6/14/99
Office Politics

by Morpheus

Mathew sighed, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms out 
behind him, trying to keep from looking at the stack of papers on his desk, 
if only for a minute. Though Mathew had already managed to get a lot of 
the paperwork done, he still had a lot more to go. Though he liked his 
management job, sometimes all the paperwork really got to him.  And now 
was just one of those times.

"Hello Mr. Phillips" Mathew heard from behind him. Turning around, he 
gave a smile back, seeing that it was Susan Quinn, one of the office 
secretaries.

Forcing himself not to stare at her breasts, Mathew replied "Hi Sue, how've 
you been doing?"

"Oh fine" she said, giving him another smile before walking off. Letting 
out a sigh of relief, Mathew turned back to his paperwork, glad that he 
didn't have to deal with Sue anymore. She was rather nice, and extremely 
attractive, and that was the problem. It was too easy to just stare at her and 
be friendly, and he refused to let himself do that. Mathew knew that 
nowadays any wrong step at all was grounds for sexual harassment, and he 
didn't want anything to do with that. Worrying about sexual harassment 
was just another one of the "perks" of his job.

Taking another sip of his coffee, Mathew absently wondered if he was 
developing an ulcer. "Time enough for that later" he told himself as he 
went back to work on the report he'd have to turn into Mr. Carlton, the "big 
boss" before the end of the day. Hopefully this would help him beat Eric 
Jessup for the promotion that was being given out soon.  Mathew had 
worked hard for it, and he was sure that he in the lead so far. At least unless 
Eric somehow managed to get Carlton to give it to him somehow. With 
office politics, you never knew what a co-worker might do for your 
promotion.

After taking a quick lunch, Mathew hurried back to the office, wanting to 
finish the last touches on the report before he had to turn it in. He also had 
to fill out several requisition forms for a couple of the projects he was 
overseeing. "Another day another dollar" Mathew told himself grimly as he 
went back to his desk, noticing that no one else was back from lunch yet.

Just as Mathew had started getting back to work, he heard some footsteps 
and looked up, smiling slightly as he saw Sue coming towards him again, 
wiggling suggestively as she walked. "Mr. Phillips?" she said cautiously, "I 
need to talk with you about something."

"Sure" he said, wondering what was up. Had somebody sent her to him 
with some more paperwork or something? It had happened plenty of times 
before so he didn't think too much about it.

Sue was about to say something more, when two more people came into 
the office, back from lunch. For a moment Sue frowned, looking rather 
annoyed. Just as quickly her suggestive smile returned and she said 
"Um...how about right after work?"

Mathew suddenly started to get suspicious, having a feeling that this was 
going to be bad trouble. Being alone after hours with one of the secretaries 
didn't necessarily mean anything, but there were always ways that it could 
look bad. Mathew was about to turn her down, when she said "Please."

"All right" Mathew relented, wondering if this might have something to do 
with one of the projects she'd been working on. "Now if you'll excuse me," 
he apologized, "I've got a lot of work to do." Sue nodded then hurried 
away. Mathew just shook his head, trying not to be obvious as he watched 
her walking out of the room.

Working late, Mathew had forgotten all about Sue. Instead he was focused 
on going over the office budget, not having noticed the last other person in 
the office getting up and leaving for the day. So intent was he on the budget 
that he hadn't even noticed Sue coming in and walking over to his desk.

"Ahem" she said in a sexy voice, nearly making Mathew jump.

Trying to hide his embarrassment of being startled, Mathew replied "Yes?" 
Then remembering that Sue had wanted to see him, Mathew set the papers 
aside and asked "What was it you wanted to see me about?"

Sue smiled seductively and said "You know, yesterday after work I was 
going for a walk, and I just happened to find the strangest little store. You 
wouldn't believe it. There was even some strange old man in a bath robe 
working there" Sue chuckled slightly and Mathew wondered why she 
wanted to talk to him about a store. Seemingly not noticing Mathew's 
disinterest, Sue continued on. "What really surprised me though is that the 
guy who worked there talked me into buying something."

"And your point is?" Mathew asked impatiently.

Leaning over and setting her purse on Mathew's desk, Sue forced a smile. 
"I bought this" she said, pulling what looked like some kind of biscuit or 
cookie out of her purse.

"A cookie?" Mathew said startled. Why was she wasting his time with a 
cookie?

Giggling slightly, Sue said "It's a special cookie. After the salesman told me 
what made it so special, I just knew I had to have it. I just wanted to share it 
with you." Then with that, Sue broke the cookie in half, handing one half to 
Mathew and keeping the other for herself.

