Gender Swapped By Aliens! (3 page)

“Nothing seems different in the last day or so?”

“Not really.  Except this.  No offense.”

“I understand.  You’re a little intimidated by having lunch with the boss.”

“It’s sort of…unusual.”

“You’re very special to me, Jo Ann…as an employee.”  I was quick to add the last part.  “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“There are plenty of other people in the department—”

“Don’t be so modest.  You’re essential to me…and the company.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Please don’t call me ma’am.  It makes me feel old.”

“I’m sorry…Lynn.”

“I want you to feel comfortable around me.  We’re going to be working together very closely in the coming days.  That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want you to be my right-hand man…woman.  My most trusted aide.  Do you understand?”

“This is very unusual.”

“These are unusual times,” I said with a grin.  “Are you in?”

“Um—”

Everything around me shimmered then.  My vision blurred for a moment.  When it cleared, I found the other side of the booth empty.  That wasn’t the only change.  My business suit had been replaced by a ratty pink cardigan and floral print housedress.  My hands had wrinkled up as if I had spent hours in a pool, liver spots dotting the backs of my hands.

I heard Jo Ann’s voice, though it sounded as if it were coming from the bottom of a well.  “Here you are, Mrs. Fong,” she said.  Then she set a bowl of cottage cheese in front of me.

“This…this isn’t…what I…ordered,” I croaked.  By the end of that sentence I felt as if I had run a marathon.  It was then I noticed the translucent tubes running down to an oxygen tank on a little cart.

“It’s what you always order, Mrs. Fong,” Jo Ann said.

I managed to crane my neck enough to see Jo Ann was wearing a pink waitress uniform, her blond hair piled up into a bouffant.  Her breasts were swollen and her stomach more so.  It wasn’t that she had gotten fat—she was pregnant.  From the plump smoothness of her face, she was a teenager again, eighteen or nineteen at most.  Was it Michael or Tammy in her stomach?

“I’m…sorry…deary,” I mumbled.  “Would you…mind…helping me…up?”

“No problem, Mrs. Fong.”  She took my arm to gently slide me to the end of the booth.  My back screamed with pain far worse than before as she helped me to my feet.  She let me lean against her until she could unfold my walker for me.

“Thank you…so much…deary.”

It was extremely awkward to toddle along with the walker, the oxygen tank trailing behind me.  I clomped forward one step, took a breath of oxygen, and then took another step.  I repeated that all the way to the bathroom door.  The door might as well have been made from granite; there was no way I could open it in my current feeble state.

“I got it, Mrs. Fong,” Jo Ann said.  She nudged the door open, letting me get the walker inside enough to keep it propped open so I could shuffle through.  I barely had the strength to nod my thanks to her.  Then the door swung shut.

I gasped to see myself in the mirror.  My face looked as if it had melted, my skin sagging and wrinkled.  My glasses had gotten bigger and much thicker.  A crown of wispy white curls adorned my head.  I was probably eighty years old—if not ninety.

“Are you starting to understand now, Mrs. Fong?” a familiar voice asked.

I couldn’t turn around to face her, but I could see the alien woman in the mirror.  “You…did…this.”

“Of course.  You obviously needed to learn a lesson.  It’s useless to keep resisting.  At any point it would be easy enough for us to completely destroy you.  It’s your choice to make.  You can go back to work as Ms. Fong or you can wait for a bus to take you to the retirement home.”

I stared at my geriatric reflection.  As much as I hated to admit it, I knew she was right.  They could apparently alter reality on a whim, turning me—and my family—into anything they wanted.  There was nothing I could do about it, not like this.  At least as a middle-aged woman I had some small amount of freedom.

“Work,” I wheezed.

“That’s very good, Mrs. Fong.”  She tousled my white hair as if I were a child.  “Though for obvious reasons we can’t put you close to your wife again.  You’re apparently unable to resist the temptation.”

“I…understand.”

