Peter took it silently and there was a beat as he stared down at his hands. George slipped the papers out of the file and slid them across the desk. Peter said nothing as she turned and walked out, her little ass wiggling delightfully beneath the black skirt. She turned and gave a sad smile to Peter. “Here you are, sir.” She said, sliding the file onto the desk. Kate oozed sexuality and George drank it all in. While Peter’s wife was stuck in Kate’s squashed toad body, Kate got all the benefits of his wife’s slender figure, with her bouncy breasts and sweet little peach of an ass. Her new body had an adorable heart shaped face with big brown eyes and dark, exotic features. She’d swapped with Peter’s wife, and it was a definite step up for Kate. George let his eyes linger on Kate as well. Peter turned to watch her cross the room, the look on his face was pathetic but understandable. “Kate, can you bring Peter’s file in, please?”Ī few seconds later the door opened and Kate came in. Picking up the phone, he dialed his secretary. George opened up the drawer of his desk and rummaged through it but couldn’t locate the files. Now she reminded him of much more erotic things. Kate was a great worker but, frankly, she always reminded him of a toad, with her wide mouth and fat, squashed body. He shuddered at the thought of swapping with his secretary. But things are as they are.” George did wonder who he would have swapped with had Peter not brought his family to work. “I wish I’d never brought them here that day.” She lost her whole life.” Peter sniffed and George handed him a tissue. I don’t have a responsibility for anyone else. “But I…” Peter’s eyes widened as they flicked down to George’s chest. I know I have her body but I am not her.” George said slowly. “But…what about my daughter? And my wife? Will I get to see them again?” But I wanted to tell you personally because you’ve been here so long.” You can still use the company’s counseling services for the next week if you’d like. The company is retooling and as part of that process we’ve had to eliminate your position.” Ever since this whole shift, business has been down. “Peter, I’m sure you know the company has been going through some difficulties. George tucked his wavy chestnut brown hair behind one ear and then placed his hands on his desk, tiny fingers splayed. Especially when it was his boss in Heather’s tiny frame. It must have been tough having to see their former bodies every day. Poor Peter had lost both his daughter and his wife to the company while he’d stayed behind in his heavyset body. He kept glancing up at George and then away, as if he was having a hard time looking at his daughter’s face. Peter sat heavily, a doleful look on his deeply lined face. Have a seat.” George said, motioning to the chair in front of his desk. The door to George’s office opened and Peter shuffled in. These were tits he’d be proud to take home to Heather’s mother, figuratively and, in George’s present circumstances, literally. None of those cheapo surgeries for George. Jumped up three sizes gradually, shelling out big bucks to make them as realistic as possible. So, as he did anytime he was missing something in life, he went out and bought them. Still had his wealth after the government office had sorted out their identities. He still had his position as head of the company. It was only about six months in that he began to feel that he was missing out on all the things he could enjoy about being a woman. Not to mention the major difference between his legs. He was already thrown off by his wider hips, his perfectly sculpted legs, much shorter stature and her high pitched voice-god, her voice. When George first got swapped into Heather’s body he’d been somewhat relieved about her flat chest. Peter didn’t need to see right away what changes George had made to her since he’d been inside. It was bad enough that George was about to have a difficult conversation with Peter while George was stuck in the body of Peter’s daughter. George replaced the received and sat up straight, adjusting his jacket to try and obscure his breasts, an action that had become more difficult since he’d gotten the implants a month ago. He was trying to lower the timber of his girly voice but thought he still came off as way too chipper. It had a deep gravitas that Heather’s voice lacked. George didn’t miss a lot of things about his previous body: the liver spots, the extra pounds, the hair growing out of everywhere except his head. He pressed the button for his secretary, the deep red fingernail polish of his carefully manicured hand glinting in the light. The leather office chair creaked as George leaned forward and picked up his desk phone.