Gender Bending Investigations

“So this is my new place.” I looked around as the door swung open. In a way, it wasn’t much, just a small studio apartment. The bed was in a little nook near the door, and the kitchen was open with a bar separating it from the rest of the apartment. The one saving grace was the living room. It wasn’t huge, but one whole wall was a big sliding glass door that could open out onto a small patio. From the tenth floor, I got a killer view of the city and the water. It was the perfect place to launch my new life as a woman and get to work on my investigation.

I quickly took stock of things. The whole place was prepped decently well. The agency had contracted with a corporate relocation service to help set me up. That meant the furniture was in place and all the standard utilities were set up. Unfortunately, my cupboards were bare and so was my closet. Aside from a couple of outfits that I’d gotten at the agency, I didn’t have anything to wear.

I’d barely walked in when I sensed someone behind me. I turned around and let out a sigh of relief. It was still a strange feeling being a woman, and I noticed that I was a lot more sensitive about who was around me when I was on my own. In this case I didn’t have to worry, it was just one of the agency’s telepresence androids.

“So how do you like it?” Came the slightly synthetic sounds of my handler’s voice. The android body was linked to a virtual reality setup back at the office. It was a handy standin. You could change the androids face and voice to get around most surveillance. It was hard to pick out that it wasn’t human if you couldn’t get a really close look at it. They were really close to looking completely human aside from a few ticks. For deep cover agents it was a safer way to keep in contact without risking standard communication lines. Phones could be tapped, internet communications could easily be intercepted, but in person communication was much harder to shield and the data connection they used was supposed to be virtually undetectable.

“It’s great. I love the view.” I smiled. I knew it was agent Raikins manning the droid today. Outside of emergencies, he was going to be the one taking care of all of my needs from the agency. “Too bad I can’t really have you over.”

He laughed. Over the few days of my training and adjustment period, I’d spent a good deal of time in bed with him. In part, it was just getting used to the new plumbing, but honestly, sex was awesome as a woman. The other part was the transformation process had a side effect of temporarily amping up your libido. I don’t think I’d been as horny even when I’d been a teenage guy. It didn’t hurt that the sex helped take off the edge of my nerves. I wasn’t exactly a field agent after all.

“Honestly, you got lucky. This was one of the few buildings with vacancies and standard privacy features.” He walked in and closed the door. That made sense. There were plenty of ways to spy on people, and given that I was trying to infiltrate the inner circle of one of the most powerful men on the planet, I had to expect that at least some attempts would be made once I got closer to my goal.

“I assume you’re not going to leave all of my security needs to outsiders.” I looked around the room. No doubt, there were ultrasonic disruptors around the room and special vibration modifiers on the windows to prevent audio pickup. The slight tint in the windows also indicated that they had a filter to keep people from seeing in from the outside. The next biggest vulnerabilities were the data connections.

“Of course not. We’ve got a few data randomizers in place to handle your standard internet connections and phone. When you use either, you’ll be operating in dual band. All your real data will flow through the agency with our special wifi network while your standard connections will be sending dummy data that looks appropriate. Even if they can get physical accesses to your devices your logs will show the dummy data. The dual band capability is hidden rather deep in the code and has never been detected yet.” Raikins explained. I nodded. If there was one thing I understood, it was the need to secure data. In my former role as an analyst at the agency, that was the way we usually caught criminals. Sloppy data handling was always a good weak point to bring someone down.

“Well, I’ll still try not to use it too much. If there is one thing I can say about Oswald, he knows his data systems.” I walked over to the window. I could see the local headquarters of Patrick Oswald’s technological empire. It was almost understated, aside from the Thineritech logo emblazoned on the building it was just another generic office building. That had been one of Oswald’s gifts, an ability to blend in until it was too late for his competitors to deal with him. He had a knack for that, and that was just another thing that made him dangerous.

I still wasn’t sure about how I was going to get close. Sure, I was almost the perfect image of his ideal woman. That had been a requirement when they’d transformed me from a back office analyst into an undercover agent. I was short, not quite petite, with ample breasts and attractive curves. My face was cute and round, with big doe eyes that hid behind a pair of dark rim glasses and everything was framed by long lengths of brown hair. Each detail had been matched against the profile of women that Oswald had dated over the last five years, right down to my nearsightedness.

“I just hope this job leads somewhere, I would hate to just be languishing in a standard day job while Oswald keeps doing whatever it is he’s doing.” I grumbled a bit. This was one part of field work I never did quite get. Luckily, it wasn’t up to me to figure all of this out.

“No problem. For one, there is going to be a little office party at the end of the week at Crentechnics. Since this is the main office for that part of Thineritech, Oswald almost always likes to check out the new recruits. From our records, he has always made a point of personally welcoming every new member at this office, and many of the other facilities in the country. If we’ve prepped you well enough, we expect an eighty percent chance that he’ll pursue at least one private meeting.” Raikins explained. I had already gathered much of that from my own work. I had spent the last five years researching Oswald after all. If it hadn’t been for that fact, and our suspicions that he was about to do something big soon, I wouldn’t have been sent on this assignment.

“And if not?” I turned back to the android. It was always a bit creepy looking at it. The device was almost perfect, if you didn’t know it was an android, you’d just guess that the strangeness was a personal quirk, but since I knew the truth, it always set off a feeling of unease inside me.

“Well, then we’ll have to work on another plan. Undercover work is a lot of hit and miss when it comes to getting you inside. You’ll just have to play it cool. My recommendation is that you should apply your skills to stand out in your new job. If a casual meeting doesn’t spark an interest, seeing you making big advances in your position is your next best bet. We know he’s attracted to intellect as well as beauty. The fact you have both is just a major advantage.” Raikins said. It was still weird listening to him talking through the android. I would just have to get used to that.

“I guess, I should get my place setup then. I need some food, and a wardrobe. As much as I like the skirts, a bit more variety would be good.” I did a quick swoosh to show off my current outfit. I did like the way it looked on me. It was a strange thing, but over the last few days I’d gotten used to my newfound appreciation with women’s clothes, not just as something to enjoy looking at, but the actual wearing part of it.

