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The pristinely clean hallway stood deserted in the quiet mid-morning,
the noisy students all in classes, the corridor silent, apart from the
tap tap of footsteps approaching from the main entrance of the college.
A young man walked nervously towards his appointment.
He reached the chairs in front of the office door, and taking a deep
breath, sat down. The man was so wrapped up in his own thoughts,
nervously smoothing the wrinkles of his suit, that he didn't even notice
when the janitor sat next to him.
"Oh...! Hey... good day!"
Timothy offered his hand to the janitor, the chubby latin man
scrutinized him from behind his short moustache before returning the
handshake.
"You are Jack's replacement?" The janitor asked in a strong latin
accent, vigorously holding his hand.
"Yes, yes I am... Timothy Reek."
"Paco... I guess not for much longer, but... well, you'll see soon
enough."
Their hands separated, leaving the younger of the two as confused as he
was nervous.
"You're friends with the dean?"
"Yes, the Dean and the Janitor of this institution are always... closely
related. How much you know about the job?"
"Oh..." Timothy clears his throat. "Well, I know about the institute's
reputation, it's so prestigious, like everybody... it's one of the best
institutes in the world!"
The Janitor chuckled.
"You know Jack?"
"Yes, I was quite a sickly brat when I was a kid and he was my home
tutor when I couldn't go to school."
"That sounds like him, always the buen hombre."
"I only qualified six months ago... It was quite a surprise when he put
me forward for the dean's position... this institution is quite
prestigious and I'm a total noob... I'm not sure if I'm up for the
challenge..." Timothy closed his lips and fondled the nape of his neck,
trying to chuckle. "Sorry, I talk too much!"
"Sin problema amigo, you shouldn't worry, Jack's got your back, he's
quite good at that."
"So, why are you..."
The door of the dean's office opened, a black man, wearing an imported
dark blue suit and with an almost completely bald head apart from a
fringe of grey hair, stepped out.
Jack nodded a hello to the young man and gave Paco a look;
"It's about time."
The Janitor got up and tapped Timothy's shoulder.
"Don't worry, I won't be too long."
Timothy wasn't sure about what to say, by the time he opened his mouth
the Janitor and the Dean were already in the office.
"Sure..."
The door closed before he'd finished talking, the man remained in the
chair, he blew air through his pursed lips and tapped his legs, waiting
and listening to the mumbles coming from the other side of the door. It
sounded like a cheerful conversation between two friends, or at least as
cheerful as Jack got, Pedro sounded really glad about something.
Then there was a long silence... broken by a short yell.
Timothy's eyes moved left and right as he squeezed his lips, moans and
gasps began to sound in succession. After the second yell he got up and
got close to the door, holding his breath, trying to listen. The Janitor
was gasping and moaning in clear pleasure, but with each squeak the deep
voice of the man sounded more high pitched,
Maybe it wasn't his voice...
Listening carefully, it sounded almost as if the Janitor was having sex
with a lady in front of the Dean.
Timothy's ear was against the door, there was more than just lewd
sounds... something else... like a leather bag being filled with meat...
or the crackle of bones bouncing on hard stone...
The young man held his breath, hearing a woman melting in pleasure... he
gulped and sweated, his mind so focussed on understanding what was going
on that he almost felt to the floor when the door was open again..
"Amigo, don't you know that women don't like Peeping Toms?"
It was a tall latin lady, almost as tall as the door frame, a luxurious
raven mane of sweaty curly hair fell on her shoulders, she had a fierce
face with large eyes, swollen lips and just the right shade of tanned
skin.
She seemed to be wearing the Janitor's jumpsuit... but it was too small
for her, short in the arms and legs, the zip was open down the front,
revealing too much of her cleavage and almost nothing of her hard
nipples.
The woman smirked, looking down at the trembling man.
"I... hem... sorry...?"
"Aaaah, don't worry, it's a great day after all!" She said, tapping his
shoulder. "You don't get your co?o back every day!"
