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This is a re-posting of a story lost when the site went down, which also resulted in the loss of the kind comments and reviews people had posted for this, my first story. Hope you enjoy. A WORKING WEEK by SubS MONDAY: The rumours had been circling for a while. The hedge fund had weathered the immediate impact of the financial crisis pretty well, investing in some surprisingly successful hi-tech bio-technology companies, but apparently it had not fared quite well enough, and now it seemed that at least some of the more junior investment bankers might be for the chop. It was in this atmosphere one Monday lunchtime, that five employees, Charles, Luke, Andrew, Mark and John were all queuing at the local sandwich shop to take something back to their desks. None would ever dream of showing lack of commitment by taking a full lunch hour and, even though the investment work was drying up, the recent departure of a number of secretaries meant that the five of them were being kept busy doing more menial tasks for the senior bankers. They had all been in the same intake and had started only about nine months before, so they were all fearful that they might be amongst the first to go. And it was quite a job to lose. They all had an excellent salary and the company even provided them each with a top end rented flat. Packages for top graduates had been lavish only those short nine months ago. Very few new starters were getting anything like that now. "The execs were in their meeting for a very long time this morning" remarked Charles "That can't be good news" "No." agreed Luke "They'll have been deciding who's for redundancy. I reckon they might even tell us this afternoon." John remained quiet, as he often did. He was always a model of discretion and caution. Andrew on the other hand was quite the opposite. "Well, I just bagged a ten million dollar investor so I think I'm safe anyway" he bragged. "They know my qualities, and they'd be crazy to lose me". Charles and Luke exchanged glances as they stood behind Andrew in the queue. They were used to such posturing from Andrew whose claims normally had a grain of truth in them but were often inflated out of proportion. All of the young investment bankers at the hedge fund were used to a strong sense of competition and made the best of their achievements, but Andrew sometimes went too far. While most people just shrugged and took Andrew with a pinch of salt, Mark, being no stranger to bravado himself, was unwilling to let it pass. "Yeah they know your qualities Andrew. Like how everything you say is bullshit. You didn't "bag" that investor, you just helped with some of the paperwork." Andrew and Mark almost squared up for a moment, but fortunately at that moment they reached the front of the queue. After they paid and went back to the office, Luke tried to change the conversation to Andrew and Mark's favourite topic of conversation, sport. The five of them talked about the weekend's football matches, but it all felt forced. They new what was on the mind of each and every one of them, even if they tried to pretend otherwise. There was a moment's silence as they stopped, standing on the office floor, just before they split up to go back to their respective desks. They all gave each other knowing looks and Charles vocalised the shared understanding. "Well, I guess we'll all just have to wait and see." ---------------------------------------------------------- Charles' desk was round a corner from most of the rest of the floor, and so he couldn't see any of his friends or know whether they had received any news, good or bad. However, he was close enough to the head of department's office to hear doors opening and closing. Thoughts raced through his head of who might be being ushered in there and what fate they might be meeting. He had just managed to get his head back on his work when Marta, the secretary to the head of department, came around the corner. "Charles. Richard would like to see you in his office" Charles felt a chill in his veins but he rose and followed Marta. Richard, the head of department, had a large office which even had it's own separate plush waiting area behind a dividing wall. It also had a smaller door on the other side, and it was to this door that Marta now ushered Charles. "Ah, good afternoon Charles" said Richard rising from his chair. He was a large imposing man and when he stood up and approached Charles it was all the younger man could do to hold his ground and stop himself from taking several steps back. "Charles." said Richard with utmost seriousness, taking a pause before continuing. "As you may have heard, the firm has decided that it is necessary to restructure its operations. The fact of the matter is that, unfortunately, we do not have capacity, at present, to sustain the number of junior associates that we currently employ. I'm sorry to tell you that we took the decision today that we would need to reduce the number of junior associates by three." Charles' heart was sinking. He felt a tightness in his stomach, now fully expecting the worst. "We have considered the record of each of you very carefully and we have decided who we will be retaining in this post. I am afraid that you are not one of those that we will be keeping on." By this point Richard was standing directly in front of Charles and Charles seemed to shrink in the shadow of the senior executive. Richard had always been tall, but Charles couldn't remember him seeming to tower over him quite so much. The tightness in Charles' stomach redoubled. In fact, it was almost as if his waist was being pulled inward. He felt like he might be sick. "Now, we do truly appreciate the dedication that you have brought to this firm Charles, and for this reason we feel that we would like to keep you on in a different role." Charles' body jumped with this revelation, and the anxiety causing a tightness in his midriff suddenly manifested lower in his body. He felt a pressure in his buttocks. It was a most peculiar sensation, but Charles was caught up in the extreme stress of the situation and assumed the two were connected. "What kind of ro..." he began to say, it coming out as a hoarse whisper. Richard seemed to completely ignore him and cut across Charles' question, continuing to speak in his deep rumble of a voice, while now beginning to slowly stride around to the side and behind Charles, who was too sick with worry to shift from his spot. "We value your loyalty Charles, and feel that you have great potential. This may be in a banking role, or it may be in another position." The pressure in Charles' buttocks was now intense. It felt like.... like... it was expanding? Surely not? That was impossible. But despite his mind's refusal to accept the fact, his senses told him that the fabric of his trousers was beginning to stretch. Between the seriousness of Richard's words and the strange sensations in his body, Charles was beginning to feel panic rise up in his throat. Unable to run, but equally unable to ignore what was happening to him, he stayed where he stood but ran his hands slowly round to his rear. He could no loner deny it; it was definitely growing, each buttock was now too much to contain in his hands. "We'd like you to try out a new role and see how it goes." Richard was continuing. Charles' confusion intensified as his hands also started to tingle. He mutely brought them back round in front of his face to look at them. Before his own eyes a ripple of change moved along the little finger on his left hand, starting from the base and moving to the tip causing his finger to become more slender and the skin smoother. At the tip, the nail extended out from the finger by half an inch. He gasped in shock. The first finger was quickly followed by the others, one by one transforming to an elegant, more delicate form. He turned his hands over and over again, doubting his own senses. Richard's