Work Friend: Part 1 (story)

I decided to try writing a serial story. If people like it, I'll continue. It's about a guy who uses Long Distance Body Swapping Technology to switch bodies with his female friend at work.

I don't exactly know where this is going. I find that exciting. And here's the best part–you can make suggestions in the comments!

Click through to read part 1:

Work Friend: Part 1

"Come on Jake," Tracie said. She was doing that thing where she brings her face really close to me, her big brown eyes peering right into me. "I really need you to help me with this."

"I don't know," I said, shrugging.

I had become fast friends with Tracie over the past two years. We were both 26 and joined the company around the same time, so it made sense we'd latch onto each other and goof off to make the work week more enjoyable. There was never an awkward moment between us. Thanks to Tracie I actually woke up excited for work each day. She was just so playful and exciting... and she smelled good... and she was short, yet big breasted, and with an absolutely perfect ass. Yes, I was quite attracted to Tracie. Actually, I was in love with her.

But as was my luck, she was already married and therefore off-limits.

"Listen, you'll only need to be in my body for about an hour... two hours tops," Tracie said. "I know you've never done Long Distance Body Swapping before, but come on. It's incredibly safe. Hundreds of people do it every day without a single problem."

"But... I didn't even know you could use Long Distance Body Swapping Technology to swap bodies with someone in the same building," I said. "I thought it was, you know, for long distance."

"You're such a dummy," Tracie said, messing up my hair with her hand. "People swap on-location all the time. It's a lot cheaper, actually. The Long Distance part is just for advertising. You should know that, Mr. Marketing Associate."

"Well OK Ms. Product Manager," I said. "But you really should just give your own presentation."

"Come on Jake, I'll owe you BIG TIME if you do this for me," Tracie said. "You have no idea how bad my phobia of public speaking is. If I have to get up there and give this presentation I'll absolutely have a panic attack. And then all the work our team has put into this software strategy will be in vain. Plus I'll lose my job!"

"OK, OK, calm down!" I said, patting her back. Tracie was visibly worked up just THINKING about public speaking. "I can't have you getting fired. Then I wouldn't have a work buddy calling me stupid anymore."

"So you'll do it?" Tracie said, showing all of her teeth in a cartoonish smile.

"Yes, of course," I said nonchalantly. "I'll switch bodies with you and use my awesome marketing and public speaking skills to save your ass."

"Thanks soooooo much Jake!" Tracie said, bumping her arm into mine.

Sadly, Tracie was completely unaware that even that tiny bit of physical contact with her soft, warm body had sent chills down my spine.

--

Two hours later, I found myself sitting in a cab with Tracie. My entire center of gravity felt off... really off. I could feel the weight of her boobs... and her tight clothing made me feel self-conscious somehow.

I couldn't stop staring at my hands. Well, her hands. They were so small.

The reality that I was inhabiting the body of my work friend and secret crush was finally setting in. Every inch of me felt different.

"I can't believe how tiny your hands are," I said. "And how big everything else is. And this girly voice... how am I going to give a presentation with this girly voice?"

"You'll be fine," Tracie said, looking down at me. "It is kind of weird being so tall. I went from being 5' 1" to over 6'. I feel like a giant!"

"Just do me one favor while you're in my body," I said. "Don't look at my penis."

Tracie burst out laughing. I loved that she loved "guy humor."

"OK, I won't look at your penis," Tracie said. "But you better not look at my boobs!"

I felt my face... well, Tracie's face blush.

"Oh my God, look at you!" Tracie said. "Everyone always told me how quickly I blush! I've never actually seen it until just now."

"Look, this isn't easy for me," I said. "I'm a guy wearing a skirt for crying out loud."

"Hey, I was very thoughtful of you when I dressed this morning," Tracie said. "You're lucky I didn't wear heels!"

"You HAVE to promise not to tell anyone about this," I said. "If any of the guys at the office found out about this they'd mock me for months."

"I can see it now," Tracie said. "Buying lipstick for your birthday... or worse!"

"Like a dildo?" I said, immediately regretting it. Tracie and I had never been this explicit before.

Luckily Tracie cracked up.

"Oh my God, stop it!" Tracie chuckled. "Don't worry. We're not telling a soul about this. All the senior staff need to believe you're me."

"Works for me," I said, placing my hand on my leg. I'd never touched Tracie's leg before. Now it was a part of me.

--

"In short, this software product has the greatest potential to put us on the map," I said, reading Tracie's script. "But that's not the greatest benefit. The greatest benefit of this software is what it can do for business to business logistics in America."

The senior staff actually clapped! I couldn't believe it. These useless office drones never clapped for presentations.

Standing in the back of the room with her arms crossed, Tracie had a huge grin on her face. All that money she spent swapping bodies with me had paid off.

