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The Secretary By Morpheus Gene Howard frowned as he stared at the numbers dancing on his computer screen. He pulled his eyes away from the monitor and dug through the stack of papers on his desk, matching them and double checking them. After the third time, he knew that it hadn't just been a miscalculation on his part. There were several discrepancies in the company records. Discrepancies which could mean that up to 3 million dollars was missing. "Damn," Gene muttered, wiping his forehead nervously. There was only one reason for the discrepancies that he could think of, and as much as he didn't like to think about it, the fact was that someone was stealing from the company. Embezzlement. "I'd better double check these again," Gene told himself, knowing that the results would be the same but wanting to verify them again anyway. As one of the company's accountants, Gene took his job very seriously and it especially bothered him that he'd missed these errors before. Of course it was only sheer luck that he'd managed to find the first discrepancy which led him to the others, but he still blamed himself. He should have found them before. After Gene had gone through the numbers yet another time, he leaned back in his chair, frowning thoughtfully. A minute later, Gene knew what he had to do. He bent over and picked up the computer disk that he'd been working on as well as the papers that verified his findings. Now that the discrepancies had been verified, it was time to take the proof and report them. Gene hurried through the mazelike halls of the company building, stopping only when he got to a large desk with a heavyset woman behind it. She looked up and scowled. "Oh, Mr. Howard. Do you have an appointment?" "No," Gene told the secretary, glancing at the heavy door off to the side. "But can you tell Mr. Anderson that it's very urgent." "Just a moment," the secretary responded, picking up the phone. After a moment, she looked up. "He'll see you right away." Gene nodded faintly and started towards the door. "Thank you." Almost as soon as Gene stepped through the door, he had to fight the urge to gag. The air was heavy with cigarette smoke and Matthew Anderson, the executive in charge of Gene's section, sat behind the desk with a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. Gene frowned, hating the stink and wondering about the executive benefits which allowed Mr. Anderson to declare his office a smoking area. "Gene," Mr. Anderson greeted him, gesturing for him to have a seat. "Sally told me that you have something urgent." Gene nodded and stared at Mr. Anderson for a moment. The man was 6 foot even and in his early forties, having dark gray hair that was beginning to go gray around the temples. And of course he was impeccably dressed in a sharp business suit. "It's about this," Gene said, setting the file down on the desk. "I was going through some of the accounts and found several discrepancies that I thought I should report." Mr. Anderson took a deep drag of his cigarette before putting it down in the ashtray for a moment. Gene grimaced, trying not to show how much the horrible smell bothered him. "That's right," Mr. Anderson mused, staring at Gene. "You're a nonsmoker." "Yes sir," Gene responded quickly and then gave a weak smile. "I can't stand the smell of the things." Shrugging Mr. Anderson then picked up the folder and flipped through it. After a minute, he looked at Gene. "If what you say is true, then this is serious. I'll verify this myself and then take the appropriate actions." Mr. Anderson paused for a moment, then added, "Please don't say anything about this to anyone until after I've had a chance to verify it." Gene nodded, pleased for a moment. Then after saying goodbye, Gene left the office and hurried back to his own office. He might have just identified a major problem but he still had a job to do. Gene sighed to himself and muttered, "The work of a number cruncher is never finished." ----- It was after work and Gene sat on the edge of a barstool, nursing a beer and watching the ballgame on TV, though not really paying much attention to it. It had been a rather stressful day at work and Gene hoped that a little while at the bar with a friend would help him relax. Sitting next to Gene at the bar was his closest friend, Alex Green. However, besides working for the same company, neither of them had much at all in common except for their mutual love of fly fishing. It was that very love of fly fishing which had let them to first meet and befriend each other 5 years earlier. Whereas Gene was 33 years old, developing a slight paunch and with dark hair that was just beginning to recede, Alex was 38, athletic and with a full head of reddish brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard to match. He was also a scientist of some sort, working in research and development for the company. "God I needed this," Gene muttered, "you have no idea how stressful today was." Alex nodded. "It went all right for me." He left it at that and Gene knew better than to ask for or expect any details. Alex never talked about his work, sometimes much to Gene's annoyance. But it was something that he'd long since grown used to. "So," Gene started, "you still going to be able to make it for the fishing trip next week?" He smiled as he thought about the fly fishing trip that they'd planned for several weeks. "I think so," Alex responded, staring straight at the TV himself. "But there's a chance that I'll be stuck working on a project." Gene sighed and finished the last of his beer. Then turning away from the TV, he looked at Alex for a moment. "Well," Gene started, "It's getting a little late and I'd better get going." Turning towards Gene for a moment, Alex nodded. "See ya later then. And take care." "Will do," Gene said, hopping off his barstool and heading towards the door. "You too." With that Gene started the short walk home, smiling pleasantly at the thought of his upcoming trip. He just wished that he didn't have to go back to work in the morning instead of taking the trip right away. Unfortunately though, he still had several expenditure reports to complete. ----- Several hours after Gene had arrived at work the next morning. He received a message that Mr. Anderson wanted to see him. Obviously about the discrepancies, Gene decided, hesitating only a moment more before he started towards Mr. Anderson's office. Maybe they'd even found out what... or who had caused the discrepancies. When Gene arrived at Mr. Anderson's office a minute later, he stopped in front of the empty secretaries desk. He frowned at that deciding that she was probably taking notes for Mr. Anderson or helping him with something else. However a moment later the door opened up and Mr. Anderson came out. "Mr. Howard," Mr. Anderson stated, "I've been going over the information that you brought to my attention yesterday and I must say that is rather interesting." Gene nodded and glanced to the empty desk then back at Mr. Anderson. Mr. Anderson noticed that and chuckled. "I'm afraid that Sally left the company yesterday, leaving me to find a new secretary." Mr. Anderson smiled faintly. "But enough about that. I have something that I need to show you. Follow me." "Yes sir," Gene responded, immediately following after Mr. Anderson as he started down the hall. He wondered what this was all about but kept his questions to himself for the moment. At first Gene was just a little curious as to where Mr. Anderson was taking him, but with every minute of them walking through the building, his curiosity increased. They went past the main building towards an area that Gene had never been before. And before he realized it, they stopped at a large door that was clearly labeled 'no unauthorized personnel beyond this point'. There was some sort of control panel off to the side that Mr. Anderson put his hand against so that the door opened up. "This way," Mr. Anderson