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I plan on making several stories in this series, and if others want to, you are more than free to do so. Flipped By Po The 21 year-old rich and spoiled Brad, who was mysteriously bribed 100,000 dollars by MTV, agreed to appear on MTV's brand new show "Flipped". But exactly who he would be switching places with was still a mystery. But he didn't let it get to him... as long as he got paid and added more money to his illustrious bank. But... he had no idea what was about to happen to him. Brad had woken up to the sound of a knocking at the door in the motel MTV provided for him. It was mysteriously a feminine room, complete with a canopy bed and a dresser with all of a woman's needs on it and with lingerie inside. But Brad figured MTV just made a screw up. Nobody's perfect, right? "Argh..." Brad groaned... looking at the clock. "It's only 6 AM, dammit." Brad pulled the sheets off of him and stood up wobbly. He staggered over to the door and opened it. In came several middle-aged women with a numerous amount of huge pink shopping bags in their hands and a cameraman behind them all. "Good morning, Sapphire." The lady right in front of Brad said. "Sapphire?" Brad said, confused. "Who's Sapphire?" "Oh... you are, of course." She said with a reassuring smile. "Umm... no." Brad said, as if the lady was crazy. "My name is Brad." "...Nope... you're Sapphire." The lady said forcing her way inside. "Umm... okay..." Brad said, confused as the other ladies and the cameraman came in. One of them turned the light on, which caused Brad to squint his unadjusted eyes in pain. "Here..." One of the ladies gave Brad two pink bottles. One of them looked like it was a Clearasil bottle turned pink and the other one was obviously a body wash. Neither of them had names on them. "Go take a shower and use these. Be out in under 10 minutes... or else..." "Or else?" Brad thought. "Or else what?" But he didn't pay it any mind. He figured they were just kidding so he went into the bathroom, intending on staying in there as long as he wanted. He took off all of his clothes and stepped into the shower. He rubbed the body wash all over his body and he felt his body tingle all over... as if magic fingers were running all over his body. He thought nothing of it and continued rubbing it all over his body from his neck down. In a few minutes, he was done, and began washing his face with the other bottle. He felt a similar sensation spread on his face, but he also ignoring it, thinking there must've probably been some fleas in the shower. When he was done, he stepped out of the shower and was stupefied when he looked at the floor of the shower. There was hair all over it. He looked down at himself and discovered he had not a single hair on his body! "What the hell?" Brad said, rubbing his body. It felt incredibly smooth and soft. He had been as hairless as the day he was born. He then remembered... "I washed my face with that stuff, too." He immediately looked in a mirror, only to discover that his face was hairless as well and had acquired the brand new smoothness and softness the rest of his body had. Even his crotch hair was gone! He remembered was growing a slight goatee the other day, but now it was all gone. Even his eyebrows and his eyelashes and even his sideburns were gone. The only hair he now had on his body was that on his scalp. "Weird..." Brad said, as he took a robe and put it on him. When he looked down at it, he discovered it was a girl's robe, pink, soft and feminine just for him. "What The hell?!" He looked around for another robe but discovered there were no more. And the clothes he had worn were now gone. He figured somebody came in and took them while he was showering. "What are they doing to me?" Brad said, walking outside awkwardly due to the feminine apparel he had on that was covering his smooth and soft body. "There you are, Sapphire!" One of the women said, happily. "I like that robe. It looks so great on you." Brad, looking at the camera, could only imagine the millions of viewers across America that would see this taping later on. It was be humiliating, but what the heck, he thought. He'd be rich. "Come! Sit down!" One woman pulled out a chair in front of the dresser. Brad reluctantly sat down. "Your first day at your new job starts in an hour and a half." She said, rubbing his shoulder. "Aren't you excited?!" "Uh... I guess so." Brad said, shrugging. "We're gonna make you look the best you possibly can so you can make a good first impression." The lady said, placing a beautiful blonde wig on Brad. It