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This story is intended for the entertainment of adults only. Copyright (C) 1998 by Maryann. All rights reserved. Permission Is hereby granted for non-commercial use of this complete and unaltered text. Electronic storage of unaltered copies for personal use is also permitted. Any other use of this text is a violation of copyright. No hardcopies may be made without written permission from the author. Corporate Trophy Wife By: Maryann Jon Peterson had life by the balls! He possessed young, virile looks that were genetically lavished upon his 28- year-old male body. He had also gotten very far by cutthroat maneuvers in his brief entry-level job. He was actually being considered for a junior partnership! Life was good! Take for instance, Joy Adams. Joy was a stunning secretary in the accounting department that had shown an interest in him. "Hell", he thought, "All of the women were showing an extreme fascination with him". It was very good for his ego. Now she was alone with him. Joy had wasted no time in the masterful act of seduction on him. She had spotted him like a leopard stalks it's prey. Joy's body was ultimate feminine flawlessness. Natural curly long blond hair hung down to the back of her neck and accented her classic face. Beautiful big blue eyes and full rich lips. Not a man alive seeing those lips could resist the fantasy of what they could do to certain body parts! Her large tits and small waist created dick-hardening agony as she naturally moved in the tight, short skirt that she preferred. And here she was, in his apartment, nibbling on his earlobe while rhythmically creating figure eight patterns through the material covering his crotch. The buttons on her blouse were half undone by now and he knew it would not be long before she had sexily discarded each garment in her slow sensual dance of foreplay. She had the amazing ability to touch, kiss and whisper at the same time. He was hot and getting hotter! Jon laughed at himself as he thought of the old phrase, "she certainly is a Joy to behold!" Jon would soon be holding those fabulous jugs and screwing the daylights out of her! She would be one of a long line of perfect 'strumpets' sleeping in his bed that night. Most of the single women of the firm had angled their way into his sexual life. It was if they were trying to find the correct hand size to fit the velvet glove! He suddenly wondered how he had been lucky enough to find his way to this company? He had graduated from an Ivy League college and was actively recruited by many law firms from Florida to New York. He preferred the city atmosphere and settled in Manhattan. Jon had reviewed many firms and decided on a very successful but quirky practice. This firm was growing in real estate, law, biometrics and transatlantic shipping. Money seemed to flow like champagne from a never-ending cup in this company. Every established partner drove the best cars and lived in the finest homes. But the commodity that attracted Jon the most was profusion of the women! "Ah, the women!" he thought in thinly disguised lust. Every secretary and female worker looked like they had been selected from the best modeling agency. It was actually eerie to see so much sex in one place. He detected an uncommon sense of loyalty among the clerical workers. They all stuck together and whispered about the "advancement process!" The other odd aspect about this agency was the apparent fact of male-only senior partners. In this day and age, it was a throw back to the male dominated chauvinistic attitudes of long ago. Jon did not care since he had established his personal attitude of male superiority. Jon had eagerly agreed to attend the semi-annual company ball. It was a social function sponsored by the company to investigate the composure and proper business etiquette of the up and coming junior partners. The women of the company loved the fact that they could dress up, flirt and consume free food and liquor. The company had a tendency to pay low wages but rewarded the employees with these events. It was a place to be seen and find out the latest gossip. Jon knew that this event was a 'right of passage' to the sacred executive privileges that the senior partners enjoyed. All of the partners would be there with their wives. The wives were in a class by themselves. All of them were cut from the same mold. They acted extremely feminine and dressed in the most expensive clothing and jewelry. By any standard, they were stunningly beautiful. They clung to their powerful husbands and strangely waited for approval before doing anything. It was a wonderful juxtaposition of pretended independence overshadowed by alluring submission. Jon could just image their lives of privileged limousine rides to the opera and pampered attention by an endless parade of servants and hired beauticians. He wondered what their life must be really like? He did not notice that a certain wife of one of the partners kept staring at him as in a saddened glance. Jon was interrupted in his daydream by the president of the firm walking up to him and inviting him out on the balcony for a cigar in the cold night air. Rich Bronson was the current CEO and legend in his own time. He had come from nowhere and took this company by the reigns and made it the one of the wealthiest corporations in the city. Rumor had it that Rich was in a dreary supervisory position and going downhill in his career. There was even a suggestion of a sexual harassment suit from one of the secretaries. That all suddenly changed one day and he now possessed the drive and ambition admired by all the other partners. "Jon?" Rich inquired as if he could not be positive that he was speaking to the right person. "Yes Sir" Jon replied sensing that something very important was about to be discussed. "Hmm", Rich replied as if searching for his words. "Do you know that we have been studying you and feel like you might be promoted into the advancement process?" "Yes, we feel as if you might be the perfect candidate in our selection operation. It is not