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Business as Usual by Jessica17 I guess I had it coming; my lucky streak had been going for about 25 years. Right out of college, I got an entry-level position at a fast- growing genetic engineering firm. They thought I had promise and offered to pay for graduate school and I got my MBA. With that came promotions. I was a Vice-President of the Research & Development department when we had a breakthrough; a completely safe, reliable genetic retrovirus. We could replace as much of a living thing's code as we wanted, and the applications were endless. I led the company through a ten-thousand- percent increase in profits, as we cured cancer, healed deformities, and pushed the average life span through the roof. They put me on the Board of Directors, I became a millionaire, and life was as good as I thought it could get. I barely had to work anymore; I had a penthouse apartment, drove a Bentley to work, and could bed almost any girl I wanted by flashing my gold-plated credit card. I'd been on the Board for four years when my luck ran out. A disgruntled former female employee sued us for sex discrimination, and won. We appealed, and she won again. I thought she didn't even have a leg to stand on, and here she was getting millions of dollars from us. Not only that, but the press hung us out to dry. Particular attention was paid to the Board of Directors, since only one of the twenty-one members was female. The fact that she was CEO apparently didn't matter. She called me to a meeting in her office to "discuss the company's response to public pressure" but I didn't know what that entailed. "I'm sorry about this," said Kelly Anderson, CEO, as I walked in the room. Not a good way to begin a meeting. "Close the door." I did as I was told and asked, "What's happening now, Kelly?" "In response to the news calling us a sexist corporation and everything, as I'm sure you know, the board had an emergency meeting to make a quick reply," she told me. "I missed it? Why wasn't I called?" "Because it concerned you. You are both the youngest member of the board and the most recent addition. Which is why it was decided you would be replaced," she answered. It took me a moment to realize what she said, partly because I was distracted by her tits. Her blouse was open a button lower than usual, showing more of her D-cups than anyone usually got to see. I snapped out of my stare with alarm. "What the fuck did I do? I'm getting kicked out for being the new guy?" I was preparing to go off on a rant when she interrupted me. "You're not loosing your job, Jim." She stopped me in my tracks with that. I slowly responded "So... what, exactly, is happening? Because usually replacing someone means giving their job to someone else." "This is just an option, not a requirement, but the board came up with a solution that would satisfy the press and let you keep your job. We would fire you, administer a GT program, and rehire you." I was taken aback. 'GT program' was our corporate code for a gender- transfer. "This way we could tell the press that we had made a change in our hiring practices, even at the highest level, but we could keep your skill and experience. You would just be in a different body for a year or two, until the public has moved on and forgotten about it, and then we would change you back." "Do I have any other option?" I asked. "The only other option is that we fire you for real and hire a real woman to replace you," Kelly answered. I didn't really think of it as a choice. The way I saw it, I could keep my job (and more importantly, my salary), or I could lose it. That was it. And if it's down to that, almost anyone would say what I said. "That's really no choice at all. I want to keep my job." In the beginning, I didn't understand everything I'd agreed to. But I didn't have much in the way of family I'd have to explain it to, and no real relationships outside of the company. We held a full meeting of the board of directors the next day, where we all signed a secret contract. It stipulated that I would be ostensibly fired, have my gender reassigned through the company's own retroviral process, and then rehired to replace my male self. I would continue to work for the company to an undecided future date, at which time the board would decide that the pressure had abated, and I would be quietly fired again and transformed back into my old male self. The next Friday, I received my pink slip, and began my work on my GT program. "Just tell me what you want, and we'll code it into your new DNA. Whatever you like. I got a message from the CEO that no expense would be spared." I was in a dark office of our private research facility, hidden in a suburb of the city headquarters was in, talking to the lead genetic programmer in the country, maybe the world. He'd never met me before, and he didn't know that just the day before I'd been almost at the top of the corporate ladder, but he knew he was supposed to cater to my designs. But I had no idea where to start. Seeing my hesitation, he suggested "Maybe just