I’d been perfectly straight as a guy, well, aside from the random curiosity that guys ignore. The transformation had cut right through all that though. Not only did I have the body of a young and attractive woman, they’d reconditioned my brain so that I could better fit my undercover role. I’d actually developed an affection for feminine clothes and an appreciation for just how they showed off my body. As strange as it was getting used to the greater attention that men would give me, I found it oddly validating. That didn’t mean I didn’t find it all pretty strange, but I didn’t let that fact get in the way of everything else.

“All right. I’ll be monitoring you. You know how to get in touch if you need anything. I’ll check in again later.” Raikins nodded and turned to leave. I wasn’t about to let him go so easily. I bounced over towards the average looking android and gave him a big hug.

“Thanks for setting everything up for me, and for everything else. It’s been a lot of fun so far. I certainly feel better knowing I’ve got you watching over my shoulder.” I gave him another big squeeze. I knew most of that would go through the VR link, and he’d feel it. I hadn’t had the chance to give him a proper hug before leaving the office, and I wasn’t about to lose this chance as well. He’d helped me so much over the last couple of days that it was hard to convey my true appreciation, but this was a start.

“That’s just my job, but you take care.” He returned the hug. It was slightly mechanical, but it still felt good.

With that he was gone, and I was alone in my new apartment. I still had the next day before work would begin, so now it was time to go shopping. There was plenty to get, and I had the time to enjoy it. I knew I didn’t have the biggest budget to work with, but I was ready for the challenge.

I popped into the bathroom quick to check my hair. It was another strange quirk, and yet it felt oddly natural to regularly check on my appearance. It was just another way that the deep conditioning had paid off. I tried not to think too much about it or else I’d get in the way of my new instincts. The truth was I needed to let all of this girlish stuff flow so I didn’t signal anyone that I wasn’t what I appeared to be.

What I appeared to be, that was pretty crazy too. I hadn’t just turned into a cute little nymph, I’d also lost about fifteen years of aging. I felt invigorated in a way that I hadn’t been in years, and was eager to get out. I hated to admit that it had been months since I’d really been outside. The Oswald investigation had kept me exceedingly busy and I didn’t have much of life otherwise. In the strangest way the last couple weeks had been almost like a vacation.

I had to fight down the urge not to skip as I made my way down the street. It was a hard impulse to suppress on such a warm and sunny day. Louise had explained that the conditioning process could sometimes trigger a psychological over compensation at times. It didn’t just make me act more feminine, it could push me to go overboard. As young as I’d become, I was still too old to go skipping down the street.

There were ways to distract myself, though. I’d taken a keen interest in gauging the reactions of people I walked by when I was on the street. It wasn’t something that used to interest me too much, but now it was amusing to see how many men turned to watch as I strutted by in my short skirt with my hair flowing in the gentle breeze. The thing that surprised me was that it wasn’t just men, there were more than a few women who’d given me the same lustful glances. I wasn’t sure if I was reading more into their reactions than was really there, but I wasn’t about to ask.

The day of shopping was remarkably uneventful. I managed to get enough food for a couple days and picked up a few more outfits, including some actual pants. I may have come to accept wearing skirts, but that didn’t mean I always wanted to wear them. I sorted out a couple more outfits as well, mostly so I’d have something appropriate for work.

When I got home, I did a crash course on my cover. I’d been hammering in all the information since my first day after my transformation. I was now Karen Broden, just two years out of the University of Iowa with a degree in computer science and a bit of experience from a small company in Chicago. I’d grown up in a small country town and got into computers because I wasn’t into the rural jock worship thing. I had a knack for data mining and information processing, and that was what had gotten me into the company. It wasn’t that I had forgotten even a single detail, my memory skills hadn’t been diminished by my transformation after all. Reviewing everything was just a way to calm my nerves.

The funny thing was how much my cover story mimicked my real background. Even crazier was just how much little detail was crammed into my head while I’d been under. I’d often throw out some casual detail about growing up in a one bar town and it was only after I said it that I realized it wasn’t from my own life. I’d gained a lot of respect for the staff that handled both the cover story and my mental conditioning.

Finally, I took a quick shower and tucked into bed. The real test was about to begin. I had to blend in, and with any luck, in a few days time I’d be meeting Patrick Oswald and I’d have my first chance at swinging into his orbit. I still wasn’t sure just how I was going to do that, but I was ready for the challenge.

***

I took a deep breath and looked up. This was it. Crentechnics. The building itself was hard to distinguish from the row of otherwise generic office buildings on this side street of the main business district. This wasn’t where architects went to show off their skills, it was where efficiency met basic design. Crentechnics had been just another startup looking for cheap office space, at least that was the case when they’d started up ten years ago. Now it had taken over the entire building and was another piece of Patrick Oswald’s financial empire.

It was also one of the easiest ways into Oswald’s orbit. It had only recently been bought out, and the Agency had a couple of contacts inside that could help with getting hired into the company, and thus into Oswald’s world. Truth be told, it was also the kind of company I’d have found myself in if I hadn’t ended up working for the Agency. They did deep level data analytics, these days, it was all about integrating data processing with artificial intelligence. The kind of thing that helped the modern world make decisions, from doctors diagnosing disease to helping pick out the next new band you should listen to.

I took a moment to adjust my clothes. I still wasn’t quite used to the feeling of a bra squeezing in on me and I wanted to make sure my skirt was straight. I had struggled with the decision to wear it. One the one hand, it felt kind of natural, and it made me look sexy, on the other hand, it made me look sexy and I wasn’t sure if that was quite the appearance I wanted to project on my first day of a new job.

Still, it was done, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I was actually a bit nervous. Even though this was only a temporary job for me, I still needed to do well or else I wouldn’t be able to impress Oswald. I needed to get his attention, and the sooner I could do that, the sooner I’d have a chance to get close to him. It also improved my luck in terms of really encouraging him to spend time with me.