hung down to his shoulder blades. Brad's anxiety was growing, but he kept still. "Your hair looks so beautiful." The lady said, brushing it. One lady put on scarlet, one inch, oval shaped clip on nails on Brad's fingernails. Brad never really had manly and strong hands, so it blended in to give his hands a soft and feminine look. The same lady put on scarlet clip on toenails on his toenails. They even put a ring with a sapphire jewel on it on his right ring finger. "Umm..." Brad said in a shaky voice. "What're you doing to me?" "We're gonna make you look like a beautiful young woman, Sapphire." One woman said as they handcuffed Brad to the table. "Don't resist. Or you'll lose that 10,000 dollars." Now Brad was scared. He was forcibly going to be made to look like a woman. There was a psychological war ensuing in Brad's id and it was a stalemate. Should he stay and deal and cope with the humiliation, afterwards being even more rich than he was previously, or should he be a man of pride and dignity and say no? All the while, thin, arched blonde eyebrows were placed where his bushy black eyebrows once were and new eyelashes were put on him... only they were much, much longer and thicker. While the stalemate of a bloody war of morality took place in his mind, Brad watched his face transform right before his eyes. Already, his face looked like a woman's. He never really had much of a manly face, either. Black eyeliner was put on the rims of his eyes, and from top to bottom, purple, lavender, white and sliver sparkly eye shadow was applied to his eyelids. A light amount of blush was brushed on his cheeks while glossy pink lipstick was applied to his androgynous lips. Gorgeous deep blue contact lenses were put in his eyes to cover up his pale brown eyes. Clip on, golden dangling earrings with sapphire gems hanging at the end of them were clipped on her earlobes. What he found peculiar was that none of the cosmetics had names or brands on them, just like those two bottles he showered himself with didn't, but he paid it no mind. He now had the face of a very pretty 21 year-old woman. "Stand." A lady said, taking the cuffs off of Brad. "Don't try to run, either." He ran. He pushed the ladies down and he ran. 'I'm gonna make it!' He thought. He was right in front of the door. The moment he stepped outside a tall, muscular and virile man blocked his path. He looked up at him as if he were a giant, which he was, technically. He was hiding there all along. "Didn't she tell you not to run?" He said, picking Brad up effortlessly and threw him back inside. This time the door was closed and locked. "Now for that, I'm gonna make you wear worse clothes. Plus, you now have 3,000 dollars deducted from your pay." One lady said. Brad felt a stun gun electrify him from behind and he fell on the floor. Just what did he get himself into? One lady threw what looked like a flesh-colored elastic swimsuit. He took of his robe, stepped into it and one lady came from behind him and zipped it up. Brad examined it. On its chest were pubescent female breasts and on its crotch was a pink feminine slit being covered up by a neat patch of triangular blonde hair. It even had a cute little navel. And Brad could feel that his waist was being constricted greatly. He could hardly breathe and his lower spine was in pain. He could see his waist now looked slim and his hips looked feminine and so did his butt. But it was all a pair of the swimsuit. He felt it. It felt just like real skin and looked like it, too. Anybody looking at him right now would think he had a female body. "This here is our latest invention. We all it the 'Bodifier'. It's an elastic flesh-colored and very realistic flesh looking and feeling swimsuit that is so elastic, it can fit any person, regardless of size or weight. There are two versions... pump version and remote controlled version. This one is a remote controlled version. You see, the purpose of it is to help women who are self conscious about their small hips and or butt size or their waist or breasts. This pumps jelly into the buttocks, thus making it grow bigger, which makes it look like you have a bigger butt. And in the hips are hard and indestructible hip shaped object that can be enlarged by air. When you make your buttocks bigger, the hips also enlarge and fill up with more air. And the breasts you see... jelly can be pumped into them, too and your waist can be made smaller. See?" She took out a remote and pressed a button. Suddenly, the "Bodifier" grew larger. The hips on it grew wider and the buttocks grew larger and his fake breasts grew from their