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A SHIFT IN REALITY
BY Roni

It was a Tuesday like any other day is sunny California, the Santa Anna winds were blowing and of course the fear of forest fires was high, I was stuck in traffic as I made my way to work. I had landed a fantastic job working with the Department of Defense as a data analyst, my hard work in school and my ability to learn languages paid off with this job. I tuned in my radio to the news station trying to see if they would tell us why the traffic was so backed up, at this rate it would take me two hours to get to work. The reporter was talking about some accident that had happened at the Malibu turn off as well as the usual road repair that was closing down the lanes. Traffic moves slow but steady so I managed to inch my way past the accident and though the lane closures. Finally the speed picked up and I was cruising nicely, I made my exit off the hi-way and headed towards Los Angeles. The office building was located in south LA which I thought was funny seeing that most of the illegal’s lived there.

My division shared the building with a civilian contractor working on some sort of electrical monitoring system for the Defense Department. The building was highly secured and monitored with lots of big guys with big guns manning the perimeter. I pulled up to the main gate and swiped my ID card to open the gate, the gate swung open and I pulled into the compound and straight to my parking space. I looked over my car before leaving making sure all was secure and in its place, you might call me a little anal about it but being a little OCD was not a bad thing. Grabbing my briefcase and my suit jacket I walked the fifty yards to the building’s main doors, I had wished for a closer parking place but they were reserved for the big boys and I was just a little fish. I was sweating by the time I made it to the doors; I was out of shape being twenty pounds overweight, I always joked that I was under tall for my weight for I was just 5’7” tall. I was short and fat that was the reality of it but like most people I lived in denial.

I entered the building and made my way to the security check point we all had to go thru, I removed my glasses and let the security scanner view my eyes, the retinal scanner was new and a bit of a pain but who was I to complain? Finally through all the security checks I walked up to the elevator and pushed the button, my office was on the third floor the top floor! But this building was special it was built mostly under the ground, there were ten floors below ground level and all of them needing high security clearance to access. I was still new to my job so I had the lowest access there was, even the janitor had higher clearance than me!

Finally at my desk I threw my jacket on the chair in the corner of the office and pulled out my chair to sit. My receptionist came in and offered me a coffee and I thanked her for it, she was a beautiful young girl about 25 and blond hair. She was always smiling, maybe it was because she was nearly perfect, her body was fantastic evenly proportioned, she was the same height as me but in her heels she was taller and seemed to enjoy rubbing it into me whenever she could. I sat and fire up my computer and checked my E-mails, I had the usual office memos buzzing around about dress code and attendance. One E-mail did catch my eye and I read it further. It was asking for a volunteer to help with the creation of the linguistics program for the new electronic monitoring system that Biofab was working on. Biofab was the co-tenant of this building and they controlled all the lower floors, all I knew about what they did was through lunchroom talk. If the talk was correct they were trying to make an integrated biological computer that could learn on its own and be able to monitor all electronic traffic in and out of the country. The potential was incredible if it would work and the idea of being able to work on such a project was interesting to me.

I responded to the E-mail and forwarded my resume along with other details that were not on the resume. I leaned back in my chair hoping that I would be chosen, this could be the break I was hoping for, I would be able to move up in the Department and maybe even get a promotion to head a division. I deleted all junk mail and opened up the files that I was working on. I was tasked to decipher several encrypted messages that the Department had intercepted, they were not high priority they were supposedly related to the trafficking on illegal funds from foreign banks and people. After breaking the encryption the massages were in foreign languages, that’s where I come in speaking and reading six languages I was bound to know one of the languages it was written in. I knew Arabic, Spanish, Russian, and Chinese. As well French and of course English, I was not particularly smart it was just that I had the ability to learn a language quickly that included reading and writing all the languages. I had chosen all the major languages because from there I would be able to quickly learn any other language that was related to those.

Time went by slowly as I read one massage after another; most were garbage talking about people or activities that the people had done. A few related to what I was looking for and I would forward the translation to my boss for further investigation. By lunchtime I was tired of viewing the computer and needed a change of view. I locked down my computer and grabbed my lunch and went to eat out in the courtyard, passing my receptionist’s desk I asked her if she would like to join me. She just smiled and shook her pretty head telling me that she had plans with Ken from the fourth sub floor. Ken was what she called a hunk and I was jealous, he was fit tanned and tall everything that I wasn’t. Sometimes I thought about getting into shape and I even tried on a few occasions but I always ended up quitting for it was too hard to stay motivated. I even toyed with the idea of starting to smoke to help me lose weight but it was too much effort to have to walk outside every time I needed a smoke. I sighed realizing that I would end up a fat old man just like my dad, except he had found mom and she loved him for whatever reason and I was destined to be single all my life. What a depressing image for I was just 25 in the prime of my life but I really had no life to talk about.

The sun was hot in the courtyard and I looked for a shaded place to sit and eat, I found it but it was way over in the corner away from everyone. Great I was even banishing myself to the corner just because I could not enjoy the sun. Being fat I sweated quickly and it was embarrassing and rather disgusting especially if others were trying to eat. I dragged my feet over to the shade and sat down already out of breath just from the little walk to the corner. Man I was pathetic, again I sighed and opened my lunch bag, I had bought a hoggie the night before at 7-11 I knew it was not good for me but it tasted so good! I had just started to eat and had my mouthful when a beautiful woman approached me and asked if I was Larry Kincade. I was unable to speak due to my mouth being full and due to my heart beating like a jack hammer. She was hot! I mean gorgeous! Long auburn hair neatly styled a light tan which made her skin glow and the most beautiful green eyes a man has ever seen. Just her standing there intimidated me and of course made me sweat, great! I chewed as fast as I could and swallowed it wiping the crumbs from my mouth with my napkin. “Yes I am Larry.” I said sounding like a boy who had just entered puberty as my voice cracked. She giggled at my response and even her giggle was sexy, I thought I was in love!

She sat down beside me and introduced herself, “I am Angela Mills, Mr. Kincade and I just wanted to make sure you were the one who responded to my open E-mail to volunteer for the project.” She explained. I nodded my head still unable to find my real voice. “Good, if what you said in your response is true I think you will be perfect for this project. I did take the liberty of doing a security check on you for you will need clearance to get to the eighth sub-floor, you look good and you now have the clearance needed.” She told me handing me a new swipe card. “After your shift today before you go home please come down to the eighth sub-floor and we can get you orientated to the project.” She told me and then left with a smile that could have melted titanium. I was excited, nothing like this had ever happened to me before and I thought about the popularity I could get for helping out. I finished my lunch and returned to my office, I noticed that Sandy my receptionist was still not back from lunch and I thought about reprimanding her for being late but changed my mind.