told him, gesturing for Gene to keep following. Gene glanced at the door and frowned for a moment before following. He was near bursting with curiosity. As they continued down the new hallway, Gene noticed the doors on both sides, nearly all of them having some sort of control panel by the side. None of the doors with the control panels had anything that said what was inside of them except numbers just off to the side. "Normally," Mr. Anderson told them after they had just gone through one of the locked doors and down another hall, "we don't allow accountants such as yourself or other office personnel into the research and development wing." After pausing a moment, Mr. Anderson finished, "You'll see why I've made this exception in just a few minutes." Gene nodded and muttered, "I'm honored." However he still couldn't stop wondering why he was there. Was it someone in R&D who had caused the discrepancies? After they finally reached the end of the hall, there was one more door in front of them. Mr. Anderson opened it and gestured for Gene to go in. As soon as Gene was through the door, he looked around and gasped. The large room was filled with expensive looking machines and computers, but what surprised Gene the most was the man at the other side of the room, wearing a white lab coat. "Alex?" Gene burst out, surprised to see his friend. Alex's eyes went wide and he gasped, "Gene? What are you doing here?" At that Mr. Anderson closed the door behind them. "I brought him here to test the process on." "What process?" Gene asked in confusion. Then Gene heard a click and gasped to realize that Mr. Anderson had a gun in his hand, pointing it straight at Gene. He had a cold calculating look in his eyes that told Gene that he would be quite able to shoot another person. "I'm sorry you had to find my savings plan," Mr. Anderson said coldly. "But not as sorry as you're going to be." Then to Alex he said, "Put him in the machine. Modified prototype 109." "NO!" Alex gasped, his eyes going wide with horror. "I can't do that to him." Mr. Anderson scowled. "That's not a request." He pointed the gun at Alex and added, "If you don't, I'll shoot him and then you as well. If you cooperate, you will both live." Alex stared at the very confused Gene for a moment before whispering, "I'm sorry." Then Mr. Anderson gestured for Gene to get into a rectangular cubicle that was surrounded by high tech machines and tilted at a slight angle. Gene was terrified as he climbed inside, thinking that it reminded him very much of a large coffin. Still standing there with the gun in his hand, Mr. Anderson explained, "Your friend here has been working on our most ambitious project. A project that will revolutionize how people perform their jobs." Gene was scared and confused but trying to keep calm and quiet. After all, Mr. Anderson had said that he'd live through the thing. However, when Alex came over and gave him an apologetic look while injecting him with something from a needle, Gene grew even more nervous. "What are you doing to me?" Gene demanded furiously, trying to hide his fear with anger. Mr. Anderson just smiled while Alex went to a computer and started flipping switches. "Dr. Green and his people have developed a process which allows us to modify humans to perfectly fit specific jobs. We've even developed several complete biological prototypes." Mr. Anderson grinned at this though the gun didn't waver away from Gene. "Almost ready," Alex said quietly, sounding defeated. "For example," Mr. Anderson continued, "we can make someone perfectly fit for a construction builder by making them taller and more heavily muscled. Similarly we can improve a soldier's body, increasing their strength, speed, reflexes and endurance. Even increasing their aggression and ensuring that they follow orders." Gene cringed inside of the box he was in, knowing with every minute that this was not good. He looked over at Alex for help but Alex refused to look at him. Then Gene felt the humming from the machine that seemed to fill his body. Mr. Anderson grinned. "You know, I've been considering what to do with you since yesterday. Then it came to me while I was working with Sally. She might be an efficient typist, but she was a far cry from what I really wanted in a secretary." "What's that got to do with me?" Gene asked nervously. Still smiling, Mr. Anderson told Alex, "Let's start this. I want prototype 109, modified to my specifications. Set it to use verbal instructions. I want to make sure that you don't try interfering with my instructions." "All right," Alex replied reluctantly. He looked over at Gene shamefully. Gene gulped, quickly glancing from Alex to Mr. Anderson. "What's prototype 109?" he finally gathered the courage to ask. "I believe that prototype 109 was designed as an experiment by several of Dr. Green's group," Mr. Anderson stated. "Of course the higher ups who know about this project don't know about that particular one since it was something of a... diversion. Prototype 109 was their design for the perfect prostitute." "Prostitute?" Gene gasped weakly, not liking the sound of this at all. Mr. Anderson nodded. "Oh yes. But I'm not going to just turn you into a prostitute. That would be quite wasteful since I will need your other abilities as well for my secretary." Then to the air, Mr. Anderson ordered, "Program prototype 109 but change the hair color to brunette." "Confirmed," a mechanical voice responded. Then Mr. Anderson added, "Modify the sex drive. Decrease it a bit but leave it somewhat higher than normal. I'll need my secretary to be able to concentrate on her other duties as well." "Modify prototype 109 sex drive," Alex repeated to the machine. "Decrease by 20%." "Confirmed," the machine responded again. "Well?" Mr. Anderson said. "What are you waiting for? Let's get the show on the road." Gene gasped in terror and started to edge forward, hoping that maybe he could get out while Mr. Anderson was distracted. But suddenly his muscles froze, no longer responding to his will. As scared as he was before, he suddenly grew even more so. "Stage 1, control over subject's nervous system completed," the mechanical voice stated. "Ready to begin stage 2." Alex avoided looking at Gene. Instead he stared at the computer console off to the side and tried to look objective. "Begin..." Alex gulped visibly and then glanced at Mr. Anderson who still had the gun. "Begin stage 2. Start the transformation." Suddenly the humming around Gene got stronger and seemed to fill his entire body. He gasped, trying to get away though his body still wouldn't respond. Then the strange sensations increased and Gene felt his very flesh beginning to shift. Though he couldn't look down to see what was happening, Gene felt his pants getting painfully tight at the hips and his shirt grew tighter across his chest. "Remove the clothing," Alex ordered the machine. Several seconds later, Gene felt the clothes falling off of his body as if they had been disintegrated. But as humiliated as he felt from the sudden lack of clothing, he almost felt relieved at the same time since his chest and hips were no longer pinched. The slight chill against his skin though made him want to shiver. At the same time, Gene could still feel the changes going on throughout his body. He began to notice a slight weight forming on his chest while his crotch started to feel empty. His shoulders tickled, as his hair grew longer and longer. Several strands of his now much darker and longer hair even hung down in front of his face. Then finally, after what seemed an eternity but was actually less than 2 minutes, the changes seemed to stop. However Gene was still unable to move, no matter how hard he tried. He shivered where he stood, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Extremely odd. "Amazing," Mr. Anderson whispered, sounding completely awed. "Simply amazing. It worked. She's absolutely gorgeous." Alex still wouldn't look at Gene though he didn't look nearly