often that one like yourself has the right combination of natural good looks and brains to help our company". Jon mentally wondered why his physical appearance had anything to do with creating profits to this company. But, he would let the president go on. Besides, he was the boss, and he was usually right. "We feel that you absolutely have the right stuff to make it into our 'Team' and could be a wonderful asset for our organization" Rich said with intense interest. "The only problem is stability. We find that our management group works better with each other if they were all married. It prevents distractions from all these beauties that we seem to hire." "Oh great?" thought Jon. "Now I have to get married in order to get promoted? I am dead! And I'll have to give up all this free pussy to get a management job?" "But don't fret." Replied Rich. "Many have been in your shoes and successfully worked out the transition into management." "We have developed a plan that has never failed us before" Rich said in confident but menacing tone. Jon quickly picked up on the body language and intent. " I would be glad to assist in any ideas that would benefit my career for the company's success" Jon half- heartedly stated. Jon reported to work the next day and visibly noticed that the workroom was much louder than he ever remembered. All of the women were in a happy mood and whispering among themselves with lots of smiles. They kept glancing lustfully in Jon's direction. The few men in the room were oblivious to the changes. "What's up?" Jon asked one of his male workers. "It's always like this after one of the social events that we are pressured to attend. All the women really get excited after one of those parties" replied the co-worker. Just then, the mail courier suddenly interrupted Jon. He stated that Jon was to report to the Biometrics lab at 10am. The president was to meet him there also. Jon had not been to this section of the company before. It was one of the few places that was controlled by security. It was rumored to do research for the government and was off limits to all normal personnel. "Please state your name and put your eye up to the retinal scanner please". Retorted a large security man carrying an actual gun! Jon placed his eye socket into the metal cup and heard a pleasant "ping" sound go off and a green light appear over the device. "You are free to enter through that locked door on your right" replied the hulking guard. Jon got up and walked through the door and into a small dimly lighted alcove. The room had soft comfortable chairs, a good intercom system that could communicate all the sounds from the adjacent room. Both rooms were connected with a large one way glass mirror. Jon could see laboratory electronic equipment in the next room. He knew the occupants could not see into the room that he now was in. Strangely, Jon noticed that most of the medical staff was examining and taking blood pressure measurements on a woman he knew intimately. It was Joy Adams! "What is She doing here?" Jon shouted to his inner mind. Before he could think anymore about it, Rich Bronson walked into the soft quiet room and sat next to Jon. "Ah, glad to see you my Boy" Rich said in a happy jovial mood. " Do not be alarmed. We do not plan to hurt Joy whatsoever!" Rich said. " We actually have great plans for you and her. We know that you have had sexual relations with her and got along quite nicely" Jon was pissed that the president of the company knew in great detail about his personal life with the employees of this company. He was now thinking that the axe was about to fall, but the president was in a wonderful mood? "Remember that I told you that we would have a solution to your problem?" The CEO replied. " If you are to be management material, we cannot have you prancing about this company like a rooster among the hen house. I certainly mean that your body is your body and you can do with it, as you like. But, we must take the aura of availability away from the other women at work so that they will not distract you from your job." Jon was interested as to where this conversation was going? "We have convinced Joy that you are truly interested in her and she is willing to help you advance in your career." Rich said as a smile slightly curled up from his lower lip. "She has been convinced that this electronic set up will communicate her surface thoughts and patterns to you so that you can understand her better. " " This device was the milestone in this division. The Biometrics lab was set up to analyze and study the complete physical and mental processes of the human body. An early female researcher discovered new electrical waves emanating from every living mammal in the world. It was discarded for years until we found out that those waves could be harnessed and reformed into new patterns." " If you agree, we will just hook up the two of you. Joy will believe that she will only be getting weak surface thought patterns from you." Rich said as he prepared himself for the next bombshell. "In her quest to get to know you better and advance her career, she agreed to the 'emotional feedback' as we like to call it. But what she does not know is that we plan a little 'conditioning' about her relationship with you.. You see, Jon, after this session, she will completely believe that she is your fiance! You will have the outward appearance of a 'stable company man'! And she will pass any truth test put forward by the other women. You will have the benefit of a perfect explanation to keep the more aggressive women away from you." " The best part is that she will forget about the engagement details away from work and her friends. That way, you can continue your life as normal, if you wish." Rich replied in sinister tones. " It will be perfect!" Rich said. " Joy will not notice the 'little trick' and you can advance in the company destiny that we have planned for you!" "So what do you think?" The commanding president asked. Jon thought to himself that this would be perfect. No one would get hurt. He could still bang away at the