For each new applicant, the Company would give the man - for only men were allowed to apply - a simple test.
Though a simple test, it was also a rather odd test. The test was always done in a plain room with wood panel
walls, a white carpet and empty of all furniture except for a white chair and white curtains on one wall. It
was used to gauge their attitude, to make sure they were right for the job. It didn't take long, and involved
watching a series of images and choosing three. The first two were easy, images of cars and houses, appealing
to the ambitious nature of most applicants. It was the third set that was the important one. It involved three
images, all of women. The first was a simple brunette women, small, with a nice smile. She was dressed in
business attire and wore glasses. The second focused on a woman in blue, naked except for a loose, sky blue
skirt. She had huge breasts and her sandy blonde hair fell well passed her shoulders. A faint smile played
across her lips. A teasing smile that lured men in. And the third was of an asian girl, not long out of
school, who appeared to be at a university, judging by the pile of books under her arm.
Successful applicants NEVER picked the second.
Hank opened his eyes and found he was still in the wood panel room. But something was definitely wrong. The
first thing he noticed was his hair. It was long and blonde, luscious and silky soft, falling down to his
shoulder blades. He also had never had a fringe before.
He frowned, but was distracted by a heavy weight on his chest. His shifted in his seat to get a better look,
but before he could look down was struck by a jiggly sensation. When his eyes finally ventured down he saw a
pair of huge tits. They were firm but soft,when he put a hand to them they felt warm and his nipples
stiffened. A gasp escaped from lips shiny from lip gloss, soft and feminine with a hint of hidden passion.
With a venturing hand passed the soft blue skirt, Hank gasped again as he confirmed what the rest of his
senses already told him - he was a woman. Panic threatened to rise, his heart rate climbing and his breathing
becoming loud.
Shaking his head, he felt his hair flop around his head while his boobs jiggled again. He tried to block out
of his mind. "Come on Hank, keep it together." But Hank was suddenly struck again by the sense of wrongness.
"No." He said, frowning. "That's not right. Hank isn't my name..."
Leaning back sideways in the chair, a sense of relaxation overcame Kelly as she remembered her name. She hung
her smooth, hairless legs over the other arm of the chair while she brought both of her hands up to feel her
generous boobs. Her white teeth showed in a smile as she felt the huge mounds of warmth beneath her fingers.
She wasn't an expert, but from what she remembered from the bra's of her past girlfriends, she knew that she
had to be at least an E cup.
Kelly giggled, thinking it sounded strange to say that she had girlfriends. No, that must be a mistake too,
just like Hank. What a silly name. She turned slightly so that her toes were touching the floor and tilted her
head so that it rested on her hand while her hair cascaded down. Using her free right arm, she scooped up her
boobs. Her body was tingling all over with new sensations. She wanted to move and stretch and try out new
positions. Gathering up her skirts, she knelt on the chair, her right hand gently tracing along her shoulder
while her left reached up to rub the back of her head. It felt good.
Even though Kelly knew her name, and knew that she was a woman, she also knew that hadn't always been the
case. But she was struggling to think straight with all these new feelings. She turned to the side again,
resting her heels on her cushiony bum and her hands on the arm of the chair, letting her boobs hang free with
her hair. She remembered coming for an interview and doing some silly test. She remembered seeing a picture of
herself, so she chose it. But had it really been her?
Standing delicately on her toes (she actually found it easier to stand that way than on flat feet), she slowly
untied the sash of her skirt and slowly, teasingly lifted it up, her fingers brushing electricity along her
body. When the fabric brushed against her nipple she shuddered with pleasure, she began to let her hands roam
more, adopting different poses and trying new looks. Her favourite was when she stood with one foot on the
chair and the other on the floor, both still on her tip toes, while the blue skirt was held loosely across her
mid-drift.
The hot young woman tried to concentrate on this sense of wrongness, but her body was on fire. Once again, she
hopped up on the chair, facing forward on her knees while she gently cradled a boob in each hand. A faint,
teasing smile still remained on her lips, as though she were doing this for some unseen watcher. She lent
forward on her hands so that her generous breasts were squashed together between her arms. A slight moan
escaped her lips as her attention was drawn to other female parts of her body.
Her curiousity piqued, Kelly squatted sideways on the chair. She no longer cared about the fringe hovering on
the edge of her vision or her soft, luscious hair resting on her shoulders or the top of her boobs. She no
longer cared about the weight of her boobs either. In fact, she was finding both of those aspects rather
comfortable. Both the long hair and the big boobs were making her feel very feminine, which comforted her and
soothed the sense of wrongness. Her curiousity burning like the fire of her desire, he fingers gently brushed
against her womanhood.
The spell was broken.
All of Hank's memories came rushing back to Kelly, quickly filling her head to bursting point. No longer was
she simply to hot young woman contesting with her body and a sense of wrongness. But also she wasn't once
again wholly Hank. His memories again filled her head and once again her large chest and long hair felt alien
to her. But Kelly knew she was no longer Hank. Could no longer be Hank. Conscious thought had returned to her,
and with it a sense of reality. She wasn't happy about this change tricked upon her, but at the same time it
wasn't the end of the world. For better or worse she was a woman. For the time being a least.
"I'm a woman." Saying the words aloud seemed to solidify it. "A BIG woman." She mused, feeling her chest
again. Suddenly self conscious, she realised for the first time the curtains on the wall. Pulling them aside
she found a small hallway ending in a door. On the floor in front of the door was a pile of clothes. Holding
up the bra and its cavernous cups, she sighed. "I'm a woman." She reminded herself as she slipped into the bra
with surprising - almost expert - ease. Sliding the white panties up her legs, she had to admit the way the
fit her new figure so snug felt good. Next came the dress. Tight, it showed off her figure - which secretly
made her a little happy - but kept most of her ample chest as a mere suggestion. Running her hands up and down
her sides and around her ass brought a small smile to her lips. Glancing down, she saw the final piece of
attire. A pair of blue, 4" heels to match her dress. At first this annoyed her, but then a small giggle
escaped her when she became aware of the ridiculous way she was standing on her toes. When she slipped her
feet inside the heels and clasped them on she sighed at the comfort, it was as if her legs had been made for
wearing heels.
As she emerged from the door she found herself at the other end of a long hallway, a blue carpet leading to a
desk where a man was sitting. As she made her way down the hall, she walked with all the experience and
practice of an expert. Anyone who had seen her would had thought she had been walking in heels her whole life.
As she came up to the desk the man behind it looked up and threw her a grin. "Who are you?"
Kelly felt a fluttering feeling in her stomach for a moment as all manner of answers ran through her head.
Hank was immediately ruled out, then strange things started finding their way between her ears. "I'm yours.
I'll be anything you want me to be. I'm a naughty girl. I'm your horny little slut." That last one stuck with
her for a bit as she thought back to how it had felt to hold her boobs and wondered what a man's hand would be
like. In fact why did it have to be his hand?
With a mental shake of her head, Kelly cleared her mind. Then the answer came to her. "I'm the woman in blue."