Hello, Alexa (Patreon)

"Ugh.... What the fuck is that sound?" Alex groaned as he awoke on the sofa, waking up from the TV murmuring in the background behind the wall from the neighbors, groggily opened his eyes. As he stretched and sat up, he noticed that the apartment around him looked strange and unfamiliar. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at his surroundings, confusion quickly replaced by panic. "What the hell is this place?" Before him was not his large apartment but rather a small space with very dated furniture. Near him laid pink plush toys of characters he didn't recognize.

He quickly jumped up, noting strange new weight on his chest that swayed as he leaped up. "What the fuck?!" Looking down, he could barely believe his eyes. "Boobs?!" he shouted in disbelief as he frantically touched his new soft, sensitive mounds under white crop top as his eyes widened even further. "No, no, no... This can't be happening!" His voice, now high-pitched and undeniably feminine, echoed off the walls.

Struggling to his feet, he wobbled as he grappled with the strange new balance of his new feminine, petite body. He tried walking over to a mirror located on the back of the door to find a pretty face with wavy black hair that went to her shoulders. Her wide hips and round butt swayed with every step, covered by fishnet thigh-high stockings. "What the hell did they do to me?" he whispered, anger rising within him.

Earlier that week...

"Sheila! You bitch!" growled Alex and threw his empty glass at her, shattering as it landed right next to her. "You are fired! Get the hell out of my sight!" He pointed angrily to the door, his face was red from her refused and rudeness, after he just gave her a chance to make a career change and to work on the 18th floor in exchange for being his private sex slave for his entertainment during their joint business trip in Tokyo.

"Fine then. We will see who the real bitch is." replied Sheila before she picked her bag and walked out. Unbeknownst to him, Sheila was a part of a secret organization specializing in unorthodox methods of revenge and transformation.

Back to the present...

"That bitch Sheila," Alex spat, adjusting the white crop top that now clung to his new body's curves. "She must be behind this. But how?" Before he knew it, his new phone buzzed on the bedside table. Alex quickly walked to get it, cursing his wildy hips swaying with every step. He quickly reached down for the smartphone. The screen displayed a message from an unknown number:

'Hope you enjoy your new life, Alexa. If you want answers, meet me at the old warehouse downtown. Come alone. - S'

Squeezing the phone so hard that her nails nearly broke the surface, Alexa muttered: "Bitch. You will pay!" shouted Alexa as she slammed the old smartphone onto the table with a loud crash.

"Calm down, slut! You are not only one who lives here!" man's angry voice came from the neighboring apartment through the wall, causing Alexa to flinch. She gulped, trying to realize what this all was, feeling like her head is spinning. 'Fuck it all' she thought as she headed out the house in pink heels, not even thinking why she chose them, thinking only about her meet with the bitch that's going to give her answers, to fix it all.

The warehouse was dark and empty, making Alexa felt shivers as she was walking across it. Every step echoed, bouncing back from the walls with each step she took.

"Well, well, well... if it isn't my dear former boss. How do you like your new form? You certainly make a pretty woman." Sheila's snarky voice called out to Alexa, taunting her as she sat on an old chair in the center of the warehouse, flashing her seductive brown eyes at her.

"You twisted bitch! Change me back now!" Alexa demanded, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "You will regret this!"

Sheila chuckled, shaking her head. "What are you going to do about it, Alex, sorry, Alexa? You're nothing but a weak, defenseless girl now. You always looked down on everyone, especially women. Now, you get to live life on the other side. Consider it a lesson in humility."

Alexa's mind raced. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to experience life as a woman, to understand the challenges and the discrimination we face daily. Only then will I consider changing you back," Sheila said, her tone cold and unyielding.

"You can't do this to me! I'll find a way to reverse it myself!" shouted Alexa, her voice trembling with anger as her curvy body shook in rage.

Sheila smirked. "Good luck with that, but I guarantee that it will be futile. Remember, the more you resist, the harder it will be. Embrace your new life, Alexa. Who knows, you might even grow to like it."

With that, Sheila disappeared into the shadows, leaving Alexa standing alone in the warehouse, anger and confusion boiling within her.