as excited as Mr. Anderson who just continued to stare at Gene for a few more seconds. Gene tried to scream but his mouth wouldn't cooperate. Finally Mr. Anderson smirked. "I bet that you're wondering what you look like about now." Mr. Anderson paused then started to look around for a minute. When he didn't seem to see what he was looking for, he sighed. "Well, there doesn't seem to be any mirrors so that I can show you, but you are now a 5 foot 9 brunette with an extremely shapely figure." He smirked at that. Then Alex looked at Gene, a shamed and apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry." "And of course," Mr. Anderson told Gene, "since they designed your body to be the perfect prostitute, they added a number of special characteristics." Mr. Anderson was silent for a moment before saying, "They made your body so you're immune to all diseases and rather unappetizing to various body parasites. You will remain in perfect health, not even having to worry about getting fat. You are completely female but you still can't get pregnant." Mr. Anderson paused and looked down before smiling. "They did something to your feet so that you HAVE to wear high heels if you plan to do much walking at all." Alex stared at the ground at that looking a little more ashamed while Gene tried to keep himself calm. He didn't succeed too well though and was nearly screaming inside. Then he slowly braced himself, having a feeling from the look on Mr. Anderson's face that it might be even worse. "Of course you're going to be very horny, though not quite the nymphomaniac that you would be otherwise." Mr. Anderson smirked then looked at Alex. "I'm not quite sure that I remember the rest of the details." Paling badly, Alex forced himself to look at Gene. "Your tongue can stretch out about 2 inches longer than normal... for oral stimulation." He looked embarrassed but forced himself to remain calm, glancing over at Mr. Anderson's gun. Gene just stared at Alex, terrified of hearing the rest but desperate to know at the same time. "Go on," Mr. Anderson chuckled. Taking a deep breath, Alex exclaimed, "To be blunt, you will find that semen will be one of the most delicious things that you've ever tasted... similarly with female vaginal fluids. You will also be mildly addicted to semen and your anus will self lubricate when you are aroused." "Which will be often," Mr. Anderson added unnecessarily. "Is that everything?" Alex asked Mr. Anderson, a hint of venom in his voice. Mr. Anderson frowned and then stared at Gene for a moment more. "Actually no." He looked over at Alex and said, "If I remember right, you said that you could do some more things. Reduce the makeup a little and I want you to make sure that she walks really sexy like. Not like a man." Alex sighed and nodded sadly. "I can do that." He looked towards the machine and stated, "Modify subject's reflexes and mannerisms to data stored in prototype 109, behavioral subfile 3." He entered something else and then Alex practically snarled at Mr. Anderson. "Now do you want me to turn her into your obedient sex slave?" Gene choked at that wondering how Alex could even suggest such a thing. He tried moving again though his muscles still wouldn't respond. Not even enough to scream. How could his friend betray him like that? How could Alex have done that to him? But still being trapped, Gene did the only thing that he was able to... he cried. For a long moment, Mr. Anderson looked thoughtful at that while Alex looked like he seriously regretted his outburst. "No," Mr. Anderson finally responded, "I don't think so. It will be much more amusing to leave Mr. Howard's mind mostly intact." With that Mr. Anderson carefully set his gun off to the side though still within easy reach. Then he reached into his pocket and lit a cigarette. After he'd taken a deep drag he stared at Gene for a moment then blew the smoke right into the helpless Gene's face. Suddenly Mr. Anderson chuckled. "But there is something else. I don't want a secretary who constantly whines about my smoking so I want you to turn her into a smoker too." "Just a moment," Alex sighed, sounding defeated. He glanced nervously towards the gun but apparently decided that he couldn't possibly reach either that or Mr. Anderson in time since he turned back to the machines. After he gave a few quick instructions to the machines, Alex once again looked at Gene apologetically as he said, "Begin stage 3 adjustments." Gene screamed silently as the humming washed through his body again, though in a somewhat different way than before. This time, Gene developed a headache and his thoughts got confused for a moment. Then it stopped again and Gene was finally free to move. "Oh God," Gene whispered, hearing a sultry woman's voice. He winced and nervously stepped out of the chamber... only to fall flat on his face. "I'm so sorry," Alex said quietly, giving Gene a hand to his feet. As soon as Gene was standing, though leaning up against the side of the chamber for balance, he pushed Alex's hand away, glaring at his former friend. "I didn't have a choice," Alex protested. Gene already knew that though it didn't make it any easier to accept. Mr. Anderson just went to the machine and ordered, "Lock system to my code." After the computer stated a 'confirmed', Anderson pulled a key out of the control panel and slipped it into his pocket. "Just so that you don't get any ideas," he said with a smirk though Gene barely noticed him. Taking a deep breath, Gene looked down and saw the large breasts on his chest. His large breasts. He shuddered and glanced to the smooth hairless vagina between his legs, then quickly averted his eyes. "From now on," Mr. Anderson told Gene coldly, the gun back in his hand, "you are my secretary. That includes other activities besides typing." With that Mr. Anderson put a hand on Gene's breast. Gene was so startled that he didn't do anything. Though much to his embarrassment and humiliation, Gene felt his nipples suddenly get hard. Mr. Anderson started rubbing gently and Gene couldn't help but moaning slightly. It felt good. Very good. The moist wetness that he quickly felt between his legs only seemed to add to that. Horrified at the incredible sensations that were filling him, Gene tried to back up but couldn't go anywhere. As strange as the nearly overwhelming sensations and desires that he was feeling were, Gene had no doubt about what it was that he was feeling. "Oh God," Gene moaned again, trying to keep himself under control. He couldn't believe how horny he was. And even more at the fact that Mr. Anderson and Alex were both beginning to look attractive. "Please... no." Mr. Anderson pulled his hand back for a moment, staring at Gene with lust in his eyes. He then slipped the gun into his coat and chuckled. "You'll get used to it my dear." "NO!" Gene gasped, clamping himself firmly under control though he was still very much aroused. "I won't do it. I'll tell the police..." "No you won't," Mr. Anderson shook his head. "Do you honestly think that they will believe you? Of course not. Not even about the missing money." Gene sagged in defeat, wondering then what was going to happen. "Of course," Mr. Anderson said, "I will make no effort to stop you if you leave the building and never return." Gene brightened up at that slightly but Mr. Anderson quickly continued, "But you have absolutely no legal identity. You are now a nonperson, unable to get any real job. Between that and your body's new desires, I doubt that it would be long before you join the profession for which your body was so perfectly designed for." Gene gasped. "No!" He stared in wide-eyed horror at Mr. Anderson. "If you stay on as my secretary, and remain silent about what you know," Mr. Anderson stated calmly, "you will be well paid for that position. I will supply you with a new identity... easily revocable should you leave. And..." Mr. Anderson added with a grin, "there is the fact that as long as you are here, there is