voice continued to boom from the big man's position behind Charles' back, apparently oblivious to the extraordinary events happening right beside him. "Now, if business picks up in a few months then it may be that we will reinstate some or all of the investment banking positions, and if you've shown dedication in your new role then we may decide to offer one of these position to you, or, if you've taken a liking to your new position, then you can stay there." Charles now attempted to turn to face Richard, but at his very first small step he almost stumbled. It was as if he had missed a step when climbing a set of stairs. How strange. It was almost as if.....he was wearing heels! Sure enough he now felt himself rising away from the floor, the change in footwear also causing him to adjust his posture, pushing out his newly plump bottom and arching his back slightly at the waist. He again tried to turn around, only to find that his legs were now somehow constrained slightly by his clothing. He looked down and saw the crotch of his trousers dropping away towards his knees, the fabric now pulled tight between and around his thighs showing off a new rounder shape to his legs. His trouser legs were also now racing up his shins, exposing smooth hairless skin. His rising trouser legs and falling crotch met just above his knees and with horror he saw what had once been his trousers, open out into a stylish black office skirt. He felt it tighten once again across his bottom, even slightly bunching directly below, causing his newly juicy behind to bounce slightly. How on earth was this happening? How could they do this to him? He'd always been in control of his own destiny, the one who excelled, who could do whatever he wanted. Now something drastic was happening that he had no say in whatsoever. He felt totally helpless. Having completed his pirouette through a series of awkward small steps, he now looked up (and it was very clearly more "up" than normal) at Richard. Charles' mouth finally managed to form some audible words. "What kind of position are you talking about" "Well my dear" replied Richard, taking another step closer to Charles "We've decided to keep Mark on and you will be starting work as his secretary." "His.....secretary...." repeated Charles dumbfounded. Long blonde hairs began to descend into his vision and he brought his hands up to touch the full soft locks. As he did so he noticed that his shirt sleeves had also withdrawn from his forearms, which themselves were now substantially slimmer and almost completely free of hair. "Yes that's right. And of course we can't have him knowing who you are, so we decided to make some....changes.... to your appearance." Richard nodded to Charles' left. He turned his head and saw himself looking into a full length mirror mounted on the wall. What he saw took his breath away. He was definitely shorter, maybe around 5' 5'', and his silhouette was unrecognisable. Gone was his largish chest and slightly protruding belly. In their place was a shallow torso with a tiny waspish waist sitting atop a full round bottom and long elegant legs. From his head a profusion of light golden hair fell beyond his shoulders. As he watched he saw now his face also begin to change. His eyes, normally a light brown, began to sparkle in bright blue and his jaw softened and narrowed. "You're making me look like a woman" he mouthed, surprising himself with a new breathy alto voice. "Ha, ha!" laughed Richard, as if hearing a particularly amusing anecdote down at his private club. "We're not making you look like a woman. We're making you into a woman. In full working order no less." Charles stared back blankly taking in this news. "Well, I suppose neither of the most characteristic changes have taken effect yet so you might be excused for your mistake." said Richard, moving even closer to Charles and looking down allowing his eye to rove over Charles' new form. "But they will soon kick in. In fact, I think I can see it happening now". Charles looked up into Richard's eyes with horror. He moved his gaze down slowly, passing over Richard's cliff like chest, and down to his own much smaller equivalent. There he saw distinctly two small mounds rising under his buttoned up shirt. He raised his hands to gently cup the new flesh. He gasped to find that he could feel the grasp of his hands through his shirt upon his new budding breasts. In fact he could feel it very clearly. They were incredibly sensitive. He felt his nipples stand to attention, gently brushing against the fabric as they grew. Soon his shrinking shirt was held taut between the growing tits, causing the gaps between the buttons to open up under stress. Charles moved his gaze frantically between his increasingly buxom chest and the grinning face of his boss standing over him taking a good look at developments. PING!! A button flew off his shirt, ricocheting off the very close and very hard body of Richard. The shirt front was now parted between the crest of his breasts and the button at his neck, allowing Charles and Richard to see a very respectable cleavage developing beneath. Charles noticed for the first time that there now seemed to be a black bra holding his new tits in place, the lace edging just visible. PING!! The top button departed, leaving the upper portion of the shirt fully open. He had boobs! Charles stared in silence, his heavy breathing causing them to swell up, closer to Richard's own chest, and then down again. "I....I....oh my!" he whispered. "Very good Charles." said Richard confidently. "I'm very pleased with how you've turned out. There's just one more thing". Charles looked up and saw a glint in Richard's eye. Richard nodded slowly. Charles felt a force between his legs, like someone had grabbed his testicles. He bent over in surprise, causing his breasts and face to press up against Richard's shirt. Charles could smell Richard's cologne. Charles slipped his small hand down inside the front of his skirt, needing to at least be aware of what was happening, even if it was completely out of his control. The feeling intensified, his balls being pressed right up against his body by some invisible power. Under his hand, he felt his boxer shorts change texture to a soft satin feel. His underwear became tight against his erect penis and begin to change shape, slipping up the newly larger crevice between his buttocks. With a faint plopping sound first one testicle then the other was drawn up inside his body. He felt them changing and travelling up inside his abdomen, forming ovaries stocked with potent eggs awaiting fertilisation with male seed. The foreskin around his penis now seemed to melt, falling away below the shrinking shaft. Within moments it had formed into two neat labia and the shaft had receded to form a sensitive clitoris. Charles was aware of a new tunnel opening up inside, designed to be penetrated and filled. He was now, as Richard had promised, a fully functional woman, capable of taking a penis up inside her, receiving the semen that it would offer, conceiving and bearing the child of her ravisher and nourishing the same with her own breast milk. "Why?" squeeked the new girl. "No need for you to worry your pretty little head over things like that my dear" whispered Richard, as if it was a complete explanation. "Now, if you just make your way out to the waiting area Marta will introduce you to some of your new colleagues and explain your new duties." With his hand just slightly indecently low on Charles' back, he ushered the newly minted female out of the main door. Marta was waiting on the other side with two attractive young women in office attire. "Good afternoon Cherry" said Marta "May I introduce you to two of your fellow new secretaries. This is Andrew and Luke...., sorry, I mean Amber and Lucy." The look on Marta's face demonstrated that the error was clearly intentional. The three new girls looked at each other with wide eyes and open mouths. All