Gene Howard frowned as he stared at the numbers dancing on his computer
screen. He pulled his eyes away from the monitor and dug through the stack
of papers on his desk, matching them and double checking them. After the
third time, he knew that it hadn't just been a miscalculation on his part.
There were several discrepancies in the company records. Discrepancies which
could mean that up to 3 million dollars was missing.

 "Damn." Gene muttered, wiping his forehead nervously. There was only one
reason for the discrepancies that he could think of, and as much as he
didn't like to think about it, the fact was that someone was stealing from
the company. Embezzlement. "I'd better double check these again." Gene told
himself, knowing that the results would be the same but wanting to verify
them again anyway.

 As one of the company's accountants, Gene took his job very seriously and
it especially bothered him that he'd missed these errors before. Of course
it was only sheer luck that he'd managed to find the first discrepancy which
led him to the others, but he still blamed himself. He should have found
them before.

 After Gene had gone through the numbers yet another time, he leaned back
in his chair, frowning thoughtfully. A minute later, Gene knew what he had to
do. He bent over and picked up the computer disk that he'd been working on
as well as the papers that verified his findings. Now that the discrepancies
had been verified, it was time to take the proof and report them.

 Gene hurried through the mazelike halls of the company building, stopping
only when he got to a large desk with a heavyset woman behind it. She
looked up and scowled, "Oh, Mr. Howard. Do you have an appointment?"

 "No." Gene told the secretary, glancing at the heavy door off to the side.
"But can you tell Mr. Anderson that it's very urgent."

 "Just a moment." the secretary responded, picking up the phone. After a
moment, she looked up. "He'll see you right away."

 Gene nodded faintly and started towards the door. "Thank you."

 Almost as soon as Gene stepped through the door, he had to fight the urge
to gag. The air was heavy with cigarette smoke and Matthew Anderson, the
executive in charge of Gene's section sat behind the desk with a cigarette
smoldering between his fingers. Gene frowned, hating the stink and
wondering about the executive benefits which allowed Mr. Anderson to declare
his office a smoking area.

 "Gene." Mr. Anderson greeted him, gesturing for him to have a seat. "Sally
told me that you have something urgent."

 Gene nodded and stared at Mr. Anderson for a moment. The man was 6 foot
even and in his early forties, having dark gray hair that was beginning to
go gray around the temples. And of course he was impeccably dressed in a
sharp business suit.

 "It's about this." Gene said, setting the file down on the desk. "I was
going through some of the accounts and found several discrepancies that I
thought I should report.

 Mr. Anderson took a deep drag of his cigarette before putting it down in
the ashtray for a moment. Gene grimaced, trying not to show how much the
horrible smell bothered him.

 "That's right." Mr. Anderson mused, staring at Gene. "You're a nonsmoker.

 "Yes sir." Gene responded quickly and then gave a weak smile. "I can't
stand the smell of the things."

 Shrugging, Mr. Anderson then picked up the folder and flipped through it.
After a minute, he looked at Gene. "If what you say is true, then this is
serious. I'll verify this myself and then take the appropriate actions."
Mr. Anderson paused for a moment, then added, "Please don't say anything
about this to anyone until after I've had a chance to verify it."

 Gene nodded, pleased for a moment. Then after saying goodbye, Gene left
the office and hurried back to his own office. He might have just
identified a major problem but he still had a job to do. Gene sighed to
himself and muttered, "The work of a number cruncher is never finished."

-----

 It was after work and Gene sat on the edge of a barstool, nursing a beer
and watching the ballgame on TV, though not really paying much attention to
it. It had been a rather stressful day at work and Gene hoped that a little
while at the bar with a friend would help him relax.

 Sitting next to Gene at the bar was his closest friend, Alex Green.
However, besides working for the same company, neither of them had much at
all in common except for their mutual love of fly fishing. It was that very
love of fly fishing which had let them to first meet and befriend each other
5 years earlier.

 Whereas Gene was 33 years old, developing a slight paunch and with dark
hair that was just beginning to recede, Alex was 38, athletic and with a
full head of reddish brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard to match. He was
also a scientist of some sort, working in research and development for the
company.

 "God I needed this." Gene muttered, "You have no idea how stressful today
was."

 Alex nodded. "It went all right for me." He left it at that and Gene knew
better than to ask for or expect any details. Alex never talked about his
work, sometimes much to Gene's annoyance. But it was something that he'd
long since grown used to.

 "So," Gene started, "you still going to be able to make it for the fishing
trip next week?" He smiled as he thought about the fly fishing trip that
they'd planned for several weeks.

 "I think so." Alex responded, staring straight at the TV himself. "But
there's a chance that I'll be stuck working on a project."

 Gene sighed and finished the last of his beer. Then turning away from the
TV, he looked at Alex for a moment. "Well," Gene started, "It's getting a
little late and I'd better get going."

 Turning towards Gene for a moment, Alex nodded, "See ya later then. And
take care."

 "Will do." Gene said, hopping off his barstool and heading towards the
door. "You too."

 With that, Gene started the short walk home, smiling pleasantly at the
thought of his upcoming trip. He just wished that he didn't have to go back
to work in the morning instead of taking the trip right away. Unfortunately
though, he still had several expenditure reports to complete.

-----

 Several hours after Gene had arrived at work the next morning, he received
a message that Mr. Anderson wanted to see him. Obviously about the
discrepancies, Gene decided, hesitating only a moment more before he started
towards Mr. Anderson's office. Maybe they'd even found out what... or who had
caused the discrepancies.

 When Gene arrived at Mr. Anderson's office a minute later, he stopped in
front of the empty secretaries desk. He frowned at that, deciding that she
was probably taking notes for Mr. Anderson or helping him with something
else. However, a moment later the door opened up and Mr. Anderson came out.

 "Mr. Howard." Mr. Anderson stated. "I've been going over the information
that you brought to my attention yesterday and I must say that is rather
interesting." Gene nodded and glanced to the empty desk then back at Mr.
Anderson. Mr. Anderson noticed that and chuckled. "I'm afraid that Sally
left the company yesterday, leaving me to find a new secretary." Mr.
Anderson smiled faintly, "But enough about that. I have something that I
need to show you. Follow me."

 "Yes sir." Gene responded, immediately following after Mr. Anderson as he
started down the hall. He wondered what this was all about but kept his
questions to himself for the moment.

 At first Gene was just a little curious as to where Mr. Anderson was
taking him, but with every minute of them walking through the building, his
curiosity increased. They went past the main building towards an area that
Gene had never been before. And before he realized it, they stopped at a
large door that was clearly labeled 'no unauthorized personnel beyond this
point'. There was some sort of control panel off to the side that Mr.
Anderson put his hand against so that the door opened up.

 "This way." Mr. Anderson told him, gesturing for Gene to keep following.
Gene glanced at the door and frowned for a moment before following. He was
near bursting with curiosity.

 As they continued down the new hallway, Gene noticed the doors on both
sides, nearly all of them having some sort of control panel by the side.
None of the doors with the control panels had anything that said what was
inside of them except numbers just off to the side.

 "Normally," Mr. Anderson told them after they had just gone through one of
the locked doors and down another hall, "we don't allow accountants such as
yourself or other office personnel into the research and development wing."
After pausing a moment, Mr. Anderson finished, "You'll see why I've made
this exception in just a few minutes."

 Gene nodded and muttered, "I'm honored." However, he still couldn't stop
wondering why he was there. Was it someone in R&D who had caused the
discrepancies?

 After they finally reached the end of the hall, there was one more door in
front of them. Mr. Anderson opened it and gestured for Gene to go in. As
soon as Gene was through the door, he looked around and gasped. The large
room was filled with expensive looking machines and computers, but what
surprised Gene the most was the man at the other side of the room, wearing a
white lab coat.

 "Alex?" Gene burst out, surprised to see his friend.

 Alex's eyes went wide and he gasped, "Gene? What are you doing here?"

 At that, Mr. Anderson closed the door behind them. "I brought him here to
test the process on."

 "What process?" Gene asked in confusion.

 Then Gene heard a click and gasped to realize that Mr. Anderson had a gun
in his hand, pointing it straight at Gene. He had a cold calculating look in
his eyes that told Gene that he would be quite able to shoot another person.

 "I'm sorry you had to find my savings plan." Mr. Anderson said coldly.
"But not as sorry as you're going to be." Then to Alex, he said, "Put him in the
machine. Modified prototype 109."

 "NO!" Alex gasped, his eyes going wide with horror. "I can't do that to
him."

 Mr. Anderson scowled. "That's not a request." He pointed the gun at Alex
and added, "If you don't, I'll shoot him and then you as well. If you
cooperate, you will both live."

 Alex stared at the very confused Gene for a moment before whispering, "I'm
sorry."

 Then Mr. Anderson gestured for Gene to get into a rectangular cubicle that
was surrounded by high tech machines and tilted at a slight angle. Gene was
terrified as he climbed inside, thinking that it reminded him very much of a
large coffin.

 Still standing there with the gun in his hand, Mr. Anderson explained,
"Your friend here has been working on our most ambitious project. A project
that will revolutionize how people perform their jobs."

 Gene was scared and confused but trying to keep calm and quiet. After all,
Mr. Anderson had said that he'd live through the thing. However, when Alex
came over and gave him an apologetic look while injecting him with something
from a needle, Gene grew even more nervous.

 "What are you doing to me?" Gene demanded furiously, trying to hide his
fear with anger.

 Mr. Anderson just smiled while Alex went to a computer and started
flipping switches. "Dr. Green and his people have developed a process which
allows us to modify humans to perfectly fit specific jobs. We've even developed
several complete biological prototypes." Mr. Anderson grinned at this though
the gun didn't waver away from Gene.

 "Almost ready." Alex said quietly, sounding defeated.

 "For example," Mr. Anderson continued, "we can make someone perfectly fit
for a construction builder by making them taller and more heavily muscled.
Similarly, we can improve a soldier's body, increasing their strength,
speed, reflexes and endurance. Even increasing their aggression and ensuring
that they follow orders."

 Gene cringed inside of the box he was in, knowing with every minute that
this was not good. He looked over at Alex for help but Alex refused to look
at him. Then Gene felt the humming from the machine that seemed to fill his
body.

 Mr. Anderson grinned. "You know, I've been considering what to do with you
since yesterday. Then it came to me while I was working with Sally. She
might be an efficient typist, but she was a far cry from what I really
wanted in a secretary."

 "What's that got to do with me?" Gene asked nervously.

 Still smiling, Mr. Anderson told Alex. "Let's start this. I want prototype
109, modified to my specifications. Set it to use verbal instructions. I
want to make sure that you don't try interfering with my instructions."

 "All right." Alex replied reluctantly. He looked over at Gene shamefully.

 Gene gulped, quickly glancing from Alex to Mr. Anderson. "What's prototype
109?" He finally gathered the courage to ask.

 "I believe that prototype 109 was designed as an experiment by several of
Dr. Green's group." Mr. Anderson stated. "Of course the higher ups who know
about this project don't know about that particular one since it was
something of a... diversion. Prototype 109 was their design for the perfect
prostitute."

 "Prostitute?" Gene gasped weakly, not liking the sound of this at all.

 Mr. Anderson nodded. "Oh yes. But I'm not going to just turn you into a
prostitute. That would be quite wasteful since I will need your other
abilities as well for my secretary." Then to the air, Mr. Anderson ordered,
"Program prototype 109 but change the hair color to brunette."

