Chapter #5Young scientist on a vacation! by: Unknown You stare at the reflection gazing upon you in the mirror, twirling your torso as you try to take a better look at your new body. Not too long ago, you spent your every single, waking day toiling in the laboratories of Pfizer, working on the latest innovation in human genomics. A graduate from Caltech in biochemistry (highest honor!), you were the head researcher on appearance alteration via DNA splicing. That is, until that fatal day when your foolish intern neglected to bolt the holding tank to its stand, causing it to tip over and spill the enzyme homease over you and your entire team.
You nod your head approvingly. Although the event brought about changes to you -- namely, the fact that you transformed from a strapping young English man to a petite Asian woman -- you got off scot-free compared to the rest of your team, who ended up as animals such as dogs or cats, or even items such as bras and socks, which were now located in either pet care centers or safe-boxes. Naturally, some of them were currently located in your bag, including the former-intern-now-dragon-dildo.
"Here're the papers for the travel arrangements -- tickets, lodging, the whole package is there. The company is sending you off on a vacation for the time being," the gruffy voice of your boss sounds from behind, causing you to turn around and walk up to his desk. "Don't worry about the fees. We've already contacted the resort and informed them to send the bill to us."
"Thanks, boss," you say, "You're kind enough to give me the rest I need. Still, are you sure with giving me... these?"
You hold up your bad filled with woman's items that used to be your co-workers. Your boss waves it off. "It's fine. Don't even worry about losing one or two of them, they don't have any rights as things anyway and you were pretty much the brains behind this operation. Not like any of them are gonna be doing anything of useful while you're gone."
"Still, a bit mean to put the project and, as such, their cure on hold." You smile. "Perhaps you hold to benefit from this?"
"Ha!" He laughs, grabbing ahold of his member. It looked quite a bit bigger now that part of your co-worker inhabited it. "My wife and I have never been this active in 20 years! She's even been suggesting to keep it on a permanent basis."
You chuckle, collecting the papers and thanking him once again, you skip out of the office and pull out your cell phone. Boy will your wife, an assistant professor at Caltech, be surprised at this revelation! Hopefully the holiday plans will be enough to tide her over for the summer. To the Caribbean!
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You and your wife, Alice, step off the bus at the front of the hotel, carrying the luggage with you. She didn't take the news well at first, obviously, since she was shocked that the husband she married not too long ago was sporting a pair of tits that could rival hers. But news of the vacation did cause her to simmer down a bit, and now she cheekily poked fun at your appearance, trying to dress you up in the most womanly fashion possible.
"Ugh, can't wait to get out of this pink dress," you say as you pass a mirror, gazing at your appearance: https://imgur.com/a/MW3ax8h
You had to admit that you did look outstanding now, and could definitely create some competition for your wife, but your only wish was that the body belonged to somebody else. As it was now, you did kind of miss being able to satisfy your wife in bed, having to resort to continuous foreplay instead.
"Don't say that!" Your wife squeals, looking you over once more. "It looks good on you."
"I guess, but... so feminine!" You reply, as you finally reach the counter. The clerk shoots you a brief look. "Mr. and Mrs. Baxter."
"Let's see," he responds, going through the check-in book. Tall, lanky, with glasses -- he looked like a typical nerd you'd meet in college, ones that you've demolished through and through during your study years. "Which one of you is Charles?"
"That'd be me," you respond, brushing the hair out of your vision.
"So you're from Pfizer, huh? You know, I actually applied for a position in that company to work on that new chemical h-... hom-..."
"Homease. An enzyme."
"Right. I was a biochemistry major after all. Rejected."
"Sorry about that," you sheepishly respond, wondering what his reaction would be if you informed him that you were the one handling applications. "No hard feelings, I hope."
"Nah," he begins typing up information. "Looking at you, seems like I averted a worse fate."
"So you're here for the time being?"
"Yeah, you know what it's like with employment now. In the shitter," His fingers are rapidly typing. "...Damn it!"
"What happened?" You ask, puzzled by his outburst.
"Ah, sorry, man. It's just that we have a new theme we introduced recently in the resort. It's these things." He takes out something resembled a golden band with intricate ornaments. "It's a control collar. Basically, it's this thing we have where we improve marital relationships via this thing. Slap it onto a wife and she'll be forced to listen to your commands."
"Oh, I've heard about this recently!" Alice pipes up, being a professor on human psychology. "The study done on this says that apparently letting a husband have control of your body allows you to understand him better, and generate a close bond between the two and an improved marital relationship!"
"Right," the clerk, whose name tag says Chris, responds. "The problem is that higher-ups are unwilling to forego it even if you're a woman, and I wasn't able to override the system to give control to you. Sorry, but you'll have to wear it during your stay as well."
"Does... does that mean I'll be forced to?"
"Nah, it's largely ornamental in your case. It's mainly to keep up appearances in public, as the resort has a reputation it wants to preserve. However, since these bad boys are active, you'll need to have a guardian, like me."
"I dunno about that..." You respond, but he waves you off.
"Come on, man, I'm not gonna do anything anyway. I just wanna relax a bit, all this desk sitting is getting stuffy. And since supervision is technically a job, I could get away with sipping champagne with you two. Don't give this to some other lucky sucker, please."
He looks around.
"Or I guess you can take a guide dog as the controller. We have a couple o' Great Danes for the blind folk. I wouldn't really recommend it though since the collars haven't been tested with non-humans, but if you don't trust me, then so be it."
You think for a bit. It seemed like you weren't getting out of this.
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