[TG] Office Diversity Program (Commission)

“Don’t you think this is going a bit far?”

“George and his department have to be dealt with. We’re in enough hot water as it is since that article in Time.”

“We just high the best person for each position, the fact that they are almost all straight white men is just a coincidence!”

“Try telling that to the journalists and our parent companies new diversity program. Besides, I could wallpaper my office with the number of complaints made against the It department; George runs a serious boys club down there and it’s killing moral and customer goodwill.”

“But still…a sorceress? Magic users are so rare most people think it’s a myth nowadays, why would she be working as a customer relations instructor?”

“She’s a fully qualified and won’t be resorting to magic unless it’s strictly necessary. Look, I am a CEO, I have to make the call that’s best for our company and profit margins. Either George’s boys change their ways or we’ll change them.”

~

Alex hunched over his computer, trying very hard to focus on his screen rather than the shouting match George was having over the phone with their boss. Alex marvelled at the fact the man was still here when he spoke to the big wigs upstairs the way that he did. The first time he’d slammed the receiver down after being chewed out about a complaint the old man had just smirked;

“They can’t get rid of me boy, I’m the best this tech department has. Fire me and the whole place falls apart.”

It was arrogance if it was true, Alex supposed. When George hung up this time though he didn’t look victorious; he looked pissed.

“They’re sending some namby pamby ‘political correctness’ officer down here for training for a full month.” He announced, resulting in a chorus of groans from Alex’s four other co-workers.

“Well, at least we won’t have to do any work.” Harvey shrugged.

‘Not that you do any now.’ Alex thought to himself, Harvey had long ago mastered the art of doing the bare minimum to keep his job, often ‘delegating’ various tasks to others and mysterious being absent whenever the phones rang.

“We’re expected to keep up our usual routine, sorry to break it to you Harvey.” George replied, “This trainers, Miss Fawaz, will be, and I quote, ‘observing and correcting unsavoury behaviour and creating a more wholesome and welcoming workplace for employees and clients”.

Even Alex had to admit, that sounded like a bunch of corporate buzzwords all strung together.

“We do get a lot of complains.” He pointed out meekly, George just rolled his eyes.

“Only because people are idiots.” Sam tossed his hacky sack up into the air and snatched it before repeating the gesture, “Let’s be real, how much of our time is wasted with ‘have you tried turning it off and on again?’ or cleaning pumpkin spice latte out of the marketing girls’ keyboards.”

“If that lady manager were any good at leading her team, we wouldn’t have any image issues.” George added, “It’s their department’s job to make the company look good, maybe if they put some actual brains in charge instead of boobs we wouldn’t have to waste or time with this Miss furi or whatever.”

“Fawaz.” Alec corrected.

“Whatever, if she had a proper name or job, I’d bother remembering it.”

Alex winced while the others laughed; secretly, he did think George took his personal beliefs a little too far but what was he supposed to do? As the youngest and most junior member of the IT department he could hardly stop him. When he’d first joined and mentioned that maybe calling every woman who talked to them ‘sweetheart’ wasn’t the best idea he’d been subjected to a twenty-minute rant from George about how back in his day women took compliments the way they were supposed to. It was not a mistake he was eager to make again.

“Relax boss man.” Michael leaned back in his chair with a sly grin, “She’ll be pulling her hair out after three days of me telling it how it is, I’ll rip her a new one and she’ll be in tears and out the door before the first week is up.”

George gave a bark of laughter and the others all joined in, Alex followed suit as to not draw too much attention to himself. The truth was, Michael was right, this poor woman was going to have a nightmare of a time down here. He could only hope that Miss Fawaz knew what she was getting into.

~

Miss Mahreen Fawaz was not what Alex had been expecting; he could tell by the widening of his fellows’ eyes that he was not alone in that either. When the tall, dark olive-skinned woman had walked into their little office his first impression had been that she was lost. He couldn’t help but be impressed for even though she was dressed conservatively in a black pencil skirt, stocking and a matching white blouse, her bountiful figure was still on full display. A red scarf, perfectly matched to her lipstick and nails hung around her neck and her long black hair flowered down her back. Alex shifted in his seat, carefully crossing his legs over his crotch; something about women in professional wear always got him going and the last thing he needed was to pop a boner right in front of the woman sent here to evaluate their political correctness. Michael, on the other hand, wolf whistled as she’d entered and Alex had watched as those dark eyes narrowed.

“Damn girl, I wish all the ladies in this place looked that good.” He grinned before leaning over to Harvey and not to subtly whispering “Check out her tits, those buttons look ready to burst.”

Inwardly Alex cringed, so much for a good first impression.

“I can see why I was hired.” Miss Fawaz mused, offering her hand to George who reluctantly took it. Even at a distance Alex could see the man’s grip tighten just that bit too hard around the woman’s. If had been an attempt to assert dominance Miss Fawaz showed no signs that it had worked.

“And I am afraid sir, that even if I did prefer the company of men, you wouldn’t be my type.”

Michael had just laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at the rest of them; Alex watched George stiffen, he already didn’t like this woman the fact that she had just implied she was gay was likely the last nail in the coffin as far as his manager was concerned.

“I am here to observe for the next few days.” She announced, “In that time I will be chatting to you each intermittently and observing your workflow in order to see what changes need to be made.”

George harumphed.

“With all due respect-“

“Which is to say, none.” Michael whispered loudly to nobody in particular.

“Nothing needs to change here. Our job is to help clients with technical issues pertaining to the computers our company creates. We do that just fine, high productivity, high resolution percentage.”

“Along with high complaints.” Mahreen cut in with a raised eyebrow, “Many women I talked to, both within the company and its client base, reported high levels of harassment and sexism from your team in particular. I’ve been here all of five minutes and already one of your team members has been rude to me and you said nothing.”

“Rude? He wasn’t rude, he paid you a compliment!”

Mahreen simply sighed, taking out a notebook and scribbling something down.

“I can see we have a lot of work to do.”

~

To say the next few days were tense would be an understatement. It seemed as though nobody in the office could take a call, hold a conversation or even breathe without Mahreen intervening. Harvey and Michael seemed to have teamed up to see who could get her to quit first and were having little luck. Between the formers lacklustre work and the latter’s flirtations Mahreen’s notebook was filling up fast and each day she would sit down with George to discuss them; resulting in their manager defending their actions and Mahreen quietly and condescendingly explaining that ‘boys being boys’ wasn’t a valid excuse anymore. It seemed like the only time they could breathe easy was when she left to pray, which happened at least three times each work day at least.

Alex tried to keep his head low and just do his work. Computers had always made sense, so long as you understood the technology, they were reliable and easy to use. So, he’d thought a career in IT was a logical choice, something easy that he didn’t have to think too hard about each day and to be fair, that was true. What he hadn’t counted on was the utter incompetence of other people. He rubbed at his temple, explaining slowly and carefully for the fourth time, how to open the bios menu and reset to the client on the phone, only for them to fuck it up again.

“You know what, maybe you should just buy a different computer.” He seethed finally, “Something simple, I hear they sell kiddie tablets down at Wallmart, maybe that would be more your speed.”

He hit the end call button with a huff. The company could stand to lose that girl, she was so dumb it was a wonder she hadn’t been taken care of by natural selection long ago. Alex knew he had a temper; it was something that often earned him a clap on the back from Michael or Sam but today a shadow loomed over his keyboard and he was met with the serious face of Mahreen.

“Do you think that was an appropriate way to end a call with a customer?” She asked, Alex hated when people asked questions like that. What did she expect him to say? Yes? Then again, considering how some of his colleagues had been responding to her the last few days since her arrival she very well could have.

“Look, I explained four times.” He said, “I was patient, I wasn’t about to waste my time. It was Einstein who once said, ‘insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results’.”

“Still, I have been observing you over the last few hours, did you know you only lose your temper in such ways with women?”

He had not. But he quickly brushed that aside, he wasn’t sexist.

“That’s just a coincidence, I’d have treated all those customers the same if they had been idiot guys.”

Mahreen hummed, making a face that said she didn’t remotely believe him. Alex bit his tongue again, judgemental bitch, who did she think she was? From the corner of his eye, he watched as Michael sneakily reached beneath the desk chair Mahreen had been using, quietly unscrewing the adjustment lever. Normally, Alex would have said something but he was irritated, sick of Mahreen breathing down their necks and giving them the cross examination every time they did anything even remotely wrong. By the time Mahreen had finished her notes, Michael has rolled back to his own desk, giving him a thumbs up on the way. Alex turned back to his computer, shooting Michael a chat.

‘How much did you loosen it by?’

