Emily was at the end of her rope. Ever since she was diagnosed with second puberty she’s been undergoing drastic changes.

When her skin began to soften and her hair seemed to grow longer, she just brushed it off as being all in her head.
When fat pooled to her thighs and her chest got painfully sensitive she finally connected the dots. When that tenderness gave way to full-on breast growth, and her penis shriveled away into nothingness, Emily was officially indistinguishable from any given woman. 

That’s not why Emily was worked up, of course; she was taking to femininity like a fish to water. No, the problem was her roommate, Eddie. They were best friends since childhood, and while Emily was always fond of him, the new hormones flooding throughout her body has her seeing Eddie in a whole new light. She didn’t want to ruin their friendship by outright confessing her feelings, so she has resorted to dropping hints, with increasingly less subtlety. But it just. Hasn’t. Been. Working! Sunbathing in the backyard? Eddie came outside only to ask if she wanted takeout. Showering with the door wide open? He turned around the moment he saw the lights were on. Emily appreciates that at least she isn’t being overly sexualized in her own home- Eddie’s respect made her more hot under the collar- but there was a difference between being a gentleman and being plain clueless. 'No matter,' she thought, buttcheeks pressed against the cool marble of the countertop, 'gonna be pretty hard to take THIS the wrong way!'  

It was a desperate play, but the frustration and horniness was clouding Emily’s judgment. It should be a slam dunk, but knowing Eddie’s track record, there was a non-zero chance he would just reach behind her... to use the coffee maker.