Timothy was totally perplexed, from behind the woman Jack hid a chuckle
and called out to him with his usual serious tone.
"Timothy, you can come past now."
"Su-sure..."
The latin lady winked at the Dean.
"Don't be too mean with him, ok? I will call you later, I guess we will
have to go shopping together!"
Jack nodded and she left the two men alone, Timothy froze, watching how
the woman's round ass moved away... there was a wet stain on the
crotch...
"Timothy?"
"Oh! Yes, sorry!"
He entered the office and the Dean closed the door behind him. Jack sat
in his behind the desk in his large chair, Timothy on the small one in
front of it, it was a bit moist and warm and smelt strongly too...
"Timothy? Are you alright?"
"Yes, yes... I'm... just... who was she?"
"The old Dean... and the old Janitor."
"Oook... and where's Mister Pedro?"
"You just saw him leaving."
Timothy wasn't sure he was following... or indeed if he wanted to
follow.
"I... don't understand..."
Jack leant back in his chair.
"Percival Turm Institute of Higher Education... do you know what the key
to the success of this institution is?"
"No, sir."
"Tradition, Tim, tradition! This institute is older than most
countries... of course, to stay at the top it has had to shift with the
times... and it asks the same of it's staff."
"I see... that has something to do with the job offer...?"
"Indeed." The Dean opened a drawer in his desk, picked up a photo and
showed it to Timothy. "What do you see?"
Tim felt like he was that sick boy getting tutored in his home once
more.
"A woman...?"
"Pamela Tonks, blonde like corn, white like milk and more british than
earl grey tea, she was the Dean before me, but her time in charge of the
staff came to an end and she chose me as her replacement."
Timothy nodded as the Dean got lost in his memories, playing with the
photo.
"I didn't believe her when she told me... it was just like all the other
rumours... but now I've seen it so many times and she was the first...
she pulled down her skirt , grew a penis and became the new Janitor...
and now her time has come to an end... just like mine..."
"OK, Jack, I don't know if this is a weird joke... but I'm starting
to..."
"I wouldn't blame you for not believing me, but I will be clear, in this
institute the Dean and the Janitor are rotating positions, once the Dean
finishes his job, he or she gives up their gender and ethnicity to work
for the next Dean as the new Janitor and when their shift as Janitor
ends they can leave and regain their gender and only their gender... if
they want..."
"That sounds insane... and convoluted..."
"Indeed,... you want to know another insane fact? Not a single Janitor
has left this building as a man... I wonder why..."
Tim tapped his fingers together several times under the serene gaze of
the old Dean.
"So you're saying that the woman in the picture was the chubby mexican
janitor..."
Jack nodded calmly.
"And that if I accept the job, you will become a mexican janitor too? A
female one...?"
"Well, maybe not a latin woman. The ethnicity is chosen at random."
The young man tried to stall as his brain kept distilling the insanity.
"Wha... What about your wife?"
"She knows and she is... how can I put it... intriguingly complicit."
"But... what about your kids?"
"All my personal matters are tied-up and safe, I knew this was going to
happen sooner or later... as you do now... if you take the job."
"And when..."
The Dean put the photo back in the drawer and pulled out a contract and
pen, he slid them in front of Timothy.
"It will begin as soon as you put your name on it. Take your time to
read it, but it's all pretty clear."
Tim grabbed the contract and began to read in silence under the serene
gaze of the Dean, it was indeed clear, all the silly rumours whispered
with chuckles in the school corridors and the back rooms of pubs became
as true as the runes in front of his eyes.
From time to time, the dark ink of those runes glowed with a burnished
shade of gold.
He read it five times and then twice more, it was indeed clear...
annoyingly clear, the most disturbing parts were the ones detailing the
changes, with blunt, vulgar words like cock and cunt... every time he
read those parts he gave a quick glance towards the old Dean as his mind
imagined the descriptions...