Despite the rather plain exterior, the lobby was something else. It had been decked out, complete with a modern fountain sculpture complete with an integrated hologram system that showed stylized fish jumping and splashing out of the flowing water. The walls were done in white marble, with a modern take on Greco-Roman design, and the floor was done with a tile mosaic of the company logo and various depictions of the work being done here. It was almost on the edge of good taste, but their designer knew when to draw the line and keep it from becoming tacky while retaining the appearance of wealth and refinement.

I was busy gawking a bit when a slightly older man walked up. He looked to be about thirty and trim, but with the brightest blue eyes. I swooned for a moment before I caught myself. It was still hard to get used to the sudden rushes of feminine reactions. I wasn’t used to thinking about guys as sexy, or appreciating the way their gaze shifted as they checked me out. I could tell just from the way his eyes flickered that he liked my boobs.

“Hello, you must be Karen.” He reached out and I took his hand, trying hard not to blush. “I’m Phillip Dremen, I’m heading up the team you’ll be joining.”

“Nice to meet you.” I did my best to give him a hearty handshake, but my once firm grip wasn’t so strong any more. It was one of the effects of becoming a girl, and oddly disconcerting. Handshakes had become a much softer affair and not the subtle assertion of masculinity I’d been used to.

I also squirmed a bit. Even this rather unassuming contact with a handsome man was enough to excite me. I wondered for a moment if real women had this problem or if it was just a lingering side effect of my recent transformation. I’d been told that the hormone adjustment had given me the sex drive of a teenager, and I could attest to that. I knew as a guy it was hard working around attractive women sometimes, though it didn’t happen often enough for it to become a problem.

“I know you were hired remotely, would you like a tour of the office first, or just dive right in?” He asked.

“Maybe just the major landmarks. I’ve been curious about just what project I’ll be working on.” I nodded. I already knew the layout of the place, but a girl new to town and the company shouldn’t be so well informed. I didn’t want to give him the wrong impression.

“Sure, right this way.” I motioned me towards the elevators. “How do you like the city?”

“Well, I haven’t gotten a chance to see much aside from looking out my window.” I smiled.

“Really, that’s too bad. Hopefully you can get out and check out the town. We’ve got a lot of great stuff around here.” He walked me through the building. He pointed out the cafeteria and bathrooms, as well as the employee lounge. That was something that still surprised me.

“Well, we’ve taken all the research seriously around here. If you need a nap, just pop into one of our dark rooms, the ones on the left are for dozing. There’s no judgment around here about that, we know you’ll be more productive if you take ten minutes to close your eyes than if you try to power through. I usually like to take mine around two thirty.” He smiled.

I surveyed the room. The dark rooms were off on the left end of the room, and in the middle was almost like an arcade. There were several game machines, both the classic style and more modern consoles hooked up to TVs. There was also a set of other gaming tables, pool, ping pong and even a war gamers table complete with swappable buildings. It was a geek paradise.

“You’re free to spend whatever time in here that you like, so long as you get your work done. This isn’t the eighteenth century anymore and this isn’t some assembly line factory either. We want you sharp and focused, but I know I’ve had some of my best ideas after burning some steam off in here.” He explained.

“You don’t have to sell me on it.” I laughed. Even after years of research, there were still people that just didn’t believe that this was actually the most productive way to work. At least so long as you had committed employees. That was the other half of course, if you treated your employees well and let them feel connected to the company’s success, all of these distractions wouldn’t keep them from getting their work done. Still, the older generations didn’t quite believe in it, and that led to a lot of defensiveness about such policies.

“Well, I guess most new recruits are surprised by how flexible we are. I will tell you that we do track your badge. If you are meeting your assignments, there’s no issue, but if you spend all your time in here and don’t get your work done, then there can be trouble.” He explained. I took another look around. It was still early in the day, so the room was almost empty aside from one animated game of foosball. Then I spotted doors on the other side of the room. Like the dark rooms on the other side, it looked like there were a row of small rooms.

“So what are those rooms?” I pointed over to the far wall.

He looked uncomfortable for a moment and then steadied himself. “Well, just like a little sleep can help restore your energy, a little sex can help take the edge off of any stress that might build up.”

I blushed and took a step back. I’d never really heard of that before. Well, okay, sex did help with stress, but to have a company so open to the idea that they set aside rooms in the office for it? That was almost crazy.

“It’s completely voluntary, of course. There are even toys if you don’t want a partner. Again, no judgment, just don’t let it get in the way of your work.” I could see that he was gauging my reaction. What would the little country girl think of this. Midwesterners were still thought of as relatively conservative, especially on things like this.

“Wow, I guess I never would have expected something like that.” I blushed a bit and looked up at him bashfully. It really seemed a bit crazy, even if it made a bit of sense. The worst part, however, was that now I had the idea of sex on my brain, and I felt an even more vigorous quiver up my spine when I looked at Phillip. “Do you ever… well, indulge?”

That really hit him. I could see him actually blush a bit. “Yeah, I guess most of us do, except for the married ones. Though, seriously, I don’t want you to feel any pressure on this one.”

I nodded. I certainly understood and yet I didn’t want to linger here for too much longer. Nothing good could come from dwelling on the point. “I understand, but I’ll definitely have to think about it. So, shouldn’t we get on to our team?”

“Right, we’ve got work to do.” He pulled his chin up and spun us back towards our office. I knew he was just putting on a cover to handle his momentary discomfort. I could tell that he was trying to tread a fine line. No doubt, he’d like to get some one on one time with me in one of those little rooms, but that was just basic animal instinct, and as our team leader he didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with a new coworker.

We walked the rest of the way in somewhat awkward silence. I had to admit that I was thinking a lot about those little sex rooms. The idea of popping into one of those rooms for a quick fuck was a little disturbing and a lot sexy. I knew it was just my fired up libido, but I’d already gone two days without some good hot sex and it was starting to affect my concentration. I took the time to focus myself on my mission. I couldn’t let myself get distracted so easily.

“And this is our team.” Phillip motioned around the room. It was so unlike my office that I could scarcely believe it. The room seemed to exist as two separate rings. The outer ring was like little open offices, separated by cubicle walls on both sides but open into the room. The desks were all placed against one of the walls, so you couldn’t just walk up behind someone and easily see their computer monitors.