start with how tall you want to be." "Average, I guess. Five foot five?" I said. "That sounds fine. Do you know measurements?" He asked me. "Yeah, how about thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty eight." I used the measurements of the last girl I'd bought a dress for, and she was a nine. Almost a ten. The programmer's eyebrows rose a little as he wrote it down. "Face shape?" he asked. "Defined jawline, with a... soft V shape." I was starting to get more confident, as I wasn't thinking about myself anymore. I was thinking about a woman I'd think was hot, not a body I'd be comfortable in. "Small nose but with a definite line. Big green eyes, full lips. Light freckles, if you can do that. Tall forehead, but not too tall. Strawberry blonde hair. You know what I mean?" I asked. "Uh, yes, sir, we can do that," he said, as he scribbled notes furiously. "And shorter, like five foot three... no, five foot one." I like smaller girls, what can I say? "Really toned legs and abs and everything. But soft in all the right places." I didn't care if I was being vague, he knew what I meant. I'd decided if I was going to be a girl, temporarily, I might as well look good. "No leg hair, or pit hair... hell, no pubic hair either. And a big, round ass and double-d cup tits." I was surprised I actually said it out loud, and the programmer and I avoided eye contact. "Alright, that should be good. When's my procedure?" I asked quickly. "One week from today," he replied. "Great. See you then." And I hurriedly left his office. I guess I could have gone back and asked him to change it, make me something more modest. But I got a thrill from thinking about it. Without work, I had that whole week to prepare for my new life, mostly a change in wardrobe. I used the measurements I'd given the programmer to get some new professional wear, a few blouses and pants-suits, but a couple of pencil skirts snuck in to that first order. I realized I'd have to get new underwear too, and the full gravity of my decision began to set in. As I went back online and ordered the most conservative bras and panties I could find, and I felt that same thrill of anticipation. At first I thought it was fear, but by the next day, I knew it was a strange kind of excitement. By Wednesday I had ditched shopping online and went out to women's stores in the city. I'd bought women's clothes before, if I happened to be dating someone on they're birthday or Christmas, but now it was totally different. I gravitated to the most stylish, classy, and expensive stuff I could find. Silk blouses, playful pink ties, pleated skirts. Pantyhose and high heels. By the time I made it in to the Victoria's Secret, I was on a shopping spree, and each purchase added to the thrill. I knew it was strange to be getting so turned on by it, but I wasn't about to stop it. I had already decided never to wear the boring, white cotton underwear I'd ordered on Monday. Now I was picking up thongs and lacy bras. By Friday, I'd spent four thousand dollars on clothes I couldn't wear yet, and my closet was bulging. My procedure was scheduled for Saturday, ten in the morning. I was given a hospital gown to wear and laid down on a padded operating table. They cleaned my arm with alcohol and gave me three small injections. Very anticlimactic. Then I was led to a room where I would be observed to make sure the new genetics took hold. Pretty bland, a bed, a chair, a bookshelf and a television. I laid down on the bed and soon I fell in to a deep sleep. "Wake up, please," said a pleasant female voice. I opened my eyes and saw that two doctors were in the room with me, one an older woman, the other a younger looking man. "Thank you. Now stand up, and we'll inspect you if you don't mind," she said. I did, and they took my gown of me. As they looked me over and I shook off the incredible sleepiness, I realized that my whole body felt different. I was already shorter, and my weight had been shifted around. My once impressive muscle mass was gone. I looked down to see a slight hourglass shape, the beginnings of breasts, and all my skin a strange shade of red. My body hair was entirely gone, and my six pack abs were barely visible. My dick looked much smaller. "The redness is from the skin regeneration. You're well on your way; I anticipate you'll be done by Thursday," said the woman doctor. The younger man silently took notes. "Thanks," I said, and my voice cracked in a higher register than I'd heard since elementary school. Then they left. In the isolation of the room, I had no idea how long I'd been unconscious or what day it was. I explored my body, and was shocked at the sensitivity of my new skin. My slight breasts felt incredible to roll and squeeze, and my much smaller dick was standing at attention. Feeling entirely too worked up, I reached down to stroke myself off with one hand while groping my little tits with the other. "Oh my god! Fuck!" I cried out. I'd never been this sensitive. Masturbating had never been this pleasurable. I quickly increased my speed and grip on my little dick, and reached out