In the remaining parts of the contract, it's seemingly horrid
implications were compensated for by paragraphs talking about salaries
and vacations...
He nervously continued to read, taking time to think and wonder, his
fingers drumming on the arm of the chair he was perched on.
"Dean? Can I ask a question?"
Jack nodded thoughtfully in response.
"How long does my contract run for? How long will I be Dean before, you
know....", Tim didn't finish the sentence, but just looked at Jack.
"Clever boy.. You noticed that that part wasn't specified, didn't you?"
"Yes..."
"Depends on how long the Janitor wants to keep working for, but no less
than ten years... I will try to give you as long as Pamela gave me...
around thirty years... most likely a little bit more..."
"And then I will..."
"Yes, you will have to find the next Dean... and serve him or her as a
woman."
"And if I broke the contract...?"
"You can't, if you put your name below those runes it's the same as
writing on your skin... only death can break that vow... and trying to
cheat your way out can result in an even worse metamorphosis... that's
why you should be very sure before doing it."
A thousand thoughts whirled around in TIm's mind, as he tried to make
sense of the crazy proposition that was being put to him. In the space
of less than half an hour, reality has seemed to crumble beneath his
feet.
Obviously, being the Dean of such prestigious institution would put him
at the very top of his profession, like going from a freshman to olympic
champion... but the price after that... was it worth making such an
enormous change? He would almost become a new person for who knew how
many years.
He would be becoming a lady but not just that a janitor, a cleaner.
Strangely, the thought of becoming a lowly school repair woman and
cleaner made his dick rise slightly inside his pants.
Timothy knew well why, of course.
He thought back to his middle year at the University of Oregon, a shy
quiet twenty year old, too nervous to talk to the sexy girls he went to
his lectures with, but one night, when he entered his college room, he
found the cleaning lady still vacuuming the carpet.
So different from the slim, pretty girls at school. She was at least in
her early forties, curvaceous, maybe even a little pudgy, her breasts
straining the plain cotton uniform she wore over her olive skin, her
long auburn hair, streaked with grey was done up in a tight little bun,
keeping it out of her way while she worked. Cat-Eye glasses adorned her
sapphire eyes, a little old fashioned maybe, but they suited her.
The young man would remember her for life.
She asked some inane question about one of his books, he answered shyly,
she chuckled, she seemed to like him for some reason... maybe he was
just her taste in men...
The cleaning lady sat down on the bed next to him, and before either of
them knew what was happening they were kissing, one thing led to
another, and they were soon naked on his thin single bed, his virgin
cock thrusting into her loose middle aged pussy, as she screamed and
moaned with lewd pleasure, the bed groaning under their combined weight.
As it was his first time, it didn't take him long until he climaxed,
more intensely than he ever thought possible.
The maid had quickly washed between her legs at his sink, and zipping up
her uniform had left, without leaving a glance or a name.
He never saw her again, but that moment, losing his virginity to a
middle aged cleaner, refined his needs and desires for ever...
His mind focused back on the present, as he continued to re-re-read the
contract again and again, not even really looking at the words...
focusing just on the idea of Jack becoming that cleaning lady... and
maybe someday himself too...
He felt his dick pressing against his smart pants, his desired refined
once more, the thought of actually becoming a woman, cleaner or janitor,
responsible for keeping the whole institute pristine... perhaps giving
the same gift that he received to a lucky boy...
It wouldn't leave his mind, he tried to convince himself the whole idea
was as crazy as it was insane, but his cock seemed to be in charge of
his body right at that moment.
He found his hand picking up the pen, without any conscious though...
the Dean noticed it.
"Have you made up your mind?", for the first time his tone seemed a bit
worried... nervous even, but Tim wasn't sure if he cared...
Moving slowly towards the contract with the strange symbols, he tried to
tell himself not to do it, that he was throwing his life away, but that
wasn't exactly true... His heart and dick told him to do it, that he
wanted this so much, it was who he needed to be to be happy...