The inner circle was a mix of open tables, free standing white boards and couches arranged so that you could have an easy circular discussion. The room was open overall, and felt quite comfortable, but I could see that a lot of work got done in here. Each of the whiteboards was filled with scribbles and the central table had a rather complicated data model on the holographic display as several people had a rather animated discussion around it.

At least they were talking right up until they noticed me. Then they all gave me a big smile and waved me over. We walked up to the table and they all lined up to look at me.

“Hi, I’m Karen.” I smiled. That name still sounded weird to me, but I was starting to get used to it. Oddly enough, it was one thing that hadn’t caught in my conditioning. It didn’t help any that I was now the focus of attention for this group of men and women. As soon as I spoke, everyone from around the room came over and we all traded handshakes and introductions. It was a bit awkward, and I made careful note of all their names. This was one of those times where having a photographic memory really paid off.

Once all the introductions were over most of my new coworkers drifted back to their work until it was just me and a few others.

“Karen has a few hours until her official orientation seminar. Why don’t you see if she can help you with your little problem.” Phillip was doing his best to wrangle me into work. I had to admit I was curious. Just what could a company like this need with someone like me anyway?

“Sure.” Susan nodded, and dragged me over to one of the tables showing a data model hologram. It was strange getting pulled around by a small Asian woman, but I wasn’t about to object. “Okay, do you understand what you’re seeing here?”

I took a moment to scan over the display. I let my jaw drop a little. These kind of displays were still rather cutting edge, and I’d not seen one outside of a trade show. The Agency didn’t have the budget for this kind of tech. As cool as it was, it took me a moment to figure out what I thought it was displaying.

“Do you mind if I touch it?” I asked. This was a bit scary for me. I’d never done more than fiddle at simple tasks with a holographic display. Now I had to look like I at least had some experience with them. Since I was supposed to be a recent graduate, I should have at least put in some lab time on this kind of display.

Susan tapped the controls a couple of times. I followed the motions of her hands and watched the displays that flashed past. She was saving the current settings, so if I messed anything up, she’d be able to restore her work. Then she slid the control over to me. I held up my hands and did a quick calibration. It was strange to work with a computer with nothing more than a visual interface, but then I noticed a strange feeling in the tip of my finger as it approached the holographic controls.

The burly looking guy across from me smiled as he noticed my surprise. Jack was casually dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, which managed to show off his equally trim figure. For techies, everyone around here either kept good care of themselves or were paying hefty sums to the rejuvenation clinics to keep in shape. “We’ve got all the latest here, state of the art force feedback interface. It’s actually a low energy electron beam that’s fired off when your hand gets close to something on the display. Just enough for you to feel it, but not do any damage.”

“Nifty.” I grinned. Then I started to play with the data model. First, I spun it around, studying it, then zoomed in, so I could see the details on each component. It was a wild way to see data connections, and whatever it was they were tying together, they weren’t going for simple. This thing easily had a couple hundred major relationships displayed, but I drew in on the ones flashing in bright red.

“Well, it looks like these correlations are consuming a lot of your resources.” I said.

“Any suggestions?” Susan asked firmly. She wasn’t quite curt, but just sharp enough that I wondered about her intent. She looked at me with a critical eye. I knew this was something of a test, a sink or swim moment, in her mind if nothing else.

I took another careful moment to look at the data relationships. I skipped over the obvious answers. Each of them had a cost that wouldn’t improve the situation much. I did sense a degree of frustration from both of them, they’d clearly been trying to work through this issue for a while. My guess was they wanted me as a tie breaker, as well as to test my general skills.

The data sprawled out in front of me and I worked through my options, going deeper into the linkages, looking for places where I could improve the processing speed without causing fallout, and most of all, looking to get as much bang out of it as I could. This wasn’t something I normally did, sure I did deep analysis of data for criminal investigations, but this was different. On the one hand the data sets were more organized, but there were also far more of them. It was the amount of cross linking that made things trouble.

I could see they were both growing impatient, I had to give them something and then I found it. There was a data nexus that had been skipped over, it was deep in the algorithm, but by redirecting the links and slightly changing some of the cross references, I could eliminate their bottleneck. I threw my hands into the work. It was actually kind of fun playing with the hologram, stretching and tossing data representations with the flick of a wrist. Finally, I was done and turned back to them.

“How about this?” I took a step back and let them examine my work. Susan and Jack tore through it, every link and every change. I knew they were looking for faults, not to be mean, but because that was what this kind of software work was all about. Even the smallest error could come back to bite you when you were making systems this large.

“Well, I’ll be.” Jack muttered as he fell back into his chair.

“Yes, it seems we’ve been shown up.” Susan crossed her arms and gave me a look that sent shivers up my back. It was a mix of respect, scorn, and bemusement. I wasn’t sure exactly how to react to it.

“Congratulations, you’ve just blown through about a months worth of their work.” Linda giggled as she popped up behind me. The lanky blonde didn’t quite look like she belonged here, aside from the black rimmed glasses, she was dressed more for a high class party then a software development lab.

“Three weeks anyway.” Jack nodded. He at least was smiling. I could see it bothered him that I’d managed to solve their problem so quickly.

“Well, then that calls for a little celebration!” Linda clapped. “Well, we needed to properly welcome our new team member, and since she’s put half of us ahead of schedule, why don’t we go hit Craven’s?”

Everyone seemed to agree to that quickly enough and before I could beg off, I was swept away with the crowd. Craven’s was apparently the favorite dining hole around here.

“So, completely overwhelmed yet?” Linda asked as she led me into the restaurant. The place was a bit of a dive, but one that was still cared for with love. The atmosphere was intentional and not from neglect, though at first glance it was easy to miss that distinction.

“A little, it really isn’t quite what I expected.” I nodded and followed everyone over to a set of tables.

“Yeah, it’s not like most companies, and after we got bought up by Thineritech a year ago, it’s been wild. Not bad, but the management changes have really got us working outside the box.” Linda explained.