always the hope that one day you can be turned back to normal." For a horribly long moment, Gene stared at Mr. Anderson. He couldn't believe it. Mr. Anderson was actually giving him a choice... though not much of one. It was either become Mr. Anderson's secretary and sex toy or get thrown out on the streets with absolutely no money or identity. Gene frowned, knowing that he wouldn't survive there for very long at all. At least not without being raped and forced into a position even worse than what Mr. Anderson was offering. And of course there was the slight chance of getting back to normal which he couldn't ignore. As much as Gene hated himself for it, he dropped his head in defeat and whispered, "I'll think about it." However, both he and Anderson both knew that what he really meant was "You win." Then Anderson turned towards Alex. "You will not reveal what has happened here or make any attempt to bring her down here. Should she be seen in the secure level without MY escort... she will be shot on sight and you with her. If you try revealing anything to anyone, you would also be revealing your own part in this. You will not only lose your job but any possibility of getting another," Anderson paused for a moment, letting it sink it before finally adding, "And then there is what could happen to her." He left the threat hanging and Alex nodded defeated acceptance as well. Gene watched Anderson and Alex for a minute, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Partly because of how unfamiliar his body was and partly because of the fact that his balance was drastically different but was quickly becoming no problem for him. Then there was the question of his future. The very thought of it made him shudder... even if some tiny part almost seemed to get excited. Then Gene glanced down at himself, becoming aware that his feet were starting to feel a little uncomfortable. When he stretched to stand on his tip toes for a moment, the discomfort eased a little. Unfortunately though, he wasn't able to stay that way. Gene winced, trying not to think about what Mr. Anderson had told him, not just about needing high heels but about everything else. He didn't want to face that... he couldn't face it. Finally Anderson ordered Alex, "Go get her some clothes. I left some in storage room B3." Alex glanced at Mr. Anderson and then Gene, looking extremely uncomfortable, but he nodded and left to do as he was told, knowing that he was in far too deep to do anything else. Once Alex was gone, Anderson took a final drag from his cigarette before dropping it to the floor and stepping on it. Then he reached out and grabbed Gene, surprising him as he pulled the former man in close for a kiss. At first, Gene tried to struggle, to pull away. However he quickly discovered that he was far weaker than before... and far too aroused. As much as Gene hated and was ashamed by it, he wanted Anderson...badly. Without any conscious decision, he found himself kissing Anderson deeply and passionately. After a moment, Anderson pulled back and Gene gasped, stepping back himself when he realized what he'd just been doing. Doing and enjoying. "I see that your body has already shown you who's boss," Mr. Anderson stated with a slight chuckle. "Very good." "I'm back," Alex interrupted, coming back into to the lab with a cardboard box in his hands. He set it down and scowled at Mr. Anderson before nervously glancing at Gene and stepping back. Then Alex stared at the floor, looking deeply ashamed. "Get dressed," Mr. Anderson ordered Gene. With a nervous nod, Gene quickly dove into the box and pulled out the clothes. There were about 3 sets. One which would be suitable for a secretary... though just barely. Both of the others were a little more revealing and more suitable for clubbing. After a minute, Gene found that there weren't any panties in the box and scowled at Anderson who just told him that he didn't want his secretary to wear panties. At least not at work. Growling to himself, Gene silently slipped on the stockings and short skirt, then with Alex's help, the bra and revealing shirt. Finally came the stiletto-heeled shoes that made Gene wince just looking at them. Sadly though, they were the only shoes in the box and Gene didn't have any other choice. He slipped them on and pulled the straps tight, then hesitantly got to his feet. "Oh lord," Alex whispered uncomfortably. Gene just stared down and cautiously took a step. His feet didn't feel at all uncomfortable anymore. They felt much better in the 4-inch heels than when he had been standing there barefooted. Taking another step, Gene muttered, "Shit." The shoes not only felt extremely comfortable on his feet, but were also extremely easy to walk in as well. He didn't have the slightest problem with balancing or walking in them like he would have expected. Then he winced to remember what Anderson wanting it so that he would 'walk real sexy like'. As he slowly walked across the lab and back, Gene knew that he had no choice in that. Every step was naturally fluid, graceful and femininely sexy. Gene couldn't help it. It was the only way that he could walk. After several minutes of this, Mr. Anderson said, "Time is up. We're going." He glanced back at Alex and then gestured for Gene to leave. Gene glanced back at Alex as well, disgusted at how attractive his friend was beginning to look, then he quickly followed Mr. Anderson out. Once Gene and Anderson had gone through the small maze and left the secure area, Mr. Anderson turned to Gene and smirked. "You can go home for the rest of the day to get used to the new you and think about your new job. After you start, I won't accept a resignation very easily." His eyes narrowed at that and he gave Gene a piercing look. "If you are here tomorrow, I'll have your new identification papers waiting. If not..." Anderson shrugged. "You bastard," Gene muttered, too scared, confused and in shock to put much anger behind it at the moment. But one thing that he knew, he hated Mr. Anderson. As Gene started to walk towards the main exit, leaving Mr. Anderson behind, he heard Mr. Anderson laugh. "Now I'll soon have the perfect secretary." Gene stepped into the parking lot, nervously glancing around him. Several men had given him very appreciative looks while he was still in the building and Gene wasn't sure how to handle that much less how to handle himself in public. It was made even worse by the fact that he had found several of those men attractive as well, much to his disgust. "I'm a guy, God damn it," Gene told himself forcefully, though the sultry voice sounded nothing like a guy's. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew that he certainly didn't look like one at the moment either. "Just get to your car and go," Gene directed himself, hurrying towards where he'd parked earlier and trying not to pay attention to the way his hips swung or his chest jiggled. The parking lot, which normally seemed much too small for once, seemed to stretch forever. Ever foot that Gene walked reminded him even more of his drastically changed body. He couldn't help but walking with a sexy sway to his hips, especially with the stiletto heels which were remarkably easy for him to move in. The only good thing that Gene could think of was that there were actually very few other people in the parking lot at the moment. When Gene finally arrived where he'd parked his car that morning, he automatically reached towards his pocket for his keys, only to remember that he no longer even had pants much less the pockets. "Shit!" Gene exclaimed furiously, remembering also that his keys had been left back in the lab, along with his wallet. All of his identification, credit cards and money. "Shit!" he exclaimed again. For a long moment, Gene just glared at the car furiously, almost as if it was the cars fault that he no longer had either his keys or even his own body. Then Gene almost smiled for a moment when he remembered the spare key. The one in the small