TFebruary: Body Swap

 

Krystal Summers

I always figured Ms Summers was one of those people that had it all figured out.

As her PA I was a little bit in awe of her seemingly unshakeable self-confidence and effortless competence. Not to mention the fact that she's hot as hell. 

So I was surprised when she told me she'd been thinking about giving it all up.

"John," she said when I voiced my shock at the thought "I don't think you understand how exhausting it is for a woman at my level. I'm constantly walking a knife edge between being seen as weak and alienating everyone by being a bitch. I just wish I could take a good long break but with the new product rollout and the end-of-year reviews, it's just not possible. Unless...?"

She trailed off, the unfinished thought hanging in the air between us.

"Unless what?" I prompted curious as to what she could be hinting at, "Is it something I could help with?"

"As a matter of fact, there is," she beamed, dazzling me with her best let's make a deal smile, "what I really need is someone to cover for me while I take a break. Someone who knows the business almost as well as I do and who can keep things things on track until I'm ready to pick up the reins again..."

"What?" I return her expectant look with one of blank confusion.

"Someone like you John, is what I'm driving at," her smile becoming brittle as I fail to pick up the hint.

"Me," I squeak, "I'm flattered but, I'm too junior. The board would never allow it."

"The board would never have to know," she assured me "You see, I've got this... it's hard to explain maybe it would be better if I showed you?"

She produced a pair of silver headbands from a draw. 

"This one goes here," she placed a band around my temple "and this one is for me." the second band went on her own head. "And then..."

My world went white. I had the sensation of falling and then my eyes snapped open again. 

I found myself sat on the other side of my boss' desk facing my own body.

"What the hell!" I squealed, my voice suddenly too high. 

"Not bad, right?" my double smirked, checking himself out, "Something the boys in RnD have been working on. They didn't think it was ready to leave the lab yet, but I managed to talk them round to letting me borrow it."

I shook my head trying to clear my confusion but all I managed to do was dislodge my glasses and cause my vision to blur. Except I didn't wear glasses, my vision was fine. Krissy wore glasses but I... 

"Oh, no. No no tell me you didn't," I groaned as the truth dawned on me. 

Looking down I saw exactly what I feared, the curvaceous body I'd so often admired in its tight-fitting business wear.

With a soft whimper, I gently squeezed the full breasts that now pushed out from my chest.

"Make yourself at home why don't you." I heard my own voice  laugh.

"No seriously," Krissy in my body said when I snatched my hands away, "if you're going to be me for a while you'll need to be comfortable in my body."

"How long is a while?" I asked my hands wandering back to my borrowed boobs.

Not, no, or forget it, or even I'll think about it and that was the point we both knew I was going to go along with whatever she was going to suggest.

Things have gone better than we could have hoped since that first, awkward exchange. Krissy, is off topping up my tan on some beach, and I've fully adapted to being a woman. Sure, it can be stressful at times, but I've found  a few ways to relax that I never would have thought to try before.

TFebruary prompts via bluesky