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."

A Word From the Editor

Hi All! been on a hot streak of posts and recently crossed the 200k view marker on 132 posts so figured it was a good time for some quick comments. Thanks to all my readers out there, glad you are enjoying my work! Special thanks to the people who took the extra step and signed up as followers and have been commenting and triple ultra special thanks to Jodie Hyde and Eotten2001 for being my most frequent commenters! Appreciation must all be sent to the good people at Worldoftg.com and TGcomics.com for sending me so much of my traffic and being a great source of TG entertainment. I am having a lot of fun writing these and I'm looking forward to the next 132!!

Fantasy Fulfilled part Two

It was now Warren's turn to help Cliff live the rest of his fantasy. Cliff didn't want to just be in the body of a sexy woman, he wanted to go out in to the world as one, to enjoy the leering looks of men and the jealous looks of other women. Warren was apprehensive for a brief moment but need only close his eyes and remember what Cliff had been willing to do in Alli's body to agree to back his friend up on this adventure. The spell was clear that possessing a person more than once could damage them so using Alli again was out. The possessed person would remember an edited version of the events that occurred while they were being "driven" by some one else, a version that would have them making the decisions to do the things they did, like having sex with a big nerd like Warren, yet not knowing why they did it. Alli's memory of the prior evening was that she ran in to Warren at the library and became overwhelmed with the lust for him, then spending a night of intense passion in which she did things that she had never done before with another man. Alli had a strange feeling about it all though, almost like she had experienced it in the third person. Having to many memories like that could drive a person crazy and they didn't want to harm Alli. Luckily she was a member of a sorority full of sexy girls they could pick from. Cliff picked the curvy brunette body of Meghan and Warren decided that he would feel more comfortable in the cute and petite blond body of Courtney. That night the "girls" attended a strip party, every hour an attendee had to take off one more piece of clothing, and both Cliff and Warren were having a fantastic time. "Wow Cliff, at first I was a little nervous about this but I am having so muuuccchh fun!!!" Warren shouted as he waved around the bottle of tequila he had been taking swigs from all night, "Next time though I want to take over a girl with bigger breasts" Cliff smiled coyly, "Warren my dear friend I am so glad to hear you say that! But you wont have to wait till next time to get your hands on some big breasts. I think tonight "Meghan" and "Courtney" are going to have their first lesbian college experience!" 

Office Romance: The Bourne Identity part Three

David Webb had managed to avoid his fellow agents and get back to the road. He knew there was a small town about five miles away and was prepared for the long near naked hike he was about to make when a Federal Police Jeep pulled up. David had a plan ready if he was picked up, he was going to feign being in shock in combination with amnesia. "Senorita, Senorita are you ok?" they asked, David maintained a wide eyed look on his face as one of the officers put a jacket over his shoulders and hustled him in to the back of their vehicle. Once he was back in Mexico City he was checked out for physical trauma, acting zoned out while they examined him for rape tested his resolve, and questioned about what had happened to him. He stuck to the classic symptoms of his chosen afflictions, and was greatly relieved when he was given a sedative, which he faked taking, and allowed to sleep. In the morning he had  tearful reunion with his new parents, a wealthy good looking couple in their fifties. The mother spoke first, "Honey we are going to help you and love you whether you remember us or not we will always be here for you." David cracked a warm smile, "can you start with my name?" The parents laughed through their tears and this time it was the fathers turn to speak, "Your name is Jessica, Jessica Bourne." David found himself moved by their emotion, "I don't know if I will remember anything from my past but I know that I am so lucky to have you here to help me with my future." Once back in the U.S. David found out from Diane and Curtis, his new parents, that Jessica was a pre med student who was in Mexico for spring break. David thought it was a bit of karma that he would be going in to medicine given all of the lives he had taken in his career. Given her amnesia "Jessica" would have to retest and see what she did and didn't remember.  David's past provided him with an extensive knowledge of human anatomy. In the end he would have to retake only six classes, which was written off as his short term memory having survived better than his long term. He was quickly enjoying being a sexy popular girl and loved all the pampering that came along with it. Living a life of a college student was so different than the life of a government operative. So far he had dated two girls at his school but he found himself checking out boys more and more often. Tonight was going to be his first date with a man and he was nervously looking forward to it. To calm himself he decided to buy a new dress for the occasion when he caught a glimpse of a black van out of the corner of his eye. He dashed in to the store and scanned the street through the window. He would probably live the rest of his life with an eye over his shoulder but it was a small price to pay for the second chance he had taken.