The walker vanished, dumping me to the floor.  I wheezed with pain as I heard several bones snap.  I lay gasping on the floor, the oxygen tank gone too.  Everything was starting to fade to black.  The alien woman glared down at me with her silver eyes.  “Lie,” I managed to get out.

“Oh, no, I didn’t lie.  I just want you to fully realize how easy it would be for your feeble life to be snuffed out.”

With that, I passed out.

***

I woke up to the sound of phones ringing.  My eyes were still trying to open when a man shouted, “Goddamn it, Lynette, are you just going to let those fucking phones ring?”

I finally managed to open my eyes.  I couldn’t stifle a gasp to see a pair of breasts, each one bigger than my head.  Most of the dark tan flesh of these breasts was exposed, with just enough stuffed into a pink blouse to not be completely indecent.  I was sitting at a desk, the phone in front of me continuing to ring.

I reached out with a slender brown hand tipped with bright pink nails that had to be at least three inches long.  “Um…hello?” I squeaked.  My voice had gotten even higher, like I had taken a shot of helium.

“Is this Mr. Teeko’s office?” a man growled.

“Um…yes?”

“Is he in?”

“Um…let me check.”  I had no idea how to work the phone, so I stabbed a button at random.  That at least stopped the phone from ringing—for about two seconds.  I sighed and then picked up the phone again.  “Mr. Teeko’s office?”

“Is that how you answer the phone?  It’s not very professional,” the alien woman’s voice hissed.

I lowered my voice to whisper, “What did you do to me?”

“We separated you from your former wife.  You might consider it a promotion of sorts.  You’re working in the executive suite now.”  She started to laugh.  I slammed the phone down.

“Who was that?” a man asked from behind me.  I spun around to see a very handsome man, like the young man who had paid my bus fare, albeit a few years older.  He was also wearing a much more expensive suit.

“It was…a man,” I stammered.

“What man?”

“Um…I’m not sure.  He didn’t give his name.”

“Goddamn it, Lynette.  If you weren’t the hottest secretary in this whole fucking company I’d fire your fat ass.”

“I’m…I’m sorry.  Please don’t fire me.”

“I’ll consider it.  Why don’t you come into my office to take a memo?”

“Y-yes, s-sir.”

I got unsteadily to my feet.  My legs had gotten much longer while my feet were about the same size, only now stuffed into spike heels at least six inches tall.  I wobbled out from behind what must be my new desk, into Mr. Teeko’s office.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped.  “You been drinking?”

“No, sir.  New shoes,” I squeaked.

“Those are nice come-fuck-me shoes,” he said with a leer.

“Sir?”

“Don’t give me that ‘sir’ shit.  Close the fucking door.”

I really didn’t want to close the door.  I had a good idea what was going to happen once I did.  Yet there wasn’t much choice.  I could hardly walk, let alone run away.  I awkwardly pushed the door shut and then stood demurely next to it.

The aliens had turned me into a bimbo secretary.  That much was obvious from the size of my breasts, the tight blouse, gray plaid skirt that barely covered my privates, and those “come-fuck-me” heels.  Mr. Teeko obviously didn’t keep me around to answer his phones or draft memos for him.

He leaned back in his chair, swinging his legs up to rest his feet on the desk.  He crooked a finger towards me.  “Come on, sweetcheeks.  Get that hot ass over here.”

“Y-yes, M-Mr. T-Teeko.”

“You call me Daddy when we’re in private, sweetcheeks.”

“OK…Daddy.”

I toddled towards his desk, feeling almost as feeble as when I was an old woman.  Clinically, it made perfect sense for why they had done this to me.  They wanted to destroy what remained of my masculinity and what better way than to have me get fucked as a woman?

“What are you so nervous about, baby?  It’s not like you haven’t done this before.”

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

“You getting shy now?  Or maybe you found religion.”