pubescent state to a B-cup size. He felt his waist constrict even more and the pain in his lower spine only grew worse. Brad was amazed. "See? And it also acts like a gaff, hiding that unladylike obstruction in between your legs. Don't fret, it's still there. It's just tucked in between your legs so far that it is incapable of becoming erect. The torso part of the suit is called the 'Torbuster' and the lower part is called the 'Hiputter'." A lady came behind Brad and pulled the handle for the zipper off. "That was to make sure you can't take it off. As the day goes on, we'll gradually make some... changes to your 'body'." Brad was now trapped. He had no choice to obey them. The course of his day could be easily changed with just the push of a button. If he disobeyed them or did something they didn't like, he would be walking case of T and A. Brad was handed a black taffeta skirt that was short with a pair of black nylon stockings with garters and satin scarlet panties trimmed in black lace. At least the back of it was satin. The front of it was transparent nylon with floral patterns embedded in it, allowing anybody to see his naked feminine groin. "Put these on. Panties, then stockings and put the garters on, and then the skirt." The panties were a cinch, but the stockings were a different story. He had to put the seam across his toes first and then roll the stockings up slowly until it ended at his mid-thigh. He repeated with the other stocking and put the garters on. Now was the skirt. He stepped into it and pulled it up and zipped it up. If he were to bend over, his garters would show. "Put this on." A white silk blouse was thrown at him. He slipped his unmanly arms into it and had difficulty buttoning it up with his long fake nails, but he got it done. He was handed a pair of 4" black high heels to step into and he did so. It fit perfectly. His feet never were big, he remembered, so his feet would have no problem looking feminine. "You look so beautiful!" One lady, cheered. "Come! Look at yourself!" The lady took Brad's hand and dragged him in front of the dresser. In the mirror, he saw a very pretty blonde woman in her 20's dressed up in business like apparel. No signs of Brad were evident. Brad remembered he never really was a tall guy. Just a small 5'7. "Whoa..." Brad said. "That's me?" "Yes..." One lady said. "And don't speak in that unladylike voice of yours. It will give you away. Just pretend you have laryngitis. But don't worry. At the end of this episode, you won't have to pretend to be a woman, anymore." One lady put a neckline on Brad's neck with a Sapphire jewel on it. "Can't forget this, can you?" And he was also handed a black leather purse. A watch rimmed with sapphire was placed on his wrist and sprayed a lovely and arousing scent all over her, mostly in her breasts. "Well, you're off!" --- Brad was forced to go to work alone. He had trouble walking in his high heels but he eventually adjusted. Little did he know, there was a camera in the car he was assigned and that was even a camera in his purse. There was even a camera in that Sapphire necklace he wore. He had to constantly look at the directions in his purse to find out where exactly to go, receiving a few glances from a few male drivers on the way. When he reached there, he found out just what his new job was. He was a secretary. "You gotta be kidding me..." Brad, muttered. "I don't wanna be no slut of a secretary." Brad gritted his teeth as he got out and entered the building. He was lead to his desk by another secretary. He was the lowest secretary there, he discovered. "Ms. Roulette!" An angry man well-groomed and in his 30's irately addressed Brad as he walked up to him. "You're 30 minutes late!" Brad didn't respond. "What do you have to say for yourself?" Brad feigned laryngitis and gestured to his throat while shaking his head and grimacing. "Oh... laryngitis, huh?" He said, still angry. He had a good idea of what the person he knew as Sapphire Roulette must've been doing the previous night as he gave a dirty look down at her. "Well fine. I'll let it slide. But one more lateness and you're outta here." For the rest of the day, Brad was ordered to type reports, give coffee and other "treats" to the higher ups and other whatnots. As he was typing, he hated the constant mistakes he made due to his long, fake nails, but he coped with it. While he was sitting there in his cushioned chair, typing, he felt the chair under him get fluffier... or... "Oh God..." Brad gasped, reaching behind him and feeling his posterior. It was that time. They were "changing" him. He felt