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Workplace Standards By Monsta I awoke to the slight shaking of the bed. I groggily looked at the alarm clock through my blurry sleep crusted eyes and saw it was 3:12am. After waking up a bit more and getting my bearings about me I realized the bed's motion was the result of my wife Ellen masturbating. I lay in bed motionless, pretending to be asleep. If she knew I was awake she might try to involve me, and at 3:13am I just wanted to sleep. My wife's sex drive was way higher than my own and we both had an unspoken agreement that I'd do what I could for her, but sometimes she had to take care of those surplus urges on her own. I heard and felt her motion rhythm increase in speed, and then I heard a couple of faint moans from her. She must be close anyway, I thought. Indeed, after another minute or so I heard her gasp and felt her body contract a few times in orgasmic spasms. She breathed heavily for a bit, and then I felt her shuffle about as she put her clothing back in place. For a minute or so the room was still and quiet, but then I heard Ellen whisper, "Steve, are you awake?" I hesitated for a moment and then replied, "Yeah." With the pretense of sleep dropped, she spoke in her normal voice, "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you. I went to the bathroom a bit ago and when I got back to bed I started thinking about stuff and well, I got horny." "It's ok hun," I told her calmly, "I know how it is." She scooted up next to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She then draped her arm over me and we cuddled until we both fell asleep. At 6:00 am the alarm clock went off and I moved swiftly to slap it back into silence. Ellen stirred awake beside me and groaned in an all too sleepy voice, "Uuugh, how can it be 6 already?" I gave her a playful pat on her cute little butt and got up to go to the bathroom. I found that the toilet seat was up already, one of the few advantages of having a wife with a penis. Ellen was standardized to male about three years ago when she started working at Vincent Yungoza Inc. as a supervisor. We had both debated whether she should join a male standard company, but the job offer was amazing and well, couples can adapt to having the same parts. We have adapted, sure, though I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss her vagina. Neither of us was into anal so our sex life became handjobs and blowjobs. It's ok I guess. It's enough to satisfy me, and other than Ellen's occasional masturbating she seems ok with things too. When she had first come home with her new penis she almost immediately dropped her pants to show it to me. It was almost like she was proud of it or something. I hate to admit it but it is fairly impressive, about 8 inches erect and thick. She was about two inches bigger than me, and as if that weren't bad enough her balls were larger as well. She was undoubtedly more, "man" than I was in the actual genital sense. She's still very much female in all other ways, fortunately. Standardization only affects the actual genitals, it doesn't cause any secondary sexual traits to change. It's one of the reasons I think that there hasn't been more resistance to standardization. As long as a male standard woman kept things "in place" and as long as a female standard man didn't wear anything that would show a camel toe, they looked like normal men and women. I should note the only obvious exception is female standard men who become pregnant. Now normally, their cycle and periods are simply regulated by small fluctuations in their testosterone levels, which doesn't affect their physical appearance. But, during a pregnancy other hormones obviously come into play, and pregnant men will grow boobs and get a, "pregnancy glow" about them. After delivery and finishing nursing their boobs will diminish back to normal most of the time. If they have anything left over it would probably just be dainty little A cups, so unless they have their shirt off to reveal their big feminine nipples, the lumps in their shirt would just look like normal man boobs to anyone looking. Speaking of pregnancy, with both of us approaching 30, if we want to have biological offspring one of us is going to have to get a job at a female standard company. Which is easier said than done In Medford Oregon, our area seems to be heavily tilted towards male companies. Standardization is leveraged at the state level, so even though Oregon as a whole has a 50 50 gender balance, some areas invariably had more of one than the other. For example, Roseburg, which is about two hours away has a widely known female tilted business standardization. I don't like standardization, and as far as I know most people don't like it either. But, if you want a job it's just the way things are. All of this started in the 80s when Aphea Medical Corporation announced they had found a way to induce rapid cell division in the genitals. It has something to do with how genitals are programmed to respond in the