Work problems

Avery stared at herself in the mirror. She shook her head. She could NOT go to work like this!

Her body didn't need sleep anymore, but it turns out she was capable of it. Sometime after 3am she'd been so bored that she'd laid down to try and the next thing she knew her alarm was going off.

Despite only getting 3 hours of sleep she felt perfectly rested, but as she had crawled out of bed something had felt very, very wrong.

The red tile transformations Over-Engineered had finally worked its magic. The new app on her phone told her so. This is how she could expect to look from now on, or at least until something else changes it.

The app 'helpfully' told her everything it had done.

Her height? 5ft 4. Not much change there, she'd always been on the short side.

Her waist? 26 inches. She'd been 28 inches before, so it was only a slight change.

Her hips? 40 inches. 40! She'd been pretty narrow before, not that she measured, but her hips were so noticeably wide she could barely believe it.

Her boobs? Massive. She'd been totally flat before getting a slight increase during the game. Now? G cups. G! She didn't even realize it went that big. She'd be spending a fortune on bras from now on.

But the strangest change...it changed her ethnicity. She'd been proud of her Chinese heritage. As a first generation immigrant her culture, her identity as a Chinese person, it was very important to her.

But she wasn't Chinese anymore. Not outwardly.

Sure, many Westerners would just dismiss her as Asian and not see the difference, but she could tell. Her people could tell.

Japanese.

Why had it made her Japanese?

Her own parents wouldn't recognize her now. And if they did...they'd disown her.

Her grandfather had just been a baby at the start of the war but his lifelong hatred of the Japanese had burned until the very end of his life and his son, Avery's own father, still held that torch high.

Avery shook her head again.

Japanese, Chinese...it didn't even matter. While she did have clothes that fit...she just couldn't go out in public like...like...this...

She didn't know what she was going to do going forward, but she couldn't go to work today. She had to call in sick.

Unfortunately there was a problem with that.

She had a new unfortunately side effect to lying.

Would it trigger if she were totally nude? Normally when it triggered she couldn't put the offending item back on for a long time. If she were naked...would she be able to get dressed again?

It would be better to strip during her call then spend the whole day naked.

Maybe her frantic stripping would make it seem like she really was sick.

She dialed her manager and waited for him to pick up, "Hello Henry? It's Avery. I can't come in today..."

He cut her off before she could finish, "Ugh me too. You must have the same flu I have. It's awful. Don't worry about it. Take all the time you need." There was a click as he hung up.

Avery sighed in relief.

That was almost too easy. She felt a little guilty. She'd never, not once, faked a sick day before.

It was kind of...exciting.

What would she do on her day off...she sat down and started writing out a list.

---

Malik walked at a brisk pace towards the lecture hall. All around him were young energetic people. Young NAKED energetic people.

It was distracting, and inappropriate. He was a Professor, he was supposed to look out for these kids. Not ogle them.

He didn't even teach any first year classes. At least there'd be some students under 18 there...except that wouldn't really be any better. Maybe it was better that the students he was going to teach were a little bit more mature.

He made it to the lecture hall and tried to focus on unpacking his laptop and plugging it in, but there was only so much he could delay. Eventually he had to look up. At the hundreds of nude people staring down at him.

He took a deep breath. He was a professional. He could do this.

He called for attention, "It's 9am, we'll get started now. Last week we left off..."

He found himself falling into the familiar pattern. He wasn't like some of the other professors here. He wasn't here to do research, he was here to teach. He loved history, and he loved sharing that with new students. He'd found his passion at a young age and pursed it until he landed his dream job at the University of Toronto. It didn't matter if they were naked or not, he was here to teach, and teach he would do.

As expected nobody batted an eye at his new bubbly voice. Fitting it mean that everyone just accepted it. He wondered if it applied to his x-ray vision, or if it would just go unnoticed. Maybe people would just accept if he said he couldn't tell what they were wearing, but not think he was seeing them naked? He wasn't exactly keen on testing it.