three were attractive, each in their own way. Charles, or Cherry, was about 5'5'', with full though unremarkable breasts, a tiny waist, elegantly curving hips and bottom and long straight blonde hair falling a little way beyond her shoulders. Luke, now Lucy, was a few inches shorter and a little fuller figured, with large round breasts squeezed together under a black shirt and curly red hair falling to the middle of her back. Andrew, or Amber, was taller at 5'9 and a slimmer slighter figure, with hair cut in an elegant dark asymmetrical bob. All were understandably stunned by the turn of events. "Now, we're a traditional company here and we believe that our executives should be freed up as much as possible to do the job they're paid for. That means that in addition to duties such as typing and filing, we do also expect you to obtain tea and coffee, and help to arrange your principal's personal matters such as dry cleaning and matters pertaining to their home life. Any task that they ask you to complete you will undertake without hesitation or complaint. Is that understood?" The three girls were clearly all in shock. If the firm could do this then what else were they capable of? At present, all three simply decided against resistance. They each nodded mutely. "When I ask you a question I expect you to answer it" shrilled Marta. "Now, is that understood?" "Yes Marta" they each mumbled. "Better, ladies. But part of your role is to be positive and uplifting for your principal. I expect a perkier and clearer response. And I don't think it's too much to provide a smile to lighten the day of a hard working man. Can you each give me a smile? The girls looked at each other nervously, but eventually they all complied, showing their pearly white teeth to Marta. "Excellent. Now, Amber, you will be working for David, and Lucy, you will be working for Alan. They are both experienced and have particular expectations of their secretaries which I am sure they will make you aware of. Cherry, you will be working for Mark. You will be his first personal secretary so you should be ready to be adaptable and find the best way that you can satisfy his needs. "Your working day starts at 8.30 and ends at 5.00, although you will of course make your selves available outside of these hours if required. It's 3.00 now so I recommend that you each go to your principal and ask whether they have any urgent requirements. "I am aware that you have previously each been provided with a flat of your own. Obviously your new role does not provide equivalent benefits. However, the firm does still offer a good package. You have all been provided with a room in a shared house. Here is the address." she handed each a slip of paper. "Each of your rooms has also each been stocked with essential clothing and health and beauty supplies to cover you for a couple of weeks, though you probably will need to also do some additional shopping in order to have a full complement. Is everything understood?" Each of the new girls responded clearly. "Yes Marta" "Absolutely Marta" "Yes, thank you Marta" Each girl then made their way to their new desks, Amber wobbling on her heels and Lucy trying to pull her short skirt a little lower over her full thighs. Cherry (Though he still very much thought of himself as Charles) was very aware that her hips swayed widely as she moved. It was involuntary and she found herself unable to avoid it. She made her way over to the small office where she knew Mark to have his desk. Sure enough there was a second small desk set up in the room. Charles reintroduced herself as Cherry to her colleague. While she refused to accept the name in her mind, she was too afraid of the firm's power to visibly resist. Mark seemed to have no idea who she was, or at least had been. He had some work for her to do already, giving her two tapes of dictation to type up. Cherry fumed inside at the subservience implied in the task, but forced herself to smile as she accepted it, and he responded in kind. Cherry was sure that his eyes remained on her as she turned away and sat down at her desk. She wanted to turn round and punch his smug superior face but just managed to hold herself back. Cherry stared at the keyboard and wondered how she could do the job. Her typing had always been quite good but audio typing was a different skill, especially with her new longer fingernails. It turned out that it was a challenge, but she picked it up quite quickly and an hour later she had a meeting note and a couple of letters typed out ready for Mark's review. She printed them off and handed them to Mark. "Thank you Cherry, I'll check these over and get back to you. Please could you get me a coffee. I like it hot. Black, two sugars" Cherry paused. Only earlier today she had been in direct competition with Mark. The firm fostered that attitude and made all of them fend only for themselves. Now here she was, supposed to be dedicated to doing all of the menial tasks to help her former rival be successful. She fought back her resistance and covered it with a smile. "Yes, of course Mark" she forced and went to fetch her boss his beverage. As she made her way to the kitchen, Cherry spotted Luke, now Lucy, sitting at a small desk outside a large office. She attracted her attention and waved her over. Lucy slipped out from behind the desk and, with remarkable deftness, skipped over to Cherry's side. "I can't believe this is happening! Did you have any idea they had this kind of ability" Cherry whispered. "None at all" replied Lucy, unveiling her new high nasally voice. "It must be some kind of illusion. We must be hallucinating. Maybe we're hypnotised and this is all a prank" Cherry hadn't though of that possibility and it gave her some comfort. "Maybe you're right. If so then we should just play along and not do anything stupid and it'll pass" "I agree, but unfortunately I don't think that Amber sees it like that. I managed to speak to her fifteen minutes ago and she's fuming. She wants to go see the police as soon as possible." At that moment a member of the exec team passed by. "Less gossiping ladies. You know we like everything to be out in the open here." "I better get back to work before my boss sees me away from my desk" whispered Lucy "Amber and I will meet you by the lift at 5.00." The rest of the afternoon was spent setting up Mark's files for matters that Cherry, as Charles, had been managing just that morning. The repetitive work left plenty of space free in Cherry's mind. The situation was beyond anything she had thought possible, but the breasts tucked snugly inside her bra and the pussy between her legs were all but undeniable. How could she get through this, she wondered. The execs at the firm certainly didn't mind taking risks but they weren't stupid enough to do this without feeling confident of their position. The three of them would have to be very careful about how to play this. If they went to the police then the police probably wouldn't believe them. Most likely the firm would already have plans in place to make them look like loons. Maybe she'd just have to see it through and try to get a reinstated position. But maybe that was just what they wanted. Finally 5.00 came around and Cherry donned the lavender coloured mac that the firm had provided for her and made for the lift. In the rush of people making for the exit the girls decided to leave their conversation for a more private moment. --------------------------------------- Half an hour later the three of them arrived at the address they had been given. Lucy was the one to open the door. Conversation of the serious matter at hand was delayed while the three of them explored their new home. The hallway was very neat and tidy, as was the front room. The d?cor was tasteful, though a little traditional, with each room sprinkled with a selection of table lamps and vases of flowers. The kitchen was very well equipped with brand new appliances including a