‘All the way, baby.’

‘If she sits down hard that could really hurt.’

‘Have you seen the amount of junk in that trunk? She’ll have a cushioned fall.’

Guilt twisted in Alex’s gut; Michael loved to mess with people but this one might be going a bit far. It was one thing to replace all her highlighters with crayons but sabotaging her chair was quiet another. Just as he was about to swivel around and warn her there was a cry, followed by a heavy thump. Laughter exploded in the room as Mahreen sat, sprawled on the floor, legs askew with her panties on full display.

“I didn’t think you Afghan girls would wear a G-string.” George said with a smug grin, offering a hand to help her up which she did not take.

“I am Pakistani.” Mahreen corrected, standing and dusting herself off with grace and poise that surprised Alex, though he did notice the pink tinge on her cheeks.

“I mean, it’s all the same, isn’t it?” George shrugged. “Besides, you’re not really like that lot, you’ve got your hair out and everything.”

Alex watched as Mahreen’s eyes narrowed, George didn’t seem to feel the shift in the air but he could. There was something burning in those dark orbs now, that analytical look had taken on an edge of anger and Alex got the distinct impression George was not as in control of this situation as he felt.

“If and how I wear my shayla is my business.” Mahreen replied, her voice was cold and flat. “One last chance, George. Can you tell me what was wrong with what you just said?”

The man laughed, a deep chortle from deep in his gut, full of bravado and confidence that seemed to bolster the others but only filled Alex with dread.

“It was a compliment, honey. Relax. I think the fact that all those Arab women hide away something as beautiful as their hair is a travesty.”

There were so many ways he could have responded; it was as if he’d taken the time to pick the worst possible one. Alex held his breath, the air seemed charged with electricity and yet, nobody else seemed to notice. Mahreen did not cut a very intimidating figure but it was obvious to Alex at least that in this moment, somehow, she was the most powerful person in the room.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to go this far.” A sly smile formed on those dark lips, “But I think it’s time we put those diversity initiatives into action.”

She raised a hand, pressing one of those ruby nails into George’s chest, right against his tie. The man scoffed, putting on a fake pout.

“Oh no, am I in trouble?” He snickered, unable to keep a straight face but Mahreen simply kept smiling.

All of a sudden, the smirk fell from George’s face, a look of confusion passing over his features as one of his own hands raised and came to rest against his chest, replacing Mahreen’s as she stepped away. Jeers and calls came from his colleagues but Alex just watched and was the first to see what was causing George’s discomfort. His chest was…growing. It was subtle at first, a simply rise to his tie and jacket but then the room turned silent as the buttons on his dress shirt began to strain. He hurried shrugged off his jacket, trembling hands removing his tie as the growth continued. Alex could see two distinct round shapes forming beneath the thin shirt, the tight material stretching across them as it became far too tight.

“W-what is happening!?” George cried, his voice had a strange cadence to it, at first Alex thought perhaps it was simply that he’d never heard the old man sound so panicked but it was more than that.

George seemed to think so too as his hand flew to his throat, mouth opening and closing like a fish in silent shock as his Adam’s apple melted away leaving nothing but a smooth curved throat. The centre button flew off, whizzing through the air and smacking into Michael’s desk making the man yelp. A diamond opening formed in the shirt, revealing the last thing Alex had ever expected to see on his boss; cleavage. A pair of heavy breasts were squeezed into that too tight shirt and what’s more, the skin there was changing, darkening to a rich brown and spreading all over George’s body.

He made a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a cry as it spread, the rest of his body changing shape along with it. Soon his pants were in much the same shape as his shirt, tiny rips appearing over the seams as George’s hips widened and ass grew. Being straight as an arrow and decades George’s junior, Alex could confidently say he’d never looked at his boss’ ass before but now; it was something to behold and he found he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Plump, peachlike cheeks that jiggled pleasingly with each jerky, stunned movement George made. Even his thighs were widening slightly in order to support the heft on his new rump.

The darker pigmentation spread, now moving over his hands while his fingers lengthened, then up his neck and over his pace. Thin, scowling lips became plump and dark; his blue eyes turned a warm brown as they took on a new almond shape, framed with heavy lashes. And finally, his hair; grey from years of stress and age began to thicken, turning dark and curly until before them, in an ill-fitting outfit with a startled look on her face, stood a black woman. All trace of his old boss gone, had he not seen the change happen before his very eyes Alex would never have believed it.

Her great chest was heaving, unsupported breasts bouncing ever so slightly with the movement as the woman who was once George locked eyes with Mahreen in a panic.

“W-what have you done?” He screeched.

“This department needed a mix up,” Mahreen replied simply, locking eyes with each of them in turn, “And I have permission to do the same to each and every one of you if I think it will help your attitude problems.”

“How about fucking no?” Sam cried, standing up with his hands balled into fists, “You though we had problems? Just you wait until a journalist gets wind of this.”

“And does what?” Mahreen asked, soft smile on her face and she sat herself down in a spare chair. “I think you’ll find that Georgie here has always been a woman of African descent, one of the company’s first hires thirty years ago. Look it up if you don’t believe me.”

George, or Georgie, rushed to the nearest computer, blood draining from their face as they bought up their company ID, then their Facebook and emails. Everything showed the new face and gender, there was no trace of the original George anywhere.

“You all are the only ones that remember Georgie was ever anything else.” Mahreen added, “My magic has warped reality to fit and there is nothing you can do to make me change it back. I assure you.”

“You…you…!”

“Something the matter, Georgie?”

Alex was sure the CEO’s in the penthouse would be able to hear Georgie’s shouting; it was a veritable explosion of bile and vitriol. She called Mahreen every awful name Alex knew, and then some he didn’t, she raged and stomped about the office demanding and threatening to be changed back but Mahreen simply sat, perfect hands folded in her lap with a calm expression on her face. He could see Georgie’s energy flagging, rage needed fuel and Mahreen was simply not giving her any. Eventually, sick of being ‘ignored’ Georgie flung open the door to their basement office and stormed out.

“You think we got bad complaints! Just you wait!”

~

George flopped back into the seat of his car; utterly defeated. He’d done just as he threatened to do and gone right to the CEO’s office to tell them exactly what their new helper had done and had been met with dismissal, condescension, and pity. Somehow, he’d hoped that once he explained things logically, they’d see Mahreen had done something to the system, that he was really a white man and always had been but instead, a firm hand had come to rest on his shoulder and his boss had insisted he go home to rest.

“I think those boys down in IT are getting to you.” He’d said, “I think maybe you need a half day, unpaid of course, but you need it. Go home, sweetheart.”

Now, as he sat in his car, staring at the parking lot wall that word seemed to bounce around in his brain.

Sweetheart.

He’d said it with such a patronising way, like a father explaining to his daughter why she couldn’t date an older man. He was only ten years younger than the man for goodness sake and not a woman, despite what his body currently showed. He leaned forwards, wanting to bash his head against the wheel in frustration only to fit his new breasts stopped him before he got there, pressing into the horn, and making him jump backwards in his seat. At least now the new padding on his ass meant his old, threadbare seat was somewhat comfortable.

If Mahreen thought she’d won, she was sorely mistaken. George did not give up so easily, he’d show that Persian bitch what’s what; he just had to do a bit of research. He’d been given an early end to his day, may as well use it productively. He drove home, daydreaming about that witch’s shocked face when the police came to drag her away and turn him back into himself. As he pushed the key into his front door and opened it, he couldn’t help but stop and stare; he’d never been much of a homebody, running a household was a woman’s job in his opinion and after three divorces, he’d given up on that front. Yet as he walked in, he was met with the subtle smell of spice in the air, his home had several new additions; throw pillows on the couch, a full spice rack on the kitchen bench and several potted plants just to name a few. It was undeniably his apartment, but with a woman’s distinct touch.

“Hello?”

Had Mahreen gone so far as to magic him up a wife? That at least would have been nice, ignoring the obvious implication of his sexuality; then again, if he wasn’t really a woman, having a wife didn’t make him a lesbian, did it? It turned out to be a philosophical debate for another day for there was nobody else home, not any sign that anybody save ‘Georgie’ lived here. Fortunately, his state-of-the-art computer was right where he left it, though now it was surrounded by recipe books of all things. He ran a finger along the spines while waiting for the PC to boot up; ‘Cajun living’, ‘Baking for Company’, ‘Creole Classics’, he scoffed, already decided to dial in for some pizza.