 "Confirmed." A mechanical voice responded.

 Then, Mr. Anderson added, "Modify the sex drive. Decrease it a bit but
leave it somewhat higher than normal. I'll need my secretary to be able to
concentrate on her other duties as well."

 "Modify prototype 109 sex drive." Alex repeated to the machine. "Decrease
by 20%."

 "Confirmed." the machine responded again.

 "Well?" Mr. Anderson said, "What are you waiting for? Let's get the show
on the road."

 Gene gasped in terror and started to edge forward, hoping that maybe he
could get out while Mr. Anderson was distracted. But suddenly his muscles
froze, no longer responding to his will. As scared as he was before, he
suddenly grew even more so.

 "Stage 1, control over subject's nervous system completed." the mechanical
voice stated. "Ready to begin stage 2."

 Alex avoided looking at Gene. Instead, he stared at the computer console
off to the side and tried to look objective. "Begin..." Alex gulped
visibly and then glanced at Mr. Anderson who still had the gun. "Begin
stage 2. Start the transformation."

 Suddenly the humming around Gene got stronger and seemed to fill his
entire body. He gasped, trying to get away though his body still wouldn't
respond. Then the strange sensations increased and Gene felt his very flesh
beginning to shift. Though he couldn't look down to see what was happening,
Gene felt his pants getting painfully tight at the hips and his shirt grew
tighter across his chest.

 "Remove the clothing." Alex ordered the machine.

 Several seconds later, Gene felt the clothes falling off of his body as if
they had been disintegrated. But as humiliated as he felt from the sudden
lack of clothing, he almost felt relieved at the same time since his chest
and hips were no longer pinched. The slight chill against his skin though
made him want to shiver.

 At the same time, Gene could still feel the changes going on throughout
his body. He began to notice a slight weight forming on his chest while his
crotch started to feel empty. His shoulders tickled, as his hair grew longer
and longer. Several strands of his now much darker and longer hair even
hung down in front of his face.

 Then finally, after what seemed an eternity but was actually less than 2
minutes, the changes seemed to stop. However, Gene was still unable to
move, no matter how hard he tried. He shivered where he stood, feeling
extremely uncomfortable. Extremely odd.

 "Amazing." Mr. Anderson whispered, sounding completely awed. "Simply
amazing. It worked. She's absolutely gorgeous."

 Alex still wouldn't look at Gene though he didn't look nearly as excited
as Mr. Anderson who just continued to stare at Gene for a few more seconds.
Gene tried to scream but his mouth wouldn't cooperate.

 Finally, Mr. Anderson smirked, "I bet that you're wondering what you look
like about now." Mr. Anderson paused then started to look around for a
minute. When he didn't seem to see what he was looking for, he sighed.
"Well, there doesn't seem to be any mirrors so that I can show you, but you
are now a 5 foot 9 brunette with an extremely shapely figure." He smirked
at that.

 Then Alex looked at Gene, a shamed and apologetic look on his face. "I'm
sorry."

 "And of course," Mr. Anderson told Gene, "since they designed your body to
be the perfect prostitute, they added a number of special characteristics."

 Mr. Anderson was silent for a moment before saying, "They made your body
so you're immune to all diseases and rather unappetizing to various body
parasites. You will remain in perfect health, not even having to worry
about getting fat. You are completely female but you still can't get
pregnant." Mr. Anderson paused and looked down before smiling. "They did
something to your feet so that you HAVE to wear high heels if you plan to do
much walking at all."

 Alex stared at the ground at that, looking a little more ashamed while
Gene tried to keep himself calm. He didn't succeed too well though and was
nearly screaming inside. Then he slowly braced himself, having a feeling
from the look on Mr. Anderson's face that it might be even worse.

 "Of course, you're going to be very horny, though not quite the
nymphomaniac that you would be otherwise." Mr. Anderson smirked then looked
at Alex. "I'm not quite sure that I remember the rest of the details."

 Paling badly, Alex forced himself to look at Gene. "Your tongue can
stretch out about 2 inches longer than normal... for oral stimulation." He
looked embarrassed but forced himself to remain calm, glancing over at Mr.
Anderson's gun. Gene just stared at Alex, terrified of hearing the rest but
desperate to know at the same time.

 "Go on." Mr. Anderson chuckled.

 Taking a deep breath, Alex exclaimed, "To be blunt, you will find that
semen will be one of the most delicious things that you've ever
tasted... similarly with female vaginal fluids. You will also be mildly
addicted to semen and your anus will self lubricate when you are aroused."

 "Which will be often." Mr. Anderson added unnecessarily.

 "Is that everything?" Alex asked Mr. Anderson, a hint of venom in his
voice.

 Mr. Anderson frowned and then stared at Gene for a moment more. "Actually
no." He looked over at Alex and said, "If I remember right, you said that
you could do some more things. Reduce the makeup a little and I want you to
make sure that she walks really sexy like. Not like a man."

 Alex sighed and nodded sadly. "I can do that." He looked towards the
machine and stated, "Modify subject's reflexes and mannerisms to data stored
in prototype 109, behavioral subfile 3." He entered something else and then
Alex practically snarled at Mr. Anderson. "Now do you want me to turn her
into your obedient sex slave?"

 Gene choked at that, wondering how Alex could even suggest such a thing.
He tried moving again though his muscles still wouldn't respond. Not even
enough to scream. How could his friend betray him like that? How could Alex
have done that to him? But still being trapped, Gene did the only thing
that he was able to... he cried.

 For a long moment, Mr. Anderson looked thoughtful at that while Alex
looked like he seriously regretted his outburst. "No." Mr. Anderson finally
responded, "I don't think so. It will be much more amusing to leave Mr.
Howard's mind mostly intact."

 With that, Mr. Anderson carefully set his gun off to the side though still
within easy reach. Then he reached into his pocket and lit a cigarette.
After he'd taken a deep drag he stared at Gene for a moment then blew the
smoke right into the helpless Gene's face.

 Suddenly Mr. Anderson chuckled. "But there is something else. I don't want
a secretary who constantly whines about my smoking so I want you to turn her
into a smoker too."

 "Just a moment." Alex sighed, sounding defeated. He glanced nervously
towards the gun but apparently decided that he couldn't possibly reach
either that or Mr. Anderson in time since he turned back to the machines.
After he gave a few quick instructions to the machines, Alex once again
looked at Gene apologetically as he said, "Begin stage 3 adjustments."

 Gene screamed silently as the humming washed through his body again,
though in a somewhat different way than before. This time, Gene developed a
headache and his thoughts got confused for a moment. Then it stopped again
and Gene was finally free to move.

 "Oh God." Gene whispered, hearing a sultry woman's voice. He winced and
nervously stepped out of the chamber... only to fall flat on his face.

 "I'm so sorry." Alex said quietly, giving Gene a hand to his feet. As soon
as Gene was standing, though leaning up against the side of the chamber for
balance, he pushed Alex's hand away, glaring at his former friend. "I
didn't have a choice." Alex protested. Gene already knew that though it
didn't make it any easier to accept.

 Mr. Anderson just went to the machine and ordered, "Lock system to my
code." After the computer stated a 'confirmed', Anderson pulled a key out
of the control panel and slipped it into his pocket. "Just so that you
don't get any ideas." he said with a smirk though Gene barely noticed him.

 Taking a deep breath, Gene looked down and saw the large breasts on his
chest. His large breasts. He shuddered and glanced to the smooth hairless
vagina between his legs then quickly averted his eyes.

 "From now on," Mr. Anderson told Gene coldly, the gun back in his hand,
"you are my secretary. That includes other activities besides typing." With
that, Mr. Anderson put a hand on Gene's breast.

 Gene was so startled that he didn't do anything. Though much to his
embarrassment and humiliation, Gene felt his nipples suddenly get hard. Mr.
Anderson started rubbing gently and Gene couldn't help but moaning slightly.
It felt good. Very good. The moist wetness that he quickly felt between his
legs only seemed to add to that. Horrified at the incredible sensations that
were filling him, Gene tried to back up but couldn't go anywhere. As
strange as the nearly overwhelming sensations and desires that he was
feeling were, Gene had no doubt about what it was that he was feeling.

 "Oh God." Gene moaned again, trying to keep himself under control. He
couldn't believe how horny he was. And even more at the fact that Mr.
Anderson and Alex were both beginning to look attractive. "Please... no."

 Mr. Anderson pulled his hand back for a moment, staring at Gene with lust
in his eyes. He then slipped the gun into his coat and chuckled. "You'll
get used to it my dear."

 "NO!" Gene gasped, clamping himself firmly under control though he was
still very much aroused. "I won't do it. I'll tell the police..."

 "No you won't." Mr. Anderson shook his head. "Do you honestly think that
they will believe you? Of course not. Not even about the missing money"
Gene sagged in defeat, wondering then what was going to happen. "Of
course," Mr., Anderson said, "I will make no effort to stop you if you leave
the building and never return." Gene brightened up at that slightly but Mr.
Anderson quickly continued, "But you have absolutely no legal identity. You
are now a nonperson, unable to get any real job. Between that and your
body's new desires, I doubt that it would be long before you join the
profession for which your body was so perfectly designed for."

 Gene gasped. "No." He stared in wide-eyed horror at Mr. Anderson.

 "If you stay on as my secretary, and remain silent about what you know,"
Mr. Anderson stated calmly, "you will be well paid for that position. I
will supply you with a new identity... easily revocable should you leave.
And..." Mr. Anderson added with a grin, "there is the fact that as long as
you are here, there is always the hope that one day you can be turned back
to normal."

 For a horribly long moment, Gene stared at Mr. Anderson. He couldn't
believe it. Mr. Anderson was actually giving him a choice... though not much
of one. It was either become Mr. Anderson's secretary and sex toy or get
thrown out on the streets with absolutely no money or identity. Gene
frowned, knowing that he wouldn't survive there for very long at all. At
least not without being raped and forced into a position even worse than
what Mr. Anderson was offering. And of course there was the slight chance of
getting back to normal which he couldn't ignore.

 As much as Gene hated himself for it, he dropped his head in defeat and
whispered, "I'll think about it." However, both he and Anderson both knew
that what he really meant was "You win."

 Then Anderson turned towards Alex. "You will not reveal what has happened
here or make any attempt to bring her down here. Should she be seen in the
secure level without MY escort... she will be shot on sight and you with her.
If you try revealing anything to anyone, you would also be revealing your
own part in this. You will not only lose your job but any possibility of
getting another." Anderson paused for a moment, letting it sink it before
finally adding, "And then there is what could happen to her." He left the
threat hanging and Alex nodded defeated acceptance as well.

 Gene watched Anderson and Alex for a minute, feeling extremely
uncomfortable. Partly because of how unfamiliar his body was and partly
because of the fact that his balance was drastically different but was
quickly becoming no problem for him. Then there was the question of his
future. The very thought of it made him shudder... even if some tiny part
almost seemed to get excited.

 Then Gene glanced down at himself, becoming aware that his feet were
starting to feel a little uncomfortable. When he stretched to stand on his
tip toes for a moment, the discomfort eased a little. Unfortunately though,
he wasn't able to stay that way. Gene winced, trying not to think about
what Mr. Anderson had told him, not just about needing high heels but about
everything else. He didn't want to face that... he couldn't face it.

