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Chapter 3 by wintermute wintermute

Where do you wake up?

Laying on a soft, leather couch

You slowly open your eyes, body stirring as you do. You hear papers rustling, then shoes walking across a carpeted floor towards you.

"Ah, you're awake, good. Just wait right here and I'll let the doctor know."

You open your eyes as the man leaves the room and closes the door behind you. You sit up on the leather couch you've been laying on and look around the room. Across from you is a wooden desk, behind which hang several diplomas. Looking at them closely, you see that they're degrees in psychology. A quick scan of the rest of the room confirms it: you're in a therapist's office.

You hang your head, trying to figure out what's happened to you. When you look down, you make the discovery that the pair of legs you're looking at isn't your own! You shift in your seat to confirm what you're looking at, but you're **** to admit that the curvy, pantyhose-covered thighs you're looking at now are your own. You put your hands on them and notice that they're immaculately manicured. Above your thighs sits a pencil skirt of daring but not unreasonable length, and on your feet are tasteful black heels. Panicking, you press your hand to the front of the skirt and confirm that, yes, you've been rendered entirely female.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice a mirror you hadn't seen before. You turn to look and staring back at you is the epitome of an attractive business woman. Your face is devastatingly attractive, with large brown eyes and full lips. Your hair is dark brown and falls to your shoulders in neat array. You're wearing a black top that hugs your torso tightly and creates a dizzying amount of cleavage from your imposing breasts. A small locket hangs around your neck. You open it and inside is a picture of your sister winking at you, with an engraving to the side which says, "You're welcome! P.S. You can't tell anyone who you actually are, so don't even try."

You sit unmoving, trying and failing to process the situation you've found yourself in. As you sit, a nagging feeling enters your head that you're late for a meeting.

You're a business woman now! Do you go back to work?

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