Alternate realities: Resourceful

John never really much cared for all the things people at the office would say behind his back. He knew they were all just bitter and envious of his success, and it's not like he was looking for friends or anything like that at work. So what if they called him an ass-kisser or stuff like that. He knew he deserved his position, and that he got there thanks to his skills and qualifications, and not just because the boss had taken him under his wing. He would have let them talk how much they wanted, he did not care.

The only stares that could really make him feel bad were those of his colleague Linda. They had started working in that firm at about the same time, and they soon started to compete for positions higher up in the hierarchy. And even though it hurt his pride to admit it, he feared her. He knew that she was smarter than him, and more skilled, and that on paper she was the one more deserving of the promotion. And she would have probably got it if he had not bond so much with the boss and played on his prejudices towards having a woman in a position of responsibility. To her eyes that sure must have seemed unfair, and she was understandably pissed at him, but from his point of view he had simply proved to be more resourceful, making good use of what he had to get ahead in life. He did not owe anything to her. If anything he had showed he was better at administering resources. However things were about to change.

One day, while he was at the coffee machine, he suddenly saw the room warp in front of his eyes, and when everything got back to normal he noticed that the hand he was holding the cup with had somehow become dainty and slender, and with nail polish too. He looked down at himself as flocks of long blonde hair fell in front of his face, and he realized that he was dressed in a white blouse covering a voluptuous bosom, a very constrictive pencil skirt highlighting his large hips, narrow waist, and round butt, and dizzying high heels. He could not even snap out of his bewilderment to scream, as he realized that he had somehow transformed into a woman. He kept staring in disbelief at his changed body, shocked and overturned, until he heard a male voice call from inside of his office.

<<Are you done with that coffee Jessica? You are making me wait a lot this time.>>

He turned around surprised, and headed insecure towards the office with the coffee in his hand, surprisingly enough not stumbling over his very uncomfortable shoes. He peeked around the door, and saw a stranger sitting at what used to be his desk, absorbed in his work. He raised his head, and as he saw his face he realized that there was something strangely familiar in that man.

<<Ah, there you are finally. What took you so long?>>

John kept looking around that office trying to make sense of what was going on, until he realized that that man looked remarkably similar to Linda somehow. What the hell was happening? Why was he a woman? And was that man really Linda? He was brought back to reality by the guy’s voice calling for him, addressing him as Jessica once again. He stuttered something, startled by his new womanly voice.

<<S… Sorry. I’m not feeling that well today.>>

The man got up and headed towards John, taking the coffee out of his hand and getting uncomfortably close to him.

<<Well, the day is almost over darling. Just get back to your desk. I promise I won’t require your services more than what’s necessary.>>

He turned him around and gave him a slap on his firm butt that made John gasp, and then smirked at him. John was so overturned by that gesture and overall scared by that situation that he immediately got into the adjacent office, where he found his new desk waiting for him. He spent the following hour browsing through the papers on his desk and rummaging in the purse he found by its side, trying to make sense of what was going on.

He soon learned that somehow he was now in an alternate world where everybody, including him, was born with the opposite gender. That unfortunately for him meant that he had lost his position as a manager, and that he was now the secretary of the person who used to be his rival, and from that day on he would have had to serve him and endure his womanizing and pretty chauvinistic attitude. He had basically lost everything he had been able to achieve up until that point, and for a while he felt completely hopeless. But soon he become determined to take the matter in his hand, and do everything he could to get his new life back on tracks.

He considered denouncing his superior to the HR for sexual harassment, but he realized that he would not have got much out of that. At the end of the day he would have still been a secretary, and with his skills he could not have really hoped to achieve much more than that. But he still was resourceful, and now that he was a woman he had quite a few new assets to work with. Why denounce his new boss after all, when he could have taken advantage of his fondness for his female self? It didn’t take long before he started to get flirtier with Mr. Brown, and soon enough he was on his knees blowing him under his desk. It was humiliating, disturbing, and even kind of disgusting, but Jessica had her eyes on the prize, and soon she started to pick up the fruits of her work, getting a new office, generous bonuses, and even getting a couple of promotions, and though she was not wild about blowjobs, sex turned out to be quite pleasant, and she started to get a lot of enjoyment out of her “work routine”.

Unsurprisingly enough, people in the office started to talk behind her back, and she soon was seen by everybody just as a whore willing to go to any length for a bonus. But she did not care. She knew they were all just bitter and envious of her success, and it's not like she was looking for friends or anything like that at work. So what if they called her a slut or stuff like that. She knew she deserved her position, and she would have let them talk how much they wanted.