I leave (fast forward to next week)

Victor is rather gentle in letting me go. I exit the house through the front door and with the distance between me and him increasing, I get a ping on my phone telling me to confirm whether my session with my client has finished. I press the buttons to confirm and the session on the app ends. Some time later, it will send me a tally of how much the client is due to pay plus any tips he may have added to my tab.

I sigh a breath of relief when I get back home and turn back into Charles. I refrain from using any X-Change pills and logging into Fleshy until next week.

In the week before next Friday, work goes by normally. In passing, I encounter Victor and the first time I see him I get the jitters. It's when he treats me like a fellow worker, not like the new guy as I was a couple months ago, does the tingly feeling of nervousness start to fade. Since we are in different departments, there is not much opportunities where we are alone, not that he is looking for such moments to say anything significant to me, since he knows my secret. It's on the Friday when he does say anything with worth behind it. "Hey Charles, you down to hang out this weekend?" he had asked on an occasional visit to the kitchen where I assist, specifically washing dishes after the lunches have been served. He said it not expecting an immediate answer of any kind and even if I had an answer to give, he was already out the door. The lunch ladies seemed to have a slight curiosity as to what Victor was implying. They'd possibly wonder if I was going to get drunk with him, but given the secret he now knows, I could add the specific activity of getting drunk on his cum, considering I swallowed his last load straight down my throat.

After I leave work, I head home and settle. I could choose to forego taking any X-Change pills and spend the weekend as a guy, though I have a lingering interest in what Victor implied in his rhetorical question earlier in the day, if the context included me transformed as Charlene. Though I'm **** at first, I go ahead and take a pill. Once I'm Charlene, I get ready, doing everything from choosing an outfit, fixing my make up, and fashioning my hair. Once I'm done, I log into the Fleshy app, immediately discovering that a client has requested me. So much in fact that I have gotten ten messages from the same client. Of course it is Victor. I cannot explain why I had made it back to his house faster than I usually do. Maybe I'm excited to know what Victor meant in his passing remark in the kitchen. To my co-workers, they would assume I'm being accepted as one of the guys, though, if I'm Charlene, I would be appreciated because of what Charlene is and would do if given the choice and opportunity.

Once I've arrived in front of Victor's house, I take a breath or two before getting out of the car and making my way to the front door. I ring the doorbell and wait for the door to be answered. Victor answers the door. Seeing my familiar face, he smiles and comments, "A nicer outfit this time, Charlene? I like it."

I smile, actually enjoying his observation, and when he opens the door fully, I walk inside. I immediately walk into the house proper, thinking Victor would want his service to be done right away. I stop in my tracks when I see...