“What kind of changes?” I was curious. I rarely dug into this kind of detail in my previous investigations. As far as I’d been able to tell, Oswald hadn’t used his subsidiary companies for much more than profit generation and patent collection. He wanted to control the technology and who could use it, but otherwise, he left the companies alone. It was only a few core operations that seemed to have nefarious intent.

“Well, we’d always been a somewhat flexible office, but you’ve seen the lounges right?”

“Yeah, Phillip took me by one this morning.”

“Well, the old ones were little more than break rooms with a couch on the side. Nobody cared if you popped in for a quick nap, but it wasn’t something most of us did. After the buyout, the whole office got upgraded, all thanks to Big T.” Linda continued as we got our menus. “After that, we were encouraged to take breaks, and unwind. If you were tired, take a nap, if you needed to blow off some steam go play a game. The strangest thing though, when five o’clock comes around, the managers will shoo you out, and they really discourage working from home after hours.”

I let that sink in. I’d never really paid much attention to the working conditions in Oswald’s companies. I’d generally assumed they worked like other tech companies, right down to the long hours. Sure the lounge had been extravagant, but that was just a feature designed to keep you in the office all day, every day so you could work more. There was one more thing though that struck me as odd. I leaned in so I could whisper to her. “I’d think the sex rooms would be the weirdest thing myself.”

Linda was quiet for a moment, and I looked up to see her with the strangest expression. It cleared, and she went back to her smiling self, but it was like I’d triggered something. “Oh, don’t be silly. I forgot you’re from someplace in the Midwest right, Ohio, wasn’t it?”

“Iowa.” I interjected.

“Sorry, Iowa then. I know people are a lot more uptight about the whole sex thing out that way, but really, it’s no big deal here. That doesn’t bother you does it?” Linda looked at me with a sincere concern. I had to admit her statement surprised me. I knew the world had changed a lot in the last decade I’d been holed up inside the Agency, but I hadn’t expected this level of comfort with the subject.

“Oh, no, I’m okay. I guess, I just hadn’t expected it.” I smiled and let the conversation flow around me. They got most of my cover story out of me in a few minutes before drifting back into office talk. It was almost refreshing how normal it seemed. I just sat back and let them feed me information on the day to day work of their little department.

It wasn’t until we were heading back to the office that Linda held me back a little and then leaned down to whisper in my ear. “If you’re really okay with the whole sex thing, then make sure to swing by my desk around five. There’s a little place some of us like to go after work and I can guarantee you have an experience you’ll never forget or regret.”

She gave me a quick pat on the shoulder and then skipped ahead to join up with the rest of the group. I stumbled forward, a bit stunned and a lot intrigued. It didn’t help that my energized libido quickly sent my imagination to the kinkiest places. I had to shake my head to clear out the most distracting notions. It was time to go back to work.

Or rather, it was time to sit through new employee orientation. A company as big as Crentechnics tended to hire a lot of people, so they brought them in every two weeks as a big wave. That meant a lot of auditorium style briefings and corporate pep rallies. I could see that a lot of the people around me were excited to be here, especially the younger ones. I tried to mimic their enthusiasm. Sure, I’d given up the corporate world after just a couple of years, but my new identity was supposed to be at the on ramp to her career and not the slightly jaded mid career fellow that I was.

There wasn’t much useful information to glean from those meetings though. It was all pretty standard, and as such hopelessly dull. I tried to mask the boredom, but it was impossible to keep my mind from drifting back to what Linda had implied after lunch. I was beginning to think that the world really was different now then I’d expected. I’d been so wrapped up in the Agency that it had been easy to ignore the changes, but now that I thought about it, it wasn’t surprising.

The same technology that allowed me to transform from an unkempt middle age guy into a perky and petite twenty something was no doubt having big impacts across the medical spectrum. Birth control was now virtually perfect, a simple treatment could adjust your body not to make sperm or release eggs until the procedure was reversed. Sexually transmitted diseases, as well as any other bacterial or viral infections were a thing of the past. Doctors could give you a simple nanobot injection that would hunt down any undesired infectious agents and kill them in a way that also trained your immune system to hunt them down if you were exposed again, much like a vaccine.

It wasn’t hard to see that society might kick back to the sexual revolution type of thinking. Free love, after a fashion, seemed to be back. Sex could be had without the risk of negative consequences. It was only in places that still held to more traditional moral values that hadn’t quite gone as casual as the more cosmopolitan areas of the country.

The logic of it was hard to ignore, and I kicked myself silently as I realized just what I’d been missing out on. While I’d been content to run deep data analysis for the agency and spearhead lots of investigations, I’d been missing out on the new sexual revolution. It wasn’t that I regretted all of my choices, but I certainly could have indulged more than I did.

So, by the time I managed to get out of the orientation, I didn’t hesitate to meet up at Linda’s desk. It certainly wouldn’t hurt the investigation to get in closer with the team here at the office. At least that was how I rationalized it. I was trying not to admit that I was looking forward to whatever kind of debauchery they had in store.

“Oh, I’m so happy you decided to stop by. You are going to head out with us tonight, right?” Linda smiled as she saw me approach. My eyes looked her over with renewed vigor as she waited for me. She was hot, not that she was quite my type. She was a bit too tall and lanky. My preferences ran towards the shorter and curvier variety. Still, the look of enthusiastic lustfulness on her face made up for any deficiencies. Whatever it was I was getting myself into, she certainly was ready to enjoy it.

“Yeah, I guess I’m too curious to say no.” I blushed a bit. In some ways my previous lack of experience was going to be a bit of a boon here. Sure, I’d been messing around with Agent Raikins, but despite the intensity of our coupling, we’d kept it pretty tame as far as kinkiness went. I suspected that this little outing was going to be a lot more adventurous.

“Great! I’ll get Jack and Susan. Some of the others might stop by later, but since you’re on our little team, it’s kind of up to us to warm you up.” Linda smiled wickedly. I felt a shudder roll up my spine. The more she spoke about it, the more convinced I was that I had to find out what she was planning.