my middle finger to play with my balls. They were smaller, hugging close to my body, and just as sensitive as my dick. I began to fantasize, but instead of dreaming about fucking some model, I was just picturing my future self. I couldn't wait to be a perfect, curvy blonde. And when I pictured myself reaching a finger into my wet pussy, I came hard. I spurted semen out onto myself in a weak stream, filling the room with the scent of it. I passed out in my post-orgasm bliss. "Wake up again, please." The same voice tore me from my coma-like slumber. This time I bounded up out of my bed, and eagerly looked with the doctors to see the new changes in my body. My tits had grown considerably, easily a C-cup. My waist had drawn in, my hips had thrust out, and I was much more curvy. My skin had lost it's red hue and now was looked pale and delicate. In between my tits, I could see down to my crotch: my dick had shrunk to barely an inch (and I was rock-hard with excitement) and was housed in new folds of skin. My balls were absolutely invisible from my perspective. I was much shorter than the last time I'd been awoken, and way shorter than I'd been as a man. My hands and feet were delicate and small, and my muscles were toned but completely unobtrusive. As soon as the doctor's had completed their examination and left the room, I jumped onto the bed and began to masturbate again. I squeezed and fondled my tits with abandon, and now I had much more to work with. My nipples were hard pink points surrounded by shockingly sensitive areolas. I continued to feel my new chest as I sent my right hand down to my new genitals. "Oh! Oh fuck! Yes!" I yelled. My little clit-dick was a lightning rod, and my balls had retracted into labia, which generated their own light moisture. Every movement of my hand and fingers down there built up this incredible pressure that built around my entire pelvis. I started bucking my hips against my hand and yelled as the dam burst, and the pleasurable pressure was released in a huge orgasm. "Wake up. It's time for you to go home." The same doctors woke me up one last time, and I couldn't contain myself. I explored my body with my eyes and hands while they conducted their observation, but I didn't care at all. My cock had finally become a real clitoris, and I had a fully functioning pussy where my balls once hung. My waist had fully pulled in, making a dramatic hourglass shape between my wide, round hips and my massive titties (which were clearly my specified double-D cup; perhaps more). I ran to a mirror above the bookshelf to see my face: I looked more perfect than I could have anticipated. I put supermodels to shame with my beautiful eyes, big sexy lips, slight freckles across the bridge of my nose, dramatic cheekbones and waving, curling blonde hair tumbling halfway down my neck. I caught the male doctor checking me out during the observation, but instead of feeling grossed out, I was turned on. I blushed and held my hands behind my back, the picture of sexy innocence. When the examination was done, he tried to hide his bulging erection as he followed the older doctor out the door, and it made me smile. I was issued a basic blouse, pants, and flats and driven back to my apartment. It took every ounce of self-control I had to not touch myself on the ride back. I dashed to the elevator without even thanking the company driver and ran through my front door and into my closet. I pulled out bras, panties, heels, skirts, and tried on everything in front of the full-length mirror in my bathroom. When I slid a silk thong between my ass cheeks and saw myself in the mirror, I felt the juice leak out of my pussy. I collapsed to the floor and fingered myself for hours. The next day, the company called me and offered me my old job. I played my part, going to the meeting with the board like I didn't know if I'd get an offer or not. I came in to the meeting wearing a white silk blouse with only the top two unbuttoned, matching black jacket and pencil skirt, and two-inch black heels. Even my hair and makeup looked pretty professional. I looked hot, but the outfit I wanted to wear would have left a lot less to the imagination. "Jim? Oh my god is that you?" The CEO, Kelly Anderson, looked incredulous when I introduced myself. I shook her limp hand, smiled, and said, "Of course." I sauntered into the board room, rocking my new hips a little, and took my old seat at the table. "Well... in accordance with the contract, we, the Board of Directors, would like to offer you the title of President of R&D," said the company President, breaking the silent stares of the rest of the board members. "Also in accordance with the contract, I accept my 'new' position," I said. Oh god, was that too playful? Do they think I like it too much? I thought. But whatever the board members thought about the new body I'd designed for myself, nobody said anything, so it was left to the president to break the silence again. "What name should we put on your door?" he asked. "Oh! I didn't even think about it... Let's just go with Jessica. Jessica... Lang." It