What the company needs

     Mr. Fitzgerald's mustache twitched as a he let out a short, sharp, puff of breath. "Well, son, I'm sorry," he began, "but the company has decided not to hire you at this time. Your application will remain on file for 90 days, after which..."
      I had already tuned him out. They weren't going to hire me? This was my last chance. I didn't know what I was going to do if this didn't work out. Go back and live with Mom and try to find work there? Maybe get some cheap-ass apartment and look for work at McDonald's. This was looking grim.
     "...Digital Limited Enterprises, Inc., wishes you the best in all of your future endeavors. Bye bye, now."
     I despondently walked out of his office, running through a mental list of local bars I could go to to help forget this crap. As I headed for the door, I heard a voice. "Ah, excuse me...Mr. Collins?"
     I looked to my left. It was Mr. Fitzgerald's secretary. Without thinking, I sucked in my growing gut and ran my fingers through my hair. This chick-I had forgotten her name-this chick was the kind of girl you put yourself through 6 years of business school for in the hopes that she'd one day be at your beck and call. Tall and buxom, all curves and no lines. A thick, silky wave of golden-blond hair that reached her shoulders, perfect skin, cute cat-eye glasses and a tight little dress...damn! That mustached buffoon over there is probably too old to appreciate this. Oh well, I thought. If she wants to hook up with me or something at least today won't be a total loss.
     She beckoned for me to come closer. "So I heard Mr. Fitzgerald denied your application?"
     "Yeah...don't worry, though, I'll find something. It's tough everywhere, I guess."
     "Mm-hm...Mr. Fitzgerald and I went over your application, and we both agreed that you were a very qualified candidate, but you just lacked the...the certain something that DLE is looking for."
     "Really? Could you tell me what this "something" is?"
     "Mmmm, it's hard to describe, but if you really want a job here..."
     "I do!"
     "If you really want a job here, I can help you get it." She reached into her purse and produced a small metal case. Snapping it open, she grabbed a small pinkish pill with her fingernails. "You should go some place private and swallow this. It may feel a little weird, but that's just how you know it's working. Afterwards, come back here and I'll see how you feel." She smiled shrewdly. "Of course, you don't have to take it, either. Have a nice day, Mr. Collins."