The others joined us and then we were on our way. We headed down the sidewalk and soon found our way to a rather non-descript building just outside the club district of town. We walked inside and I was blown away decor as soon as the door closed. Where the company had tried to meld the modern with the classical, this place made no such attempt. It was dripping with Roman style, right down to the marble statues of people in almost every variety of sexual embrace carved in relief and ringing the room. There certainly wasn’t much left to the imagination there.

To complete the look, there was a young woman dressed in a flowing white dress that matched well with Roman fashion, aside from the almost translucence of the material. Her every curve was readily seen, as were her dark nipples. About the only thing her outfit truly hid was a clear view of her pussy. The effect, however, was just as intended, and I could already feel the rush of heat starting to flow between my legs.

“Welcome. Please, come this way and check in. We have the standard waivers on the screens. Is there anything special you’d like tonight?” She smiled and waved us over to a small table that had several small computer terminals lined up on top.

“No, we’ll just be joining the main hall today.” Linda smiled and pushed me over to the terminals.

“It’s all just boilerplate waivers. Just thumb print it and we can get going.” Linda prodded as I quickly scanned the documents. If it was a standard waiver, it sure didn’t read like it. Of course, I’d never been to a place like this before. Somehow, I seemed to be entering into some kind of orgy. I wasn’t sure what to think about that, but I quickly signed off on the documents and followed Linda down the hall.

The hallway broke off in two directions, one for men and one for women. For a moment I almost went the wrong way, but Linda gave a quick shout and I followed her over to the women’s side. I was kind of surprised to see a rather comfortable looking locker room.

“So, what do we do here?” I asked.

“We get undressed.” Susan scowled at me. I was learning that it wasn’t me that she was targeting specifically. She had a way of being terse with everyone. She also didn’t hesitate, and while I stood there in stunned silence, she had already stripped off her blouse and was working on her bra. Linda gave me a tap on the shoulder to break me out of the trance I’d fallen into. As course as her demeanor was, her body was just as stunning. She was petite in the way some Asian women could be and her breasts were smaller than mine, but perfectly rounded, and she was completely shaved from the neck down. It took some effort to stop staring at her as she opened up a locker and dropped her clothes inside.

With the spell broken, I turned to attend to myself. I felt a bit self conscious as I undressed. I wasn’t used to being naked in such an open setting like this. I hadn’t even been to a gym since college. My new dimensions only amplified my anxiety. Still, it got easier with each piece I took off, and it wasn’t long before the three of us were all equally naked.

“Okay, now before we go any further, I want to get a few things clear, since I know we’ve been a bit coy with you so far.” Linda stopped and bent down so she could look me in the eye.

“Okay.” I fidgeted a bit. Thankfully, they kept the place warm enough that there wasn’t any discomfort being naked because of the temperature, but I was still standing around without any clothes on. On the plus side, I was next to two very sexy women who were equally bare and as a girl, I could allow myself to be aroused and not have everyone easily notice.

“Now, first of all, if you ever want us to stop all you need to do is say so. Everyone here only wants you to enjoy yourself. In the same way, if anyone tries to do something you don’t like, feel free to say so and they won’t do it. Since this is your first time here, no one is going to try anything extreme, but always know that we want you to enjoy yourself.” Linda explained. I just listened and nodded. I still wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but I was growing eager to find out.

“I understand.”

“Good, and a few quick questions before we get started. You have three holes, is there any one you don’t want used?”

“Well… maybe my butt.” I blushed a bit. That was one thing that still seemed to be a bridge too far for me. At least for now.

“Okay, and do you mind being touched by or touching men or women sexually?” Linda continued. It was almost hard to take her seriously with the way she smiled at me so warmly. It was so nonchalant that I almost doubted where I was for a moment.

“I guess, both are okay.” I must have turned a bit darker red as I admitted it.

“Wonderful! We’re going to have a lot of fun. Now just let us go out and get things ready for you.” Linda laughed and then bounced out of the far end of the locker room with Susan.

That left me standing naked and alone in the locker room. I was torn between excitement and concern. Just what was I getting myself into? I wasn’t about to back out now. I had to find out just what it was that went on here.

It wasn’t long before Linda popped back in. There was something strangely alluring about a woman walking around completely naked and yet not being intentional sexual. It didn’t hurt that Linda was a sight to behold, with her nicely rounded breasts, and lean figure. She was built like a dancer, and combined with the graceful way she moved, it was hard not to stare.

“Okay, everyone’s ready. Now there’s just one more thing.” Linda lifted up a small face mask, like the kind used for sleeping. “For your first night, we like to do a special kind of introduction. Believe me, you’ll have a lot more fun if you don’t take this off.”

I considered it for a moment. I felt a shiver go up my spine. I was going to walk into the unknown wearing nothing more than a sleeping mask. Completely blind to whatever it was they had planned.

“Okay.” I took it and felt the silky cover for a moment before I pull it on.

“You know what they say about losing one of your senses…” Linda laughed and then she slid her hand up my arm. The light touch was almost ticklish and made me quiver. Her fingers moved back down and then took my hand. “Now, why don’t we find out?”

She tugged on my hand and I let her lead me out. We took it slow, and I could feel the air swish by as we went through the door. Linda pulled me a bit further into the room. I felt like I was walking on something soft, not quite carpet, almost like a thin pillow, but covering the whole floor. Anticipation was exciting me. Whatever it was that was about to happen, I was trying to be ready for it.

“Now, tonight, we have a special guest, a young woman who’s never ventured here before and so we want to welcome her with an evening of pleasure so that she will always know that she has a home here.” I heard Linda introducing me. She let my hand go, left me standing alone. It felt like a void, a place empty and without form. The air was still, the temperature perfect, and that only added to the effect.

I waited. My breath growing deeper as I fought against the sudden urge to tear off the blindfold and see what surrounded me. Just as I was about to give in when I felt hands on my feet. Soft, delicate fingers slid over the top of my feet, along the sides of my soles and around my ankles. The touch was delicate, sensuous. At first I thought it was just two, but then it was more, a never ending stream of soft gentle strokes. One by one they slid over my skin and I trembled and shuddered as they started to slowly work their way up.