his fake and feminine butt, as it grew larger beneath his hands. At the same time, his fake breasts were growing larger, his hips were growing wider and his waist was constricting even more. "Stop, dammit." He groaned, as he could feel the pillow-like sitting sensation he had all day grow bigger. The fake weight on his chest grew larger. A few seconds later he stopped. He inspected the changes. He could feel a definite largeness in his posterior as he sat there and his hips were even wider and his breasts were even bigger. He then felt a burning and aching sensation in his lips and a burning sensation in his cheeks and his eyelids. He took a hand mirror on his desk and looked at his face. It seemed normal. Nothing was wrong at all. Why did his lips, cheeks and eyelids hurt, then? "Stop admiring yourself and get back to work, Ms. Roulette!" Brad's boss flared again, almost making him jump out of his seat. He went back to typing. --- Brad was on a break, finally. He had to be back within an hour. He took off with the car and tried to leave town. He could make it he thought. "Stupid bitches." Brad said, throwing his purse in the passenger seat. "They were stupid to give me this car." Brad, being bored, decided to turn on the radio and listen to some music. "We're stupid bitches who were stupid to give you this car, huh?" A familiar voice boomed on the radio. It was one of the ladies Brad met in the motel! "What the hell?!" Brad said, taking occasional glances at the radio then back at the road. "How... how'd you do that?!" "We knew you'd do something like this, so we modified this car. You see... this isn't any old car. This is a 'special' car." Suddenly, Brad's arms were twisted as the steering wheel seemed to take on a life of its own as it turned to a nearby exit. "What the fuck?!" Brad said, trying to twist the steering wheel back in the direction he wanted it to, but it wouldn't work. The steering wheel became independent. "What are you bitches doing?!" Brad yelled into the radio, as ridiculous as he thought it was. "We're going to take you on a ride, Sapphire. This is one ride you're going to regret." Then all of a sudden, the radio started blasting miscellaneous noises and sounds, hurting Brad's ears in the process. Brad got an idea of slamming on the brakes, and he did, but they wouldn't respond. The car just kept on accelerating all by itself. Brad figured they must've been controlling the car somehow. He tried open the door in an attempt to jump out of a speeding car, as risky as it was, but the car doors locked all on its own before he could open it and it would unlock no matter how hard he tried. He tried lowering the window so he could slide out of it instead, but even the windows wouldn't respond. The car was trapping him. He even tried to change the gear of the car, but the lever wouldn't move. Suddenly, the air conditioner in the car came on, and it went all the way on hot. 'They're trying to suffocate me!' Brad, thought. But then again, he was important to their program, so they couldn't just kill him. He tried moving to the backseat, remembering that there was an object he saw back there earlier. He could use it to break the windows and escape. But the seatbelt, as if by magic, fastened Brad's small waist to the seat all by itself. Brad could feel the strap of the seatbelt get tighter on his chest as it started to grow again. So did his butt and his hip and his waist grew smaller even more. He was panting, gasping and sweating due to the hot air. The car then seemed to be taking turns and U-turns and braking and accelerating when necessary all by itself. At least he didn't have to drive, he thought. He looked up at the mirror of the pad on top of him that he lowered earlier when the sun was in his eyes. Was it his imagination, or did his lips seem fuller? And were his cheeks a little higher and puffier? He couldn't tell. He was too dizzy and disoriented by the very hot air and the sounds from the radio still blasting. It sounded like scrambled rock music being played at full volume. Brad just rested his head on the headrest and went along for the ride. For the next 30 minutes, the car drove Brad around a vacant parking lot in a circle, making him feel sick as if he had rode on a dozen roller coasters. He nearly passed out. --- Brad was five minutes late when he got back. "Ms. Roulette! You're late again!" Brad's boss flared once again as he stomped up to his desk again. But this time he noticed something new about Sapphire... "Come in my office." He said with a mysterious gleam in his eye. Brad reluctantly followed him into his office. