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Chapter 3 by Deathcon Deathcon

What XY-Change tale we following?

Sales Representative - Getting a Job

My name is Isaiah Hall and once a friend of mine asked if I would ever take the then-recently released XY-Change, just to “try it out”. I told him “Maybe, just for fun”. Unknown to me then I would use it a lot in the future. I recently graduated college with a General degree, so I began to go to the local employment agency to get a job. I had been having difficulties getting a job and so, believing that girls have it easier, resorted to taking an XY-Change Basic and using it to get jobs using the name "Isabel Hall". I then rented out a suit for it and now I looked like the below image.

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I then showed up at the employment agency, only to find a depressingly long line of applicants snaking out the door. I sat and waited my turn, after having already handed out my resume. Finally, someone motioned in for me to enter. “So you want to apply for a position at VitalPill? It’s your lucky day, we’re quite short-staffed, so I think you have a good shot.” The man behind the desk said once I entered and sat down.

“Let me tell you about the pros first. It’s a sales role, so your pay is commission-based. Make lots of sales, and get lots of comms! Don’t make sales, well… Don’t worry your pretty little head about that.” He continued. “You will make sales because we’re gonna take you under our wing and make you a superstar! Based on your resume, I’m willing to offer you an 18% commission on all sales. So say you make us $2500 in sales profits, you’ll make $450. Pretty good, right?”

“What am I selling?” I questioned him unfamiliar with the company he was representing.

“Oh yeah, I guess that’s important for you to know. We make commercial sales of gender-transformation-based pills to businesses. Before you ask, we don’t deal in XY-Change products since they have strict price controls and typically only sell pills directly to consumers.” He began to answer which I nodded along with, didn’t expect to be interviewing for a job to sell XY-Change competitors. “We mainly deal in the other products from InstaWomen pills as well as some of the minor players - alternative manufacturers who can deliver cheap products in bulk to companies who need them. Does that make sense?”

“Y-yes, I guess,” I said a bit nervous, to think I took an XY-Change pill to this interview.

“When you find a client that needs a gender-transforming pill, you are the go-between. You are going to find that client the right pill for the job and secure them a good bulk discount. Of course, we’ll make a healthy profit on the sale.” He continued before letting out a snake of his own. “That profit is where you get your cut. Don’t worry, we have a list of distributors and products, you don’t have to come up with these yourself.”

I understood that for the most part so moved on to a question every interviewee should ask. “What are my hours?”

He seemed to chuckle at that. “That’s the neat part. You’re welcome to work Monday through Friday, but if you want to take a day off, that’s up to you. Your hours are quite literally your own! You will be judged not based on your working hours, but based on your actual sales performance. Fair, isn’t it?” He seemed to be quite proud of the idea.

‘So I could work one day a week as long as I get good profits, huh?’ I thought to myself before asking my next question, which you came up with after hearing about what you’re selling. “Do you have any XY-Change policies?” I asked him.

The man shrugged. “We’re part of the local Nondiscriminatory Hiring Practices Alliance, so as such we will register both your male and female names, regardless of which you typically use. You may come into the office either way, just flip your ID to the relevant side.” He began seemingly showing the office is uncaring about using XY-Change pills while at work.

He then continued. “A bit more paperwork is required if your DNA changes, like if you choose to have a different hair color or ethnicity for your XY-Change self, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Here at VitalPill, we aim to be as progressive as possible… so it’s one less thing you need to worry about.”

I sighed in relief at that. ‘Guess I won’t have to plan my work days based on whether I am on or off the pill.’ I thought to myself.

“...that said,” He began again, “VitalPill sales associates have been known to perform… product demonstration of the pills we are selling.”

‘Ah… So I am expected to take a pill with potential clients to show just how great they are huh? At least I know ahead of time.’ I thought to myself. Still, all of this new information makes me want better pay so I decided to negotiate for a higher commission.

“You want a higher commission rate? Alright, I’ll increase it from 18% to 19%. That’s as much as I can do.” The VitallPill representative named Michael told me.

Well, I suppose this is what I took the XY-Change pill for. “Would some ‘convincing’ make you more generous?” I asked in my most sultry and alluring voice possible.

“What are you saying?” Michael looked at me incredulously. “Are you trying to bribe me or something? Do you think we are... corrupt, or something at VitalPill?"

"Err.." I blushed in embarrassment. 'Maybe that was not the best move.' I thought to myself. "...sorry. That was a mistake."

"Yes, it was." He sat back then, having leaned forward after I attempted seduction. "Make sure it doesn't happen again." I heard a sound then as if Michael kneed the desk. Curious I looked down under the table.

"Eeep!" I gasped causing me to sit straight again when I saw his penis had escaped his pants and had knocked against the table, causing the sound.

"Shush," Michael put a finger to my lips hushing me. "The audio from this interview is recorded and monitored for quality assurance and training purposes. So please, refrain from any further vulgar propositions." He informed me.

His body language told me a different story, however. Reading don't talk, just suck my dick. Following his unsaid orders I got to my knees I got under the desk and crawled over so I was right next to his phallus. 'Am I gonna do this?' I internally asked myself.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned closer to Michael's lap, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. This was certainly a bold move, but the allure of a higher commission was too tempting to ignore. With a gentle touch, he looked down at me as I readied myself my eyes locked onto his. He leaned back in his chair, allowing me to proceed. I took his cock in my hand, feeling its warmth and weight, and looked up at him for guidance. He nodded once, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. I leaned in and took the head into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it and swirling my tongue. His grip tightened on the chair armrests, and I could hear his quiet, satisfied moan as I started to suck him off.

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Feeling a surge of power, I decided to take this opportunity to seal the deal. As I bobbed my head up and down, I could feel Michael's cock growing harder with each stroke. I knew that this was the moment to push for what I wanted. "I'll show you I'm worth it," I murmured around his shaft, my voice muffled but filled with determination.

I increased my pace, eager to prove my worth. His moans grew louder, his hips bucking slightly against my face as I worked him closer to climax. The taste of him filled my mouth, and I felt a strange thrill at the power I had over him at that moment.

I then began to feel a rush of victory and adrenaline, I focused on bringing Michael to his peak. My eyes never left his as I took him deeper into my throat, my cheeks hollowing with the effort. His breath grew ragged, and his movements grew more erratic. I knew I had him. Just as I felt him tense up, ready to release, I pulled back and whispered, "But what about my wardrobe for client meetings? I'll need to look the part."

With a pained smile, Michael nodded. "Fine, we'll provide you with a clothing allowance for work attire. Just don't go overboard, okay?" He was trying to keep his composure.

I took his cock back into my mouth, this time more confidently. His hips jerked forward, and he groaned as I began to deep-throat him. His hands found their way into my hair, guiding me as he grew closer to his climax. I could feel his thighs tighten, and his breathing become more rapid.

With a final gasp, Michael's body went rigid as his cock throbbed, and I felt the warmth of his climax fill my mouth. As he came down from his high, I swallowed and pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

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The reality of what I had just done hit me like a ton of bricks, and I froze then. "Wow," Michael said impressed with what I just did. "Wow, I think I needed that. It was quite good. Due to your, er, dedication, I'll increase your starting commission from 19% to 23%." He said finally landing on a rate best suited for me. That broke me out of the stupor I was in and I quickly accepted that offer.

"Fantastic! Welcome aboard! Can you have your first day on Monday?" He asked as I finally found myself a job.

How does Isaiah/Isabel's first day go?

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