Contract

Josh Carroll entered the office of "GenderFlex," nervously glancing around. It was his first step towards a real career—a coveted internship at one of the most mysterious and prestigious firms in the country. The company was famous for its cutting-edge developments in human resources solutions, but rumors about what they actually did remained in the shadows. He didn’t care—all that mattered was getting this job.

— Take a seat, Mr. Carroll, — greeted Miss Winslow, the HR manager, pointing to the chair opposite her. The woman looked like a typical business lady: strict suit, neatly styled hair, a polite yet cold smile.

— We have thoroughly reviewed your resume. Everything looks impressive, — she continued. — There’s just one final formality—sign this contract.

A thick stack of papers landed on the desk. Josh knew he should probably read through it carefully, but the excitement of being offered a position overwhelmed him. Without thinking twice, he grabbed the pen and immediately signed at the bottom of the page.

— Excellent, Mr. Carroll, — Miss Winslow nodded with a thin smile. — Or rather… Miss Carroll. Welcome to our experimental department, Jessica. — Let me show you what we really do at "GenderFlex."

At that moment, a strange beam of light flashed down from the ceiling, blinding Josh and making him yelp. His body was suddenly pierced by a bizarre tingling sensation that quickly intensified, turning into searing pain, and then… something began to change. His skin seemed to crackle, stretching, shrinking, transforming. He tried to scream, but a strange, almost girlish squeal escaped his throat.

— Mmm… what… is this? — Josh gasped, feeling his body shift, slim down, and round out. His hands turned delicate and slender, his fingers quickly growing neat nails coated in a soft pink polish. Then he felt his hips widen, thighs plump up, and his tight pants split at the seams, barely containing his new curves.

— Oh no, no, no! — he protested, feeling his shirt tighten. His chest… his chest! Two soft mounds were swelling larger and larger, straining against the fabric, until one of the buttons popped off, shooting across the room.

— What… what’s happening?!! — he tried to cry out, but his words mixed with an unexpected giggle. In a panic, he grabbed his now overly large and heavy… no, very heavy, soft, and sensitive chest, feeling strange new sensations ripple through his body from the touch, like an electric wave. His hips widened, and his butt swelled, forming perfect feminine contours. And worst of all—a silly smile spread across Josh’s face, as if his very mind was beginning to melt.

— Oh, why am I… umm… — slipped out of her mouth, and she bit her lip immediately, startled by how foolish her voice sounded. — What did you… umm, what did you do to me?!

— Your transformation is complete, Miss Carroll, — said Miss Winslow, looking at her like a test subject. — We have altered not only your body but also your psyche. Intelligence, stress responses, and… sexual preferences have been adjusted. You are now the ideal intern. Beautiful, obedient… and very open to new opportunities.

— Open? — Jessica repeated stupidly, as if unable to grasp the complicated words. — Hehe, what does that… umm… mean?

— It means you don’t need to worry about complex tasks or a career anymore. But you will be very interested in men. Very much so, — Miss Winslow watched intently as Jessica gulped nervously, feeling a shiver run through her body. — It will be hard for you to think about anything other than pleasing them.

— M-men? — Jessica giggled again, trying to process what she was hearing. Men… strong, handsome… no! Stop! That’s not it! — What did you do?! — she tried to shout, but the words came out as a sweet little murmur, as if her tongue refused to obey. Complicated thoughts scattered, giving way to entirely different images… Every mention of men sent a thrill through her, and… oh no… desire? Why did she suddenly want someone to hold her, pull her close?!

— Well, this is your new reality, dear, — Miss Winslow clearly enjoyed watching her desperate struggle. — And don’t try to break the contract. The penalty is two million dollars. If you violate the terms, the entire experiment, including you, will simply “disappear.”

— Penalty? Experiment?.. I… — Jessica froze, blinking, trying to grasp the words. But all the complex information just slipped through her mind. — Umm, how much is… um… two million?

Miss Winslow smirked.

— It’s a lot, Jessica. A whole lot.

— Oh, — Jessica blushed, but a strange, naive smile spread across her face. — Well, umm… then I… won’t? Hahaha, — she giggled again, not even understanding where it came from.

— You signed up for the internship program, — Miss Winslow continued, never taking her eyes off Jessica’s empty, wide-open gaze. — So you’ll start at the lowest level. Get ready to make coffee, sort mail, and, of course, attract clients with your new… charm. I’m sure you’ll manage.

— Oh, yes! I… I’ll try! — Jessica nodded involuntarily, and Miss Winslow raised an eyebrow slightly, as if that was exactly what she wanted to hear. She suddenly realized that she liked it. No, more than that—she wanted to try, to please, to do as she was told… for them.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the flow of silly thoughts and feelings. Whatever Miss Winslow had done—it worked.

— Oh, but… isn’t that… like, awesome? — she babbled, giving in and giggling again like a real bimbo.