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to fire you." Brad shook his head vehemently in disapproval as if to say "No! Please!" Brad knew those ladies would kill him if he got fired. "Will you do anything to keep this job?" Brad nodded, gingerly. "Anything?" Brad nodded again. When Brad found out what he wanted him to do, he wished he hadn't nodded. He had to give him a blowjob. He felt sick. He wanted to regurgitate. And as he gave him a blowjob, he could feel a conspicuous increase of the size of his lips. They felt somewhat fuller. What was happening to him? Brad nearly went crazy as he typed more reports, not noticing all the various typos and errors he made. When work was out, Brad ran to his car, heels clacking all the way, opened it up, got inside, slammed the door, and was about to start the engine until he realized it would start all by itself, and it did. What was his inevitable destination this time? As he was thinking about that, his breasts and his butt started growing again. "Dammit, not again!" Brad yelled in frustration. He groaned in pain as his waist started constricting again and his hips got wider. He could feel his butt grow larger underneath him and the weight on his chest increase. This time, it didn't stop, it just kept on going. Suddenly the car stopped and unlocked. He figured this was his chance to escape and left. He ran out on the dark streets alone, heels clacking loudly as he did so and breasts bouncing heavily and growing more and more. He felt his butt jiggle wantonly and it was greatly straining the material of his sexy scarlet panties as it was growing huge. He was running so fast and distractedly, he bumped into a lady. "Sorry." Brad said in a low voice, noticing how the lady gave a disgusting look towards Brad, examining her and the way she was dressed, as she ran around her. When he reached around a corner. He stopped and took a brief rest, panting and gasping for air, feeling his huge and still growing breasts rise up and down with every quaking breath. The blouse was giving his huge breasts a colossal and irresistible amount of cleavage that would even arouse the dead, and the great amount of that irresistibly arousing scent that radiated mostly from them, and from all over his body didn't help, either. His lips had an excruciating ache in it and Brad swore he felt them growing with every ache. And his face was burning once again. He felt like a walking sex magnet, which is what he looked like at the moment. He noticed some movement from the corner of his eye and looked over. Men were running at him, but they sure didn't look like rapists. Brad started running again, but not as fast as he could because of the high heels he wore. Forget the damn money, he thought. His dignity was more important than just stupid money. With every step he took, his huge breasts bounced heavily, threatening to pull him down with each step. Eventually, a hand grabbed his arm firmly and he felt a needle penetrate his arm and he fell unconscious. *** Brad woke up to find himself lying on a soft, red feminine bed in a bedroom of a cheap apartment somewhere. He moaned as he felt a tremendous amount of weight on his chest, somehow with more force than before. As he lied down there, he could feel that his posterior was now positively huge. He could still smell that arousing scent on him. "Good morning, Bradley. Or I should say, Sapphire." Brad sat up slowly due to the huge weight on his chest. His breasts were still the same size they were when he was knocked unconscious. He knew they were simply prosthetics and that the weight was natural, but the weight had more realness to it than before. "Congratulations! You have completed your episode of MTV's Flipped! You don't have to pretend to be a woman anymore!" "Good. Now give me my money." Brad said in a foreign high- pitched tone that wasn't his own. He tried clearing his throat and speaking again, but that tone was still there. He now spoke in the breathy and seductive high-pitched soprano drawl of a gorgeous woman. "What did you do to my voice?!" "We simply altered it... permanently of course, but it's nothing. The men will just love your voice." "But didn't you say I wouldn't have to pretend to be a woman when this was all over?" "Of course, dear. You don't have to pretend anymore. Because now you are a woman, so there's no need to pretend." "What?!" Brad looked down as his huge breasts. He grabbed them roughly and squeezed them, only to feel his nipples grow as hard as bullets and was rewarded with undesired waves of pleasure running through him as his crotch