 Finally, Anderson ordered Alex, "Go get her some clothes. I left some in
storage room B3."

 Alex glanced at Mr. Anderson and then Gene, looking extremely
uncomfortable but he nodded and left to do as he was told, knowing that he was
in far too deep to do anything else.

 Once Alex was gone, Anderson took a final drag from his cigarette before
dropping it to the floor and stepping on it. Then he reached out and grabbed
Gene, surprising him as he pulled the former man in close for a kiss. At
first, Gene tried to struggle, to pull away. However, he quickly discovered
that he was far weaker than before... and far too aroused. As much as Gene
hated and was ashamed by it, he wanted Anderson...badly. Without any
conscious decision, he found himself kissing Anderson deeply and
passionately.

 After a moment, Anderson pulled back and Gene gasped, stepping back
himself when he realized what he'd just been doing. Doing and enjoying. "I see
that your body has already shown you who's boss." Mr. Anderson stated with a
slight chuckle. "Very good."

 "I'm back." Alex interrupted, coming back into to the lab with a cardboard
box in his hands. He set it down and scowled at Mr. Anderson before
nervously glancing at Gene and stepping back. Then Alex stared at the
floor, looking deeply ashamed.

 "Get dressed." Mr. Anderson ordered Gene.

 With a nervous nod, Gene quickly dove into the box and pulled out the
clothes. There were about 3 sets. One which would be suitable for a
secretary... though just barely. Both of the others were a little more
revealing and more suitable for clubbing.

 After a minute, Gene found that there weren't any panties in the box and
scowled at Anderson who just told him that he didn't want his secretary to
wear panties. At least not at work. Growling to himself, Gene silently
slipped on the stockings and short skirt, then with Alex's help, the bra and
revealing shirt.

 Finally came the stiletto-heeled shoes that made Gene wince just looking
at them. Sadly though, they were the only shoes in the box and Gene didn't have
any other choice. He slipped them on and pulled the straps tight then
hesitantly got to his feet.

 "Oh lord." Alex whispered uncomfortably.

 Gene just stared down and cautiously took a step. His feet didn't feel at
all uncomfortable anymore. They felt much better in the 4-inch heels than
when he had been standing there barefooted.

 Taking another step, Gene muttered, "Shit." The shoes not only felt
extremely comfortable on his feet, but were also extremely easy to walk in
as well. He didn't have the slightest problem with balancing or walking in
them like he would have expected. Then he winced to remember what Anderson
wanting it so that he would 'walk real sexy like'. As he slowly walked
across the lab and back, Gene knew that he had no choice in that. Every step
was naturally fluid, graceful and femininely sexy. Gene couldn't help it.
It was the only way that he could walk.

 After several minutes of this, Mr. Anderson said, "Time is up. We're
going." He glanced back at Alex and then gestured for Gene to leave. Gene
glanced back at Alex as well, disgusted at how attractive his friend was
beginning to look, then he quickly followed Mr. Anderson out.

 Once Gene and Anderson had gone through the small maze and left the secure
area, Mr. Anderson turned to Gene and smirked. "You can go home for the rest
of the day to get used to the new you and think about your new job. After
you start, I won't accept a resignation very easily." His eyes narrowed at
that and he gave Gene a piercing look. "If you are here tomorrow, I'll have
your new identification papers waiting. If not..." Anderson shrugged.

 "You bastard." Gene muttered, too scared, confused and in shock to put
much anger behind it at the moment. But one thing that he knew, he hated Mr.
Anderson.

 As Gene started to walk towards the main exit, leaving Mr. Anderson
behind, he heard Mr. Anderson laugh. "Now I'll soon have the perfect secretary."

 Gene stepped into the parking lot, nervously glancing around him. Several
men had given him very appreciative looks while he was still in the building
and Gene wasn't sure how to handle that, much less how to handle himself in
public. It was made even worse by the fact that he had found several of
those men attractive as well, much to his disgust.

 "I'm a guy, God damn it." Gene told himself forcefully though the sultry
voice sounded nothing like a guy's. As much as he hated to admit it, he
knew that he certainly didn't look like one at the moment either. "Just get
to your car and go." Gene directed himself, hurrying towards where he'd
parked earlier and trying not to pay attention to the way his hips swung or
his chest jiggled.

 The parking lot, which normally seemed much too small for once, seemed to
stretch forever. Ever foot that Gene walked reminded him even more of his
drastically changed body. He couldn't help but walking with a sexy sway to
his hips, especially with the stiletto heels which were remarkably easy for
him to move in. The only good thing that Gene could think of was that there
were actually very few other people in the parking lot at the moment.

 When Gene finally arrived where he'd parked his car that morning, he
automatically reached towards his pocket for his keys, only to remember that
he no longer even had pants much less the pockets.

 "Shit!" Gene exclaimed furiously, remembering also that his keys had been
left back in the lab, along with his wallet. All of his identification,
credit cards and money. "Shit!" he exclaimed again.

 For a long moment, Gene just glared at the car furiously, almost as if it
was the cars fault that he no longer had either his keys or even his own
body. Then Gene almost smiled for a moment when he remembered the spare key.
The one in the small magnetic box, hidden under the car, just behind the
rear license plate. With a sigh of relief, Gene retrieved the key and
started to unlock the door.

 Then Gene froze, staring at his fingernails. They were long, slightly
pointed and looked perfectly manicured. They were also all a dark red.
That left Gene confused, wondering how his nails could have been polished at
the same time his body had changed. He didn't understand how his body had
changed, but still, the polish seemed like a strange addition. Gene had
noticed his long nails and the polish on them earlier while getting dressed,
but he hadn't really paid them any attention at the time.

 Shaking his head, Gene winced at the feel of the long hair behind him then
finished opening the door and climbing into the car. After he'd adjusted
the seat, Gene just sat there for a moment before finally pulling out of the
parking lot and heading towards home. He quickly found that working the
pedals with the high heels on was not as easy as he would have hoped, but he
managed enough to drive home.

 Once Gene had arrived at his home and let himself in with the spare key
hidden under a rock in the garden, he quickly slammed the door shut behind
him and sighed in relief. At least in relief that no one was staring at him
anymore. Even when he'd been inside the car driving back, he had felt
people's eyes watching him almost all the time. But for the moment, he was
free of men's lust filled stares.

 "Why me?" Gene asked himself, dropping the small bag with the two sets of
spare clothes he'd been given to the floor. "What did I ever do to deserve
this?" Gene grabbed at his breasts and grimaced in shame, tears coming down
his cheeks. "Oh God... why me?"

 After several minutes, Gene calmed down a little. He grimaced and stared
down at himself, trying to keep from panicking the way he wanted to. To
keep from curling into a ball on the floor and screaming until he went
hoarse.

 Finally, Gene grabbed at the mounds on his chest and gulped. "I... I'll
have to look at myself sooner or later." he muttered. He didn't really like the
idea, but he was also undeniably curious as to what he now looked like.

 Taking a deep breath, Gene braced himself and started to get undressed.
His shoes were dropped to the side with the stockings, skirt and shirt
quickly following. A moment later, the lacy black bra that Gene had been
wearing was draped over the arm of his couch and he stood there completely
naked though still trying not to look at himself.

 "Come on." Gene told himself, "Just do it."

 With that, Gene looked down at his impressive looking chest and then
further down to his much thinner than normal waist. From there, he hesitated
a moment before staring at the space a little lower where his penis had
resided just a short time earlier. Now there was the smooth hairless pubic
mound with the very feminine slit.

 Gulping, Gene whispered, "Oh shit." Then taking another deep breath, Gene
straightened up, telling himself to "Take it like a man." But a moment
later, he couldn't help adding, "That's easy for you to say."

 Realizing that he still needed to see what the rest of him looked like,
Gene hesitantly started towards the bathroom... or specifically, the full-
length mirror on the bathroom door. When Gene got to the bathroom, he
stopped in front of the door and stared at the reflection for a long moment,
his mouth dropped open in amazement.

 "No way." Gene whispered, knowing that it was real but hardly able to
believe it. If it wasn't for the weight on his chest and the absence in his
crotch, he would have suspected that he was just imagining things.

 The woman in the mirror was undeniably gorgeous, with a face and body that
practically screamed sex. She had long brunette hair, dark green eyes and
full pouty lips that looked as if they were made for either kissing
or... cocksucking. The thought made Gene pale, especially when he remembered
what Alex had told him.

 "Never!" Gene told himself firmly.

 Then Gene stared as his generous but firm breasts with the rather large
nipples. He wasn't much of an expert, but he guessed that he had to be at
least a DD... quite possibly larger. They... as well as every other inch of
his body clearly announced what it had originally been designed for.

 Trying to remain as calm and distant as he possibly could, Gene continued
to examine his body. He slowly ran his hands over his smooth skin, noticing
that he didn't seem to have a single hair anywhere on his body anywhere
beneath his neck. At the same time though, Gene quickly realized that he
was definitely turning himself on. Not that it was too surprising since he
had such a gorgeous woman standing in front of him, even if it was himself.

 "Just great." Gene grumbled, staring admiringly at the sexy woman. "I
finally get to feel up a babe without worrying about sexual harassment
charges." He only wished that it wasn't himself that he was feeling up.
Even if it did feel pretty good. Pretty damn good.

 Pulling his hands away from his erect nipples, Gene tried to take his mind
off of how horny he was making himself. For a moment, Gene stared at his
face, trying to convince himself that it was now his... hopefully only
temporarily, but not with much success. Opening his mouth and saying "Ah."
Gene stared at his teeth and throat, only to remember what they had told him
about his tongue. Curious about that, Gene stuck his tongue out as far as he
could, surprising himself with just how far out it came compared to normal.
He wiggled it around a bit, finding the feeling of having a long tongue a
little odd.

 "Weird." Gene muttered, blushing when he remembered what the long tongue
was for. But at the same time, he couldn't help but wondering what it would
be like to try it out on some sexy woman.

 Then as Gene started at his face, it suddenly dawned on him that he was
wearing makeup too. Even dark red lipstick that matched his nail polish. He
winced, wondering how the hell they'd stuck him with that stuff. Quickly
deciding that it was embarrassing enough as it was, Gene turned to the sink,
grabbing the wash cloth and soap, determined to at least get rid of that
much. However, after several minutes of scrubbing, Gene stared at the
mirror, seeing that the makeup still looked completely untouched.

 "Damn it!" He growled, giving up on the idea. "It's like it's all tattooed
on." Gene guessed that it must be another one of those strange
modifications and wondered what other surprises he had to look forward to
that they hadn't told him about.

 Frowning, Gene tried not to think about how uncomfortable he was, not to
mention how horny. Even his feet were feeling uncomfortable again, but that
didn't matter much compared the sensitive ache in his nipples and crotch.
He decided that it definitely wasn't easy being turned on by his own
body... or at least what they'd made his body into.

 Gene tore himself away from the mirror, trying to keep from playing with
his nipples or his moist crotch. He was extremely tempted to do so, to
masturbate and see what a female orgasm was like. However, Gene wasn't
quite ready for that just yet. No matter how good it felt already.

 After returning to the living room, Gene sat on his couch, still
completely naked. He did feel at least a little better for not being on his
feet, though he would have much rather been in his own body. Leaning backward,
Gene slowly ran his hands over his skin, still examining his body though
trying to remain a little more controlled about it. Gene continued with his
careful self examination as well as mindlessly staring at himself for well
over an hour.

