I don't like the way he's looking at me.

When Sally got the Promotion over me I was angry and cross.

I felt like I deserved it more than she did.

I shouldn't have said what I have said.

I should have been happy but instead, I said she only got the promotion because she had a great pair of tits and she only got to promotion because you fucked the boss.

She looked at me with angry eyes and said were very Fury and Fire only a woman could master I wish that you could spend time as a woman in a male-dominated world where you were paid less than a man and were seen as less confident than a man as you did not have a dick between your legs and you was only good for one thing and that was fucking.

I went home that night with her words in my head and I felt bad and I felt like I needed to apologize to her.

Before I could do so the room started to spin and I passed out.

I woke the next morning confused hungover and in shock.

The bright orange retro phone that was now by the side of my bed rang and I picked it up.

A woman's voice said good morning before saying welcome to womanhood and welcome to the 1950s. 

I screamed down the phone where am I what have you done to me?

The woman just laughed and told me when I had learned my lesson and learned the struggles of a woman I could go home back to my own body and time.

If you told me over the next hour or so I would start to have new memories.

Memories of growing up as a girl.

Memories of coming out with my first boy.

Memories of my current life job and family.

She told me I would be all ready for tomorrow when I head off to work.

After a day of a lot of reproaching and crying and trying to understand what had happened to me and why I remembered all these things about being a girl I was ready for my first day back at work the next day.

The next morning I woke and went through a morning routine on sort of autopilot.

I did my hair and makeup.

I got dressed in what I thought was appropriate for the office.

Some of the items women had to wear were confusing and complicated but luckily for me, my body knew what it was doing.

I picked up my handbag and headed off to work.

I worked as a secretary in a large company. 

Having to put up with every sexist pig in the office trying to put their hands up my skirt and look down at my top was a complete a little for nightmare but it was not as bad as what my boss expected of me.