The Hammer Horror Gambit, Version One

Daisy hunched her shoulders and looked steadily ahead, doing her best to ignore the louts catcalling as she passed by.

She already regretted not taking a more menacing form before starting for home. Maybe a large, not particularly attractive but muscular man. It was late on a Friday night, and the unfortunate combination of alcohol and testosterone was having its expected result.

She checked her six in the side mirror of a parked car and cursed silently. The trio of thugs had peeled themselves away from the wall they'd been holding up. They followed her down the street, making kissing noises and obscene gestures, uttering increasingly rude invitations.

Okay, ignoring them didn't work.

Daisy stopped abruptly, beneath a streetlight. She turned to face them. The grins of malicious anticipation widened. One of them opened his mouth to taunt her.

His jaw sagged instead as Daisy grew nearly a foot, and gained nearly a hundred pounds of rippling muscle. Her jeans ripped out along the sides. Her blouse tore at the shoulder seams and along the spine. Coarse brown fur burst out through the torn seams and covered the backs of her hands, her neck and jaw.

Her nails lengthened and thickened into horrific claws. Her mouth and nose stretched and melded into a protruding muzzle sporting a fearsome array of fangs. She glared at the louts with golden eyes and uttered a scream of challenge at their retreating backs.

The Wolverine Gambit

"Fine," Daisy spat. "Let's do this."

Snikt! Three implausibly long blades erupted between the knuckles of her right hand. She rotated her wrist gently, so the light caught them and ran the length of the gleaming metal blades. The two toughs stopped, eyeing the blades--and one another.

Crap. They might egg one another into attacking her anyhow, in some stupid show of testosterone-fueled machismo.

Snikt. Another set of blade erupted from her other hand. "Come on, I've got two hands. No waiting. Which of you wants to die first?"

Daisy watched them retreat with a sensation of great relief. The blades looked absolutely wicked, but they were no harder or sharper than her nails. She might give them a nasty scratch, but that was all.

The Total Recall Gambit

"You want me to lift my shirt?"

Hoots of approval, and a shout of "Hell, yeah!" met Daisy's question. More drunken frat boys. Well, probably they weren't actually frat boys given that every single one of them was a high school drop-out. But still.

"You won't like it."

The frat boys begged to differ, quite vocally.

"I mean it," Daisy insisted. "You won't like it."

They would. They really, really would.

"And if I do, you'll leave me alone?"

A babble of insincere promises to do just that followed.

Daisy sighed. "Okay. Just remember, you asked." She grasped the hem of her blouse and hesitated, as if gathering her nerve. In truth, she was preparing for the big reveal.

She yanked the bottom of her blouse up, revealing a swollen, lumpy belly. The frat boys recoiled, shocked and visibly appalled. But the best was yet to come.

The lumps...moved. The largest slowly lifted to reveal a tiny, distorted face. Piercing blue eyes opened, staring sightlessly toward the frat boys. The gash of a mouth beneath worked for a moment, then a grating voice emerged. "Open your minds." A tiny, baby-like arm waved erratically for a moment before a tiny hand pointed at the frat boys.

"Open. Your. Minds."

The frat boys backed away, eyes wide with horror, sneers of disgust twisting their mouths. All at once, nobody first, they turned in unison like a school of fish, and fled at a run. Daisy's laughter followed them down the block.

She turned to continue on her way--and paused. A passerby stood motionless, meeting her gaze with eyes even wider than the frat boys'.

Her tiny conjoined twin turned its sightless gaze in the woman's direction. "What are you looking at?"

The Unwelcome Surprise

It was hard to believe Felix only had two hands. Between lifting his own drink, signaling the bartender for refills, and doing his best to feel her up, he seemed more like an octopus. If she didn't need to get hold of his wallet, Daisy would have slapped him long ago.

Instead, she'd played along, leaning in to listen to his canned patter, giggle at his stale jokes, give him an occasional look down the front of her dress, and generally play the ambivalent pick-up. Mixed signals were the order of the day.

She gently turned aside or ignored his suggestions that the retire to someplace more private. She wagged her finger at him the one time she made a show of catching him eyeing her cleavage. She kept her knees together and repeatedly plucked his hand from her thigh, where he tried valiantly to slip his fingers under the short skirt.

