Greg was giggling as an innuendo his last caller had said, something clever, something saucy. He was having such a lovely day, answering phones, spending time with his favourite coworkers. The only thing that would make it better would be a little attention from one of his coworkers, especially the male ones. Never before had Greg been interested in men, but that didn't bother him in the least. It just felt so right, just like everything else he was feeling that day.
He was just about to answer another phone call when an older man, belt undone, large, juicy bulge in his pants making Greg's mouth water, burst out of the stairway. Just as Greg was about to stand up and greet the man, offering him some help with his pants, the man pointed a stick at Greg and shouted, "Travula-throto!"
Suddenly the world seemed to spin. Amanda and Jennifer, each inquiring with concern on their faces if Greg was alright, looked simultaneously distant and near. The effect made Greg's stomach lurch.
Then there was stillness.
Then there was clarity.
"What the hell?!" Greg squeaked, his soprano voice unfamiliar to his ears. He stared at his body. He was a woman! How had this happened? What was going on?
Quickly, the man moved to grab Greg by the arm and led him away from the reception desk, his baritone voice reassuring Amanda and Jennifer, two women who Greg had never met before, but somehow he felt close to, that Greg would be fine. Down a hallway, around a corner, Greg stumbled behind the man, having difficulty walking in his high heeled shoes. Finally the man pushed a door open and pushed Greg inside toward a couch. It seemed like some sort of resting room, a couch, a couple arm chairs, dim, relaxing lights, plush carpet. Greg landed roughly on the couch, his rear end sticking up toward the man. Briefly, Greg's vagina became warm and moist at the thought of the view that the man must be having, but Greg pushed the thought away from his mind. What was wrong with him?
"My name is Roger Hartford," the man said, closing the door behind him, locking the deadbolt, "I'm the Head of Personnel here at Yothers and Mawnk. You have had an unfortunate accident."
"Accident?!" Greg squeaked, his sizable breasts bouncing as he turned his body around to face the man, "You call this an accident?? What the fuck is going on?"
"Yes, well... I guess you deserve to know," Roger seemed flustered, "Yothers and Mawnk is a unique place of employment. We offer certain... benefits... that most other employers wouldn't. Some of them are magically informed. You seem to have stumbled onto one of these, and for this I apologize."
"I don't understand," Greg said, trying to follow what Roger was telling him. He sat back, crossed his legs at the knee, and began to twirl his auburn hair with one finger as he concentrated.
"The magic that we use adjusts reality so that all women who work for us are happy, settled, and, well, sexy. My predecessor had a real affinity for married mothers who were loose with their morals at work. It was good for moral, good for employee turnover, so we've continued with the, well, program. You," Roger indicated Greg's body, "seem to have activated a spell that was set up for a new employee who was supposed to start later today."
"You mean I'm a married woman? I'm a mother??"
"Oh no," Roger laughed, "Thankfully I got to you just in time. I was able to prevent the full reality adjustment, and in fact reverse a significant portion of it."
"You mean I'm fixed? Then why do I still have these?" Greg grabbed his breasts.
Roger sighed. "That's because those are yours now. The magic can only be reversed so far. Your body is now like this, forever. From the looks of you, you're in your late twenties, maybe early thirties, very attractive, and your body won't age a day. You'll still be aging, mind you, but until you die, you'll look like this."
"I'm going to be a chick forever?!" Greg jumped up and rushed at the man, grabbing him by his shirt. The scent of his masculinity hit his nose and caused a shiver of pleasure, but Greg pushed it away, "You can't do this to me! I'm a guy! I'm in school! I have a life!"
"And you still do, and still are, in a certain way," Roger calmly replied, easily removing Greg's manicured hands from his shirt, leading him back to the couch and sitting down beside him, "When I reversed the reality changes, I was able to get you back into your family, back into your school. You are still who you were, still have the same friends, the same family. Everything is the same."
"Everything?" Greg asked, confused again, "But what about..."
"Well, obviously not everything," Roger laughed, placing his hand reassuringly on Greg's knee, "reality has adjusted so that people will recognize you in your new form. Your clothes, of course, will now be different, fitting your new body. Your friends might see you slightly differently, since your new body is tuned, well, differently than you are used to."
"What does that mean?" Greg whispered, his whole body tingling at Roger's touch.
"You have probably noticed that being around me, being touched by me, gives you a different sensation than you are used to. I went as far as I could reversing the spell, but some things are permanent. The women at Yothers and Mawnk love being sex objects for the men around them. Usually this is localized to the work environment, but since I had to broaden the reversal to your whole life, this desire has probably spilled over into other areas as well."
"You mean I'm..."
"Let's just say you're going to be having a lot more fun," Roger chuckled, "no need to thank me. I'm just glad I got to you before the changes got any further. And that you were the only student to be affected, of course."
That's when it hit Greg.
"KEVIN!"