grew slightly wet. His breasts were now real! Brad desperately reached behind him and tried to feel the zipper of the Bodifier he had been stuck with but felt nothing... all he felt was skin - HIS skin "It's no use, dear. It's true. We took off that silly Bodifier and made everything on you real - artificial ovaries, all the right equipment and everything. Stop fooling yourself." Brad tugged at his hair, and only received a pain in his scalp in return. He tugged at his eyebrows, eyelashes, her finger and toenails and at the earrings on his earlobes, only to receive pain in return. He felt in his eyes for the green contact lens that were placed in there, but only succeeded in irritating his eye and he knew that the contacts weren't taken out, either. It couldn't be true, he thought. It just couldn't. He stood up and as he walked, he felt his very wide hips make dramatic, sensuous, and twisting oscillations he wasn't used to making. He looked in the mirror. In the mirror, he saw the most incredibly gorgeous and desirable woman he had ever laid eyes on. And it was himself! This goddess had beautiful, thick crown of golden blonde hair that dung down to her shoulder blades. That golden blonde crown of hair framed a gorgeous oval-shaped face consisting of huge and opulent wet blood red lips that was practically begging to give a blowjob and gorgeous deep sea blue piercing and very inviting eyes that seemed like sapphire themselves being emphasized by very long and very thick eyelashes and, purple, lavender, white and silver sparkly eye shadow. Also, high puffy cheeks with a light amount of blush on them, a soft chin, thin blonde eyebrows in a sexy arch, and small pinned back ears with gorgeous expensive looking sapphire earrings on them. Her white silk blouse was being greatly stretched open by the two immense breasts she had on her small and delicate rib cage, creating a simply irresistible amount of cleavage that could even arouse the dead. That irresistibly arousing scent that was splashed all over them and that necklace with a conspicuous and shimmering sapphire gem on it resting in the huge valley of her breasts would only draw onlookers even more towards it. His arms were completely unmanly with no muscle tone at all. They were now just slender and his hands were now small, dainty and delicate with perfectly manicured oval shaped inch-half scarlet nails. Her right ring finger had a lovely sapphire ring on it that shone with brilliance. That led down to an impossibly tiny waist and flaring ultra wide hips. She wore a very short black taffeta skirt that even with the slightest bend would make her garters visible and even her panties. Her derriere was positively huge and perfectly rounded as it was arched out dramatically behind her. Seemingly endless and gorgeous legs encased in black nylon led to tiny feet with cute scarlet toenails perched in black 4" high heels. She was just absolutely gorgeous. Brad was wondering why and how his lips got so... so... so sensuous and erotic! "That's me?!?!!?" Brad yelled in utter disbelief. "Yes, Ms. Roulette. That lipstick I put on you was similar to paint. Leave it on for too long, and it stays only it isn't removable. It's permanent. That's a special lipstick I invented just for you that induces a permanent swell of the lip tissue. And that other makeup I applied on your face is also like paint. And think otherwise if you want, but you are real. You are 100% completely woman. The best gynecologist in all the nine planets would think you were born a woman." "But..." Brad was on the verge of tears. "What about my money?" "There was never any money, sweetie. To tell you the truth, we aren't even from MTV. We knew more money to fill your greedy hands would lure you into our trap, so we just used it as bait. We are really from a secret organization named 'Phliped'. We go around saving the world from budding chauvinists like you." "What?" "Don't think we didn't see that little 'secret' interview we did with you a few months ago." "I thought they said they weren't going to show that to anybody!" "Haven't I told you, already? Everything we told you is a lie. In your own words, you wanted to be a rich, powerful tyrant in the business world, just like your father, and take advantage of women who are in a hapless situation and need a job. Well guess what? Now it's really 'Flipped'. Now you can get to see what all those women who ran to your father went through, first hand." Then it hit Brad. This was their true intention. "Your name is Sapphire Roulette. You have no family, no friends, no relatives, no anything. All