Office Romance: The Bourne Identity part Two

After breaking free of his bonds the only clothes he could find was a G-string and boots. Slipping them on quickly he knew that his best chance for success was to escape and get to the equipment he had stashed nearby as he doubted he would be winning any hand to hand fights right now. He had left it 400 yards from where he had been hit with the long distance transfer device and was relieved that they had not uncovered it. His orders were to either recover the device or make sure it was destroyed. In his equipment was a global transmitter and a laser targeting device. Once the two were activated it would be mere minutes before a pair of F-22 Raptors would be on the scene to turn the whole installation in to a smoking crater. Once he was sure the GPS was working properly and had lazed the target he moved as quickly as he could to a safe distance. he heard the low hum of the fighters coming in and took cover behind a boulder, watching as the explosions flashed in the night sky. Webb felt satisfaction as the people who were planning to torture him and worse were now very much dead. He rested on the rock for a bit, although his new body was in decent condition it was no where near his old standards, he began to contemplate what had happened to him. He always knew that his death was a possible outcome to his career and had come to terms with that long ago but now he was dead and yet he wasn't. He had now given his life for his country and was alive to tell the tale. In his dark down time between assignments he wondered what his life would have been like if he hadn't joined the army and then joined the top secret special forces group he had spent the last ten years of his life serving. That was David Webb's life though, he wasn't David Webb anymore. He didn't know who he was right now, but this body could be a new beginning for him away from killing and espionage. Soon the area would be surrounded with agents and a CIA satellite would be overhead, he would have to answer a lot of questions. If he stuck around. 

Office Romance: The Bourne Identity

The Defense Department was desperate now to hunt down the group that arranged the theft of the consciousness device. A world wide Dragnet had produced several leads and operatives were dispersed to check them out. Operative David Webb had tracked his lead to the deserts of Mexico. He had found a hidden research center that had no registration or permits on file anywhere and was located in a drug cartel infested area. The area was notorious for kidnappings, Webb figured it would be the perfect place to procure human test subjects without arousing suspicion. He was carefully camouflaged and looking for his best point of ingress when suddenly his vision began to swim and everything went black. When Webb came to his head was pounding and he found that he was being suspended in a standing position with his hands behind his back. The material holding him was thin and pliable but he made sure to give no outward appearance of motion till he could figure out his surroundings. Webb had been trained to sense every part of his body and now the sensations he was feeling told him quickly that he was no longer in his body! His years of mental conditioning were the only thing that kept him from freaking out as he registered the large breasts on his chest, the long hair hanging from his head and the moist void between his legs.  As Webb focused on controlling his pulse he heard voices approaching him, a younger man speaking Hungarian with a French accent was mid sentence, "...have to send the Americans a thank you for providing us with the perfect subject for the long range transfer prototype. Now we can see how tough he is in a co-eds body." An older man responded, "His old body was killed with the girl inside it and is being disposed of in Africa, to throw the pigs off our trail. This leap forward in the technology will change the balance of power in the world!" Webb heard all he needed to hear to focus his resolve to finish his mission. They may have taken away his body but they had left him with his most dangerous weapon, his mind.

Office Romance: Tiffany's Aftermath

The hot Miami Sun felt good on Tiffany's new body. It had taken her months to arrange for a safe hand off of her device to the consortium that had paid her to abandon her life and betray her country in one fantastic act of treason. The human mind could only stand two swaps so Tiffany wanted to make sure that she found the perfect body to steal and live out the rest of her life. When she was young and being dragged from violin classes and skipping grades she always found herself envying the beautiful curvy blonds in the neighborhood. Tiffany watched them wield the power of their beauty and manipulate the men and boys around them while she was stuck studying and working hard. Tiffany's "Tiger Mother" would admonish her for her desires to live like a normal girl, "Normal, Why would you want to be Normal? Normal is boring and a waste. Now study more!" Her consciousness swapping device came from her teen age fantasy of switching lives with one of those girls. She would never actually dream of using it though, until the Consortium approached her. The money they were offering her was spectacular but the freedom to live a life of leisure and get out from under the thumb of all of those, her parents and the government, who ran her life for as long as she could remember was to much to resist. After a few close calls with the FBI and the NSA Tiffany made her way to Miami. The Consortium had found the perfect candidate for Tiffany to switch with. Skyler was a gorgeous blond who used her body to get what ever she wanted, she had been promised ten grand to entertain a man who didn't want to be lonely on his first trip to Miami. She figured it would be an easy payday as most visiting business men were whiners who spent most of their time crying about how they couldn't fuck their wives anymore. Skyler had no idea that instead of playing girlfriend for the week she would end up in Hector's stolen body just long enough to be shot dead. Any guilt Tiffany felt for sentencing Skyler to death went away as she brushed out her beautiful blond hair and nestled her large breasts in to her sexy lingerie. It took two body thefts and a murder to do it but Tiffany was finally free to live the live she always wanted.