 When Gene finally decided that he'd had enough and got off the couch, he
started to aimlessly wander around his house for awhile. However, it didn't
take long before Gene's feet once again started to feel uncomfortable.

 "Damn feet." Gene grumbled to himself as he started putting his clothes
back on, deciding that he'd seen more than enough of himself. Then he
silently added several more curses on Mr. Anderson while putting his shoes
back on. "At least now I can walk without my damn feet hurting."

 Then trying to take his mind off of Anderson and what Anderson wanted of
him, Gene decided that he had to get out of the house. Maybe a walk would
help clear his mind so that he could decide what to do. After all, Gene had
no intention of becoming Anderson's secretary if there was any possible
chance to avoid it.

 A minute later, after Gene had grabbed his stash of emergency money, he
left his house again, this time walking on foot, hoping... praying that there
was some way out of his mess. Some way for him to get back to normal. There
had to be one. Somehow.

 As Gene walked down the street, he became aware of the way people were
looking at him, particularly the men that he passed. He blushed,
embarrassed at the stares and even more embarrassed when he caught himself
thinking that many of those men were attractive. As soon as Gene realized
what he was thinking, he turned bright red, unable to deny that he was
finding men attractive now. And not all of them very handsome either.

 "Damn them." he growled, suddenly furious, remembering that he'd also
found men attractive at the company. "What the hell did they do to me?"

 But Gene already knew the answer. Whatever it was that they'd done to his
mind so that he'd walk like a woman... was also the same thing that thing
that they'd done to make him like men... whether he wanted to or not. After
all, Gene thought to himself with a sneer, the perfect prostitute would not
only have to be attracted to men... but not very discriminating either.

 Trying not to think about that anymore, Gene focused on just walking own
the street. However, it wasn't easy, especially with the new sensations from
his own body which acted as a constant reminder.

 A few minutes later, Gene stopped in front of a corner store, frowning for
a moment as he considered whether to go in or not. There wasn't really
anything that he needed, though that didn't mean that he couldn't at least
go in. Then he looked down at the large breasts on his chest and sighed,
wondering if he would ever get used to those. He hoped not.

 While Gene was standing there, he noticed that there were two young men,
leaning up against the wall just a few feet from the door. They were both
smoking and laughing, though their laughter stopped as soon as they saw
Gene.

 "Wow." one of the men whispered, staring straight at Gene's chest.

 The other one forced a smile though he still looked embarrassed.
"Um.... hi."

 Gene hesitated for a moment, watching the two men and trying not to think
about how attractive they looked to him. Or how hard his nipples were at
the moment. Finally, he blushed slightly and responded, "Hi."

 Then as Gene started to move towards the door, he glanced at the cloud of
smoke that was coming from the two men. Breathing in, he was surprised at
just how nice it smelled. Normally he couldn't stand the smell of cigarette
smoke, coughing and gagging with just a little bit of it. But now, Gene
absently took a deeper breath before going inside.

 "Anderson." Gene muttered to himself quietly after he was away from the
cloud of smoke.

 He frowned, remembering that Anderson had wanted him to be a smoker. But
that was ridiculous, Gene thought to himself. You couldn't just flip a
switch and make someone into a smoker, could you? However, as Gene thought
about his new mannerisms and attraction to men, he wasn't sure about that
anymore. Especially not when his eyes kept going towards the cigarette rack
while having a growing urge.

 Finally, after Gene had walked through the store and was about to leave,
he suddenly stopped and turned back towards the counter, a strong temptation
inside of him. He stared at the cigarette rack again, wondering if he should
keep fighting his new programming, or just go along with it for now and save
his strength. He thought about the other changes they'd made to him and
strongly suspected that it would be rather useless to keep fighting it.
However, it was Gene's pride and stubborn determination that won out.
Turning around, Gene left the store without looking back, heading back
towards his house.

-----

 Gene suddenly sat up on his couch, woken from his nap by the doorbell
ringing. For a moment, Gene grabbed at his chest and crotch, grimacing as
he realized that it hadn't been a dream. That it hadn't been a nightmare.

 Then climbing off the couch and slipping his high heels back on, Gene
impatiently snapped out, "Hold your horses." Then he grimaced again,
wondering how he was going to explain himself to whomever was there.

 When Gene got to the door a moment later, he peaked through the peephole
and let out a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Alex. He paused for a
moment, stepping away from the door, feeling mixed emotions. Gene wasn't
sure to be relieved that it was Alex or pissed off. After all, it was Alex's
fault that he'd been changed. Then Gene decided that he could decide that
later and opened the door.

 "Gene?" Alex asked nervously, stepping inside, looking extremely guilty.
"God... I'm so sorry. I didn't want to..."

 "I know." Gene responded, unable to bring himself to look Alex in the
eyes.

 They both silently sat down in the living room, Gene on the couch and Alex
on the recliner a short distance away. Neither said a word and avoided even
looking at each other.

 Finally, Gene quietly asked, "Can you change me back?" He tried to keep
the tears from his eyes or the quiver of rear from his voice.

 "I... I don't know." Alex admitted, scratching at his beard. "I don't
think so. At least not back to the old you... but..." Alex scratched at his
beard and started intently at Gene. "If we can both get back into the lab, then
I could probably at least change you to a different prototype."

 Gene gulped then asked, "Why can't you turn me back to normal?" He glared
at his friend.

 "The process is complicated." Alex admitted quietly. "We can only change
things according to the program. To the prototypes that we've already
developed and your old self was never made into a program." Then taking a
deep breath, Alex said, "It was never intended for this. Not for this." He
shook his head and stared at Gene, a guilty expression in his eyes.
"Originally, it was meant to help the sick and injured or perform simple
cosmetic surgery. However, the programs were too complex... too powerful.
It couldn't handle making those small changes. Not unless the subject's
entire body was stored in the memory, and the scanners couldn't take up that
much. The only thing we could do was load changes according to preprogrammed
prototypes."

 "Why this?" Gene snapped, gesturing down at himself. "Why turn me into a
hooker?" He spat it out furiously.

 Alex stared at the ground uncomfortably. "Once we found that it wasn't
practical for cosmetic surgery, we realized that we could use it for other
things. To be able to adapt people to environments or occupations. To
maybe even help colonize other planets by letting us adapt to the
environments." Alex looked up and sighed. "When we were creating some of
the prototypes, we made some just as an exercise. They weren't supposed to
be used. Most were even failures." Then Alex whispered, "Just like yours."

 For a moment, Gene just stared at Alex. "Well how the hell am I going to
get back to normal?" He grabbed his breasts and yelled, "I don't wanna have
tits like this for the rest of my life!"

 Alex winced at that. "We have to get into the lab and Anderson's taken
precautions against that. My access is a little more limited than before
and there's no way we can get you in there. At least not yet." Alex took a
deep breath and looked Gene in the eyes. "There is no way I can change you
at all without that equipment."

 "Oh God." Gene whispered, already having suspected that much but still not
liking the confirmation. "But what can I do?" As Gene asked that, he
stared at Alex, trying not to show that he was beginning to get turned on
again.

 For a long moment, Alex just stared at Gene with a scowl on his face. "You
have to play along." He paused, looking extremely pained, "I know how bad
that is... but it's the only way that you have any chance at all. He has an
even bigger hold on both of us than you realize."

 "Shit!" Gene snarled, hating the idea. But he had already guessed that
there wasn't any other choice. None. And if Alex couldn't help him, Gene
didn't think that anyone could.

 "I'm sorry." Alex apologized again, staring at the ground sadly.

 Gene stood up, trying not to stare at the bulge in the front of Alex's
pants. As embarrassing as it was for him to admit, even to himself, he knew
exactly how Alex felt at the moment. Thanks to the rewiring they'd done to
his sexual preferences.

 "You won't be able to stay here you know." Alex told Gene quietly. "Your
neighbors would get suspicious."

 "I know." Gene responded quietly, though it was the first time that he'd
considered that problem. At the moment, he already had more problems than he
could handle. But still, he knew that he would have to figure something
out. Probably after getting his new identification papers from Anderson.
The thought made him feel a little ill.

 Gene walked around the room for a couple minutes while they talked and
then finally sat back down. He absently crossed his legs in a very feminine
manner and smiled sexily at Alex, obviously making his friend a little
uncomfortable. Gene just chuckled at that, beginning to find it amusing how
easily he could do that with so little effort.

 After Gene had been talking with Alex for a while longer, he tore his eyes
away from Alex, no longer able to deny how attracted he was becoming to his
friend. Gene reminded himself that it was just his new programming, but
that didn't change the fact that Alex was really turning him on.

 "Are you all right?" Alex asked, frowning slightly as he looked at Gene.

 Nodding, Gene forced a smile as he stared at Alex. "I'm fine..." Gene
responded quietly.

 But as Gene looked away from Alex, he thought about what his new job as
Anderson's secretary was going to entail. The thought made him somewhat ill
since he knew that Anderson wouldn't take it easy on him. The only chance
that he possibly had to at least become a guy again was to first become Mr.
Anderson's... slut. Then Gene looked back at Alex, staring at him silently
for a moment before finally coming to a decision. If he was going to be
forced to have sex with men, he would be damned if Anderson would be his
first. Gene became determined that the first time at least was going to be
his decision. It was the only control that he had over his life at all.

 "Um... Alex..." Gene began licking his lips and shifting position to show
Alex a better view of his cleavage. He felt somewhat embarrassed by the
fact that he was trying to seduce his best friend, but not nearly as much as
he would have expected. "Can you do me a favor?"

 "Anything." Alex quickly responded, leaning forward.

 Gene took a deep breath before spurting out, "Kiss me."

 "WHAT?" Alex jumped to his feet in surprise.

 Blushing, Gene stood up as well, looking down at his feet and trying to
think of what to say. Finally, he looked back up, noticing the prominent
bulge that was still in Alex's pants. "Kiss me." Gene told him, this time
more of an order than a request. "Please."

 "But..." Alex stepped back or at least tried to with the chair in the way.
"You're a guy... I mean, you're my best friend..."

 "Do I look like a guy?" Gene spat out, stepping closer to Alex and looking
up at his friend. "You and Anderson made damn sure of that I wasn't." He
took a deep breath and in a quieter voice continued with tears beginning to
form, "You know what that bastard wants to do with me. I... I won't have any
choice in that and if I'm going to have to have sex as a woman... I don't
want my first time to be with him." Gene wiped a tear from his cheek and
stared straight into Alex's eyes. "I want it to be with someone that I care
about."

 Alex stared at Gene for a moment, obviously stunned. "But..."

 "Whatever you did to my mind," Gene whispered, still a little embarrassed,
"you made it so that I'm... attracted to you. Very."

 "Shit." Alex's eyes went wide.

 Then before Alex could protest any more, Gene threw himself against Alex,
grabbing him close for a kiss. At that moment, most of Gene's guilt and
embarrassment faded away, leaving his hormones in control. Alex only
protested for half a second before he gave into the sexy woman that
obviously wanted him.

 A minute later, Gene and Alex had stumbled to the couch, both already only
half dressed. Gene moaned as Alex started kissing and manipulating his
nipples then moaned much louder as he felt Alex's fingers penetrate his hot
and eager lips.