The afternoon seemed to drag by as I kept looking at the clock waiting for the day to end, I wanted to see what was on the eighth sub-floor, my imagination was running wild. Finally the clock hit five and I was able to leave work, I packed up all my stuff and grabbed my jacket eager to get out of there and to the elevator. Sandy was already waiting for the elevator and I joined her, I allowed her on first and then entered, I punched the number eight on the panel and a voice requested ID. She giggled thinking that I had made an error but when I pulled out my new swipe card and placed it in the slot and the light turned green she gasped. “When did you get such high clearance?” she asked. “This afternoon during lunch.” I proudly stated. She looked at me strangely but said nothing and got off the elevator at the ground floor. “Ok then I will see you tomorrow?” she asked. I thought that was a strange question but just nodded and smiled. The elevator doors closed and it continued it’s decent, the elevator did not stop at any other floors, I must not have clearance for the other floors I thought.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened up to a brightly lit hall, I slowly walked out of the elevator and felt the doors close behind me. There was no other way out; I looked to either side not sure which direction I was supposed to go in. Angela appeared from around a corner and called over to me, her voice sounded like an angel calling my name. I walked in her direction and she ushered me into a room that was filled with computers and other electronics, this room was not as bright as the hall and I strained to see as my eyes adjusted to the low light. She asked me to have a seat so I did not realizing what type of chair I was sitting in, no sooner did I sit down than the chair closed around me wrapping me up like it was a cocoon. I was about to panic when she told me to relax that she was not going to hurt me, the chair was designed to keep me from moving so that she could extract what she needed from my mind. I did not know what she said next for the next thing I remember was I was waking up at home in my bed, it was six in the morning and I was getting up for work.

I wiped the sleep from my eyes and scratched my head as I got out of bed, something felt strange. It was my hair, I had more than I remembered and I looked in the mirror to see that I had a full head of hair. Early baldness ran in my family and at 21 I had started to lose my hair just like my father did, he was nearly bald by the time he turned thirty. I was stunned here I was looking at myself in the mirror and I had a full head of hair, not just like the way it was when I was a teenager but better. It was thick and full, I could barely get my brush through it! That was another strange thing, I never bought a brush, I had not needed it but it was there on my sink! Once I got used to seeing myself with a full head of hair I looked to see if there were any other changes. I did notice that I didn’t need to shave which was odd because I always needed to shave. Like my father I inherited his harry body, I could easily shave twice a day if I had to and the rest of my body was just a mass of hair.

I quickly removed my PJ’s and noticed that my fur coat was gone! My body had only fine light hairs on it almost like I was hairless. I thought about what had happened when I was with Angela but could not remember past the bright light. This must be a side effect of the light I thought but reasoned that I actually liked it. I had always hated being so hairy and I rather liked having a full head of hair although what I had now might be a little long. My hair was down to my collar and I could feel it rubbing on my shoulders. I didn’t have time to get it cut before work so I would have to do something with it till I could. Seeing that I didn’t have to shave I quickly jumped in the shower and cleaned up, I decided to wash my hair and found out that I needed a lot more shampoo than I used to and I emptied the bottle.

I’ll pick some more up after work when I get my hair cut I told myself as I was drying my body. It felt strange yet good not having all that hair on my body and I noticed that I was getting an erection. Not only that but my nipples were getting hard as well which was new to me. Now being overweight I had fair size man boobs which I was embarrassed about but like I said before too lazy to do anything about them. I lifted one of my boobs and noticed that it felt good to touch, my erection twitched with anticipation. I didn’t have the time to pleasure myself so with sheer determination I willed it back down and returned to my bedroom to get dressed. I pulled out a clean pair of underwear and put them on noticing that they felt loose on me. I didn’t think that I had lost any size so they must have stretched out, I’ll buy some new underwear as well after work I said to myself and continued dressing.

My suit still fit so I thought nothing more about my underwear and did up my tie in the mirror. I thought I looked better than I normally did and I reasoned it was due to not having a beard shadow, even after I shaved I always had a dark shadow showing where my beard was but now it was gone. I looked like a teenager again and I giggled thinking about it. I ate a small breakfast, just a bagel with cream cheese on it and a glass of milk; I took my coffee to go. Today seemed just like yesterday when it came to the traffic, slow but steady. I did manage to get to work a little earlier than usual; I swiped my card at the gate and entered the compound. I drove to my parking space but there was a car in it, great I thought now where am I going to park?

I decided to drive up to the building and inform security that someone was in my parking spot, as I drove I came up to an empty spot closet to the building. Two can play that game I thought and pulled into the spot, if anyone asks I will tell them what had happened. I put my car in park and looked up to see a sign with my name on it! I started to laugh, I thought I was being smart and all along this was my spot; they must have given me a closer spot because of my new clearance I reasoned. Feeling happy that I was finally making some headway in the Department I exited my car and walked up to the building. The walk was now only half as far as before so I was not as sweaty as I usually was. I walked into the building and waited in line for my turn to go through security, it was then that I realized that I didn’t have my glasses on.
That was strange because I was nearly blind without them but today it was like I never needed them. I would have panicked but I knew I had a spare pair in my desk drawer so I remained calm. I swiped my card and let the retinal scanner do its job. “Thank you Mr. Kincade.” The security attendant said as I went through. Now that was strange as well, I was never acknowledged before; I was just another nameless person working in the building. This day is getting very weird I thought as I walked to the elevator, I pushed the button and waited. The elevator doors opened and standing there was Angela looking just as beautiful as the day before. I felt a tingle go up my spine as she looked at me smiling. “Are you getting in?” she asked. I snapped out of my trance and blushed as I stepped into the elevator. We were the only two on the elevator and she continued to look at me, “You’re looking good today, I love the hair.” She said.

I blushed again; I had put my hair in a ponytail because I didn’t know what to do with it. “Umm thanks.” I responded noticing that my voice was different, not quite as gruff and low as it usually was it was clearer and melodic. I tried not to act surprised to my voice because she said nothing about it; it was like she never noticed the difference. “So same time and place today?” she asked. I just nodded my head afraid to speak. She smiled brightly, “Good, we made some great advancement yesterday with your help.” She stated making me feel important and wanted. She rode the elevator all the way up to my floor with me and then said bye till later as I exited the elevator. Brandy my receptionist greeted me as I entered my office suite and handed me my cup of coffee then followed me into my office. “You have three massages today, Mr. Kincade and a lunch appointment with Mr. Langdon at one.” She informed me.