was close enough to my male name, James. I'm not even sure if Lang is a real last name, but it was the first thing that came to mind and it sounded fine. "Welcome to the team, Miss Jessica Lang. This adjourns the board meeting," pronounced the President, and we all quickly left the room. I knew that several of the men there couldn't keep their eyes off me, and it gave me an intense thrill. My hiring received some minimal press coverage, with a few editors and anchors praising the change. Several board members told me it was a good sign, and I would be able to change back soon. But I couldn't care less. Kelly began to be less of the hot CEO I'd thought of her as and much more of Kelly my best friend, the only other girl on the board. She took it upon herself to teach me the ropes, from taking care of my period (which came like clockwork two weeks into my new life) to specifically female etiquette. I dove into my new role, and every new feminine thing excited me. She was surprised by how much I wanted to talk to her about style and how girly I was acting, and pretty soon we began shopping together. If I'd thought my spending earlier had been a spree, it was nothing compared to this. Now that I could try things on, feel how good the clothes felt, and see how sexy I looked in them, shopping was an experience. I threw out almost all my boring old man clothes to make room for my new wardrobe, and for the first time I took advantage of my walk-in closet. I filled it with boots, heels, skirts, dresses, jackets, suits, bikinis, lingerie. I found out that my genetic recoding had gone a little further than designed: my final measurements were 35-24-40, with triple-D cup breasts. Considering all this was packed into exactly five feet of woman, I was curvy beyond belief. I spent ten thousand dollars on new clothes in the first week alone, and the bills went up from there. Kelly took me to her classiest, most expensive stores that I'd never even heard of before. I stocked up on sexy professional wear first, but we had much more fun finding cute casual wear, and eventually what she called 'club wear', which was really just barely-there tops, miniskirts, and form fitting dresses. But just shopping wasn't enough of a thrill any more. I'd had enough of just masturbating, and I'd even bought a few dildos and vibrators. My third week of being a woman, Kelly and I went out to a club on a Friday night. I squeezed myself into a tight, single-strap black dress that showed off my incredible cleavage and barely stretched to cover my ass, and laced up black platform heels up my calves. I put on lip gloss, dark eyeshadow, and eyeliner. I was dressed to kill. Kelly was shocked when I climbed into the cab with her. "What the fuck are you wearing?" she asked. "I want to get free drinks, don't I?" I replied, innocently enough. Kelly was uncomfortably silent for a while. "I'm just saying, you look like a slut." I flushed when she said that; it turned me on incredibly to be called that. "Fuck you, I'm just playing my part, alright? You were with me when I bought this, and you told me it looked hot," I said with mock indignation. She clearly didn't buy it, but she had a smile on her face. We got to the club, the hottest one in town. When I was a man, I hated places like this, with thumping bass and music so loud you can't hear yourself think. And insanely expensive drinks, to add insult to injury. But now, I just had to look at a guy to get him to buy me something, anything I asked. And the music... After I'd had a few fruity cocktails thanks to several guys, Kelly dragged my on to the dance floor. Freed from my old inhibitions, I danced with reckless abandon. It's so much easier for girls to dance; we just have to gyrate to the beat, and we look sexy as hell. A tall, built guy moved right up against me, and nature took over. I grinded my ass hard against him, writhing and moving with the endless beat. I could feel his big, hard cock through his pants, rubbing against me, and it made me wet. I was controlled by lust now, and I didn't want to think about whether or not getting turned on by a dude made me gay. Kelly grabbed my arm and dragged me into the bathroom. "What the fuck are you doing?" she asked, laughing. She was pretty drunk. "You should totally fuck him." "Ew, that's nasty," I said sarcastically. But the thought had an immediate reaction; I was wet, and I knew I wanted it bad. She talked to me about a few hot guys she'd been talking to as she reapplied her makeup, but I wasn't paying attention. Finally we left the bathroom, and I was able to pounce. I found the guy I'd been dancing with earlier, and led him to the door. I grabbed his face and we started making out. Kelly appeared with a man of her own and dragged us into a cab, where his hands started roaming around my body. When he grabbed my tits I let out a moan and my legs drifted open. I felt his hard pecs and abs through his shirt, and the heat in my pussy was skyrocketing. I was completely taken in the feeling, an animal in heat. I dragged him up to my apartment, with Kelly and her