female staff in secret if he wanted to and Jon would get the coveted management position! He felt a brief moment of regret about Joy being used, but he quickly decided that sometimes people get a couple of 'tire tracks' over their body when they got in the way. Joy smiled sweetly to Jon as he entered the room. "God!" she looks so sexy and helpless just lying there" Jon thought as he felt an involuntary erection start. The procedure was explained in detail. The actual mechanics of the emotional communication was performed with a "Inductance Transceiver" placed under each of their heads. Miniature electronics collected the wave patterns and transferred the conduit of thought streams to a huge mainframe computer before the final transfer to the other receptor. "Just like going to sleep." One of the medics suggested. "Actually, the process is so relaxing that most of our subjects do fall asleep during the event". Jon knew that the process was starting to work as he felt her presence in his mind. He could tell she was thinking about his cock and it was affecting him with the biggest hard-on he ever had. Jon noticed from a side ways glance that she was nodding off to sleep with a deep smile. Now he also started to feel very relaxed and groggy. "I'm going to have to do something about this erection when this is over." He thought as he faded off into inky blackness. A day passed, or was it a year? Jon had no sense of the passing of time. He felt as if he had been placed in the deepest, darkest well imaginable. He tried as hard as he could to climb out into the faint opening far above that looked like a tiny window of light. Occasional lightening bolts would flash and sear his senses. Each bolt would freeze frame his mind and bring strange new memories and stimulation to his brain. The feeling was primordial and gender based. Suddenly there was light. He could see. Jon opened his eyes and realized that he was no longer in the sterile atmosphere of the lab. Soft cushions and fragrant air currents told him he was in some bedroom. He could tell that his surroundings were very expensive and opulently decorated in a very pink feminine style. Worst yet, Jon knew from his inner being that something had changed about him. He was almost afraid to look anymore for fear. His senses were uncontrollably sending back messages to his consciousness that he was no longer in his own body! "Things feel just so damn different!" he thought. He ran his tongue along the inner surface of his teeth and discovered an absence of fillings. The teeth felt smooth and straight. Very unlike his normal mouth feel. Even flicking his lips with his sensuous tongue produced a full lip feel without the sharp stabs of half-grown beard follicles. He insanely thought that these are just like lips he had kissed somewhere before? Jon absentmindedly reached up to his hair to sweep the long curly hair out of his eyes and studied his hands and arms in shock. Under his intent control, he examined two very ultra feminine hands and arms. He had always admired beautiful manicured long fingers on a woman. They now belonged to him! He groaned out loud as the desperate conclusion was finally sinking in. And gasped as he realized the sound was a female high octave unlike anything coming from his former vocal chords. There was no doubt about it anymore. He could not deny that he was not in his own body anymore. Somehow he had been placed in another foreign Chassis. "Oh my God!" he screamed to himself. "I am now a woman!" He dashed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. His worst fears confirmed the awful reality. He had become the very identical copy of his last lover- Joy Adams! "What in the Hell is going on here?" he said out loud to his reflection. He had always loved and used women to his own benefit, he had never wanted to be one! He examined the graceful frame and quickly ripped off his clothes. He could not believe that there was not one semblance of his former male self. Instead of hard muscular body mass, there were soft curves and feminine contrasts. He wondered how possible it was to have such a tiny waist and yet mysteriously follow the exquisite swell of womanly hips and full breasts just centimeters away. He had lusted after Joy for her beautiful body and seductive charm. Now that this body was in his command, he examined the details much more closely. There was no hiding the fact that he was really living in a woman's body. Jon considered the irony of the situation. The last thought before losing consciousness in the lab was the feeling of another person reaching inside his mind and actually enjoying the erotic thrill of his last erection. Somehow the casual experiment had gone awry. He never imagined that it was possible to trade minds and bodies, but it had happened. But how? The president had assured him that it had been done many times before without any trouble. As Jon was deep in thought, he casually reached down to scratch his genitals in his old male entrenched habits. His body suddenly jerked in a pleasure spasm as his new long fingernails brushed his super sensitive labia by mistake. "Whew!' Jon thought. "Same thrill, but different equipment!" Suspicions were starting to come to realization. It was a nagging thought that maybe he had been set up for this all along? The endless line of easy women, weird corporate management and super secret biometric experiments all concluded that there was a hidden agenda going on. His thoughts were brought back to earth with the still actual realization that he was now a woman and in a strange house. One last look at himself in the mirror only made him sigh. "It could be worse" he thought, I certainly had the fortune to be deposited in a young beautiful woman instead of an old hag. A search of the room and surroundings showed a woman's room with a full closet and dresser filled with female garments. He cringed to think that someone had gone to the trouble to stock lacy lingerie that seemed to be the exact size of this small female frame. He noticed full evening gowns that could only be very