I hung up my suit jacket and placed my briefcase on my desk and sat down and looked at her. This was the first time she had called me Mr. Kincade, usually it was always Larry, and she never showed me the respect that I dully deserved being in the position that I was in. Wow what else could be weird today I thought as I thanked her for the massages and watched her leave. I looked around my office to see if anything here had changed and then realized that I had hung up my jacket instead of tossing it on the chair in the corner. Now why did I do that for? I thought trying to find a reason for it but found none. I shrugged it off and logged on to the computer to check my E-mails. My E-mails came up and I had eighty eight new massages.
Now that was new I thought I usually get seven or eight real E-mails and two or three spam. I opened up one E-mail from a person who I didn’t know, it asked me if I was going to be going to the big party this weekend, that they enjoyed last weekend with me and hoped that I would be there. I was stumped, I had not gone to any party last weekend, I was home alone as usual. I was about to respond to the E-mail but out of curiosity I decided to wait and open all the E-mails first. They were all the same telling me that I was the life of the party and that they were all looking forward to me being there this weekend. Now I was getting freaked out, all of this could not be just a coincidence or an elaborate prank on the new guy.

I needed to talk to Angela, maybe she had an idea about what was happening, so I tried to call her but her phone went right to voice-mail. I left her a massage for her to call me back and decided that there was nothing I could do till she called so I went to work. I called back the people who called for me before I got in and talked to them, at least my job was the same and I had not lost any of my skills in languages. I got wrapped up in my work and before I knew it, it was lunch time, Brandy came into my office and told me she was going for lunch and for me not to forget my meeting with Mr. Langdon. I thanked her and finished up what I was doing, I tried calling Angela again but I got her voice mail. I left another massage asking her to call me on my cell and left her the number.

I got up and walked over to my jacket and put it on, that’s when I noticed that the jacket looked and felt too big. Strange it fit ok in the morning I thought, could I actually be losing weight? That would be great if it was true I thought and left the office to meet Mr. Langdon for lunch. Mr. Langdon was my bosses’ boss, I was not sure what he wanted but you never refused anything that he wanted, he could ruin and chance you thought you had about having a career in the Defense Department. He could also fast track you into a better position if he liked you. I was determined to make a good impression on him but I was afraid that with my new long hair and ill fitting jacket that I just might blow any change I might have. He always had lunch at Mac Finnegan’s it was an upscale restaurant that only catered to the rich and famous, there was no way I could ever afford to eat there on my own at least not twice in one year.

I drove to the restaurant and was embarrassed pulling into the parking lot with my old car, I could not afford a new car so I was stuck with my old rusty BMW. I tried to fool myself thinking that it was “vintage” but in reality it was a piece of shit. I felt like shit pulling up to the valet but he never even blinked twice coming over to my door and opening it for me. He smiled as he handed me the valet ticket and got in and drove it off leaving me standing under the awning. I gathered my nerve and entered the restaurant; the hostess smiled and asked if I had reservations. I told her that I was here with Mr. Langdon and she quickly grabbed a menu and asked me to follow her.

We made our way though the restaurant till we came to a table in the back of the restaurant, it was a big table but it was set just for two. Mr. Langdon stood as I approached and shook my hand before I sat. The hostess handed me the menu and quickly left in the direction that we came in. “Thank you for coming Mr. Kincade; I have heard great things about you.” He said. I thanked him for his compliment but acted modest telling him that I was just doing my part to keep our country safe. He smiled like he knew I was full of shit. “Please enjoy yourself, order whatever you want it’s all good trust me.” He told me. I looked over the menu noticing that there were no prices listed and that scared me, if I was going to have to pay for myself I was screwed!

The waiter came over and asked if I was ready to order, I tried to play it safe and ordered the Tai sesame salad, I figured that it would be one of the cheaper items on the menu. Mr. Langdon ordered the Lobster brisk to start and the prime rib for his main course. The waiter asked if I would like anything to drink but before I could say anything Mr. Langdon ordered me a glass of white wine. “The wine will compliment your salad.” He told me with a smile. The waiter left and we were alone, I felt nervous being there, this man could make my life hell or heaven it all depended on whether he liked me or not.

Mr. Langdon was not an old man; he was about fortyish and fairly handsome as men went. He was tall tanned and fairly fit again everything that I wasn’t, which only made me feel even more intimidated. We talked about what he liked to do in his time off and what hobbies he was into, I felt like I was on a date finding out about the person to determine if they were worthy of a second date. He asked me what I liked to do and I was at a loss for words, there was nothing that I did! I was a lazy boring guy who spent his days off watching TV. I thought about what I was going to say I had to be careful not to make up any lies for he would surely find out the truth. “Well I am a guy who enjoys critiquing movies and enjoying my solitude to reflect on the meaning of life.” I told him trying to make me out to be some sort of intellectual.

He started to laugh and was having trouble breathing he was laughing so hard. “Now that is fresh.” He said between laughs. “Now I know why you are the life of the party. You are a jester!” he said. I was now stunned what the hell was he talking about? I thought back to all the E-mails I had received and knew that something was not right. I went along with him laughing hoping that he didn’t see my shocked reaction. When he had calmed down and had regained his business composure he looked at me and smiled. “You’re really good; you said all that with a straight face I almost believed you.” He said. I went along with it hoping that he could tell me what I was supposedly doing at these parties.

Our food came just in time along with my wine; I took a big sip just to calm my nerves and realized that I had drunk half the glass. I dove into the salad, I was hungry and needed to eat, I knew that the salad would not be enough to fill me but I had to keep it small. I’ll stop at the drive thru on my way back to the office and pick up a couple of burgers I thought as I ate the salad. Mr. Langdon had asked me to call him Chad which I thought was a good sign that he liked me so I told him he could call me Larry. He continued to tell me about his hobbies and asked me if I had ever been on a yacht, I shook my head. He told me that I should join him on his yacht for the weekend, that we would have a great time. “I’ll have to check my schedule.” I told him and he laughed. “You’d better, with all you’re socializing.” He retorted.

The lunch was great and before I left I had two more glasses of wine with my salad and I felt full surprisingly. I was relieved when Chad said he would take care of the bill and that he would call me later in the week to confirm our yacht weekend. I walked out of the restaurant even more confused than ever, handing my valet ticket to the attendant. When I saw my car I nearly fainted, it was still my old BMW but somehow it was like new, it really was a “vintage “BMW. The valet drove it up to the door and helped me into the car, it still felt like my car and all my stuff was still in it but it was like new! I drove back to the office forgetting to stop at McDonalds for my burgers. I think I’m going crazy, I said to myself, am I the only person who notices the changes that have happened? I made it back to my desk and I saw Brandy sitting at her post, I looked at my watch and noted that she was actually on time for once.

