Julia's body

"You tricky mother-fucker. I can't believe you completely highjacked the president of the United States of America in a single afternoon. You've got some balls." Jack said, as he went back to fondling his breasts.

"I appreciate the metaphorical compliment, but I am more interested hearing about how you are coping with your current lack of testicles yourself." The woman said.

"You mean you're wondering if I'm fucked up about being a former middle-aged white dude with the body of a hot young black chick?" Jack said, cooing softly as pinched his new nipple. He remembered how much he used to like that as Julia, and was glad to see that particular pleasure hadn't changed with his new identity.

"A crude way to explain it, but not entirely inaccurate. You certainly seem to enjoy playing with yourself, but I currently have no data on the effect of giving a human being the identity of another. Any description of the experience and your own thoughts on the process will greatly increase my understanding on the nature of this magic item."

"Wow you know saying creepy shit like that creeped me out when I used to be Julia, now I think it's kinda hot, is that weird?" Jack said.

"It is a further data point, but not what I was talking about, Jack. Tell me. What is like knowing that you used to be Julia? She feared she would experience identity **** upon receiving the sticker. I had assumed it was more complicated, but would like to hear your own thoughts on the matter." The egghead said, making Jack roll his eyes. He still remembered being best-friends with Amanda though, and tried to have patience with whatever this new version of her was.

Jack realized Julia had been really lucky to get him as her new identity, instead of becoming some vague idea of person. She might be frustrating but she couldn't help it. Part of him pitied her.

"Well I don't feel like Julia is gone. I mean, it's like... how do I explain it... It's like I'm still Jack Mansfield, but the part has been recast. I feel don't feel like I'm a replacement for Julia, just a continuation of her. Everything about me, that makes me who Jack Mansfield is still here, but it's the version of me as interpreted by Julia. I get why she thought I was a complete ass. The old version of me at least. That version didn't have Julia's memories or education. He was a small-minded. Maybe because I used to be such a handsome rich kid I guess I just assumed things about the world, the old me had entitlement issues. That said, I ain't no girlie, I can see Julia wouldn't have the conviction to go through with this, even if I now have everything she ever wanted. Plus a smoking hot wife. Huh, I wonder if she'll be into this body the way she was with my old one." Jack said, as he cast off Julia's jacket, unbuttoned the white button-down blouse and got a closer look at her C-cup breasts clad in a red underwire bra.

"Judging by the reaction of the others earlier, it seems that no one seems to correlate your new body with its old gender. Despite your obvious mammaries and less obvious fact that you have a vagina, they all accept you as a the same 'verile' man that you your old self presented himself as. Logically, your new wife will initially treat you exactly the same as the old Jack Mansfield. However as your actions begin to differ from what the old version might have done, you will be treated as such. The fact that your body is a black woman, yet the perception of you remains as a white male, is vital to the success of my plan. You will be able to make astounding leaps in approval ratings across multiple different demographics." the nerd in the suit said.

Jack liked the sound of that. The truth was he really didn't mind having his own set of titties. From his perspective he'd always had them, they had just been wasted on Julia for the first twenty-five years of her life. Now he had a pair he could fondle just about whenever he felt like it and no goddamn reporter could complain about that.

Then Jack's smile turned into a frown. He remembered all the times he placed a hand on a woman's back, the overly flirtatious remarks to his subordinates, the ass grabbing. Now that he knew how creepy it was to have a male boss use a woman's body as a plaything, he had a moment of sel-reflection.

"Shit. The old me was something of a pig I guess." Jack said.

"If you are implying that when your identity was in that body, that you were a chauvinist, then yes, that is a correct assessment. However in the mere moments you've spent as this new version of you, I have already noted a marked improvement in your behavior. Your 'boys club' mentality is deeply ingrained into your personality, and will likely never be completely gone, however the old you referred to myself and Julia as 'girls' or 'ladies' you have consistently referred to us as 'women.' This improvement may be minor, however I believe your new perspective will allow you to integrate elements of Jack and Julia to become a perfect leader for the new order I have planned." the former 'Amanda' said.

That was right. Jack remembered now. He had come in here, Julia had come in here, with a plan to take over the world.

That didn't sound half bad right now. Besides he always felt better after someone gave him some praise.

Jack leaned back against his desk and cupped his boobies in his hand fondling and massaging them in front of the uncaring human-calculator as he began to let himself relax.

"Okay Alberta Einstein, tell me then, what's the next step in that big ol' smart-as-shit plan of yours." He said purring in Julia's soft contralto voice.