magnetic box, hidden under the car, just behind the rear license plate. With a sigh of relief, Gene retrieved the key and started to unlock the door. Then Gene froze, staring at his fingernails. They were long, slightly pointed and looked perfectly manicured. They were also all a dark red. That left Gene confused, wondering how his nails could have been polished at the same time his body had changed. He didn't understand how his body had changed, but still, the polish seemed like a strange addition. Gene had noticed his long nails and the polish on them earlier while getting dressed, but he hadn't really paid them any attention at the time. Shaking his head, Gene winced at the feel of the long hair behind him, then finished opening the door and climbing into the car. After he'd adjusted the seat, Gene just sat there for a moment before finally pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards home. He quickly found that working the pedals with the high heels on was not as easy as he would have hoped, but he managed enough to drive home. Once Gene had arrived at his home and let himself in with the spare key hidden under a rock in the garden, he quickly slammed the door shut behind him and sighed in relief. At least in relief that no one was staring at him anymore. Even when he'd been inside the car driving back, he had felt people's eyes watching him almost all the time. But for the moment, he was free of men's lust filled stares. "Why me?" Gene asked himself, dropping the small bag with the two sets of spare clothes he'd been given to the floor. "What did I ever do to deserve this?" Gene grabbed at his breasts and grimaced in shame, tears coming down his cheeks. "Oh God... why me?" After several minutes, Gene calmed down a little. He grimaced and stared down at himself, trying to keep from panicking the way he wanted to. To keep from curling into a ball on the floor and screaming until he went hoarse. Finally Gene grabbed at the mounds on his chest and gulped. "I... I'll have to look at myself sooner or later," he muttered. He didn't really like the idea, but he was also undeniably curious as to what he now looked like. Taking a deep breath, Gene braced himself and started to get undressed. His shoes were dropped to the side with the stockings, skirt and shirt quickly following. A moment later, the lacy black bra that Gene had been wearing was draped over the arm of his couch and he stood there completely naked, though still trying not to look at himself. "Come on," Gene told himself, "just do it." With that Gene looked down at his impressive looking chest and then further down to his much thinner than normal waist. From there, he hesitated a moment before staring at the space a little lower where his penis had resided just a short time earlier. Now there was the smooth hairless pubic mound with the very feminine slit. Gulping Gene whispered, "Oh shit." Then taking another deep breath, Gene straightened up, telling himself to "Take it like a man." But a moment later, he couldn't help adding, "That's easy for you to say." Realizing that he still needed to see what the rest of him looked like, Gene hesitantly started towards the bathroom... or specifically, the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. When Gene got to the bathroom, he stopped in front of the door and stared at the reflection for a long moment, his mouth dropped open in amazement. "No way," Gene whispered, knowing that it was real but hardly able to believe it. If it wasn't for the weight on his chest and the absence in his crotch, he would have suspected that he was just imagining things. The woman in the mirror was undeniably gorgeous, with a face and body that practically screamed sex. She had long brunette hair, dark green eyes and full pouty lips that looked as if they were made for either kissing or... cocksucking. The thought made Gene pale, especially when he remembered what Alex had told him. "Never!" Gene told himself firmly. Then Gene stared as his generous but firm breasts with the rather large nipples. He wasn't much of an expert, but he guessed that he had to be at least a DD... quite possibly larger. They... as well as every other inch of his body clearly announced what it had originally been designed for. Trying to remain as calm and distant as he possibly could, Gene continued to examine his body. He slowly ran his hands over his smooth skin, noticing that he didn't seem to have a single hair anywhere on his body anywhere beneath his neck. At the same time though, Gene quickly realized that he was definitely turning himself on. Not that it was too surprising since he had such a gorgeous woman standing in front of him, even if it was himself. "Just great," Gene grumbled, staring admiringly at the sexy woman. "I finally get to feel up a babe without worrying about sexual harassment charges." He only wished that it wasn't himself that he was feeling up. Even if it did feel pretty good. Pretty damn good. Pulling his hands away from his erect nipples, Gene tried to take his mind off of how horny he was making himself. For a moment, Gene stared at his face, trying to convince himself that it was now his... hopefully only temporarily, but not with much success. Opening his mouth and saying "Ah." Gene stared at his teeth and throat, only to remember what they had told him about his tongue. Curious about that Gene stuck his tongue out as far as he could, surprising himself with just how far out it came compared to normal. He wiggled it around a bit, finding the feeling of having a long tongue a little odd. "Weird," Gene muttered, blushing when he remembered what the long tongue was for. But at the same time, he couldn't help but wondering what it would be like to try it out on some sexy woman. Then as Gene started at his face, it suddenly dawned on him that he was wearing makeup too. Even dark red lipstick that matched his nail polish. He winced, wondering how the hell they'd stuck him with that stuff. Quickly deciding that it was embarrassing enough as it was, Gene turned to the sink, grabbing the wash cloth and soap, determined to at least get rid of that much. However, after several minutes of scrubbing, Gene stared at the mirror, seeing that the makeup still looked completely untouched. "Damn it!" he growled, giving up on the idea. "It's like it's all tattooed on." Gene guessed that it must be another one of those strange modifications and wondered what other surprises he had to look forward to that they hadn't told him about. Frowning Gene tried not to think about how uncomfortable he was, not to mention how horny. Even his feet were feeling uncomfortable again, but that didn't matter much compared the sensitive ache in his nipples and crotch. He decided that it definitely wasn't easy being turned on by his own body... or at least what they'd made his body into. Gene tore himself away from the mirror, trying to keep from playing with his nipples or his moist crotch. He was extremely tempted to do so, to masturbate and see what a female orgasm was like. However Gene wasn't quite ready for that just yet. No matter how good it felt already. After returning to the living room, Gene sat on his couch, still completely naked. He did feel at least a little better for not being on his feet, though he would have much rather been in his own body. Leaning backward, Gene slowly ran his hands over his skin, still examining his body though trying to remain a little more controlled about it. Gene continued with his careful self examination as well as mindlessly staring at himself for well over an hour. When Gene finally decided that he'd had enough and got off the couch, he started to aimlessly wander around his house for awhile. However it didn't take long before Gene's feet once again started to feel uncomfortable. "Damn feet," Gene grumbled to himself as he started putting his clothes back on, deciding that he'd seen more than enough of himself. Then he silently added several more curses on