He booted up the computer and began researching; magic was so rare these days there was barely anything online but he kept plugging away. It was hard not to get distracted though; they were so new he felt constantly aware of his curves; breasts always rising and falling just in his periphery. The hands dancing across the keyboard with their long fingers, he could even see the slight reflect of his dark face in the screen. It was nice, not having grey hair anymore, when he was young his locks had been thick and dark, just like they were now. The only difference being those tight curls that, the longer he looked at them, the nicer they seemed to look. He ended up turning on his webcam to admire his new features further, he’d never realised just how beautiful such full lips were…

A rumble from his stomach made him start; he’d totally lost track of time. Not wanting to wait half an hour for a pizza to arrive George set about searching the fridge, hoping some of his leftover meatloaf was still in there. No such luck, the only premade meal he could see amongst the forest of vegetables and tubs of meat was a Tupperware stuffed with some sort of hamburger patty. Better than nothing.

While they heated, he set about finding some salad and buns to make a proper burger but bread seemed to be lacking. Oh well, he’d just eat them as is. He almost choked on the first bite; instead, of beef his mouth was filled with the taste of seafood and…something, a whole mix of spices that danced across his tongue. It was delicious. The closest thing he could equate it to was crab cakes but that would be doing these an injustice. Before he knew it, the whole container was empty and his stomach was still rumbling; those had been so good! There were a thousand recipe books around this new apartment, one of them had to have the dish in it.

He began flipping through each one as slowly but surely, the names of various spices and herbs he could taste on his tongue began to flow into his mind, almost as if he were remembering them himself. He couldn’t explain it but looking at all these recipes filled with a profound sense of sadness; they were almost always designed for sharing, or big groups, the world family dinners popped up a lot. Yet here he was, in his fifties and still alone, no family to share any of these dishes with. It was during his musing that he found it, ‘Devilled Crab Cakes’, the picture next to the tiny words was enough to make his mouth water. Then, an idea came; he may not have a family to share these with in the traditional sense but the boys at work were there. Butterflies danced in his stomach at the thought of them pushing their desks together and sharing out the crab cakes; he couldn’t wait to get started.

~

The next few days were strange. Alex was surprised Georgie even turned up to work at all; the first few days she was reserved, even a little terse but it was more than that. She’d straighten their collars, redo their ties it they were crooked and once even licked her thumb to clean sauce of Alex’s cheek. The rest of the team felt like they were walking on eggshells, both around Georgie and Mahreen, who was still breathing down their necks at every infringement. strangest of all was a full week later when she showed up with a plastic container filled with crab cakes.

“I found the recipe a while back but I wanted to get it right before I bought some in for you all.” He said before blushing slightly, “I realised, I’m the leader of this team right, maybe Mahreen had a point about my attitude bringing down moral so I thought I’d make these. Don’t go expecting this every day though!”

“Fuck, man, ethnic food?” Michael grimaced, “No thank you, Mahreen, what the fuck have you done to him? Did you wipe his whole personality or something you fucked up bitch?”

“I did no such thing! And do not call me a bitch.” Mahreen replied coolly, “I may have given Georgie a little nudge in the right direction, personality wise, but this little self-discovery journey is all her own.”

“Bullshit.” Michael seethed, “You fucked with his head and unlike the rest of you, I am not going to stand around and just let her mess with me!”

He made for the door, and not even Georgie’s pleading would make him stay but Mahreen just smiled.

“I think it’s time Michael got a bit of his own medicine, don’t you?”

Alex felt a knot form in his stomach.

~

George had told them the big wigs didn’t believe him when he went to complain when he was first transformed; well Michael wasn’t about to make that mistake. He’d go and talk to them now, before she had a chance to change him, then if she did, they would remember him coming to see them earlier. The plan was fool proof.

He ran up the stairs from their basement complex, letting anger fuel his footsteps. He was so irritated that at first, he didn’t realise there was something off about the way his body was moving. He could feel a slight jiggle against his thighs, like warm skin brushing against it. He seemed to be carrying more weight than usual, his chest and rump felt heavy and forced him to stop at the first landing in order to catch his breath. His olive-skinned hand rested against the cool brickworks and-wait, what? His eyes flew back to his hand, it was small, delicate, with neat little white half moon nails and distinctly darker skin than he normally had. Not nearly as dark as Georgie’s but still, Michael felt a bolt of panic pass through him. He dashed up the next flight of stairs, trying not to think about his unsupported chest as it bounced; he was too scared to look down, he knew wat he’d find. He had to get up to the penthouse offices, quickly!

He skidded onto the ground floor, almost rolling his ankles thanks to his shoes now being at least two sizes too big. He stumbled for the elevator, ignoring those pretty hands as they smashed the button before stumbling inside. As the doors closed he leaned back against the rail and was met with his own reflection in the mirrored walls of the elevator.

His chest was heavy, small but pretty tits rising and falling with each breath, shoulder length hair of the darkest midnight black framed almond eyes with double lids. A pink lipped mouth hung open in shock; that couldn’t be him! Not only was that person in the mirror a woman but she was Asian.

‘Chinese’ He corrected mentally, he’d never really been able to tell the difference but now it seemed obvious, this woman was not just Asian she was Chinese. He was Chinese.

He was too late! No, maybe he still had time, as the doors opened he raced out into the offices only to be stopped by Phillip, the CEO’s personal assistant and he breathed a sigh of relief. Phil was a good bloke; they went drinking together often and tried to pick up chicks at the local bar. He’d have to listen to him.

“Can I help you, miss?”

“I need to see Mr. Berk, it’s important-“

“I’m sure if it’s important your manager can talk to him. Mr. Berk is a very busy man.”

“But-“

“No buts, we have protocols here. Your manager burst in the other day without an appointment, we can’t have you following suit or everybody will be doing it.”

“You don’t understa-“

“Yes, I do. I understand that you’re very emotional and this probably feels like life and death but I can assure you it’s not. Now, go back to your station and go through the proper channels.”

Michael gaped; he couldn’t get a word in edgeways and Phil was talking to him like he was an idiot! Michael wanted to snap right back at him, rip him a new one for being such an ass but he was already walking back his desk with a dismissive wave.

“Oh, and miss Mei? I think I speak for all of us when I say you could stand to put a little more effort into your appearance. We have a standard to uphold here.”

Michael looked down at himself, his casual button up and pants had never been called out before, okay, they didn’t fit him very well compared to usual but still, there was nothing wrong with it. He seethed.

“Who cares what I wear, I’m down in the basement, you ass.”

Phil fixed him with a hard stare.

“Shall I remind you, Miss Mei, that as a fresh hire you are still on probation. Many of your university cohort would be grateful just to have your position. So why don’t you go back to your desk, do your work and tomorrow, come in with a much needed smile on your face and attitude adjustment, okay sweetie?”

Michael wanted to hit him, the only thing that help him back was the little red light of the security camera flashing above his desk. He compromised, storming back to the elevator and waiting till he was out of eyeshot to flip Phil the bird.

~

They all waited with baited breath after Michael stormed out; it was obvious from Mahreen’s smug smile that she’d cast that spell again and now they all sat waiting nervously for the new Michael to appear. When he did Alex actually felt a pang of sympathy; the woman looked utterly dejected and her too big clothes only added to the effect. She looked almost too soft and small to be his hot headed college but then those black eyes fixed on Mahreen and removed all doubt.

“You think this is funny?” She hissed, “You think you can turn me into some humble, submissive little Chinese wife well think again!”

“I’ve done so such thing.” Mahreen smiled coyly, “If that’s what you think all Chinese women are like I think it says more about you than me. All I have done is give you a little extra perspective, the fact that you’re still a total asshat should be proof enough that I haven’t brainwashed you.”

Alex couldn’t help it; he snorted with laughter, causing all eyes to turn to him.

“S-sorry it’s just, somebody as proper and poised as Mahreen saying the word ‘asshat’.”

Nobody else, save Mahreen whose lips gave the barest flicker of a smile before she suppressed it, seemed to think it was funny, which of course made his nervous giggles continue. He just wanted to stop! The last thing he wanted right now was for Michael to turn on him. Fortunately, it seemed Michael’s anger at Mahreen was greater than his annoyance at him.

“Just you wait, I’ll make you pay for this, when I figure out how to change back, you’d better watch out!”

Georgie stood, coming over and laying her comforting hands on Michael’s shoulder.

“Come on, I think you need to cool off, maybe you should go home? I just checked your file, it’s seems like you’re name is Mei now and your emergency contact number-“

“Emergency contact?” Michael, Mei, blinked, “I don’t have one.”

“It says here you like with your mother.”

“I haven’t seen my mum since I was fifteen.” Mei crossed her arms before thrusting her head in Mahreen’s direction. “That’s all her doing.”