When I got close enough, he grabbed me by the wrist to pull me down into his lap.  A lot of platinum hair fell into my face, nearly blinding me.  I could feel Mr. Teeko squeeze one ample cheek of my rear hard enough to make me squeak with pain.  He followed it with a slap to the rear that hurt—in a good way.

He yanked me back by the hair to kiss me roughly on the mouth.  His tongue found its way into my mouth, groping around to almost my tonsils.  As he kissed me, a hand tore down my blouse to let my bare breasts spring forth.  My nipples turned hard at his touch.  A surge of pleasure ran through me, something I had never experienced before.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes…Daddy.”

“You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes?”

“All right, baby, enough foreplay.”  He took his feet off the desk so he could shove me onto it.  He yanked my skirt and panties off as easily as a magician with a tablecloth.  I caught a glimpse of a pair of lips surrounded by a line of dark pubic hair.  It was the first time I actually saw myself with a woman’s genitals.  The sight was enough to bring tears to my eyes.

He slapped me across the face.  “Don’t start bawling!”

“Sorry,” I whimpered.  It was hard not to bawl when he unzipped his fly to reveal a penis that had to be ten inches, if not a foot.  My eyes widened and yet between my legs I felt something else:  desire.  I wanted that big, thick cock inside of me.  I wanted to be fucked.  Yet I did have enough wherewithal to stammer, “A c-c-condom?”

“Yeah, right,” he said with a sneer.  Then he plunged his cock inside of me.  I gasped with a mixture of pain and pleasure.  The latter finally won out.  I leaned my head back and groaned as he rammed his cock deeper into me, until I was taking nearly all of it.

“You like that, don’t you?” he snarled.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You like having a cock in you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Damn right.”  He groaned as he started to pump away inside of me.  I knew I shouldn’t enjoy it and yet I couldn’t help myself, especially when his hands began squeezing my breasts at the same time he thrust inside of me.  For added pleasure, his tongue gently nuzzled my neck.

With all of that going on, I felt my pussy getting wetter and wetter.  I wondered belatedly if this was how Denise had felt whenever we had sex, though I had to admit I was never as big as Mr. Teeko.  Denise had always seemed content and yet it was clear now that I could have done more to satisfy her.

“Stop crying!” he growled, swatting me again.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

The aliens couldn’t have done it any better.  Here I was being fucked as a woman and feeling completely insecure about myself as a man—former man.  Whoever was Jo Ann’s husband now was probably better for her than I had ever been.  He would probably treat her better than I ever had.

And then I came for the first time as a woman.  The only way to describe it was that it was a transcendent experience.  I felt it in every cell of my body, from my toes all the way up.  I unleashed an operatic scream that he quickly stifled with a hand.

“Shut up, you dumb slut.”

I mumbled an apology into his hand.  Once the pleasure had faded away, I melted onto the desk, my entire body limp.  Mr. Teeko came almost as an afterthought, groaning silently.  He pulled out of me and then hid his cock back in his underpants.

“Go clean yourself up and then get back to work,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He tossed my clothes into my face.  I awkwardly slipped on the blouse, making sure it was positioned to cover my nipples.  I did the same for my little pink panties and plaid skirt. 

Then I had to make my first walk of shame, toddling across the room, out of the office.  I wasn’t sure where the office was, but a short walk down the hallway let me find it.  At first I was going to enter the men’s room, until I glanced down at my breasts to remember I was a lady now.

With a dumb giggle, I skipped across the hallway to the ladies room.  There in the mirror was my new body, a sex kitten if there ever was one.  With the giant breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, blond hair, and tanned skin I looked like a Barbie doll—or porn star.  I had certainly acted like the latter.

This thought prompted me to wilt onto the bathroom counter.  As I sobbed, I felt someone gently rub my back.  “It’s all right, young lady,” the alien woman said.  “You only did what was expected of you.”

I looked up to see her behind me as in the diner’s bathroom.  I lurched out of her grip to spin around.  “You did this to me!”