David stood with his arms folded against his new breasts, looking at his boss Mrs. Carpenter, who could not be more amused by his stance.

"You seem annoyed." She laughed, folding her now lean masculine arms against her now-flat chest. "The arms cross, how your legs and feet are posed, yeah, that's the 'I'm pissed' stance for women."

"Why did you do this? Why did you use that machine on the two of us?"

"Because I wanted to be a younger man and I knew you wouldn't mind so much."

"I do mind!"

"You are literally doing the 'I'm pissed' stance, remember? No man would do it like that. Come on, now. You haven't complained yet about the heels, about the pantyhose, about losing your dick. No, you're fine with it but you want to put on a show so you don't have to admit it."

At that, he sighed. Damn it, she was right! He knew that from the start. He did like this.

"Okay," he said a bit sullenly. "I do admit it."

"Finally!" She said with a laugh. "Now we can move on and get back to what we need to do. At least after a long weekend. Return on Monday fresh and ready. You'll want a few day to get used to having my body. I'm definitely going to have a few days getting 'used' to yours!"