“Well, regardless, I think maybe I should call her to come get you. Just go home and take a breather.”

“Fine.” Mei huffed, “It’ll give me time to start planning my revenge.”

~

Alex spent the next week on high alert; waiting for the inevitable powder keg to explode. Mei didn’t come into work for the first half of the week but when she did finally show up; he’d braced for impact. An impact that never came. On the first day of Mei’s return she was quiet, working diligently away while eating what appeared to be homemade lunches. What’s more, those lunches contained what seemed to be traditional Chinese food. She was…nice, to all of them and customers, in fact she seemed to have hit a new stride. Her people skills amazed Georgie and soon she’d reorganised so that Mei was in charge of taking the majority of phone calls. She just had this gentle, caring energy that seemed to flow down the phone and calm even the angriest of clients.

The only problem was her dedication to avoiding Mahreen, often giving any excuse to avoid talking to her. She spent most of her time with Georgie, whispering together in the corners; at first He’d assumed they were scheming but the longer it went on the less likely it became. They seemed to be talking about normal, girly things like cooking. Though Alex couldn’t help but blush noticing how…close they got during these discussions. It seemed they were always leaning on one another, Georgie ending each discussion with a motherly kiss to her forehead or cheek. Finally, a week and a half after her initial change when Mei walked in holding a bag of what appeared to be balls covered in sesame seeds and started handing them out, Alec’s curiosity got the better of him.

“What’s going on, Michael? If this is some sort of long con to trick Mahreen I don’t think you should-“

“It’s not a trick.” Mei’s eyes turned downcast and a pink blush dusted her high cheekbones.

“It’s not? But you seemed so pissed off the other day after you were…changed.”

“I was but then…Alex, my mum came to get me.”

“Yeah?”

Mei’s eyes turned shiny.

“Back when I was Michael, my mum and I had a falling out. I hadn’t spoken to her in years but Mei…Mei’s mum, my mum, is here and it’s just really nice.” He sighed, “She’s just like my mum was, just Chinese. She took me home and made me this noodle soup that was so good I can’t believe I’d never tried it before. She’s started teaching me to cook, look I made these myself! They’re called Jian Dui, good right?”

Alex tossed one into his mouth, crunching down on the little snack and finding it did indeed have a pleasing nutty flavour.

“We started spending time together, she’s been telling me all about China and honestly? It’s really interesting. I was never one to be interested in things like genealogy or culture or any of that. I was a white bread dude y’know? There was never anything worth investigating but now, I have this rich culture and heritage to study and…I like it.”

“That is lovely to hear.” Mahreen cut in, looking down at them with a warm smile. For the first time, Alex got the distinct impression Mahreen was sincere in her desire to open their minds to a wider variety of experiences.

“Mahreen, it’s good that you’re here actually.” Mei shuffled awkwardly, “I wanted to say, I’m sorry I called you a bitch, and was so rude to you when you first arrived. Since you transformed me I…I’ve been on the other side of ‘compliments’ like the ones I used to give and well…I get it now.”

Mahreen knelt down so that they were at the same eye level and reached out her hands, cupping Mei’s own.

“I accept your apology. Why don’t we start over? My names Mahreen, nice to meet you.”

“Hi Mahreen,” She sniffed, “I’m Mei.”

~

Alex, Sam and Harvey didn’t know how to feel as more time passed and Georgie and Mei became an expected and regular part of everyday life. They were so tactile now, always hugging and brushing their shoulders up against one another, even Mahreen. One time, when she bought in some more snacks and handed them out, Mei’s hand had lingered by the nape of his neck, causing Alex’s face to blush deeply. Despite the radical differences though, deep down they were still the same people; Georgie was still arrogant, Mei still a bit of a hothead but overall, their worst qualities seemed to have been washed away. Alex had never quite realised just how much toxicity existed in their little department but now that it was slowly leeching away, he wondered how he stood it for so long.

That being said though, the elephant was still in the room. Mahreen was watching their every step and Alex was doing his utmost to keep his cool and not lose it with any clients. Something that was far easier said than done when it came to the bimbo he was currently on the line with.

“Couldn’t we just skip ahead so you can fix the actual problem, I have tried all that ‘turn it off and on again’ crap,” The woman sighed.

“It’s just protocol.” Alex replied through grit teeth, “Now, there is this thing you can do if you hit CTR, ALT and Delete at the same time, so the alt key is-“

“I’m not a total idiot, I’ve tried closing the program that way-“

“Just, do it.”

“There’s no need to treat me like an idiot.”

“Then stop acting like one!”

He couldn’t stand hearing her stupid, whingey voice a moment longer; he hit the End Call button. Weeks ago, George would have laughed, now, as Georgie, he gave him the worst reaction possible. A disappointed look; why is it that disappointment felt so much worse than anger when it was directed at you? Alex could feel his irritation growing with each second his boss looked at him like a disheartened mother but the fire in his veins turned to ice when Mahreen’s voice appeared behind him.

“That’s the third woman you’ve yelled at this week.” She tsked, “You insist that you treat clients equally regardless of gender, but not once have you lost your temper with a man.”

“That’s just…. girls don’t understand technology as well on average, that’s all. You heard her, she wasn’t listening to my instructions!”

“Are you really expecting me to believe that had that caller been a man without accent, you would still have tried to explain where the Alt key was on her keyboard?”

He swallowed; he’d not really considered that. Now that it had been pointed out, the woman’s dumb sounding voice had been accented with something Middle Eastern. He must have heard it subconsciously.

“Alex, I think you’re a good man.” Mahreen said after a moment, “But this workplace got to you before I arrived. I think we need to fix that, get rid of some of those internalised biases.”

Oh no.

"Mei and Georgie are already so happy in their new lives. I’m sure you will be too.”

Even as she said the worlds his stomach lurched and muscles tensed, a pressure began to build up inside him, slowly pushing forward, up through his muscles and into his skin.

“Things have certainly gotten better here since I came along, but I’d like a nice girl friend on my level.” Mahreen smiled, tapping him on the nose like a dog. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

Mei squealed with excitement, bouncing on her toes, and making her butt and boob bounce, two weeks as a woman and she still hadn’t figured out how to wear a bra. She rushed forward, eager to watch the change take place and Alex backed up until his hips slammed into a desk, pinned between his colleagues and the furniture. The women looked on eagerly while Harvey and Sam demurred, they knew the routine by now and weren’t bothering to try and help. At least they had the decency to feel sorry for him.

He was tempted to beg, to ask Mahreen for another chance, promising to keep his temper in check but his stubbornness prevailed. He was not going to make this any more embarrassing than it already was. Already he could feel the burn of muscles shifting and skin stretching; especially in his chest and rump. Square hips turning round as his shoulders smoothed and sloped, his perfectly tailored shirt already feeling wrong as parts of him began to grow and shrink. He could feel himself being pushed forwards as his ass inflated, cheeks becoming tight and round, pairing with the sloped hips to become peach shaped and full. Mei wolf whistled and Mahreen shot her a scowl.

“Sorry, just, look at that booty! Its half squashed against the table behind her and I can still tell how good it is!”

“I-I’m not a ‘her’.” Alex stammered, trying not to think about how nice that stretching feel was.

“Not yet.” Mei giggled; Mahreen gave her a playful bat with her hand.

How had Georgie stayed so quiet during his change? Alex felt totally overwhelmed with sensations, his muscles burned pleasantly and his skin hummed with energy, what the inflation began in his chest he couldn’t help but whimper in pleasure just a little. Within seconds he could feel his once useless nipples pressing against the thin fabric of his shirt, tingling pleasantly as the material pressed down upon them. Until this very moment, his shirt had felt soft and comfortable but now, he felt as though he were wearing a hessian sack; the fabric was so rough it was stimulating his overly sensitive skin; the fact that it was so tight against his swelling bust didn’t help matters.

Fuck his pride, with trembling hands he began unbuttoning his shirt. Stopping only briefly to admire the sun kissed tinge his skin was taking on, a shade deeper than Mei’s though nowhere near as dark as Georgie. He got three buttons open, much to Mei’s delight before an overwhelming feeling of shame passed through him. He watched, as those beautiful, full breasts kept growing; there was nothing to be ashamed of there and yet, he felt the need to cover up, keep his new body a secret that only he could enjoy. He pressed a now soft and supple palm against his clavicle, keeping the shirt clothed and Mei pouted while Mahreen on the other hand, gave him a look of approval that made his cheeks burn. Speaking of his cheeks, he could feel the bones there sharpening even as his jawline curved; all stubble fell away, leaving smooth olive cheeks even as his dark brown hair began spilling down his shoulders. Another wave of self-consciousness flooded him as he ran his spare hand through his locks; so soft and shiny, he was keenly aware of all those eyes on him, especially Sam and Harvey still seated at the back. Something about them looking at his new hair made him feel distinctly uncomfortable.

