened. When I leave, you'll return to the club and no one will remember you ever leaving for dinner."

"You're . . . you're . . ." Ginger stammered, still trying to come to terms with all she had seen and with whom she was in the presence of.

"You can guess my name," Stephen said. Stephen was just an alias.

He left Ginger's apartment, locking the door behind him, and descended the creaking stairs back to the street level, exiting through a door a short distance from the entrance to the club. He turned and walked down the street.

As he passed the window to the club, he looked inside at seven or eight couples in the privacy of their own booths or tables. Some were necking, some were kissing, and some were fondling each other beneath the table. Craig was there with a blonde girl, Chad with a brunette, Louis with a redhead, and Ginger flirted with an athletic boy at the bar. All would be going to bed with each other later that evening.

Satisfied, Stephen turned and walked back towards his studio.

"Promiscuity," he said to himself as he crossed the street. "It's my favorite sin."

Copyright © 2000 by Thomas Blaine.
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