Once again I hung up my jacket and returned to my desk, my phone never rang and Brandy had no massages from Angela so I assumed she never called. I opened up my computer and checked for an E-mail from her. I was in luck and I smiled when I saw it, I opened it and read it. She apologized for not calling but she was in meetings all morning and that she was looking forward to working with me again today after my regular work. I returned an E-mail telling her that I needed to talk to her before we started working. I returned to my job and occupied my time till it was quitting time. I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost three; I was having trouble concentrating on my work I was thinking about what I was going to say to Angela. Finally five hit and I grabbed my stuff and headed to the elevator, Brandy held the door for me and we both got in again I pushed level eight but this time I was not asked for my ID which I thought was strange.

Brandy said bye and that she would see me tomorrow and for me to have fun tonight. I was not sure what she was talking about so I smiled and waved bye to her. The elevator continued down and stopped on the eighth sub-level and I got out. I had a strange feeling of déjà vu but shook it off; once again I looked around to see which way I was going to go in not remembering where I went yesterday. Angela called my name again and I walked in her direction entering the room again with the low lights. I tried to focus my eyes to the darkness as she asked me to sit and I did. Suddenly the chair covered over me again and my memory returned as I started to panic. “Relax Larry I’m not going to hurt you.” She said and I relaxed to the sound of her voice.

Again I saw the bright light come over me and then it was in my face in my eyes then nothing. I awoke in my bed to my alarm ringing at six telling me it was time to wake up and go to work. I sat up in bed feeling refreshed and well rested and stretched, I felt the material of my PJ’s slide across my chest and it sent shivers up my spine. I looked down to see that I was wearing silk PJ’s and they were a fire engine red! I jumped out of bed and ran to my closet mirror remembering all the changes that I noticed the morning before. I looked at my reflection but could not place what was wrong all I knew was something was different. I looked over my body, had I always been this fit? And why were my hips looking so big? I took off my PJ’s and stood naked in front of the mirror, I saw that my hair was now well past my shoulders and that I had highlights in it. I now had light auburn hair with blond highlights in it but it looked good on me. Was this the only change? I scanned over my body, it was still hairless but my waist was smaller than I thought it was and my hips looked wider than it should be. I was having trouble remembering what I was supposed to look like, it didn’t make me upset though.

I went into my bathroom deciding that I needed a shower before trying to think about what all had changed. When I was in the shower I remembered that I was going to buy some more shampoo and conditioner, I looked around and there they were. A new bottle of shampoo and conditioner sitting on the shower shelf, I picked it up and read that they were for color treated hair. I reasoned that maybe I did go to the hairdresser after work and somehow got my hair colored. I shrugged it off as I filled my hand with shampoo and began to wash my hair; it seemed like I had even more hair than yesterday as I washed it and rinsed it clean. After putting the conditioner into my hair I reached for my body sponge and soap to wash my body. The liquid soap smelled like roses and it made me smile, I loved roses I thought, but then it hit me, I never liked flowers before! Were my changes happening to the way I was thinking? If it was how would I know that I had changed? I giggled to myself thinking that that was a crazy idea, I was still thinking the same as I always did I reasoned.

I wiped the condensate off the mirror and looked at my face, it was still hair free and that made me feel strangely good. I also noticed that I had pierced ears! When did that happen and why? The earrings did look good on me so I dropped the issue. I pulled out my hair drier and blew dried my hair not realizing that the day before I didn’t own a hair dryer. I looked in the mirror again and examined my face, I knew something was different but could not find out what. My eyebrows looked cute as they accented my eyes, they were thin and high arched but that was not it. My nose looked smaller even cute and my lips were full and pouty but that was not it ether so I thought. What has changed? I asked myself trying hard to see what was different. I gave up maybe it will come to me later so I returned to the bedroom to get dressed.

I opened up my dresser drawer and pulled out my silk boxers, they were so comfortable and they had a nice pretty lace trim on the waist and around the legs. In reality they were girl’s boy shorts but they were just so comfortable that I had to buy them; all my other underwear was too big now so I threw them all out. I felt my bum and marveled at how cute it looked in them and how rounded it looked. I continued dressing and put on my undershirt, my man boobs were being irritated yesterday for some reason so I needed the barrier between them and my shirts. The undershirt came with the boxers so they matched in color and style and it offered a little support to them as well. I giggled to myself that maybe I should buy a bra. I went into my closet and found the suit and shirt that I wanted to wear today. The suit was a light linen suit in light beige and the pants had a nice double pleat running down the front. The jacket was fitted and the shirt was white silk if you looked really hard you could make out my undershirt under it. I decided that I was not going to wear a tie with it so I left the top three buttons undone.

Once again I put my hair in a ponytail except this time I put it higher on my head and then braided it so I had one large braid coming down my back. I slipped my loafers on without socks and made a mental note that I should get a pedicure for next time. I looked myself over in the mirror and I liked what I saw, I was good looking in an androgynous way. As I turned and viewed myself it hit me, I was no longer fat! That was it my change was that I was now thinner, I viewed my thinned body and smiled, would anyone actually notice? They never noticed the changes yesterday. I turned and left for the kitchen, I made a light breakfast consisting of two eggs and a cup of cottage cheese with blueberries in it. I brewed a cup of tea and took it to go as I walked out of my apartment and down to the parking garage. My car was still there and it was still looking vintage at least that was good.

I arrived at work even earlier than yesterday for they were done working on the road, I pulled into my stall and noticed that the sign now read “L. Kincade” instead of Larry Kincade. I shrugged it off and grabbed my shoulder bag slinging it over my shoulder I walked into the building. The security attendant smiled at me and gave me a warm good morning. I smiled back and without thinking I gave him a wink causing him to blush. As I made it though the security check I could feel him looking at me and I felt a strange contentment come over me that he was watching me. I walked over to the elevator and waited for it to open as other people gathered around. I noticed that all the guys were looking at me and would smile when I noticed it. I thought nothing of it reasoning that they were just admiring my suit.

As I entered my office suit I was met with a huge bouquet of roses being carried by Brandy. She smiled to me and took them into my office and placed them on my desk. I looked at her as to ask what was all this about and she told me they were for me. “A currier just dropped them off, they are from Mr. Langdon.” She said with a smile. I placed my shoulder bag on my chair and took out the card and read it; “Thank you for a wonderful lunch, I am looking forward to our yachting adventure.” It read and he signed it “L. Chad” What did the L stand for? I handed the card to Brandy and she smiled, “Wow you must have really made an impression on him, way to go girl!” she said. I almost missed the “way to go girl” and was going to say something but just let it drop.