 "Oh God." Gene whispered, kissing Alex passionately. He moaned again,
feeling the sexual tension quickly building towards orgasm. It felt so
strong... so good. Then with Alex's manipulation, Gene exploded into
orgasm. Waves of intense pleasure washed through him, more than any that
he'd ever felt before. "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God."

 Alex pulled his fingers out and Gene just collapsed back against the couch
for a moment, trying to soak up the intense pleasure that he still felt. He
was completely amazed at the sensations and even more so by the fact that
his body was still revving to go, hungry for more.

 Then licking his lips, Gene slipped his own fingers down between his legs,
letting two of them go inside of him for a moment before bringing them up to
his face. Gene then sniffed his fingers for a moment before licking them.
"Mmmm." he sighed, "Tasty." Gene licked his lips again, deciding that he
was rather tasty.

 After pulling his fingers away, Gene's eyes went Alex once again,
particularly the prominent bulge in his shorts. Gene smiled, feeling a
slight need inside of him as he grabbed for Alex's shorts and pulled them
down. Then Gene stopped for a moment, staring at Alex's cock. He couldn't
believe what he was thinking...what he was going to do. But without any
further hesitation, Gene bent down and started licking.

 "Oh... that feels good." Alex groaned.

 Gene just continued to lick at Alex's cock and balls, using the extra
length of his tongue to fullest advantage. As he gave his full
administration, a deep part of Gene screamed that what he was doing was
wrong. That he should be ashamed and humiliated at doing it. And though a
small part of him was, that part was drowned out by the fully functional
female body and hormones that currently directed Gene.

 A moment later, Gene took Alex's whole organ down his throat, swallowing
it all with an ease that amazed him. Obviously, Gene realized absently, even
his gag reflex had been removed as part of the programming. However, at the
moment he was far too busy to put much thought into that.

 After several minutes of this, Gene suddenly felt a burst of warm salty
fluid filling his mouth and throat, just as Alex began to pull himself out.
The warm cum filled Gene's mouth and spilled out onto his chin, dripping
down onto his breasts. For a moment, Gene just stood there frozen,
surprised at his own actions and even more so how great the warm cum tasted
in his mouth. It was absolutely delicious. Gene swallowed it all, moaning
slightly in delight. He stared at Alex in amazement, absently licking the
taste from his lips.

 "That's good." Gene whispered, wiping at the spilled cum on his chin and
breasts then licking that up as well. He sighed, absolutely loving it. He
couldn't believe how good the stuff tasted, never imagining that it could be
so good. It had to be the most delicious thing that Gene had ever tasted.
"God that's good."

 Then Gene blinked, staring at Alex with a renewed grin. He moved closer to
his friend and spread his legs a bit before demanding, "Take me."

 Alex just stared at Gene for a moment, not making a move though he
obviously wanted to. "I..."

 "Common Alex, " Gene demanded, "Fuck me... God I want it... now."

 For a moment, Alex started to position himself, much to Gene's delight,
when suddenly Alex pulled back. "I can't." Alex gulped, getting off the
couch and stepping back.

 "WHAT?" Gene demanded, jumping to his feet in confusion. "What do you
mean? I need it. I'm so horny..." Gene furiously fingered his breast with
one hand and his vagina with the other.

 Shaking his head, Alex stepped back again, a haunted look in his eyes. "I
can't. God I'm sorry Gene... I can't." Then with that, Alex fumbled with
his pants, pulling them back up as he rushed towards the front door. Before
Gene could do anything, Alex was already gone.

 Gene stared at the door for a moment, furious. "DAMN HIM!" Gene screamed,
frantically going at himself. He needed release and cursed Alex as he
returned to the couch to finish the job himself. As he did so, Gene thought
that he could almost imagine looking forward to the next day. However, he
was quickly too busy for such thoughts as his body's needs demanded urgent
attention.

 In the morning, Gene stood silently in front of the door to Mr. Anderson's
office, his hand frozen as he hesitated to knock. He frowned, remembering
that he'd already spent over half an hour earlier that morning, staring at
himself in front of the mirror as he reconsidered his decision. He knew
very well what it would mean to become Anderson's secretary...but the
results of not doing so could very likely be even worse. In the end, Gene
knew that he didn't really have any choice. So taking a deep breath, Gene
finally knocked on the office door.

 A minute later, the office door swung open and Mr. Anderson stepped out,
staring at Gene with a smug appraising look. "Good." he told Gene,
gesturing for Gene to go inside. Once inside and with the door closed,
Anderson stared at Gene for a moment then tapped a folder on the edge of his
desk. "Your new identity."

 Without a word, Gene blushed brightly and picked up the folder, quickly
looking inside. It had a drivers license and a few other papers, but Gene
didn't miss the fact that there wasn't a birth certificate or any of the
other papers that would be needed to prove he really existed. He grimaced,
remembering what Anderson had previously said about the identity easily
being revoked.

 "Ashley S. Summers." Gene read the name off the drivers license, glancing
questioningly at Anderson.

 "What?" Anderson demanded, "Did you think that I would have given you
papers for Gina Howard?" He snorted at that, scowling at Gene who just
stared at the floor, having half expected just that. Then he stared at his
drivers license again and winced when he realized what his new initials
spelled out.

 "Now Ashley..." Anderson started with a sneer, "it's time for you to start
your new duties." He smirked and grabbed one of Gene's breasts."

 Gene gasped and instinctively tried to step backwards but Anderson didn't
let him. Without another word, Anderson pulled Gene to him then forcefully
kissed him. It was all Gene could do to keep from fighting back, at least
until his own body started to respond to his employers touch. He hated
himself for doing so and for being turned on as he kissed Anderson back.

 After several minutes of kissing and fondling Gene, Anderson had unzipped
his pants then simply said, "Suck me baby."

 For a long moment, Gene just stared at the average sized cock that was
firmly displayed in front of him. Thoughts of Alex and the night before
flashed through his mind at rapid speed and before Gene realized it, he was
salivating and licking his lips... hungry for that delicious taste again.
Without any further hesitation, Gene got down and eagerly went to work.

 A short while later, Anderson had emptied his load and Gene had swallowed
every bit of it. Then, while Anderson pulled his pants back up, Gene leaned
back against the desk, staring at the wall, amazed at just how little shame
he actually felt from his actions. He would have expected to feel a lot
more so. A lot more disgusted and guilty than he did. But while those
emotions were still present, they were much, much weaker than they should
have been under the circumstances.

 Once Anderson had finished getting his pants back up and buckled, he
smiled triumphantly towards Gene then absently reached for the pack of
cigarettes on his desk. A moment later, he had lit a cigarette and blew a stream
of smoke, straight at Gene. "Not bad." Anderson added, taking another drag.

 Gene stayed where he was on the floor, his nostrils filled with the sweet
scent of the cigarette smoke. The urge to have one that he'd felt since the
day before returned, but much stronger. Gene nearly shook while he stared
at Anderson, or more specifically, the smoldering cigarette between his
fingers. That was what Gene wanted. No, he corrected himself mentally, that
was what he needed.

 Taking a deep breath, Gene hesitantly asked, "May I... can I have one?" He
looked down at the floor for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed, then
back up at Anderson hopefully.

 Anderson stared at Gene in surprise, then gasped, "I'd almost forgotten
about that. You mean you haven't started yet?" He shook his head then
offered a cigarette to Gene who quickly accepted it.

 For a brief moment, Gene just held the cigarette between his fingers,
staring at it. He clearly remembered his previous dislike of them, but at
the moment that seemed unimportant. Without any further hesitation, Gene
put one end between his lips then leaned forward to light the other with the
flame that Anderson offered from his lighter. As Gene drew in, the warm
smoke filled his mouth and lungs, both tasting and feeling very pleasant as
it went down. Gene nearly moaned as he blew the smoke back out. It was
divine. It was better than he'd ever imagined and with that one puff, Gene
knew without a doubt that he was now a confirmed smoker, just like Anderson
had intended.

 "Thank you." Gene forced himself to say, blowing a long satisfying stream
of smoke out overhead. He glanced to the cigarette between his fingers which
now almost seemed to belong there. Obviously another part of the
alterations. Then Gene got to his feet and watched Anderson warily.

 Mr. Anderson reached over and pulled several folders off of his desk and
then handed them to Gene. "Here. I need these papers typed up for me ASAP."
And with that, he moved to his chair. When Gene just stared at him for a
moment, Anderson snapped, "MOVE."

 "Yes... sir." Gene practically growled back, taking the folders that
Anderson had just given him as well as his new identification papers towards
the door. Towards the desk on the other side that had been occupied by that
Sally girl just the day before. His desk now, he reminded himself, knowing
that it was time to start the less distasteful part of his new duties.

-----

 Gene leaned back in his chair and sighed, rubbing at his eyes for a
moment. He'd spent the last several hours typing up all the papers Anderson had
given him and then redoing them when Anderson had changed his mind. Then
there were the 3 letters that he'd had to type and the chewing out that he'd
gotten from several people who had called wanting to talk to Mr. Anderson
when he didn't want to deal with them.

 "God I hate this." Gene grumbled, silently cursing both Anderson and Alex.

 Glancing to the clock on the bottom of his computer, Gene sighed and stood
up. After adjusting his skirt, he started towards the break area, absently
hoping that there was someone there that he could borrow a cigarette off of,
just as he had for his previous break. He'd already had to borrow another
one from Anderson and knew that he would soon have to buy some of his own.

 Several minutes later, Gene was in the buildings only smokers break area,
smiling slightly to himself when he saw a rather attractive blonde woman
sitting at the table, a cigarette smoldering between her fingers. She looked
to be in her late twenties or even early thirties and Gene was sure that
he'd seen her around the building before, though he had no real idea what
her name was or where she worked.

 "Hi." Gene interrupted the woman, feeling a little embarrassed as he moved
towards her. "Could I possibly get a cigarette from you?" Gene asked her,
trying not to show how nervous he felt.

 "Sure." the woman answered after a moment, gesturing to her pack on the
table. "I'm Darlene."

 "Ashley." Gene answered, taking a cigarette from the pack and then
lighting it. As he took a deep drag, he couldn't help thinking about how nice
that was or even for a brief moment that he should have started smoking a long
time earlier.

 Darlene nodded, taking a drag from her own cigarette. "Ran out of smokes?"

 "Yeah." Gene agreed, knowing that it was certainly a more believable
explanation than that he had just started several hours earlier.

 With a faint chuckle, Darlene mused, "I've thought about quitting." She
shrugged, "You know, that whole cancer thing we have to worry about."

 Gene nodded, blowing smoke out overhead and staring at it silently while
he thought about what Darlene had said. Cancer. That was something that he'd
have to worry about now that Anderson had turned him into a smoker. Then
suddenly it dawned on Gene that he didn't have to. He didn't have to worry
about cancer, emphysema or any of those other health problems that could
come with smoking. Not after what Alex had told him about the other changes
they'd made in his body, making him immune to just about all diseases.

 "At least I don't have to worry about that." Gene mused to himself
quietly.

 "What..." Darlene asked.

 Gene said, "Oh, nothing." Then he sat down next to her and asked, "So,
what do you do?"

 Almost immediately, Darlene started to tell Gene all about herself. How
she was married and had a 3-year-old daughter. Within a few minutes, they were
talking to each other as if they'd been close friends for years, though Gene
was careful not to say anything that hinted as to who he really was. Only
that he had arrived in town and started work as a secretary in the company.
When Gene had to leave Darlene to return to work, he said goodbye and
promised that they'd talk later.

