Susan Rice had left the interview feeling like she nailed it. She walked quickly out of the door, her heels clicking in the tile floor as she head back to her car. She got in, locked the doors, and texted her mom, telling her how she thought this might be the job.

Susan had just finished grad school and was now looking make good use of her degree. She had done well at paid internships, but none of them were interested in hiring her full-time, though she managed to get good evaluations and even two letters of recommendation. She had been worried, but just a few weeks after she graduated here she was, feeling like this could be the one.

She didn't even have a chance to drive back to her apartment before the company called. She found a place to park and was elated when they told her she had gotten the job! It was in her field (business statistics) and they wanted her to come in tomorrow for her orientation and to do all the normal hiring stuff. They told her she could dress more casual, just slacks and a decent shirt if she wished, but IF she wanted to wow the bosses more business formal might be advised.

She barely ate and slept the night before she was so excited to have this. When she got up, she expected herself to be exhausted but no, she still had a surprisingly amount of energy, so good was her mood.

She ate a light breakfast, just toast and a cup of tea, then selected her second-best outfit. The black pantsuit was her best, but her navy skirt suit was a close second. With a black shirt underneath it, black pantyhose and the same black heels, she was ready to go.

She got there earlier than even she expected, nearly thirty minutes before she was supposed to arrive. She checked in and waited until about three minutes till when a tall, thin, older woman in a smart pantsuit walked out and met her, directing Susan to follow her.

Susan's mom had been very excited as well, her daughter finally out of school and into the real world. She was very interested to see how her first day was. Around five, she was hoping for a text. Oh well, maybe she got some food or they had her do something a bit later. No worries. At six, she could be eating. Yes, that's it. At seven, her mom texted her phone, no longer able to wait, asking how things went. By ten, she was worried, her husband was worried, and by morning they went to the police.

The police searched her place, found nothing of note, and asked around. No one saw her come home last night. They then went to the company that hired her to see what they could find out.

They immediately talked to the head of security, who happily showed them what security footage they had. It was all at high angles, nothing face-level, and they did see her come in that morning and at five they saw her leave. Her head was down, and she looked to be on her phone. Her car was still at the parking garage, and the head of security did mention two of the cameras stopped working a few days ago, even showing the police the work order. It was to be repaired today. They noted the cars that came and went, but as it was quitting time, that was most of the staff. Unless they caught a break and they could see her in a camera across from the parking garage, it was very likely by the time they suspected someone that person would have been able to get rid of all the evidence of a crime, if there even was a crime.

The police were puzzled at this as they walked out, with one so lost in thought he nearly ran into a woman. Luckily, she stopped in time. He muttered a small "excuse me" and kept going. He caught a glimpse of the outfit, belatedly noticing that it was similar to the skirt suit that Susan was wearing. He looked back and saw the woman turn a corner, and noticed, the face and the hair. Not her, and, wait, did he see facial hair? No, that was just his imagination. His focus must be off.

Xander walked to his office, closed the door, and sat down, crossing nylon-covered legs. That was too close, he thought to himself. His heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest, it was beating so fast!

His heart? He thought with a smile. His heart was gone now, incinerated along with the rest of the incriminating evidence. No, it was Susan's heart that was beating so fast right now, along with her arms that have the goosebumps from that close encounter with the police.

He needed to calm down, and he had just the idea. He got up and walked over to a full length mirror and smiled as he looked at it. Her tan, pretty, young body and his middle-aged, mustached bald head, quite a combination, he thought. It wasn't ideal, but he did need a new body, and any flaw he saw in this dealt more with how his head looked and now how his new body was.

He smiled, opening up his blazer and unbuttoning his shirt, then pulling his bra down. He felt up his tits, smiling at the sensation, those feminine hands caressing his perky breasts. He then used one hand to rub a nipple as the other went lower, going under his skirt and giving his pussy a rub through the pantyhose and panties. He gasped. He soon wormed a hand down his panties, still feeling his breasts up.

He bit his lip as he inserted slender fingers in... oh wow! He shuddered as he stood there, looking at himself, moaning softly as he sped up. He could feel himself get wet and his knees grew weak as he fingered himself.

When he reached orgasm, he was silent, doing his best to keep anyone from hearing. As he felt it overcome him, he nearly fell off, almost losing his balance on his heels. He steadied himself and as it subsided, he got himself cleaned up.

About an hour later, a tall, older woman walked in and smiled at him.

"I see you've already enjoyed one of the benefits of a body like this."

"How..."

"You're not the first person we've done." She said. "So, the clothes are ready, a facial surgery is also ready if you so choose, and everything is tidied up. Oh, and we do recommend you work from home for now. I heard about today, and that was a bit too close. Did you not know?"

"I heard, but I thought they were still at security. I'll be more careful."

"Please." She said. "We guarantee our work and our discretion. We cannot guarantee anything else, understand?"

"Yes, I do." He said, annoyed. "And, yes, I'll work from home for the next few weeks. I do love your work. I'm not going to waste this by being foolish again."

"Thank you. We take pride in our services. Anyway, I'll see myself out. Take care."

As she walked out and closed the door behind her, he was already thinking of what he'd do once the police's trail went completely cold. Just a few weeks and you can do those things. You've waited so long, you can wait a little longer, and even without those things, what he now had below his neck, well, maybe this would give him some time 'exploring' his new body!