He was hurriedly pushing as much of it as possible behind his shoulders when he stopped in place; that pleasurably tingling was moving southwards, smoothing his stomach on the way down toward his crotch. Anticipation built; a strange mix of excitement and trepidation. He didn’t know how to feel as that tingle spread through his cock, shrinking and melting it away until a warm slit had taken its place. He moaned again; whole body blushing with embarrassment at his loss of control; it just felt so good it couldn’t help it. He could feel the dark hair between his legs becoming neat and damp as wetness seeped into his underwear; the urge to look down at his new pussy was so very tempting, but the idea of anybody else seeing it was unthinkable. Instead, he stood, knees wobbly and legs pressed together as the change finished, leaving him a quivering mess physically and emotionally.

“Oh, you’re so cute!” Mei exclaimed, rushing forward, and hugging him tightly.

Alex could feel her breasts pressing against his own, nipples crushing down on the sensitive skin. It made him shiver and then flush with shame, pushing away quickly. Mei must have felt his arousal, such pointed nipples could mean nothing else! Yet, she didn’t tease him, only gave him a warm friendly smile. It was almost whiplash to remember up until a few weeks ago she’s been that asshole, Mike.

“Here, let me help you with your hair.” Mahreen offered, taking a spare headscarf from her bag.

She wrapped it around him, pinning it in place at his new shoulders. Shayla, a kind of hijab that is worn but keeps the face open, the knowledge flowed into him. Instantly, he felt more comfortable with his hair hidden, especially from the men. The fact that Mahreen had hers out at all suddenly seemed so much more brazen, so daring.

“Excuse me.” He squeaked, his voice was so quiet and whispery, he could scarcly believe that high pitch was coming from his throat.

He slid past the others and dashed for the bathroom; he had to see what he looked like, properly. Almost instinctually he turned to enter the men’s room only to halt as a man from the development team walked out, he gave her a charming smile that made his guts twist in disgust and swiftly he walked into the ladies. With a sigh of relief, he found it empty and made straight from the mirror above the sinks. His reflection stared back at him and to his utter shock; he didn’t hate what he saw. A waifish, olive-skinned woman of middle eastern decent looked back at him. Her orange headscarf complimented her complexion and dark eyes wonderfully though his old male clothes left something to be desired. He set about making his dress more conservative, the idea of showing so much skin felt abhorrent, knowing that man had seen him with three buttons undone had him filled with shame. Both Mei and Georgie had gone home after their changes, taken the time to get to know their new bodies well he wasn’t having it. He’d show Mahreen he was strong enough to take this in stride, maybe then she would be more open to changing him back.

Alex walked back into the office, trying to hold his head high but ended up demurring as soon as the others looked up. Georgie wrapped an arm around his shoulders and Alex was suddenly very much aware of the older woman’s much larger bosom.

“Welcome back, Amira, how are you feeling, dear?”

Amira.

That name slid into his mind like a heavy brick; it sounded right, like home, like it belonged to him.

“I…would like to get back to work.” He decided, moving to sit back at his desk and resolutely ignoring all the eyes boring into his back.

He shuffled in his seat, it was too high now with the added padding of his ass but he refused to adjust it, stubbornly staring at his screen without seeing. He couldn’t focus, he couldn’t shake the idea there was something else he was supposed to be doing right now and it dominated his thoughts. A warm hand brushed against his shoulder; Mahreen smiled down at him invitingly.

“It is time for Salah, would you care to join me?”

Salah, the Muslim tradition of prayer five times a day. That was his compulsion!

Alex gave her a grateful smile and stood. It wouldn’t be until several hours later, on his way home that he registered Mahreen had bought at extra prayer mat in advance.

~

Walking into his little subbasement apartment felt surreal; the bones of the place were the same but gone was the cheap Ikea furniture and benchtops strewn with instant noodles. The whole place had a cosy, homey air to it; scented candles perfumed the air and there was a mat set up for prayer, pointed toward his high window, toward Mecca. Yet, strangely enough all those homey touches were juxtaposed with posters and models of spaceships and other sci-fi style memorabilia. The shelf was stacked full of books and tv shows, all science fiction. While he was always good with computers, he’d never really been one for sci-fi, yet as he traced his fingers across the well-worn spines of books and blue rays, he couldn’t help but feel intrigued. One book showed a colourful cast of character, many alien in design, all looking off into a distant supernova and he felt a yearning, a desire to pick the volume up that second and discover what it was that so fascinated them. That yearning had to wait though as a far stronger compulsion took hold; the same one from earlier today in fact and his eyes slid to the prayer mat behind him. The sun was setting and following this new instinct he completed the final Salah for the day.

A feeling of serenity filled him as he finished the exercise and he sighed deeply, letting the relaxation and calm fill his body. He could feel the rise and fall of his new breasts, the plumpness of his ass resting against his feet and a feeling of exhilaration burst forth; he was alone now, he could finally look at what Mahreen had given him.

He told himself he wouldn’t get carried away; it was natural to be curious about your own body, especially when it had been changed so intimately. He wasn’t going to do anything, of course not. Yet as he walked to the bathroom, his mind wandered to memories of the past weeks; watching Georgie’s hips sway as she walked, Mei’s unsupported bust moving as she flitted across the office, their warm hands on his skin. It made heat spread across his cheeks and then down through his whole body, as he unbuttoned his shirt fully, he could see it, that pink tinge dusting his breasts and hips. He shrugged off the shirt and looked down, admiring his now light brown skin and how the pink of his nipples juxtaposed against it; so beautiful.

He walked to the mirror; finally taking the time, in the privacy of his own home, to properly study that new face. His lips were so full; brown on the outside but blush pink towards the centre. He ran a finger across those thick lips, they were so soft and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to press them against another, to feel them yield to another woman’s lips especially. Like Mei’s or even Mahreen’s….and then a thought, these weren’t the only soft lips he possessed anymore.

He’d not yet fully changed out of his ill-fitting office clothes, there was a looseness in the front of his pants; space once taken up by his cock. The absence left the area open, there was plenty of room from him to fit a hand inside. Eyes still locked on the mirror for now, his hand snaked down the curve of his body, unzipping his fly and pressing into his boxers. He could feel the heat, the wet warmth radiating outwards as dampness began to flow between those folds, increasing as he parted them with a finger. He couldn’t resist, Alex looked down to admire this new part of him; the skin and hair around it was dark but the inner lining was the deepest, most royal of pinks. Beautiful, utterly gorgeous. He could see his little red clit, pointing up against his finger, aching to be touched.

He acquiesced, stroking the little nub softly at first, then faster and harder. Each stroke felt better than the last and yet somehow, it wasn’t enough. Soon he was rubbing it furiously, eyes watching his face twist in pleasure in the mirror as his spare hand pressed up against the cool glass to brace himself. Those soft lips were beginning to form an O shape as his breathing became unsteadying, coming in short, hard bursts as the pleasure began to build until finally; his whole body shuddered, violently enough to feel his tits jiggle in response to the movement. Alex focused on his face through the bliss, memorising his new orgasm face for prosperity; it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Once the waves of pleasure had finally passed, he stumbled back, feeling relaxed and happy for the first time since he was changed. In this moment, he couldn’t even bring himself to be annoyed at Mahreen for turning him into this.

~

The next morning he’d woken to find his cupboard stocked full of loose, flowing but professional looking dresses. Despite their conservative cut, he somehow felt more attractive than ever, even as he brushed and styled his hair back inside the headdress. Feeling slightly naughty, he picked up the tube of pink lipstick on the counter and smeared it across his lips, tongue darting out to taste the berry flavour as he did so. He’d never taken much pride in his appearance outside of ensuring he looked neat and professional before but knowing how hot Georgie and Mei looked he didn’t want to become to office frump.

As he approached the building butterflies filled his stomach, he wanted to show Mahreen he could take this in stride, that he’d learned his lesson, then she’d turn him back. That’s all this was, nothing more. Sam gave him an awkward smile as he entered the office, Georgie and Mei waved and Harvey was of course, late as usual. Mahreen hadn’t arrived yet either, though that wasn’t surprisingly, she was probably finishing up a prayer as Alex before entering the building.

He had just sat down at his desk, determined to keep his cool and get to work when warm fabric pressed against his neck. Mei was leaning over his shoulders, her breasts resting either side of his neck; he could feel her nipples through the thin material of her cheongsam jacket, still going braless it seemed.