womb to certain stimuli, but the actual science of all of it is over my head. All I know is that by the 90s the process had advanced to the point where a person could get new naughty bits faster than they could get eye glasses. Apparently, piles of corporate money had poured into researching and rapidly advancing this new technology. And given the result we are stuck with today, it's easy to see why. In 1999 a large number of corporate lobbyists and lawyers rammed the Sexual Standardization Act through a government all too set up to cater to corporate interests. Companies wanted freedom from sexual related issues, and they got it. The act requires any employed person to conform their genitals to the standard of their workplace. The act also happens to make employers immune from sexual discrimination suits, sexual harassment suits and a number of other goodies. So, for almost 20 years now any person in the workforce had to have the genitals that were the standard where they worked. For example my employer, JRG Accounting, has a male standard. That means each and every one of my coworkers has a schlong in their pants, even the cute redheaded receptionist. It also means if the cute redheaded receptionist decided to force herself on me, I could still have her arrested and sue her, but I could never ever bring legal action against JRG Accounting. I signed the standardization waiver when I accepted the job. Like I said I don't like standardization, but I have to begrudgingly admit that it does make the workplace much more relaxed and efficient. There is zero sexual tension, and nobody is worried about saying something offensive because there's basically no such thing as non-physical sexual harassment. I could call all of my women coworkers into a conference room, put up a powerpoint of porn and then tell offensive jokes about women and totally get away with it. Hell, they'd probably laugh. After all we're all "guys" around there anyhow. From what Ellen says about her workplace it is pretty much the same way there. She's a supervisor, but even though she's the boss a lot of guys on her team crack jokes right in front of her that would have been considered "inappropriate" prior to standardization. Ellen sometimes passes the jokes on to me at dinner, and some of them are quite funny. In fact, she had told one just the night before, and I thought about it again which caused me to chuckle as I relieved myself. Just as I was finishing up Ellen came into the bathroom and asked me, "What's so funny?" I flushed the toilet and said, "Just thinking about that joke you heard from Harry at your work." Ellen smiled as she remembered it too. She then went up to the toilet, reached into her pink PJ bottoms and pulled out her dick so she could relieve herself as well. If there was any doubt that we were comfortably married, the sight of my wife standing in front of the toilet peeing right in front of me should be enough proof we were an old married couple. I got in the shower and started wetting my hair down. As I heard Ellen flush the toilet, I quickly got out of the water spray before it changed to scalding hot. After a few moments I cautiously stepped back in. I had just gotten my hair fully wet when Ellen opened the door and stepped in to join me. I stepped to the side and allowed her to get under the shower. As I watched her, I felt myself getting a little turned on. Aside from the huge cock and balls, my wife is a very beautiful woman after all, and I still found her very much attractive. Ellen must have noticed me appreciating her beauty, because she glanced down at my semi hard penis and gave a sly smile. She pulled me under the shower with her and gave me a deep kiss. As we made out beneath the cascading water I felt a hardness begin to press into me. I glanced down and saw that she too, was beginning to become aroused. Ellen's dick may only 2 inches bigger than mine, but as I looked down and saw our penises side by side I was once again reminded how much difference a couple inches made. Her cock looked massive compared to my penis. She continued to kiss me as she grasped my member in her hand and slowly stroked it until it reached full hardness. Ellen then broke the kiss and started to softly stroke my cock with a type of precision that could only come from having a cock herself. She knew exactly what needed to be done, and where. Her expert touch soon had me feeling very nice, and I felt myself building towards an inevitable outcome. After only a couple minutes of Ellen's stroking, I came. In several short spurts my jizz landed against her thigh where it was quickly washed away by the shower. Ellen giggled slightly, clearly amused by how her efforts had such a fast and profound effect on me. It had felt really nice but, nevertheless, I was a little embarrassed by how fast and easily I had cum. My penis had not entered a vagina in almost three years, and my stamina had gone to crap. My sex life was masturbating, hand jobs, and the occasional blowjob. None of those things really