You’ve Been Served

Whenever my newest client came to me with her issue I wanted to laugh and call her insane. She claimed that, before last night, she was a strong, dominant, alpha male, and after getting slipped something in her drink she became a woman overnight. Obviously that’s impossible, and I told her that straight to her face. Before I could totally dismiss her though, she told me to check out X-Change Corp, then gave me her number for when I wanted to apologize.

I don’t know what in Gods name made me do this, maybe because I wanna believe everyone tells the truth, so I looked up the company and… I couldn’t believe it! Beginning their clinical trials last year, a company known as X-Change Corp had begun testing on brand new gender swapping pills. There were testimonies from hundreds of men saying that they had transformed with a pop of a pill, some for 24 hours, some for a week, and some since the trials began! They were all happy, and hopeful for their new life as women.

Of course, I immediately called the woman back, apologized, and agreed to take her case. A woman, or man, like her had been victimized by a corporation, unknown of the dangers that their product may cause! It was downright unjust and cruel, and she needed our help.

Not to mention, going after a major company like this would be front page news, and would be good publicity for my firm. Also winning against a big pharmaceutical company means a lot of money in my bank account! That is why, the very next day, I drafted up some papers, put on my best suit, and drove myself down to the X-Change Corporate office, which was conveniently located in New York City according to Google.

When I walked into the building the weirdness began right away. The walls were painted a pale pink, there were images of women naked, in bikinis, or lingerie posted along the walls like a strip club, but other than those tacky details? The place was immaculate. Large open floor plan, high ceilings, even a water feature. This place had money, and I was ready to take it.

I approached the front desk where the secretary had her back to me while she filed her nails. I took a second to admire the room some more, and look at the dark oak desk the woman was sitting at. There were tons of trinkets and pictures that you’d find on a normal desk, and one was a folded double frame, one with a picture of a man, and one of a woman.

“Um… excuse me?” I ask, as I finally fully approach the desk. “I am looking for a Michael Mancini, is he here today?” I ask, my voice ringing confidence, but making sure to stay polite to the woman.

As she heard my voice she turned her chair around and my eyes immediately went wide at the sight. Firstly she was absolutely gorgeous! But second? Her blouse was completely open, and her breasts were on full display and jiggling for everyone to see.

“Oh! You mean Mike?” She asks in a cute bubbly voice that just hearing it makes you want to say awe and pat her on the head like a puppy. “Lemme check real quick for you! He may be in a meeting.” She says as she picks up the phone and raises it to her ear, mouthing the words Give me one sec! and raising one finger to me as she phone rings.

As soon as the phone clicks her eyes widen slightly and she giggles… and I could almost hear why. There was a soft clapping sound and loud female moans coming through the speaker of the phone. Very awkwardly I avoided eye contact and looked around again as I let the secretary handle it, feeling a blush grow on my cheeks.

“Mikey! You naughty boy!” The secretary giggles and bites her lip for a second. “You got a big strong man out here in a suit with a briefcase… are you expecting anybody?” She says, and for a second I hear the commotion on the other line stop, and then her face drops. She starts to nod silently, her eyes looking up at me with a soft, almost scared look, before she finally responds. “Of… of course Daddy… yeah I… I’ll send him up.”

She puts the phone back on the receiver and looks up at me for a quick second before giving me a quick nod to the elevator. “He’s uh… waiting for you, sir.” She says, her voice sounding slightly more professional as she grabs her open blouse and tries to close it as if she were just now embarrassed… in fact, is she starting to blush?

“Thank you ma’am…” I say as I give her a quick nod and walk in the elevator, keeping a confident look on my face as the door closes.