Reason and madness, fear and lust... struggling in his brain...
He took another deep breath, looking at the strange glowing runes on the
thick paper of the contract, knowing that if signed, his life would
change forever... perhaps for the better...
Timothy thought about that cleaning lady's body, her big slightly saggy
tits, round belly, wide hips and ass and lips and hair... and imagined
being in a body just like hers.
That final thought pushed him into making a decision, clutching the pen
tightly in his slightly sweaty fingers, under the silent stare of the
Dean, he quickly scrawled his name below the runes, they seemed to flash
and sparkle for a second, before they faded back into plain printed
symbols around the name: Timothy Reek.
Timothy dropped the pen, it rolled across the table until Jack stopped
it, the silence was as thick as yoghurt.
A drop of sweat fell and slid down the Dean's face, Tim opened his
mouth, closed it and then spoke.
"Now... what?"
Jack pushed his chair away from the desk, opened his shirt and began to
untie his tie.
"Now... HMMMMMMPF!"
He couldn't finish, he grabbed the arms of the chair and kicked the
desk, rolling away in the chair until it hit the wall behind.
"Jack!"
The young man got up and ran towards the Dean. The old man was sitting
on the chair, covered in sweat, blowing and snorting, Tim could see his
veins throbbing. They exchanged looks, the Dean began to open his damp
shirt.
"It hurts so much..." he said in an almost inaudible voice.
He opened his shirt, revealing a chubby belly and his torso, covered in
white hair, he tried to unfasten his pants belt, but the pain made him
grab the chair again.
"Help... please!"
Tim gulped and helped, as he undid the belt he saw the growing bulge of
the Dean's crotch.
Jack grabbed his pants and underwear, with the shameful intention of
showing his erection, but the pain stopped him again.
The old black man begged with his eyes.
"Pull them all the way down!"
Timothy saw tears sliding down with the sweat, he obeyed, and in a
single pull lowered pants and underwear all the way to the ankles.
Hairy, the same color as his chest, balls rested on the warm leather of
the chair, penis proudly erect despite his age and the shame.
"This is... so much... so fucking much..." His penis was so hard that it
hurt to look, he was sweating so much that he could have melted where he
sat... and he actually looked a bit shorter "Tim-chan... you... you are
a good boy..."
"Tim-chan...?"
Timothy was scared... confused... expectant... amazed...
The Dean blinked his eyes... was it fear that made them look so big...
no? Well maybe it was the long eyelashes then?
A new wave of pain made the nearly naked old man clench his teeth and
stretch his legs, the constant sweating began to shave his hair, like
the gentlest razor on the world.
The young man watched, his mouth made an O at how the perfect body
shaving left the dark skin of the man moist and soft, with hair only
remaining on his hairy crotch and thick eyebrows.
Jack raised his hand and both Tim and he saw his fingers stretching,
growing long and thin, topped with pointy and delicate long nails.
"Tim-chan..." The voice of the old man was barely a whisper. "Give me
the... THE... ????!"
"The... what?"
The transforming man pointed to the second drawer of his desk with a
shaking feminine finger, his arms were losing tone... his legs gaining
weight...
Tim opened the drawer and carefully pulled out the only thing inside
that he thought Jack may want, the young man showed the large purple
dildo to the Dean.
"This...?"
"Yes... arigato..."
He grabbed the dildo, turned on the device's vibration and put it
against his cock, he began to gasp and moan shivering with painful
pleasure.
His free hand moved towards his chest, fondling his left nipple, the
heart behind beating hard... Tim gave a soft groan of surprise as the
dark nipple grew stiff... and then the tip began to lost its colour,
becoming pinkish... it extended over the areola until it jumped onto the
skin, turning the dark skin pale and swelling the flesh, forming a
tit...
Jack looked at the new boob on his chest, the pale skin jumped again,
taking over his finger, the right nipple also started to paint itself
pink...
"What a ?????! GRYYAAAAAAAARGH!"