retro-style food processor and a bread maker. "Well, whatever they expect us to do, there's no way I'm doing the cooking" announced Amber. They all started up the stairs together. Cherry followed Lucy up the stairs and couldn't help but fix her eyes upon the juicy swaying bottom bobbing in front of her face. As Charles, the sight would certainly have been enough to perk his interest, and indeed Cherry did feel a stirring, but the feeling was quickly halted upon realising that she herself was providing a very similar view for Amber behind her. Off the first floor landing were three rooms, with an embroidered name sign hanging upon each door. The closest was Cherry's, and having looked around at the other girls, she turned the handle and the three girls filed in together. The sight that met her eyes was strangely familiar and yet deeply alien. It took Cherry a few moments to understand why she felt like she'd seen it before. "Oh my god" she whispered, "Everything's different, but it's exactly the same layout as my own bedroom!" The shape of the room was almost identical to the room Cherry had enjoyed as Charles, and all of the furniture was in the same place. Everything else though looked deeply different. Although the bed was in the same position in the far corner, rather than being made of metal and covered in a modern grey duvet that he was used to, this new bed had a carved wood headboard, was covered in a cream bedspread with a floral pattern and was decorated with a proliferation of scatter cushions in various pastel colours. In the place of his swish designer wardrobe was a wooden variety that matched the bed. A pink bra hung casually from the handle, exactly in the position in which he had left a tie that morning. As she looked around she spotted even more comparisons. On the near wall, where Charles had possessed a framed signed tour poster of his favourite guitar heroes, Metallica, there now hung a signed picture of the latest boyband One Direction. Upon his chest of drawers a mirrored vanity unit replaced Charles' laptop and in the corner where Charles had kept a vintage Gibson electric guitar and some gothic gargoyle statues, there was now a large music box in the shape of a carousel, surrounded by very soft, cuddly looking teddy bears. Cherry could bear it no longer and ran out onto the landing her dainty hand covering her mouth. The others followed her out, and while Lucy placed her arm around Cherry's shoulders, Amber opened the door to her own room. "Fuck!" came the sound of Amber's voice, causing the other two girls to hastily enter the room behind her. "My Man Utd shirt signed by the treble winning side of '99 has been replaced with a fucking cheerleaders uniform!" Amber's mouth was agape and she was shaking her head in disbelief. "And my England ashes winning figurines! They're poncey shitting ballerinas!" Sure enough, in place of Andrew's collection of caricature cricketers, gathered in an aggressive fielding formation, there now stood figures of ballerinas performing swan lake. If anything, Amber's room was even more girly than Cherry's. The windows were covered by lacy net curtains and the wall's were decorated with paper carrying a pink floral pattern. Lucy now had to see her room. Luke had been a car enthusiast and had been working on some engine parts before today. Now, on Lucy's dresser the girls all saw clearly some part finished needlework. In place of Luke's collection of model cars there sat a very impressive dollhouse. "Screw this!" declared Amber, setting off down the stairs "I'm going straight to the police. There's going to be hell to pay." "Wait" cried Cherry "If they can do this, then don't you think they'll have plans in place to stop us from telling the police? And do you think the police will believe us? It's all completely ridiculous!" Amber has already reached the front door, but now paused for a moment, concerned, but unconvinced. "We've got to play it clever and find out a little more detail, get some evidence to help us convince the police" continued Cherry. "Also" chimed in Lucy "We don't know whether this might be some kind of hallucination. Maybe we're hypnotised. If we just wait one night, we might just wake up with everything back to normal." "OK" accepted Amber after a pause. "Just one night. But I'm going to the police by the end of tomorrow, whatever happens." "Tell you what, why don't I make us all some food" Lucy said in an attempt at reassurance "Then we'll just watch some TV and try to sleep. We'll think about all of this in the morning." The evening went much as Lucy had suggested. Amber managed to find some football on TV and settled down in the front room. Cherry was normally a fan of sport but somehow the game was leaving her cold today, so she went into the kitchen to help Lucy. She found her placing vegetables in a roasting tin, arranged around a carefully dressed chicken. Cherry couldn't remember Luke ever having mentioned being into cooking, but she wasn't going to complain. She lent her hands to the task and about an hour and a half later the three of them were eating an excellent dinner. Although they all felt deeply awkward in their office skirts, none were able to bring themselves to go back to their rooms to find anything else, much less look through the clothes provided for them. No-one mentioned it but they were all also terrified to strip off and see what they looked like underneath. So it was that they all remained in their office clothes, trying to simply last out the evening. At different times they all slyly checked each other out, while at same time feeling very uncomfortable at being ogled themselves. Around 11.00 they each made their way upstairs and gingerly entered into their assigned rooms. Cherry didn't listen to try to ascertain what the other girls were doing. For her part she just hoped that Lucy was right and she would wake up in the morning back as her normal self again. She tried to interact with her new room as little as possible, but she couldn't abide the One Direction poster or the teddy bears, and shoved them under the bed. When using the loo, she deliberately didn't look down and kept her hand away from the action area as much as possible. When she went to bed, she kept her black satin knickers and bra on and slipped under the covers. Maybe it was all just a bad dream. TUESDAY The first sight to greet Cherry's eyes when she awoke was the pink bra still serenely hanging from the handle of the wardrobe. The morning light peeking through the curtains was glinting off a little diamante detail on the large cups. She closed her eyes tight and then opened them again, hoping against hope that her mind had misinterpreted the signals being sent to it by her optic nerve. No such luck, and a quick inspection under the covers confirmed that she still had the body to nicely fill out those gently sparkling recepticles. So, it probably wasn't a hallucination. Cherry didn't know much about hypnotism but it seemed unlikely that it would last for this length of time and through the night. She turned onto her back, brushing away stray long hairs as she did so, and considered the next move. As she had discussed with Lucy yesterday, if they were going to inform the authorities then they'd need to gather some evidence. There was also a good chance that the firm was tracking them in some way. That meant it would be sensible to go back to work. She grimaced at the thought of all those old colleagues of hers, with whom she had spent many an evening drinking, and rating the women of the office, now judging and fantasising about her, but there really was no other option. Cherry rose from her bed, threw on a silk dressing gown that was hanging on the back of her bedroom door and stepped out onto the landing. The bathroom was free and she slipped inside, making sure to lock the door behind her. Even though she dreaded to see clearly what had become of her body, a morning shower was an essential