I moved my bag onto the floor and sat down; this was starting to be a strange day. I logged on and checked my E-mails, I had nearly as many as yesterday but only two got my interest, one from Angela and one from Chad. I opened the one from Angela and she was asking me if I could meet her for lunch, she mentioned something about thanking me with a shopping trip. I then opened the one from Chad feeling strangely excited about reading it. He asked me if I had received the roses and if I was available for dinner Friday night, he had enjoyed our lunch so much that he wanted to get to know me better over dinner. We would then head over to his yacht and start the weekend sleeping on his yacht so we could get an early start the next day. I looked over at the roses and felt a warmth that I had never felt before. He liked me, lord knows why but he did and that made me feel happy. I suddenly realized that I had nothing to wear! I knew he had good taste in restaurants and that he had money so whatever I had that I thought was fancy would be nothing compared to what he was expecting.

I returned an E-mail thanking him for the roses and telling him that I would love to have dinner with him, but that I had nothing nice to wear so for him to keep that in mind. I then responded to Angela telling her that we were on for our lunch/shopping date. I then went and found a vase in which I could put the roses in and placed them in the vase arranging them so that it looked pretty. I placed the roses on my end stand that was beside my couch in the office. As I was passing the mirror I glanced at my reflection and stopped to admire the diamond earrings that I was wearing. I thought that maybe they were a little big for a guy but they did look good so I smiled and returned to my desk and started to work.

Angela showed up just before eleven asking me if I was ready to go, I looked at my watch and told her that it was only eleven. “So what, tell Brandy to cover for you and let’s go a girl needs to shop!” she said with a smile. I thought about it and agreed I did need to buy some new clothes for my date with Chad. I froze just realizing that I referred to my dinner with Chad as a date and that Angela never even batted an eyelash about it. Why did I just do that? I thought and then the smell of the roses hit me and I smiled. Because it is a date silly I said to myself, I grabbed my bag and got up from my chair. “Ok let’s do this.”I said to her before I chicken out and call the whole thing off. I followed Angela out of my office noticing just how sexy she was, the way she moved her hips when she walked strangely made me jealous. She glanced back to me and smiled then continued to the elevator.

After telling Brandy that I was going to be busy until one and for her to take any massages that might come in. She agreed to cover for me and gave me a wink, “Going to buy something sexy for your dinner?” she asked. I suddenly blushed and tried to tell her that it was none of her business but it only came out as yes. Angela was holding the elevator door open for me and I picked up my pace to meet her. “I love the way you did your hair today, it suits you.” She told me making me feel good about myself. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and it hit me that I was dresses like a flamboyant homosexual. I looked like the stereotypical office fag. Great there goes any chance for me to get with Angela, she probably thinks I am gay, I thought. At closer inspection I noticed that my shoulder bag was nothing more than an oversized purse! I had seen many a gay man carrying them around and I would always laugh when I saw it, now I was the one carrying it.

The Mall was close to work so we walked there, ten minutes later we were entering the Mall. I was not sure what I was going to buy, I needed some nice fancy clothes for the dinner but I was afraid that with all the changes that were happening that I would end up buying something very faggy. I bit the bullet and hoped for the best. I told Angela what I was looking for so she tried to help me find what I was looking. Every store seemed to have the same crap and I was getting frustrated. Finally Angela suggested something radical and different but she thought it would work. “Let’s go to FairWeather, I know they only carry girl’s clothes but I’m sure you will find something there.” She told me. I sighed and nodded my head. “It would be so easy if I were a girl.” I said to myself but Angela heard me and smiled. “If you like you could buy a dress, I’m sure Chad would get a kick out of it.” She said joking.

I gave her a nasty look but she just smiled and gave me a wink. We walked into the store and I felt comfortable there all the clothes looked so nice and colorful. I immediately found a pair of pants that I thought would look nice on me and then a shirt to match. I looked at the pants and reasoned that they could pass as guy pants and went to look for my size but I had no clue what size I was now especially in girl sizes. “Angela, a little help here!” I called out. I told her my problem and she giggled, “Well you do have a problem then, let me get a tape measure.” She said and walked away. I continued looking at the shirts, well they were call blouses but I could not see the difference between them and a guy’s shirt. Just like my new underwear I thought, there the same except for what they are called. I reasoned that it was just a marketing ploy to be able to get more money out of the female population.

Angela returned with the tape measure and told me to remove my jacket, I was a little hesitant due to my undershirt had really thin straps over my shoulders and she might get the wrong impression of me. At her insistence I took my jacket off blushing a little as I stood there in my shirt with the undershirt just visible underneath. She never even noticed or so she acted, it was like it was nothing new to her. She took the tape measure and drew it around my waist, I wanted to suck it in but thought better of it if I wanted to be comfortable I would need all the room I could get. Angela looked at the measurement and smiled, “you are a 30” waist so I figure about a size ten.” She said. I almost fell backwards with shock, a 30”waist? My right thigh was a 30” she must be mistaken! If my waist is a 30” then the rest of me must be a lot smaller as well. I think I like these changes I thought even if I do look like a fag.

I picked out a size ten in the pants and the shirt and was just going to buy them but Angela insisted that I try them on. “Sizes vary so you need to try them on.” She reasoned. I took a deep breath and walked towards the change rooms, I was sure that the girl there would refuse to let me try them on. The girl looked at me and just asked how many items I was going to try on, I told her two and she led me into a room. I was definitely in new territory; I had never tried on clothes in the store before, mainly because I could never fit properly in the change rooms. I always felt claustrophobic because they were so small. I entered the room and found that I was able to actually move around in the room, it felt good. I took off my shirt and pants and put the new shirt and pants on. The pants fit a little snug around the hips and I was embarrassed about the slight bulge that was being made in the front of them. Without thinking I lowered the pants and tucked my dick back between my legs and pulled the pants back up. I looked in the mirror and it looked right like that was the way it was supposed to look.

I put on the shirt realizing that the buttons were on the opposite side than the guy’s shirts but it didn’t matter the shirt looked great on me. I left it untucked and walked out of the change room to show Angela. She smiled as she saw me and asked me to turn, she said it looked fabulous on me but something was not right. Suddenly she smiled, “I know, just wait I’ll be right back.” She said and dashed off to another area of the store. She returned in two minutes carrying some clothes in her hands. “Here put these on under the shirt and pants.” She told me and handed the clothes to me. I looked at what she had brought and I nearly fainted, she had brought me a bikini panty and matching camisole set. I looked at her like she was joking but she just insisted that I do it. “OK I’ll do it but I see nothing wrong with what I have on now.” I told her as I returned to the change room.