expensive. Jewelry was discovered in one of the top drawers. The selection was first class and had a nice assortment to accent his new clothes collection. He knew he had to get dressed but somehow wanted to resist the weird temptation to try on pretty color coordinated outfits. He settled on a plain blouse and shorts. All the shoes were very female looking. The large assortment of heels ranged in low to towering heights. Female shoes were beyond him for the time being. He settled for a plain pair of women's white colored Keds and matching white socks. He always thought that this combination was extremely attractive on the right ankle. Well, looking down, there it was! All his. As if planned, he heard a knock on the door as he finished dressing himself. He quickly stood up and noticed that he had not put on a bra and both full breasts were bouncing up in delayed inertia to his quick movements. Also, the dark circles of previous unnoticed nipples were poking naughtily through the flimsy see-through blouse. It appeared that he has a lot to learn about dressing in this new body. His lush head of blonde curls fell over his eyes and he automatically brushed it back in the same exact exotic back handed manner that the original Joy used to do. His passing thoughts considered the very real possibility that the physical was overpowering the new 'mental' possession. The door opened and he was greeted to a sight of a petite young Latin looking housekeeper. "Hello! My name is Trevista!" she uttered before Jon could get a word out. "You probably have a lot of questions? But those will have to wait for lunch served downstairs in five minutes" she quickly said while closing the door before Jon could react. Jon felt the grumbling in his stomach and decided that lunch indeed was a great idea. He suddenly felt like a little doll exploring a great big dollhouse with someone far up above and invisible controlling his every move. The house was very lavish and expensive. Expert decorations in wood and fabric adorned every room. Magnificent paintings graced all the hallways. "Why am I here?" Jon thought for the hundredth time. It was evident that more than Trevista occupied the house. Jon could see a gardener outside working the plants. Also, there was busy activity in the kitchen. The dining table was decorated with fresh flowers and elegant silverware. There were only two seats that were placed on opposing sides of the long table. Tableware was set for both seats. "Hmmm?" Jon thought, "It appears that I will be having company and maybe some answers to my strange body exchange." Jon noticed that he had acclimated to this new body and almost forgot that he inhabited a female form. Trevista popped out of the kitchen carrying lunch in silver covered warmers. She was all smiles and cheerfully started her endless chatter. "Madam? Would you like some wine with your lunch?" she said. Jon picked up on the 'Madam' and cringed at the evidence of female recognition and the thought that she was being addressed as the 'Lady of the House'. Jon devoured the lunch. He had never had better tasting veal in his life. Still no visitor yet and he still had no answers to all his questions. As Jon was about to give up on lunch and his mysterious visitor, a door opened across the room and a figure stood in the shadows. "Joy, sorry I am late," the gentleman said. " Traffic was a bitch and I had to take care of an extremely important business call on my cellular phone." Jon recognized the voice immediately and knew that none other than the President of the company was here in the room with him. "Finally!" Jon thought with determination. The CEO was dressed in an elegant double-breasted Navy Blue suit. He looked perfect in every detail from the sharp new haircut to his polished shoes. The whole image was very commanding and Jon suddenly felt very subdued and strangely submissive to this figure. "Joy, we are very pleased that you are here and taking the events so well. Many others before you have had to receive some sedatives on the first day of recognition." Rich said with enigmatic overtones. " I know that you have a lot of questions, but let me explain a few things first. You will be here for a few days before going back to work. You can have the run of the house but not to leave until we allow it." Jon jerked at the thought of going back to work as a female. Would everyone laugh at him? And why did he keep calling me Joy? He knows that I am really Jon under this skin! The president continued, "We have established a corporate climate that is very rewarding for advancement of the female staff. You have been selected to integrate into our female business hierarchy. Long ago we found that it was very true that behind every successful man, you find a good woman. YOU are going to be that woman!" Let me explain. "It was my fortune to begin employment with this company many years ago. As you may have guessed by now, I was not always a man. I was really an attractive woman! Matter of fact, many considered me too sweet and innocent to survive the rigors of cutthroat big business. It was true; many of the middle male managers eventually took advantage of their powerful positions over the secretarial staff. My naive beauty soon targeted me by some of the male sharks. After months of embarrassing crude suggestions and unwanted physical harassment, I decided to take my complaint to the top. I thought that the kind and gentle response from Mr. Bronson was the salve that I needed from the wounds of all those awful male transgressions. He was very understanding and comforting. He suggested that we discuss it further that night after work when he had more time to concentrate on these serious allegations. I reluctantly agreed to a meeting at a restaurant nearby. I asked why a restaurant? He mumbled something about 'too many ears' in the workplace that could cause serious damage to the corporations' reputation. I should have suspected something but I truly put my faith in this wonderful understanding man. The discussion was postponed until dinner was served and he ordered much too