Higher and higher they drew, up the sides of my legs, over the curves of my calves. I started to hear voices, or rather sounds. It started light, just whispers of moans and coos of pleasure. The sound was wickedly feminine, and like a siren’s song, drawing out my anticipation as they drew further up my legs. Every stroke growing closer to that warming cleft between my legs.

That’s when the kisses started. Each of my hands was taken, and kissed, on my knuckles, on my palms and on the back of my hands. The kisses were light at first, almost feathery, but they quickly grew more intense, more demanding. The strokes on my legs became stronger at just the same moment, sinking deeper into my flesh with each touch. Before I knew it, I was in adrift in a sea of sensation, stroked and kissed all over the edges of my being. It was intense, and yet it was outside, my core was left untouched, seething and eager.

I panted, almost delirious, from the sensation. It was pleasurable, but it was also a tease, a taunting of sensation denied and ecstasy promised. I held myself there as the ache began to grow almost out of control. I needed more, and yet, I didn’t know how to get it.

“Are you ready?” Came a whispered voice in my ear, soft and feminine.

“Do you want it?” Another whisper, this one deep and masculine taunted me from the other side. Every moment, the lips and fingers swirled around me. It was surreal, and yet, the questions continued. There was simply no debate about the answer.

“Yes… please…” I gasped. The whispers stopped, but nothing else. I trembled, and quaked, knowing that something more was coming, but not knowing what.

Then suddenly, I felt something wet and probing press against each of my nipples. I gasped as tongues swirled around each tender nub, sparking pleasure through my chest. It was so hard to concentrate with so much happening all over my body, but the tongues drew my focus as lips slowly descended upon the peak of each breast. I still wasn’t used to how sensitive my nipple could be, and in my current condition, I felt like I was going mad as I was suckled on.

I pressed my chest out, pushing my soft breasts into those eager, hungry lips. The feeling was electric, the way their tongues worked over my nipples, sliding and rubbing. Teeth nibbled gently, squeezing and pulling my flesh as I gasped and moaned. It was wicked, wild pleasure, and it only made me want more.

“Oh yes, yes!” I cried out as hands reached up and cupped both of my breasts, squeezing my softness. My body quaked, aching and needful. The void between my legs was yearning to be filled. In all the time since my transformation I’d never felt so fully, so wantonly feminine. I was standing here, at the tender mercy of so many, and I wanted nothing more than for them to take my yielding flesh and fill it with raw pleasure. It was a feeling completely at odds with my former masculinity. The core sense of the need to conquer and claim had been washed away and replaced with the unquenchable need to be ravished.

I felt more hands move in behind me, caressing my back and rubbing over my bare bottom. My hair was brushed aside, and lips pressed against the side of my neck. They licked and planted light kisses all the way from my shoulders to the bottom of my ears. I was surrounded now, engulfed in a sea of touches and strokes, kisses and squeezes. My entire body was being lovingly handled, every part of my flesh enticed. All except for one place, the one place I most wanted, most needed to be touched.

“I needed it… oh please, please…” I wailed. It was almost torture, an impossible torture of raw teasing sensation. My pussy throbbed and ached as it dripped with my juices. I had never been so ready, so completely aroused. I wanted nothing more than to be taken, but I had to hold on, I was at their mercy, and all I could do was wait for them.

So many hands were surrounding me, stroking and rubbing, that I barely realized when they began to push and pull. All at once, they worked together, pulling me gently back and lifting me off my feet. There were so many that they handled me easily, and some hands continued to caress me as they carried me. I don’t know how far it was, but I soon felt myself being softly lowered into a bed of cushions.

My instincts took over as I fell onto my back. Hands were still massaging me, lips still kissing and suckling, and I pulled my legs open. They helped, drawing them wider, exposing my eager wet center to everyone. I felt a tickle between my legs. The comfortable air of the room felt cool as it slid over my boiling wet pussy. I’d never been so hot before, and the strange feeling only drew out more feminine gasps from my lips.

“You are so hot…” Came a whisper. A different man this time.

“So wet…” Sang a feminine voice.

“We welcome you.” Came a chorus of husky voices, all filled with lust.

That was the moment I felt the probing between my legs. I knew the feeling well, the bulbous firmness of a man’s cock sliding along my wet slit, parting my nether lips. I gasped, my pussy clenching in anticipation. The helplessness of waiting was so uniquely feminine. The man was in control, and I could only stand in yearning until he pressed forward. As he slid against me, the hands slowed, and then stopped. They rested against my flesh, comforting, but not distracting as the head of his cock slid down my channel and came to rest against the gates of my womanhood.

“Oh god!” I cried out when he thrust inside. I was so wet, so eager that my wet folds offered no resistance. His thick cock slid deep with that first push, and I moaned from the raw pleasure that came from being so completely filled. It was perfect, my tight pussy filled with a throbbing cock, all the way inside me.

They granted me a moment to savor the feeling, to enjoy the fullness and then everyone began anew. His cock pulled back as mouths assaulted my nipples again. He thrust as they nibbled. His hardness stretched me as I was kissed and licked and stroked from every direction. There was no escape, and no focus. My cries of pleasure filled the room as they continued. It was too much to keep together and I felt lost to the sensations flooding over me.

The raw feelings only made me more wild, more crazed. I felt the tension building inside me as his cock slid in and out, pressing deep and then pulling back. His angle such that every stroke rubbed against my clit, and I moaned each time he drove into me. It wasn’t just me though, the whole group seemed tied to my pleasure, their actions in unison, all growing more intense, more powerful as he pounded into me.

“More… oh please, more…” I begged as the world grew tight. I could feel my orgasm beginning to bud. The impossible sea of pleasure was building up as a tsunami before the shore, threatening to wash me away. I pleaded, and screamed as everything collapsed into one singular focus of wanton power.

Then he drove deep, my breasts squeezed down and my nipples pinched between hard sucking lips. I threw my head back as my body exploded. That one moment broke through me, tearing through that last vestige of control and my release was at hand.

