Grace's coworkers

The other two were still sleeping by the time Grace was ready to leave. She decided to let them, but left a note with instructions. Among other things a reminder not find a job and not have sex in her bed again. She was about to leave but then hurried back and added, no sex on the couch either!

She'd had to think of something more long term. She didn't know why but it felt like she was taking care of Maya and Eva, instead of them being three equals. She didn't really want to be in charge, she didn't consider herself a very dominant person after all, but she felt it was necessary to their survival. Someone had to be the adult in the room.

She pushed thoughts of them aside and started to speculate on what could have happened to Mary and Jason. It wasn't exactly on her way, but she decided to swing by Mary's desk before going to her own.

Mary was sitting at her computer typing away when Grace saw her. "Good morning Mary!" Grace said cheerily.

Mary looked over at her, and after a second smiled and stood up, "Good morning Grace. I like your outfit."

That makes one of us, Grace thought wistfully. She still had to dress conservatively to keep the deal with Mary, but she couldn't wear underwear or bras anymore. She'd made up for it with a thick sweater and thigh high stockings paired with a long skirt. She felt entirely far too covered up.

"Thanks," Grace said. "I like your...shirt...you look hot." Grace mentally hit herself. Hot? Mary doesn't want to be hot.

Suddenly Mary unbuttoned her shirt and lifted up her bra, exposing her tits to Grace. Just for a second then she dropped the bra and glared at Grace.

"What...what did you do?" Mary asked.

"Me?" Grace said incredulously, "You flashed me!"

"She!" Mary said, starting to rebutton her shirt, "Not so loud. You must have done something, I would never..."

Grace shrugged, "All I said was you look hot."

Immediately Mary stopped buttoning her shirt, instead ripping it open, sending buttons flying and lifting up her bra to flash Grace said.

"Whoa. Mary...those are nice and all..." Grace understood. She had an exhibitionist card, like her own. Except her trigger was a little different. She wondered how far it went..."I guess I won't say you look stunning anymore."

Nothing. Stunning didn't trigger it. Hmm, she was curious...

"Stop! I don't know what's going on! I can't stop myself..." Mary said desperately.

Grace nodded, "Yes. I see. Would you like a sweater? I brought an extra one," She fished it out of her bag and handed it over.

Mary nodded and accepted it. Grace thought she should be prepared for her bosses load today, she'd brought extra clothes just in case.

Finally Mary was dressed again. She looked at Grace, "Ok...Maybe it was just a fluke. Some...error in my brain...I won't flash anyone else...you won't tell anyone about this...right?"

Grace desperately wanted to. It would be fitting ****. But she didn't think she could. Mary would suffer enough. Without the game she'd never be able to remove this. That was probably enough. She nodded, "I won't." She promised.

After saying bye to Mary she dropped her stuff off at her desk and went to see Jason. She had a legitimate reason to at least, he was still helping with her project.

She reached Jason's office and knocked on his door.

"Who is it?" He called out. His voice sounded different..but it was muffled by the heavy door.

"Grace, I have some more questions for you." She said.

She heard a deep sigh then, "Ok. Come in."

Grace opened the door and immediately stopped. Jason...well...

Jason sighed, "Please come in. Close the door behind you."

Grace did and took a seat across from him...her?

"Jason you look..."

Jason held up a hand, "Yes. I am aware of my appearance...I...I don't know what happened. However it would not be professional to discuss my personal life at work. You have some more questions?"

Grace had initially thought he'd had a sex change, like Eva, but now she wasn't so sure. He'd reminded her of a frat bro before, but now he looked quite feminine. There was just enough masculinity there to make her wonder. She was curious...what was going on downstairs...

She shook her head. She wasn't like that. Right? "Jason it's ok to talk about. Professional people still worry about their coworkers. Are you eating enough or..."

"It's not my diet. It was sudden. Instananeous. My body just...changed..." Jason said slowly.

Grace tried to look sympathetic, "I'm sure it's quite shocking to suddenly be a woman, I can..."

Jason looked shocked, "What? I'm still a man," He looked very offended now, "That isn't even..." He shook his head and regained his composure, "Look, we should keep our conversation to the project. What do you need to know?"

She tried a few more times to steer their conversation that way, but he wouldn't budge. If he was telling the truth then he hadn't had a sex change like Eva. His body had just changed to be...softer. More androgynous.

She supposed some women might be attracted to him still, but his sex life was sure to take a hit. Was that ****? She didn't really feel good about it, although she didn't actually feel bad either. She decided she just didn't care about him all that much.

After she'd gotten what she needed she went back to her desk and started working. Twice that day her boss requested a blow job. The first time she just tried to prepare for the massive cumshot. It didn't work. There was just too much to swallow and she ended up with it on her face and chest again.

She was glad she'd brought a change of clothes but for the second blowjob she asked if she could take her shirt off. He thought that would be highly inappropriate and warned her not to talk like that again. Luckily his second load was smaller, and while some dripped out she managed to keep her clothes clean.

Towards the end of the day she had to play the game again. Three more horrible options.

A cow. A rare cow. She glanced down at her chest. No way. She didn't need to lactate like Eva. The other two were both common. Bimbo, which had given her permanent makeup already, and handcuffs had to be bondage.

Both sounded unappealing. Bimbo scared her a bit. She was totally fine with her makeup, it was permanent but actually changed day by day. She could live with that. She was just afraid of losing any intelligence. The bondage scared her too. She was afraid it might lead to her losing her job, she couldn't afford to show up in handcuffs or something.

Decisions, decisions. She bit her lip and finally made her choice. She picked....