 Several minutes later, Gene had returned to his desk, scowling silently as
he slid into the chair. Then closing his eyes, he wished that he was back
in the accounting department where he belonged, not behind the desk of a
secretary. Especially not the desk of Anderson's secretary.

 "Enough." Gene told himself, opening his eyes and staring at his computer
again. He grimaced, knowing that things weren't going to change back just by
wishing it. Instead, he had to focus on finding some way back into that lab.
Or failing that, some other way to get himself changed back to normal.
But at the moment, all he was able to do was keep his eyes open and bide his
time.

 Just as Gene returned his attention to his work, he was interrupted by Mr.
Anderson's voice from the intercom. "Ms. Summers..." Anderson said, "please
come into my office for a moment. I have a... memo for you to take."
However, with that tone of voice, Gene knew that a memo was the last thing
that he should expect.

 After taking a deep breath and trying to prepare himself for the worst,
Gene opened the door and stepped inside. Anderson was sitting behind his
desk with a smug grin on his face that made Gene want to groan. "Y... You
wanted to see me... sir." Gene forced the last, knowing that he had to keep
Anderson happy. For now.

 Anderson got up from his chair, gesturing for Gene to close the door. As
soon as it was closed, he ordered Gene to come to him. A moment later, they
were kissing passionately and Gene was even beginning to get horny himself.
Thoughts of the delicious cum ran through his mind and he dropped down to
undo Anderson's pants and help himself to it.

 "Not yet." Anderson told Gene after a minute of his careful sucking. Then
with a grin, he ordered, "Take your clothes off."

 Gene pulled back in disappointment, but at the same time, a part of him
felt very eager for what he suspected was going to happen next. His whole
body was burning with desire and he ached for something between his legs.
For something inside of him. It was the same need that he'd felt the night
before with Alex but had missed. Then, it was with almost no hesitation
that Gene scrambled to obey.

 "Oh God you're gorgeous." Anderson whispered, obviously becoming even more
aroused. Gene blushed slightly though he wasn't sure why. Then he gave the
rest of his attention to Anderson's erection.

 Less than a minute later, Gene was lying back on the office couch while
Anderson straddled over him, a hand firmly grasping each breast. Without a
word, Anderson pushed himself forward and into Gene.

 Gene gasped at the sudden pressure against the sides of his pussy and the
strange sensation of something inside of him. But as strange as it felt, it
was equally pleasurable. Especially when Anderson started pumping in and
out. Gene moaned in delight, sure that he'd never felt anything as good as
that. At the same time, he could feel the sexual tension building and
building inside of him, threatening to engulf him in orgasm at any moment.

 "That's it slut." Anderson exclaimed in delight. "You're mine now."

 However, Gene barely heard the comment as the damn inside finally broke,
exploding into wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure. Gene gasped out as
it filled him, not just his crotch like he was used to, but every inch of
his body. And what was more, he was still horny and fully charged, more
than ready to continue.

 Anderson moaned aloud, gasping, "I'm coming..."

 Almost immediately following this, Gene felt the warm sticky fluid pumping
inside of him, oddly enjoying it as well. However, when Anderson pulled his
now flaccid penis back out, Gene groaned in disappointment, still very horny
himself. When Anderson leaned back, Gene used one hand to masturbate
himself and the other to wipe up the mixed fluids and bring them to his
mouth. The delectable taste only made him even hornier.

 Then, Gene's eyes went back to Anderson's penis and he smiled faintly,
remembering what one of his old girlfriends used to do to get him ready
again. Without hesitating, Gene changed position and started to once again
lick and suck at Anderson, trying to get him ready for another round.

 Once Anderson was ready, they started over again, much to Gene's delight.
A small part of him screamed out that it was wrong, that it was disgusting
for him to like it, but that part was overwhelmed by the new force inside of
him. The thing that craved sex and pleasure, without guilt or remorse. The
part, that at the moment, ruled Gene entirely.

 This time, after several minutes, and several orgasms on Gene's part,
Anderson pulled out and chuckled. "Bend over bitch. I'm gonna do you up the
ass."

 Gene paused, greatly disappointed. He wanted to keep going as they had
been, but after a look at Anderson, he reluctantly turned over, giving
Anderson better access. A moment later, Gene felt Anderson pushing inside
of him again, this time from his ass. But to Gene's surprise, it wasn't
painful. He felt stretched a little, but other than that, almost good.
Then almost very good. After a few more minutes, Gene decided that he
actually liked anal sex, though not as much as the other ways.

 After a little while longer, Gene was still ready to go for more, however,
Mr. Anderson was spent. At least for the time being. With that, Gene
quickly dressed again then returned to his duties behind his desk, though
his thoughts remained on more pleasurable things.

-----

 Gene glanced at the clock at the bottom of his computer and sighed. Only a
few more minutes until he was through for the day and free to go home. He
turned to the door to Anderson's office for a moment and frowned
thoughtfully. Anderson hadn't asked Gene to go in for more sex since he'd
lost his female virginity that morning and Gene wasn't sure whether he felt
relieved or disappointed by that fact.

 "Damn." Gene muttered, not about anything in particular but just on
principal.

 He still hadn't found out any way to get changed back, but then again he
hadn't expected to either. At least not so soon. However, he had gotten
caught up in his new job. Too caught up, he thought to himself with some
misgivings. He'd sucked and fucked Anderson and though he still felt a
little uncomfortable with that fact when he thought back on it, he didn't
feel too bad.

 Sighing, Gene closed his eyes, reminding himself once again that they must
have done something to that part of his emotions. "After all..." he snorted
sarcastically, "the perfect prostitute certainly wouldn't feel much guilt or
shame." If any, Gene added mentally. At least not about sex.

 Then Gene glanced back towards Anderson's doors again, feeling a little
wet in his crotch. But then again, he'd been getting wet off and on for most of
the day. Several times he'd even had to fight the temptation to play with
himself and focus on his work instead. It wasn't always easy, but Gene
refused to act like some stupid bimbo, even if Anderson was turning him into
some kind of slut.

 Sighing again, Gene turned his attention towards the pack of Benson and
Hedges with the lighter sitting on top of it in the corner of his desk. Gene
had bought the cigarettes during his lunch break, knowing that they were now
almost as much of a necessity as food for him. After staring at them for
only a moment, Gene lit himself another cigarette and blew the smoke into
the air, thankful for once that Anderson had turned his office area into one
of the few smoking zones in the building.

 "One more minute." Gene told himself, glancing at the clock again and
wondering if he might be able to hook up with Darlene. She was the only
friend that he had now in his new life. Other than Alex that was but at
least being with her let him pretend that he was still a normal human being
rather than what they had turned him into.

 Gene finished his cigarette and stubbed it out, then got ready to leave.
However, no sooner had he gotten to his feet than the doors behind him
opened and Mr. Anderson stepped out.

 "Ms. Summers...." Anderson started with a slight smirk, "I'm going to need
you to stay late and help me with some... pressing business." Then he
gestured for Gene to follow him back inside.

 With a slight shake of his head, Gene sighed and started towards the door.
At least, he thought to himself almost with relief, his need for sex would
soon be satisfied. Then he couldn't help but smiling in growing
anticipation.

 The next several days were extremely busy for Gene. At work, Anderson kept
him running around with not only his normal secretary work but with this
additional duties as well. Additional duties that Anderson seemed to want
even more of, though Gene didn't really mind anymore.

 When he wasn't at work, Gene was busy moving to a new apartment. One that
he could not only afford on his now lower salary, but one where he wouldn't
have to worry about explaining Gene's sudden disappearance and Ashley's
showing up instead.

 After getting up Saturday morning, Gene stood in front of the mirror in
his new bedroom for quite a long time, staring intently at his shapely body and
being extremely turned on. He licked his lips and smiled, knowing that he
was becoming quite a narcissist. But then again, he couldn't help himself
either. He had an absolutely gorgeous and sexy woman that he could ogle to
his hearts content without fear of sexual harassment suits, so he was going
to do so. Even if it was himself.

 "God I'm hot." Gene whispered, playing with one of his nipples through the
shirt he was wearing. "Shame that it's going to waste though." He sighed,
fighting back the urge to start playing with himself seriously.

 For a moment, Gene almost wished that he was at work again, where he'd at
least be having some sex. Then he thought about the day before, almost
smiling as he remembered how Anderson had brought in Mr. Winston, the top
vice president of the company. Anderson had just wanted to show off his
sexy... and eager secretary and Gene had complied. He had made Mr. Winston a
VERY happy man. And from a few comments Anderson had made afterwards, Gene
strongly suspected that soon he'd be servicing some of the other top men in
the company. But that didn't bother him. Not much about sex seemed to
bother him much anymore.

 "No guilt, no fuss." Gene mused, scarcely able to believe how easily he
accepted... even craved sex as a woman. It didn't even seem to matter to his
hormones whether it was with a man or a woman, though he hadn't yet had a
chance to try lesbian sex, much to his disappointment. But that would soon
change. He was sure of it.

 Then with a sigh, Gene ran a hand through his soft hair, whispering, "Now
if only Alex was here."

 Gene frowned and turned away from the mirror. Alex was his only
friend... besides Darlene that was. He'd made several friends in the short
time that he'd been a secretary, but it wasn't the same. He knew that many
of the female friends that he'd made with the company were either jealous of
his looks or made whispers behind his back. The male friends... or suitors
as they were more accurately, had practically swarmed around Gene but all
had only one thing on their minds. Not that he minded anymore, but
still...

 "Oh Alex." Gene said, walking absently through the house, "I need you."

 Alex was Gene's best friend and the only one that he thought could help
him. The only one who might be able to help him get back. But Gene had
barely seen anything from Alex since that night. His friend hadn't answered
any of his calls or messages and when Gene had run into him once or twice at
work, it was extremely briefly and then Alex ran off again, still looking
extremely guilt stricken. He'd barely been able to even look at Gene.

 Still frowning, Gene muttered, "I guess I've lost my best friend as well
as my dick." It hurt that Alex had just abandoned him, especially when he
needed his friendship the most.

 With a sigh, Gene absently lit a cigarette, deciding not to worry about
that anymore. Instead, he started towards the door, planning to go do some
shopping. His new wardrobe was still scare and he knew that he'd need a lot
more clothes in the time to come. Besides, Gene almost smiled when he
thought about how hot they'd made him look.

 Gene spent much longer shopping than he'd expected. Being used to just
grabbing things off the rack, the idea that he should try everything on
almost caught him by surprise. Especially when he realized how much he liked
looking at himself in the new clothes, not to mention how erotic they made
him feel.

 After Gene was finally finished shopping, having spent more than he'd
intended, he had started back towards his apartment when on a sudden
impulse, he had changed direction and gone to the beach instead.

 "I've got to try out my new swimsuit." he told himself, glancing at the
shopping bags in the passenger seat a little guiltily. He hadn't intended to
buy a bikini, but after being unable to resist the temptation to see what
he'd look like in one, he'd been even less able to resist buying it. It had
made him so hot that he had nearly cum right there in the fitting room.

