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Harry Jefferson, a 29-year-old warehouse worker, had covered for employees from other departments more than once, especially since his work schedule allowed it. He didn’t work a regular five-day week — his shifts were two days on, two days off — and these “swaps” earned him more money than his base pay.
Today, he was supposed to cover for Rachel McKinley — the smiling, ever-chirping receptionist from the main office. The job seemed like a piece of cake: sit at the front desk, greet visitors, answer calls, transfer lines. The rest was done for you by the ring — put it on, and in the reflection, as well as for everyone else around, you turned into an exact copy of the person you were covering for. Along with that, all the necessary knowledge instantly loaded into your head: where the forms were kept, the names of regular clients, even how to use their weird phone system.
Harry had dealt with this tech before and usually took these side gigs whenever he needed extra cash. But he hated the times when he had to play a woman. The stares from men, the overly polite “compliments,” even just seeing — though only holographic — his own long nails on slim hands and those tits — it all felt weird, wrong, and even humiliating. Still, money was money, and almost no one in the staff, not even Rachel, knew exactly who was covering. Some didn’t even know their coworker was being “subbed in” that day.
— Lunch, huh? — Brian drawled lazily from the storage room behind Harry, clinking some cans around. — Alright, go on then, Rachel. Just don’t take too long.
Harry was about to mumble something back, but suddenly he was hit by a strange, sharp sensation. It wasn’t like anything he’d felt before. A faint shimmer appeared in his eyes, and something dense began pressing from inside his entire body. He blinked, bracing himself against the edge of the desk, and suddenly felt like something was wrapping tightly around him.
— Uh… yeah, — he managed, hearing Rachel’s voice, which didn’t surprise him — the ring that created the hologram also altered his voice. What did surprise him was that the voice sounded a little different — sharper, clearer somehow.
— Something wrong? — Brian peeked out of the storage room, holding a box in his hands.
— Nah, it’s fine, just think I really do need to eat, — Harry replied, walking out of the room.
Only, it clearly wasn’t all fine. Not only did Harry feel like his clothes had somehow changed, but there was also a strange sway in his chest — and not just there. His ass shifted heavily inside the tight fabric, as if stuck to it, and with every step it moved in a way that was impossible to ignore.
— What the… — he muttered, holding his breath for a moment. Something cool and tiny tapped lightly against his neck with every step, like a small drop of metal swinging in sync with his movements. And then...Full story (12 000 characters - 2 parts + add. images) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon