#tgtf

Host: Feminine p16:

The women's room is where I go now and I'm getting used to it in the same slow way I'm getting used to everything else - not natural yet, not strange enough to stop me.

Do you remember those first fews weeks when you showed up at this firm? Strutting around in your heels acting like you owned the place, barking out orders and grilling people who worked here before you were even old enough to talk…

I bet you felt so powerful, so important back then. Now look at you…54 years old, balding, pathetic and newly demoted, all because you thought a senior management role meant you owned this place… I did everyone a favour that day I swapped our bodies. But I could still make it worse for you, you know…

I could fire you with a click of my fingers, maybe if I was feeling exceptionally cruel I’d say you touched me inappropriately and you’d never get hired for a serious job again. There’s so many things I can think of, but honestly I think the worst punishment for someone like you is to simply keep you here, serving your former body, no longer important or entitled, just an expendable wimp that nobody cares for.

Hmm it makes me so fucking happy knowing that somewhere underneath that flabby wrinkled face you’re stuck helplessly in there, clinging desperately to the idea that one day I might swap us back…god justice feels so sweet!

Now…you’re going to work all through the night to finish my quarterly write ups ahead of tomorrow and if you fail to finish them or they aren’t up to the standards I expect, I’ll force payroll to reduce your rate.

Rebirth p18:

The silk is cool against my skin, the lace trim at the cup edge delicate. I feel like I might break it. I hold the cups against my breasts, pressing them into place, and Emily moves behind me.

Informed Consent p1:

The fever broke, leaving a slick, swollen heat between my thighs. Through the door, she teases, "Sit down like a good girl." It's supposed to be a game. Now I have to show her it's real.

Hey Bryce, I know I don’t need to tell you what day it is but I hope you’re excited for your yearly update!

First and foremost, I recently celebrated my 36th birthday which means it’s now been 15 years since I swapped our bodies back in college! How time flies when you’re having fun! As you can see I’m still looking as perfect as ever and it also means we’re getting closer and closer to the point where I’ll have spent longer in this body than you ever did. God…I love that thought so much, I really can’t wait to take that away from you!

I suppose my day to day life hasn’t really changed much since I last updated you…I’m still with my amazing boyfriend Martin, we’re still living up in the hills but after his recent pay rise we were thinking about moving into something even bigger, oh and for my birthday he surprised me with my dream car! It’s a Porsche and i absolutely love it!! I also spotted him looking at engagement rings on his laptop one night. So who knows… maybe by the time I give you my next update I’ll be married!

Hmm what else?…I’m still working out a lot, yoga and pilates a couple times a week. There’s a new cafe that opened near my gym which I’ve been loving, it’s such a great place to have catch-ups with my girlfriends and they do the best matcha lattes! Otherwise I guess I kind of just do whatever I want when I want aha! It’s so nice never having to worry about a job or money with Martin around. And of course, after all this time, no one suspects a thing!

As for you…well, I saw you changed your profile picture on Facebook, you’ve seriously gained some weight since you last posted and your hair…eww…you really need to think about shaving it off, that combover isn’t fooling anyone! And you’re still working at that dirty kitchen downtown as far as I can tell…I know you found this swap difficult but you’re seriously not even trying to help yourself at this point. I hope cleaning all those dishes is worth your 10 bucks an hour or whatever…Looks like you finally got a life that reflects your shitty, entitled, bully mentality and I have to say I take every single bit of pleasure knowing I did this to you.

I hope you know you deserve this more than anyone, for all those kids you bullied for all the people you stepped on and thought you were better than just because you happened to be lucky enough to be born as a rich, pretty blonde girl. I hope you think about that every day of your life. My only regret is I didn’t do this sooner.

Have a great year Bryce…

Until next time

Reconstruction p3:

I reach between my legs. My calloused hand, rough from the turf and the latex gloves, scrapes against the wet folds. The soap stings the inner tissue. I clean myself fast.

Rebirth p17:

I notice it now - the crease where my breasts meet the chest wall visible through the wet fabric as a shadow, a line that has no equivalent on a male chest, the tissue above it moving slightly.