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Just got hired (New job 1)

The job offer said I would have to wear a costume of some sorts. When I applied, I thought I would have to wear a costume of a hairy videogame character or cartoon. I was handed a box, my employeer told me “Here’s your costume. I’llwait outside, come out when you’re ready”. Read more

The sales pitch (New Job 4)

The cab driver couldn’t stop looking at me, he almost crashed a couple of times. I paid him, and walked the rest of the way. People, not only men, but women were staring at me too. I got to my former employers office. Ready to comfront him. I didn’t even knock his door, I just kicked it open. I was so full of energy. “You! it is all your fault” I told him. I couldn’t believe I still sounded so girly. “Mrs. Coleman” he said. “Don’t call me that! you very well know I am not her” I yelled at him. “Please, calm yourself down, I will help you. Just close the door.” he said. I closed the door. And turn back at him, ready to hit him in the face. Read more

The dream (New job 3)

After having the weirdest day of my life, I fell asleep with quite an ease. In my dream I wasn’t wearing anybody suit, I was back to my maleself. I filled up my bathtub, and got in. The water was warm, and the soap I was using was relaxing. A few minutes after I noticed my skin was getting kind of wrinkly, so I started peeling it off. With each chunk I took, I revealed a feminine body below it. When I was done, I was a girl again. But this time, I wasn’t scared, it just felt right. I stayed in the tub for hours, just relaxing, admiring my new body. Read more

A new beginning (New job 2)

I took a cab, which in this body was quite easy. On the way back, I inspected the purse I was given. It didn’t have much, just a girly cellphone, some cash, some keys, and an id. “Must be part of the costume” I thought. When the cab parked outside my home I realized I didn’t have my keys, “shit my backpack. All my stuff is in there.” That meant I didn’t have my cellphone either, “how am I going to call them?”. I got the girly cellphone out, but none of the numbers there looked familiar. Then I got the id out, it had my picture, well, that of the bodysuit. I looked at the address, and asked the cab driver to take me there. Read more