many cocktails for the both of us. I was losing all inhibitions from the liquor and was entranced that this noble corporate leader was taking the time to listen to just a simple young secretary. It was not long before my head was swimming from slight alcohol intoxication and I found myself hanging on every word of Mr. Bronson. I did not think it unusual at all to hear him request that he accompany me home in person to make sure I was all right. I never felt so proud of myself to have the courage to take my complaint to the very person who could do the most changes- the president of the company! He was now right next to me saying wonderful things about how women have always been mistreated. My revelry was suddenly dashed as he pushed his way into my doorway and grabbed my breasts in each hand. I was stunned! He was kissing my neck and actually ripping the buttons from my blouse. I shouted for him to stop but he grunted in a guttural response that he needed some satisfaction. To make a long story short, he raped me that night! I cried for hours before falling asleep totally exhausted. The next morning came and I could not decide whether to go to work or go to the police department to press charges. I was sure that Mr. Bronson was just drunk and would apologize about the previous night. I went to work and was confronted by the security guard. He was nervous and avoided eye contact. He said that my personal belongings were in the front office and that I no longer was allowed in the building by order of the president. My shock turned to anger that I would actually be fired. I considered myself the victim of a rape and now I had no job? That bastard had turned my life into hell! The police took my statement and appeared very uninterested in pursuing the case. I later found that the 'Company' was a big contributor to the re-election of the local Sheriff. My case had been marked 'Low Priority' from someone in command. I had nowhere to go and no one to help me. Someone I trusted had taken advantage of me and I seriously considered suicide. That is, until I got the phone call. I had met Mary Strong only briefly during an orientation meeting when I first got the job at the company. She was an older woman in her thirties and I was impressed with her education. She was appointed head of the research and development section of the Biometrics lab. She was recently divorced and down on men at the time. I lost touch with her and was very surprised to hear her on the phone. She consoled me and explained that I was not the first victim of the current company's administration. She explained that she might have a solution to the 'heinous crimes of the male supervisory staff and a new direction of the company!' I was interested and wanted revenge at any cost! Mary asked that I come to the company headquarters on Friday night after everyone had left. She assured me that the security guard would approve of my entrance. I counted the hours to the appointed time. Sure enough, the guard for that night was a woman! She smiled and allowed me entrance to the secret lab. I never knew that it existed. I was absolutely amazed and horrified to enter the lab and see the president of the company tied to a hospital bed with tape over his mouth. Mary was in her usual starched white lab coat. She smiled warmly to me and explained that she had perfected a very real mind transference machine. Mary had succeeded in detecting startling new electrical waves emanating from the brain cortex. These waves were analyzed and found to be the actual inner personality core of the individual. They could be duplicated and memorized. If a new vessel was stripped of these waves, they could be replaced by another and assume the same identity. And that new identity could be modified and coached to assume correct patterns of temperament per the directed gender type. She casually asked if I would allow myself to become the new president? I was bewildered by the actual considerations of all these decisions. I knew I would be implicated in charge of kidnapping if I did not agree. Plus, if there were any truth to the concepts, things would indeed be a lot different around here! It was simply a matter of agreeing and let my self be attended to the busy medical staff. I felt myself going to sleep and woke up as you see me now! The actual Rich Bronson screamed for hours upon waking. He could not accept his changes and had to be re- programmed. I am sorry to say that he did not have many redeeming qualities when we investigated his affairs. In fact, he had led the company to almost sure bankruptcy. More disgusting was the diary we discovered. He had a pattern of female abuse for a long time. He is now one of the pleasant secretaries doing a fine job in the clerical pool. He is very happy with transcription duties and wearing revealing female clothing. You have probably talked to her many times. Maybe someday I should tell you who he really is? The whole episode has resulted in me thinking on my feet for the first time. I have made a good investment in this company and have directed the company through perilous financial difficulties with successful results. The problem still occurred with treacherous male hormones getting in the way of good business practices. Some of the male managers were really jerks! I then instituted a new program of career advancement. Female employees would be given knowledge of the mind exchange program with the penalty of memory erasure if they ever gossiped out of company. They would be given the opportunity to gain all the huge money and prestige that society endowed upon the young and successful male corporate executives. And the converted executives would 'earn their stripes the hard way.' That is, advancing by intellect and polite respect of the sexes! But, we would provide a 'little help' with spousal support! We soon found that there were not as many 'bad eggs' in male supervisory staff as we thought. This presented a problem to the concept of female career advancement. We targeted the problem male types and directed the job changes with approved