you have is this apartment, your cheap paying job as a secretary, and your body to get by. This time, money cannot save you. Why? Because you have none of it." It hit Brad like a boulder on the head. She was right. "That's right." She said, noticing the shock on his face. "This time, money won't be there to break your fall. The only things that will be there to break your fall are those huge breasts of yours. You're going to need those - you're going to need those every time a man penetrates you from behind and it hurts - you'll feel it every time you drop files by accident, and bend over to pick them up and have dozens of men looking up your skirt. You'll feel it every time you're called into the boss's office to 'help' him with something or to do him a 'favor'. You'll feel it every time you walk by and the ladies gossip about you talking about how much of a whore you are. You'll feel it every time the boss wants you to stay after hours to do extra 'work'." Brad was crying now. This couldn't be happening to him. "You can't do this to me!" Brad exclaimed in anger. "You can't get away with this! I'll tell the police!" The lady laughed. "Who would ever believe that you are Bradley? Look at you! You certainly don't look like a Bradley. Your glands are now producing female hormones and all your male ones have been eradicated. Every single trace of manliness on you has been eliminated. And with advanced laser techniques, we've randomly altered your finger and toe prints so that even the police won't be able to tell who you are. And with certain connections made here and there, we feigned your death - Tragic car accident off of a bridge. The body was never found. Now, Bradley doesn't exist anymore. You have a new identity now: new ID, new Driver's License, and new educational records. You are no longer a spoiled rich little brat who goes to Harvard and was a straight A student. Now you're a gorgeous, beautiful bimbo who graduated the last in your classes. All the money you had will be given to those who really need it. Oh." She looked at her watch. "You have to be at work in 5 minutes. You better get going. You are no longer under the supervision of Phliped nor are you under its influence. You are free." A crying Brad looked into his purse, dug underneath the sea of tampons, candy, and condoms and took out a pair of car keys. Not daring to look at the ladies and not having enough time to change his clothes, he ran hysterically again. His blonde hair was brushing his face and his huge breasts threatening to anchor him down to the ground with every heavy bounce and his huge butt jiggling and even bouncing behind him. He got outside and noticed a shiny and expensive looking Sapphire colored powerful Porsche. He saw his name taped on a window so he figured it was his. His trembling hands fumbled to get the keys in the keyhole for a few seconds, but soon he got it in, turned it, opened his door, and slammed it. His still trembling hands fumbled even more to get the keys in the ignition, but he managed to get it in, turned it. He heard the mighty powerful roar of the engine as it came to life and the high-pitched wheeze of 4 exhaustion pipes as he drove off, madly, not caring if he would get pulled over. He felt weird driving with high heels on. Taking occasional glances with his beautiful sapphire tear- clogged eyes at the mirror, she discovered a sapphire necklace was hanging from it! She even took occasional glances in her rearview mirror, looking at her flawless and gorgeous face. Her makeup was without a flaw, even though her face was drowning in tears. --- "That's it. I'm firing you." Brad's boss said, as Brad was standing in front of his desk in his office. Brad's face was still clogged with tears but the tears kept on flowing even more at this predicament. "No!" Brad beseeched in his sweet voice. "Please! This is the only job I have!" Brad had to really beg now. He was set free. He was out on his own in the world in the exaggeratedly sexy body of a gorgeous woman and he was dead broke. This job was all he had. If he didn't do this, what could he do? Brad didn't like being "one slut of a secretary" but thoughts of prostitution and stripping running through his head kept him going. Now this wasn't a matter of pride and dignity to him. It was a matter of survival. But never before did he have to go to such low methods of survival. He thought even if the most horrible of situations, it wouldn't matter. Money would save him. But now, he had none of it. Now only his job and his body could save him. "I'm sorry, Ms. Roulette. You've been late far too many