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Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Simone Clark in just a few
days ago I was a man named Jeff Smith. It all started when I answered
the ad place in the newspaper by a Mrs. Simone Clark looking for a lab
assistant. I had just graduated college, and was looking for a job in
my field. I was an IT tech and with the current economy my job
prospects didn't look very good. After searching want ads for three
weeks I settled on Simone's ad and left my home for the job interview.
I arrived at an abandoned looking warehouse with a large Chinese
character written on the side. I knocked on the door, and after a few
moments the door opened and I saw my new boss for the first time. To
say that Simone was beautiful is an understatement. She was dressed in
a smart skirt suit, black pantyhose, and a pair of black leather high
heeled boots. Over the suit she wore a white lab coat with several pens
in the pocket. She had a black bob haircut and approximately 5 feet
six
in her stocking feet. She extended a well manicured hand my way and
said, "Why hello you must be Jeff, come on in and I will explain your
job and pay scale."
I followed Simone into the dark warehouse partially navigating through
the clicking of her high heels on the concrete. She led me down a
hallway and opened the door to a large, well lit space filled with
computer banks and two glass booths. We sat down at a table and she
explained to me that I would be her assistant in her experiments along
with general cleaning duties and whatever else she decided for me to
do. She explained how much it would be paid I was pleasantly surprised
to find it was much more than I ever thought I'd be paid for this type
of work.
Accepted a job on the spot and Simone said "excellent, we're not doing
anything today, so you can go home and be back here tomorrow at 8 AM."
I left the warehouse very happy at being employed and also working for
such a lovely and attractive woman. I idly wondered what she would be
like in bed, and thought to myself that she would more than likely be
the boss. I had a brief fantasy of me removing her boots and kissing
those lovely nyloned toes, which I'm sure were painted to match her
hands. As I drifted off to sleep that night I could hardly wait to work
for Simone the next day.
As morning arrived, I opened my front door and found a box with my name
on it. I took the box in my house, and opened it. It was from my new
employer it appeared to be a very nice set of clothes, too nice to be
working in a laboratory while wearing them. There was a note in the box
which said:
Dear Jeff,
I hope you like the new clothes that I sent you, I would like to see
you in them on your first day of work because we might be going out of
the warehouse to daycare various and sundry errands. I want you looking
presentable if we do so. Please notice that there's $1000 cash in the
left pocket of the pants. That is your first week's salary, please be
on time as we have a busy day today.
Dr. Simone Clark
applied sciences
I looked in the box and found a nice pair of gray slacks, black leather
shoes, and a black blazer with a white button-down shirt and red tie.
I
retired to my bedroom and changed clothes. Once suitably turned out to
left my apartment with time to spare, I did not want to be late and
disappoint Dr. Clark.
I arrived at the warehouse with about 15 minutes to spare and knocked
on the door. I heard Dr. Clark coming to the door by tapping over heels
on the concrete. She opened the door and we walked back to the lab.
Once in the lab Simone turned on her heels and said, "Now it's time for
me to explain what I'm doing here to you."
She then went on to explain that she was the foremost person in her
field of electronic thought transfer. Simply put, electronic thought
transfer involves the moving of one person's conscience into the body
of another person and vice versa. So far, her experiments have all been
successful with animals, and now the time has come for human trials. I
asked a few questions regarding the process, and she entered the mall
to my satisfaction. My second question was where our test subjects and
how are we going to go about selecting them if we didn't have any. At
that point, Simone approached me, rammed a cloth into my face and I
promptly fell to the floor, quickly losing consciousness. As the
blackness enveloped me, I her say, "Silly man, we are the test
subjects."
When I woke up, I found myself standing up in one of the glass booths I
saw in her lab yesterday. Her back was turned to me, and she was
adjusting one of her electronic components and type in commands into
the computer. I began to pound on the glass and demand to be released,
she walked over to the booth and said, "You took a job as a lab
assistant and now you're assisting, so relax and enjoy the process. By
the way, there's no way to escape this booth, it's two inch-thick
plexiglass, and as you can see it has a substantial latch that you
cannot reach. I'll be along a moment and then we can begin."
I watched across the lab and noticed for the first time she was wearing
a pearl gray satin blouse, a tight black leather skirt, and a pair of
knee-high boots with pointy toes with an approximately 4 inch heel. She
moved so gracefully my manhood stirred and all of a sudden I wanted
her. Then the reality of the situation reasserted itself and I
remembered that she imprisoned me in this booth and she was going to
subject me to some type of experiment against my well.
She walked up to the booth and said, "Well were just about ready let me
make the final adjustment and we will begin." She then walked up to
the
other booth, went inside and closed the door behind her. She had a
remote control in her hand and showed it to me by raising it. She then
touched a large green button on the control and my eyes slammed shut as
electric current gripped my body.