“Amiiiiiira.” She pouted, “Sam won’t try my snacks.”

It was hard to formulate a reply with Mei’s chest pressed up against him like this. Alex couldn’t help but think about how easy it would be to turn his head just slightly and bury his face in them. That jacket’s cloth buttons would be so easy to untie too, and there would be no bra to impede him taking one of those already hard nipples sin his mouth…

“Amira, are you listening to me?”

“Yes.” He choked, “I uh, why not, Sam? Mei makes pretty good snacks.”

“I agree.” Mahreen added, as she walked in the door, “In Chinese culture it’s very rude to turn away a homemade gift like that, especially food.”

Sam shifted uncomfortable and mumbled something about Mei ‘not really being Chinese’ and immediately there was a gasp from her.

“I am.” Mei sniffled, eyes shining and Alex felt a pang of sympathy for her. Without hesitation he stood, wrapping his arms around Mei and running his fingers through her hair soothingly.

“Mei is doing her best to be in touch with her heritage.” Alec chided, “She’s been so nice to everybody, she’s really come far and you’re bringing her down.”

Mei’s face was on her chest now, the loose, flowing material of Alex’s clothes easily moulding against his new curved. Mei’s arms were around her hips, so close to the curve of her ass and Alex found himself biting down on his lip; one good thing about becoming a woman, he didn’t need to worry about popping a boner anymore. At least now, when he got turned on, he only had to worry about soaking his own underwear. Mentally he chastised himself, his friend was upset and here he was getting turned on by her body; it was wrong.

“I just don’t like red bean buns!” Sam threw up his hands, “I’ve got nothing against…her. Can we all just get to work? I really want to finish on time tonight to get home in time for the match.”

“What match?” Mahreen asked innocuously, once again Alex felt a strange energy in the air that nobody else, as far as he could tell, was picking up on.

“Brazil vs France!” Sam grinned, “It’s going to be a slaughter of course, the French team has nothing on Brazil. I just wish they hadn’t moved the damn broadcasts; the men’s games used be on at prime time but now they ‘share’ it with the women’s matches, every other week I have to record the first half of the game because it starts while I am at work.”

“Doesn’t seem like such a big convenience.” Mei mumbled, wiping her eyes yet staying tightly within Alex’s embrace.

“Yeah,” Georgie nodded, “In a way you get a double feature.”

Suddenly, Alex realised what was happening; Georgie and Mei knew as well, he was sure now they could feel the energy emanating from Mahreen and they all knew exactly what Sam would say when baited with such a question.

“I’m not watching the women’s matches.” Sam scoffed, “Well, unless I’m in the mood for some ‘me’ time.”

Fool.

After so many weeks of Mahreen being in the office, you’d really think he’d know better than to say such a thing. Alex couldn’t even muster up any sympathy as Mahreen slowly approached; Sam deserved it honestly, especially after upsetting Mei. Sam seemed to realise his mistake as well, swiftly swivelling his chair around to face the computer and began typing furiously, mumbling something about having a lot of emails to sort through.

Mahreen approached, like a cat stalking a mouse and came to lay her arms across the back of his chair, her shin resting atop his head. Alex’s eyes were immediately drawn to her ass, now proudly presented and facing he and Mei perfectly, her skirt stretched tight enough that they could see the slight dip caused by the clef of her cheeks. Alex felt two hard points press into his breasts as Mei’s nipples hardened. It was good to know he wasn’t the only one.

“Why don’t we watch some, I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” Mahreen insisted, reaching on arm over Sam’s shoulder to take control of the mouse.

Alex and Mei finally separated, sitting back at their desks to watch what they knew was about to take place. Did Sam know, he must suspect at the very least. Mahreen bought up a webpage with a recording of the women’s soccer final from last year and hit the replay button.

“See, look at the speed on those ladies.” She said, “They go after the ball with just as much ferocity as the men do, maybe even more! What could you find boring about that?”

“Yeah, I guess their technique is pretty good.” Sam said reluctantly, though Alex watched as his eyes slowly went from glazed and bored to focused as the match continued.

“Wow, she picked the ball up on her toe and kicked it mid-air.” He gasped, watching one of the players expertly manoeuvre the pitch, “Wow. So quick on her feet.”

At the mention of feet Alex saw it, the slightly shift in Sam’s shoes as his own feet started to shrink slightly inside them. The small patch of skin visible between sock and pant began to darken, like a gradual wave slowly moving up Sam’s body, thinning his legs as it went and then thickening as it reached his thighs.

“Look at the power in those legs.” He mumbled, eyes glued to the screen, “And that blonde player, she’s really throwing her weight around.”

Mahreen hummed in agreeance, though her eyes were very much not on the screen but Sam’s ass, the size of which was rapidly expanding. Though unlike the rest of them, his remained somewhat taught and muscled; where his own ass had become a bouncy peach Sam retained the tight muscle of an athlete. Sam gave a breathy moan, legs rubbing together almost subconsciously; he was so focused on the game he didn’t even seem to realise what was happening. Alex realised he was gripping his seat in anticipation, nails digging into the foaming material so hard little crescent marks were sure to be left there permanently.

He had to fight back a moan of his own when Sam’s chest began to swell, he’d not seem Mei’s change and Georgie’s had been so shocking he’d not really had to time to realise just how hot it was to watch a woman’s body take shape in front of his eyes. Now though, he had a front row seat and couldn’t help but admire the curves Sam was taking on. His body didn’t have the extreme hourglass of Georgie, not the extreme femininity of his or Mei’s, rather Sam was taking on almost a gymnasts build. Less curvaceous, but instead muscles and lithe. It was hard to tell thanks to the fit of his shirt but Alex could easily imagine the perky, pretty tits beneath.

“Idiota!” Sam swore, “The ref must be blind, that was a red card if ever I saw one.”

His voice was starting to take on a breathier pitch, yet it had a sort of fire to it; a powder that made Alex shiver inside. Almost his entire body had taken on that darker pigment now, sun kissed and smooth with the facial features slowly warping to match. He had cheekbones even sharper and more defined that Alex’s, and warm brown eyes that seemed to have a fire burning beneath them. He was almost jealous. The final touch was the hair, which was now sprouting like a wild plant beneath Mahreen’s chin, still sitting atop Sam’s head. Light brown, short and sporty, it suited this new body perfectly. One of the teams scored a goal from half way across the pitch and Sam jumped up to his feet, his small yet not insignificant curves moving with him.

“Goal!” He cried before freezing, eyes dropping down to look at his changed body, now that of a Latina.

For a moment he only blinked and then whispered quietly:

“Caray…”

They all stood in silence, waiting to see if it would be tears, anger or joy that followed the shock when the sound of the door closing made them all jump. It was Harvey, shirt untucked and mouth half stuffed with a cheap breakfast burger. He stopped and blinked for a moment, taking in the scene before him.

“Who’s the new chick?”

~

Harvey felt like a lone solider; the last man standing from a unit that had been picked off slowly, one by one. After Sam, or as she was now known as Sophia, had changed he’d felt an undeniable shift in the air. He was the only guy who had managed to keep him manhood intact and now he felt as though he owed it to the others to keep it that way. He should probably be looking into some way to change them all back, were they in their right minds he was sure that’s what they would all want but there was one problem;

Doing that would take a hell of a lot of effort.

And frankly, he just couldn’t be bothered.

Georgie, Mei, Amira and Sophia were still more or less the same people just a lot less prone to yelling and slurs which really wasn’t that big a loss. They at least seemed happy enough and were that the extent of their changes he could probably learn to live with it were it not that they’d all become infuriating busybodies. Where before, their interactions at work were limited to sharing crappy customer stories and the occasional celebratory pizza lunch, now conversation was constant.

Mei and Georgie were constantly bringing in food while Mei and Amira chatted about clothes and comparing their new, ancient cultures. Amira drove him up the wall the most, she was so buddy-buddy with Mahreen it made him sick, she sucked up to the sorceress and followed her around like a lovesick puppy, always going to pray together or talk about some aspect of their religion he couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of.

On the bright side though, he no longer had to spend his evenings searching up porn to get off. The women of his office seemed content to put on a show each and every day for him; constantly hugging, sitting on one another’s laps and he swore one or twice he’d caught them checking one another out, especially Mei, who was fairly overt in her interest. Maybe it was a bit creepy, perving on your workmates but when they were constantly pressing their breasts together each and every time they hugged, what did they expect him to do. Sofia spent every break animatedly re-enacting moments from her games the night before and well…that sports bra she was bragging about all the time did little to support her as she jumped and danced across the room pretending to headbutt an imaginary ball. Between all the bouncing, jiggling and consensual touching sometimes Harvey felt like he was one burst button away from a porno opening. Sometimes they even flopped over his shoulders or grabbed his hand in order to drag him over to the snack table; it would be a dream office…if they were a little less nosy.