"Um....Thank you" A startled Mathew said, picking up the cookie. 
Shrugging, Mathew stuffed the cookie into his mouth, pleased at the taste. 
It was certainly better than he had expected, though he couldn't place just 
what kind of cookie it was.

Seeing that Mathew had eaten his half, a wicked smile formed on Sue's 
face and she ate her cookie piece. "No" she said to Mathew, the smile still 
on her face, no longer as sexy or seductive, "Thank you" With that, Sue 
walked off, leaving Mathew alone in the office, wondering about what had 
just happened.

By the time Mathew had gotten home, he was feeling rather odd for some 
reason. "Too much stress" he told himself, deciding to take a vacation once 
he got that promotion. Feeling rather dizzy Mathew made towards his 
bedroom, stopping suddenly as an intense wave of dizziness washed over 
him. Once the dizziness had passed, Mathew looked at his bed, realizing 
just how exhausted he felt all of a sudden. "Maybe I'll see the doctor 
tomorrow" he mused to himself, collapsing onto his bed without even 
taking his clothes off, and immediately falling asleep.

When Mathew woke up, he opened his eyes and noticed that something 
was wrong immediately. His walls were the wrong color, and as he glanced 
around, he realized that he wasn't even in his own room. "What the hell?" 
Mathew asked aloud, startled to hear a female voice. Sitting up quickly, 
Mathew felt the weight hanging on his chest and stared down at a pair of 
perfectly formed female breasts.

Jumping out of bed, Mathew stared down at himself, seeing that he was 
wearing a pair of skimpy panties, and nothing else. The smooth front left 
no doubt about what was, or more specifically wasn't down there. 
Immediately Mathew realized, that as impossible as it was, he had 
somehow turned into a girl. No, he corrected himself as he gingerly 
touched his breasts, a woman.

"Calm down" Mathew told himself, trying to keep the rising panic from 
going too far. "There's a logical explanation for this" Still, Mathew couldn't 
think of one. "First things first" he told himself, deciding that he needed to 
get some idea of what had happened, but first he needed to find out what 
had become. Seeing a bathroom through a cracked open door, Mathew 
hurried to it, knowing that there was bound to be a mirror. He just had to 
get a look at what he looked like. Maybe that would give him some clue as 
to what had happened.

When Mathew looked into the mirror, he gasped, saying one word, "Sue"  
Looking back at him from the mirror was Susan Quinn. So that was why 
the female voice had sounded familiar, though he hadn't noticed it at first. 
Taking a deep breath, Mathew told himself to calm down, staring at the 
beautiful blonde in the mirror. "Now what has happened?" Mathew asked 
himself once had regained more self control. When no answer came to him, 
he went back to the bedroom, noticing a desk in the corner, with clothes 
laid out and hanging from it. Frowning, he also noticed a piece of paper.

Walking over to the desk, Mathew barely even noticed his breasts, or the 
fact that he was moving very femininely. Picking up the paper in his long 
red fingernails, Mathew frowned and stared at them for a moment, just 
realizing that he even had them.  Shaking his head, Mathew looked at the 
paper and gasped, seeing his name at the top. It was a note. To him.

Mathew stared at the note, then started reading it "Dear Mathew, or perhaps 
I should call you Susan now. Get dressed in these clothes and come to 
work, I'll explain everything there. PS, don't let anyone know that you're 
not Sue."

"Shit" Mathew said, dropping the note to the floor and wondering what the 
hell was going on. However knowing that he wouldn't get any answers 
unless he did as he was directed, Mathew sighed, forcing himself to remain 
calm and look at the clothes that he knew he'd have to wear.

Stopping suddenly, Mathew decided that maybe he'd better at least take a 
shower first. Mathew hurried into the bathroom, refusing to hurry while he 
showered, but at the same time knowing that he couldn't stay in there for 
very long. Still, the warm water did feel good, and Mathew very gently 
went over his entire body, amazed not only with how different it looked, 
but at how normal it felt.

Finishing up with the shower, Mathew dried himself off and started getting 
dressed in the clothes that had been set out for him, surprised at just how 
easy it was. Shortly he was dressed in the cream colored blouse, that 
showed a bit of cleavage, and a short black skirt. Even the bra wasn't very 
difficult for him to put on, and he would have expected it to be much more 
difficult. Once that was finished, Mathew slipped on the stockings and the 
3 inch high healed shoes, pleased at how easy he was finding it to walk in 
them, though somewhat nervous and afraid as well. "What's happening to 
me?" He asked himself, still receiving no answers, not that he had expected 
any.

"I might as well get this over with" Mathew said aloud, sitting himself 
down in front of the mirror on the desk, surrounded by makeup. He knew 
that if he was going to have to go into work looking like Sue, he'd have to 
do it right. Especially since he was being forced to dress like her and he 
didn't want to do anything that might make it more difficult to find out what 
had happened, and get his own body back.

