A Man's Got to Do...

Vicente couldn't believe that this was his new job. Of course ever since the Great Shift it was harder and harder to define unbelievable. Vicente had been a sixty three year old man, nearing his retirement from his job as a concierge at the Luxury Dumont Hotel. He and his wife Carol were planning on moving down to Florida and living their golden years in the warm Boca Raton sun. They had met many years ago when Vicente was a mere bus boy in the hotel's restaurant and Carol was working part time at the front desk to help pay her way through college. At first Carol's parents were not to happy that thier little girl had fallen in love with a mere bus boy but Vicente worked hard and swore to always provide for his wife. Eventually he was supporting Carol so she could go to school full time. Forty years, two children and six grandchildren later Vicente was now one of the most respected Concierge in town and Carol's career was going to wind up with her retiring from her job as principal at one of the most successful public schools on the east coast. The Shift laid all of those plans to waste as it did to many others across the globe. Vicente was about to go home when his vision blackened and he passed out. When he awoke he was certain that he was hallucinating. He was in a young white woman's body! Looking around he was relieved to see that he was in one of the rooms in the Dumont and a look in the mirror told him he now had the body of one of the hotel's many glamorous guests, super model Eileen Wooster. After feeling himself up for a bit, he was sixty three not dead, he began to gather what had happened to him and ninety percent of the population. It took him a few days to track down his family, he had to get his cell phone from the poor young maid who was now in his body, although many had swapped they were all physically safe. Carol was one of the few who hadn't shifted, unfortunately she wasn't able to avoid injury as she was caught in a massive car accident during the first frantic moments of the Shift. Carol was in the Hospital with two broken legs and a broken collar bone when Vicente was able to track her down. She was certainly shocked to see her husbands new body and hear his new Nordic accent. While Carol was recovering Vicente had returned to work at the hotel as the world began to settle down. He had just finished arranging for tickets to a show and dinner for a guest when a cute but chunky woman approached wearing very expensive clothes. "Hello Vicente, I see you are taking good care of my body. Can we go somewhere and talk?" Vicente felt a bit weird meeting the former owner of his body but Eileen was very friendly although he did catch her taking longing looks at him when she thought he wasn't looking. "Vicente, I know about your wife's injuries, and even with insurance the medical bills have to be piling up. I am with a agency called Once Were Men inc. and we are helping men who ended up in the bodies of women who were in show business and modeling take over the contracts signed by the former owners." Vicente listened carefully but was a bit wary, "I don't know about this Eileen, I mean I have no modeling experience." Eileen smiled, "Well first off I would act as your agent and help you learn how to do anything you needed to do. Secondly before you say no take a look at what my current contracts would pay just through the end of year. This number is after my percentage as your agent and former owner of that body." Eileen handed Vicente a piece of paper. Vicente's eye widened in shock, " Madre de Dios! When do we start!!" A few weeks Later and Vicente was touching up his lip gloss as he prepared for his first fashion show modeling Bikini's. He felt nearly naked but he need only look at the picture of him and his beautiful wife to calm his nerves, a few shows would more than pay for Carol's bills and mean that she could retire early to recover from her injuries. so despite feeling a bit silly with his hair up, feet in heels and breasts and ass nearly exposed Vicente thought to himself, " A man's got to do what a man's got to do."