Mr. Anderson while putting his shoes back on. "At least now I can walk without my damn feet hurting." Then trying to take his mind off of Anderson and what Anderson wanted of him, Gene decided that he had to get out of the house. Maybe a walk would help clear his mind so that he could decide what to do. After all, Gene had no intention of becoming Anderson's secretary if there was any possible chance to avoid it. A minute later, after Gene had grabbed his stash of emergency money, he left his house again, this time walking on foot, hoping... praying that there was some way out of his mess. Some way for him to get back to normal. There had to be one. Somehow. As Gene walked down the street, he became aware of the way people were looking at him, particularly the men that he passed. He blushed, embarrassed at the stares and even more embarrassed when he caught himself thinking that many of those men were attractive. As soon as Gene realized what he was thinking, he turned bright red, unable to deny that he was finding men attractive now. And not all of them very handsome either. "Damn them," he growled, suddenly furious, remembering that he'd also found men attractive at the company. "What the hell did they do to me?" But Gene already knew the answer. Whatever it was that they'd done to his mind so that he'd walk like a woman... was also the same thing that thing that they'd done to make him like men... whether he wanted to or not. After all, Gene thought to himself with a sneer, the perfect prostitute would not only have to be attracted to men... but not very discriminating either. Trying not to think about that anymore, Gene focused on just walking own the street. However it wasn't easy, especially with the new sensations from his own body which acted as a constant reminder. A few minutes later, Gene stopped in front of a corner store, frowning for a moment as he considered whether to go in or not. There wasn't really anything that he needed, though that didn't mean that he couldn't at least go in. Then he looked down at the large breasts on his chest and sighed, wondering if he would ever get used to those. He hoped not. While Gene was standing there, he noticed that there were two young men, leaning up against the wall just a few feet from the door. They were both smoking and laughing, though their laughter stopped as soon as they saw Gene. "Wow," one of the men whispered, staring straight at Gene's chest. The other one forced a smile though he still looked embarrassed. "Um.... hi." Gene hesitated for a moment, watching the two men and trying not to think about how attractive they looked to him. Or how hard his nipples were at the moment. Finally he blushed slightly and responded, "Hi." Then as Gene started to move towards the door, he glanced at the cloud of smoke that was coming from the two men. Breathing in, he was surprised at just how nice it smelled. Normally he couldn't stand the smell of cigarette smoke, coughing and gagging with just a little bit of it. But now, Gene absently took a deeper breath before going inside. "Anderson," Gene muttered to himself quietly after he was away from the cloud of smoke. He frowned, remembering that Anderson had wanted him to be a smoker. But that was ridiculous, Gene thought to himself. You couldn't just flip a switch and make someone into a smoker, could you? However, as Gene thought about his new mannerisms and attraction to men, he wasn't sure about that anymore. Especially not when his eyes kept going towards the cigarette rack while having a growing urge. Finally, after Gene had walked through the store and was about to leave, he suddenly stopped and turned back towards the counter, a strong temptation inside of him. He stared at the cigarette rack again, wondering if he should keep fighting his new programming, or just go along with it for now and save his strength. He thought about the other changes they'd made to him and strongly suspected that it would be rather useless to keep fighting it. However it was Gene's pride and stubborn determination that won out. Turning around, Gene left the store without looking back, heading back towards his house. ----- Gene suddenly sat up on his couch, woken from his nap by the doorbell ringing. For a moment, Gene grabbed at his chest and crotch, grimacing as he realized that it hadn't been a dream. That it hadn't been a nightmare. Then climbing off the couch and slipping his high heels back on, Gene impatiently snapped out, "Hold your horses." Then he grimaced again, wondering how he was going to explain himself to whomever was there. When Gene got to the door a moment later, he peaked through the peephole and let out a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Alex. He paused for a moment, stepping away from the door, feeling mixed emotions. Gene wasn't sure to be relieved that it was Alex or pissed off. After all, it was Alex's fault that he'd been changed. Then Gene decided that he could decide that later and opened the door. "Gene?" Alex asked nervously, stepping inside, looking extremely guilty. "God... I'm so sorry. I didn't want to..." "I know," Gene responded, unable to bring himself to look Alex in the eyes. They both silently sat down in the living room, Gene on the couch and Alex on the recliner a short distance away. Neither said a word and avoided even looking at each other. Finally Gene quietly asked, "Can you change me back?" He tried to keep the tears from his eyes or the quiver of rear from his voice. "I... I don't know," Alex admitted, scratching at his beard. "I don't think so. At least not back to the old you... but..." Alex scratched at his beard and started intently at Gene. "If we can both get back into the lab, then I could probably at least change you to a different prototype." Gene gulped then asked, "Why can't you turn me back to normal?" He glared at his friend. "The process is complicated," Alex admitted quietly. "We can only change things according to the program. To the prototypes that we've already developed and your old self was never made into a program." Then taking a deep breath, Alex said, "It was never intended for this. Not for this." He shook his head and stared at Gene, a guilty expression in his eyes. "Originally it was meant to help the sick and injured or perform simple cosmetic surgery. However the programs were too complex... too powerful. It couldn't handle making those small changes. Not unless the subject's entire body was stored in the memory, and the scanners couldn't take up that much. The only thing we could do was load changes according to preprogrammed prototypes." "Why this?" Gene snapped, gesturing down at himself. "Why turn me into a hooker?" he spat it out furiously. Alex stared at the ground uncomfortably. "Once we found that it wasn't practical for cosmetic surgery, we realized that we could use it for other things. To be able to adapt people to environments or occupations. To maybe even help colonize other planets by letting us adapt to the environments," Alex looked up and sighed. "When we were creating some of the prototypes, we made some just as an exercise. They weren't supposed to be used. Most were even failures." Then Alex whispered, "Just like yours." For a moment, Gene just stared at Alex. "Well how the hell am I going to get back to normal?" He grabbed his breasts and yelled, "I don't wanna have tits like this for the rest of my life!" Alex winced at that. "We have to get into the lab and Anderson's taken precautions against that. My access is a little more limited than before and there's no way we can get you in there. At least not yet." Alex took a deep breath and looked Gene in the eyes. "There is no way I can change you at all without that equipment." "Oh God," Gene whispered, already having suspected that much but still not liking the confirmation. "But what can I do?" As Gene asked that he stared at Alex, trying not to show that he was beginning to get turned on again. For a long moment, Alex just stared