Breaking me up

Not long was I a man in his 30’s. My life had completely changed when I got a new job at the bar across the street.

Well, I didn’t apply for the job per se. The owner, Gary, stopped me as I walked in front of his bar. “Can you help me out?” He asked. Having seen them for months, I agreed. I thought he needed some help with his computer or something like that. But instead, he asked me to try his new drink.

While I took sips of it, he explained that his bar was always full of men, and no women, but he intended to change that. I started to feel dizzy, “wow, this is strong” I said. I fell under a trance, I could hear Gary speaking, but his voice sounded muffled, and I couldn’t understand a thing he was saying.

He handed me some kind of green dress, and I didn’t hesitate to put it on. My flat chest had lost it’s hairy appearance, but I didn’t give it much thought. I must have looked like a man in drag. But in a matter of seconds, I felt suction in my crotch, as my equipment was pulled inside my body, and immediately after, my chest swell up to form two perfect breasts. My lips became full and soft, my whole body reshaped. He then placed a wig on my head. “While your natural hair grows” I heard his muffled voice say. He handed me a couple of long earrings, which I used to pierce my pwn ears.

“Wake up” he said. No longer was I a man. I was now Gary’s assistant and lover. And while I wanted to hate the new me, I also felt a special connection to him. “Fuck me” I said as I felt my crotch area throb in arousal. “I want you… I need you inside of me” I said with a sexy voice while I played with my hair.

He didn’t even had to do a thing to break me up. I was eager to prove I was a woman. And I knew Gary not only expected me to sleep with him, he wanted me to flirt and make out with the patrons, anything to have them pay more.