Chapter 2: Daisy

I spent the rest of the afternoon taking in my new house and trying to find out as much information as I could about this new body I was inhabiting. Like the living room and kitchen, the bedroom was pretty messy. Dirty laundry and bed sheets covered the floor.

As I looked around the room, my eyes landed on what appeared to be a picture frame face down in the corner of the room. I flipped over the frame and bits of glass shards fell to the ground. It was a picture of Timothy and what I assumed was his wife/girlfriend/lover. She was a decent looking redhead and my eyes gravitated down towards the swell of her breasts. Her tits were pushed up by the deep cut dress she was wearing.

I licked my lips and my dick started to harden as I thought about all the nasty things I couldn’t wait to do with her. Imagining her pouty red lips around my cock as I fucked her tits. My shaft enveloped by her giant mammaries.

Ding Dong

The sound of the doorbell ripped me from my fantasy. Who the fuck could that be?

I walked over to the front door and peeked through the peephole. There was a blonde woman on my doorstep. She looked around her late twenties, early thirties. Similar to the age of this body.

I opened the door.

“Hey-” my greeting cut short as she briskly walked right past me into the living room.

“Jesus Timmy, this place is a mess.” She turned to me, arms crossed, a stern motherly expression on her face. “I knew things were bad but this is another level.”

I looked at her with a blank stare on my face. Unsure of what to do, I stayed silent. My silence seemed to frustrate her more as she became impatient.

“Well?” she exclaimed. “Are you not going to tell me anything?”

I cocked my head sideways in confusion. She gave out an exasperated sigh. “Jesus Timmy, how long have we been friends? Is it so hard to say Hi Daisy, how’s it going? Hi Daisy, I’m doing great. Hi Daisy, my girlfriend of 5 years cheated on me so I’m living like my life is over!”

Ah. The broken picture frame makes sense now. The image of the redhead fizzled away in my head as my disappointed dick went limp. My brain started to weave a story of lies in my head as I opened my mouth.

“And before you ask,” Daisy cut me off. “I heard about Kara cheating on you from another source which I will not disclose. She caught the grin on my face and seemed to get even more mad.

“What?” she asked.

I let out a chuckle.

“I was wondering when you’d let me get in a word.” Time to double down. I opened my arms stretched out invitingly. The tension on Daisy’s face seemed to melt as she bounced into my arms. Her body felt nice pressed against me and a little chubby started to develop as my mind wandered.

Pulling away from our hug, Daisy stepped back and crossed her arms once again. “Talk. Now.”

I started to tell her a lie about how I was depressed after I found out Kara was cheating on me and that I had been at home ever since doing nothing. Daisy nodded as I spoke as if confirming that my hunch had been correct. Then her face turned to shock as I recounted the events that happened earlier in regards to the shooting with Johnny, told from Timothy’s perspective of course.

“Oh my god, what?!” Daisy gasped with her hand over her mouth. I started to sell her a tale about how the experience really traumatized me and showed me how short life could be. I even put my head down and added in a fake sniffle for good measure. It seemed to work as Daisy put her hand on my shoulder and gave me a sympathetic look.

“Come up,” she grabbed my hand pulling me up. “We’re grabbing a drink.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you did that,” Daisy giggled as we walked up to the front of my house.

We had gone out for drinks at a local bar a couple of blocks away from my place. At the bar Daisy told me what she had heard about my girlfriend, Well, Timothy’s girlfriend Kara. She heard that I had left work early to come over to her place to surprise her. Unfortunately what Timothy ended up finding out was Kara underneath another man. Apparently it wasn’t a one time thing either, Daisy said her source had claimed. As I pondered that in silence, Daisy gave me a strange glance.

“You alright?” she asked with a concerned look.

“What do you mean?”

Daisy stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “The Timmy I know would want to know every detail. You won’t even leave the house if you don’t know what the exact temperature is outside.”