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She pulled my long, jet-black hair together and put it up on my head in a style I wasn’t familiar with. She’d carefully applied the white makeup to my face so that even with the hair pulled taut, there was no hint of my skin’s real tone beneath the white. The eyes, lips, and cheekbones were also made up, the lips a dark red, the cheekbones a bright pink, and the eyes lined in the darkest of blacks, accenting their slanted tilt. The kimono was silk, colorful and tight. The wooden shoes and tabi-socks were all that could be seen other than my head and my hands with their long, red nails. She looked me up and down to see if she could find any flaws in my appearance. There were none. I was a perfect geisha. Except of course for the fact that beneath the make-up and costume I was not a girl, I was not Japanese and other than the crash course in being a geisha that Achiko had given me over the past few days, I knew nothing of the specifics of this particular role. But in the three years that Achiko had been my caretaker, advisor and tutor, I’d learned a lot about the Japanese culture. Not exactly what a fourteen year old boy was supposed to be learning. Then again, most 14 year old boys don’t live alone with their mothers in one half of a duplex where a pair of Japanese students occupy the other half. Achiko and her roommate were here in California attending the university. My mother rented the other half of the duplex her own parents had left to her to students, to help supplement her income. She reduced the rent for Achiko in return for her “watching” me when I was old enough to not need a sitter, but still too young and irresponsible to be left without any supervision. In the days since the arrangement had begun, Achiko had taught me much. My grades had improved, as she’d also taught me of the importance of self-discipline. My Japanese was not quite yet fluent, but on those occasions where Achiko took me to Little Tokyo, I managed to communicate without reverting to my native tongue of English. Now, for Halloween, we were all dressing up for school. I had no costume and had griped about this to Achiko a few days earlier. She’d come up with this idea immediately, and would not take no for an answer. She insisted on perfection in everything she did, from her schoolwork, to how she maintained her house, and in something silly like a Halloween costume for me. That was how I’d gone from teen boy to geisha girl in a few hours. That, and the right outfit and a wig she’d fastened to my own hair with what seemed like a million pins. No matter how hard I’d shaken my head, the wig didn’t budge an inch from its secure grip on my scalp. * * * * * I sat in my room, relaxing. I was no longer wearing the kimono, or the lingerie that Achiko had insisted I wear beneath it. Instead I was clad in jeans and a t-shirt, but I didn’t know until glancing into the mirror that Achiko hadn’t taken off my make-up, but had merely replaced it with some of her own. Her foundation added an olive tint to my skin’s tone, and I really looked like a Japanese girl with all of what she’d done to my face. “It’s just for a little while, Tommy. I’ll take it off soon and unpin your wig. But you have to admit, you are a cute little nihonjin, aren’t you?” “Yes. Now that I’ve admitted it, please take it off.” She did. If she’d asked me at the time, I would have lied and said I never wanted to do that again. If she’d asked and I had answered honestly, I’d have been forced to admit that I loved looking like a Japanese girl. Achiko was 5’5”, slightly taller than the normal Japanese woman. On the other hand, I was the same height, shorter than average for a boy of my age. Worse yet, based on my mother’s short stature, and what I’d been told about my father, the reality was I’d probably reached my maximum height at the age of 14 and would grow no taller. I was still thin as a rail, and while my clothes fit a bit loosely on Achiko, I could wear hers, although they were a bit tight. I’d only done it once, to repay her for borrowing my favorite sweatshirt without permission. She’d come home to find me wearing her favorite jeans and one of her sweatshirts, and rather than scolding me, she’d told me then to help myself to anything in her closet, including skirts, dresses and high heels. I knew enough about poker to know that she had called my bluff with a raise and I never went there again. Now I was feeling the desire to wear her clothes and to look like her. It was a desire that would remain unfulfilled throughout my teen years, even though Achiko remained the next-door tenant until I left for my own college experience. * * * * * I’d maintained my multi-linguistic ability (I’d learned Spanish in high school and improved on that while in college) and while it hadn’t been a factor in my ability to get jobs after graduating, it was a good skill to have. Then my job was eliminated in a round of layoffs and after a protracted search, I answered an ad from a firm that was looking for someone who was bi-lingual in English and Japanese. The parent company was based in and operated solely in Japan, but the firm that was hiring was based here in the U.S. Japanese executives from the parent firm were shuttled in and out of one-year assignments in management with the U.S. operation, and key personnel were hired who were bi-lingual to enhance and ensure good communication with these managers. I went to work for this firm and made it a point to try to advance and do well, as I never again wanted to spend months and months out of work and looking for something. I now lived alone in the half of the duplex my mother had left to me, and I’d kept up the tradition of renting to female Japanese college students whenever possible. Many of my tenants came to me from referrals. The two current residents were sisters born one year apart. Ayano was the older girl, who was the quieter of the two, kept to herself and I didn’t interact much with her. Rina, her younger sister was the exact opposite. Outgoing, talkative and always coming over to visit or borrow something. She looked a lot like Achiko had at that age and she reminded me of her. She’d also managed to find the photograph of me as a geisha in one of my mother’s old photo albums and she would tease me on occasion that I should try being a geisha again to relax from the stress of my work. I always did my best to ignore such suggestions, although there was a part of me that really wanted to take her up on the offer. A year passed with my new employer and they were pleased with my progress. I was promoted to lead in my office and as part of that promotion, I was required to journey to Japan for meetings at the home office about future strategy. As much of the Japanese culture I’d absorbed during my life, I’d never thought about visiting Japan. Now I’d be there for two weeks, on the company’s dime. This was going to be a good thing and I looked forward to the trip. I made arrangements for Ayano and Rina to keep an eye on the house while I was gone. * * * * * A driver met me at the gate at the airport in Japan and soon I was in a limousine, being motored to the headquarters of my firm’s owners. It was a big building, in a compound outside the city. The driver had informed me I would be staying at a hotel in the city and he would be taking my bags to the hotel and arranging everything after dropping me off. “Someone else will bring you to the hotel later” he said, admonishing me not to be concerned. I walked in the door and in the reception area an elegantly dressed woman was standing there, waiting for me. Immediately I realized from what Achiko had taught me about Japanese business that this was the OL, the Office-Lady, and she would be taking me to meet with whomever I was there to meet with. She introduced herself as Kaeda, and offered me a chance to have tea, or rest before meeting with the executives. I declined her offers of tea and rest and insisted on going to the meeting immediately. I did so in Japanese, which surprised her. “I was not aware you were so fluent in our language” she remarked. “Your pronunciation and accent are like that of a native speaker. May I inquire as to how this is possible?” “You certainly may. When I was growing up, my mother rented out the other half of the house we lived in to Japanese students who were in town to attend the university. One of them who lived in that half of our house for a number of years tutored me in Japanese language and culture. In fact, I am hoping to have a moment to visit with her while I am here, during my time off.” “If you will give me her name and contact information, I would be pleased to arrange it so that you may visit with her on one of the days you will not be in meetings or in training.” I reached into my briefcase and pulled out the card that Achiko had sent me and Kaeda smiled at me as she scanned the card. I took advantage of that momentary distraction on her part to give her the once over. She wore a dark skirted suit, with the skirt falling to her nylon-covered knees. The jacket was single-breasted, unbuttoned and beneath the jacket there was a silk blouse in white. She had on pumps with medium heels, enough makeup to give her a made-up appearance, but without overdoing it, and her long hair hung to the middle of her back. Small pearl earrings adorned her lobes and she was wearing just a nice ladies watch, and one ring on her right hand. I felt myself growing excited at the thought of wearing that particular outfit, and wondered where these feelings were coming from. My obsession with Japanese girls from childhood had never left me and in fact, now that I was here in Japan, it was stronger than ever. I would have to control this desire and not let anyone find out the thoughts in my brain, or my future with this firm was very dismal. This kind of perverse thought could not be voiced or shared. Not without permanently damaging my career and reputation. * * * * * The first two days were unending. The meetings were long, the training intense and the dinners and drinking that followed each day tested my stamina and my ability to hold my alcohol. On the second night, after more than a few cups of warm sake, I was persuaded to stand up and belt out my best karaoke version of a Michael Jackson song. I was unaware that one of the executives with me was recording my effort with his smart-phone, but I found out about this the next morning at a break, as Kaeda served me coffee, at my request. I was trying to shake the cobwebs from my head in addition to ensuring I stayed awake through what was sure to be another marathon of a day. The only good news was that today was Friday and in deference to me, meetings and training was suspended for the weekend, honoring my culture. This was not the norm and had come as a surprise, but it was a welcome one. As Kaeda freshened my cup of java, she asked “how is it that you can sing like a girl?” “What do you mean?” “I saw video of you singing at the karaoke lounge last night, and you were singing with a girl’s voice. Was that a girl’s song?” “No. The singer who sang it was actually a man, but he sang in a high voice. It’s something we call ‘falsetto’ in English. That means that the singer doesn’t use their real voice, but a false one, to reach notes they can’t otherwise reach.” “I see. So you weren’t trying to sound like a girl, but like the man who originally sang the song?” “Yes. Why?” “Some wondered why you were trying to sing like a girl.” “Please explain to them what happened.” “I cannot. It is not my place to correct them. I am only the office lady. They are managers, my place is to serve their needs.” “In this case may I suggest that you would be serving their needs in informing them that they are mistaken in their assumptions about another employee?” She brightened at the suggestion. “That is most wise. Something a more experienced office