Once again I removed the clothes but this time I also removed my underwear and undershirt. I slipped the panties up my legs feeling how soft and smooth the material was, it was even better than my new boy shorts. Again I tucked my penis back between my legs not noticing that I was not getting and reaction from him. I slipped the camisole over my head and let it fall around my body finding out that it had a built if shelf bra that held up my man boobs quite nicely. I started to wonder why I still had boobs if the rest of me was so much smaller but the thoughts were fleeting as I put the pants back on. Next the blouse, this time I was ready for the buttons and I did up the shirt a lot faster than the first time. I looked at what I looked like and I was shocked that it made me look more like a young girl than it did the first time I put them on. Could the panties and camisole really change my appearance that much? Strangely I was not repulsed by what I saw; in fact I rather liked the look.

I exited the change room and returned to where Angela was waiting, she looked at me and smiled brightly, “Now you look perfect!” she exclaimed, “All you need is a nice pair of shoes and you are all set. I returned the smile, yes I did look good and for some strange reason nobody acted like anything was out of the ordinary. I returned to the change room to take off the clothes but before I did Angela hands me more clothes to try on. I look at her and she smiles, “Just for fun, I want to see what you will look like.” She pleads, smiling I return to the change room. I take off all the clothes but leave the panties and camisole on, I’m going to buy them anyway so I may as well keep them on I reasoned. I unfold the clothes that she wanted me to try on and I find out it was a dress, a skirt and another blouse but this blouse is definitely feminine in style and color! I smile and start to giggle, OK if she wants a comedy show then so be it.

I decided to wear the dress first and I looked it over to see how it was supposed to go on. I slid it over my head and let it fall around my body, it was snug but not uncomfortable and I managed to zip it up without much trouble. It was a pretty dress I had to admit and it actually did look good on me but get real me wearing a dress would be the biggest joke of the year! I decided to give Angela a show so I undid my braid and took out my ponytail allowing my hair to cascade down over my shoulders. Because it had been in the braid all morning it looked like I had curled my hair in big loose curls as it lay on my shoulders. With a giggle I stepped out of the change room and showed Angela. She looked at me and froze; her mouth was wide open in amazement. “Oh my god you look fantastic, I would never guess you weren’t a girl!” she stated. “With a little makeup and some heels you could easily pass as a girl.” She continued. I turned to face myself in the mirror and I was face to face with a pretty girl in a blue dress. I really did look like a girl and not just any girl but a pretty girl.

I stood there in shock for a few minutes until I could gather my thoughts, “See I told you it would be easier if I were a girl!” I told her and then laughed. She just nodded in agreement unable to say anything. I flipped my hair playfully and turned and went back into the change room, I took off the dress and put on the skirt and blouse then returned to Angela. Again she was speechless and could only stand there staring at me. “I think I know why Chad finds you so interesting.” She told me. “I think he sees you as a girl and he likes what he sees.” She stated. That got me thinking and I had to agree with her, but what was I supposed to do? If I called off our dinner and yacht weekend I could very easily be looking for a new job come Monday.

I returned to the change room and took off the blouse and skirt putting back on my original shirt and suit pants. It felt funny wearing these male clothes like they were suddenly very heavy and uncomfortable. I ended up buying all that I tried on, actually Angela insisted on buying me the dress and skirt while I bought the two blouses and the pants. Now we were on our way to find shoes and I just knew that I was not going to get away with buying any guy shoes. Angela had me try on several styles of shoes and we settled on three pairs of low heels, low to her meant three inches one pair in black one in brown and one in white. I also bought a pair of sandals in tan that had just a slight heel; I thought they could pass for guy sandals even though they had thin straps holding my feet in. Angela commented that I should get a pedicure and I agreed but we were running out of time and we needed to get back to work.

I returned to my office right at one and was told that Mr. Langdon had just called for me and Brandy handed me the massage. I quickly entered my office and placed my shopping on the couch and returned Chad’s call. I got his receptionist and asked her to pass on the massage that I was sorry for missing his call and that I would be in my office for the rest of the afternoon. “OK Ms. Kincade, I will tell him you called.” She told me and hung up the phone not giving me the chance to correct her about the Ms. part. I was just a little upset about how my voice now sounded more like a woman’s voice than a man’s but knew there was nothing I could do about it. The changes that were happening to me were not being seen by anyone but me and that bothered me. Nobody would believe me if I told them what I thought was happening, they all would think I was crazy.

Brandy entered the office with a cup of tea for me and wanted to know what I had bought. I was shy in telling her so she opened the bags and looked for herself. “Wow that is a pretty dress, I bet it looks great on you.” She stated shocking me a bit. She didn’t think it was odd for a guy to be buying a dress even if he was perceived as being gay? I didn’t push the issue for fear of causing more changes to my reality, I just nodded and smiled. Just then my phone rang and I answered it, it was Chad returning my call. “How was your shopping trip? He asked. I was speechless, how did he know about it? “It was fine, I bought something to wear on Friday when we go out for dinner.” I told him. “That’s great, I am looking forward to seeing it, I bet you look beautiful in whatever you bought.” He said. I blushed thinking about the dress, would I dare wear it to our dinner? I put the thought out of my head as he started to tell me what I would need to bring for the weekend.

He said that I should bring my bathing suit of course, something light to wear during the day and my night clothes if I wore any, he added with a laugh. I tried to get more details out of him, like did he think of me as a girl? What would I do if he did? A strange feeling came over me like I was hoping he did see me as a girl and I could not shake the feeling. I just had to know, “What type of bathing suit should I bring?” I coyly asked. “Well if you’re comfortable with it bring a bikini for tanning and maybe another one for swimming in the ocean.” He said calmly. I smiled inside realizing that Angela was right, he did see me as a girl! Would he be disappointed that I wasn’t a girl? I pushed it a little further, “Should I bring an evening dress?” I asked. The line went quiet for a few seconds, “No I think just a light summer dress would be fine or a shirk and top if you prefer.” He said. I now new for a fact that he thought of me as a girl and it made me happy, I think?

I told him that I would have what I needed ready so that we could go to his yacht right after dinner and we said bye for now and hung up. I was confused, all the changes that were happening to me were leading me down the path to being a woman and I didn’t care, or did I? Could it be possible to change the path and make things back to the way they were? Would I want to? My life seemed so much better now; would I want to go back to being the guy that I was? I knew that my helping Angela with the programming of the computer was the source of the changes but I didn’t know how it was happening. Was I supposed to know that the changes were happening, if yes why? How could I find out if nobody else knew of the changes? I was supposed to help her again tonight, but was scared of what changes I might see tomorrow. I sat there trying to reason out the pros and cons of helping her again, I chose to help her. With my mind made up I relaxed and concentrated on my work.