     I stood staring at the pill, tucked into a crease in my palm. At first, I had figured that her and Fitzgerald were playing some sort of prank on me at best, and had intended to just throw the thing in the bushes outside and head home, but my curiosity had gotten the best of me. I made for a men's room on the first floor and was now debating whether or not to swallow it. The secretary's smile at the end had bothered me. Was she trying to get me high or something? Was it a laxative or some stupid thing like that? Or just a sugar pill and she wanted to just tweak me a little on my way out. "It couldn't be that bad, whatever it is," I said. "They're not going to try to kill me or anything. There's no reason to. Besides, they'd never get away with it." Eventually, I fought my way to the conclusion that whatever it was, she probably meant for me to enjoy it, and maybe she was being serious and it would get me a job here. "Oh well," I said. "Bottoms up."
     I stuffed the pill into my mouth and took a swig of water from the sink. As it slid down my throat, I could feel it tingle. I felt both chilled and overheated at the same time. My skin began crawling and my heart was racing. As freaked out as I should have been, it was a cool feeling, almost euphoric. I felt sweaty, so I began to walk towards the paper towel dispenser, but suddenly I tripped and I had to catch the edge of the sink for balance. What the hell, is my shoelace untied? I thought. I looked down at my shoes, and-
     What the hell happened to my shoes?
     It's like they were growing. No, wait-only a small part in the back was growing, pushing my heels upwards relative to my toes. At the same time, the parts around the middle of my foot were tightening, and the shoelaces and tongues were just vanishing into thin air. It looked like a...like a high heel? What the fuck? I thought I was just seeing things, but the skinny heels kept growing. Why aren't my feet getting squished? I wondered vaguely. As if to answer, the tip of my left shoe popped off and five dainty toes with polished toenails poked out. My whole foot had shrunk. OK, now I was scared. I looked into the mirror to see if the rest of me had changed. No, nothing...then I let out a yipe as I felt a slithery sensation around my ankles. My brown corduroys were shrinking, clinging to my legs and crawling up my shins towards my waist. I could feel them tightening. Bizarrely, my socks were following, slinking upwards under their own power and turning from black and thick to some translucent, silken material that was like...pantyhose. Jesus Christ, that's exactly what it was. An idea was forming in my mind as to what was happening, but for now, I shook it off. It was too bizarre to consider. I'd just wait to see if I was hallucinating. By all rights I should have been pulling out my cell phone and calling 911 or something, but I couldn't walk in these weird-ass shoes, and I was morbidly fascinated to see if this would continue apace...
     It didn't disappoint, as I felt my legs lose their hair and become smoother and sleeker. I looked at them from under my rapidly receding trousers. Even in the dim bathroom light they glowed with a healthy sheen. As the changes reached my knees and continued to my hips, my legs became not only smoother and shinier, but thicker. My bony and pasty thighs began to flesh out, building on themselves as they stretched what was left of my pants outward. I gave my left thigh a slap and it jiggled. Feels real enough, I thought. The wave of transformation was approaching my ass and (dear lord) my dick, and I figured that this would be the final answer as to what the fuck was going on here.
     My pants were no longer pants; what was left of the legs had fused together to create a tight black pencil skirt encircling my still-swelling hips and thighs. The hose followed right behind, sprouting suspenders and garters and working their way to my waist. I felt my ass begin to tingle and braced myself. A wise choice-within seconds, I could feel it burst out from behind me, growing like a water balloon under a faucet. It stretched my new skirt to its breaking point and I could swear I heard a rip. When I felt it was done, I gave a little shake with my waist. My new ass, massive and supple, gave a cheerful response and swayed back and forth for three seconds. I allowed myself a peek around my back. God damn, I'd like to fuck an ass like that. If there was any doubt before, it was all gone now. The pill the secretary had given me was somehow turning me into a woman, and a sexy one at that.
    I couldn't spend much time thinking about it, as the changes began to reach my penis. I sighed. I had hoped that somehow whatever rules governed this magic would leave my cock intact, but I could feel it begin to retract and knew that was to be. My balls were shrinking too, and with a sharp, painful pop, they were sucked somewhere into my cavernous hips.
    Well, what's done is done, I thought. There's no way to reverse this that I can tell, so I'd better just enjoy it. At least I get to stare at myself in the mirror. The changes were reaching my stomach now, and what was happening was the opposite of what happened to my legs. I let out a wheeze as my stomach forcibly pushed itself inward into an hourglass figure. My shirt followed it inwards, but my shirt was changing, too, becoming thicker and darker like my skirt. I felt it fold and twist around my front, and I looked down to see it was turning into a blazer that was slowly buttoning itself upwards. A blazer? I thought. Well, that's kind of dull. I was hoping for a skimpy little button-down with the tits hanging out, like the secretary.
     As if reading my mind, the blazer suddenly stopped climbing upwards. Instead, it spread outwards towards my shoulders and I began to feel a tingle in my chest. I giggled nervously, already knowing what was coming. I felt something shift in my chest, and then the boobs began swelling outwards. They pulled my whole body forward with their ever-increasing weight, growing from tiny growths around my nipples to giant jiggling spheres that stretched from my collarbone to my sternum. A button burst off the front of my blazer and pinged against a stall. They were so huge now that I couldn't see my feet, and were finally slowing down. Reflexively, I grabbed them and squeezed. The flesh was soft and warm under my fingers, and I could almost feel the milk coursing under them. I barely noticed that my hands had become slim and feminine, with my sleeves joining the rest of the thick, black blazer. It barely matter at this point.
     The fat and stubble under my chin began to jitter and vanish. I was left with a sleek, smooth jawline and a cute pointy chin. My lips began to puff up, like they were stung by a bee, until they were twice as big as before. Amazingly, I felt a slick, paintlike material cover them-lipstick. As my face continued to change, my nose shrank to a petite button, my cheekbones moved from nonexistent to high and pert, and my eyelashes spread across my cheeks and brow, revealing brilliant gold-brown eyes. As the lines on my forehead smoothed away, I felt my hair beginning to tingle. My scruffy brown mop began quickly changing into a silky, black curtain, falling sexily across my face and neck and spreading down my back and shoulders. When the last strand tickled the small of my back, I knew it was over, and stepped back to admire myself.
      Goddamn, I look good. I thought. I tried some poses-hair flung over the shoulder, turned head with a coy look, hips cocked and bust out. It jiggled again on the last one. These things are just amazing. I thought. How can women with huge tits think about anything else all day? I giddily set them free and began to play with them again, cupping them and bouncing them around. At that moment, I heard the door open. Oh shit! I'm still in the men's room! I suddenly thought. Well, if you're a woman and you're caught in the men's room playing with your tits, you're already as embarrassed as you're going to be, so I decided to just plow through whatever was coming.
      A chubby, middle-aged employee stepped in and stopped in his tracks when he saw me. Neither of us spoke for a couple of minutes, then he all of a sudden got down on his knees. "God, Jesus," he began, "I know I said that I don't believe in you, and I'm sorry. I know now that you exist, and you want me to be happy. Do this every day, and I swear I'll go to church at least twice a month."

     She turned me into a woman to help me get the job. I'll go in and put the moves on Fitzgerald, and he'll get so hot for me that he'll hire me on the spot. The explanation was crystal clear in my mind, and I wondered why I didn't think of it before. Sure, flirting with him would be kind of gross, and there was the whole issue of what exactly happened to my lease and my driver's license and SSN, and whether I'd be able to change back at all, but for now I was just happy that I had a job.
     And it was impossible not to be happy in this body. Just walking through the spacious lobby was a totally new experience. My new ass and boobs swung and bounced joyously around me like bunch of balloons. My heels clik-claked sexily on the hard tile, and the nylons shifted smoothly up and down my legs. The suit was a little tight, but it was the enjoyable kind of tight-where the tightness itself is comfortable, because you know how good it will feel to bust out of it. As I approached the office, it felt more and more like my body was guiding itself. I strode confidently towards the office through a row of cubicles, towards Mr. Fitzgerald's office. I saw the secretary and gave her a wink. She returned it, knowing exactly what was going on. I knocked on the door, and I heard Fitzgerald's voice exhorting me to come in. As soon as I entered, I heard him draw breath, and could almost hear the blood rushing to his penis. "I heard that your company may be hiring now?" I said sweetly.
     "Well, we, uh...do you have an application? A resume?"
     "Oh, I don't have a resume!" I said with fake shock. "I must have left it at home. I was hosting a wet T-shirt and ice-cream eating contest to raise money for my sorority last night, so, y'know, my mind's been all over the place." I wedged my bodacious ass onto his desk, making sure my dangling jugs were staring him right in the face. "Please hire me," I said with my best pout. "I promise I'll be the best employee ever!"
     "Well, we don't normally...standard procedure is...oh fuck it, you're hired! And if you dress like that every day, I can get you a window office!"
      "Oh, thank you! You're such a sweetie." I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "See you on Monday!"
      I walked out of the office feeling better than I had in months. I considered trying to figure out here I lived now, if it was different, rather than going to the bar. But then I thought, hell, I'll go to the bar anyway. After all, what good's a new car if you don't take it for a test drive?