required me to work on lasting longer, so, over time I had gotten used to cumming quickly. With my needs obviously met, Ellen gestured downward at her own stiff cock. I thought about giving her a handjob in turn, but Ellen had a lot more stamina than I did, and if I tried to get her off with my hand we would both be late for work. So, I got on my knees and took her hard thick rod into my mouth. As I began bobbing my head around Ellen could be heard above me making soft feminine moans of sexual bliss. As I continued though, her moans slowly changed into more masculine grunts. At one point her hand pressed into the back of my head and she said, "That's it little man, suck my big dick." She said a few more things after that, but I was used to her masculine side at this point, and was focused mostly on trying to get her off so I could finish showering and getting ready for work. At last, she came. Her load landed against the back of my throat and even though I hated the taste of semen, I swallowed. I pulled back, allowing her dick to pop out of my mouth. I looked up at her and saw she was looking down at me. She smiled and said, "Thanks babe, that was nice." After finishing my shower and getting ready, I made my way to work. My commute was about 20 minutes if there wasn't heavy traffic, and thankfully there wasn't heavy traffic because I would have been late otherwise. Along the way I noticed a new billboard was up for Charlie Station, a male exotic dancer club about 10 miles outside of town. The billboard had three stereotypical, "hunky" guys who were shirtless and doing their best to pose like they were in Chippendale's or something. However, unlike Chippendale's guys, their tight shorts had obvious camel toes. Charlie Station switched their workplace standard to female about a year ago, and it had been the talk of the town at the time. With most of Medford's women having penises, having their male exotic dancer club feature guys with vaginas made good business sense. The place got a lot busier after that. Hell, I bet a lot of guys went there just to get drunk and see vaginas. When I got to work I went right to my desk and sat down. I was one minute away from being late. I logged into my computer and started finishing up some work I had left hanging when I overheard a few of the women in a nearby cubicle discussing the new Charlie Station billboard. Just about then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw my boss, Jennifer standing behind me with another woman I didn't recognize. My boss motioned towards the woman behind her and said, "Steve, this is Chrissy Iverson, she's a new hire who just got through orientation yesterday." I stood up and reached out to shake Chrissy's hand. Chrissy had a fairly slender build, and appeared to be in her late 20s just like me. She wasn't super-hot or anything, but she was decent looking. I still couldn't help but imagine how sweet it would be to bend her over and fuck her hot wet pussy from behind. Of course it was just a fantasy, if she was employed here she had a penis. I would ever cheat on Ellen anyway, but hey, I'm still a guy. And besides, fantasies were probably as close to an actual vagina I'd ever get again unless I went to Charlie Station. My boss continued, "She's going to be in the cubicle next to yours, so I'd like you to help her out and show her our systems while she's settling in." "Sure," I said with a smile. My boss excused herself and left while Chrissy sat down in the cube next to mine and started setting up her computer. It was going to be weird having someone in the cubicle next to mine again, it had been empty since Dave had left almost 2 years ago. Dave's wife was actually a fairly successful lawyer, so he had quit to stay home so they could have kids. She paid for him to get a gender reassignment I assume, because when I saw him about a year later he was waddling through the grocery store pregnant and ready to pop. He came up to me to say, "hi" and I made idle chitchat with him. It was super weird seeing a guy I had known for years pregnant and sporting breasts bigger than my wife's. When Chrissy got to the PRT program logon she came over to ask me a couple questions about it. As I pointed out a few things about the program I couldn't help but notice Chrissy's khakis were slightly tented. As I went on the tent only got bigger as Chrissy was starting to get a fairly obvious erection. Chrissy shifted a bit in her chair, obviously embarrassed and hoping I hadn't noticed her hard on. I tactfully broke off my little PRT demo and retreated back to my cubicle. Chrissy got up and headed for the bathroom. Clearly, my hovering over her had aroused her. Now, I knew better than to get too proud of myself because if she was standardized when she joined JRG Accounting, she had only been male for at most a couple of days. When women first transition to male they often have a hard time suppressing feelings of arousal because they never had to learn that skill when they had vaginas. Ellen had gotten random boners