[Pink Basic] Discussing A Raise

This story is inspired by a post on r/bangmybully by Isabella Tilling (u/KittenKonfession). Currently, this story uses the following variables: MC's Male Name (mc_m), MC's Female Name (mc_f), Male Boss' Name (boss_m).

Money’s been tight. That’s the price I pay for applying for this job. Not only do I have to live in a nice place, I have to drive a nice car to work, and always pay top dollar for my suits. I could quit and settle for a mediocre career and life, but quitting now will also bring ridicule from my co-workers and most especially from my boss. If only I wasn’t **** for more pay to keep up with the affluent lifestyle that comes with my job. Not only do I have to have the freshest suits, the flashiest car, the spacious condo, my status in my career also requires that I have a woman on my arm. And her hand must have a big diamond on her finger. Yet another requirement is that I have individuals depending on me. Yes, that means I need to have kids.

My boss answered my cry for help. As rich as he is, he was generous enough to offer me a raise. In exchange, it wasn’t more of my time and effort or even an increase to my monthly quota. His requirement was nigh impossible. All it took was for someone to discuss the terms of the raise with him, but simply having a prolonged chat in his office wasn’t going to cut it. Specifically, he asked me to send either my wife or my daughter to personally discuss it with him. The only problem, I don’t have a girlfriend and thus, no children in my household. I don’t even have a crush that could go in my stead.

And I’m not stupid. The context of this “discussion” most certainly meant a woman would have to meet with him, talk with him, and eventually submit to any advances he may make towards her. If I did have a wife or a daughter, I would flat out refuse. I wouldn’t subject anyone I know to that kind of torment, even if they grew to enjoy it. The bottom line was my humiliation for a few more dollars on my paycheck. If only I could metaphorically go in their stead. Of course, I would have to find a way to change myself that isn’t obvious that I’m a guy wearing a woman’s clothes.

That’s where X-Change comes into play. It would be a surefire way to change me into a woman, with all the proper proportions and plumbing to boot. A visit to the local clinic came with an orientation and a test run with a sample pill. Fortunately, the technician assigned to me did not make any advances while I was in my female form. The most he did was blatantly check me out, which was awkward, but at least it gave me an idea of how it was going to be with my boss.

Knowledge-wise, I’m quite sure that my personal life has been a secret to my boss, as well as my co-workers. There haven't been many instances where my business and personal sides meet and when they did, I was quick to change the subject. I always had an excuse not to attend any functions that required me to bring a date. On the other hand, I don’t know much of the personal lives of my co-workers. I do know that most, if not all of them, put up this front, as do I, just to impress the boss and his colleagues. There have been work trips where we go to Vegas or the Bahamas, pretty much places where it’s likely to meet members of the opposite sex. I’m quite sure my boss is misogynistic towards women. If they are attractive, he’s sure to be the dominant and confident one in the equation. While at work, he is professional and he keeps his boundaries. But at places where it’s all pleasure, he is quite handsy, leaning towards the controlling end of the spectrum.

I bought myself a Pink Basic at the clinic. The orientation came with an official identification that’s attached to the back of my state-issued ID, detailing the basic description of my female identity, complete with a picture. The pill is going to last for 24 hours, so my best bet is to transform a few hours before to get used to my body and prepare myself for a “meeting” with my boss.