My body quaked and my pussy clamped down on his cock. I could feel it inside me, filling me with his seed as my body sought to milk every drop from him. The hands around me shifted somehow. The way they moved had changed from building me up, to helping the pleasure flow. Their touch was smooth and soft, almost as if they were petting me, and I savored the quaking ecstasy of my orgasm as it flowed from my pussy to the tips of my toes and fingers and through my throbbing chest.

“Oh, thank you.” I panted as everything slowed. For a moment it almost felt like I’d come to rest, but not quite. Slow long strokes continued up my sides and down my arms. My breasts were gently kneaded. It was all so relaxing, and I went limp for a moment as he pulled back. I was empty again, dripping cum, and everything felt surprising perfect.

“The night is still young…” Came a taunting whisper from my right.

“We have so much more for you…” I heard from the left.

Before I could even begin to question those words, I felt a soft breath between my legs and I moaned when I felt a tongue slide along my semen filled slit. I drew my legs open on instinct and took in the full feeling of a tongue sliding over my bare pussy. It was something Raikins had never done. Our sex had been passionate, but somewhat tame, and now I learned just what I’d missed. The feeling was so intense, so direct and I squirmed as the tongue slid between my fleshy lips and slid up and over my tingling clit.

The person working between my legs was well skilled and I savored every lick and nibble and most of all the way they sucked at my folds. It was unreal, and I quickly understood why women liked to be eaten out so much. The feelings were so different from just being fucked, and there was so much more opportunity to focus on my clit and not just the raw fullness that came from being stuffed full of cock.

I was quickly brought back to a state of moaning, wicked yearning. As a man, I needed time after cumming to recover, and when I was with just one man, I hadn’t had that notion challenged, but now I was at the mercy of a larger group and I didn’t have to wait.

“Are you ready for more?” The whispers returned as I squirmed under this new assault.

“Oh yes… I am, I want more!” I answered with savage enthusiasm. I needed more. My pussy had been primed again and I couldn’t wait, not for long. I couldn’t stop now.

Again the hands guided me. They helped me get up, only this time, they pushed me forward until I was on my hands and knees. My legs were gently parted, and my ass pressed upwards. I felt so wanton in this position, waiting to be mounted like some beast. It was electric, a full embrace of such a submissive feminine position.

“Are you ready to give?” Another whisper asked. I wondered for a moment what it meant and then I felt something press beneath my nose and slide into my lips. My mind reeled for a moment before I realized what it was and what they were really asking. They were giving me the choice to suck on a cock.

I quivered, fighting to think through the lust raging inside me. I knew it was a choice. I was to be mounted and ravished again, no matter what I decided. I had certainly never done this before, and that poor abused husk of my former masculinity made a feeble objection, but I was past listening.

When he pressed forward again, I opened my mouth and he slid inside. I wrapped my lips around the side of his cock as I started to lick. The taste was intense. I had never really thought about it before, but it was musky and strong, a concentration of manliness that left my feminine body quaking. When he moaned in pleasure at my suckling I felt a sense of debauched pride that was hard to fully describe.

I had barely gotten the feel for sucking on a man’s cock when I felt another pressed between my legs. This time there was no gentle preparation. I was wet and ready and he drove into me without any more warning. I moaned around the cock in my mouth as I was mounted. Now, I was lodged wickedly between two men, with their cocks filling me and my breasts dangling from my chest. It was wild.

I’d sometimes imagined having a threesome. Of course, back then the fantasy was me with two women, not me as the woman with two men thrusting into me. That didn’t make this reality any less erotic. The sounds of male pleasure only helped me to enjoy my own. We soon found a rhythm of thrusts and sucks that had us all quivering lustfully. Getting fucked from behind like this was so different, so uniquely feminine that I felt shivers run up my spine every time he stuffed me full of his hardness. The cock in my mouth only gave me something to focus on, and allowed the pleasures inside me to build even stronger. It was a strange combination and yet I was happy to bounce between them, sandwiched by two powerful men.

As I was so fully ravished, I began to hear more sounds around me. First it was just a little a gasp here or a moan there. Then the sounds of slapping flesh. Before long it sounded like a full on orgy had broken out around me. I wasn’t surprised, but the effect on me was electric. The sound and smells of untamed lust filled the room and only served to make me more aroused.

The mutual sounds of the men who were thrusting into me only made it worse. I threw myself into the sex, sucking and licking at the one cock with abandon as I did my best to squeeze and grind my hips against the other. Strong hands sank into my waist and around my head, and they grew tighter as the heat grew between us.

The man in my mouth was the first, I felt him wobbling on his legs just before he thrust into my mouth and grunted. I felt his cock begin to pulse as my tongue ran under the bottom, and before I could think to do anything, I felt his seed blasting down my throat. The taste was strange and salty, but I didn’t pull away. I swallowed each rush of his seed and continued to suck until he stopped. An echo inside me cried out in dismay, but in truth, I was happy, I’d given pleasure, and despite the manner in which I’d done it, it still felt good.

No sooner had that cock withdrew, then the other one started to ride me in earnest. Now, however, my mouth was free, and I didn’t need to be quiet any longer.

“Oh god! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” I wailed as he did just that. His thick cock pounded into me, and now I could focus on him. My whole body was bouncing from each thrust, my breasts jiggled bellow me and my head bobbed as I cried out for more.

His thrusts continued, each one drawing almost to the lips of my tight pussy and then deep inside me. Every time, he stretched me open, filling me impossibly full. I was losing myself to the pleasure, to the wonderful void between my legs. I let myself go, savoring it all, as I felt another orgasm straining inside me. It was easier now, so easy to open myself to it, to let it build up, almost to the brink.

That’s when he withdrew. His cock pulled back and instead of filling me again and pushing me over the edge, I felt him pull out and the lips of my pussy slide over his hardness as his hands pulled off my hips. For a moment I panted, then I wailed. The denial was almost painful. Then just as I felt like I was about to collapse in agony, I felt lips pressing into mine.