for the first month after she had gone male. Even now when we are watching a movie with a sex scene I will glance over and see her thick 8 inch monster straining against her pretty pink PJ bottoms. When Chrissy came back she was obviously a little rattled so I went back over and made idle chit chat without letting on I had seen her erection. After a few minutes she seemed to ease up a bit and I continued pointing out features of the PRT program. As the program loaded a new module, there was an awkward pause so I filled it with a personal question. I asked her, "So, are you new to Medford?" She nodded and said, "Yeah, my husband Brad and I had lived in Eugene. He's a project manager, and he got a job offer here and the pay was way better so we moved about a month ago." "I see," I said, then after a couple more seconds I asked, "Where did he get a job?" "Haysen Construction." My eyebrows went up a bit and I said, "oh." Haysen Construction was one of the few large employers in town with a female standard. The company had been started a long time ago by Walter Haysen, but when he retired about 6 years ago his daughter took over and switched the workplace standard to female. Over 500 construction workers, who were mostly men, suddenly found themselves with lady parts between their legs. Chrissy let out a little sigh, then said, "He likes his job, but I think he's upset with me for taking a job with a male standard. I've told him that besides Haysen and a couple fast food joints, getting a job in Medford means getting a dick." I chuckled and said, "Oh Medford's economy ain't as lopsided as our reputation and statistics imply. The Haysen guys can't carry ALL of our kids after all." Chrissy let out a little chuckle. I then asked, "So, did your husband have to switch when he got his job at Haysen?" She shook her head, "No, Brad's been female standard since his first job at McDonald's. When he left that job he just sort of kept the vagina I guess. He didn't switch back all through college even though he wasn't working at the time. He prefers it, even if he won't admit it. He's even had a few opportunities to work at a male standard, but he found excuses to turn those jobs down. Now that I have a, well, you know, I'm wondering if he regrets his choices." "Oh, is this is your first time with a..." "Yeah." I had kind of figured as much based on her story and her earlier behavior, but actually hearing it was wild. She and her husband had both been female their whole relationship, and now suddenly she has a penis. I imagine there's been a lot of awkwardness at their place lately. The PRT module finally finished installing and I let Chrissy get back to her work. Eventually a few of the women from the office gathered around Chrissy's cube to introduce themselves and chit chat. When they learned that Chrissy was a "male virgin" they goaded her into going with them to Charlie Station after work. Chrissy had to ask me later what Charlie Station was, and when I told her she rolled her eyes. Throughout the day Chrissy asked me a few more questions about some of our applications, but overall it was clear she knew what she was doing. I did notice that she went to the bathroom a lot, and I hoped she was only relieving all the tea she had been drinking. Women who switch sometimes find their suddenly "focused" sexuality is a lot to handle. There have been studies that show a woman with a penis is three times more likely to be a chronic masturbator or sex addict as a man with a penis. Of course, the odds that Chrissy was actually masturbating at work were fairly low. More likely than not it was just my overactive imagination. When it got close to closing time about 10 women from the office gathered around Chrissy's cube to get ready for their group outing to Charlie Station. I was planning to slide quietly out the door when suddenly one of the women, Amanda, turned to me and asked, "Hey Steve, you wanna come too?" "Uh, no thanks," I said with a grin, thinking it had been a joke. Amanda shot right back, "Aww c'mon Steve, you aren't afraid are ya? It's not gay to look at a guy if he's got a pussy." "No, I'm not homophobic or anything I just.." A few other women started chuckling at me and pleading with me to join the "fun." I was going to be insistent but I saw Chrissy had a look on her face that seemed to say "save me," so I gave in. I went out to my car and texted my wife. ME: So, a few people from work are going to Charlie Station, is it ok if I go? ELLEN: lol WOW, had no idea you were "into" that. ME: Haha, very funny. No, it's just a group thing to welcome a new hire. ELLEN: Of course it's ok, just don't fall in love, ok? ME: Ugh. Stop it! ELLEN: Oh, and don't get any of the guys pregnant. ME: Very funny. See you later, I'll probably just get fast food on the way home. Let me know if you've eaten dinner or not by 7. ELLEN: Ok, love you. ME: Love you hun. As I pulled into Charlie Station I saw right away the place was packed. I eventually found a parking spot near the back corner of the lot