After rather easily doing his hair, makeup and putting on jewelry, Mathew 
looked into the mirror, knowing that he looked exactly like Sue. No one 
would know different just by looking at him, even the makeup was 
perfectly done, though it was the first time Mathew had ever touched any. 
Obviously whatever had changed him had also given him Sue's skill with 
the makeup. Suddenly remembering the cookie he'd shared with Sue the 
night before, Mathew wondered if that had anything to do with it.  "I'll find 
out soon enough" he reminded himself as he absently picked up Sue's purse 
and headed for the door.

Mathew felt greatly embarrassed as he walked into the familiar office, 
knowing that every man was staring at him. He could feel their eyes on him 
and it made him uncomfortable. Forcing a smile to his face, Mathew went 
in, looking around to see who had left him the note. Then he froze, his eyes 
widening and he began to have a very good idea. There, sitting at his desk, 
was him. Someone who looked just like he did, at least before he'd woken 
up that morning. That person looked in his direction, and smirked, 
obviously pleased.

Forcing himself to remain calm, Mathew walked up to his desk, and the 
person behind it, quietly demanding "What have you done?"

"I think you know quite well....SUE" Mathew's old face grinned back 
wickedly. "We've traded bodies, and lives. Now I'm Mathew Phillips, the 
bigshot who's in charge and making all the money, while you are just little 
Susan Quinn, a secretary."

"Why?" Mathew demanded, trying to keep the fear and anger both out of 
his voice, knowing that neither would do him any good right now.

"Why do you think?" Sue, now in Mathew's body snapped back, "I 
certainly couldn't be promoted as a secretary. I wanted your job, the money 
and the respect" she smirked. "I'm sorry that I had to do this to you, but live 
with it. It's permanent. There's nothing I can do...Honey" then with that, 
Sue leaned over and pinched Mathew on the ass, catching him by surprise 
and making him angry. He glared at her but she smirked back, saying 
"Fuck with me and I'll have you fired so fast that you won't even have time 
to scream." Mathew stared at her in horror, seeing by the look on her, 
actually his face, that she really meant it. "Now got get me a cup of coffee, 
bitch" Sue snarled at Mathew.

Cringing, Mathew walked off, burning with anger inside, but knowing that 
there was nothing he could do. Not at the moment anyway.  Maybe, he 
decided as he calmed down, if he played her game, he could get her to 
change them back. Somehow. So taking a deep breath, Mathew started 
towards the coffee pot, knowing that after he'd brought his "boss" the 
coffee, he would have to go do Sue's job.

The day was a living nightmare for Mathew, who suffered insults and 
demands from Sue at every turn. She seemed to enjoy rubbing it in, and 
took every opportunity to pinch his ass or bump against him. Furious, 
Mathew forced himself to smile, not daring to show how he really felt. 
Somehow, Mathew knew that he'd make it through the day. Somehow he'd 
get back to normal.

Fortunately though Mathew found that he could talk to some of the "other" 
secretaries and lower ranking employees. They were pretty nice for the 
most part and didn't seem to have the cutthroat office politics that kept 
them from trusting each other and being friends. Not like it was with the 
managers who were all fighting for promotions.

It was with great relief that Mathew left work at the end of the day, just 
barely avoiding Sue. He almost went to his own car before he remembered 
his situation again and had to go to Sue's instead. "Great" he muttered to 
himself, "I traded my Mercedes for a Ford Tempo"  Snorting, Mathew got 
into the car and drove back to his new home.  Temporary home, he told 
himself.

Later that night, Mathew was sitting back, trying to relax and unwind. The 
one thing he found was that even though he was doing a different job, it 
was just as stressful as his old one, though that was mostly due to Sue he 
knew. "I can't believe she turned me into a woman" Mathew told himself, 
looking into a hand mirror while he sat on the couch. It just didn't seem 
possible, but there was the proof in front of him.

Hearing the phone ring, Mathew set the mirror back and down, nervously 
answering the phone "Hello?"

"Hi Sue" he heard sarcastically from the other end, immediately 
recognizing his own voice. "How are you doing?" Then after a pause, "And 
what are you wearing. Are you naked? Are you examining your sexy new 
body and masturbating. I know that I am."

"Oh God" Mathew muttered to himself in disgust, then to Sue he said 
"What do you want now?"

Sounding hurt, she answered "Why I was just thinking of you. And....I 
want you to come to work tomorrow in that tiny little outfit in the back of 
the closet.  You kind of turned me on today, and I really want to see you 
looking sexy tomorrow. Got it?"

Sighing in resignation, Mathew answered "Yes."

