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.