The yell wasn't manly at all, as a with series of loud cracks and snaps
the waist and pelvis of the man changed their configuration towards the
feminine, his knees were together, his belly began to deflate as it was
covered by the paleness...
"Tim-chan..."
Tim lost his gaze of wonder and reacted.
"Yes?!"
"Jakiko... I want to be call... Jakiko..."
"Su-sure!"
"???..." When he tried to smile his swollen lips turned the shade of his
bouncing breast's hard nipples. "You will have to teach me to speak
english..."
"Of course! Don't worry... sir."
But the Dean was back to focussing on his vibrating masturbation, the
sound of inflation indicating that his ass was now round and firm but
jiggly...
His eyebrows and hairy crotch began to turn black, all over his bald
scalp hundreds of small hairs began to sprout that quickly gained
length... they were a light brown tone, it looked as if they were
sucking the colour from the skin below...
"Almost there...! ?????....! Almost there!"
The voice of the Dean was almost cute now and his face was starting to
match it, losing it's square shape in favour of a round one, his pale
cheeks blushing with intensity, his nose was still slightly too big...
A loud moan of pleasure escaped from his juicy pink lips, his light
brown hair kept growing, looking like a bad wig, Tim took a step back
just before the cum hit the floor.
"???...!"
Jack kept moaning in his soft voice, his decolouring cock began to
shrink into the dark brush between his legs... but it didn't stop there.
It became small and smaller... then with a loud slurping sound he leant
forward with a gasp as his crotch sucks his balls inside his flesh,
starting to form ovaries.
The Dean looked at his diminishing pride with more tears than before,
his brown hair finished growing, at just the right time to be shoulder
length. With fury and frustration he began to rub the dildo against his
forming womanhood.
"Shit! FUCK!"
He spread his legs, hanging one over the arm of the chair, his small
penis seemed to react - getting harder, but the frustration on his face
didn't look good, not even to Tim.
"I... I don't think that's a good idea..."
But Jack didn't hear, he kept pushing, and with another fleshy loud
sound the dildo went all the way inside him...
"Oooooooooooooh...!"
The voice of the woman crumbled in pleasure as her labia formed around
the vibrating rubber, the tiny dick became an even smaller clitoris at
top of her hairy vagina.
"Tim-chan... now... now I know why.... ????????!"
"Are you OK?"
The question sounded dumb as soon as it was asked and didn't seem worthy
of an answer, the Dean was no longer a dean or a man and the lewd
expression on her moist blushing face told him everything he needed to
know.
""Timothy! I ... I wish ... ?????????????????!"
Jakiko reached her first orgasms, at least four of them, she convulsed
in the chair in pure bliss, the changes having ended long ago.
The young man, blushing as much as she was, took a step back, given her
time to rest and trying to discreetly suffocate his erection.
After several minutes the japanese woman opened her eyes, she let the
dildo fall to the floor as her fingers with their long nails moved
around her naked skin, her expression was firm and serene, just as it
was when she was a male.
She got up, her pants and the underwear around her knees, her shirt and
jacket, now way too big, hung from her arms, her tie still around her
neck.
Timothy watched as she removed the tie and let the clothes fall to the
floor and then took a step forward, standing completely naked and
barefoot in front of him.
"??????????...?"
Jack's nude feminine form was as far as it could have been from the old
Dean, where the Dean was tall, sturdy and chubby, she was short, soft
and fluffy, her skin pale instead of dark, with a bust and pink nipples
that were just the right size, where he was bald, now she had short,
light brown hair, the only thing that really remained were the eyebrows,
thick and bushy, manly in the old face, but now cute, they were black,
like the hair on her crotch.
Tim apologised.
"I'm sorry... I don't understand..."
Jakiko nodded, with a humble look in his direction, she downplayed his
embarrassment, she opened the last drawer of her old desk and pulled out
two bags.
She pulled a towel from the first bag and cleaned the sweat from her
body and hair, then she put the dirty towel and her old clothes in the
same bag, but left the shoes out.