 Once at the beach, Gene strolled among the people, his eyes darting from
the scantily dressed women to the well muscled men. The very sight of so
much attractive flesh made Gene moan slightly, almost wondering if he'd died
and gone to heaven. And of course, nearly all of the men's eyes were drawn
to him, usually for more than just a quick glance, much to Gene's growing
delight. The attention was certainly different than what he'd been used
to... but very nice. In fact, it just turned him on even more.

 The only real problem was the high heels that he was wearing. They weren't
exactly made for walking in the sand and unfortunately... his feet were no
longer exactly made for walking without them. However, Gene did manage.

 "Eenie meanie..." Gene mused after awhile, trying to decide who he was
going to have sex with. He glanced from one tall man who looked like he
could easily be a bodybuilder to a much thinner, but still athletic looking
blonde man who seemed to be a surfer. "Minie..."

 Then Gene froze as something else caught his eye. Turning his head
slightly, Gene's smile became wider. "Moe!" Gene breathed out, spotting
his target.

 Just a short distance away, Gene saw a stunning blonde woman. She was
laying on a towel, tanning herself. However, Gene hadn't been able to miss
the fact that she'd been staring at him just as hard as any of the men.
Harder even than some. She wanted him. He was sure of it. Then licking
his lips absently, Gene started straight for the woman.

 "I'm... Ashley." Gene introduced himself to the woman who blushed slightly
as she got up.

 "Theresa." the blonde introduced herself, holding out her hand though her
eyes lingered on Gene's chest for a moment.

 After a few brief words, they started off for Theresa's apartment, which
she assured Gene was very close. Only several blocks from the beach.

 As soon as they had entered Theresa's apartment, Gene grabbed her tightly
and gave her a kiss. Once they pulled apart, Theresa giggled. "How did you
know I was..."

 "Your staring wasn't very subtle." Gene whispered, worrying far more about
undoing Theresa's clothes than about explanations.

 Several minutes later, they were both naked and on Theresa's bed, going at
it in a 69 position. Gene loved every moment of it and when they had
finally finished, he decided that it was definitely different from doing it
with a guy, but still very good. Better even in some ways though they
balanced out overall. He'd been with women plenty of times before as a
man... but this time was definitely different.

 It was late afternoon when Gene left Theresa's apartment and returned to
his own. They'd promised to see each other again and Gene couldn't wait.
The very thought made him start to get wet once again.

 When Gene finally returned to his own apartment, he found several messages
on his answering machine. Both from Anderson. The first said something
about needing Gene to work some overtime but the second message simply said,
"Call me immediately." There was a tone in Anderson's voice that seemed
somewhat odd.

 "Damn him." Gene growled to himself as he picked up the phone to call
Anderson.

 A minute later, Anderson's voice gasped out, "Thank God." Gene was
somewhat surprised by that but before he could think of anything else,
Anderson quickly ordered, "Stay right there and I'll be over in a minute.
Be ready for me when I arrive." And with that, the phone went dead.

 Gene slammed the phone back down and growled, "Damn him!" He glared at the
answering machine and then the door, furious that he couldn't even have his
days off to himself. Then Gene forced himself to calm down, knowing that he
still had to play Anderson's game. "At least I'll get laid again." Then
with a sigh, Gene decided to get himself ready.

-----

 It was Sunday night and once again Anderson had insisted on seeing Gene,
though this time he'd surprised Gene at his own apartment. After a moments
hesitation and a silent apology to Theresa whom he was going to miss, Gene
had let Anderson inside, knowing just what he wanted. A minute later, Gene
started to give it to him.

 "Oooh this is nice." Anderson moaned while Gene continued licking as his
testicles. "Very nice." After another few seconds, Anderson whispered,
"Damn you've gotten good at this."

 Gene smiled as he pulled his head back. "You haven't seen anything yet."
But at the same time, Gene silently cursed Anderson, wishing that he could
fuck him up instead of just fucking him. However, at the moment he still
had little choice.

 Several minutes later, Gene was on his knees while Anderson did him from
behind. He moaned and grunted, loving the sensations, just not the person he
was doing it with. Still, that didn't stop him from enjoying it as much as
he could.

 Then Anderson laughed smugly. "I love this. Having such a... personal
secretary." Then he laughed again, adding, "Maybe it's about time I get a
private maid too."

 Anderson's words sent a sharp warning through Gene, however, before Gene
could consider what they meant, he was overcome with a series of orgasms.
He exploded in wave after wave and then his attention was completely taken
by the rest of his time with Anderson

 Once Anderson had finished, he silently put his clothes back on, barely
even glancing at Gene. Then without a word, he left, leaving Gene alone
once again in his apartment.

 "Damn it." Gene muttered to himself after getting cleaned up. It was too
late to catch Theresa like he'd planned. But then again, he was sure that
she wouldn't mind if he was a little late. For a moment Gene stared at the
phone, tempted to call Theresa but then he quickly changed his mind. There
was something else that he had to do. Then with another "Damn him." Gene
reached for his clothes.

 Twenty minutes later, Gene was standing in front of a door, to an
apartment that was definitely not his own, but one that he was still very
familiar with nonetheless. He paused for a moment then rang the door bell,
waiting impatiently.

 After another minute, the door opened and a man with a reddish brown beard
stuck his head out with a "Hello?" Then he froze and his eyes went wide,
staring straight at Gene.

 "Hello Alex." Gene said, pushing past Alex and inviting himself inside.
Once in, Gene turned back to his friend, a scowl on his face. "Why have you
been avoiding me?" He tried to keep his voice calm, not showing the hurt
that he felt.

 Alex gulped and closed the door. "G... Gene... I'm so sorry." His
expression confirmed that he meant what he said.

 "Why are you avoiding me?" Gene demanded again.

 "I..." Alex took a breath then steadied himself. In a much calmer voice,
he said, "I've been trying to find a way to get you back to normal." He looked
away from Gene then continued, "I've been looking and looking. But I can't
do it without the equipment and Anderson has locked it down tight. I
couldn't sneak a mouse into there."

 Gene sighed and sat down on the couch. "I'm sorry. I know you've been
trying, but you won't even answer my calls. I needed you."

 "I'm sorry." Alex apologized again. "But... to be honest..." He turned
back to Gene. "Seeing you like this makes me... uncomfortable. It freaks me
out." Alex blushed then added in a quieter voice, "I haven't been avoiding
you just because of my guilt, but because I can't handle being turned on by
you. By my own drinking buddy."

 With a loud snort, Gene responded, "And how do you think it is for me? I'm
not only turned on by my drinking buddy, but even by people I don't like."
He grabbed his breasts then added, "And how do you think I suddenly like
having a pair of cantaloupes on my chest?"

 "I..." Alex started, but Gene cut him off.

 "You're my friend," Gene told him, "but you weren't there when I needed
you. You don't know how much that hurts." Tears started flowing down
Gene's cheeks and though he was embarrassed by them, he did nothing to wipe
them away.

 Once again Alex whispered, "I'm sorry." Then he hugged Gene, not
passionately, but comfortingly, which at the moment was what Gene really
needed.

 A minute later, both Alex and Gene sat in the middle of the living room,
Alex on the couch and Gene on the love seat. They both still felt
uncomfortable in each others presence, but much more at ease than before.
At ease enough to talk honestly, with Gene even admitting some of what his
new life entailed, much to Alex's obvious discomfort.

 "I don't see any way to get you back to normal yet," Alex told Gene, "but
I will keep looking for a way. You don't know how bad I feel about this."
Then Alex scratched his beard, staring at the wall vaguely. "I never
intended the device for this."

 "It'll be all right." Gene promised Alex, moving over and gently patting
his friend on the hand. However, he didn't really believe it himself. He
frowned, suspecting that he would remain little more than Anderson's slave
for the rest of his life and not liking that prospect.

 Then when Gene started towards the door, deciding that it was time to
leave, he heard Alex exclaim, "There's something else..." However, as soon
as Gene turned, the phone started to ring. "Damn!" Alex swore, then as he
reached for the phone, he looked apologetically at Gene. "I'll tell you
later."

 Gene nodded, then quickly left. He still had to get up early for work in
the morning.

-----

 Leaning back in his chair, Gene stared mindlessly at his computer screen
for a moment, not bothering to even focus his eyes. He had only been at
work for several hours, but it already felt like the back end of a 12 hour
shift.

 "I hate Mondays." Gene growled to himself.

 Almost as soon as he'd come in, Anderson had been waiting... with a 14-
inch dildo in one hand and a stack of files to be organized in the other. Then
before he'd even finished with Anderson, Mr. Winston had shown up again and
insisted on Gene's attentions again. Mr. Anderson had of course agreed,
more than happy to get that extra leverage from a powerful higher up.

 Taking a deep breath, Gene glanced back at Anderson's door and silently
cursed the day that he'd found those financial discrepancies. And even more,
he cursed the moment that he'd even considered telling that bastard Anderson
about them. Anderson was still getting away with millions, while he was
stuck as the asshole's sex slave. Or at least close to it.

 With a quick, "Damn him." under his breath, Gene got up and started
towards the break room. It wasn't quite time for his break yet, but what was
Anderson going to do... fire him? He doubted it.

 After having a cigarette and leaving the break room, Gene felt a little
better, though not much. There were still too many hours left in the day to
suit him. When Gene got back to his desk, he was somewhat surprised to see
Alex walking out of Anderson's office, a very unhappy look on his face.

 "What's wrong?" Gene demanded, surprising Alex slightly.

 Alex continued to frown as he stared at Gene. There was something in his
eyes. Something haunted. "He... he wants to do it again." Alex finally
whispered. Then he glanced around nervously before adding, "He wants me to
do it to someone else."

 "Holy shit." Gene gasped, staring at Alex in horror.

 Nodding his head sadly, Alex gulped and in weak voice said, "I should have
known. He likes the power my process gives him too much and he's not
satisfied with just you."

 For a long moment, all Gene could do was stare at Alex, scarcely able to
believe it. Though he didn't like the idea of someone else getting changed
like he had been, Gene couldn't help but wondering if this might not be his
chance. His opportunity to get back to normal... and perhaps to even get even
with Anderson. Gene didn't let Alex see his sudden surge of excitement as
he considered how he might get Anderson to let him back down there.

 "I can't let him do it to someone else." Alex said with a quiet
determination, interrupting Gene's thoughts. Gene nodded in complete
agreement.

 But suddenly, they were interrupted by the office door opening again, this
time with Anderson stepping out. Anderson glared at both of them for a
moment, causing Alex to rush off without so much as another backward glance.

 "Where were you?" Anderson demanded impatiently, then before Gene could
answer, he said, "Well anyways, Mr. Conover is coming by this afternoon."

 "Mr. Conover?" Gene repeated in surprise. Mr. Conover was the head of the
company and a very powerful individual.

 "Yes." Anderson answered with a smug grin. Then he quickly grabbed Gene's
ass and pulled him close, whispering, "I invited him to meet my new
secretary." He laughed at that then gave Gene a kiss.

 Gene's thoughts swirled, caught between what Anderson was doing and what
he had just said. Mr. Anderson was not only rich and powerful, but he also had
a reputation as something of a randy old goat. It was obvious that this was
just another one of Anderson's attempts to gain favor with the higher-ups
and get himself promoted and all Gene could do was continue to help him.
For now.

-----

 Gene groaned as he returned to the building after a relaxing lunch. He
only wished that he didn't have to go back. That he could have taken the
rest of the day off. His old job as an accountant might not have been the
best in the world, but it was a hell of a lot better than just being a
secretary. Especially Anderson's secretary.