lady might have thought of herself. I will follow your wise suggestion, Smith-san.” I thought back to what Achiko had told me before venturing my next suggestion. “Kaeda, it would honor me greatly if you would call me Tommy, and not Smith-san, at least when we are alone and no one else is around.” “I cannot. It would not be proper.” “It would be proper if we are all alone and no one else can hear. When we are alone, I wish for us to be equals.” “I will honor your request, but only when we are alone and no one else might possibly hear. I am honored by your request, Tommy. Oh, I almost forgot, I have reached your friend Achiko. There are words in English about something called a coincidence?” “Yes. Why do you ask?” “Only because it turns out that your friend works just down the street, at another large building and that she too is an office lady.” “She is? That’s surprising?” “Why is that surprising?” “She has a Master’s Degree in Business Administration from a highly regarded business school. I thought she be in some executive position.” “I suspect she found, as I did, that even advanced degrees do not guarantee access for women to the, how do you say, corridors of power, here in Japan. I am hopeful that in a few more years, I will be able to finally leave being an office lady and move into a position normally held by a man. But I must serve as I am able now, particularly while I am younger and more attractive. Only older women, with the right credentials and who no longer possess the beautiful appearance have much chance of moving upwards in companies like this.” “That’s sad.” “Since we are speaking as equals for the moment I will agree with you. Sometimes I wish I could go to America, where I might be judged more for my mind and less for my ability to look nice and pour tea.” * * * * * There was no dinner or drinking that night, probably in deference to the fact it was now what was considered my “weekend”. My limo took me to my hotel where a surprise was waiting in the lobby. Achiko, still clad in her own office lady uniform was sitting on a sofa with a view of the door and she spotted me entering. I saw her get up and as she did, she smiled. I expected a hug, but instead she stopped short of where I had stopped, and instead bowed like Kaeda did when we first me. “It is good to see you, Smith-san.” “Stop it Achiko, I’m still Tommy. Smith-san is my mother. Now give me a hug.” “Not here, Smith-san. Please show respect and return my bow, as I have taught you.” “Why so formal, Achiko?” “Someone from my firm is here somewhere and while I am dressed like this I still represent my firm. If we go to your room, I will give you your hug.” So we went to the elevator and once safely inside my room, with the door firmly locked, she gave me a hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Oh, you’ve grown into such a handsome man.” “And you’re still the most gorgeous woman on Earth, Achiko. Even in that outfit.” “Well, I would have dressed up as a geisha for you, but I didn’t want you to be jealous.” “Jealous?” “Yes, Tommy. Time for a truth between us. I know that you used to wear my clothing when I lived in the other half of your mother’s duplex. Don’t be embarrassed, many Japanese men like to dress as women. It is not frowned upon here like it is in your country.” “It’s been my deep dark secret, all my life.” “It wasn’t so secret once you let me dress you as a geisha. I could feel the blood rushing through your veins as your heart beat so much faster once you saw yourself. I already suspected, but that just confirmed it for me. So, why are you here?” I launched into an explanation of how I’d found my present job, gotten promoted and how her having taught me the language was a big help in my current success. We talked for hours and ordered room service for dinner. Finally, it was late and she said “I must go. I cannot spend the night in a man’s room in a hotel. Especially a gaijin man.” “I’ll always be a gaijin man.” “Perhaps. Perhaps not.” “What does that mean?” “You will find out tomorrow morning.” * * * * * Achiko had always loved the traditional American breakfast of pancakes, eggs, ham and hash browns and she took me out for such a breakfast the following morning. It was so nice to be wearing just jeans and a shirt, while she wore a simple dress and flats. After we ate, we rode in her car to a big office compound similar to where I’d been in meetings earlier that week. “This is where I work, Tommy. I want to show you something very secret. You must promise to reveal what you’re going to see to no one. Promise?” I nodded. “Of course. I’d never break your confidence. What is it you want to show me?” “A different perspective on life. A chance to spend a few hours as you’ve only dreamed. Come with me.” There was security everywhere, but Achiko’s pass got us beyond all guards and security check points. The elevator took us down several floors below the ground floor lobby. “We have our most secret laboratories located below ground for security purposes. It is easier to shield them from surveillance by our competitors. This way.” She led me down a long corridor to its end, and passed her badge through a security lock which unlatched but did not open the door. She then looked into a retinal scanner, and only after it had verified her identity through a biometric scan of her eye did the door finally open. From the size and noise made by the moving door, it was clear this was a door that would not be opened unless the person trying to get in had the proper pass and biometric identity. “In this lab lies the answer to one of the mysteries of life. Please don’t ask me to explain it. One of the scientists who is also a company leader finds me attractive and I’ve been his companion from time to time. In return, he has given me access to this, his greatest discovery. It’s a DNA re-sequencer.” “What the heck is a DNA re-sequencer and what does it do?” “It allows a person’s DNA to be re-written. He has unlocked the secrets of the human body. With this DNA re-sequencer, a person can be taller, shorter, thinner, heavier, male, female, Caucasian, Asian and so on. With this machine, I intend to make you into a Japanese woman so you can walk next to me on the street as just another Asian lady.” “You had too much to drink last night.” “No, I didn’t. Now, strip and lie on this table here. The machine has to scan you to record your own DNA so we can change you back afterwards. It isn’t like I haven’t seen you naked before, Tommy, so don’t hesitate.” The table had restraints for all four limbs. The restraints were a thin strip of a clear material that was soft but very strong. Once I was tied down, there was no way I would be getting up. I felt warm lights scanning me all over for several minutes, then nothingness overwhelmed me. * * * * * “Wake up. Slowly. Your body has been through a difficult transition over the last hour. Sit up slowly and sip this water to re-hydrate.” I took the cup and sipped, then nearly gagged as I looked at the slender, olive-skinned arm that was holding the cup. As I reached out with my other hand to touch what looked so foreign, long, jet black hair cascaded in front of my face. I automatically set the cup down and reached up, pulling my long hair back with an almost instinctive feel. “Wait. Why did I just do that?” “Relax. My boyfriend has programmed into his machine the ability to implant certain behaviors into someone whose DNA is being re-sequenced. It was an experiment but it worked beyond his wildest expectations. I gave you a few female behaviors, to help you with body language and movement while we are enjoying our afternoon. But I’m sure your new body feels very naked, and you’d love to get dressed. I have a special outfit for you.” The special outfit was identical to the ‘uniform’ she’d been wearing as an office lady the previous evening. Dark skirt, dark jacket, silk blouse, panties, bra, pantyhose and a pair of black patent pumps. She did my make-up as she had not had time to imprint me with that skill, and then before I could object, she handed me an ID badge with a picture of the new me on it. “You are now Miki Okuda, an office lady who works here. The real Miki worked for my boyfriend and is no longer employed here. But her identity is not in use, her employment file is still active, and her DNA was available to use to re-sequence you, Tommy. Or should I say Miki.” “But I look like a real woman.” “Dear Miki, you are indeed a very real woman. Inside those tight panties you are wearing is what you used to childishly refer to as a pussy, and inside of you are real lady parts, including ovaries and a uterus. If a man were to make sex with you, you could become pregnant. But fear not. Pregnancy would not prevent you from being re-sequenced back to normal. So if you find a man you encounter today to be so desirable that you wish to make love to him, you can with complete safety.” “I have no desire to sleep with a man.” “Perhaps you should reconsider that statement after we walk by one of those handsome security guards on our way out of here, Miki. Your memories of your old life may not find men attractive, but the new mind in your female body finds them very attractive. A little mischief I felt might heighten your experiences as a girl today.” A few minutes later, as we walked past a security check point, I felt exactly what she was referring to wash over me. The guard was tall, handsome, and his manly odor smelled so good to me I nearly swooned. He asked Achiko where the man who had accompanied her earlier was and Achiko said something I didn’t understand. It wasn’t English and it wasn’t Japanese. The guard grinned and then nodded to me and Achiko, waving us beyond the security gate. * * * * * We were walking down a street a few minutes later, having parked Achiko’s car in a parking garage. The sound of my shoes followed me as we walked and it should have been unnerving. But I guess that Achiko had done something to make me feel more at home with the sounds and sensations of being a woman. We stopped to look in one store’s window and as I stared at the Japanese girl staring back at me, I tried to focus on how it felt to wear these clothes. The bra’s straps were tight against my chest and back, and my very thin arms felt the silk of the blouse rubbing against the lining of the jacket. For a moment I felt the metal of my earrings reaching through my ears, but that sensation disappeared as quickly as it had shown up. I managed to explore the feelings of nylon against my smooth legs for a few seconds but again, the feeling vanished. “Achiko, did you do something to make me feel at home in these clothes and in this body?” “Yes, Miki. I didn’t want a Caucasian boy to feel strange in his new home inside the body of an Asian girl. You should feel right at home. Oh. I almost forgot something.” She reached into her purse and pulled out two small hairclips which she fastened into my long hair. “There, that’s better. Now tell me, what is your name? Your real name.” “My name is Miki Okuda. I mean my real name is Miki Okuda. Wait, why can’t I say what my real name is?” “Because those little clips are like the equipment I used to add a few patterns to your mind. These are removable, so I can allow you to keep access to some information, but remove it when I desire. You are currently incapable of saying what your real name is, or what your true gender is.” “That’s crazy Achiko. We both know that I’m really a woman in spite of what your machine has done. Wait, I’m a…oh my, I can’t say it, can I?” “Nope. Just a little precaution. Now, let’s go shopping.” * * * * * We had spent the day and the night together, sleeping at Achiko’s apartment. The sofa folded out into a spare bed and that is where I slept, clad only in a sheer nightie that barely covered my flat crotch. I slept well, and my dreams were of things we’d done that day. Trying on clothes. Eating in a traditional