He just wanted to be left in peace to tab half the day, but with one of his colleagues or Mahreen visiting his desk every ten minutes, he was constantly having to do actual work to avoid getting caught and frankly, it was exhausting. The only reason he took this job in the first place was because of the lack of supervision, so long as a tech guy was tapping away at a keyboard, he looked busy and nobody felt the need to check if he was actually surfing the web. So, when Georgie called a team meeting one Friday afternoon for them all to ‘check in and show their work for the week’ he just about fell off his chair in shock.

“Since when do we do weekly check ins?” He complained while the others obediently shuffled chairs into a semicircle.

“Think of it like a family meeting.” Georgie smiled, “We can all make sure our work is being done equally and it’s also just a nice chance to catch up at the end of the week.”

“What a lovely idea. We don’t want anybody on the team lifting more than their fair share.” Mahreen smiled; Harvey got the very real impression Georgie’s idea for these meetings had been seeded by her.

“Oh, next week, I’ll bring special snacks!” Mei volunteered, “We can all share them while we talk.”

“Great idea!” Sophia nodded, “Just so long as we don’t go too late, CNN just started airing the women’s NBA bracket and I don’t want to miss the opening games, they define the whole season-“

“Sof, if I have to hear one more thing about women’s sports I will scream.” Amira teased, Sofia stuck her tongue out in response before they burst into a fit of giggles and hugged.

Why did girls insist on hugging all the time?

A cold sweat formed on the back of his neck; he’d done about a dozen crash reports, and answered half a dozen tech issue emails this week, far below the minimum standard. He was usually so good at seeding his work in with other peoples so it looked like he was doing more than he had but if he had to give a full report…he was in serious trouble.

“I uh, I can’t sorry.” He mumbled, wrapping an arm around his stomach dramatically, “I’ve got a stomach ache.”

“That came on quickly.” Amira raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I think maybe my lunch was bad.” He groaned for added effect.

“It was the same cheap, takeaway burger you always have.” Georgie shook her head, “While I do wish you’d eat a bit healthier; it’s never made you sick before.”

George had never cared about his takeaway. Who had time to cook when cheap food could easily be bought? Never mind, now wasn’t the time.

“Yeah, it’s really bad.” He hunched, “I’d better run to the bathroom, okay bye!”

Mahreen narrowed her eyes at him as he passed and his stomach really did twist; he was such a good actor he was even convincing himself! He ran out before anybody could argue and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance at Mahreen, everything had been just fine before she came along, a part of him was tempted to call her out as the meddling bitch she was but he’d seen how well that went down with Mich-Mei. Besides, he hated conflict almost as much as he hated putting in effort. He just never saw the point, why try and put your heart and soul into something when no matter how hard you worked, somebody would do a better job? Mediocrity paid the bills just as well and gave him more time for relaxing.

Harvey groaned for real this time; his stomach was really churning now but not in the painful way he was used to after one too many slices of pizza. Rather it was this warm, almost pleasant tingle radiating out from his middle. Curiously he lifted his shift, expecting to see his usual beer belly but instead was met with a flat stomach which was steadily changing colour to a rich, warm brown. Spreading out like a puddle of expanding water, washing away the fat and hair as it expanded. He’d seen enough of his colleagues to know what this meant and a lump lodged in his throat; he didn’t want to be a woman! But…it was nice to a little thinner. He shook his head, being thinner wasn’t worth being changed, he had to get back to the office and stop Mahreen before the spell properly took hold!

He ran, knowing time was of the essence, arms and legs pumping with exertion for the first time in years. He could feel them changing as he moved, becoming thinner yet somehow stronger. A tickle appeared at the nape of his neck as hair began growing, thick and dark, flying out behind him like the wings of a bird as he flew across the linoleum. His centre of gravity began to shift, causing him to wobble slightly before continuing, his hips were widening to accompany the extra weight of his behind already, he had to move faster! His legs and lungs burned, his chest heaving and adrenaline flooded his system; as he rounded the final corner back to his department’s office Harvey realised his heart was racing not just from nerves but exhilaration. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d run this fast, the last time he’d given an act, even a simple one like running, his full effort. It felt…good. As he skidded to a stop outside the officed door he was left gasping for breath and yet, a smile was plastered across his face. He could feel the all the extra chub he’d acquired over the years melting away leaving him lean, dark and fit.

A sense of strange confidence seemed to flow through him, even as he could feel his body warping and changing against his will; maybe he would confront Mahreen after all. Why not at least try? He took a deep breath, feeling the extra weight there and ignoring the temptation to look down. He kicked in the door, the rest of his team startling as he strutted forwards, feeling his hips take on a distinctive sway that felt so right, adding to his confident swagger. Harvey opened his mouth, ready to give Mahreen the tongue lashing of a lifetime but Amira interrupted.

“Oh my gosh, Harvey? You look incredible!”

The fire went right out of him, the heat instead spreading to his chest and cheeks; nobody had ever sounded so happy to see him before, or said such a lovely thing in greeting. He looked down at himself, a pair of full breasts were hanging from his chest, tear dropped shaped and heavy, but beautiful. He watched as the blush deepened across the curve of his breasts at the realisation, he’d never been considered beautiful before, especially not by himself.

“Glad you came back for the meeting.” Mahreen smiled and Mei rolled her eyes playfully in response.

“Come on, the girl just got changed, give her a minute to breathe, besides, we all know Harvey, or whatever her name is now, hasn’t got any work to report.”

For some reason, his usual bravado didn’t come and instead of laughing the comment off, Harvey lowered his eyes, a new sensation of guilt swirling in his stomach.

“Mei, you’re Michael is showing.” Georgie scolded, “But…is she right…um, what is your name now? Let’s see!”

He couldn’t believe how different the air was now, rather than anger or shock the girls were treating this as if it were an expected and exciting affair, all crowding around the computer to see his new name. As if his entire life hadn’t just been turned upside down, at least they’d been given a little time to come to term with things; perhaps coming back here so swiftly had been a mistake.

Dejectedly he flopped down into his seat, feeling himself bounce slightly on his newly inflated ass. He was here, may as well get this over with and compile a list of the work he’d actually done this week. He flicked open his emails and felt a twinge of annoyance at the half full inbox, email after email with customer questions and queries. Maybe, if he was quick, he could bat a few out right now just to buff his numbers a bit. The first was a simple enough issue, it only took a minute to formulate a response and send it off, may as well do another. For the first time in years Harvey felt his mind focusing, blood rushing in his ears as he entered the coveted zone. He began typing at a breakneck pace, answering email after email and even managing a little bit of coding on the side. He was so laser focused it was only after the third time he heard the name repeated that he finally snapped out of it.

“Sorry, what?”

“Harshita.” Georgie said again, “That’s your name.”

It rolled off her tongue and into his ears like honey; what a beautiful name. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman; like him. His mind was still buzzing; it felt as though electricity was flowing through his veins from the high of becoming so focused. He’d forgotten what it felt like to really try.

“Woah, did you just do all that work while we were looking at your file?” Amira gasped, “Harshita, that’s incredible.”

The praise created a warm ball in his chest, the praise flooding his whole system with a pleasure he’d not experienced before. It coiled inside him and Harvey realised he was already craving more. Maybe he could wait until tomorrow to feel upset with Mahreen.

~

Now that the whole office had been transformed the air really did feel lighter. Mahreen had been so excited when the company hired here, even going so far as to permit her to fully transform the trouble makers, ‘if that’s what it takes’. She’d decided then and there to transform them regardless, the dating scene had been so empty and she was only changing their bodies, not their sexualities. Okay, perhaps she tweaked poor Hashita’s mind just a little so she would accept the change a bit faster than the others, but mostly she’d kept them as they were, just a little mental nudge here and there to help them make a change for the better here and there.

Of course, she’d not used her magic to make any of them infatuated with her. She went down that path as a younger woman and found it left her both unfulfilled and guilt ridden, no she wanted a genuine connection and hoped one of the new lovely ladies she’d helped make would be it. Georgie had announced with great gravitas, that she was entering the dating scene again and was already enjoying things far more seeing women as a woman.