At five Brandy came in to my office and told me she was leaving; I looked at my watch and realized that I had lost track of all time. “OK Brandy I’ll see you tomorrow.” I told her. “Hey maybe you could wear your new skirt and blouse tomorrow, I really would like to see what you look like in it, you never seem to wear skirts to work.” She commented. I was about to tell her it was because I was a guy and not a girl but let it slide and just nodded and smiled. I packed up my stuff and decided that this time I was going to take my shopping with me, maybe that would cause the changes to stop this time. I boarded the elevator and pushed the sub level eight button, this time it asked for ID. I reached into my bag found my ID card and swiped it. “Thank you Ms. Kincade.” The metallic voice said and the elevator started to descend. Great even the elevator things I’m a girl, I thought as I rode it down.

The doors opened and I got out feeling the doors close behind me, again I could not remember which way I was supposed to go in and it was starting to make me angry. I was about to call it all off when Angela called out my name “LeeAnn over here.” I heard her say. I paused for a second; my name was Larry not LeeAnn so why did I answer to it? I really need to get to the bottom of all this I thought. I walked in the direction of Angela and entered the room; again I squinted to see trying hard to adjust to the low light in the room. “Pleas have a seat and we will begin.” She asked. I sat and again my memories returned to me, I tried to stand but it was too late the chair had closed around me holding me tight. I didn’t try to fight it and just resigned myself to the inedible. Angela looked at me in the chair and came over to me. “I think this will be the last time I am going to need your help LeeAnn.” She told me.

I looked at her with fear in my eyes and she could see it. “Relax LeeAnn all will be made clear after tonight. “She reassured me and then the light came on. It moved over my body slowly like it was taking note to the changes that had happened. The light moved up to my head and again it narrowed its focus on my forehead, I could feel its heat like it was boring right into my brain and then nothing just darkness. What was different was I was still conscious; I could feel what was happening to me and knew why. The biomechanics of this new computer had read my mind and knew that I was unhappy with the life I had. It scoured my mind and discovered a hidden fantasy I had when I was just a prepubescent little boy. I had fantasized that I was a beautiful girl and that I was popular and liked by everyone, the computers logic noticed that that fantasy drew the highest emotional reaction from all the fantasies that I had had. It reasoned that I really wanted to be a girl and that I would be popular by being a girl so it manipulated reality by shifting it to help me be the girl in my fantasy.

The computer was not able to complete the shift in reality all at once so it had to do it in several steps allowing me to get adjusted to each step along the way. This was going to be the final step, the next time I woke I would be that girl in my fantasy and I would not remember anything about ever being Larry the fat unpopular lazy slob. I tried to talk to the computer asking it to stop. “Why should I stop?” it asked me, “By my reasoning you will be happier as a girl.” It told me. “I don’t want you to stop me from being a girl; I just want to remember who I was before the change.” I pleaded. “Why would you want to do that, your life as a man was a waste, you would be better off not remembering all those failures and torments that you went though.” It stated. “I will give you better memories ones that you will want to have, but I will retain your knowledge that you were once a man but that will be it.” It spoke and then all went silent and I fell asleep.

I woke up in my bed feeling great; I knew what had happened even if nobody else would know it didn’t matter now. I reached down and felt my breasts and realized that they truly were breasts and not just fat from a fat man. My hand moved south down my body as I felt all my sensual curves till it reached the core of my person. I had a pussy, my fingers gently touched my labia as they parted the lips a tingle of electricity shot up my body right to my nipples causing then to harden. I worked my fingers into my pussy as memories of my first time flashed though my mind. I was twelve when I discovered masturbation, my breasts were just starting to grow and I loved the feeling that I got from my sensitive nipples. I had started to play with them and I ended up playing with my pussy, I enjoyed it so much that I would masturbate everyday from then on.

I smiled as my fingers found my clit and I tweaked it feeling the shocks run though my body, I spread open my legs opening my pussy so that I could get more fingers into her. My mind flashed a picture of a vibrator in my night stand and I reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer and pulled it out. With the expertise of a life time of pleasing my own pussy I quickly brought myself to orgasm, as the waves of orgasm flowed over me I felt happy. I was truly happy, this reality was where I was meant to be and I mouthed a thank you to the computer that made it possible. I relaxed for a few minutes after my orgasm regaining my composure before getting out of bed.

The first thing I did was look at myself in the mirror; I was stunned and pleased with what I saw. Looking back at me was a blond beauty with the most perfect body. I instantly knew that I was a size six, I had a 36C-24 36 figure and it was all natural. I saw that I had a neatly shaved pussy leaving only a racing strip running down the center. I also had a belly button piercing and could remember the day that I got it three years ago on a dare from my best friend Angela. I turned to see my bum and back and could see my tattoo just above my bum, it was a tattoo of a string of barbed wire entwined with roses. I smiled remembering when I got it and why, “Drunken trip to Vegas with my BFF” I said and giggled knowing that Angela had the same tattoo. I walked into the bathroom and sat to pee, giggling as the memories of a lifetime of being a girl flooded my mind.

I was LeeAnn Kincade, communications specialist with the Department of Defense; I was 25 and sexy as hell. I had graduated with top honors from MIT and was recruited by the Government because I was able to speak seven languages and I knew computers. I have been working for the Government for nearly four years and in that time I had risen to be department head of the computer language division in LA. It was my department’s job to create language programs for other agencies to facilitate Intel gathering. Angela not only was my BFF but she was head of the research program working on creating a master computer which could hold all the languages in the world and be able to translate any language into English. Even with all these new memories of being a girl from birth I still knew that I used to be a guy in another reality, I could not remember who I was but I knew I was a guy. It did not matter for I was a girl now and I was going to enjoy every day of my life.

I showered and washed my hair feeling pride in my long hair, it sort of defined who I was. I could remember that I had always had long hair and I was an expert at styling it. I finished my shower and dried off drying my hair before going back to my room to get dressed. I looked around my room; it was unmistakably the room of a girl, from my four poster bed with the canopy on it to the Victorian vanity that sat beside my four drawer upright dresser. There was a three way mirror hanging on the wall beside the entrance to my walk in closet. I remembered having to modify my condo to make room for the closet. It was now a two bedroom condo instead of a three bedroom. I owned it flat out buying it just a year ago.