routine, and she decided she might as well take the plunge now. She ran the shower and got it good and hot before disrobing. She had intended to avoid looking at herself either directly or in the large mirror above the sink, but as she released her boobs from their bra for the first time, she felt a little thrill from the feeling of them gently bouncing on her chest and on catching her reflection she couldn't help pausing for a moment. She was a beautiful woman. More beautiful than she had allowed herself to believe. Her skin was soft and flawless, her curves elegant and pronounced. She shook her head and hopped into the shower before she got carried away. She washed in a strictly utilitarian manner, avoiding her nether-regions entirely, and dried herself in a similar fashion. Back in her room she decided that the best option to avoid the embarrassment of trying on a number of outfits was to simply wear the first items that came to hand while trying to avoid anything too revealing. Using this logic she selected the pink bra hanging on the wardrobe handle and a mismatching blue pair of knickers that was topmost in the drawer. It was only after putting it on that she noticed the little bows at the side. No matter, she thought, with impressive strength of mind, no-one will spend any time looking at them. She reasoned that yesterday's skirt was probably good for a second day and grabbed a shirt from the wardrobe that she thought was white but turned out to be a very light pink with slightly ruffled cap sleeves. At the same time she selected the only pair of flats present on the shoe rack. She ignored the vanity mirror and make up but did give her hair a quick brush. She wasn't going to dress up for those sickos at work but she also didn't want to anger her bosses with open defiance. As she descended the stairs she heard faint curses coming from the living room. Inside she encountered Amber sat at a computer, still dressed in the clothes from the day before and with yesterday's make up unremoved and slightly smeared on her face. "I can't find out anything about any technology that could have done this" she said, clearly tired and exasperated. "It's hopeless" "Sorry Andrew (They were still using their original names between themselves)" said Cherry, with an attempt at a comforting tone "We'll do everything we can to find out more today" "I don't know if I can wait any longer" muttered Amber, eyes glued to the screen while she typed in yet another fruitless search term. In the kitchen Lucy was busying away chopping some fresh fruit and adding it to bowls of natural yoghurt. Cherry noticed that Lucy wasn't wearing any make up either, but she did have a new outfit on, teaming smart slim fit trousers with a turquoise blouse and small jacket. She gave Cherry a wry smile and handed her breakfast. ---------------------------------------------- A little while later all three girls were on their way back into work. Although seats were available on the train, Amber chose to stand and restlessly look out of the window. Lucy and Cherry sat next to each other. Lucy had accepted a free fashion magazine handed out at the station entrance and was idly flicking through it. Cherry thought it rather odd that Lucy seemed comfortable enough to be able to think about women's clothes, but still, Cherry found herself absent mindedly looking over Lucy's shoulder at the pictures of models and celebrities showing off the latest styles. Without a word, Lucy moved the magazine closer to Cherry to help her see. Lucy turned over the page to a feature on current trends in swimwear. "Oooh, you'd look great in that" The words had escaped Cherry's mouth even before the thought had formed in her mind. She stopped and blinked. "Sorry, I don't know what..." Lucy dismissed her apology with a light lilting laugh "Don't worry about it. As awful as this situation is, I'm sure there's a little something in every man that would enjoy the opportunity to dress a female body any way they want." Nevertheless, Lucy closed the magazine and the girls fell back into silence. At their exit, Lucy and Cherry were surprised to find that Amber rushed off ahead of them without explaining a thing, almost like she wanted to get away. They quickened their step but struggled to keep up with their longer legged colleague. Their concerns increased when, once out of the station, Amber turned the wrong direction, away from the office. "Amber!" the girls called after her "Where are you going!?" Amber briefly looked back towards them but continued walking and even increased her pace, soon turning a corner and moving out of the sight of her pursuers. Cherry and Lucy followed her just in time to see Amber enter a building. The sign sticking out into the street above the door read "POLICE". "Shit, she's going to report it" said Cherry urgently "They won't believe her. This could be really bad!" The two girls now ran to the police station and entered inside. Amber was already at the front desk and had the attention of an officer on duty. "Excuse me officer, I wish to report a cwaaaaarrrrr." A look of deep confusion passed over Amber's face. "I want to tell you that I've been kiiiyalamamama" Amber's eyes blazed with frustration. "I used to be a g........" The words caught in her throat once again and the officer on duty was starting to get annoyed. "I'm sorry miss, we haven't got time for any jokers. If you haven't got anything to report will you please move aside." Amber waved her arms and raised here voice. "But you don't understand! They've tranggaladban...!!" By this time Cherry and Lucy were by her side. Cherry had her head in her hands in stress and worry at the sight of Amber's inability to speak. Lucy had her hand around Amber's shoulders and was trying to calm her down. "Wasting police time is a very serious matter ladies. Now I must ask that you stand aside or I will have to ask my colleagues to escort you from the building." Two very large police officers now made the girls aware of their presence and began to walk towards them. Between Cherry and Lucy they managed to pull Amber out of the station and back out into the street. "What the FUCK!" screamed Amber once they were alone. "I tried to tell them what those bastards have done to us but I couldn't get the words out. I was physically prevented from talking!" "They must have implanted something in us to stop us from being able to tell people about it." cried Cherry, clearly in some distress "I knew they would have thought about this possibility." "I am going to kick their arses" declared Amber "I am going to fuck those little shits up so bad." Amber was so angry that she was snorting and even kicking out her slender legs at invisible foes. "I'm going to pluck out their eyeballs, spit on each one and then insert them up inside them. I'm going to knee them in the balls and then I'm going to grab their dicks and twist till they scream like little girls." Amber was now in full flow and the other girls were glad that no-one else seemed to be around. "Yeah! I'm going to take a hold of their little dicks, and then I'm going to squeeze and squeeze...and rub them, and maybe a little tickle...." A high-pitched giggle escaped Amber's lips and she stopped for just a moment and shook her head, but soon continued "I mean, I'm going to twist their dicks till they're ready to fall off, and then I'm going to....to...rub them again, and make them all better..." Cherry and Lucy looked on in concern as Amber's voice began to change from the gutteral aggressive scream, becoming progressively lighter and softer. "and then I'm going to keep rubbing them 'cause I like their little dicks, and then their little dicks will get all bigger and then be big juicy cocks, mmmmm......" Amber's rant drifted off and she stared into the middle distance with glazed over eyes and a vacant smile. Looking closely, Cherry could see that Amber's make-up, that had been terribly smudged just a moment ago, now seemed