and started walking towards the door. I saw a couple familiar faces from the office near the line by the entrance, but there were a lot of unfamiliar faces too. Thankfully, a few of them were guys too, so at least I wouldn't be the only guy in the, um, audience. The bouncer checked my ID but didn't give me any weird looks, so I guess it was fairly common for guys to come here. Inside the place was packed and loud. Music was blasting, women were yelling and partying, and everyone was yelling over the noise at the bar trying to order drinks. I then noticed there were a lot of guys walking around with bow ties on, and NOTHING else. I knew Charlie Station was an exotic dancer club based on Chippendales dancers, obviously, but I had been unprepared to see naked guys with vaginas just strolling around. Up on stage a guy was doing a dance and spreading his legs suggestively. He even ran his hands over his mound a few times while thrusting provocatively. I seemed to be working, the women around the stage were throwing money like crazy. I hadn't seen a vagina in real life for years, and seeing them now was, well, more arousing than I would have liked. They were on guys, after all. As I made my way towards the table where my office group was, a few of the guys/dancers came up to me to ask about dances, etc. I guess I was taken aback by how "normal" they sounded. I guess I wasn't really expecting them to be stereotypical over-the-top gay guys from old movies who spoke in exaggerated lisps, but they were just normal guys. Well, normal guys who for $100 would take me in a back room and rub their pussy against my lap. I suppose it's kind of ironic that I routinely suck my wife's 8 inch cock and swallow her cum, but think it would be, "gay" to do a simple lap dance with a guy who has a vagina. It's really amazing how much we perceive gender based on how we see a person rather than what their actual parts are. I guess humans are creatures of habits that are hard to break. I finally got to the table where Chrissy and the other women were. Someone had ordered a bucket of beers and I gladly took one. A few of the women tried chatting with Chrissy over the loud music, while others looked around the room at the guys. Amanda seemed VERY into one of the guys, and even made a few comments about things she'd like to do to him. After a few beers I was having a pretty good time. I even went up with Amanda and Karen to the stage and watched a dance. At one point the guy squatted right in front of me, spread his legs, and then with his fingers spread his labia apart to reveal his moist opening. I found it confusingly sexy, and blindly threw a few five dollar bills on the stage. Amanda and Karen found it hilariously entertaining, and slapped me on the back and gave me enthusiastic high fives. When we got back to the table we found several guys near the table chatting with our group. As we came back up we learned that the guys were offering something called the, "Pop" challenge. Apparently for $250 three of us would go in a back room and if we could last 5 minutes without, "popping" our table would win a magnum bottle of champagne. The ladies had already put up the money. Of course Chrissy was volunteered, she didn't have much choice. Amanda happily rose her hand and said she'd go. Then, much to my horror the women turned their attention to me and asked me to go. I said, "No." Karen whined from behind me, "aww, c'mon Steve please? You're a guy, you've had that thing since birth, this should be easy for you!" After a few more minutes of peer pressure, it was becoming awkward to keep saying no. So I gave in and followed Chrissy, Amanda and one of the dancers to a back room. The room was dimly lit, but it looked fairly clean and well kept. It wasn't the grimy gross hole I was expecting to be led into. There was a large sofa with a nearby table in the corner, there was a cabinet along the wall, and there were three chairs against the back wall. We were directed to sit three chairs situated against the back wall, and we did. Amanda was on the right, I was in the middle, and Chrissy was on the left. The guy introduced himself as Matt and explained the rules: "Ok. Here's the deal. You have to sit with your hands on your knees at all times. I can do anything I want, but if you say stop or take your hands off your knees you get disqualified. If you uh, pop, as in CUM, well, you also get disqualified. If any of you last longer than 5 minutes you win a bottle for your table. Sound fair?" We all nodded. Up first was Chrissy. Matt started a timer that was on the wall by the door that began to count up. He then sat on Chrissy's lap and asked her, "So, I hear you just got your happy stick a couple days ago, is that true?" Chrissy nodded. "Well, how are you liking it so far?" "Uh, it's ok I guess" "Have you cum with it yet?" Chrissy nodded sheepishly and blushed a little. Matt then began slowly gyrating his naked pussy against her leg, and running his hands around her neck and cheek. Chrissy visibly shivered a