at Gene with a scowl on his face. "You have to play along." He paused, looking extremely pained. "I know how bad that is... but it's the only way that you have any chance at all. He has an even bigger hold on both of us than you realize." "Shit!" Gene snarled, hating the idea. But he had already guessed that there wasn't any other choice. None. And if Alex couldn't help him, Gene didn't think that anyone could. "I'm sorry," Alex apologized again, staring at the ground sadly. Gene stood up, trying not to stare at the bulge in the front of Alex's pants. As embarrassing as it was for him to admit, even to himself, he knew exactly how Alex felt at the moment. Thanks to the rewiring they'd done to his sexual preferences. "You won't be able to stay here you know," Alex told Gene quietly. "Your neighbors would get suspicious." "I know," Gene responded quietly, though it was the first time that he'd considered that problem. At the moment, he already had more problems than he could handle. But still he knew that he would have to figure something out. Probably after getting his new identification papers from Anderson. The thought made him feel a little ill. Gene walked around the room for a couple minutes while they talked and then finally sat back down. He absently crossed his legs in a very feminine manner and smiled sexily at Alex, obviously making his friend a little uncomfortable. Gene just chuckled at that beginning to find it amusing how easily he could do that with so little effort. After Gene had been talking with Alex for a while longer, he tore his eyes away from Alex, no longer able to deny how attracted he was becoming to his friend. Gene reminded himself that it was just his new programming, but that didn't change the fact that Alex was really turning him on. "Are you all right?" Alex asked, frowning slightly as he looked at Gene. Nodding Gene forced a smile as he stared at Alex. "I'm fine..." Gene responded quietly. But as Gene looked away from Alex, he thought about what his new job as Anderson's secretary was going to entail. The thought made him somewhat ill since he knew that Anderson wouldn't take it easy on him. The only chance that he possibly had to at least become a guy again was to first become Mr. Anderson's... slut. Then Gene looked back at Alex, staring at him silently for a moment before finally coming to a decision. If he was going to be forced to have sex with men, he would be damned if Anderson would be his first. Gene became determined that the first time at least was going to be his decision. It was the only control that he had over his life at all. "Um... Alex..." Gene began licking his lips and shifting position to show Alex a better view of his cleavage. He felt somewhat embarrassed by the fact that he was trying to seduce his best friend, but not nearly as much as he would have expected. "Can you do me a favor?" "Anything," Alex quickly responded, leaning forward. Gene took a deep breath before spurting out, "Kiss me." "WHAT?" Alex jumped to his feet in surprise. Blushing Gene stood up as well, looking down at his feet and trying to think of what to say. Finally he looked back up, noticing the prominent bulge that was still in Alex's pants. "Kiss me," Gene told him, this time more of an order than a request. "Please." "But..." Alex stepped back or at least tried to with the chair in the way. "You're a guy... I mean, you're my best friend..." "Do I look like a guy?" Gene spat out, stepping closer to Alex and looking up at his friend. "You and Anderson made damn sure of that I wasn't." He took a deep breath and in a quieter voice continued with tears beginning to form, "You know what that bastard wants to do with me. I... I won't have any choice in that and if I'm going to have to have sex as a woman... I don't want my first time to be with him." Gene wiped a tear from his cheek and stared straight into Alex's eyes. "I want it to be with someone that I care about." Alex stared at Gene for a moment, obviously stunned. "But..." "Whatever you did to my mind," Gene whispered, still a little embarrassed, "you made it so that I'm... attracted to you. Very." "Shit." Alex's eyes went wide. Then before Alex could protest any more, Gene threw himself against Alex, grabbing him close for a kiss. At that moment, most of Gene's guilt and embarrassment faded away, leaving his hormones in control. Alex only protested for half a second before he gave into the sexy woman that obviously wanted him. A minute later, Gene and Alex had stumbled to the couch, both already only half dressed. Gene moaned as Alex started kissing and manipulating his nipples then moaned much louder as he felt Alex's fingers penetrate his hot and eager lips. "Oh God," Gene whispered, kissing Alex passionately. He moaned again, feeling the sexual tension quickly building towards orgasm. It felt so strong... so good. Then with Alex's manipulation, Gene exploded into orgasm. Waves of intense pleasure washed through him, more than any that he'd ever felt before. "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God." Alex pulled his fingers out and Gene just collapsed back against the couch for a moment, trying to soak up the intense pleasure that he still felt. He was completely amazed at the sensations and even more so by the fact that his body was still revving to go, hungry for more. Then licking his lips, Gene slipped his own fingers down between his legs, letting two of them go inside of him for a moment before bringing them up to his face. Gene then sniffed his fingers for a moment before licking them. "Mmmm," he sighed, "tasty." Gene licked his lips again, deciding that he was rather tasty. After pulling his fingers away, Gene's eyes went Alex once again, particularly the prominent bulge in his shorts. Gene smiled, feeling a slight need inside of him as he grabbed for Alex's shorts and pulled them down. Then Gene stopped for a moment, staring at Alex's cock. He couldn't believe what he was thinking...what he was going to do. But without any further hesitation, Gene bent down and started licking. "Oh... that feels good," Alex groaned. Gene just continued to lick at Alex's cock and balls, using the extra length of his tongue to fullest advantage. As he gave his full administration, a deep part of Gene screamed that what he was doing was wrong. That he should be ashamed and humiliated at doing it. And though a small part of him was, that part was drowned out by the fully functional female body and hormones that currently directed Gene. A moment later, Gene took Alex's whole organ down his throat, swallowing it all with an ease that amazed him. Obviously, Gene realized absently, even his gag reflex had been removed as part of the programming. However at the moment he was far too busy to put much thought into that. After several minutes of this, Gene suddenly felt a burst of warm salty fluid filling his mouth and throat, just as Alex began to pull himself out. The warm cum filled Gene's mouth and spilled out onto his chin, dripping down onto his breasts. For a moment, Gene just stood there frozen, surprised at his own actions and even more so how great the warm cum tasted in his mouth. It was absolutely delicious. Gene swallowed it all, moaning slightly in delight. He stared at Alex in amazement, absently licking the taste from his lips. "That's good," Gene whispered, wiping at the spilled cum on his chin and breasts then licking that up as well. He sighed, absolutely loving it. He couldn't believe how good the stuff tasted, never imagining that it could be so good. It had to be the most delicious thing that Gene had ever tasted. "God that's good." Then Gene blinked, staring at Alex with a renewed grin. He moved closer to his friend and spread his legs a bit before demanding, "Take me." Alex just stared at Gene for a moment, not making a move though he obviously wanted to. "I..." "Common Alex," Gene demanded, "fuck me... God I want it... now." For a moment, Alex started to position himself, much