My boss Janet wasn't the best of people she hated men, all men, because they were men. Plus she hated me because, she needed me, she needed me. That's why partly pick on me. She would want me to quit, but I was under a contract, if I quit within a certain time I would lose allot, so I was walking a rope, A boss who didn't like me, but wasn't hostile out-right, but I knew these games to well, besides I knew the game too. I wasn't a saint, but I wasn't the worst guy in the world either. So I have basically nearly three years. It may be 20 or 30 years, I don't know if I can survive another three months. Then when the weekend, appear, a strange old man. Was there in the bar. It was he wasn't the only one there. For some strange reason, I was drawn to him. He learned from me, I bought him a drink or three. Then he told a story that he lived for hundreds of years, he was many people threw those many, many years. So I give him a fifty-dollar bill. I also had so strange notion of Janet if I could change her or be her. Things would be better. Then Monday came around, Janet seemed to be different, even friended to people it was like she was a different person. I don't know what happened to her. And wasn't the only one happy about it. Then I accidentally made a mistake on some minor. But it could cause problems. So, it was too late to get it back to correct it. Then I thought Janet would get her revenge on me. But when I went to her office. She then closed and locked and drew the blinds, then she slowly took her clothes off and slowly moved to me, and she slowly removed my clothes, then she slowly kissed me, over and over again. Then girl rode my male organs. It was fantastic, she asked me if I enjoyed this body, I said yes, do you want this body. I said yes, in a moment of lust. With those moments of lust, I felt something impossible, felt it inside me. Like I was a girl. It was amazing, it was like a dozen or more explosions. When it was over, I noticed a couple of things, I WAS looking at myself, and then I was her/me looking at her/me and myself on the ground. He/ I was smiling at me I hope you enjoy your new life as Janet. Who are you, I/she said to her/him/I, you must have a short memory I was that strange old, you have a drink. And you wish that you be her. Didn't you. I meant to be in charge. Isn't this better this way you could make change for the better. Then what he/I said was true, I have to make, many, many changes, I have to learn to be a girl, two I don't have any real know-how it, you'll learn if you wish I can help, can you change me back, he/I said no. It was a one-way switch. At first, I wanted to be me again, But in a moment it could work. If do it carefully it will work. Within the days and weeks, I adopted being Janet well my version of her. He still stayed around we started to enjoy each other bodies. I started to be more like a girl. I started to be my version of Janet they were amazed at what I could do with the ideas I created as her. What ABOUT MY OLD self well started dating a man and woman. Eventually, we got married. Which wasn't a problem. Even If wanted to I was Janet. And I hoped that I'd get pregnant, another thing that was unknown to me. Which was unknown to women until they were. And what of the former Janet there was, an odd story of an old man claiming that he is Janet, which I'm not going to change things back as is. I'm happy as a girl, as Janet.