newly applied. More than that, it seemed quite heavy and glamorous. And was her hair becoming longer and lighter? Amber once again rallied her thoughts "No, wait, I mean, I'm going to fuck them up. I'm going to screw them into the fucking ground. I'm going to fuck th.... I'm going to fuck.....mmmmmm, yeah, I'm going to let them fuck me any which way they want. I'm going to bob up and down on their delicious shafts. Aaah! Oooooh! Yeah, baby, I'll say!! Fuck me harder!!" Amber was now seemingly in the middle of a simulated orgasm at the thought of having sex with the culprits who were responsible for her transformation. She ran her left hand back through her now quite long, platinum blonde hair, and with her right she grabbed one of her suddenly rapidly expanding boobs. Cherry was beginning to panic "Andrew, you're scaring me! Tell me you're messing with us. Tell us you're having a joke." Lucy was similarly freaking out, but at least managed to keep her voice relatively level. "Amber, Amber, you've got to stop. You've got to break out of this. You're losing it." Almost immediately Amber stopped her writhing, looked Lucy in the eye and flashed her a big gleaming smile "Hee hee!" she laughed "Don't worry yourself about me Lucy-woosy, I feel fantastic! OMG! We better get to work. We don't want Mr Richard to give us a spanking for being late!" With this she turned on one of her bright red heels (which had been black flats a moment before) and set off clip-clopping down the street back towards the office. Cherry and Lucy were left standing in the street staring after the drastically changed Amber. They turned to look at each other. "Oh shit." said Cherry, now in full panic. "What the hell....What the crap are we going to do?.... How can we compete with that? It's completely hopeless." Lucy just turned away, looking like she was ready to cry. Finally she turned her face in the direction of the office and spoke quietly to Cherry "We need more information, but right now, we have no choice but to go to work" After a few minutes of pulling themselves together, the girls dragged themselves down the street to face the day. ---------------------------------------------- As soon as they exited the lift and walked out onto their floor, Cherry and Lucy were met with the stern sight of Richard's PA, Marta. "You're both late." she pronounced "Amber was able to get here on time so the two of you have no excuse." "But...." Cherry started to object, before being cut off by Lucy raising her hand in caution. "Don't stand there making yourselves even later, get to your desks." instructed Marta. The girls both complied and were soon once again ready and available for their bosses, typing up letters and taking messages. Cherry found that she was located too close to Mark to allow her to search the Internet to investigate the transformations like she wanted. She hoped that Lucy might be having more luck. The morning passed in much the same boring and slightly humiliating fashion as had the previous afternoon. The worst thing for Cherry was the way that Mark felt the need to explain every simple task in detail, clearly trying to avoid complex language or accounting terms. He even sat on the edge of Cherry's desk to deliver his words of wisdom, it was so patronising. It wouldn't have been quite so bad had he not spent most of the time looking at her chest. Cherry had selected a fairly conservative top and had buttoned it up as far as it went, so there was no cleavage on display, but the shirt was still quite tight and her largish breasts held the cotton taut between them. On several occasions, ten seconds would go by with Mark's eyes fixed unwaveringly in their direction. Lunchtime came round and Cherry rapidly made her way over to Lucy's desk, hoping to get some time together to plan their next move. Lucy was clearly of the same mind and was ready in a flash. Cherry was once again struck by how light and smooth Lucy's movements were as she slipped out from behind her desk and skipped over to Cherry. The two girls made their way towards the lift, but they were intercepted by the bouncing, grinning form of the new, enhanced, Amber. "Hey girls" she trilled. "Where shall we go for lunch?" "Oh, sorry Amber" replied Cherry "Lucy and I just thought that we would go somewhere on our own today. We've got some stuff to talk about." "Hey, don't worry about me" replied Amber brightly "It's just us girls here. You can talk about anything between us." Cherry and Lucy looked at each other with expressions of concern. They didn't know how deep the personality changes in Amber ran. Did she even remember that she used to be a man? Amber almost seemed to read their thoughts. She leaned in and whispered to them both, her hand covering her hand in a theatrical fashion. "You two wantin' to talk about the transformation?" she paused, waiting for nods from her confidants. "You can talk about that with me too. I'm still me. Well, kinda still me!" she giggled and gave her breasts a little jiggle, before returning her hand to her face. "I mean that, like, I know that I used to be Andrew, and I've not, like, defecated...defec... like, I'm not a spy or whatever!" Despite reservations, Cherry and Lucy nervously indicated their assent and the three girls made their way into the lift. "Yay!" said Amber quietly, "lunch with my two BFFs! I know a really cute little cafe we can go to." Just as the lift door closed, a man slipped in and stood across from Amber. He looked in her direction and gave her a predator's smile. Cherry and Lucy watched on as Amber returned his gaze with interest. She batted her eyelashes, bit her lower lip and twisted and turned her body slowly. After giving Amber a final look, the mystery man got off two floors down, leaving the girls alone again. "Oh wow! He was, like, so cute!" exclaimed Amber "and I think he was into me". "Well you made it pretty obvious that you liked him." Lucy responded "What have they done to you Andrew? Suddenly you're all giggly and girly. Doesn't it feel weird to fancy guys?" Amber cocked her head to one side and looked confused. "I suppose it should...." she mused "I, like, know that I didn't used to find boys hot. But y'know what? It doesn't feel weird. It feels great, like, all gooey and warm and fun." She giggled, clearly having expressed the entirety of her feelings on the matter. They made their way to the cafe, led by Amber, who apparently was much swifter walking in her stilettos than the Cherry and Lucy were at making their way even in their flats. The cafe was indeed cute, French in style, with a beautifully illustrated hand written menu board behind the counter. Once they were seated, Cherry asked Amber how she knew of the place. "Oh, I think I walked past it before, but then I remembered it 'cause Steve from the office, y'know, the one with the big beefy shoulders and tight little butt" here she punctuated her speech with a grin and by momentarily opening wide her bright green eyes. "he asked if I wanted to come here and have a coffee with him after work some time." "He asked you out?" asked Lucy, seeking clarification. "Mm-hmm" confirmed Amber "Like on a proper date, he was all nervous and cute and everything. He's such a sweetie. It's so exciting!" Amber clapped her hands a few times and smiled her gleaming white smile. "Andrew! This is too weird!" decided Cherry, "You have to resist. And we need to find a way for us all to change back." "Well I guess so...." said Amber, checking her nails and visibly upset that the subject had been changed from her big date with hunky Steve. "I suppose it would be alright to be a boring boy again. Being a girl is fun though, and everyone seems so nice and friendly." Cherry looked at Amber again with equal parts concern and frustration. "Lucy, have you found out anything about how they did this, or anything we can use to convince the authorities of what's happened?" Lucy shook her head sadly "Not a thing. The Internet is