restaurant, with me sitting like a Japanese on a mat. Playing pachinko. In the morning Achiko and I went back to the laboratory. The same guard smirked at me as we walked past. Once in the lab, Achiko had me sit down in a chair. “Have you had fun being Miki?” “Very much. It has been strange, and wonderful. Like a dream come true.” “Would you like to continue for awhile longer? You can, but it will require you to do something a bit different, and it will mean a full week of being an office lady.” “There’s no way I could be an office lady for a week. I have meetings and training to attend tomorrow and for the following days.” “Yes, Miki, that is very true. But, there is a way where you can attend your training next week, and still experience life as an office lady. And, better still, have all of the skills and knowledge so that your time as one of us goes as smoothly as that skirt you’ve been wearing slides over your legs.” “How is that possible, Achiko?” “Simple. I will become you and you will become me. We will spend the next week apart. I will be Tommy, training and attending meetings and going out at night with the men. You will be Achiko, pouring tea and looking pretty all week. Then, next weekend, we will return to normal, retaining the knowledge we learned in the days that have just passed. You will have all of your new training and remember all of your meetings, and you can also retain the knowledge of how to be the perfect office lady, in case you ever want to do it again.” Somewhere deep within me, I knew the moment that she suggested this exchange that it was a very bad idea and I shouldn’t do it. Not only should I not do it, but I should insist on being returned to my own body, with whatever ‘programming’ had been done to my mind being undone and that I should never return to this lab. But as quickly as that thought jumped into my mind, it disappeared and I found myself wanting to follow Achiko’s suggestion. In fact, I needed very much to do as she was asking. “I can be you, for a whole week?” “Yes. You will be the girl of your dreams for five full work days and then most of next weekend. Then Sunday, before your flight home, we will put you back to normal and you can fly home, with all of your new training tucked away in your brain. Both what your employer wants you to learn, and what you want so badly to learn. How it feels to be an Asian woman in an Asian workplace. You will know what it is like to be a second class citizen. You will love it, even though I do not. Now, let us make the preparations.” * * * * * The “preparations” involved Achiko making a scan of her body to use on me, and then she was re-sequenced into an exact duplicate of my body. What I didn’t realize or understand at the time was that this was done in such a way as to give her access to every password to everything in my life. To give her access to all confidential company material I had access to, access which had grown since I’d been promoted. I thought nothing about this as I marveled at my new appearance. I WAS Achiko, the girl I’d wanted to be for so many years as a teen. Her smile was my smile. Her figure was my figure and I kept putting my hand on my hips to highlight my tiny new waist. Her hair was mine now and I tossed it back and forth, and ran my fingers through it over and over. I got up and sat down over and over, crossing and uncrossing my legs. A couple of times I squeezed, feeling the pressure in my flat crotch. I’d been able to cross my legs as a man, but my ‘equipment’ had always been an obstruction and I was always having to ‘adjust’ as I did this. Now there was no obstruction. I was wearing yet another outfit that Achiko had furnished for me. This one didn’t involve a skirt or dress. I was wearing my first pair of skinny jeans ever, a belly t-shirt that showed off my very flat tummy and cute belly button. I had a pair of sky-high wedge shoes on my feet with ankle and toe straps, and I didn’t seem to wobble an iota in them. I had on her earrings, and she made me promise to wear this pair the entire time. I agreed without thinking, although perhaps I should have wondered why later. * * * * * The later when I should have wondered about why I had to wear these specific earrings came when I was finally alone in Achiko’s, now my, apartment. It was a typically small Japanese home, a single with a sofa that folded out into a comfortable bed. But the small space was incredibly organized, with what seemed like tons of clothes, shoes and accessories, including an amazing collection of earrings. Some of them, especially a pair of hoops that were so big they’d brush against my shoulders; I wanted very much to try on. But I’d promised to keep this pair in the whole time, and I was going to keep that promise. I fixed dinner later in the tiny kitchen, a light meal that would not have filled me up had I been in my own body. I picked at it, eating it slowly and soon my tiny new stomach was filled. I’d also had a big glass of water and two cups of tea with dinner and I felt the pressure on my much smaller bladder almost immediately after finishing. I quickly went to the small bathroom, struggled to pull down my skinny jeans and then after gently tugging my panties down, sat down to pee. It felt natural, not strange and I wondered about this for a moment before realizing that all of Achiko’s memories that were now contained in my mind included a lifetime of peeing this way. That was probably why wiping afterward with a tissue was second nature. Soon I was unfolding the sofa, clad only in panties and a short nightie and going to sleep, to sleep as an Asian woman for the first night of my life. The only question I should have been pondering was just how many nights would I sleep this way. I dreamt that night. I dreamt dreams of my life as Achiko. Dreams of having been a college student in the U.S. and wondering what it would have been like to be one of those pretty, popular sorority girls I saw on campus. There were sororities for Asians, but I couldn’t join one as I had no time. My work caring for Tommy along with my studies took all my time in college. I dreamt of the nights I’d spent with the scientist who had invented the DNA re-sequencer. Of how he’d held me in his strong arms, and how we’d gotten into his bed together. I woke up from that dream to find my hand had somehow found its way into my panties and was beginning to stimulate my most tender skin. I stopped, the flow of the dream having been interrupted. I tried again, putting my fingers back into my undies for a second, but the moment had passed. I got up and washed my hands before going back to sleep, this time a dreamless sleep. * * * * * When I awoke it was a work day. I showered, washing and drying my long hair before getting into my work uniform. I dressed almost on autopilot, sliding on my hose, skirt and bra as though I’d been wearing them my entire life. I guess, in my mind’s eye, I had. Soon I was totally ready, and I headed out for the long subway ride to the office, my work ID in my purse and the lunch I’d packed before bed in my other bag. I looked right at home on the train with all the others heading to work and found a seat easily. The ride to work was short and uneventful and soon I was at the main gate, using my ID to get into the complex. I was in my little cubicle before I knew it and was soon pouring tea for my primary supervisor after greeting him politely with a bow. My day was spent serving tea to managers, at meetings and in their private offices. I also spent a great deal of time copying documents, preparing copies of agenda and reports to be passed out at meetings, and preparing my primary supervisor’s expense report from the previous week. I ate my lunch in the break room with four other Office Ladies that I knew well and we gossiped throughout lunch. Mostly about celebrities and the like, there was very little work gossip because we all knew that if we were discovered talking about our bosses, we might well be disciplined. Not wanting that, we stayed away from those topics. I felt right at home and deep down, in my secret heart, for just one moment there was an incredible thrill. I was living the life of Achiko! But when I tried to feel that thrill a second time I could not. It had disappeared and try as I might, I could not find it again. My self-identity as Achiko was becoming more firmly entrenched, although I wasn’t yet aware of that fact. * * * * * After work I went home, prepared and ate a light dinner and then sat there, wondering what to do. I decided to watch television for a while, but that got boring. So I surfed the web for a bit. Eventually even that got boring, so I decided to go for a walk. I’d already taken off my work clothes and had been wearing a robe and slippers around the apartment, so I had to dress in order to go for a walk. I found a pair of skinny jeans that were clean, and a sweater. It was a bit chilly out, so no belly shirt, or other attire that wouldn’t keep me warm, and might expose any sensitive skin. The sweater was high-necked and long-sleeved, and while not all that heavy, it was enough to keep me from getting a chill. It was dark, and there were some streets that were well-lit and others that were not. The first time I headed down a block that wasn’t as well-lit as the others, I found myself getting a little nervous and looking around at my surroundings much more than I ever had before. The presence of Achiko in my life had led me to study martial arts as a teen, but those lessons weren’t available to me at this moment and I felt very unsafe and vulnerable. I was no longer a strong man, even one who was short of stature and a potential victim to a much larger man. I was now a woman, a petite Asian woman, and my vulnerability was obvious to everyone, including me. I hurried my pace and quickly found my way back to my apartment. After a shower I felt much better, particularly after re-verifying that I’d locked all three of the locks on the sturdy front door that protected me while I was within the confines of my small but comfortable apartment. I fixed a cup of tea and found it very relaxing. After watching a little more television, I decided to go to bed. * * * * * The next morning at work was the same, although I did find myself admiring my appearance a bit more than the day before. There was a full length mirror in the dressing room, and in the ladies room and I stopped in both at least twice in the morning. Unlike the day before, I’d brought my company ‘uniform’ with me to the office that day and had put it on in the dressing room, along with the other Office Ladies. I owned several of them, and intended to leave this one in my locker to wear the next day, taking the one that had been worn several times the prior week home with me. I would stop on the way home from the train at the dry cleaners and leave it to be cleaned. I knew there was one there waiting to be picked up. Lunch was also different that day. I had packed my lunch, and had been about to leave to share it with the other Office Ladies when my phone rang. It was Senzo, the scientist-executive who had invented the DNA re-sequencing machine. He was entertaining someone and he wanted me to join him, a few other executives and their guest in the executive dining room, to pour tea while they dined on a catered lunch. Part of me wanted to question why the Office Lady who normally served him couldn’t do it, but that only entered my mind for an instant, whisked away by the fact that it would be a serious breach of etiquette for me to ask such a question of one who was my superior. So rather than heading for the break room to eat and relax for a bit, I headed upstairs to the executive dining room. Senzo, three other excutives and a gaijin businessman from the U.S. were there, seated around a table meant for much larger gatherings. The kitchen staff had taken the food from its delivery containers and put it