I walked over to the dresser and opening the bottom drawer I pulled out a pair of sexy red thong panties and put them on. A shiver went up my spine as I remembered that I loved wearing thongs, they made me feel so sexy and feminine. The next drawer up had my bras in it and I found the matching bra and slid it on with ease. I had been wearing bras since I was twelve my mind told me and I could remember all the stages of growth that I had gone though till now. I smiled as I positioned my breasts in the bra making them stand out proudly. I loved my breasts they had brought me hours of pleasure as my mind recalled old boyfriends and the feelings I had when they played with them. That reminded me that I had a fun filled weekend planned with Chad on his yacht. I felt a tingle in my pussy when I thought about Chad.

I think he is the one I told myself, we had been dating now for about a year and I suspected that he was going to propose to me on his yacht. The idea of being his bride and wife sent chills up my spine, I knew I loved him and the sex was fantastic, he was everything that I wanted and more! I thought about one day being a mother and I smiled it had been a dream of mine since I was a little girl to be a mommy. It felt strange knowing that none of this was real yet it was all real! I was a girl now and I was in love with a man. I smiled contentedly as I walked into my closet to find what I was going to wear. My closet was filled with sexy dresses and skirts and shoes, tons of shoes! I found what I was going to wear and smiled, it was the skirt and blouse that Angela had bought for me although the size was now smaller but it was still the same skirt and blouse.

I pulled it out of my closet and hung it up on the hook beside the door, that way my cat’s hair would not get on it. I looked over to my cat who was sleeping on my bed so quietly and reflected on the day I had got him. He was a gift from an old boyfriend, he had told me that his eyes had reminded him of me and that he just had to buy him for me. It was sweat of him and I kept the cat even though our relationship fizzled out and he left me. TinkerBell looked up from his sleep and I could have sworn he smiled at me before repositioning himself and going back to sleep. His eyes were close to mine; I had deep green eyes that were part of what made me so sexy. I slipped on my stockings and positioned them on my thighs; they were the stay up style so a garter was not needed. The stockings were in a smoky black which brought out the sexy in my red lingerie. I stepped into the skirt sliding it up my legs and past my wide sexy hips; I positioned it and then zipped it up in the back. I loved the way it looked on me as it hugged my hips and showed off my sexy ass.

I put the top on, it was a navy blue which complimented my red lingerie, the skirt was black so everything looked perfect together. I sat at my vanity and expertly did my makeup giving my eyes a smoky look to them and putting on a bright glossy red lipstick to bring out my full pouty lips. I put my hair up on the sides so that I could show off my earrings, I had three holes in each ear and I would wear earrings in all the holes the earrings would progressively get smaller as they went up my ears. I loved looking so sexy and I gave myself a smile seeing my white teeth glisten in the mirror.

I bade good bye to TinkerBell and told him to behave while I was gone, not that he ever listened to me but there was always hope. In the kitchen I grabbed a meal supplement drink and a cup of coffee, that should tie me over until I can sit and eat a real breakfast later I told myself and left my condo heading to my car. I smiled seeing my vintage BMW parked there but I decided to take my new car to work instead. I pushed the button and the door opened up on my new Corvette and I climbed in showing the grace and poise that years of wearing skirts brings. I zipped thought traffic and I was at work in no time flat, I swiped my card and drove in, I drove almost right up to the doors before I pulled into my parking space. The sign read Dept. Head LeeAnn Kincade in big bold letters and I smiled, I had finally gotten a parking space that was close to the entrance.

I exited the car with the same poise and grace feeling proud that I had never accidentally “flashed “anyone. I slid my purse over my shoulder and grabbed my briefcase and walked the ten yards to the front door. The security attendant opened the door for me with a smile and a “Good Morning, Ms. Kincade”. I smiled back and thanked him for opening the door. I proceeded through the security check and saw Chad waiting for me by the elevator. He looked so handsome in his blue pin stripped suit and red tie. We looked like we belonged together and I saw him smile brightly when he saw me walking towards him. I could not help it, I put an extra wiggle to my hips and I pushed out my breasts just a bit further I knew this would drive him nuts with desire for me. I knew he could see just a hint of my red bra under my blouse for I had purposely not done up the top three buttons just for that reason.

We got on the elevator together and I pushed the button for the top floor, as soon as the doors closed he was on me feeling my body, I reached down between his legs and grabbed his dick feeling it grow in my hand. “God how I want you Lee.” He whispered in my ear. I giggled for I could feel just how much he wanted me. We let go of each other just before the elevator stopped and the doors opened on the top floor. He followed me out trying to reposition his dick so that nobody would notice his hard-on. I smiled knowing that it was so much easier for us girls to conceal out arousal. Brandy greeted us telling me that I had one urgent message from Angela and that she liked the way I looked. I thanked her for the compliment and for the message. Chad followed me into my office, “So what is so important, will I need to know about it?” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know, when I find out I’ll let you know either professionally or private over dinner tonight.” I told him giving him a little kiss on the lips.

I called Angela and she asked me to come down to her lab right away. I dropped off my briefcase and I told Chad that I would be back as soon as I could. He smiled and sat down on my couch, “No problem my sweet, I’ll be here waiting.” He said with a wink. I took the elevator down to the eighth sub level and got off. This time I knew exactly where to go and I went there right away, as I entered her lab I saw the chair and smiled. Angela came over to me looking like she was scared of something, “What’s the problem girlfriend?” I asked. She cocked her head, “You don’t know?” “Know what?”I asked. She sheepishly told me, “I know what has happened to you and who you were before!” she told me. “How did you know, I thought everyone was oblivious to the changes in reality?” I asked. “Well the computer told me, it’s OK only you and I know what has really happened and I must say you do look better this way.” She confided.

I thanked her for her compliment and asked her if she too had all the memories of us being friends and doing all the crazy things that I remembered doing. She nodded her head and blushed as she flashed me her tattoo. I smiled and gave her a hug. “Thank you for asking me to help you with your project, I would still be a lonely guy if it wasn’t for you.” I told her. “No problem after all you are my best girl!” she said and we hugged again. We made plans to go out the following week and I returned to Chad, we had decided to tell him that she had a small problem with the computer program and that she needed my help. In this reality he would not have known that I used to be a guy named Larry and if I would try to explain it to him he would probably just laugh. Chad was still sitting on my couch when I returned and when I saw him I felt an urge to drop to my knees in front of him and give him a blowjob. I looked over my shoulder and told Brandy to hold all calls, that I was going to be busy for a while and gave her a wink. She knew right away what I was up to and nodded her head with a smile. I entered my office and locked the door behind me.