Eventually his lecture ended and people began filing out of the hall. Most people.

There were always a few who wanted to talk to him after class.

He sent most of them away with his usual dismissal, "Come see me during office hours." But that didn't work for one.

"Heyyy professor!" Cindy called as she walked up. It took Malik everything he had not to look down at her boobs.

"Cindy if it's about your last paper-"

"No. I'm good. You were right, it was rushed. I actually wanted to talk to you about something else. Something...not related to this class."

Malik sighed. He suspected the reason why Cindy wanted to talk about every lesson, paper, and assignment had less to do with her love and history and more to do with her attraction to him. Malik wasn't an idea. He knew that there was a segment of the student body that was attracted to him. He wasn't Idris but he always thought he was attractive enough and some girls just loved the professor vibe.

But he'd promised himself he'd never cross that line. Not with a student.

"What can I help you with?" Malik asked.

"Well my friends said I'd never get anywhere being subtle so...wanna fuck?" Cindy stared at him lustfully.

"Cindy that isn't appropriate. I am your professor...although I daresay it would be inappropriate if I were you fellow student too. Now if you'll excuse me I have other matters to attend to."

Malik felt a little bad rejecting her so harshly, but he couldn't let himself be tempted.

Luckily...or unfortunately, she didn't seem to take it hard at all.

"Playing hard to get? That's alright. I'll keep trying!" Cindy called to his back.

Malik did his best not to think about her as he walked away.

---

Matt woke up and headed to the bathroom still half asleep.

It wasn't until he'd dropped his pants and reached for his cock that he remembered.

He had no cock.

Unfortunately he really did have to pee. He wouldn't be able to swap back right now. He turned around and sat down and let it out.

"Oh God..." Matt couldn't believe it. He was a woman.

This is all Samira's fault.

Well.

Sort of.

After finishing up in the bathroom he went back to his bedroom. He couldn't go to work like this, he HAD to swap back.

He stripped down naked. He hadn't really looked last night but...he was hot...right?

His breasts were on the small side but he was lithe and dainty. Not a spec of fat on him, well, except the tits.

He laid down on his bed and spread his legs. He'd fingered girls before. He knew the general idea.

He let his hand slide down his body and run along his new slit.

"Oh God..." Even that felt good?

He kept going. "Oh God..." This was great. Better than great. It felt amazing.

Closer. Closer. Closer.

"OOOOH!" Normally he made no noise at all when he masturbated. But now, he couldn't help but vocalize.

He came and closed his eyes. The orgasm was so powerful he didn't even notice his body shifting back.

When he came to his head felt rather foggy. He slowly got up and tried to get dressed.

It didn't work.

He kept trying. For 15 minutes.

Finally he remembered.

"Oh duh."

He called Malik and got permission to get dressed.

Then he realized he had to shower before work.

He later called Avery to get permission after his shower.

He had a feeling it was going to be a long day.

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Samira walked into her manager's office, "You wanted to see me Jed?"

"Sam, what did you do to your hair?"

"It's Samira," Only her friends could call her Sam. She certainly wouldn't let this guy get away with it. "And I dyed it a long time ago."

"Did you? Anyway...wait. Did you...shrink? But you're wearing heels..."

"Did you call me here to talk about my appearance? I believe I fully comply with the dress code."

He looked her up and down, she felt his eyes linger on her boobs, then he smiled, 'No. I'm sorry. I wanted to talk to you about the new ad campaign, do you have a minute?"

"Of course." Samira sat down and they started to discuss the upcoming campaign, and her role in it.

They talked for about 30 minutes and then Samira headed back to her own desk.

On the way she passed by the cubicle of Anita, a work friend.

"Hey Samira!" Anita said.

Samira turned, then suddenly pulled up her shirt to show off her boobs.

Anita stared at her.

After 10 seconds Samira put her top down, "I...um..."

"Did you get implants? Wow, they look great!" Anita said.

