Don’t piss off the boss, that was the rule. I broke it and now I need to fix things.
I was supposed to clean the lab but this accident has changed my priorities. It’s changed everything about me, including the body I’m living in.
I’m not a weak little man anymore, I’m gorgeous and feminine. I’m a woman now and with each step I can feel what this new body can feel. I can feel just how overwhelming the slightest touch can be.
My boss can’t know what happened to me and he can’t know that I’ve swapped genders. If he finds out god only knows what will happen to me. He’ll either want to experiment on me or he’ll want to punish me, neither one of which I want. Right?
I don’t know if that’s true anymore, because what my mind wants and what my body wants might just be different. I feel the pull of him, the urges running through my veins. I feel the draw of this man and everything his manly form can offer me.
My secret is safe for now but I’m aching to let it go. Because I know I’ve only felt an ounce of the pleasure this body can take and I know my strong and dominant boss can make me feel so much more.
If he knows what I did he’s going to punish me, but maybe punishment is exactly what I deserve.
After all, I’ve been a bad bad girl.
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“Doctor,” I said, my voice taking on the edge of sultry need that I’d been feeling this whole time, “Doctor make me a woman. Make me a real woman.”
And with those words I pull the trigger, finally closing the gap between us and the bridge between fantasy and reality. Finally, I make him mine.
I press my body against him, pushing up to meet him and making sure to connect as much of myself with as much of him as I can. He’s wearing so many clothes, though, and his hands are off to either side of me and holding out and so even though I’m not wearing anything at all and even though I can feel so much of his body beneath my eager hands and my nubile body the only part that really touches, the only part that is skin to skin, is the connection our lips make.
And I could feel it in the way that he kissed me. Even if he was holding back it was that tension that I could feel. Even though he wasn’t laying his hands on me or grabbing me into him and even though I was the one pushing forward and pressing forward and eager with my desperation, I could still feel how much he was holding back.
Because this was wrong. This was all so wrong on so many goddamn levels. I was too young for him and he was my boss. He had so much power over me and I had nothing, nothing to hold him to his word that he wouldn’t take advantage of me. By all rights we both should know how bad this was, but God knows I wasn’t going to stop myself.
And as I pressed against him I could feel, in all of the fullness that a man can offer, that he wanted to take advantage of this eager young woman I was right now. Even if he knew that my being a woman was temporary and even if he knew where I started from, I knew that he didn’t give a damn provided he got to determine where we wound up.
It was clear from the bulge in his pants that he wanted me. I could feel it pulsing against my belly as I strained to reach up and press my lips against him. I could feel it throbbing desperate for attention and my eager hands desperately wanted to touch it and take it and please it. So I pressed down, sliding over the hard torso he had for me and pressing over the flatness of his stomach on a journey towards a clear destination.
When I reached his belt he finally reacted. He finally reached out and touched me, grasping my hips and roughly pulling me away from him.
“What are you doing?” he demanded, but there was only confusion in his voice, no anger at all as he held me at arm’s length before letting me go, “This is wrong.”
“Why?” I challenged him, so petulant I nearly stamped my foot.
“You’re my employee,” he said quickly, “You’re a student. You’re so… young. You’re being…”
But his voice trailed off long enough that I could finish his statement for him.
“Bad?” I said, my lips curling around the word and twisting it into perversion, “I know I’m being bad, Sir. I’m being positively wicked. I’m being impulsive and impetuous and if you want me to stop you’re going to have to make me.”
I turned around, bending myself over the table and presenting my ass to him before tossing a pout over my shoulder.
“Please Sir I’ve been such a bad girl. I need to be punished.”
I turned my head back and waited, my whole body shivering with anticipation. The seconds ticked by like they were hours with each one that passed diminishing my certainty that he would take me up on my offer. And then, just when I was about to abandon the whole thing and start working on some kind of an excuse to gain his forgiveness, I felt his hand come smacking down onto my ass.