Experiment project 1-Turning Ivory to Ebony

You didn't want to believe that there were people seriously left in places above your paygrade that would come up with stupid, trivial bullshit like the document in front of you. It was an insult to your intelligence, really, and it played off one thing you could never accept: it made a mockery of the science. Science explained everything and when it didn't, it came up with pretty convincing bullshit to get out of it. As far as you were concerned, God was a scientist and everything was his test subjects.

Still, as the man who was once your company's boss settled down in bed next to you, you wondered exactly why you had ever agreed to this idea.

Perhaps it had something to do with stock options they were throwing in your face. That was a handy motivation tool, you weren't going to lie. So, perhaps it played off to the second thing you hated most in the world: being a sellout to corporate interests.

Maybe you should just look at the money and leave it there?

They had given you a week's vacation in the Cayman Islands, sent the two of you packing and a private jet to a secluded resort. There was enough of a change in your boss to make him pass off as your wife, including the rings that were now on your fingers, and the resort staff had little trouble seeing it. In fact, it was surprising at how many people your boss could fool now looking the way he did, though anyone who really bothered to could see that there was something wrong with him. But still, as the person who was now addicted to you and your body laid down beside you, you just wondered how in the hell were you supposed to do the science and keep things as professional as possible?

"Listen, I know..."

"Hey, I was..."

The silence feel awkwardly until you laughed a little and then looked over at your boss' head. "I'll go first. I'm supposed to test how prolonged, single exposure is supposed to impact you, as a Level 4B, and see what the results are. Social stimuli, interaction, all that stuff. I want to be as professional and respectful as I can."

There was a silence and the person laying down in front of you sighed a bit. "Can I say something...?"

"Sure."

The person turned around and looked at you in the face. "I get why we were sent here but let's also try to enjoy the fact that WE are here, okay? Can you do that for me? I don't want to be stuck in this limbo, this 'I don't know what the hell I am'...if I'm going to become a woman, I want to become one fully. If I'm going to end up as some shemale slut for the rest of my days, that's something I can't accept."

You paused, not quite expecting that sort of reaction, but it made sense as well. It was a good motivation for your boss to become like that and you were going to be the only one to help him. It also didn't hurt that the changes were already starting. The black hair, darkening skin, ebony tones...you were turning your boss into a black woman (the only one among your expanding harem).