Samira wanted to deny it, she didn't have implant. She'd always been busty. But she was so mortified but what she'd just done that she couldn't even get the words out. Why had she just flashed her friend? She couldn't understand it, it was like some kinky voice in the back of her head telling her to just go for it.

"Umm...ya, just wanted to show them off...um...bye..." Samira fled.

What the hell was wrong with her?

---

Jade was on edge. Tattooing someone was a rather serious thing. She couldn't just erase a mistake and there was only so much room for error. She prided herself on her skill and wanted to give her customers exactly what they wanted. Normally she delivered.

But today...

"And so can you believe it? He said he would break up with me if I got another tattoo..." Pulse. " But I mean, of course I'm getting another tattoo..." Pulse..."I'd rather have another tattoo..." Pulse. "Than a boyfriend. You understand me, don't you Jade?"

Jade's current client was a talker. A big talker. While it was usually not a problem, today she was finding the subject of conversation particularly distracting. She squeezed her thighs together. Another word might send her over the edge.

"Um, I'm sorry, could we keep it quiet for a minute? I really need to focus on this part." Jade said.

"Of yeah, of course. Totally get it." The customer said.

Jade sighed and relief and started to focus again. Her arousal slowly subsided as she got into the zone. Distractions aside she really was a skilled artist.

Finally it was finished. She cleaned it and covered it, "You're not a rookie but I'll give you the spiel anyway..." Jade gave her usual talk on aftercare, "And don't hesitate to call me. For anything."

The client smiled, then suddenly blushed and looked away, "Um anything...actually..." She looked up at Jade, "There was something I wanted to ask you."

"Sure, go ahead." Jade said.

"Would you-"

Quincy suddenly barged in with another man following him, interrupting her, "Barbie, there you are. See Chuck, I told you, look at those tits. She got implants."

Jade clenched her fists, "Q what the fuck?" She turned to her client, "I'm sorry. My coworkers are assholes. What were you going to say?"

She bit her lip, "Um...nevermind. I'll tell you later..." She grabbed her things and hurried off.

Jade growled at Chuck and Quincy, "I've had enough. I'm going to see Miguel."

"Oh I'm so scared!" Quincy said.

Jade charged to the back room and knocked on Miguel's office.

"Come in." He called.

She stepped inside and his eyes lit up.

"Holy shit, those tits! What happened? I didn't know you were getting implants," Miguel grinned, "Show me."

Jade unconsciously lifted up her tank top to show off her breasts.

"Wow. Amazing. Anyway, what can I do for you?"

"You have to do something about Quincy. He keeps harassing me, he's even telling my customers that I'm too busy to take them. I can't take it anymore. If...if you don't help me...I might have to call the Ministry."

Miquel raised an eyebrow, "Really? It's hard to take you seriously when your tits are still out."

Jade gasped, suddenly realizing what she was doing. She pulled her shirt down as quickly as she could, "Fuck!"

Miguel smirked, "I'll talk to Quincy. He can't be lying to your clients. But as for the other stuff? Just suck it up. Don't make me regret taking a chance on a woman."

Jade's anger was boiling over now. Combined with her arousal she could barely think. She had to leave. Now. Before she said something she regretted.

She turned and rushed out without another word.

She locked herself in the bathroom and leaned against the wall. There was only one thing she could do. Both hands latched onto her boobs and started to squeeze. Peace and calm swiftly followed.

---

Laurie woke to a banging on her door. She yawned and slowly got up.

"What time is it..." She glanced over at her clock. 3pm. Not an unusual time for her to wake up after a night shift.

She heard the knock again.

"I'm coming!" She yelled, not that anyone outside would be able to hear her.

She made her way over to the door and opened it.

"Laurie!" The woman said.

"Uh, who are you?" Laurie whispered.

"It's me. Avery."

Laurie smirked and shook her head. This woman looked nothing like Avery, except that they were both Asian.