onto plates, but after slipping an apron on over my suit, I delivered the plates to the four of them. Fortunately, all four were eating the same thing, so I wasn’t forced to ask the indelicate question of who had ordered which meal. I served them their food, poured tea, and then after they’d finished the meal, began fetching and pouring sake that the kitchen staff had warmed. It was nearly four in the afternoon, long past my own lunch break time when the meeting finally broke up. The gaijin was quite drunk, and Senzo ordered me to escort him back to his hotel in a company car. “Make him happy” he whispered into my ear as I rushed to catch up to the man who was being led at that moment by another of the executives. I dared not ask what that meant, but quickly bowed my assent and hurried to catch them as they boarded the elevator. The company car was a limousine and I sat in the back, across from the American, who introduced himself as “Jeff, from Los Angeles.” He was tall, dark-haired and clearly had not had much experience with drinking sake. He sat up for a moment and reached out to caress my knee. I got nervous and excited all at once. A big, strong man was caressing my body and a part of me wanted nothing more than to respond to his touch and experience the ecstasy that he might be capable of creating for me. Had my own memories been working for me at that moment, I would probably have been upset, since in my heart I was really a heterosexual male, but that part of me had now become completely silenced by and subservient to the heart, mind and soul of the Asian woman who ruled my mind. Not just my mind, since my body was an exact match to that mind and its mindset. He restrained himself from touching me again until we were up in his room. Senzo had said to escort him and that meant not just taking him to the hotel or into the lobby. I tried to leave, once we were inside the room, but he firmly took me in his arms and began to kiss me. I responded to the kiss, feeling his flesh respond to mine as he grew firm within his trousers. We moved to the bed and he sat down at the edge, and we continued to kiss for a minute. Then, I slid gracefully to my knees and began to unzip his trousers, to free the monster within that waited for me. I started to ease his flesh through the boxer shorts beneath his suit trousers, but as I did, he slid into unconsciousness, falling backward on the bed. I took a deep breath and reflected. I’d come within literal inches of performing a sex act on a man I’d met only hours earlier, and not only was I not disgusted, part of me was disappointed that he was no longer able to perform. I thought about trying to awaken him, but realized that was probably not possible. So, despite the excitement between my own legs, I got up, brushed myself off and returned to the waiting limousine. Senzo was waiting for me back at the office when I returned, preventing me from finally eating that long-awaited lunch. “So, Achiko, did you take good care of my friend?” “I ensured he was returned safely to his hotel room, Senzo-san, but regretfully, he fell asleep only moment after we arrived there. I ensured he was fully on the bed and then I left.” “So, nothing else happened?” “No, Senzo-san, aside from a kiss or two. I was ready to serve, but he passed out before I was able to grant him pleasure.” “Very good, Achiko. Very good. I am pleased. To reward you for your readiness to serve me and him, I will favor you with my presence this evening. You will dine with me and stay at my apartment in the city.” “You will not return home to the countryside, to your wife and children tonight, Senzo-san?” “No, Achiko. Tonight I am yours.” * * * * * I can’t tell you exactly what happened that night, because I am relating this tale to you after the fact, and my memories of that evening were intentionally left blurry by one of the people who had access to, and altered my mind during my journey to Japan. I know that we made love, but the details of that coupling are empty in my mind. I know that I prepared and served a meal that we shared, but I couldn’t tell you what we ate. The only detail that is clear is that at some point, he took me home and I spent the last few hours of the night in my own bed, in my own apartment. I never got up and went to work the next morning. One minute I was sleeping in my own bed, and the next I was being carried, firmly wrapped inside some kind of cloth from which I could see nothing. I felt a needle pierce my skin and then nothingness washed over me. When I did finally awaken, I was lying on a table, held firmly in restraints. I was naked, and felt exposed to the world. The part of the table beneath my back and head raised silently and I soon saw Kaeda and a Japanese man I didn’t recognize. He was in an expensive suit, covered partly by a lab coat. There was another table behind them like the one I was laid out on, and as Kaeda moved aside, I could see that Tommy was there, trussed as I was. The man spoke first. “I see you are finally awake. To answer your unasked questions, I am Yoshida Akio, and I am in charge of security for your employer, Mr. Smith. Or perhaps, since you are who and what you are at the moment, I should refer to you as Achiko. We learned of your friend’s misappropriation of your body and her attempt to conduct industrial espionage through means I will not disclose to you. Suffice it to say that she was caught and your own stupidity and ineptitude enabled her efforts. So you are at least partly to blame for her penetration of our security.” “Let me explain…” “Explain what, Miss Achiko? Explain that you’ve always had a fascination with what it would be like to be a pretty Japanese girl? I already know that. Explain that she used technology her firm has to enable you to become that which you could have only dreamed of before? I know that as well. What you and she don’t know is that we already had this technology. And now she, and you, will see a demonstration of it, and how much further along the lines we have advanced. I will tell you both now what my plans for you are, since once they are implemented, you will not remember this conversation.” “Please, Akio-san, please don’t. I am sorry. I just want to go home.” “And so you shall, Achiko. But not to Smith’s home in the U.S. The real Achiko will be going there, to labor for us exactly as we wanted. She will be controlled by the methods she had used to control you, and she will serve us well.” “You’re going to leave me like this?” “No. Kaeda-san will become the new Achiko, and will take advantage of her new relationship with Senzo and others at her company to feed us their secrets, while we feed them disinformation through the real Achiko in her new form as Smith.” “Then where does that leave me?” “As my new Office Lady, Kaeda. You wanted to find out what life is like as an Asian girl, now you will live out your life as one. Goodnight, Kaeda.” * * * * * And perhaps I might have remained Kaeda forever, except that one fateful night, Akio decided to use the DNA re-sequencing equipment to sleep with women other than his wife and his mistress the Office Lady Kaeda. And perhaps because he gave in foolishly to my entreaties as a large-breasted, blonde woman that he had to experience the magic of big boobs and multiple-orgasms at least once in his life. That’s when I was able to turn the tables on him, and ultimately recover my memories from him. The moment I did, I contacted Senzo and then the tables really turned, on everyone, quickly and quietly. Perhaps if Akio had informed others about his intelligence operation, we might have been caught, but thanks to his mania for secrecy, we rolled up everything and soon a new round of re-sequencing was done. The real Kaeda is now living in the U.S., working as Tommy Smith, and feeding information on her employer to Senzo. The real Akio is doing the same, although he is employed as an office lady named Kaeda, working for the new Akio. The real Achiko is currently living and working as Akio, and he says he is enjoying it immensely. As for me, I’ve become Achiko again, and I’ve managed to move into a position as a very junior level executive. I no longer have office lady responsibilities, but I am still very much living the life of an Asian woman and loving it. Akio asks me formally, once a year, if I wish to go back to being a man. And each year, I refuse, formally. I’m much too enthralled with my life to go back. And while I’ll never really know for certain if that choice was mine, or one imposed by Senzo when he altered me into my present form, it really doesn’t matter. Enthralled is enthralled after all. THE END

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JANUARY Natasha Romanova had planned for a long time to take over the abandoned building that sat empty across from the big shopping mall near her home. She’d talked at length with the real estate agent that had the listing and he had assured her that no one had expressed any interest in the property. She was biding her time, saving her money and waiting for the right moment. She would swoop in, buy the property and then set it up as her new home and workspace, all in one building. Offices downstairs, with a large conference room set up for conducting group séances. As a psychic, she wanted to live and work in a building, because much of her clientele would come in at odd hours. Now she worked from a storefront office where she spent nine hours per day, six days each week. Her clients who wanted to see her outside of those hours had to page her and then wait and see if she was able to come in. Usually she could be there in less than an hour, but not always. If she was living on the property, this would no longer be an issue. Only if she was not at home would a client have to wait for her. So when she was on her way home from having a late night dinner with a friend, she was shocked to see a “Sold” sign on the larger “For Sale” sign that was sitting on the side of the building. She pulled over and reached out with her mind to find that real estate agent to see what had happened. Rick Pritchard was sitting home, surfing the web for porn while his wife slept in the next room when he suddenly felt something gripping his head. It felt like someone had taken his skull in both hands and was slowly shaking it, trying to get it to open. The pain increased until it was a searing, burning sensation that suddenly faded. Not wanting to experience that again, he decided he’d go get undressed and get into bed with his wife. Natasha now knew what had happened. Rick had been honest with her. That would save him from being punished. But the five lawyers who had just bought the property, they would suffer. Suffer greatly, although she wasn’t sure just how. The answer would come to her in the next few days. * * * * * Two of those five lawyers were brothers and they shared an apartment on the other side of town. Unaware of what had just transpired, they were sitting together at their dining room table, looking over the plans they had obtained earlier that night from their architect. They were perfect. The building would require some renovations, but basically there were five suites for the five lawyers in the newly forming partnership. Two suites for the two paralegals they would hire, and enough space left over for reception, secretarial space and the machine room where computers and other equipment would be housed out of sight of the public. There would be no law library per se, but there were alternatives available for research purposes. Mike Lincoln was the older of the two. He was 32 years of age and had been working for the same firm since the day after he’d graduated from law school. It was also the firm that had just passed him over for partner a second and final time. Oh he could have stayed and tried one more time, but he saw the handwriting on the wall. Paula Cartwright was a senior partner, and