little. Matt then whispered something in her ear and Chrissy nodded. Matt slid off Chrissy's lap and unzipped her fly, pulling her pants and panties down a bit. He then reached in and pulled out Chrissy's cock, which seemed to already be semi erect. She seemed to have a fairly average penis, in fact the more erect it got the more it reminded me of my own. Matt kept gently running his hand along Chrissy's shaft and whispering things in her ear. It didn't take long before Chrissy looked to be fully hard. I looked at the timer, it read that only 45 seconds has passed. Matt smiled and told Chrissy, "Now, I haven't had one of these things in a while, so you tell me what feels better, ok?" Matt then grasped her shaft near the head with his thumb and forefinger, and began to softly stroke it., "Does this feel good?," he asked with a sly smile. Chrissy nodded. Matt then grasped the shaft with his whole hand, and began to more forcefully stroke her cock., "How about this, is this even better?" Chrissy bit her lower lip and nodded again. Only this time, Matt didn't let up, he kept stroking. After a bit Chrissy began to shift in her seat, and it was clear she was ready to pop. Matt softly asked her, "Do you want me to stop?" Chrissy shook her head no. But only seconds later she tensed up and her cock began to erupt. Matt artfully dodged her cum and as she calmed down he handed her a hot moist towel from the cabinet to clean up with. The timer read 2:27. Matt reset the timer and turned his attention to me. It was at that moment I realized I was already rock hard from watching Chrissy. Matt looked at my crotch and realized the same thing. Matt asked me while gesturing at my hard on, "So, original equipment, or a re-grow?" "Original." "Oh, so you've never had a pussy then? "No. Er, I mean, I haven't PERSONALLY had one." Matt chuckled at that, as did Amanda. Chrissy was still cleaning up her mess and coming down from her orgasm. "Wow," Matt said, "I haven't seen an original equipment one in a while, let's see what good old fashioned nature gave you." Matt then unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. He looked at it briefly then glanced back at Chrissy and said, "Oh wow! Chrissy, you got a twin! Steve's looks just like yours." Both Amanda and Chrissy looked at my exposed penis and seemed to agree it looked a lot like Chrissy's. I imagine I was bright red from embarrassment. After refocusing on his task, Matt asked me, "You married? Got a girlfriend or boyfriend?" I responded flatly, "I'm married. To a woman." "Ohhhhh" Matt said, "Does she have her original equipment too?" "No. She's got a job at a male standard company." Matt smiled. "So...It's been a while since you had a pussy then, huh?" I reluctantly nodded. Matt then went to the cabinet and got a black plastic bag and a small tube of what looked to be lotion or lube. Matt opened the plastic bag and pulled out a fleshlight. After squirting a bit of lube onto the rubber vagina he told me, "I think it's time you had some pussy again, don't you?" He then plopped the rubber sex toy over my hard cock and began thrusting. There was no build up, no teasing, he just went to town, furiously stroking my dick with the fake pussy. Before I knew it, I was close. Really close. I almost asked him to stop but thought really hard about baseball, the beach, ANYTHING but the sensation coming from my penis. But it didn't work. I was spurting into the fake pussy by the time the timer read 1:38. Amanda and Chrissy chuckled a bit at the fact I had cum faster than Chrissy had. Matt simply smiled and handed me a hot towel. Matt went over to Amanda after resetting the timer again and said, "Well, well, only one remains." Amanda just smiled calmly. Matt undid her pants and pulled out her member. Then he said, "Oh, wow." Chrissy and I leaned to get a better look, and we saw that yeah, Amanda was hung. When Matt finally got her hard it stood firm and proud, extending well past her navel. She was probably 9 at least, but who knows. All I knew it was way bigger than mine and even bigger than Ellen's. Matt did his very best for the full 5 minutes but Amanda held firm. We were sent back to our table with a Magnum bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice. We told everyone what had happened and everyone thought it was funny I had the lowest amount of time. I got over it though after I had a glass of champagne and a few more beers. Around 10:30pm we finally managed to get out of there. It had been a weird and embarrassing experience for sure, but it was fun nonetheless. When I got home Ellen was waiting for me, eager to hear what had happened. She had been to Charlie Station many times with her coworkers so she knew full well what had probably gone on. I told her everything and she seemed happy I had a good time. We started getting ready for bed. Once we were in the bedroom Ellen came over to me and whispered in my ear, "I want to take the 5 minute challenge." She then showed her phone was set on a timer, and I smiled back at her.