Meet up with Melody?

After work

Tabatha was amazed at the complex changes Chad had brought forth. Not only was Chad now a housewife, all men were. Women were the dominant gender. Chad had made it so men took sexual pleasure from being ordered to perform domestic chores. Chad nearly orgasmed just from being told to do the laundry.

Tabatha strode down the street in her massive gown, gowns seeming to now be the only form of clothing, she noticed. Not that she wasn’t complaining. She also saw that the quickest way to tell men from women were the massive bows on men’s gowns. Both shoulders, the bust and the small of the back. Men also ether wore their hair up or styled like Chad’s was.

Tabatha arrived at her office where her secretary, a boy named Chrisy greeted her with a curtsy.

“Good morning, Miss Lane.”

“Lane?” Tabatha though as she returned the curtsy and entered her office.

The sign on the door indeed said “Miss Tabatha Lane” she then remembered the switch and figured Lane must be from a direct female ancestor.

Tabatha got to work. Lot of her workload was corporate law. Who filed what patent first. Who didn’t fulfill the terms of the contract more than the other... that sort of stuff.

It was rather boring work, so she was surprised when her phone beeped with a message from melody, inviting her to lunch at a restaurant nearby.