Greg's eyes burned from the blue light of his laptop at 3 AM. The USB drive from Monarch contained extensive documentation about the Shift process. His hand absently rubbed the stubble on his chin, relieved to read it would remain.

"At least I won't need to shave my legs anymore," he muttered with dark humor, scrolling through medical diagrams. The thought of having smoother legs than Rachel made him snort.

Research into Monarch yielded surprising results. Despite being the largest female-standard corporation globally, employee satisfaction was remarkably high. Most male complaints centered around mundane adjustments - different underwear choices, sitting to pee, monthly cycles. The medical technology from their Holoform division was cutting edge.

"Greg! Wake up!" Rachel straddled him, her weight pressing into his stomach. Her pretty face was pulled into a pout, brown eyes glistening.

"Mmph?" He blinked away sleep.

"I don't want to be a lesbian," she whined, fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

Greg propped himself up. "Babe, I'll still be a man. Everything else stays the same."

"Oh please," Rachel rolled her eyes. "We'll both have vaginas. That's pretty gay."

She flopped beside him, sighing. "Whatever. Just... find a male-standard job soon, okay?"

"Honey, they're tripling my salary. I'll be making a quarter million minimum."

Rachel's eyes widened. "That much?"

"Yeah. Entry level. Finding another job paying that with my experience..." he trailed off.

"Okay, fine," she conceded. "But start looking anyway?"

The Holoform truck's interior was sterile white, smelling of antiseptic. Greg and Jamal sat nervously on metal benches with the other male employees.

A petite nurse in crisp whites entered, tablet in hand. "Gentlemen, please change into medical gowns. The procedure will conform you to both government and Monarch standards. Each transformation is individually calibrated to your genetic profile."

The cylindrical pods looked like sci-fi sleep chambers. Greg's heart hammered as he stepped inside.

"Relax," the head nurse smiled. "You'll be done by lunch."

A mechanical arm extended. Greg felt a sharp prick, then darkness.

"Procedure complete." An artificial voice roused him.

Stepping out, Greg did a quick body check. The nurse handed him a bag of medications, explaining, "These regulate hormone levels as desired. However, pregnancy will trigger natural feminization."

In the changing room, Greg examined himself in the mirror. His body hair had vanished completely. His nipples had doubled in size, dark and prominent. His skin glowed with an almost ethereal quality - smoother than Rachel's expensive creams could achieve. His Adam's apple had disappeared, though his voice remained unchanged when he tested it.

Then came the moment of truth. Where his manhood had been was now smooth, feminine flesh with delicate pink folds. Greg's throat tightened at the alien sight.

Jamal joined him at the mirror, admiring his own transformed skin. "Thank god my hips stayed normal," he said, though his jeans clearly hugged a rounder behind than before.

"Why are our nipples so... feminine?" Greg asked the head nurse later.

She chuckled. "Legal requirement after past issues with male pregnancy. You have enhanced milk ducts but won't develop breasts."

"And my ass?" Jamal questioned.

"Residual effects from your previous pregnancies. The medication should help maintain your current shape."

Greg fingered the pill bottle in his pocket, wondering if chemistry could really override biology. The weight of his new anatomy felt strange, foreign. Yet somehow... not entirely unwelcome. He pushed that thought aside, focusing instead on how to navigate his transformed body in the workplace - and more importantly, in his marriage bed.