Executive Shift

Slowly opened eyes, Jacob Stevenson, high-powered executive with arrogant self-centered nature, saw an unfamiliar room, that looks like a some kitchen. It took a second or two before the memories from previous day came to him, memories about the strange woman in dark alley and her weird words about 'life lessons'...

"Where the hell I am?" whispered Jacob in confusion, rubbing his head and noticing long strands of hair on his fingers. "What's happening with my hair?" he said and quickly pulled the hair, but to his big shock, the pain felt too much for his head, and he screamed in female voice.

"Holy shit! Why it is hurt so much? Why my voice is like a woman's? What the fuck is happening here?" screamed in shock Jacob in his female voice, which sounded to be much more high pitched, and even sultrier. "My... MY GOD!" he cried out and grabbed his neck with a hope it was a mere trick with camera, or he had been drugged by someone. Something tighly pressed against his chest, causing him to look down. "What the... No, it's impossible... What's this thing... NOOOOOOOO!" he shouted and started to touch his breast, that now, without a doubt, had a feminine form, just like those of women.

Looking around in the unfamiliar kitchen, Jacob finally saw the mirror and slowly approached it, barely walking with unfamiliar high-heeled shoes, and stopped a few steps from it. "Oh shit, please tell me that it's not true..." he said to himself with a barely audible whisper, staring into his own reflection. It showed a reflection of a woman, wearing a tight-fitting checkered crop top and a dark-blue mini-skirt. His male face looked completely out of place and alien on the body of a woman.

"This has to be a nightmare," he whispered, clutching the counter for support. "This can't be real."

Jacob took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. As he tried to collect his thoughts, he noticed a small purse on the counter. With trembling hands, he opened it and found an ID card. The name read "Jessica Hart," and the photo was of his male face, but with makeup and styled hair, smiling as if nothing was wrong.

"Oh god," Jacob groaned, slumping to the floor. "What am I supposed to do?"

The sound of footsteps made him jump. The door opened, and a man walked in. He was tall, muscular, and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw Jacob.

"Jessica? What are you doing on the floor?" the man asked, a concerned look on his face.

"Who? What did you call me?! I'm not this Jessica, can't you see?!" Jessica screamed with fear, unable to even think, showing her, as she thought, male face. "Who the fuck you are, and how I got here?"

"Calm down, sweetie, please don't use that dirty language! What is going on with you?" the man asked again, showing the mixture of surprise and disbelief on his face. "Is it another panic attack, Jessica? I'm sure everything is okay. You should go to doctor..."

"Don't you understand what I am telling you, or are you a fucking deaf? My name is JACOB! I'm a man, a MALE!" Jessica yelled again, barely breathing from shock and panic, looking around and seeing no familiar things. "I'm not your damn wife!".

"Stop this right now Jessica. Enough already! We are married, we have a son!" Michael shouted at her in return, grabbing her wrists and forcing her to stop trying to move.

"A... A... a son?" she asked, not able to believe this news. "I can't stay here," he said, backing away. "I need to figure out how to get back to my real life."

"Jessica!" Michael's voice was a command. "You will not leave this house. Do you understand me?" Michael hugged her and started to kiss her lips, pressing his crotch against hers and making his hard penis push against the thin material of her panties and skirt. "You're mine. You understand this?" he whispered against her ear, and then loosened his grip a bit, allowing Jessica to slip through his fingers.

She managed to run through the living room to the hall and opened the front door, not looking back at the man who was screaming something behind her, and ran outside, into the cold rainy autumn evening. She had no idea what to do or where to go, just had a strong desire to escape the place where a stranger lived.

But as she left the house, she immediately realized that the night outside was cold, and without a jacket or even an umbrella she got instantly drenched in the rain, the long wet hair sticking to the face, which made her shiver even more. Looking down she realized that her tight fitting clothes were showing her body almost completely and that was making her feel very vulnerable. She needed to find a shelter, a safe place to spend the night.

"Miss Hart?" suddenly asked a male voice behind her, causing her to turn back in the direction of the voice. "Chuck!? Oh my God! Thank goodness!" she exclaimed in relief, surely thinking that Chuck, who was a good friend of Jacob, had somehow managed to understand what was happening with her.

"Miss Hart, why are you standing in the rain like this?" he asked with a clear note of worry.

"And you too?! I am Jacob, not this 'Miss Hart', Chuck. Don't you recognize me?!" she pleaded, now feeling some hints of doubt appearing inside her mind about everything, and everybody around her. "My face looks the same, doesn't it?!"

"Miss Hart, you look exactly like my colleague Jessica Hart from the accounting department. What are yoe mean?" he asked in confusion and even more worry.

"Jessica?! That is impossible! You said I look like Jessica?" Jessica asked again, now almost sure she had to be drugged. "What did that crazy woman do to me?!" she said and decided to give her friend Chuck one last try. "Can you please give me some clothes, a pair of pants and a shirt, something without heels? Please?"

"Miss Hart, I think your husband won't like this..." said Chuck in confusion, showing clear hints of embarrassment, "I better go... Just don't tell him about what you told me, Miss Hart," said Chuck and then slowly disappeared somewhere behind the corner.

Jessica, or at least now that name was used to her, sighed heavily and decided to return back to the house where her so-called husband Michael was waiting. 'I still don't believe any of this crap... This must be just some kind of crazy dream...' she thought, barely keeping herself from falling from those damn high heels she had been wearing, hoping that everything will be back to normal tomorrow morning.