Jenny Wright was an accomplished copyeditor and was always being asked to check adverts out for people ready for publication. She’d just received an email from a client asking her to review some advertising…

She called it up on her screen, then gasped in disbelief. The woman featuring in the advert wasn’t a woman, as such. The face was that of her secretary, Sean. However, he was definitely feminised, muzzled, and wearing handcuffs.

The advert was for a new ‘pet’ training centre…

With a shriek, she called Sean in, pointing to the advert on the screen…

Sean was just as mystified and shocked as she was.

Then they saw that there was another attachment to the email…

The second advert featured Jenny. She was dressed in a neat black business trouser suit and was flat chested. There was also a slight bulge in her trousers, and ‘she’ had signs of a five o’clock shadow poking out from behind the muzzle that she was wearing. She was also cuffed, like Sean.

Indignantly, Jenny was straight on the phone to the email sender to complain. They said they hadn’t sent her anything. Someone must have hacked either their account or Jenny’s…

The emails kept coming.

Jenny tried treating them as junk mail and blocking them, the trouble was, they were getting really disturbing.

She just dissolved in a heap when the one came through of her as a man wearing just a chastity cage with her hands shackled behind her back. The people in the images were always muzzled; this was constant throughout.

In the outer office, Sean had also started receiving the images on his email. This was a real shock; Sean’s email wasn’t even on the website yet. They had only just got it up and running…

There was a knock at the door.

“Delivery!”

Sean signed for the package and brought it into Jenny’s office. They carefully opened it together. Two red leather muzzles fell out, along with two pairs of handcuffs. There was no return address, and no keys…

With a shaking hand, Jenny phoned the police…

The police arrived and sat with Jenny and Sean.

What they said, however, was quite a shock…

“Of course you’ve been sent muzzles. You were purchased ages ago. You’re breaking the law by not wearing them.”

“You what!”, said Jenny. “Next, you’ll be saying I’m a man, and Sean’s a woman.”

“Officially, you are”, the officer said. “Your owner has booked sex changes for both of you, for some reason. It’s how they want you.”

“What about how we want to be?”, asked Jenny. “Don’t Sean and I get a say?”

“No, you don’t. It’s all signed and sealed. Now, unless you put your muzzles on voluntarily, I’m going to have to arrest both of you.”

“There’s no chance of that!”, said Jenny. “Do what you sodding well like; I’m not putting that damn thing on!”

“Me neither!”, said Sean.

“OK, suit yourselves”, the officer said.

He just snapped his fingers…

To her shock, Jenny found herself wearing the muzzle, as did Sean.

She mewled and immediately went to remove it. There was no clasp, no fastener. The straps were one piece of leather, firmly and tightly sealed round her head. She yanked and pulled at the leather, but no joy.

“As you didn’t wear them voluntarily, you’ve got the ones with the long inserts”, the officer said. “Don’t blame me if you keep wanting to cough. Now, I’d better organise the sex changes…”

Jenny started backing away, shaking her head, her eyes wide…

The officer snapped his fingers again…

Sean was first. He moaned into his muzzle as the bulge in his trousers disappeared, and the buttons on his shirt strained against the new mounds on his chest.

“There you go, Sean. All done. You’ll find your new clothes stacked on your desk outside. Get changed, then report back to me.”

Crying freely, Sean left the office, with a look back at Jenny.

Jenny then went through a similar process…

After they had ‘changed’ and changed, Jenny and Sean were escorted downstairs and put into the back of a squad car.

“Your owner has given you permission to not be handcuffed, for now”, the officer said. “He wants you to ‘get to know each other’, his words were. After all, you’ll be sleeping together from now on, when you’re not serving him.”

“Mmmhh?”, queried Jenny.

“He’s not heartless; he knows how you really feel about Sean, now Shauna. After all, Jenny, now John, you left him for Sean.”

Jenny’s eyes went wide. ‘Her’ new owner was her ex-husband!

“That’s your new names, by the way. He expects you to answer to them. If you don’t, you will be punished.”

Jenny and Sean were dropped off in the countryside outside a mansion.

The staff came out to ‘collect’ them; both Jenny and Sean were fitted with collars that had an elegant crest stamped onto them.

“You’ve just been fitted with house control collars”, the butler said. “The collars will stop you from going outside the grounds at all times; they will also tell you when the master has requested your presence, and which room he is currently in. You will be expected to follow any instructions given immediately.”

Jenny and Sean were then shown to their room in the basement.

“If you are not serving the master, you will stay here”, the butler said. “We can track where you are at all times on the house system as your collars have GPS built in. Anyway, I’ll leave you to get settled in. If you want a drink, just push your muzzles up against that fitting over there on the wall.”

The butler left, locking the door behind him.

Sean just dissolved in a heap. Being newly converted to female, ‘her’ hormones were in a real mess. Jenny hugged her and tried to calm her…

The butler came back later that evening.

“John, the master wants to see you in his study”, he said. “This way, please…”

Jenny was ‘escorted’ out of the room, leaving Sean still wailing uncontrollably in a corner.

She was shown into a room smothered in old wooden bookcases, with a table in the middle. Sitting at that table was her ex-husband, Grant.

“Ah! Good evening, John!”, he said, inspecting her all over. “Wow! They’ve done a lovely job of you. I’d never have thought that you were a woman at one time. Now, if you promise to be civil, I’ll have your muzzle temporarily removed and we can talk.”

Jenny hesitated, then nodded.

Grant clicked his fingers, and Jenny’s muzzle disappeared. She swallowed heavily, then cleared her throat. She went to say something, but a gesture from Grant warned her to be quiet.

“Now, tell me; how does it feel to be a man?”

“Nothing different, really”, Jenny said, momentarily surprised at her lower voice. “I’m more frustrated at being muzzled than the sex change, as well as worried for Sean.”

“You mean Shauna”, Grant said, warningly.

“Apologies; yes. She won’t stop crying…”

“I’m not surprised. It can be very traumatic going from man to woman; for some reason, woman to man isn’t as much of a stretch. Anyway, let me explain to you what your duties are here, now…”

Grant went on to explain that Jenny and Sean would be running the admin side of his business from now on, in their same roles as at her old company. He’d had to swap their sexes over, though, because all his managers were male and all his secretaries were female.

“Is that the only damn reason?”, Jenny asked.

“Not the only reason. I wanted you to really feel how the other half lives. Perhaps if you’d had a little more respect for the male position you’d have never dumped me.”

“I dumped you because you were an opinionated self-righteous prick!”, said Jenny.

With a gesture, Grant restored Jenny’s muzzle.

“That will be all, John”, he said. “You start work in the morning. 7am. Make sure that you and Shauna are ready.”

The butler appeared and escorted Jenny back to their room, where Sean was still huddled in the corner, crying…