he’d had an affair with her when he was 25 and when he ended the affair, she had sworn revenge. Now she’d gotten it. He hadn’t given notice yet, but it was all written and just needed a signature. His younger brother Rick was an associate at a much bigger firm downtown. He’d been there five years and was on the partner track. He was an outstanding litigator who’d honed his skills for two years in the DA’s office after law school, before taking this job. But he had always wanted to work with Mike and when Mike had said he was forming his own firm, Rick leapt at the chance to go with him. His resignation letter was also written. There were three other lawyers that Mike had brought together, all of whom were working and were ready to become partners in this new firm. Eldon Abrams had chosen to stay with the medium sized firm he’d been with since high school even after being passed over for a partnership, on their senior associate track. He had made decent money, but now that he was in his late 40s, he wanted a shot at a bigger share of the pie, in retirement planning. His having gone through a divorce where he’d been forced to give his ex-wife half of everything including his 401(k) was partly to blame. Patti Turner was the specialist in real estate law with litigation experience that Mike had gone up against while he was on loan to his firm’s real estate department. She had been part of the team that had beaten the partner Mike had been working with and he’d become a fan. Afterwards, he recruited her because real estate was one area of expertise the other four attorneys lacked. Since they wanted to focus on being a business litigation firm, a real estate expert was a good idea. She was coming up on 30 and was willing to give up a shot at a partnership because doing this meant that she and her husband Bernie could have a baby. In order to stay on the partnership track at her firm, they’d have had to wait four more years before she would have made it and could then have a kid. The last member of the team was Randy Wade. He had done something none of the rest had been willing to try. He’d graduated from law school and just hung out a shingle. It had been tough, but he’d managed to get by, doing PI work as well as general litigation. He had a terrific trial record, having won a settlement or a judgment in over 94% of the cases he’d filed in the years since he’d graduated. He and Mike had gone to the same law school and kept in touch in the intervening years. When Mike had mentioned he was forming a firm, Randy had expressed interest and it had just come together. * * * * * The five met on Saturday at a quiet coffee shop not far from their future office. Mike passed out agendas for the meeting after they’d all ordered drinks and snacks. They were tucked away in the back room of the place to get their privacy. Rick was dating the sister of the manager, which was how they’d arranged to get a place to meet since their building wasn’t ready yet. Once the agendas were passed out, Mike said “okay, let’s get started. I have deposited everyone’s buy-in check into the firm’s accounts and for the moment, Patti and I will be the signatories on any checks, although as called for in the terms of our agreement, expenditures in excess of $10,000 require approval of three of the five of us and expenditures in excess of $50,000 require unanimous approval. We’ll elect a managing partner on the one year anniversary of our official launch and then the other rules about expenditures will go into effect. I have the contract here for the construction of our building here, and the purchase orders for the equipment we’ll need. Based on our preliminary budget, even if we spend the full amount of the contingency money on construction and equipment, which I don’t see happening, we should still have enough money to hire our staff and operate for ninety days from our first day. That’s hiring everyone in our business plan at the budgeted rates. Questions?” Randy said “it all sounds great, but what if we’re open 90 days and we’re out of money. What do we do then?” Mike looked over at his brother. “Rick?” “I’ve emailed each of you an application to complete. It’s for a line of credit of $500,000 we’re arranging with the bank we’re working with. The loan officer I’ve talked to told me it’s a formality, we’re already pre-approved. If we have to, we’ll use the line of credit. But the expectation is we’ll be generating revenues from day one. Doesn’t everyone have at least one client they will be bringing with them?” Everyone nodded and Patti interrupted. “Look, we’re all good at what we do. We just need to get the doors open and everything will be fine. How long are the renovations going to take?” “We should be up and running on June 1s” Mike said. * * * * * LATE AUGUST It was coming up on the three month anniversary of the firm’s opening and everything was going fine. In theory a law firm can sue an associate who leaves and takes a client with them, but the practical application of that theory didn’t always work out well. Clients are fickle and if one firm tries to muscle them to stay, odds are good they’ll leave in the end anyway. The clothing retailer in the building two doors down from the law office had gone out of business recently and on a Saturday morning, Mike was heading in to catch up on a little work when he noticed someone moving into that building. He walked down to see what was happening. A woman in her late 40s or early 50s was supervising a moving crew taking boxes off of trucks and carrying them into the building. He waited until she had stopped giving directions and then walked up and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Mike, I’m one of your new neighbors. I work at the law firm right there” he said, pointing at his building. “Hi Mike. I’m Stacy. But I won’t be here all that long. We open on September 1st and we will close down on November 2nd or 3rd.” “What kind of business does that?” “A business that rents Halloween costumes. I’m searching for a permanent location but this one isn’t big enough. I just moved to town and I needed a place to operate for this year. I’ll run my business from here and keep bringing in inventory throughout the two months of my season. Then after we’re finished, I’ll find a permanent location where I can keep my inventory all year and run a scaled down year-round operation.” “Halloween costumes, eh? I’ve never been much for dressing up.” “Well, this year you should give it a try. My costumes are the best there is. Unlike most shops, I rent you almost everything you need. The basics of the outfit, the accessories, the shoes, wigs and so on. Then I also sell the things I can’t rent, like underwear since you can’t legally clean and re-use that kind of thing. When one of my clients leaves, he or she will look exactly how they want to look in my costume. Assuming it isn’t some 328 pound man trying to be a skinny French Maid of course.” “Sounds interesting. I’ll mention it to my colleagues. Nice to meet you.” * * * * * OCTOBER The signs were up on Stacy’s Costume Shop and for some reason they caught Mike’s eye as he entered the office on this morning, about two weeks before Halloween. Business was building and life was good. Perhaps one of the ways to reward everyone would be to have a Halloween contest on that day, which happened to be a Friday. Anyone going to court would not be able to take part, but the odds were good none of them would be in court that day. Five lawyers, five assistants, a receptionist, an office manager, a tech guy and two paralegals. Fifteen people, and 15 costumes would be required. Noticing that the door to Stacy’s was open, Mike headed over in that direction to find her. She was in her office, going over paperwork while her skeleton crew staff that worked in the early mornings tidied up the shelves. “Mike, good to see you. What’s going on?” “I came to ask a question. We’re a new law firm and I want to throw a Halloween party and I don’t want my people to have to put a lot of time and effort into finding costumes. So will you give me a discount pricing structure if I pay for the costumes for all 15 folks that work for me?” “Actually I would. I’d give you a 20% discount. And, I’ll work with each of you to make sure that you get the best possible costumes. Have everyone call me for an appointment. It takes about 30 minutes to measure and select a costume. If we start today we can have everyone in and out without messing up our schedule here in a couple of days. Why don’t we start with you, right now?” “Okay, I’m game. What do you think?” “I think that the best Halloween costumes are those that people would not expect you to wear. You could easily be a football player, or a horror film type but that’s normal for someone like you. I have a better idea. Something unusual that might be a bit of fun.” “What’s that?” “Ever see any of the Harry Potter films?” “Of course. Being a lawyer doesn’t mean you never see modern movies.” “Well, my idea is that you go as Hermoine Granger in her Gryffindor robes. You’d look like a schoolgirl. Dark tights mean not having to shave your legs, and the rest would be easy.” “Stacy, I have a linebacker’s body. Narrow waist, broad shoulders and big thighs. I’d look ridiculous.” “Not at all. My costumes are designed to conceal the physical flaws of the wearer. Some use new technology and others are just very well crafted. I promise, once we get you into tights, a waist cinch, a bra and the rest of the costume, you’ll be shocked at how much like the real Hermoine you look. Got the nerve to try it?” “Why not?” “Come with me.” * * * * * It was a puzzled Mike who was slipping his black tights-covered feet into the Mary Jane flats that Stacy had set on the floor before him. He tried shaking his head, but the wig of hair that was an exact copy of Emma Watson’s own hair from when she’d played the role in the films wouldn’t budge an inch from his head. Stacy had put four pins in place and from that point forward, the wig would not move. The training bra fit perfectly and there were little inserts in the cups that made it appear he had adolescent breasts underneath his sweater. Maybe that should be her sweater, as no sign of a male person was present. Even his arms and legs seemed slimmer than before, thanks to something the skirt, tights, blouse and jacket were doing to him. To her. “Look at yourself in the mirror, Hermoine.” Mike looked. He liked what he saw. His made-up face and hair made the look complete. He looked just like a high school aged girl in a Hogwarts school uniform. “We won’t use the spray because then you’d sound like her for 12 hours, but what do you think?” “I think I’m completely amazed. I think I’m going to look just like Hermoine on Halloween. I also think we can’t afford costumes this good for 15 people.” “Nonsense. $80 bucks each for the rental and another $35 for the items that can’t be returned, which in your case is the bra, the tights and the waist cinch. It’s a great deal.” “It is. We’ll take it.” The other four lawyers were among the staff who went and saw Stacy over the next couple of days, during holes in their schedules. Each had been just as amazed as Mike had when they’d seen themselves in Stacy’s mirror. Randy, who had played football in high school and tried out for the team in college, ended up in a high school girl’s cheerleader uniform. It even had the name “Randi” embroidered on the big letter G that represented the mascot of whatever high school ‘she’ cheered for. Shiny tights made ‘her’ legs look smooth and tanned. Sandy had completed the look with a big floppy hair bow that she fastened into the wig. It looked just like the bows Randy had seen girls wearing in a TV cheerleading competition and he loved it. Rick was next, and after having heard how good the costumes were, he’d almost given in to Stacy’s suggestion that he dress as one of the dancers from the strip club