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Brandon had always taken pride in the fact that, after nearly ten years at Johnson & Co., starting as an intern, he had climbed his way up to Assistant Marketing Director — and rightfully so. He had weathered three reorganizations, survived a toxic department head, and twice salvaged projects that could have tanked the team's reputation. He was respected. People listened to him. He knew his worth.
But everything changed on one strange day.
The company signed a contract with a biotech startup called NOVAcore, under which some employees volunteered to test a "psychophysical adaptive form" — an experimental technology capable of temporarily (!) altering a person's body to suit corporate needs. Supposedly for full immersion in focus groups, testing women's products, better understanding of the target audience...
"Temporary body transformation with retention of consciousness and skills," the contract stated. Brandon, always at the cutting edge, signed the document without batting an eye. "Turn into a chick for a couple of days? Easy, if it's for promoting the women's lingerie line," he smirked at the time, naturally thinking about his career and how this would help him achieve more.
— That's it, Miranda. Perfect. Lift it a bit more... — the photographer's voice was almost gentle, but there was that professional coldness, the kind he probably used to command models on autopilot.
Brandon — now officially "Miranda West" — stood, obediently lifting the hem of her short skirt as the camera captured frame after frame. White panties with lace trim, tight stockings, a snug blouse that made her massive tits look downright obscene — all of it was meant to convey "elegant confidence of a businesswoman." But inside, everything clenched with wild humiliation.
'What the fuck am I even doing?!' — the thought pierced her as the flash struck her eyes.
— Excellent, Miranda. Just a few more shots. Turn slightly to show the waistline... and push your chest forward, come on. Like it's your usual pose by the water cooler, got it?
'Usual pose by the water cooler?! This whole thing is fucking anything but usual!' — she nodded, hiding the storm raging inside, and...