severely filtered from the work computers and I'm sure that Marta, and maybe others, are tasked with watching our movements. We need someone to help us who they don't expect." Conversation continued through lunch, but all seemed fruitless. Cherry and Lucy couldn't seem to think of any way around the constraints and Amber seemed challenged at thinking at all. At the end of lunch (all but Amber found that they had ordered far more food than their appetite could manage), the three girls made their way back to their desks. -------------------------------------- Whereas Monday afternoon had been dominated by a sense of confusion and shock, the events at the police station that morning meant that today Cherry was shot through with anxiety and even terror. Every time that Richard or Marta passed by, she feared the worst, but they seemed to just ignore her. That was until mid-afternoon when, while Mark was in a meeting, Richard sidled into the office. He looked completely relaxed, as if the office was a new part of his country garden that he just happened across on an afternoon stroll. Cherry froze as Richard, as if completely unaware of her presence, casually looked over Mark's desk, playing with a small executive toy he found there. Eventually, just as casually, he turned to look at her and smiled. "Good morning Cherry and how are you today" "Very well thank you Richard" Cherry replied quietly, her wide terrified eyes casting doubt on the veracity of her words. "Good, good. I thought you might be a little unsettled at the events down at the police station." Cherry swallowed hard and remained silent. "No? No concerns arising from Amber's change in appearance?" he paused "or her attitude?" Richard took up a position leaning on the edge of Cherry's desk while he continued. "Of course, there's nothing for you to worry about Cherry dear, because you're not so stupidly hot-headed as Amber was. You're a good obedient little girl aren't you?" Cherry squirmed but didn't refute his assessment. "Amber tried to tell someone about the transformation - Someone who didn't already know - and that triggered a safety feature that we've built in. And it's not just for you girls, the safety feature is embedded in every single person that works here. So even if someone managed to find out by accident, and then tried to reveal it to someone who didn't know, the results would be identical." He paused, a slight smirk spreading across his face. "Well, maybe not quite identical, we all like a little variety in our diet, but you get my meaning." Richard stopped and looked with seriousness into Cherry's eyes "You do get my meaning, don't you Cherry?" Cherry looked back at her boss and managed to squeeze out a sound to indicate the affirmative. "Excellent!" remarked Richard, "So we're all on the same page. Of course" he laughed "It wouldn't be so bad to share her fate now would it? She does seem to be having a great time and I know she's enjoying all of the extra attention." Richard pushed away from his leaning position and made his way in a langorous gait towards the door. He paused before leaving and turned back to Cherry "You know, if a position does open up again then Amber might even be the one to get it. I dare say that she's making an impression on the other executives." He looked Cherry meaningfully up and down "A friendly demeanor and a little effort in a girl's appearance goes an awfully long way you know. You might want to think about that if you want your old job back." With this Richard exited the office, leaving Cherry with a cold chill running down her spine. Towards the end of the afternoon Cherry made her way to the kitchen to make Mark another coffee. She knew the way he liked it now and was getting quite good at getting it just the right strength. She found herself in the kitchen with her old colleague John, who had been retained in the post along with Mark. "Good afternoon John" she said politely. "Good afternoon...." he replied. He leaned in towards her ear before adding ".....Charles". The hair on Cherry's neck stood on end. "You know?" she whispered. "Yes, Marta left the door open when it happened. I looked in because I thought you were getting fired....and then....." John was visibly shaken and had to steel himself in order to continue. "How could they do that. It's so awful. I was too scared to tell you that I saw it." Cherry's mind was racing, trying to figure out how best to use this development. "Don't say anything to anyone." she instructed. "There's a failsafe in place so that if anyone from the company, including you, tells anyone else, then they'll be transformed into a giggling bimbo." John stared at Cherry in shock "I...I almost told my brother" he stammered. "Well don't" replied Cherry. "You've got to find out how they've done it. We've got to override the failsafe and also get enough evidence for the authorities to believe us. We're being monitored, so you're our only hope John. Only talk to me when you've got something. We don't want to arouse suspicions." Knowing that she would be missed if she took too long, Cherry gave John an urgent look and returned to her desk. The end of the work day came around and the girls made their way back home. Cherry waited until she was alone with Lucy, and put some loud music on (the most respectable music she could find in her new collection was No Doubt, and she found herself unconsciously mouthing the words) before telling Lucy about John. Lucy agreed that they should keep it secret from Amber, just in case. After Lucy once again cooked the girls an excellent meal, Cherry and Lucy defiantly remained downstairs through the evening. However, their resolute attempts at research on the Internet (to no avail) or watching television in exhaustion, were interrupted periodically by the one woman fashion show that was Amber. Squeels of delight from upstairs were inevitably followed by a loud clicking of heels on the wooden stairs and then a triumphant entrance into the living room to show off a sequinned gold dress or yet another skirt. Her greatest moment of joy was when she presented her friends with a vision of herself in a full cheerleading outfit, flirtatiously lifting up her short skirt to show her heart shaped bottom and waving a set of pom poms in the air. On each occasion Cherry and Lucy smiled politely and went back to their tasks. Neither said anything, but secretly they were both a little jealous of Amber and her wardrobe and wondered about what treasures might await them if they dared to search beyond the wardrobe doors in their own rooms. WEDNESDAY Cherry looked hard into the face of Lucy sat opposite her on the train into work. Lucy was thoroughly engrossed in the celebrity gossip magazine that she had bought, so it was sometime before she looked up and took in Cherry's expression of concern. "Hey Cherry, what's up?" "You're wearing make up." It was a statement, not a question. Cherry hadn't thought to look as they rushed out of the door that morning (Amber had made them late by taking an age in the bathroom), but now sitting opposite her, the lipstick and mascara on Lucy's face was unmissable. "Oh yeah" Lucy replied, attempting to act nonchalant, but clearly feeling guilty. She leaned in towards Cherry so that no-one else could hear "OK, ok, I know. It's just that Richard said that making a little more effort about my appearance would go a long way. If there's any chance of getting my old job, and life, back, then I want to take it." "He said the same thing to me" replied Cherry in an urgent whisper. "But we can't go along with it. We've got to resist!" "Don't get me wrong" Lucy responded, suspiciously bouncy red curls falling in front of her face, "I'm all in for taking control, but well if that fails.... Plan B......sorry!" Cherry sat back into her seat in a huff. She tried to look out of the window, but was confronted with the smiling, vacant expression of Amber beside her. "Why the frown babe?" she asked in