I felt as if I moved slightly and when I opened my eyes I was looking
down at a pair of satin clad breasts in the pointy toes of a pair of
high heeled boots. I was in Dr. Clark's body, I couldn't believe that
she had done this to me. As my small hands began to pound on the glass
I noticed my body hit a secret switch in the booth and the door opened
up. My body then walked over to the booth I was trapped in and peered
inside. My body said in my voice, "How are you feeling Dr. Clark?"
I began to answer I noticed my voice was much higher in fact was the
voice of Dr. Clark. I said, "Dr. Clark, I demand you release me and
switch us back immediately!"
Dr. Clark opened the booth, and I stumbled out an unfamiliar heels. My
body, now Dr. Clark's body, grabbed me by the arm and said, "Walk with
me darling, we're going to talk."
I was forced to walk down a long corridor in the high heels. I didn't
realize how difficult it was to walk in high heels, and discovered a
newfound respect for all women who wear these shoes. I was brought to a
private residence within the warehouse and sat in a large easy chair.
Dr. Clark fastened me to the chair with a pair of manacles and then sat
across from me and explained the reasons why she did what she did.
Dr. Clark said, "I've always hated being a woman; I hated all the
beauty rituals, chasing after men, the menstrual cycle, and all the
other things that make a woman a woman. I always hated my body and the
way it was shaped, and I longed for a tall, strong, male body. I
desperately wanted to have a penis, and be the sexually aggressive
member of the sexes."
As I sat there listening to her a thought began to take root in my
mind, she was going to take my body and disappear leaving me trapped in
her feminine form. I desperately tried to think of a way out but no
quick solution came to mind, so I sat and continued to listen to Dr.
Clark's rant.
She went on, "I've always hated having sex as a woman, the penetration,
the forced sucking of a cock, and some of the silly costumes men
forced
me to wear as we're making love." She also said, "Now I no longer have
to worry about any of that nonsense, because I am now you." She went on
to say that she had transferred money, identity documents, and all the
things she needed to make her escape in my body and out into the
world.
She also provided for me, she told me that there was 1 million tax-free
dollars in a Swiss bank account for my trouble and for my body. She
warned me never to try to find her, or she would see to it that I was
killed.
She then got up from her seat and said, "The manacles will release you
in approximately one hour, by then, I will disappeared and you will be
forced assume my identity." She said, "I suppose I should tell you now
that Dr. Simone Clark does not exist and that her so-called scientific
field doesn't exist either, I was a talented amateur electronics and as
a result I created this machine for my purposes. You can hold onto the
machine for your own use if you choose, I think that might actually be
a nice little business if you play your cards right." With that she,
now me, kissed me on my read lipsticked lips and bid me farewell.
I saw my body pickup a suitcase and walk out the door for the last
time. True to "his" word, the manacles sprung open and I was freed from
the chair. I paced the room in my high heeled boots and found with
practice and walking in heels was not so terrible after all. I began to
notice the feelings of the clothing on my body. I felt the way the
boots forced me to stand on the balls of my feet, I felt the heaviness
of my breasts, the silkiness of the pantyhose on my legs and the tight
constriction of the leather skirt. I began to enjoy these feelings and
searched the apartment for clues that would get me my body back. I
searched the place for hours and could find nothing. Making my way back
to the lab, I noticed there was an e-mail waiting for me at the
central
computer. It said:
Simone,
I hope you're enjoying your new body and all the potential
pleasures it can give you. Just remember, don't ever try to find me or
I will have you killed. I suppose being a woman is not so bad,
especially one as attractive as you. You will have no problem
attracting a man, and getting him to do whatever you want as long as
you stay as pretty as you are today. I left you an entire wardrobe of
clothes, cosmetics, and shoes for use as you adapt your new life. I've
also left several numbers for beauty salons, yoga studios, and
boutiques where I used to shop. Everybody will recognize you as Simone,
so enjoy it and get on with your life. In the red box above the
computer you will find the account number to your $1 million, transfer
it anywhere you like, after all it is your money.
Warmest wishes on your new journey,
Jeff Smith
I felt a hot flash of rage: she actually got away with it! This crazy
woman stole my body and left me hers! In my wildest dreams I could
never have thought that something like this would occur. As I was
having these thought s, I shifted from one foot to the other in my
boots and I felt a small wave of pleasure as my nylons rubbed together
under my skirt. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 10 PM and a
wave of exhaustion swept over me I went back to the apartment, removed
my clothes, and found a nightgown to wear to bed. As I drifted off to
sleep I wondered what tomorrow will hold in store for me, my first day
as a woman.
To be continued...
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