guy following us. We left them stripping each other down in my living room and went into my bedroom. He threw me down onto my bed and pulled my skanky dress off me, leaving my heels on. It was so hot to be the one being worked on, to be the submissive one in the equation. It was something I'd never felt before, along with all the other new feelings coming from my new body. He stripped and was suddenly naked, then jumped on to me. He slid his tongue in my mouth while his right hand reached under me and unclasped my strapless bra and threw it from the bed. He moved his attention to my titties, and I was in heaven. He licked around my nipples and kissed every inch of them while squeezing them, feeling them, mashing them together. After an eternity, he moved his attention to my pussy. He peeled the thong from my legs and began to eat me out. "Oh holy shit! Oh... oh oh oh!" was all I managed to yell while his tongue went in circles around my clit and pussy lips. I was dripping wet, and pulsing with uncontrollable desire. The pressure was already building deep inside me. I needed to get fucked, I needed his cock. "Fuck me already!" I screamed. He grabbed my hips, dragged my toward him, and positioned the head of his big, thick dick at the entrance to my cunt, and then shoved in. Thanks to his amazing oral skills and my slutty state of mind, he took my virginity and I was instantly in heaven again. "Oh my god! Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck yes! Fuck me hard! Fuck me harder! Fuck! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! FUCK!" I yelled like a porn star, and I didn't care who heard me. I was enraptured. With every thrust he was building the orgasmic pressure inside me. I wrapped my legs and arms around him as he rammed into me. He was absolutely railing me. Getting faster and harder all the time. We were both drenched in sweat. He licked sweat off my neck. With every thrust I could feel my huge tits jiggling, my wide ass digging in to the bed, my little, feminine body completely entwined with his big, strong frame. "Oh fuck!" he yelled as he rammed home one last time. When I felt his cock spasm, and his cum shot deep into me, I lost it. Every muscle in my body contracted and relaxed as the enormous buildup of tension was finally released. I was lost in a flood of endorphins better than any drug I'd ever experienced. I didn't wake up until the middle of Saturday afternoon, and I had a hangover beating the inside of my skull (my much smaller body didn't have nearly the tolerance I had enjoyed as a man). But I jumped back into my role as the slut. Nothing else seemed to matter any more. I woke up the stud by sucking on his limp dick until it was fully hard and he was fully awake. I did everything I wanted a girl to do to me when I was a guy; I liked around the head, played with his balls, and took his entire length in my mouth. I moaned and looked him in the eye, and he shot a load down my throat. I swallowed it all. He left me his phone number and left soon after. Kelly's guy had already left, and she looked at me with a knowing smile. "You're such a dirty skank, Jessica!" she said. "Like you're any better, bitch!" I retorted. We laughed, and a few hours later, went out and did it all again. While Kelly and I established a new weekend routine, my slutty ways began to infiltrate my work life. I wore blouses unbuttoned halfway down to show everyone my breasts, and short little skirts that showed off all my legs and barely contained my rear. My heels got taller and taller, and I walked around the office with a sexy strut that sent my hips rocking and my ass and tits shaking. I flirted with every cute guy in the office but I didn't think I'd take it too far. But my self-control has never been that strong. Will Mcallister was easily the hottest of my coworkers. Tall, broad shoulders, tan. What started off as pretty basic flirting had escalated between him and I until one day, about three months into my life as a woman. "Hey sexy," I greeted him (as usual) as I walked past his office door. He jumped up from behind his desk and followed me down the hall. "Where are you going, miss?" he asked in his deep voice. He checked to see if anyone was watching, and then grabbed my ass. Most women would probably be offended, but I was turned on. And I had to act. "You are needed urgently in my office. As in, immediately," I told him. "Yes ma'am," he said. It really turned me on to hear him call me that. He followed me into my office, and as soon as the door closed, I turned around and slammed into him. Our tongues slid over each other's as he guided me to my desk. I sat my big ass on top of it and reached down to his pants, and opened his button and zipper. His cock was as big as I could have wished for, and was pulsing with excitement. I dropped to my knees and took his length in my mouth. I worked him expertly (I'd had a lot of experience by then) and I could tell he was about to cum. "Hold on now," I told him. "Not so fast." I stepped away from him and slowly unhooked the belt I was wearing, and then slowly