While leaning close, she "drunkenly" lost her balance and nearly sent them both tumbling off their barstools. Felix caught her and helped her sit up, taking the opening to cop a feel while he was at it. That was alright, though. She'd helped herself to his wallet in the same tangle of limbs.

Time to go. Time, more to the point, to get rid of Felix.

When Felix made another not-so-subtle pass, Daisy took him up on it.

It took Felix by surprise. His hand on her thigh went still. "What?"

"I said, 'sounds good,'" Daisy repeated. She relaxed the tension in her legs.

Felix, emboldened by her aquiesence, caressed her leg, then went for the gold. His fingers slid beneath her skirt and along her bare thigh--to find the phallus (considerably larger than his, if Daisy was any judge of such things) between her legs.

He flinched away as if it were red hot, nearly tearing her dress.

When he stared at her, shocked, Daisy just looked back at him blankly. Putting just a touch of Harvey Feirstein in her voice, she asked, "What?"

Thirty second later, Felix was gone.

Thirty seconds after that, Daisy was too. She had an office to search.

The Hammer Horror Gambit, Version Two

Daisy caught her pursuer by surprise as he blundered into the darkened room in hot pursuit. She seized him in an arm lock and spun him in a half circle which ended with his head striking the wall hard enough to render him unconscious. His buddies were only a few steps behind him. She clung to him, struggling to hold him more or less upright.

She cried out in his voice, "What are you--no! Stop!" The pounding footsteps slowed and stopped. "Oh my God! Please, no. No!" She shrieked the last word, then cut it off abruptly. Daisy let the unconscious man drop noisily to the floor.

She walked through the doorway, into the next room, to face the two remaining thugs.

She moved a calculated distance, just far enough to allow the moonlight shining through the window to fall on her face. It flashed in her red eyes, and highlighted the eyeteeth which had elongated into fangs. She raised one long nailed hand to oh-so-delicately wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth, then lick her fingers clean with a shudder of appreciation.

"I just love carry out," she purred. "Who's next?"

The Walk A Mile In A(nother) Man's Shoes Gambit

"I'm very sorry," Daisy said. She was glad that the bedroom was dark. Sharon couldn't see her blush. "That's never happened to me before."

Sharon chuckled. "Of course not," she said. "It was your first time, right?"

"Yes," Daisy admitted. Her first time as a man, at any rate. That counted, didn't it?

"Well then, it's okay, David. Really." Sharon's hand cupped Daisy's cheek. She felt Sharon's weight shift and then her mouth found Daisy's. Her lips were soft, warm, and clinging. She could give kissing lessons, and she was--Daisy made some mental notes.

"It's very exciting to know I'm your first."

Sharon's hand slid down to rest on Daisy's chest. Just for a moment, before searching out and caressing a nipple. Daisy gasped, learning  that her nipples were no less sensitive for being located on a flat, muscular chest instead of breasts.

The brush of Sharon's fingers across her nipples sent a thrill through Daisy's body. She felt herself growing hard again, and damn but that was a weird sensation. Pleasurable, but definitely strange to her.

When Sharon's fingers wrapped around her, Daisy shivered at the glorious intensity of the feeling. It was so sensitive! And it was right there, in front of God and everybody. You couldn't miss it! No wonder men were so easy to excite.

"There," Sharon said. "You see? You're ready again."

And she was.

She lasted two minutes that time, before a lack of control--and exhaustion--brought her to another premature climax. It was shocking how quickly and easily it happened. She'd had no idea! Nor any idea of just how tiring all that unaccustomed thrusting could be.

That didn't stop her from doing it again. Repeatedly. Kissing wasn't the only thing Daisy learned from Sharon that weekend. Man or woman, she'd be a better lover for having met her. Losing her virginity as a man was a heck of a lot more fun than it had been as a teenage girl.

Edited to add: I should probably point out that Daisy only plays these games when she's wearing another face--and only then when it seems the best way to avoid trouble. For that matter, she seldom wears her own form except at home or when she's confident no trouble will crop up that might require using her ability. After all, being a shapeshifter works much better when nobody knows there's one around. If she is forced by circumstances to change, she tries to make it fit some other popular trope (vampire, werewolf, etc).