he liked to frequent. But he’d been unwilling to expose that much of his flesh. However, Stacy had managed to convince him to wear the uniform of a cocktail waitress at that establishment. The waitresses there wore tight, short knit dresses and pumps with very high heels and a little platform under the toe. “I’ll have trouble walking in these shoes, Stacy” Rick had complained. “Nonsense, a few hours of practice and you’ll be strutting like any of those girls slinging those way overpriced drinks. In fact, be careful the managers don’t see you in your costume. You might end up being a cocktail server rather than a customer.” Patti was the next one to go over to Stacy’s and Stacy had hemmed and hawed before finally suggesting a costume for her. She put Patti into a man’s business suit with shirt and tie, a pair of Italian loafers on her feet and a short-hair wig covering up her own long tresses. “You’re going as a lawyer, but a male lawyer. The guy in charge. How does it look?” “Looks fine to me.” Eldon was the last one to visit Stacy’s shop and he’d tried to beg off, saying he didn’t want to wear a costume. But she’d managed to convince him to at least try on the one she was suggesting. Eldon would be going to the Halloween party as a Geisha girl, with a perfect black wig that fell to his waist, but would be worn perfectly piled atop his head. The makeup gave him the stark white complexion of the proper Geisha and Stacy promised to re-shape his eyebrows the night before to give him the proper slant-eyed appearance. The staff all had costumes and Halloween promised to be a very fun day. The schedules had worked out so that none of the lawyers would need to go to court, all would be in costume, all day long. There were going to be a few clients to see, but the last would be gone by 1 p.m. and then the booze would come out and the real party would begin. OCTOBER 31ST Mike was sitting on the sofa in his office, his client Ralph Zimmerman sitting in a chair across from him. “I can’t get over you in that costume, Mike, you look so much like that actress it’s almost scary. I think you’re going to have to dress a little differently for our next court appearance though.” “I promise, if I still look like this, I’ll borrow one of Patti’s suits and a pair of pumps, so I’ll look like a lady lawyer. Fair enough?” “Works for me.” They shook hands, the meeting having been completed. Mike walked Ralph out, gave him a drink and then a few minutes later, he departed. That’s when the party got wild. The booze flowed faster and faster. The last thing Mike remembered was dancing with Patti and then it all went black. * * * * * The bright light of Saturday morning’s rising sun shining through the windows caused the five attorneys sitting in the conference room to begin to stir. All were hung over and still in costume. Only now, the costumes looked a little more realistic. Mike was first to wake up and he felt the need to throw up. So he ran to the ladies room and managed to get to a commode where he emptied his stomach in several heaves. After that he washed his face and then realized that his bladder was ready to burst. He pulled down his tights and panties, and lifted up his skirt to pee while standing, but the urine sprayed all over everywhere. He reached down to aim his errant penis and found nothing there to put his hand around. The flow of urine stopped and before daring to touch his skin, he grabbed some toilet paper and wiped the area of his groin dry. Then he probed and found that he was now able to insert his fingers inside of himself. Her fingers inside of herself. He had a vagina. She then tore off the sweater and blouse, struggling to get the bra off. Once it was on the floor next to the rest of her clothes she looked down and saw there were no bra inserts anywhere. Just youthful, budding adolescent breasts. The mirror revealed the face of not Emma Watson, but an ordinary high school girl who’d dressed herself up as the movie star’s seminal character. She did what any red-blooded American man who awakened to find himself now female would do. She screamed. Loudly and for an extended period. The other lawyers got up and ran into the ladies room. They looked at Mike standing there and it was Rick who said it. “Who are you, girl?” The feminine tone of his own voice took him aback. “I’m your brother Mike. At least I was, just as you were my brother until you turned into a bimbo.” “I’m not a bimbo”. “Dudette, you look like any of those waitresses at that strip joint you drag me to when you can get me there. Last night it might have been a costume, but right now you really, really look the part and I bet you’re going to find the same vagina and breasts inside of your costume.” “We’ll just see about that.” She whipped off her skirt and blouse and stripped the bra away from her impressive 38D cup boobs, and then she started crying. “What happened to us?” “I can explain that.” Everyone turned around and saw Stacy, the woman who had helped them with their costumes. “My name isn’t really Stacy. I’m Natasha Romanova and this was going to be my building. My new home where I could run my business and live comfortably. There would have been enough room to house my aging parents, and it was just perfect. The realtor told me no one was interested in it and suddenly before I could buy it, you swooped in and took it away from me. So I have taken something precious from you. But you can have it back. Just sign over the building to me and pay to remodel it as I desire and I will undo the effects of those costumes.” “No way lady. It took most of our working capital to get to this point.” “Fine, ladies and gentleman. Maybe living in your new lives a few days will alter your willingness to comply with my requests. You’ll find that your identity documents match your new appearance, and otherwise your lives are unchanged. Oh, with one little thing I tossed in to make your new lives easier. You’ll find that you have all of the skills and knowledge about your new selves that you would have had had you been born this way. All four of you ladies know how to put on a bra and pantyhose, apply make-up, insert a tampon and so on. But otherwise, you are as you were.” It was Eldon who objected first. “I’m not an Asian.” “Oh, but for the moment you are. And you weren’t the only one whose name I had to arrange to have altered. You’re now Yumiko.” “What about my girlfriend?” “You’re still living together, but as platonic roommates.” “I don’t understand. If you have all this power, why didn’t you just give yourself the building.” “I can’t use my power to directly benefit myself. I can persuade others to do things to benefit me though. I didn’t make up the rules. I just have to live by them. So I can’t force you to do what I want, but I can certainly try to convince you to see things my way. You voluntarily donned the costumes. I didn’t make you. Therefore, you accepted the magic they contained. Now if there’s nothing else…” She waited for a moment and then left. Mike said “let’s go to the conference room and sit down and figure out what we’re going to do.” The five partners went into the conference room and sat down. No one spoke for what seemed like an eternity. Then, finally, it was Randy who proffered an idea. “Look, we don’t have the money to bail out of this building, retrofit it to her specifications and then start over again elsewhere. We cut our ties to our old firms, so there’s no going back in that direction either. So we’re stuck like this. But maybe not forever.” Patti stood up and said “even today is going to be too long to be a man. I didn’t grow up to be a successful woman in spite of it all to end up going over to the dark side.” “We’re not the dark side, Patti” Randy responded. “But here me out. I’m guessing that our clients know and accept us in these altered appearances. Just suppose we put up with it, and go on working for the next couple of weeks, months, whatever. We chase down every piece of business we can and build up our cash as quickly as possible. It might be a few weeks or a few months, but we can replace the capital we came up with to get started. So we start over again. As our real selves.” “You’re proposing we just go home, spend the rest of the weekend getting used to this and come in here on Monday morning, ready to work? The four of us in skirts and heels and Patti…excuse me, Patrick, in a suit and tie?” Mike sat there for a moment pondering his own words. “Randy is right. Or is that Randi with an “I” now? In any event she’s correct. That’s what we should do. We work hard, we work smart and as soon as we have enough cash in hand to start over in a new building, we find it, get it ready and then move out of here and into there. As soon as she’s in here, I’m sure she’ll change us back.” There was more discussion but no one had a better alternative to Randy’s plan. Eventually, they agreed that this was the right course of action and they all went home to prepare for Monday. * * * * * Monday morning seemed like a normal morning at the firm of Lincoln, Lincoln, Abrams, Turner and Wade to everyone else who worked there. But for the five partners, arriving at work was very, very different. Rather than four men and one woman arriving, four women and one man showed up for work. Three of the women were wearing skirted suits. Yumiko, Michele and Randi all had on skirts and heels. But Lisa (Rick) had insisted on wearing a pantsuit and flats. It didn’t help much. Even with the tie she’d insisted on adding to her blouse, she still looked very, very female. Patrick’s Brooks Brothers suit and tie were perfect, for a male lawyer. All five had busy days ahead. Patrick and Randi had court appearances. Worse yet, they knew that something was very wrong, but no one in the office said anything or acted any differently. As far as the secretaries, paralegals and the other employees were concerned, they’d always worked for four women and one man. Before the two who had court dates left, they had a quick conference call and agreed to meet in the conference room that night at 8 p.m. It was a tired group of attorneys who filed into the conference room just before 8 that evening. Michelle was last and she was carrying some print-outs. “Here you go girls, and guy. Projections of our firm revenue for the next 30, 90 and 180 days. I had our accountants prepare them. As you can see, it will be at least six months before we can accumulate even half of the revenues we’ll need in order to bail out of this deal. Can you do this for six months? One at a time. Randi?” “If I have to. I didn’t like having to walk around in heels and a skirt all day. But I have to admit something I found surprising. The jury and the judge responded differently to me today. It was easier to connect with some of them, especially the men. I caught them looking at my legs and they smiled. I wouldn’t want to stay this way, but there are going to be some advantages.” “Yumiko?” “I don’t know. It’s bad enough being a girl. But being a tiny little girl and feeling so vulnerable really sucks. I’m living with the woman I am in love with and she treats me like a sister. I don’t even want to think about what she said last night when she was going out to do some shopping.” “What was that?” “She reminded me that it was almost that time of the month and she wanted to know if she should get me some napkins while she was getting some for herself. Apparently women who live together synchronize their periods when enough time passes.” Patrick said “that’s true. My college roommate and I weren’t on the same schedule at first, but eventually we synched up. All four of you are going to meet and learn to live with Auntie Flo. And you aren’t going to like it. That’s the one thing that makes this palatable for me, knowing I won’t have a period for however long it takes to get back to normal.” “Maybe you’d rather stay this way, Patrick?” “I’m a lot tougher than any of