Smile for the Camera

You wanted to be a journalist. Writing was your passion and you wanted to inform the world. Unfortunately you can’t become a top journalist with no money and no experience, so you took the job at the magazine to get your foot in the door. When you showed up on your first day, your new boss was waiting for you, secretary at his side with a cup of coffee. “Welcome!” He greeted you. “How about I take you to your new desk? Oh, and my secretary here has some coffee here for you, but don’t get used to the special treatment, this is a first day on the job only thing. okay?” You nod, and follow him off to a cubicle in the middle of a room. “Now that we are alone I have something to tell you. We are running really tight on our budget so we need to make a few adjustments to your employment. Instead of working behind the scenes, we are going to need you to become our new model.” You are shocked. “New model! But this magazine only features women, and I’m obviously a guy!” You reply. “Well not for much longer, we laced your coffee with a transforming agent so you should begin changing here shortly.” He looks at his watch. You begin to feel sick, as your body reshapes itself. Your waist pulls in and your stomach flattens. You begin to try and escape but something seems to stop you. “Don’t try to run, there was also some stuff in that coffee that can control your body, so you won’t be able to get away.” He says menacingly. Your body continues to change as you try in vain to get out. Your now bright blonde hair begins to grow and grow, reaching down to your shoulders, and you can feel your face shift and become feminine. “Let me see a mirror!” You exclaim, your voice changing pitch half way through the sentence. Your boss brings a small hand mirror and you look at your face in the mirror. 

“Holy shit! I look sexy!” You say in your new voice. “Wait sexy? NO! I hate this, why did I say that!?” You scream. Your boss replies, “Oh! I forgot to mention that those chemicals can control your mind too. We wont erase you, but we may have to bring out your feminine side from time to time.” As he says this, you begin to shrink, all the way down to a petite 5'5". Your hips also begin to change, expanding to a nice, wide size. You can feel a pressure in your ass as it grows and becomes pleasantly plump. “I don’t want to be a woman!” You cry out, feeling another pressure in your chest. Your new tits grow out to a nice D-cup, leaving you completely a woman aside from one little thing. You feel a sucking in your crotch and you scream, “Not that! Anything but that!” Your cock and balls pull inside you, and in their place is a nice, tight pussy. “Looks like your about done!” Your boss says happily as you whimper in sadness for the loss of your body. “Lets get you out of those ill fitting clothes!” He says, as your body begins to strip, he is clearly controlling it himself. You stand naked in front of your boss.

“Looking good Britney!” He says, obviously using your new name. “How about you get dressed and we can go take a few shots for next month’s magazine?” You can’t stop yourself from doing as he asks.

Next month you are sitting in the models’ green room, no longer needing a cubicle to work in, and you are reading that months edition of the magazine. You finally reach your pictures and you sigh heavily. “This is my life now.”