female inductees. The rest were left with knowledge of keeping their jobs and current bodies as long as they kept on the 'prudent' course. Most agreed. There was a void of prospective male bodies for all the female advancements. I then started a recruiting program among all the Ivy League colleges for the best male minds in the country. You turned up with the right mental faculties and zest for the business environment! We were delighted that your sexual drive drove you to multiple female partners with cavalier disregard. Because of you, our program of recruitment is very popular with the female staff. Many crave the male privileges awarded mankind based on a society generated gender business ideal. Your sexual episodes were tracked in exquisite detail without your overt knowledge. Each and every female employee prayed that her talents would seduce you in the eventual possibility of bodily domination. All the female partners that you thought were so obliging actually plotted the very real feasibility of being you! As you loved taking advantage of women, you will soon feel the same need to please your opposite sex! Joy possessed the correct drive and 'time in grade' for the graduation to your conversion. We have a long list of prospective applicants. You should be proud that such a magnificent woman has taken your body!" Jon felt no consolation in that statement. "You could have done a lot worse! You now have Joy!" He said again. "I am really digressing!" The president suddenly said as he intuitively realized that he was telling much more than he intended to reveal. " This is really about you, not about me. But, I thought a little background information would be appropriate." The president said in a strange patronizing tone. " I must go and wish you the best in our 'company'. You will be a great asset to the team!" the president replied as he hurried out the door. Jon hurried to the door to ask more questions and found the door locked as he tried to open it. All those words and implications were ringing in his head. He could not believe that he had been cleverly manipulated and guided though their devious plans from the very beginning. He still had a thousand other questions. What would he do? All this thinking was giving him a depressing feeling. Whenever he felt upset before, he would drink a couple of beers to dull the pain. But, for some reason, ice cream seemed like the better choice at the moment? Jon was lazily sitting on the couch with his long feminine legs tucked under him in yoga style. He was half watching some television program and did not notice that he was watching the 'shopping channel'. He had never remembered being interested in that type of program. Also, he had never remembered the creamy sweet texture of ice cream taste so satisfactory. It was double chocolate chip. Every chocolate morsel felt incredibly delicious as he let each spoonful slowly linger in his mouth. It was almost a spiritual experience consuming this simple cup of ice cream. His taste buds sent luscious sensory signals to his new consciousness. Before long it was time for bed. He found some elegant silky soft nightwear with designer tags. For some reason it felt much more appropriate than his old cotton boxer pajamas. He even let his manicured fingers glide across the curved bodice. He pictured himself as some movie actress primping herself in the mirror before adjourning for a night's slumber. With a big yawn, Jon crept into the bed and fell fast asleep. Jon had a wonderful dream with exotic sexual innuendoes. He dreamed of a rich life fulfilled with accomplishments and happiness. The happiness was the act of giving and receiving sex in a loving relationship. The accomplishments were the ability to use his fine intellect to guide his lover and company into successful goals. The dream was so real that he could feel the hot passion of body contact and the stimulating feel of genital stroking. His flesh was sweaty and crying for more excitement His lover was slowly kissing his neck in butterfly kisses softer than the brush of an angel's wing. The kisses resulted in involuntary motions of his hips and flexion of his lower back to meet the ever-descending path of wet lip suction. His lover's kisses were ever increasing in intensity and passion. Jon almost screamed in pleasurable torture and those lips played with the excruciatingly sensitive nub between his legs. It was then that Jon realized that the dream was portraying his sexual lust as a different partner. The dream was so real that he swore that if felt as if it was from the viewpoint of a woman. This woman had just been brought to climax by the slow clitoral ministrations of a male lover. Jon woke up in a start and reached for the familiar morning erection that greeted him most of his male life. It was gone! Only a soft slit greeted his delicate hands. Jon knew instantly that he was indeed the woman of that dream and it was real! He remembered last night's conversation with the president. Almost as if performed by clockwork, a knock on the door resulted in: "Madam, its Trevista. I have your breakfast ready. May I serve it in your room?" Jon allowed the maid to come in and enjoyed hot coffee, fresh bread and sweet fruits. Trevista remarked, "Madam, may I assist you in dressing for the first day of work?" Jon shyly admitted, "Yes that would be helpful? " Jon did not have a clue where he was going or what he was supposed to look like. The maid replied, " Madam, don't you worry at all. I will show you all the wonderful clothes that will make you the best looking 'woman of the office'." Jon thought it strange to hear it said that way. The rest of the hurried morning was spent with Trevista and a new hairdresser attending to all the details of the mysterious new day. Jon felt himself being immersed in the feminine aura of the beautiful woman staring back from the mirror. The hair had been prepared in a backward sweep popular in the career minded female business circles. The look still allowed the long luxurious curls to show through with shiny glory. Make up had been applied