… watch him drink.

As Harry's hand grew more insistent. I watched as he brought the glass to his lips, took a long drink, and swallowed the pill with it.

He didn't notice a thing, lost in his exploration of my sex. I felt a finger slip teasingly inside my tight snatch and parted my legs as I struggled to maintain a calm exterior. It felt so good, hot, slippery wet and swollen with arousal. I’d forgotten how sensitive a woman’s pussy could be. My pussy. Harry would find this out himself shortly. The change was subtle at first, a faint pink tint to his skin, but as the seconds ticked by, they grew more pronounced. His hand tightened around my thigh, and his eyes grew wide with confusion and fear. He looked down at his own body, and I watched with a mix of amusement and anticipation as his broad shoulders began to shrink and his chest grew smaller.

Intense arousal washed over me again, and I felt myself getting wetter. Sadly Harry's hand froze, and he looked at me with horror as his body continued to morph. His tie grew loose around his slimming neck, and his suit jacket sagged, the seams holding it up like a one girl tent. I took another sip of my drink, savoring the moment.

"What's happening to me?" he croaked, his voice already higher pitched and strained.

I leaned in closer, my breasts brushing against his shrunken chest, and whispered, "It's a little gift from my anonymous client to you. Cum Cure exchange, but only my clients’s cum can turn you back. You’re about to go on a little odyssey as you blow all your enemies in hopes you’ll regain your manhood. Sucks… to be you…”

"What the hell?" he exclaimed, jolting upright and glaring at me. But before he could say another word, the change began in earnest. His features softened, his shoulders narrowed, and his pants grew snugger around his now-shrinking waist. The pill was very clearly working.

I watched with a mix of fascination and amusement as the once powerful Senator Harry Johnson transformed before my eyes. He gasped as his deep voice grew higher, his clothes hanging off his new, more delicate frame. His tie fell away and his face grew more refined, more feminine. His hands went to his chest, feeling the new curves that had blossomed beneath his shirt.

"What did you do to me?" he squealed, his voice now unmistakably that of a woman. I couldn't help but smirk as I watched the shock and horror play out on his face.

"You really should listen," I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "But don't worry, Harry. You're going to love your new life as Harriet."

She looked shocked. “Harriet?!!” Her eyes widened and she tried to pull her now too-large suit jacket over her developing tits. “You can’t do this to me. I’m a Senator!”

“You were a Senator. Now you have to be a cock sucking slut if you ever want your life as a senator back. So who are your enemies?”

Her mind raced, trying to remember all the enemies she had made during her climb to power. We both knew it was a long list. “Why are you doing this to me?” she whispered, her voice now a sweet melody.

“The money. Being a Fixer pays really well…” I explained. “And I get to take asshats like you down a notch. It’s fun.”

Her eyes filled with rage and she lunged at me, but her new body wasn’t quite cooperating yet. She stumbled against me, her giant tits bouncing. “You motherfucking bitch I’m going to kill you!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. “Now, now, Harry—I mean Harriet—keep it together. Don’t be a potty mouth. You’re going to need to use that mouth for something other than speaking,” I said, smiling down at her. “The sooner you start sucking the sooner you can say goodbye to your tits and pussy…” I teased her.

Her transformation was complete now. She was Harriet, a tanned blonde bimbo with a body that would make any man’s head spin. “This is where we part company, slut. Time to start the tour of your enemies and hopefully find the one who made you this way,” I said, standing and heading out of the building. I passed her my purse which held a skimpy dress and a pair of minimalist high heels. “Those should fit. Let’s not make a scene. You don’t want anyone to know right? It would be bad for your image. Good luck.” I said in parting, standing and making a bee line for the exit.

The former senator sat there in confusion as she pulled out the outfit I’d left her in horror. She tried to follow but fell over in a tangle of her overlarge clothes.

Outside I dashed down the street, round the corner and got in my car and drove off. I texted my client -job done-