"Bye bye slut" he heard from the other end before it hung up. Furious, 
Mathew grabbed the mirror throwing it against the wall and watching it 
shatter. 7 years of bad luck didn't bother him at the moment, especially not 
when he knew he was looking towards a whole lifetime of bad luck.

For the next several days Mathew came to work, dressing in skimpy 
revealing clothes like Sue demanded, hating every moment of it as he 
brought her coffee every morning and typed up some of the reports that 
both she and Eric sent him. Still, when he was left alone, or just talking 
with some of the other employee's, Mathew was able to relax some and 
even enjoy himself a little.

Sighing and moving letter he'd just finished typing to the side, Mathew 
noticed one of the guys looking at him again, and chuckled as he realized 
that it didn't bother him anymore. He didn't know if it was the body's 
hormones, or whatever had given him the skill to dress and put on makeup, 
but he was forced to admit that he was beginning to find guys attractive. 
That left him with somewhat mixed feelings, especially when he thought 
about getting his own body back, which was getting to be less and less.  
Slowly Mathew had come to realize that Sue would never switch them 
back willingly, and he seriously doubted that she even could. She was 
probably telling the truth when she'd said it was permanent. Realizing this, 
Mathew knew that he'd have to accept that he'd be a woman for life if he 
ever wanted to be happy. It wouldn't be easy.

As Mathew was finishing up with a letter that someone had asked him to 
type, he looked up and was startled to realize that he'd been working a little 
late. Everyone else had just left several minutes earlier, and he was all 
alone. Except for Sue, he realized suddenly as he saw her walking towards 
him, a lecherous smirk on her face.

"Hello Sue" she said to him with a grin, "You sure are sexy looking today. 
Nice job with the makeup." Then before Mathew could do anything, Sue 
had grabbed his breasts, squeezing them.

Mathew struggled to pull himself away, though Sue only laughed and 
pulled him closer, forcing her lips roughly against his own in a semblance 
of a kiss.  She at least was enjoying it, though Mathew couldn't say he was. 
Not with the way he was being treated. Finally pulling himself away from 
Sue, he glared at her, making her laugh harder. "Come on now" Sue said, 
"You know you want it. You want to find out what being a woman is really 
like, and I'm just the one to show you."

"I don't think so" Mathew snarled back, "I don't want to even touch you."

"What?" Sue asked, but before she could say anything more, Mathew 
started hurrying away, eager to be out of sight of Sue. "Bitch" Mathew 
heard Sue call from behind him, not bothering to slow down though.

Furious Mathew glanced back as he hurried to the car, barely able to 
believe what had just happened to him. First Sue had stolen his body, then 
she had tormented and humiliated him for the next 4 days. Mathew had 
finally had enough. Angrily looking into the rear view mirror, Mathew 
knew that he'd be a woman for the rest of his life. That he could live with. 
He could probably even enjoy it. But the humiliation had to end. "No 
more" he said aloud, hungry for revenge against Sue for what she'd done to 
him, "No more." Smiling wickedly to himself, Mathew was going to get 
even, and he was going to do it the best way that he knew how.

The new Mathew Phillips was sitting back in his chair, smiling as he stared 
at one of the cute office workers several desks over. He wouldn't have 
believed that he'd ever find such enjoyment and interest from a woman's 
body, but he was. He loved it. He loved his position and he loved the 
money he was making. Most of all he loved the respect and power he now 
had.

Looking up, the new Mathew noticed Mr. Carlton walking towards him, 
with two men alongside of him that Mathew didn't recognize. Curious, 
Mathew suspected that he was about to get that promotion he'd been 
expecting, then he saw the look on Mr. Carlton's' face.

"What the hell is the meaning of this?" Mr. Carlton demanded, obviously 
furious.

"What's wrong?" Mathew asked nervously, glancing at the two men in 
business suits who were both standing there.

"What's wrong!!??" Mr. Carlton choked, "I'll tell you what's wrong."  
Taking a deep breath he continued, yelling at Mathew loud enough for 
everyone in the office to hear, "First of all everything you've done this past 
week was half assed. You haven't been doing any of your work and what 
you have been doing was garbage. And secondly" Mr. Carlton gestured to 
one of the men standing behind him, who opened a briefcase and set a 
small stack of papers down in front of Mathew, "you are being sued. For 
sexual harassment. We have several complaints."

"Sexual harassment?" Mathew gasped out in shock. That just wasn't 
possible.

"As of this moment" Mr. Carlton snarled, "You are fired. Get out of this 
building right this instant." Then Mr. Carlton turned and stormed away, 
leaving Mathew to stare at papers in front of him in horror and disbelief, 
barely aware of the several women in the office cheering and clapping.

The End