He Was Serious

The next thing I know the elevator door is opened, and I am standing in the lobby, naked, covered in this man’s dirty, nasty cum, filled with shame and regret, with a trash bag full of my old male clothes in my hand. With a sigh I started to strut down the hallway towards the front door, hoping for no commotion, but the secretary stopped me before I could reach the door.

“Um! Ma’am! Hey! Ma’am?” She asks, standing up and snapping to get my attention. The same pretty, cute woman before had become so rude to me all of a sudden, what gives?

I quickly turn around and meet her eyes with a quick scowl. “What?” I ask, putting one hand on my hip as I look at her.

“Daddy wants your contact info… would you like to provide us with your personal phone number?” They ask, handing me a clipboard that, in bright red and bolded letters at the top says the words BOOTY CALLS which isn’t degrading at all! I just scoff and roll my eyes and turn back away.

“No thanks.” I grumble, but the woman just rudely snaps again before I could put my hand on the door handle.

“Would you prefer we call your office? I didn’t think you’d want your secretaries and coworkers to know of your personal matters but if you aren’t picky…” My eyes widen at her words, only imagining the things Mike would say on the phone about me. Not wanting to ruin my reputation more I let out a quick sigh, and turn back around.

“Wait! Um… yes. I’m sorry.” I say, strutting up to the front desk as the secretary gets a big, shit-eating grin on her face as if she had won this little interaction. I quickly write down my contact info, my preferred male name, my preferred female name, preferred form of birth control and… blood type? That seems excessive. Either way, it gets done, and I hand it to the woman.

“Thank you toots!” She says, before reaching under her desk and tossing me a bright white bottle. “And for being such a good sport, Daddy wants you to have your first bottle on the house!”

I quickly glance down at the bottle in my hand and a soft defeated sigh escapes my lips. It was the same bottle, same label, as the one that I had upstairs. It even had the same crack on the side that I had crushed in it as a male. Was this a taunt? Or a promise that I’d be back?

I just let out a quick sigh, toss it in my trash bag with my clothes, and grumble under my breath. “Thank you…” before turning my back to the secretary and walking through the door, as the woman’s cheerful voice rang in my ear behind me.

“Thank you for choosing X-Change Corp for all your self-help needs! Where we help you, be you! Have a nice day!” She says in a bubbly cutesy voice with a big smile on her face as she waves. “And might I suggest catching a taxi… quickly? They judge less than Uber drivers, and you don’t wanna walk around like that for long.” She giggles, before taking a seat down at her desk and turning her back once again to file her nails.

As soon as I walk outside I get catcalled by a construction worker, and glared at by a group of women, who I just flip off, too tired to deal with their shit. I walk to the street and immediately wave down a taxi, who quickly pulls over as soon as he sees me.

Ok, being a naked woman on the streets of New York has its perks!

“Rough day?” The man asks as I crawl into the car. I just scoff and sit back, staring off into the distance as I relax for the first time in hours.

“You don’t know the half of it… you got any baby wipes?” He hands me a box he kept stashed in the front seat. I tell him the address of the building next to mine, my paranoia kicking in, not wanting to pull to the front of my building, and start to wipe the cum off of my face as I have a pleasant conversation with the cab driver all the way home. Very nice guy!