From the second bag she took her wedding ring and her imported watch,
which she put where they belonged, without pausing she slid inside a
pair of plain, large white cotton panties and then showed her bra to
Tim.
"???????????"
Timothy didn't understand a single word of the asian gibberish, but this
time he read Jakiko's blush correctly.
"Su-sure!"
The woman showed him her back and raised her arms, Tim fastened the bra
around her breasts, focusing on the memory of who Jakiko was just a
short while ago and begged silently that his erection wouldn't press
against her butt.
With her trinkets and her underwear in place, Jakiko pulled one last
thing from the second bag, a greenish jumpsuit... her new uniform...
The Janitor put her legs into the jump suit, the arms into it's sleeves
and then pulled the front zip, ensuring that she left enough cleavage.
To finish she wore her old big shoes and tied a cloth over her head.
Nervously, she smoothed the wrinkles in her jumpsuit, Tim chuckled.
"Looks good on you, Miss Janitor."
Jakiko give him a kind smile, then pulled out a rag, dropped to her
knees and began to clean the last seed of her manliness from the floor.
Timothy tried to stop her.
"No! That's not necessary!"
But the Janitor didn't stop until the floor was like a mirror, with a
smirk of satisfaction she put the rag in the back pocket of her
jumpsuit and stood up.
She put the bag with her old clothes inside the second empty bag and
held them, looking at Tim.
"????????."
"What...?"
Jakiko pointed to one of the buttons on the phone that was on the desk,
the young man read the name by it's side.
"Secretary..." The Janitor pointed to the empty chair behind the desk
and Tim understood.
"Oh... oh, yeah, sure."
Timothy sat in the chair, Jakiko walked towards the door, the young man
gulped.
"Well... hem... thanks for the job and... good luck!"
The Janitor nodded softly to him , still smiling, then she opened the
door and left.
Tim sat in the chair, tapping the arms, he tried to whistle, the leather
under him was still hot and wet, he could smell her perfectly.
As the sound of her footsteps faded away down the corridor, he slumped
back in the chair and felt his foot hit something... the dildo...
Tim grabbed it, it was slightly sticky and slimy, but the young Dean
then saw the contract still laying on the desk, he picked it up,
nervously, and slid it into the drawer along with the dildo.
The quietness of the room engulfed him, he felt his stomach churning, as
he realised that he had signed something that would direct his whole
life from this moment on, and not only that, he had signed because he
was horny...
But ... of course he had gained so much, a prestigious position, as Dean
of the one of the best institutes in the country, and of course, in a
few years, he was going to actually live his recently discovered fetish,
he was actually going to become a cleaning lady.
As these thoughts raced through his head, he felt his dick stirring in
his pants, it grew harder and thicker, pressing against his zipper,
which he slowly pulled down and pushed aside his already strained
underwear. His penis, sprang out, bigger than he had ever known it
before. He stroked it's head, before pausing, and looking nervously at
the door. He then laughed, just a bit embarrassed, only a few minutes
ago the dean became a woman and was pleasuring herself in the same chair
he was now using.
He took his dick in his hand, and began to slowly play with himself, as
the thoughts of becoming a woman became more and more intense, he went
faster and faster, until, with a grunt, he climaxed, spraying his thick
ropy cum over the desk and the chair.
He collapsed back into the chair, his chair, totally exhausted, but
exhilarated at the same time, the thoughts of the days, months and years
to come filled his mind, he was now ready and thrilled to start his new
life as Dean and, some day, as Janitor.
Then he blinked and frenetically started to look for something to clean
up the cum, he ended up using his tie...
Jakiko walked calmly down the corridor, knowing Timothy well she didn't
immediately go to find the secretary, the boy deserved ten or fifteen
minutes... a pleasant memory made her smile...
She enjoyed the tap tap of her overly big shoes... as long as she was
the Janitor the corridors would always remain clean and pristine...
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