Seemingly Gender Bent

For sure the remote wasn't in English, and after a long day at work and messing up a relationship... Maybe pressing a random button would tell him what he needed to know about the remote. Down went some button on the remote, and *bip* went something inside as a small light near the top lit up for a second. Nothing seemed to happen, but it did tell Jack that it had power and seemed to try to do something. Then one of the light bulbs in his apartment started to flicker for a second and dimmed... He'd need to scrounge up a bit of money for another bulb sooner or later... Probably an omen telling him to get to bed. For sure Jack felt weak and tired so he went to the sink in his apartment where he brushed his teeth, did the dishes... well dish... presuming he'd ever use it instead of eating takeout all the time.

Brushing his teeth Jack noted that his arms looked scrawnier... If there was anything about his sometimes backbreaking work he'd hoped for it'd be that he'd at least maintain a certain amount of core strength. Maybe he'd have to... weight were expensive... a random loose brick wouldn't be though and he could probably find one lying about... Finished with that Jack took off his Uniform and... looked down to see a line of cleavage... He stared at the enlarged areolas and nipples... and determined that he must be already half asleep or hallucinating... He was going to shower, but... Jack felt like it was one of those days where he just went to sleep and worried about doing laundry the next day, and then still not do the bed laundry.

The following morning the somewhat ratty blinds of the apartment let the light in and Jack woke up and was confused as he heard cute soft moans of a girl just waking up. Looking around in a half-awake daze there was no one else around... Obviously, if there was anything good about this apartment the Locks were actually pretty durable and reliable. Getting out of bed Jack felt an unfamiliar weight on his chest and his body felt more jiggly. Looking down there was that line of cleavage as there were boobs on his chest... Not the moobs that were slowly developing from a diet of saturated fat laced with sugar and salt, but BOOBS! Unlike the night before where Jack thought he had been hallucinating his senses were coming fully online, and fondling his own boobs confirmed that the boobs were real and they were his! Running to the bathroom and looking in the mirror it wasn't his face, but her face looking back... and there weren't any pimple scaring, or the same bad hair cut... the face that look backed reminded him of her mother's or sister's but not... HOW THE FUCK WOULD HE DO HIS JOB WHE-... Jack slapped himself in her face thinking that he was too conditioned to work that he changed sex and that was his first concern. Mentally tracing his steps Jack went back to the plastic chair and planted her large ass on the thing and looked at the remote... and could not remember which button he had pressed that had probably done this to him. Even if he did it's not like the button was necessarily a "change sex" button... there were worse things than just being a woman. That said he had no savings, rent was coming up, and if he didn't solve the situation he'd be homeless and unidentifiable to the authorities.