you. I could do it if I had to. The minute I got it that we were stuck until we find a way to make that bitch happy was the minute I decided to just do what needs to be done.” “So we’ve heard from Randi, Yumiko, Patrick and me. What about you, Lisa?” “I could shoot myself but that wouldn’t be an answer. I wore a pantsuit today to try to hold on to some shred of my manhood, but it didn’t help. Sylvia complimented me on my perfume. I don’t remember putting any on this morning, but apparently I did. Betty reminded me that I’d better wear a skirt on Thursday because I have a court appearance and Judge Tyler hates women lawyers who wear pants to court.” “Sounds like we’re in for a rough time. Anyone got any bright ideas?” “Yes, actually I do.” Everyone turned and looked over at Yumiko. “Did anyone else have a minute to listen to or read the news today? Bill Carson was indicted today for multiple counts of perjury, voting fraud and other charges. He fired the firm that represented him during the grand jury proceedings. If we could get him as a client, we could ask for a million dollar retainer upfront and that would solve our problem. We’d have the cash to fix this within a week or two, could find a new building and get moving toward getting back to normal.” All eyes turned to Michelle. She was the best they had in this area. “Alright. I’ll try to get an appointment with Carson tomorrow. I know, or at least I used to know one of his legislative assistants. I hope he remembers me. We’ll see what happens.” * * * * * Michelle had dug through what turned out to be a surprisingly large collection of suits with skirts in her closet, before choosing the one she was wearing now. It happened to be the one with the shortest skirt. She’d also chosen a pair of 4.5 inch heels, the tallest pair in her closet that was suitable for a work appointment, although she’d cast a curious eye at a pair of 7 inch platform pumps, wondering if she’d ever find herself wearing those. She’d taken extra time applying her make-up. She’d called her acquaintance the night before and had been ready for the call at 8 in the morning, informing her that Bill Carson would see her at 10 in his downtown office. She’d made sure to be early and had been waiting in reception for 20 minutes before the assistant finally came to collect her. “Ms Lincoln, Mr. Carson will see you now.” She was led through an inner office suite and down a hallway to the end office. The sign on the door read “Bill Carson – Member of the Assembly”. The assistant knocked on the door and opened it without entering. “Go right in.” Michelle walked in and Bill Carson came from around his desk. “So you’re Michelle Lincoln. I’ve heard great things about you from Roger Morgan. How do you know him?” Michelle certainly couldn’t mention that she’d originally gotten to know Roger when they were dating the same girl in college. “We met in school through someone we both knew and we got to be close. He’s a great guy. When I heard about your little problem, I thought my firm might be in a position to help.” “Just how do you think you can help? You’re a five lawyer firm that’s less than six months old. I just fired the biggest law firm in town. Are you here to recommend some other big firm?” “No. I’m here to try to get you to let me take your case. My partners are all topflight attorneys and I’ve worked on cases like yours before. Both voting fraud and perjury case and all of the clients I’ve been involved in representing were acquitted, or the charges were dropped. I’m very good, Mr. Carson and you know it or I wouldn’t be here.” “True. I checked you out. You would have made partner if you hadn’t gotten involved with a senior partner. But what can you do that any other big firm can’t do?” “I can commit 100% of my time and resources to your case. I have a clear calendar at the moment, or I will if you hire me and my firm to represent you. I’ll farm my three other current cases out to my partners and focus on you full-time. From the moment you sign a representation agreement until the moment you’re a free, exonerated man.” “I’m going to be honest with you, Michelle. I can call you Michelle, can’t I?” “Of course, Mister Carson.” “Please, call me Bill. The truth is, I don’t know if I can win this case or not. The evidence against me is strong. I’m not going to ask you to do anything unethical or wrong to help me. And I won’t involve you in anything that might or might not go on in the background to help me avoid a conviction. But I don’t expect to win this case on the merits in court. The evidence against me is strong.” “So you’re going to hire me?” “I am. But I’m not going to give you any $1 million retainer as you mentioned to Roger. I’ll give you $250,000. When I’ve exhausted that in billable hours, which shouldn’t be soon, let me know and I’ll give you another quarter-million. That’s the deal, take it or leave it.” “Five hundred thousand. Up front. Otherwise, I won’t waste anymore of your time.” “Spunky. I like spunky when it’s a cute girl in a short skirt. Agreed. Send me a representation agreement and I’ll sign it and get you a check by end of the day. As you know, the money isn’t the issue. I’m loaded.” “I happen to have that representation agreement with me. And being as loaded as you are, you should have no trouble giving me the signed agreement and check before I leave.” “On one condition.” “What’s that?” “You have a drink with me tonight after office hours. To discuss business strategy. And get out of the work clothes, wear a nice dress. I’ll send a limo to your place to pick you up.” * * * * * “We’re halfway home” Michelle told her partners in the conference room that afternoon as they all nibbled on Chinese food that they’d ordered in. No one had court today as the trials Randi and Patrick were in had the day off. “Only half-way?” “It’s enough. We can tap the line of credit for the rest. I’ve called a realtor and Lisa and Yumiko can go out and look at locations this afternoon and evening. We need to find a new place as quickly as possible and get it ready for our move. Once we’re moved, we find out how the bitch wants this place redone, get it done and presto-chango, we’re back to normal.” It was a few hours later that Michelle got the call that let her know that the limousine would be picking her up at her place at six. Realizing that it was already four, she rushed home and jumped into the shower. She noticed that the old-style nozzle shower head had been replaced by one that could be removed and used on any part of the body. Michelle decided she’d shave her legs and after she was finished with that task, she took the head off of its mount to rinse those legs. As she pointed it down and moved around to get all of the soapy water off of her, she accidentally pointed the showerhead at her groin. And it felt good. Very good. She found herself twisting the showerhead to make the stream of water turn into two firmly pulsating jet blasts. The pulsating water made her pleasure meter soar higher and higher, before she finally erupted in her very first female orgasm. Orgasms. One after another as she refused to pull the pulsating water jets away from her crotch. Only the knowledge that she had to get dressed for her drink with Bill Carson finally got her to put the shower head back where it belonged. After she’d finished drying off and re-applied her makeup, Michelle took the dress she’d laid out on the bed and pulled it on. It was a tight, clingy knit dress that had a low neckline, no sleeves and a skirt that came barely to mid-thigh. She pulled on the same heels from the work day and after adding some jewels, headed to the living room. She’d heard the beeping horn of the limosine. The driver got out and came around to open the door for her. She sat down sideways, legs out and then slid her legs into the limousine, as though she’d been getting in and out of cars in short skirts her whole life. For an instant she thought she heard a giggle nearby, but after looking around she realized she was alone with the limo driver. * * * * * The lounge where she ended up was at a very quiet hotel on the edge of town. Bill was there, sitting in a back booth with a scotch in front of him, talking on his cell. He hung up when Michelle walked in. “May I join you?” “By all means. That’s why we’re here.” “Why are we here? This is strictly a business deal.” “Is it? Roger told me you like men. You’re a hot number. You stick with me and you could really go places.” “Like upstairs?” “That’s the general idea.” “I’ll send your money back to you tomorrow.” “Whoa, whoa girl. Wait a minute. You don’t have to sleep with me to get or keep the job. You checked out as a really good lawyer. But Roger told me you liked guys. So I figured I’d take a shot.” “After you cleared it with your wife, no doubt.” “She and I have an understanding.” “You screw around and she acts all understanding?” “No. She sleeps with the men she wants to sleep with and I sleep with the women I want to sleep with. If she feels like a woman instead of a man, she does it. We don’t sleep with each other any longer, so there’s no risk of disease. Now have a drink and relax.” The problem with having one drink is that it’s never just one. One leads to two. Two leads to three. And so on and so on. Worse yet, when you’ve grown up in the body of a big guy and now you’re living in the body of a smaller, lighter woman, you don’t have a good grasp on how much alcohol your body can handle. Michelle thought a few drinks wouldn’t be a problem, especially since she was going to be riding home in a limousine. But she lost control after the fifth drink and before she knew it, she was accompanying Bill Carson in the elevator up to the room he’d arranged. * * * * * The limo did take Michelle home. The following morning. Michelle had that expression that some would describe as “freshly f***ed”. She was tired, hung-over and worse yet she had to shower and dress for the office. Yumiko didn’t show up for work that morning. Calls to her cell and home phone went un-returned. Patrick was in court, as was Randi. Lisa was at a meeting. So Michelle was all alone in her office when Natasha showed up, all of the other partners nowhere to be found. “Hello Michelle.” “What can I do for you, Natasha? My partners have been looking for another building we can move to, and as soon as we find it, we’ll be renovating it and moving. Then we’ll fix this place up and you’ll have what you want.” “I know. I’ve been watching you. I can watch you, all of you, as long as you are under the influence of my magic. Wherever, whenever, I get to see what you’re doing. I was the one giggling that you heard last night when you were getting into the limo.” “So where is Yumiko?” “I’ll tell you after we’re fininshed. I wanted to ask you something. How did it feel to have a man inside of you? Be honest with me and I might help you get back to normal sooner.” “Truth? It felt good. Just like it felt good when I played with myself in the shower. Why does that matter? I’m not staying female when this is over.” “You can if you want to. Think about it. Those multiple orgasms anytime you want, the way you felt in that dress, when that driver was undressing you with his eyes. All that can be yours forever if you want it.” “No thanks. I’m going back to being Mike Lincoln.” “Alright. Yumiko felt an overwhelming compulsion this morning to go shopping for clothes and to get her nails done. I may add things like that to the rest of you from time to time, so you don’t get comfortable in your new lives. The added pressure may help you give me my building more quickly. * * * * * The long red nails adorning Yumiko’s hands were wrapped around a pair of platform wedges that were on sale and that she just had to have. The last pair of size 5s, her new foot size were in her hands as she kicked off her pumps and tried them on. They were perfect. Two inch platforms underneath her toes rising