to Gene's delight, when suddenly Alex pulled back. "I can't," Alex gulped, getting off the couch and stepping back. "WHAT?" Gene demanded, jumping to his feet in confusion. "What do you mean? I need it. I'm so horny..." Gene furiously fingered his breast with one hand and his vagina with the other. Shaking his head, Alex stepped back again, a haunted look in his eyes. "I can't. God I'm sorry Gene... I can't." Then with that Alex fumbled with his pants, pulling them back up as he rushed towards the front door. Before Gene could do anything, Alex was already gone. Gene stared at the door for a moment, furious. "DAMN HIM!" Gene screamed, frantically going at himself. He needed release and cursed Alex as he returned to the couch to finish the job himself. As he did so, Gene thought that he could almost imagine looking forward to the next day. However, he was quickly too busy for such thoughts as his body's needs demanded urgent attention. In the morning, Gene stood silently in front of the door to Mr. Anderson's office, his hand frozen as he hesitated to knock. He frowned, remembering that he'd already spent over half an hour earlier that morning, staring at himself in front of the mirror as he reconsidered his decision. He knew very well what it would mean to become Anderson's secretary...but the results of not doing so could very likely be even worse. In the end, Gene knew that he didn't really have any choice. So taking a deep breath, Gene finally knocked on the office door. A minute later, the office door swung open and Mr. Anderson stepped out, staring at Gene with a smug appraising look. "Good," he told Gene, gesturing for Gene to go inside. Once inside and with the door closed, Anderson stared at Gene for a moment then tapped a folder on the edge of his desk. "Your new identity." Without a word, Gene blushed brightly and picked up the folder, quickly looking inside. It had a drivers license and a few other papers, but Gene didn't miss the fact that there wasn't a birth certificate or any of the other papers that would be needed to prove he really existed. He grimaced, remembering what Anderson had previously said about the identity easily being revoked. "Ashley S. Summers," Gene read the name off the drivers license, glancing questioningly at Anderson. "What?" Anderson demanded. "Did you think that I would have given you papers for Gina Howard?" He snorted at that scowling at Gene who just stared at the floor, having half expected just that. Then he stared at his drivers license again and winced when he realized what his new initials spelled out. "Now Ashley..." Anderson started with a sneer, "it's time for you to start your new duties." He smirked and grabbed one of Gene's breasts. Gene gasped and instinctively tried to step backwards but Anderson didn't let him. Without another word, Anderson pulled Gene to him then forcefully kissed him. It was all Gene could do to keep from fighting back, at least until his own body started to respond to his employers touch. He hated himself for doing so and for being turned on as he kissed Anderson back. After several minutes of kissing and fondling Gene, Anderson had unzipped his pants then simply said, "Suck me baby." For a long moment, Gene just stared at the average sized cock that was firmly displayed in front of him. Thoughts of Alex and the night before flashed through his mind at rapid speed and before Gene realized it, he was salivating and licking his lips... hungry for that delicious taste again. Without any further hesitation, Gene got down and eagerly went to work. A short while later, Anderson had emptied his load and Gene had swallowed every bit of it. Then, while Anderson pulled his pants back up, Gene leaned back against the desk, staring at the wall, amazed at just how little shame he actually felt from his actions. He would have expected to feel a lot more so. A lot more disgusted and guilty than he did. But while those emotions were still present, they were much, much weaker than they should have been under the circumstances. Once Anderson had finished getting his pants back up and buckled, he smiled triumphantly towards Gene then absently reached for the pack of cigarettes on his desk. A moment later, he had lit a cigarette and blew a stream of smoke, straight at Gene. "Not bad," Anderson added, taking another drag. Gene stayed where he was on the floor, his nostrils filled with the sweet scent of the cigarette smoke. The urge to have one that he'd felt since the day before returned, but much stronger. Gene nearly shook while he stared at Anderson, or more specifically, the smoldering cigarette between his fingers. That was what Gene wanted. No, he corrected himself mentally, that was what he needed. Taking a deep breath, Gene hesitantly asked, "May I... can I have one?" He looked down at the floor for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed, then back up at Anderson hopefully. Anderson stared at Gene in surprise, then gasped, "I'd almost forgotten about that. You mean you haven't started yet?" He shook his head then offered a cigarette to Gene who quickly accepted it. For a brief moment, Gene just held the cigarette between his fingers, staring at it. He clearly remembered his previous dislike of them, but at the moment that seemed unimportant. Without any further hesitation, Gene put one end between his lips then leaned forward to light the other with the flame that Anderson offered from his lighter. As Gene drew in, the warm smoke filled his mouth and lungs, both tasting and feeling very pleasant as it went down. Gene nearly moaned as he blew the smoke back out. It was divine. It was better than he'd ever imagined and with that one puff, Gene knew without a doubt that he was now a confirmed smoker, just like Anderson had intended. "Thank you," Gene forced himself to say, blowing a long satisfying stream of smoke out overhead. He glanced to the cigarette between his fingers which now almost seemed to belong there. Obviously another part of the alterations. Then Gene got to his feet and watched Anderson warily. Mr. Anderson reached over and pulled several folders off of his desk and then handed them to Gene. "Here. I need these papers typed up for me ASAP." And with that he moved to his chair. When Gene just stared at him for a moment, Anderson snapped, "MOVE." "Yes... sir," Gene practically growled back, taking the folders that Anderson had just given him as well as his new identification papers towards the door. Towards the desk on the other side that had been occupied by that Sally girl just the day before. His desk now, he reminded himself, knowing that it was time to start the less distasteful part of his new duties. ----- Gene leaned back in his chair and sighed, rubbing at his eyes for a moment. He'd spent the last several hours typing up all the papers Anderson had given him and then redoing them when Anderson had changed his mind. Then there were the 3 letters that he'd had to type and the chewing out that he'd gotten from several people who had called wanting to talk to Mr. Anderson when he didn't want to deal with them. "God I hate this," Gene grumbled, silently cursing both Anderson and Alex. Glancing to the clock on the bottom of his computer, Gene sighed and stood up. After adjusting his skirt, he started towards the break area, absently hoping that there was someone there that he could borrow a cigarette off of, just as he had for his previous break. He'd already had to borrow another one from Anderson and knew that he would soon have to buy some of his own. Several minutes later, Gene was in the buildings only smokers break area, smiling slightly to himself when he saw a rather attractive blonde woman sitting at the table, a cigarette smoldering between her fingers. She looked to be in her late twenties or even early thirties and Gene was sure that he'd seen her around the building before, though he had no real idea what her name was or where she worked. "Hi," Gene interrupted t