Another job.

My phone beeped as I received a new message. I stared at it and grinned. This was new.

-Hello, I wish to anonymously engage your unique services. Senator Harry Johnson is the target. Would you be able to handle it? I will provide you with a custom Cum-Cure X-change pill coded to my sperms DNA. Once administered she’ll remain a horny slut until she gets a mouthful of my cum. After that, she'll turn back into a man. You tell her this and then she has to find her true enemy.-

The text message was cool, calm, and collected. I had to admit, this was a first for me. I charged double for permanent changes and this could well be a permanent change. Was there even such a pill? It could be a lie. A simple plus? Or a plus bimbo? Sending the Senator on a fools quest… I always procured X-change from my reliable suppliers so I knew what would happen. This was an unknown and a possible risk. I had used clone blue pills to become physically superior and I used injections using **** and surprise. Administering pills was more, nuanced. I’d need to gain his trust.

-I understand your proposal. Triple the standard price- I messaged, stroking my chin thoughtfully. -But let's be clear, if this goes south, you're the one who's going to be cleaning up the mess, not me.-

-LOL. Agreed.- They transferred my asking price then sent me details of a drop place where I could pick up the pill. I went and picked it up. The custom Cum-Cure X-change pill was a bright baby pink lozenge. The implications if such a pill existed were vast. If this was legit. If.

I tucked the pill in its baggy into my pocket and started my research on Senator Harry Johnson. The man had more enemies than a politician could shake a stick at. A former business partner who lost everything to his shady deals, a rival Senator who had been sabotaged in the past, a cousin who he swindled out of his inheritance, a disgruntled ex—wife, a best friend who’s wife he had seduced, a disowned son, broken promises to financial backers, property deals welched on…. and a long list of jilted lovers and scorned employees. The possibilities or who my client were endless.

I noticed he had an awful lot of affairs. The guy couldn’t keep it out of his pants. That was my in. I’d get close by playing to his weaknesses. Women. I sighed as I popped an x-change clone pill to disguise myself as one of my many but rarely used aliases. This was why I tripled my asking price…

The pill hit my tongue, tasting faintly of… strawberry? It was surprisingly pleasant. I felt a sudden warmth spread through my body, and the world grew fuzzy. My vision swam, and I grabbed the steering wheel of the SUV to steady myself. My body began to spasm, and my muscles felt like they were stretching and shrinking at the same time.

My shoulders slumped, my neck elongated, and my skin grew softer. My six-foot-four frame compressed into something much, much smaller. My hands lost their calloused roughness, and my fingers grew more delicate, with nails that tapped against the steering wheel like a pianist's. The broadness of my chest disappeared, and in its place grew a pair of breasts that felt heavy and sensitive. The fabric of my shirt strained and pulled.

I looked down, watching as my waist narrowed and my hips widened. My jeans grew tight around my newfound curves, and my crotch... oh god, the sensation was intense. My dick shrank, folded in on itself, and vanished, replaced by a wet, swollen slit. The shift was matched only by the sudden onset of arousal that flooded my new body. I felt a **** need to be filled, a hunger I'd experienced before and knew would pass. But god I was horny. The flood of hormones always did it for me post change.

My height dropped dramatically until my head was just over the steering wheel. My feet no longer reached the pedals. The change was disorienting, but I knew I had to adapt quickly. The pill had done its work, and now I was a four-foot-ten woman. I reached into the backseat and pulled out the bag with my new wardrobe. Inside was a pair of stilettos and a skimpy black dress. The dress was tight and clingy, leaving nothing to the imagination. No underwear. I looked like sex incarnate. Harry didn’t stand a chance. I stepped out of the SUV, feeling the cold breeze kiss my bare legs.

I waited outside Harry’s office, dressed as a seductive call girl. The dress was so short, it barely covered my ass, and the low-cut neckline displayed my ample cleavage. I still felt the arousal from my change. I had to admit, playing the bimbo card was kind of fun. I checked my phone. The time was right.

As Harry exited his office, I made sure to cross his path, dropping my clutch on the footpath right in front of him. He looked at it, annoyed, and bent over to pick it up. Then he looked at me and his annoyance was replaced with interest.