DelivHery, with an order waiting

For some reason expecting a new message from Aria had set Josh's heart fluttering, but it sank at the sight of the notification onscreen with a feeling Josh easily recognized despite his new predicament - getting buzzed by work when you're about to have a good time.

Order Available! Accept?

Another notification appeared

Order Urgent! Surge bonus!

Somewhere, Josh knew he could just ignore the notifications and meet up with Aria now. No, wait - he could ignore ALL the notifications, and spend the night sorting out how to undo whatever the hell changes he made to the app. But something felt wrong about blowing off his responsibilities, after all, he still had to pay rent. It felt like even though Josh knew he'd been a man that morning, knew he'd transformed himself with the rule changing app, and couldn't clearly recall the first thing about this new life he'd apparently stepped into, the day to day autopilot of it was like a distant voice nudging his actions along their usual pattern.

Josh was mulling over the concept as his fingers glided over the screen, painted nails tapping against the glass to open the app. A splash screen for "DelivHery" flashed across the screen, with a familiar-feeling logo of a curvy female silhouette bending over to pick up, or maybe hold out, a grocery bag. The sensuous arch to her back gave a curious tickle in Josh's mind that nearly surfaced to a question before the app loaded onscreen a moment later, where again his inner self nearly reasserted that he should pause and evaluate the situation. But it felt good to take care of responsibilities, Josh's girly lips pouting at the thought while tapping "Accept" for the delivery. It was only a 15m drive across town, and, that'll provide a good excuse to postpone anything with Aria. Josh rationalized anything to happen with her would be a big distraction from turning back, so it'd be easiest to take the opportunity to cancel altogether. He was carrying the phone back to the bedroom, almost automatically switching apps and typing out a response "Sorry but I just got a surge delivery, I have to go :( " Perfect, Josh thought, before watching himself followup "I'll be back later tonight tho X X." It just felt wrong to drop Aria so hard, he thought to himself, for some reason it felt better to send a nice followup. Besides, he'll still have plenty of time to figure out the rules app and then none of this will even matter.

Josh paused for a moment. He's going to change back and this won't matter, so why exactly is he driving across town for somebody else's dinner? Well, he did feel a little excited to wear the uniform, pulling open white wooden drawers from a light pink dresser. Josh couldn't remember if the delivery drivers he'd seen before changing were wearing uniforms, but he was pretty sure they didn't look like this. "At least my lingerie will work" he thought, pulling spandex booty shorts and a stretchy fitted tank top from the dresser drawers, already knowing what to wear and where it's kept. It'd be a drag if after putting on something special for Aria he had to change into something DelivHery branded, but fortunately they give away so much underwear it's usually what he's wearing anyway. "What?" Josh made eye contact again with the blonde in the mirror, her expression plainly showing his feelings of confusion from that unexpected line of thought. Unfortunately, there was really no time to think it over and make the delivery on time, so Josh lifted one smooth leg at a time into the shorts and slid them up, stretching them over her thighs and feeling them firmly grip her buttocks...and the plug she still wore. Turning in the mirror, Josh leaned forward, stretching the material so the outline of the plug was slightly visible underneath, framed by the garter straps. Straightening up and turning around, she saw an alluring cameltoe from the material straining tight against her vulva. For some reason, that all looked right to her. Josh lifted the tank top over her shoulders, stretching up with a gasp as a seam in the lycra material of her shorts rubbed at the lace of her thong between her pussy lips, eliciting a throb of need and pleasure from her new clit. "Whatever changes this app did, some horny dick obviously came up with them" Josh chuckled at the thought for some reason, even though he was realizing however he'd made himself a horny woman, he'd also made the world considerably more sexually open than before. Pulling the tanktop down over her breasts, at this point she was unsurprised to find it tightly hugged her bust, pushing up her cleavage and accentuating the red lace of the lingerie. A strip of exposed midriff showed her belly button and a tantalizing glimpse of the garter belt, drawing the eye past her juicy cameltoe to the garters and stockings wrapped around her shapely legs. She looked like a pornstar...This is a delivery uniform? It felt natural enough. Josh had never worn such tight clothing before, and the feeling her breasts straining against the tank top and the shorts clinging to her ass were like constant reminders of her new body. Not to mention the fabric was still tightly pressing the lace of her thong into her pussy, nearly throbbing with arousal after how much Josh had gotten worked up.

The sight in the mirror was getting increasingly distracting, and Josh heel-turned for the door of the bedroom and then the front of the apartment, where he was a bit relieved to find a simple pair of sneakers already waiting near the door, looking a few sizes smaller than the last pair Josh wore. Sliding them over the nylon stockings and onto her feet, Josh couldn’t resist bending over a little extra far, arching her back a touch at the thought of how sexy her new figure would look. The plug had constantly reminder her of its presence as she’d walked through the apartment, but as she bent over the gem pressed against the tight shorts, pushing the plug just slightly further in as she felt the crotch seam squeezing tightly to her clit. The teasing sensation was too much, and one of Josh’s hands shot between her legs, rubbing the material against her lips and feeling the seam slide over her clit. She clamped her mouth closed as a **** mewl tried to escape, then opened it to shout a frustrated “Fuck!” There was just no way she could rub off to any satisfaction through the uniform, and she had no time to strip it off again to get there. Standing up, she sighed and straightened out the shorts over her underwear, finding there wasn’t much way to adjust them straight without the seam riding distractingly against her folds. “What the hell is going on, exactly? Was I this horny and sensitive before? I have got to figure this out.”

Josh paused and gripped the door handle and the cold metal seemed to calm her down enough to focus on the task at hand. Hanging from a hook next to the door were a small gold-latched black leather purse and a plastic nametag dangling on a lanyard. The lanyard was lined with the DelivHery logo in its distinctive red, and printed on the tag in a gold ink was “Geena”, set against a background of roses.

Geena. It hadn’t been Josh’s name this morning, but it felt familiar now. “Geena” murmured her name and at the sound traced a few distant memories of hearing it from other people..at restaurants, at school, moaned by partners.. “I’m Josh. I’m only Geena for now.” Josh shook his head, blonde locks swaying with the motion as he cleared the muddled thoughts from his mind. Simple task. Pick up the order, then deliver it, then get home and figure out how to undo these changes. The app will navigate as usual, all Geena has to do is follow directions. Throwing the nametag overhead and the purse over shoulder, the petite blonde Josh had become turned the handle to leave.

“I can do this.”