 As he made his way through the halls, Gene noticed that several people
were busy talking to each other in hushed whispers. He couldn't really hear what
was being said, but there was no doubt that it was some kind of juicy gossip
going around.

 When Gene made it to his floor, he was somewhat surprised when Darlene
rushed up to him. "Have you heard the news?" she practically gushed out.

 "News?" Gene asked, slowing down and getting into step with Darlene, "What
news?"

 Darlene shook her head. "It's been all over. There was some kind of
sabotage in one of the secure areas. Someone blew some stuff up."

 "Oh shit!" Gene gasped, somewhat surprised at that. "Really?"

 "That's what they're saying." Darlene answered. "But there isn't really a
lot of details."

 Gene shook his head in amazement. "Wow." He couldn't help wondering what
really happened though, much less who would be crazy enough to do it.

 After a few more minutes of chatting, Darlene went her own way while Gene
continued towards his desk. He just hoped that Anderson didn't have more
work piled up for him, however, as soon as he was close enough to see 3
folders sitting on the corner of his desk, he groaned.

 "Just what I need." Gene mumbled.

 But before Gene could actually look inside of the folders, he found
himself facing Mr. Anderson, who had a VERY unhappy look on his face. He glared
at Gene for a long moment before he finally spoke.

 "I suppose you should know..." Anderson told Gene with a snarl, "Your
friend... Mr. Green is no longer with us."

 "W... what?" Gene gasped. "You fired him?"

 "No." Anderson growled, "He's DEAD!"

 Gene gasped and stepped back, staring at Anderson in disbelief and shock.
"No..."

 Anderson looked furious as he glared at Gene, but he held himself back and
kept his voice fairly calm. "Your friend destroyed his lab! He destroyed
all the machines and equipment! He used some sort of self destruct and BLEW
IT UP!" Gene gasped while Anderson continued, "He may have done that, but
security shot him right afterwards."

 "No..." Gene gasped. "Alex..." He didn't believe it. He couldn't believe
it. Not Alex...

 "He destroyed nearly a billion dollars of equipment and research!"
Anderson growled furiously, making Gene step back nervously.

 Gene stared at Anderson, just realizing that if the equipment was
destroyed... there was no way for him to get back to normal. "No..." He
whispered again.

 Anderson didn't seem to notice the look of shock on Gene's face as he
continued. "Fortunately we still have the blue prints in the
mainframe... once our technicians can get it up and operating again." He
glared at Gene then gave a smug look, "But that won't do you any good since
you'll never see the new one either." Then Anderson chuckled slightly as
he turned and started back into his office, calling back, "And don't forget
to be very nice to Mr. Conover when he gets here." Then he laughed again as
the door closed behind him.

 For a long moment, Gene just stared at the door, then he burst out "DAMN!"
slamming his fist onto the desk. Then he sat down in his chair and started
crying, slowly at first and then a little harder. "Alex..." he whispered.
"Oh Alex."

 At first, Gene wasn't sure what was worse, the loss of his best friend or
the fact that he'd also lost whatever chance he had of getting back to
normal. Then as the tears continued to flow, Gene knew. Without a doubt,
the loss of his friend was by far the worst.

 "Why did you do it Alex?" Gene cried to himself. Why did Alex destroy his
only way of getting back to normal? Why did Alex let himself get killed?
Gene didn't know... only that he would sorely miss Alex.

 After awhile, the tears stopped, though Gene knew that they would return
later. Later when he was alone at night. But at the moment, as Anderson
reminded him over the intercom, he still had work to do. He silently cursed
Anderson with more vehemence than ever before while sighing back onto his
computer.

 When Gene was back on, he saw that he had several of the typical office
e-memo's, but there was also a message with an attachment in his in-box
with no return address... and a sender that only said A Friend. It wasn't from
anyone that Gene recognized and he was about to delete it when he decided to
at least see what the message itself said.

 "Hope it's not a virus." Gene growled, then with a quick glance to the
doors behind him, he changed his mind and secretly hoped that it was one. A
nasty one that he could get onto Anderson's computer as well.

 Once the message was open, Gene read, "When alone, open me." Then his eyes
went wide as he saw the signature on the bottom. A.G. "Alex." he
whispered. For a moment, Gene just stared at the screen in disbelief, then
he started downloading the attachment without any further hesitation.

 Gene was burning up with curiosity. Then it finished and the whole screen
popped up with a video. A video with Alex's face staring straight at Gene.

 "Hello Gene. If you're getting this, then things probably didn't go quite
the way I intended." Alex said from the video. Then he bowed his head sadly
and whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm very sorry." Alex paused for a moment,
staring straight at Gene from the computer monitor, making Gene gulp
nervously and try to keep from crying again. "After I was forced to help
change you, I promised you that I would help you get back to normal... but I
promised myself that I wouldn't do that to another person... ever again.
After Mr. Anderson instructed me to get ready to use the process on another
person, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't let anyone do it again.
I'm sorry."

 "Oh Alex..." Gene whispered, suddenly glancing behind him nervously, half
afraid that Anderson might be there. Fortunately, he was still alone.

 Alex's image on the monitor continued, this time in a much more controlled
voice. "As I record this, I have just completed introducing a virus into
the mainframe that will completely destroy all data regarding the device and
the process. They will not be able to reconstruct either with that data and
my former team will be of little help as well since some of the data is
irreplaceable."  Alex scratched his beard for a moment then glanced behind
himself nervously. Turning back to the camera, Alex continued, "As soon as
I am finished here, I will destroy the hardware as well. I secretly had a
self destruct system installed within the device when it was built, though
at the time I thought I was being paranoid. How wrong I was."

 "Shit." Gene whispered, staring at the monitor in stunned disbelief.

 "I'm sorry that I broke my promise to you," Alex added in a whisper, "but
I can't let this happen again. If I let him, he would continue to abuse my
work and ruin other people's lives as well. This isn't what it was intended
for." Alex looked incredibly sad but he had a steely look of determination
in his eyes as well. "They won't be able to trace this message and like in
Mission Impossible, it will self erase after you finish viewing it. If
things go all right and I am able to make it out, I will be able to delete
this message from a remote terminal. However..." Alex frowned, "I have
serious doubts about that, which is why I am sending you this
explanation... and farewell."

 "I'm very sorry Gene." Alex said sadly. "For creating this device, for
helping use it on you... and for having to destroy." He shook his head.
"But I can't let him do it again. In case... in case I get caught, I just
wanted to say goodbye...and that I enjoyed your friendship. Farewell."

 "Goodbye Alex." Gene said quietly, a tear rolling down his cheek again.

 But just as Gene thought it was over, Alex suddenly exclaimed, "There is
one more thing!" He seemed almost to stare straight into Gene's eyes,
making a shiver go down his spine. "As I told you once before... prototype
109 was a failure." Then Alex said, "Mr. Anderson knew this, but I'm sure
that he never read the complete file on it. He only knew most of the
general features... not the reason for the failure. That is your one
advantage." Then at this, Gene was surprised to see Alex actually chuckle.

 "The perfect prostitute would ensure repeat business..." Alex stated, "so
we included this the prototype design. Prototype 109 was designed to
have... somewhat addictive... vaginal fluids." Then Alex smiled slightly from
the monitor as he added, "The reason for the failure was that it was too
strong. Too addictive."

 "Addictive...?" Gene echoed stupidly. But that was impossible... Wasn't
it? Then with a quick glance down, he reminded himself that 'impossible'
didn't have much meaning anymore.

 "That's your one edge." Alex continued. "No matter what he thinks he has
over you... you have something that he needs. You just need to remember
that." Then with another "I'm sorry." and "Good luck." The image on Gene's
computer vanished.

 For a long moment, Gene just stared at his computer screen, stunned at
what he'd just learned. Then once he regained his senses, a quick check verified
that the message was no longer in his mail box, nor was there any trace of
the attachment. Alex had covered his tracks like he said.

 "Oh Alex... I can't believe it." Gene whispered, staring at the computer
again. He turned towards the back door and frowned. "I'm... I'm addictive?"

 Gene leaned back in his chair, trying not to think about the fact that
Alex was dead and his only way back was gone. Instead, he focused on what Alex
had just told him. He'd said that it was Gene's edge. Then Gene remembered
how much Anderson had been coming after him. The urgency in his voice
during the weekend. And as Gene continued to think about it, a slow smile
began to form on his face.

 Standing up, Gene glanced down at himself, grimacing for a moment. No
matter what else happened, he was still stuck as what Anderson had turned
him into and would be for the rest of his life. He was already getting used
to it and even though Gene was starting to like some of what he now was, he
wasn't about to forgive Anderson for doing it to him. Or for his part in
Alex's death. Not in the least.

 Then, as Gene looked back at the door to Anderson's office, a cruel smile
formed on his lips again. "I think that it's about time I talk to my boss
about a raise." Gene mused to himself, then added, "There are going to be
some big changes around here... starting now." And with that, Gene pushed the
doors open to explain the new situation to Anderson.

-----

 Gene, now Ashley leaned back in a large stuffed chair, holding a
smoldering cigar between her fingers. As she put it to her lips and drew in, she
smiled, even more so when she blew the thick stream of smoke back out. She
laughed in amusement, loving the irony. Someone who hated cigarette smoke
with a passion now not only smoked cigarettes, but cigars as well.

 She looked around Anderson's office, though in reality it was now her
office, smiling slightly as she did so. It was two weeks since Alex's
death, and though she still mourned him, Ashley had at least made sure that
the changes she wanted had occurred. Anderson had of course tried
resisting... at first. However, it didn't last beyond the first day and even
then only barely.

 Whatever it was that they'd done to her vaginal juices to make them
addictive, also seemed to make her partners a little more amenable to her.
As Ashley quickly found out once she had confronted Anderson, anyone who was
addicted to her couldn't bring themselves to hurt her... or even to be too
aggressive towards her.

 One of the first things that she'd done was transfer most of Anderson's
stolen funds to several of her own new hidden accounts. Accounts, which she
had protected very well, thanks to her experience as an accountant. Then
she had quickly done more. Much more.

 Ashley glanced at her schedule and smiled faintly. Mr. Conover was due by
in just a short while. In fact, he had even been the one who'd introduced
her to cigars. Ashley had quickly learned that whatever programming they
did to make her enjoy cigarettes crossed over to cigars as well, though she
usually did still prefer the cigarettes. They made her feel... sexier.

 And though Ashley was officially still just a secretary, in truth, she was
the one who now controlled the company. Mr. Conover as well as several
other board members were her lovers, and quite willing to do whatever she
asked of them. Though of course, she did have several others as well.
Several whom she enjoyed immensely.

 Putting out the cigar and readying herself for Mr. Conover, Ashley
chuckled, knowing that she could have had herself officially given a much
higher position. But that would be too much scrutiny... especially for a
false identity, though her new resources were making it much more solid
every day. No, what Ashley truly loved was the fact that she was not only
young and sexy, but had all the wealth and power that the company offered,
without the downsides. That she was in truth, the power behind the throne.

 "Ah..." Ashley mused as she heard the hesitant knock on the door that
signaled Mr. Conover's arrival. "I do so love my job." Then she laughed as
she buzzed the door to open. "Being a secretary is SO rewarding."

THE END