“Now that I know how these bodies can feel, well, let’s just say I have had several very satisfied dates. I can’t believe I never took the time to learn before, such a shame, my poor wives. Perhaps I should reach out to them…”

Mahreen was especially proud of Georgie’s transition; it can be hard to unlearn years, decades of bigotry but she’d taken it in stride. She was like a proud den mother, helping each of the younger women as they changed both to get used to their new bodies but also encourage them to reached their new heritages. The office pizza days had swiftly been replaced with all manner of traditional dishes from around the globe and nobody dared to sneer at ‘ethnic’ food.

It was hard to believe the bubbly, chatty room of women had once been the most bigoted and closed off space in the entire building. Georgie and Harshita were discussing the best way to optimise their online filing system; the latter now eager to try and beat her record of fifty emails answered in a single day. They really were so much more productive since Georgie put her in charge of assigning tasks, it had only been a few days and the results were already clearly seen.

“I just don’t want you to overload yourself dear.” Georgie cooed, pressing her warm palm to the others cheek, “We’re a team here, you don’t need to take on investigating all the crash reports yourself.”

“But I want to!” Harshita beamed, “I have so much catching up to do!”

“You’re such a good girl.”

Harshita flushed at the praise and Mahreen smiled to herself; that poor girl had the most obvious praise kink she’d ever seen. If she’d known she would have transformed and unlocked that potential earlier.

“Good morning, Mahreen. I like your new shayla.”

Amira.

It was unprofessional for her to pick favourites but secretly, she found herself increasingly fond of Amira. Perhaps it was because she’d opted to turn her into a pretty, middle eastern girl like herself or perhaps it was because Alex had been the nicest of the bunch initially, ether way, that demure little smile of hers always set butterflies racing in her stomach.

“Thank you, you’ve really taken a shine to them, haven’t you?”

Amira blushed deeply, a dark red seeping across her coppery cheekbones; she looked positively delicious.

“Oh yes, I found a shop online and they sell all kinds, my favourite is this yellow one.” She did a little twirl which earned her several appreciative glances from her colleagues.

Mahreen felt arousal swirl in her gut; Amira had really mastered the art of dressing conservatively, yet somehow always looking so damn sexy. Her clothing covered so much skin, yet was loose enough that when she moved it was flow and move, somehow, she made catching a glimpse of clavicle or arm feel as naughty as catching somebody fully naked. It was like one big tease constantly floating around the office. Mahreen cleared her throat, chasing away such thoughts.

“Perhaps we should go pray?” She suggested, needing to clear her mind and Amira eagerly agreed.

Mahreen couldn’t wait for the day when she could have the woman all to herself alone, without the prayer mats.

~

Amira had a plan. It was an insane plan, a stupid one really but a plan nonetheless. It had been a full month since Mahreen arrived to help them with their at work performance and today was her last day. All talks of tricking or otherwise forcing her to turn them back had evaporated entirely within the last week now that Hashita was part of the girls group. They hadn’t gotten a single complaint for almost two full weeks, something that was unheard of before she arrived. Not only that but their office had almost turned into a second home; filled with secret sharing and no shortage of homemade food provided by Georgie and Mei. She, along with Harshita, Sofia and Mei had started taking advantage of their private office space to dress a little less professionally as well. Gone were the sensible suits and pencils skirts, replaced with saris, cheongsam style mini dresses and patterned headscarves.

They’d even started bringing in extra clothes for the other girls to try out their different cultural styles.

“No need to be shy, girls.” Mei had insisted, “We’re all ladies here, no need to hide those bodies.”

“You’re a real lech, you know that?” Sofia has teased, Mei had responded by unbuttoning her shirt and pushing off the woman’s shoulders before tossing her one of Harshita’s saris.

Such acts had sent Amira home with a head full of fantasies each night, many of which left her with a finger between her legs, biting her pillow. And yet, it was Mahreen who’s face she always pictured; those full lips and her bronze skin almost seemed to call to her, sometimes even more strongly than her urge to pray. It was generally considered, by most people with any common sense, a bad idea to date your co-workers. But after this shift, Mahreen wouldn’t be her co-worker anymore, so technically, it wasn’t a completely stupid idea, right? That’s what Amira was telling herself anyway.

Still, she found herself freezing at the threshold to the office; Mahreen had mentioned offhandedly that she would be coming in early on her last day to ensure she got everything tied up. If she was right, Mahreen was alone in their office right now, it was the perfect time to ask her out and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to open the door.

“Well, what do we have here?”

Two arms snaked around her hips and a chin can to rest on her shoulders; Amira turned and found herself face to face with Harshita, smug grin plastered across her face.

“You’re early.” Amira swallowed, of course she was early, Harshita was always early now, why hadn’t she thought of that!

“Uh huh, I wanted to help Mahreen get organised as a favour, is that why you’re here? Or did you have something else you wanted to do, all alone with Mahreen in the office?” She teased, gently rubbing her hips against Amira’s ass suggestively.

She was suddenly hyper aware of those breasts resting against her back and how close Harshita’s hands were to her crotch. She almost leapt out of the embrace, causing a burst of laughter from down the hall. Peering around the corner were Mei and Sofia, both snickering.

“I told you she’d be here.” Sofia cooed, “Amira’s had the biggest crush of Mahreen since she arrived, even before she got made all sexy.”

The girls surrounded her teasing smiles on their lips.

“Guys, come on this is hard enough as it is.” Amira pouted, “What if she says no?”

Sofia gently grabbed her chin, tilting her head up to look at her.

“Mahreen is crazy about you, I bet she’d have dragged you onto a bloom closet by now if she wasn’t so damn professional.”

The mental image of Mahreen pressed up against her body in a dark confined space, those soft lips at her neck; it made her whimper and Sofia grinned.

“She’s got no chance, you’re too damn hot when you’re flustered. And you’re flustered a lot chula.”

“Guys stop it!” She took a step back, trying to wipe the near permanent blush from her cheeks, “I need to look cool for this!”

“You do.” Mei insisted, “Now go in there and get the girl.”

“With you all listening like a bunch of gossips at the door?”

“Yes.” They all said simultaneously.

Amira shook her head; she couldn’t really bring herself to be annoyed at them. They just wanted her to be happy. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door to find Mahreen seated with her laptop at the back of the room. She gave her a warm smile that made Amira’s insides melt slightly as she walked over to greet her.

“Good morning, Amira. How are we going?”

“Oh good. The weather is…great today.”

The weather? The fucking weather? Really? Amira cleared her throat.

“What I mean to say is, I’m glad your last day is a nice one.” She tried, “And since it’s your last day, I wanted to say thank you. Working here has become so much more fun since you arrived and our productivity is up and complaints are down. It’s brilliant. You’re brilliant.”

“Why, thank you.” Mahreen stood, pressing Amira into a tight hug that mingled the warmth of their bodies together so deliciously she had to fight to focus.

“So, since you won’t be here every day I was wondering…if you’d like to go out some time? For dinner?”

“Like a date?”

“Not like a date, a date.” Amira clarified, nerves making her skin buzz, she was sure Mahreen must have been able to feel it through their hug.

“That sounds lovely.”

Happiness burst in Amira’s chest. She said yes!

A cheer rang out as the rest of the girls rushed inside to congratulate them, Georgie walking in after with a motherly, approving smile carrying what seemed to be a cake. Sofia was at her side, punching the air and yelling excitedly in Spanish.

“I thought we might be celebrating something more than Mahreen’s last day today. So, I made us a little something.”

The cake was pink, with little hearts on the side, Amira and Mahreen’s names writing in Arabic across the edges.

“I had to use the internet to get the lettering right but I thought it would be a nice touch.” Georgie beamed.

“I helped!” Harshita chimed in.

It was such a thoughtful gesture, Amira felt tears of happiness sting the back of her eyes as Mahreen put an arm around her shoulder. She could already feel the potential in the air, this relationship was going to last, she could feel it.

“Not only that but I have some big news!” Georgie announced, “The big wigs upstairs are very happy with our progress and, provided we continue on this path the department will be getting a bonus in the new year which means raises for all of you!”

Sofia whooped, while Mei and Harishita embraced, jumping up and down together while squealing excitedly. The team all crushed together in a group hug, Mahreen included and Amira sighed contentedly before the broke apart. Though she couldn’t help but giggle as Mei tried to cling on a little longer, nipples still clearly visible through her shirt, she was so transparent sometimes. Maybe Mahreen had a friend they could set her up with.

The sorceress gave her shoulder a squeeze before pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek. The gesture could almost be considered platonic and yet it set a fire racing inside Amira, she found herself idly wondering if any of those broom cupboards were nearby. As the rest of the team continued to celebrate, dividing up the cake with Mei licking icing off her fingers, she couldn’t help but look on in wonder that this was her life.

She had the best job in the world.