times." "Please!" Brad said, leaning on his boss's desk, not realizing that his huge breasts and his colossal cleavage were now just inches away from his face and that his breasts were nearly popping out of their blouse. "...I'll let you stay as long as you want... if you agree to do something for me." "What?" "Sign this contract." His boss pulled out a contract. "You'll do anything?" "Anything!" "Then sign." Brad signed without reading. He knew it would be some legal contract, making him his slave. He had heard his dad do it too many times when his dad would secretly brag to him about his many escapades with various secretaries. The ol' sign the contract trick, he called it. He would always do it when hapless and helpless secretaries that he falsely threatened to fire - sometimes even when there wasn't even anything to fire them for - begged to keep their job - saying they'd do anything just like Brad was going right now. Brad loved it and hoped to have one day been able to do it to his secretary one day, but ironically, he was a VICTIM of it and he was the secretary. "You are now my property, Ms. Sapphire Roulette. You must do anything and everything I say, and if you break our contract, I'll have you know I can put you in prison for that." Brad was trapped. "The contract says, you agree to work for me permanently, and you will work at no other job - not even part time. You will be my full time personal secretary, and at times, even my personal maid." His boss had an impish gleam in his eye, imagining all the sexual havoc he would reek upon that sexy curvaceous, hourglass-shaped and gorgeous fuckable body of his new personal secretary. "You will still be paid a medium amount of money. Is that clear?" "...Yes..." Sapphire said, hanging her head down, accepting her new inescapable fate. "Good..." His boss said, standing up and walking in front of Brad. Brad could do nothing, as the boss planted a passionate kiss on his huge, red lips. Brad could do nothing but stolidly accept it. Brad could feel his boss's hands go up his short skirt, and massage and rub his new real red nylon-encased wet cunt with lovely floral patterned decorating it. A moan escaped Brad's luscious lips and they parted as his boss's tongue invaded his mouth. His boss's hand moved from under Brad's skirt and he started to unbutton Brad's blouse. Soon, it was completely unbuttoned and Brad's massive breasts were revealed in all their creamy, firm and majestic glory with huge red nipples as the icing on the cake. Brad was powerless to resist. He just let him go ahead and do what he wanted. He unzipped Brad's skirt, having a lot of difficulty getting the zipper down his huge ass, but he succeeded eventually and slipped it off. Now Brad was just in those very sexy scarlet panties. "I love your panties." His boss commented as he slipped them off of him, also. Now Brad was naked. The boss locked the door and slipped off his wedding ring finger off of his hand and placed it in his pocket as he walked back up to Brad and kissed him hard and passionately, again while caressing his breasts. Brad just let him do whatever he wanted. *** After Brad was violated in his boss's office - sexually, orally and anally - he sat at his desk, typing more humongous reports, shifting occasionally because of the large butt plug his boss forced him to wear, and he had to admit, it felt good, but he still hated it. His breath and his face and hair still reeked of sperm from his sexual adventure with his boss, but from the stories Brad's dad had secretly told him, this was just the beginning of his torment. As Brad recollected all of the stories his dad proudly told him, him forcing his secretaries to wear large butt plugs like the one he currently had on, forcing them to wear silly costumes and skimpy clothes to work and whatnot, he had always hoped to be able to live them and now he was - just on the wrong side. Every story his dad had told him was going to happen to him. And there was nothing he could now do, or ever do to prevent it. Various frauds and scams were made to declare him dead in a car accident off of a bridge when in reality he was alive and well. Every last bit of male hormones have been eradicated from his body and his endocrine glands were pumping out female hormones instead and it was impossible distinguish Brad's vagina from the real thing. Not even the police could save him with his altered finger and toe prints. Sapphire felt a tear run down her face, but she wiped it away with her slender finger and continued typing. ***Stay Tuned For The Next Episode of MTV's Flipped!*** THE END