The woman rolled her eyes, "Sorry in advance..."

Before Laurie knew what was happening the other woman reached out and grabbed Laurie's nipples and pinched them, hard.

"Ow!" Laurie yelled, "What was that for?"

"Now I can hear you," The woman said, "It is me. Avery. It's over-engineered, the red tile transformation. It changed my body. It was that board game!"

"Oh!" Laurie's eyes went wide, "It...it is you!"

"YES!"

"Um, come in." Laurie let Avery in, still shocked by her friend's appearance, "Um, you aren't at work?"

"I didn't go. Looking like this? I wouldn't even get past security." Avery said.

"Right...of course. Wow. I'm so sorry."

Avery shrugged, "I'll figure something out. Actually...this is my first day off that wasn't a stat in years. I thought...we could hang out?"

"Sure. Let me just get dressed."

Laurie headed to her bedroom. To get dressed, but mostly to calm down. Between the nipple tweaking and the name calling she was already on edge. She felt ashamed at the person she was becoming, she was sorely tempted to go ask Avery for permission to...

No. She wouldn't, couldn't, do that.

She got dressed and headed back out, "So, what did you have in mind? Not shopping I hope, I'm all shopped out from yesterday."

Avery shook her head, "No. I want to go to the CN Tower. I've been never been."

Laurie's eyebrows shot up, "You've lived here how long and you've never been!?"

"That's right. We can go to the Aquarium too!" Avery said.

"Ok, we can do that."

Going out with the new Avery was a different experience for Laurie. Laurie had always felt rather plain and was used to guys ignoring her to talk to her prettier friends. Avery had been different, a normal girl like she was. They could hang out and not have to worry about the male gaze at all.

But now?

The guys swarmed them. On the subway. On the street. Even in line to pay for their tickets.

Rather than 'them', it was Avery they wanted to talk to. But Avery's new look was superficial only, she didn't have the confidence to go with it and didn't know how to deal with them.

Laurie mistakenly tried to shoo them away, "She has a boyfriend. I mean she's single but she's gay. She's not gay she just doesn't want to talk to you!" Why was her initial impulse always to lie? Normally those small white lies would be harmless, but her bra strap digging into her sides said otherwise.

"Hey, you're cute do you want to grab a coffee sometime?" The latest jerk said.

"I told you, she doesn't want to talk to you!" Laurie yelled at the man.

"Her? No. I was talking to you." The man said.

Laurie blushed, "M-me?"

Avery suddenly grabbed Laurie's hand, "She doesn't want to talk to you!" And pulled her away.

Laurie felt a flash of disappointment, but she quickly rationalized it away. He was probably just trying to use her to get to Avery. Nobody had ever asked her out for a date out of the blue like that. It probably wasn't real.

Once they actually got up the elevator it calmed down a bit and they were able to enjoy their afternoon together. Avery was so excited, it was contagious, and Laurie found herself having a great time.

Of course she had to take breaks every so often to pinch her own nipples, but that was a minor inconvenience.

Unfortunately all too soon it was time to leave and head back to Avery's apartment. The game demanded it.

---

For anyone wondering about Avery's votes, I used the median value for all her measurements.

For height the most common choice was 1, or 4 ft 10 (40%), but the second most common choice was 10 or 6ft 6 (13%). Per the result though most other choices were on the shorter side too.

For waist 26 was the median, but also the 2nd most common choice (losing to 20 inches by 3%).

For hips 10 was the most common choice (33%), which explains why the median was so high.

For bust 50% of votes went to G cup, it was the mean and the mode. Only 6 people wanted to see her flat.

And for ethnicity I obviously didn't use median here, just the mode. Japanese was the overwhelming winner with 47% of the vote. British was 2nd, followed by Hispanic.

There will probably be another poll to tweak her body at some point.

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I just realized I didn't add Matt's Home nudist to his character sheet, and therefore didn't include it in the story. It is there now and will be included in the future.