up to a six inch heel at the back. It made her five four three inch body look almost five foot nine. She had two full bags of clothes and shoes already to which she added these platforms before heading to her car. She was putting her bags into the trunk when the man grabbed her from behind. She tried to scream, but he already had his hand over her mouth. She tried to bite him but he was experienced at this, and was cupping her mouth in his hand. Suddenly the arms and hands that were holding her sagged away and as she turned, the man slumped to the ground, unconscious. Standing behind him was a man holding a club. “I hope I didn’t hurt him too bad, but I was afraid if I used my Taser, you’d be shocked too. So I just knocked him out.” Yumiko bent down and discovered that her assailant was still breathing. “He looks okay. Thank God you were there.” “Well, you need to be more careful. Guys love to attack little women like you.” * * * * * FIVE MONTHS LATER The new building was finished and the law firm had moved in. The renovations that Natasha Romanova had demanded were also finished. The five partners had paid extra to get the work done in only sixty days, which was how long it had been since they’d moved into their new digs. The Bill Carson case was proceeding apace, with a preliminary hearing having been delayed at the request of the prosecution, which Michelle had decided not to oppose. She had been tempted to demand the hearing take place within the statutory period, but figured that the prosecution would just drop the charges and re-file later when they were more prepared. It meant that the case might well take 18 months to two years to reach trial, but it didn’t matter. The retainer had been paid, the money used to get them out of that building and today was the day they would meet with Natasha in the conference room of their new office. Yumiko had been forced to fly back for this meeting. She’d taken a leave of absence three weeks earlier, saying she had to deal with a family crisis. She was the first to arrive, still wearing the jeans and sweater she’d worn on the plane, although as usual she was wearing very high heels. She’d grown accustomed to this and it helped her to feel taller and therefore less vulnerable. She’d also insisted on taking self-defense courses since that attack in the garage. Patrick was next. He was in a good mood, having just gotten a client a win in court. His dark grey business suit contrasted with the bright blue tie he was wearing. He’d taken to wearing more brightly colored ties and the women he interacted with had been complimenting him on his taste. He was also finding time to get to the gym and lift weight and as a result was slowly bulking up his physique. Lisa came tottering in on her pumps, wearing a dark green suit with a knee-length skirt. She’d been in a meeting with a potential client and was hoping the client would call back the next day with good news. She was hoping the meeting would be short. She had a date with a male lawyer she’d met at a mixer. He was tall, good-looking and she had enjoyed their first two dates immensely. Randi was right behind her, also in a skirted suit although hers was actually a bit longer than Lisa’s, falling below her knees. She was also wearing sensible-height heels and looked like she’d been taken from doing something she was focused on. She’d been working on a case and would have preferred to skip the meeting. Michelle was the last one to enter. She had on a bright red evening gown and six inch heels. There was a long slit up the side of the floor length gown, showing off her long leg. “Sorry I’m late, I had to change, as I have something going right after this.” “So do I, sister, but I didn’t stop to change. I wanted to get here in case Natasha came early.” “I’m here now” came the voice from just inside the door. Natasha closed the door behind her and continued “sit, ladies and gentleman. I won’t take too much of your time. I know that you all have things to do. I’ve toured my new building and signed the papers. It’s just the way I wanted it and I’m pleased. So pleased in fact, I’ve change my mind about something.” “What is that?” “I was going to leave all five of you this way. After all, I’ve got what I wanted. You’re all doing well, very well in your new identities. Why should I expend the energy needed to return things to normal? But, because you’ve worked so hard to earn the right to go back, I’ve reconsidered that decision. For some of you. For others, I’m thinking you might not want to go back. Let’s go around the room. Yumiko, you first.” “My father and mother are in trouble and my sister has convinced me to move home to help take care of them. I’m a better caretaker this way, so I’d like to remain this way.” “For the rest of your life?” Perhaps if she hadn’t been so thoroughly inculcated into the Asian ethos of honoring and obeying one’s mother and father in her altered memories, Yumiko might have been able to resist the compulsion to be a dutiful daughter. But in this mindset, with months having passed for those memories to take hold, she couldn’t possibly do anything her parents didn’t want her to do. They wanted her living near them, taking care of them and with her law degree, she could easily get a job there. “Yes. Forever.” “Very well. Done. Randi?” “I want to go back. This has been interesting and educational, but I’m not cut out for a life as a woman.” “Very well. Done. Patrick?” “I’m staying this way. I was a great woman but I’m an even greater man. I like women now and I like how they make me feel.” “Very well. Done. Lisa?” “I’m staying this way. I had no idea what sex was like as a woman. I’ll trade multiple orgasms for my manhood any day of the week and three or four times on Sunday.” “Very well. Done. Finally, Michelle?” “I want to go back.” “Interesting. Why are you dressed like that, as if I didn’t know?” “Because I’m going to an event with Bill Carson. He wants me to be there to meet some people.” “People who might be involved in his future, and his trial?” “Yes.” “Sorry darling, you’re not going back. Not yet anyway.” “Why not?” “Because you promised to defend Bill Carson in his trial. And so you will keep that promise.” “I will. As Mike Lincoln.” “No darling. Michelle Lincoln made that promise and Michelle Lincoln will be keeping it. After the trial, find me and if you still want to go back you can.” “But that might be two or three years from now.” “You’ve got three law partners to help you with the case, and who will offer you a shoulder to cry on when you have bad moments as a girl. Be glad I’m giving you an out after the trial. You were the one who forced me to miss six months in my building, you were the one I was most convinced should stay this way.” ONE YEAR LATER The wedding was one of the biggest weddings in town. Lisa Lincoln, successful lawyer was marrying Wesley Hardman, a name partner in a downtown firm. She had three bridesmaids, Yumiko who had to fly in for the ceremony, and two of the women who worked in the office. Michelle was the maid of honor. Patrick and Randy were ushers for the groom. At the reception, the single women lined up to catch the bouquet. Tradition says that the woman who catches it is the next to be married. Michelle tried to avoid it, but it went into her hands like it had been aimed in that direction. There was an almost inaudible giggle from the corner of the room. Natasha Romanova smiled to herself, since now that Michelle had caught the bouquet, she would have to get married to keep tradition alive. Married to a man, as a woman. 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I went on vacation to Mexico and needed someone to water my plants while I was gone. You said that you would be happy to do this for me so, I left you with the keys to my place. What you didn't know is that I had set up small cameras around my condo as an extra security measure. I was watching everything from my phone... For the first day, you came in and spritz my plants; I wasn't concerned about anything suspicious going on. But the next day, I noticed some unusual behavior from you. I noticed you snooping through my things. I saw your face light up as you stood before my entire wardrobe. You looked as if your dream had come true. You thought you were being so careful, and clever and didn't think that you could be caught in such incriminating circumstances. You slipped off your shoes and unbuckled your pants; they dropped to the floor. You kicked them to the side in disgust. Next you unbottoned your shirt and dropped them in the same pile with your pants and shoes. Lastly you removed your socks and underwear. You were free--naked and ready to play! The doors of my closet were open and you found a pair of sexy 4 inch Louboutin pumps. Your mouth watered... You carefully picked them up and sat them next to my vanity chair. Next you slid open my lingerie drawer and pulled out my black thigh highs with the inseams in the back, my satin red panties with black lace trim and matching garter belt. You began to dress yourself in my undergarments; admiring yourself in the mirror as you put each thing on, one by one. You sat in my vanity chair and slipped your feet into my Louboutin's. Surprisingly enough, they were a perfect fit. You clapped your hands in delight and proceeded to go through my make-up. "Urban Decay, M.A.C., Estee Lauder", you said outloud and fingered through the different lipsticks, shadows, and blush. As you picked up one of my lipsticks and slid it across your lips, you started to feel a tingle in between your legs. Next you felt emptiness--like something was missing. You looked down in hopes of seeing your usual package, but you noticed it wasn't there. So, you took you hand and nervously tapped your private area. "OMG, it's gone!" Surprisingly, you weren't upset. You were actually excited that you finally had a vagina. You pulled open the panties you stole, looked down, and saw a pretty xxx. You were shocked to see a landing strip. You felt around: two plump lips, a xxx and a moist warm vagina. Too confused to notice anything else, you missed the fact that you were starting to grow breasts. Nice full breasts with perfect nipples. You reached up and touched them as well in astonishment! Almost instinctively, you reached for the top drawer and pulled out the matching bra. You fumbled at first trying to hook the clasps but you soon figured out how to maneuver the straps. As you looked down admiring your new breasts, you noticed that you no longer had hair under your arms, nor your face, nor your chest, nor your legs, knuckles, ears...you skin was silky smooth. You took some of my Curel lotion and rubbed it on to make it softer. The hair on your head lengthened. Your lashes lengthened. You were brushing your hair like a pro. As you were primping at my vanity, I decided to get your attention. "Brian!", I said. "Why are you playing in my things?" Your face turned into stone. You couldn't believe that you were hearing my voice. You dropped my bronzer and looked around. "I can see you Brian. I've been watching you this whole time." I continued. "I placed cameras in my place as an extra pair of eyes. Looks like you were waiting for your chance to play in my make-up and lingerie." I said. "Just so you know, you're stuck in your new body. There's no turning back now." I said. You looked so confused but a little intrigued at the same time. You opened your mouth to speak and out came a beautiful soothing female's voice. You had no Adam's apple. You nervously covered your mouth and continued to look around because you couldn't see me. "Brian, you used a very special lipstick. If you can remember that tingling sensation, that was beginning of the end or your manhood." I said. I continued, "you will forever be in this new amazing body! I hope you're super excited. See you when I get back girl!" End

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