her high girly voice "It's a sunny day and we're all here with our besties" Cherry didn't reply, but attempted a conciliatory smile, which seemed to confuse Amber momentarily before she easily returned to her happy, care free existence. When they arrived at the office it was clear that Amber was now quite the popular girl among the male staff. Everyone smiled and wished her a good day, and there were even a few winks. Lucy got her fair share of good morning crossfire, Amber's alluring aura apparently rubbing off on the closest attractive girl nearby. Cherry's face in contrast was unadorned and slightly screwed up in a funk. She was almost entirely ignored, a situation that she thought had been her intention but secretly left her feeling a little jealous. Cherry was now quite used to the new routine and was accomplished enough at her assigned tasks to allow her mind to wander as she worked. What if Lucy was right? Maybe there really was a chance of the firm giving some of them their old jobs back. What if she was throwing away her chances by refusing to play along? For all Mark seemed to appreciate her breasts, he hadn't yet offered her one word of encouragement about her work or attitude. She couldn't advance plan A much at the moment in her circumstances. Maybe she should be giving a little bit of thought to plan B. The next time she had some work ready for Mark, she made an effort to speak in a positive tone and to smile brightly. Mark looked up at her from his desk and responded with a weak upturn of one side of his mouth and a muttered "thank you". Cherry was beginning to grow quite concerned now, and this was only heightened when, on one of her journeys to make coffee for Mark, she heard Richard warmly praising both Lucy and Amber on their work and attitude. On the way out for lunch she saw Alan and Lucy chirpily exchanging pleasantries and her mind was made up. She had no time to lose in making up ground. "Before we get lunch, do you mind if we swing past the chemist, I want to pick some stuff up" Lucy gave her a knowing look that Cherry could not hold in return. "Actually" said Lucy "I'm afraid I have to stay in today and help Alan on an urgent project. You can still go to lunch with Amber." "Sure hun, no problem" replied Amber who had appeared, uninvited, by her side. Cherry, who found the new Amber rather annoying company, this time actually found herself reassured to have a companion to help her complete her errand. In the shop, the selection of cosmetics was utterly bewildering. "How on earth do you decide which one to get?" wondered Cherry out loud. "Mmmm, let me see..." said Amber, who was having a great time. "This shade would just look perfect with your skin. Amber grasped Cherry's hand and reached straight for the tester samples that had rather terrified Cherry. She applied some foundation to Cherry's skin and then held it up for them both to view. "Yes, that's the one" exclaimed Amber. "Now, I think pink is a good colour for you." continued Amber, moving on to nail varnish and then lipstick. Cherry felt like she was caught in a whirlwind, and didn't have the confidence to resist. Actually it felt a little special to have someone pay so much personal attention to her and she even felt a little flutter of excitement as they reached the counter to purchase the treasures they had discovered together. Back at work, Amber pulled Cherry into the ladies room and went to work. Cherry's lips were brightened to look moist and juicy, her jaw and cheekbones were highlighted and became more elegant. Finally some mystery and even a touch of glamour were added to her eyes. By the end she looked like a different woman and Cherry couldn't help but pose and pout a little in the mirror. Amber was beside herself with glee at her creation. Walking back through the office, Cherry noticed others, noticing her. She walked with confidence for perhaps the first time, shoulders back, eyes forward. She felt good. Mark was clearly impressed as well. His eyes narrowed as she walked back into the office, as if looking at a totally new arrival. His gaze still soon strayed over her body as before, but it was a start. ------------------------------------------- A little after lunch, a meeting held in Richard's office finished, and Marta asked Cherry to go into the office and help clear away the used coffee mugs and biscuit trays. Cherry knew by now to comply with any request from the steely matriarch of the firm and hopped to it. She stood demurely and walked over to the side entrance to Richard's office. As she reached out to grasp the door handle she heard a strange muffled moaning sound from inside, but she had the door open before she even had time to wonder at the source. She was greeted by a sight that made her lose her footing, and grasp the wall for support. The first thing she registered was that Richard was standing in the middle of his office with his trousers around his ankles. It was only while trying to take this in that she realised that the form kneeling before Richard was the former banking executive, the former man, Amber. Her top was pulled down to unleash her bare boobies, which bounced gently on her chest as she drew her plump lips up and down Richard's hard cock. Her large heavily made up eyes were raised towards the face of the recipient of her attentions. Cherry gasped and Amber glanced in her direction, but didn't stop. Richard didn't even look round "Don't stop baby, keep going" he softly reassured the girl before him, taking her head in one hand and beginning to thrust slightly into her face. Amber returned her focus to the large rod of man-meat now ticking the back of her throat "MMMmmmm.....Mmmnnpfff" she moaned, slightly quickening her rhythm. Cherry was too stunned to move, and watched on as Richard tensed his body and then released in a series of shudders, his buttocks clenching as he unloaded into her eager mouth. Amber swallowed and then went to work cleaning him off, her tongue swirling around his dick in one fluid motion. After a few moments, Amber raised herself to her feet, a naughty smile on her face and rearranged her boobs back inside her top. She winked at Cherry as she skipped passed her on the way out. Richard simply zipped his trousers back up and returned to his desk. "Yes Cherry?" he enquired, seemingly totally calm "Are you here to clean up? Thank you. Unfortunately, Amber has already done part of that job, but maybe another time." It took her a few moments but Cherry managed to begin her task. She could feel Richard's eyes on her as she bent over the table to retrieve the debris of the meeting. Those eyes that had so recently been leering down at the submissive face and bobbing breasts of Amber, now roving over her own curves. She told herself that she was disgusted but she felt the beginnings of a strange warm sensation between her legs. Cherry quickly finished up and returned to her desk. How could Amber do that? She thought. How could she take another man's penis inside her mouth? It was so filthy. Cherry couldn't help but imagine herself in Amber's position. Surely it would have been enough to make her wretch, all big and salty and throbbing and....mmmmmm..... Mark walked past Cherry's desk, his approach unnoticed from behind Cherry's, causing Cherry to recognise her own thoughts with a jolt. Oh God! What was she thinking? She stared ahead in a daze as Mark walked away in front of her. ....Walked away with that tight little bottom....That little bottom that would become even tighter when it clenches just like Richard's had a few minutes earlier...spraying Mark's seed deep into Cherry's throat.... She managed to shake her head and return to reality. What on earth was going on? It must just be hormones she reasoned. This body she was in was clearly attracted to males, and it was inevitable human nature to think about sex. Moment by moment she managed to largely convince herself that there was nothing too horrific to worry abo