As I exited the conference room, Tracie ran up to me, swaying my body in an extremely feminine fashion.

"Can you please not walk like that in my body?" I said. "You're making me look so girly."

"Oh, sorry," Tracie said. "How's this?"

Tracie did a goofy "man walk," thrusting her shoulders back and forth.

"OK, OK, knock it off before someone sees," I said. "So that was pretty good, right?"

"It was excellent," Tracie said. "I mean, I know you were just reading my awesome script. But I really feel like you added something to the presentation."

"Cool," I said. "So what's the plan for swapping back?"

"We have plenty of time," Tracie said. "We can grab a cab right now."

"OK. Um, but just one thing," I said, already feeling my face blush. "I, uh, really need to pee."

"What?" Tracie asked, surprised.

"I was talking up there for almost an hour!" I said. "And they had all those little water bottles on the podium. I kept on drinking them. Nervous tick I guess."

"OK, that's fine," Tracie said, uneasy. "Go to the restroom. But no looking, OK? And remember to use the women's room you goof."

"Yeah, got it," I said.

I entered the restroom, which was much larger than the men's room. Plus it had a full sized couch!

Suddenly the door opened behind me.

"Hey, Tracie!" the voice called out.

It was Sophie (45), my supervisor. Although she was a mother of two young children, she was still quite attractive in a fitness-nut MILF kind of way.

"Great presentation, you go girl!" Sophie said, extending arms for an embrace.

We hugged tightly. I actually felt a little turned on as my breasts pressed against her's.

I'm leaving early to go on a run," Sophie said. "Brought my running stuff an everything. Mind unzipping me?"

Sophie turned around, revealing the zipper on the back of her dress.

"Um, sure," I said, feeling like somehow she'd detect that I was really a male, and this was not a place where I belonged.

I unzipped her, averting my eyes as she quickly slipped out of the dress.

I walked towards the stall, but just before closing the door I stole a glimpse of my practically naked supervisor. She was just standing there out in the open, wearing her light blue bra and panties as she slipped into a pair of yoga pants. I never thought I'd see her like that... or that she'd be so sexy!

I closed the door to the stall and slowly pulled down Tracie's skirt, revealing a pair of pale, pink panties. I couldn't believe it... I was staring at Tracie's crotch! Being alone, sort of, in my crush's body would have been a dream come true... that is, if I didn't feel so guilty!

What kind of person would I be if I did something inappropriate in one of my best friend's bodies?

I pulled down Tracie's panties, but decided not to look. It would have been a huge violation of her personal privacy if I, say, found out she kept things trimmed down there... or if she shaved. That, I decided, would be crossing a line.

I sat down on the seat, felt the strange sensation of pee coming out of something that wasn't my penis, which I didn't have at the moment, and that was that.

When I pulled Tracie's panties back up, my hand accidentally brushed her ass. It was so smooth and soft. I yearned for more. But I resisted... at least at that moment.

After washing my hands, I stared at my reflection... Tracie's face, in the mirror. I got up real close, looking myself right in the eye, which was brown instead of blue. No one other than Tracie could possibly know that it was me in this body. It was incredible.

--

On the way back to the Swap Facility, the cab hit especially bad rush hour traffic.

"I don't believe this," Tracie said. "We're not gonna make it because of this."

"It's sort of my fault too," I said. "I should have just held it."

"Wanna run for it?" Tracie asked.

"Anything would be faster than this cab," I said.

We ditched the cab and ran for it. I found it incredibly difficult to keep up with Tracie given my tiny legs and constricting skirt.

When we finally arrived at the Swap Facility, a man was already locking up.

"Shit," I said. It wasn't that I was necessarily disappointed. I just didn't want to have to deal with the awkwardness of this situation. Spending the night in Tracie's body... and her in mine? It would certainly be taking our friendship to a new level, that's for sure.

"Sir, is there ANY way we can swap back?" Tracie pleaded.

"Sorry guys," the man said. "The technicians have already left. You'll have to come back tomorrow morning and wait for an opening in the schedule."

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry Jake," she said. "I really didn't mean for you to have to be in my body for more than an hour or two."

I couldn't tell if Tracie was really just uncomfortable with her small favor turning into a big favor... or if she was uncomfortable with me spending an entire night alone in her body.

 "It's not your fault," I assured her. "Things happen. This happens to plenty of people on job interviews. I read about one guy who swapped right before Christmas vacation and had to spend almost a week in someone's body."

"OK," Tracie said. "First thing in the morning we'll swap back before work. I'm really sorry to put you in this position. You're such a good friend."

"Just do me a favor and don't kiss your husband while you're in my body," I said.

"Ahah, believe me I don't think he'd be into that," Tracie said. "You're a really good guy Jake."

Tracie hugged me, my face pressing against my former chest. I was equally terrified and thrilled for the night ahead in Tracie's body.