with care and attention to the high cheekbones and classic eyes. Jon could not believe the different textures clinging to his body. Expensive dark silk stockings caressed his shapely legs. He had slowly put them on without thinking. He then realized that something had happened to him since yesterday. He no longer felt alienated from the female clothing and feeling of being a puppet in a strange body. Somehow this body felt very comfortable. He was still all male inside but the soft contours and sensual lady like presentation of this fine body was insidiously eroding his inner male core. Someone once said that the perception of beauty is universally perceived. Jon knew that this body possessed the capricious concoction of traits and attributes that made men do double takes and women envious. Why had he accepted this change? The maid was looking at him and laughing. She interrupted his inner mental battle. "Madam, do not fret, you are only going through the first stage of female orientation and socialization. You will feel a lot better when you go to work soon." Jon jerked awake from his daydream and wanted to question the maid further. She obviously knew a lot more going on than he did! A car horn sounded outside the window and both looked through the ornate window overlooking a pastoral country scene. The winding driveway curved to the front of the mansion. A dapper dressed limousine driver was waving to the window and pointing to his watch. Jon hurried out the door and primped one more time in the mirror before departing. The ride was smooth and quiet to the company headquarters. The Limo dropped Jon off at a special door and he had to go through the security retinal scanners. The elevator took him to the top of the building. It was just one floor beneath the president's penthouse suite. Jon took a deep breath and had an anxiety attack as the elevator doors opened. "This has to be the weirdest day of my life. I am dressed in women's clothes, using someone else's body and going to a job that I have no earthly idea about" Jon thought to himself. The room was filled with women only. Not just secretaries and receptionists, but just by all the elegant wives of the senior partners! Every eye looked at Jon as he entered the room and he just stood there in shock. Before Jon could react, a beautiful and exquisitely dressed woman came up to Jon and grabbed his arm. "Joy, we are glad you are here. We have been anxiously waiting for you. Welcome! My name is Janice, Janice Stevens. I have the job of running this operation and making sure all the new inductees feel comfortable." Janice stated as she removed the purse from Jon. "You will be called only by your female name around here. And don't worry, we all know first hand what has happened to you. Please realize that you are among friends and there is nothing you can do to change your 'predicament'. I have a busy day and would love to explain more over lunch. Can you join me?" Janice was not waiting for an answer as she headed towards her office. "Oh, by the way this is your new desk." Janice motioned to an empty cubicle. Jon quickly entered the cubicle to get out of the spotlight of attention. In reality, most of the women were already at work on the phones and computer screens. Jon felt more alone and insecure than any time in his life. He felt weak and defeated. This female form and the fear of the unknown had subdued his carefree male attitudes. Jon sat down at the chair and started crying. A few minutes later, the intercom rang and Jon jerked at the sound. "Joy, could you please transcribe some contracts for me please?" Janice was heard on the speakerphone. "All the papers are on the desk and you can use the computer provided." Jon wiped his eyes and decided that doing anything was better than feeling sorry for himself. The transcription went much better than he ever expected. Jon had always known how to type, but it was a slow necessity commanded by the computer age. But now, his dainty painted fingernails literally flew across the keyboard. Some inner learned response was taking over his body. Jon also noticed that he had crossed his female legs high up on his thighs while typing. He had never been comfortable with that position when he possessed a cock and balls. He was scaring himself with the immersion of actions befitting an executive secretary. He kept wondering, "Is this all there is?" The morning went by without leaving the safety of his cubicle. He had a few visits by other women. All of them seemed very happy and had lots of smiles for Jon. He was too shy to question any about this office operation. They basically were checking him out for some unknown reason. Lunch was being served in the adjacent break room. He learned that it was catered every day from the finest restaurants in town. He was asked to sit in the corner with Janice. "Joy, how did your first morning go?" Janice asked in quizzical tone. "Let's eat first and I will tell you about your new job." For some reason, Jon only selected a small salad for lunch. Ordinarily, he would chow down on a big burger. "OK, let me tell you about our 'Company'!" Janice went on to explain. "This company needs smart people to run it. I know that the president spoke to you about the previous disastrous path that the former CEO led us to? It was a case of male testosterone getting in the way of good business practices. We selected you as a bright individual that would give our company an expanded role in today's economy. I know that gender changing was not part of your career formula of success. You have been mind transferred to a wonderful woman that worked hard to achieve this special status." Jon was feeling numb from these chilling words from Janice. "She now inhabits your former body and works in the senior partner executive department. She has undying loyalty to the success of this company. Her ambition got her to that special position and that same drive will give this company great benefits. You on the other hand, have been freed of the male tendencies of constant sex that is so distracting for greatness. You