unzipped the tight red cashmere dress I was wearing, bending over as I slid it down to my feet. All I was wearing was my bra and thigh-high leather boots, no panties. I sat in my big leather chair behind my desk and spread my legs, so he could clearly see the juice already dripping from my pussy. "Get to work," I told him. Wasting no time, Will dove for my cunt and began to tongue and finger me. I enjoyed being in control of him for a time, and he was certainly good, but I wanted more. "Get up!" He sprung to his feet, and I pushed him lightly on to the desk, pushing everything off it. He laid back, and I pulled his pants down to his knees. I straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. I started to ride him, gyrating my hips around him at first, moaning in pleasure as I played with my clit. The sensation of his cock sliding around inside me felt incredible, and I couldn't help but escalate it. He leaned up to kiss me as I began to really move on top of him, pumping his dick with my tight cunt. I needed it harder, and deeper. "You like my tight pussy? You want to fuck me hard? Ooh I love your big, thick cock! Fuck me! Fuck me so goddamn hard!" I loved talking dirty to him. He responded by bucking hard into me, again and again, and I started riding him harder. I was grinding into him as he was pounding into me, and I was in heaven again. That now familiar pleasure was building up, and my pussy was pulsating. He fully grabbed on to me and began violently thrusting in to me, and I couldn't contain myself. I rammed down onto his pole with everything I had. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I began to shout, certain I could be heard outside of my office. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Give it to me! Harder! Harder! Oh, shit! Oh shit! Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck your little slut! Grab my ass and fuck me!" He was a piston now, shoving deep and hard into me, faster and faster. I felt his balls tighten up, his cock swelled and spasmed, and I felt his thick, hot cum filling up my cunt. That put me over the edge, and I orgasmed harder than I ever had before. My pussy clamped on to his dick as my whole body tensed up, and waves upon waves of pleasure rolled over me. My mind went totally blank. I could barely control my muscles as residual pulses went through me and my limbs. I collapsed on top of him. When I had fully regained control, I rolled off of him and began to get dressed. "Thank you, Mr. Mcallister, that will be all," I told him. He pulled himself off my desk, got his pants back on and quietly left my office. I put myself back together and left my office to tell Kelly about it. As I walked down the hallway, every set of eyes was upon me, but I sashayed confidently down the hall, swinging my hips, thrusting my tits forward, and winking at every guy I walked past. When I felt Will's cum dribble out of my pussy and slowly crawl down my leg, a smile spread across my face. I had only been female for ten full months when the Board of Directors met again to discuss my contract. By this time, I'd completely abandoned the professional wardrobe I'd started out in: I walked in to the meeting wearing a backless black dress with a deep neck scoop, and a skirt that didn't quite reach the bottom of my ass, showing everyone the bottoms of my cheeks. I had on a gold necklace that draped perfectly to my cleavage, and clear plastic platform heels. My blond hair had grown to fall below my shoulders, and the curls framed my tits. The dress was backless so they could see the lower back tattoo I'd gotten. My big gold hoop earrings and liberal application of dramatic eyeshadow completed the picture. I strutted into the board meeting and leaned forward as I took my seat, loving the way the weight on my chest shifted, and knowing I had every guy's eyes on me. Looking around, I realized I had fucked every board member under the age of sixty, which meant all but two of them. I'd even had the president of the company, right here in the boardroom. Everyone was silent at first, as all the men tried to hide their lustful stares and bulging erections, and Kelly and I kept giving each other knowing looks and smiles. Finally the president said something. "So... Jessica- I mean, Miss Lang, the board thinks that public pressure has abated to the point that it would be safe for you to resume your male life. Um... should you decide to, I guess." "Well Mr. President," I cooed at him in my sexiest voice, "does it look like I want to?" The question hung unanswered in the stiff air of the boardroom. "I think I'll stay in the position I'm in for now." Unsure of what to do, the Board of Directors simply returned the old contract I had signed to the boardroom safe, and I was allowed to continue in my role as the corporate whore. Little did they know, I'd already ordered the records of my old male DNA destroyed. Because why would I ever want to return to my old life? I thought I had it so good as a man, bedding women and driving nice cars. But now I know how much better it is on the other side.