will feel wants and needs much different than before. Very soon the 'conditioning process' will reinforce your need to nurture and promote your partner." Jon let out an audible gasp as she heard these words. "It was true. I am being mind conditioned against my will!" he thought. Janice went on to say, "You may not realize it now, but the 'process' has already programmed you against fleeing or telling anyone about these changes to you. Very soon, the next stage will assert itself and you will feel much better about yourself. It is amazing what a good night's rest will do for a pleasant personality! You will feel an overwhelming need to contribute to the success of the company and your future partner. You will be placed in control of immense amounts of money and corporate control. We have no fear because the 'process' has instilled unbreakable standards in your new personality. But you will communicate everything to the new Jon living in your former body. With your business education, fine mind and sexy body, the two of you will make a wonderful contribution to this company! Your former body still has constant needs of sexual release. It will be your mission to find constant and varying methods to please your mate. You will find it interesting the way your body will react to being around certain men. Of course these men are the new turnabout women that have worked so hard to get here. I know with certainty that what I say is true. Because each and every wife in this room is a former male! You will find your lot in life is not that bad after all!" The words that Janice spoke were still ringing in Jon's head. He could not imagine the events that were happening to him. It was all so fast! Turned into a woman! Married to a company and his former self? Suddenly the elevator opened and one of the senior partners walked into the room. The entire room got very quiet and Jon could sense the energy and attention being given to this man. A strange feeling was creeping into his consciousness. He noticed it as an internal itching or desire. The more he looked at this man, the more he felt unknown womanly feelings of lust and admiration. It was a feeling that was incredible! He noticed that most of the other women were reacting the same. The man spoke and it was if a God was in her presence. He went on to say that they would be having a special social gathering tomorrow at the country club. He was pleased to say that the college recruitment efforts had resulted in three more new male junior executives being hired. He said the company is growing and that there would be opportunity for 'advancements' for many in the company! Jon watched the man leave and realized that his pulse was quickening. He had watched in amazement that his nipples had gotten very tight and erect during this speech. It had been sheer animal attraction. He probably would have stood on his head if asked by the senior partner. The day ended and the limousines were lined up at the entrance of the building to ferry the female executives back to their homes. Trevista smiling and joking about acclimation procedures of the new job greeted Jon. " Just wait until tomorrow. You will get to meet yourself!" She said with toothy grin. Jon kicked off his heels and rubbed his beautiful female toes. Removing the bra showed skin indention where the straps had been. He rubbed and sighed about the trials of being a beautiful woman. The next day came and Jon felt an insistent nagging urge to try out some of the evening gowns. He kept thinking about accents and color coordination. The thought that he would be draped in expensive designer gowns for the upcoming social was stimulating his female body. These thoughts were new to him and he could not figure out where he was getting these notions. Everyone looked fabulous that night. Jon was given the special courtesy and rank of the upper female class. All of the clerical and accounting staff were in high spirits. They accepted him as a new member of an exclusive organization. Jon noticed that one of the new recruits kept staring at him. He remembered being in the same initial setting and could only wish this stranger an easy transition. Because Jon knew with certainty, that this new enlistee would not be able to resist the incredible temptations of the up and coming female staff. Every employed woman in the room was already paying him extreme attention. The new senior partners had adjourned to a separate room to smoke cigars and drink brandy. The new wives sipped wine from fluted glasses and talked about upcoming company take- overs. Jon was glad to see them leave. Their close presence created uncontrollable sexual urges and quiet submission. It was quite a distraction. Jon knew that he would be married off to his former body and female lover. Somehow he felt quiet resolution in the fact that his life was starting over and it really was not going to be that bad. As in a marriage, each partner had some type of control. It would be a delicate balance of letting the man think that he was getting his way, but in reality guided all along by the clever female. Months Later: Jon found out that they had placed the inductance transceiver' in his bedroom the first night. He no longer cared about the terrors of the first night conversion. There were much more important things to worry about. He preferred to call himself as the female that he really was. His mind looked at itself as Joy Adams. It was only natural to carry about as one of the privileged female class. Being a trophy wife in this corporation carried a trust and admiration of the staff and community. The corporation was hugely successful. Joy was appointed to the world shipping acquisition committee. She was responsible for more money than she ever imagined. Business was great! Joy laughed at her former male life. Her new husband was devoted to her happiness and Joy constantly pleased him with new ways of sexual satisfaction. They made a great team and really loved each other. She just had to scold her husband once in awhile for cross-dressing when she was not at home! Fin.