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My boss is a very strict, macho Latino man who is cold at the job and yells at every single one of us quite sternly. He has made people cry and even consider quitting the job. I walk on eggshells around him. Not because of how stern he is, but because I find him incredibly hot.

Too bad he was asexual, or so he claimed to us. He said he couldn’t stand people, let alone perverts, and he preferred to be by himself.

We work abroad in Alaska cleaning factories for the US military. Our workforce is made up of almost a hundred people who live on the property of the main factory we clean. But sometimes we venture out to clean other factories. The job is hard manual labor but surprisingly there were a good number of women working here.

Showering was of utmost importance. We all smelled so bad after work that most people ran to the communal showers before there was a wait line.

I had been avoiding the communal showers for months, going out to a local’s house to use their private shower. But of course, the week my boss turns into a woman my local friend texted me to let me know her shower would be down for a couple of days due to the ice storm.

Shit, I thought. I wasn’t going to work stinking especially with all the work we had been doing.

I hate showing off my body. My stomach is far from flat and I have large hanging breasts and a not so round ass. Men have complimented my legs in the past, but some didn’t seem to like my plump figure. Being a chubby Eurasian was hard. Though there was this one time that someone gave me a boost of confidence. It was when my boss complimented me wearing this tight vintage dress I wore on our off day as he passed me in the hallway.

It threw me off guard because he was usually mean-spirited in his observations. But hearing him say “That dress fits you nicely.” Made me overthink for a while because it hadn’t been followed up with an insult or backhanded compliment.

My infatuation with him only grew from then on.

I wasn’t gay, or I at least hadn’t thought too much about my sexuality as a young adult in my early twenties. But him turning into a real woman for a week was not on my prediction list for that year, let alone me getting wet at the thought of him being a woman.

Long story short, one night as we were driving back to the main factory we were stationed at, an alien aircraft had apparently smashed into our boss's car. He was alone driving back after he had chewed us out for using the wrong cleaning chemicals and was going back to write us all up.

My heart sank at the news when I heard that he went missing from the crash site with only a pool of blood left behind. I was completely devastated despite everyone else not really seeming to care.

But then the oddest thing happened. A woman came pounding at our dormitory door the next night demanding to be let in.

Security almost threw her out, but she had the exact same tattoo markings as Rafael. Aliens had been taking random citizens from earth and experimenting on them, ultimately changing their gender. The weird thing is they are all safely returned.

Since we worked for the military government, they knew right away what had happened to Rafael. The scientist in our department assured Rafael he would return back into a man within a week with no surgery required. He would just have to step into one of those machines and he would come back out a man. But repairs would take a week.

Rafael was so mad about this he nearly threw a chair at the council. To make matters worse they weren’t letting him shower in the men’s locker room for his safety. He would be showering in our showers!

I had caught a glimpse of my boss as a woman the day after it happened, and I was taken aback at how even more beautiful he… or rather she looked. A gorgeous, heart-shaped face with juicy lips and her same bedroom eyes. I was swooning so much I couldn’t help but stare at her in the cafeteria. She caught me staring and quickly looked away with annoyance it seemed. I forgave myself for staring because it would only be a week before she turned back into a man. Not that I was complaining as he and she was hot either way.

I figured my boss wouldn’t be at the communal showers considering how private he seemed to be and just because he turned into a woman doesn’t mean he would be in the female showers, right?

Well I was wrong. He… or rather she was in there. There were a few other women in there showering like nothing weird was going on. I guess they had forgotten our boss had literally turned into a woman last week? But all the women were small talking and, although Rafael wasn’t really talking to anyone and just washing up in the corner, the woman behind her had dropped a bunch of her toiletries and Rafael bent down to help her pick them up.

I couldn’t see her body clearly because of how heavy the steam was but her bent over body showed off a form that indicated to me she had a huge ass.

I went to go shower in another part of the large communal shower with a towel tight around my body. I touched myself down there to find myself wet just from looking at her bending over.

The next few days I found myself showering closer and closer to the spot where Rafael was. On the fourth day we were finally in the same area showering back to back. I stole glances at her and my eyes greedily mesmerized by her round ass. I stared at its details, savoring the stretch marks and faint cellulite curved on her skin. When she would look back I quickly pretended to be looking for soap in the caddy.

The fifth day I didn’t expect anything different and even felt grateful just to be this close to her. But this day would be a day I would never forget.

Earlier that day we had a massive work meeting and everyone was required to go. But as I entered through the entryway the other bosses told me I was pardoned because, apparently, I had already done this course last year. I was invited to sit through it if I wanted but I decided against knowing the showers would be empty. Or so I thought.

I went in fully naked with my towels and toiletries in hand. I was surprised to hear some water running and steam filling the air on the right side of the showers. The far end shower was more private and had a glass sliding door. That one had just been renovated this morning and it was by far the nicest shower in the place.

Someone was playing a waterproof radio in there. The song DARE by Gorillaz was playing on repeat.

As I began to turn to the other side of the showers I heard someone call out my name.

“Harper, those showers are cold just so you know.” She shouted out. I could still hear her harsh tone, but it rose up the burning sensation between my legs knowing she was naked in there.

“Oh?” I replied. “Why?”

“I tried them out earlier so I went back over here.” She pulled the glass door all the way open, my eyes flying wide open.

I hadn’t seen her body upfront so closely but she was curvy, soaked head to toe, and absolutely perfect.

“You can come join me if you want unless you like cold showers.”

I hesitated but then felt myself moving towards her anyway. I set my towels down and brought in my caddy, putting them up on the wall hooks. Rafael closed the glass door behind us. I immediately turned away from her, beginning the process of washing myself down.

I still didn’t feel confident enough to talk to her on my own. So I hoped she would spark a conversation even if it was to order me around. But she didn’t say anything, and we kept showering in the steaming sprays of hot water. It felt incredible regardless and having the sexiest woman who used to be one of the sexiest men I ever seen shower inches from me was good enough. I wondered if he… she ever had sex? She was older than me by a few years. Maybe she truly was asexual and her first time having sex if she had any as a man had nothing to do with her discovering that. But I was nosy.

I couldn’t take the silence and finally asked.

“So, what’s it like being a woman now?”

Suddenly I felt stupid for asking, knowing it may have been offensive. I could have asked instead why she was playing this certain song on repeat. But I had to ask the question that could have possibly pissed her off.

“Its… different.” She paused before asking. “But I’m starting to think I might miss some things about it.”

This felt like a signal to talk.

“Like what?”

“The physical sensations. Everything feels so sensitive to the skin.”

“Really?”

She nodded, turning around her massive tits swaying to her step.

“Like where?”

“Can I show you?”

I nodded. I expected her to touch herself on the boobs or point to her pussy but instead she came toward me and lightly touched my pubic area. I stiffened like a rock all over.

“Do you feel sensitive down there?”

“Yea if I’m horny. Do you feel horny now that you’re a lady?” I replied, staring at her.

“If that’s what its called then yes.”

I suddenly realized her whole demeanor had changed. She was being shy, her dreamy eyes looking back and forth at my body and the wall.

“Would you, um, like to help me have my first orgasm?” she whispered, making my whole body tingle with excitement.

I was nodding like crazy and gripped onto her arms, still strong and muscular in her womanly body. I kissed her and she pulled me back under her shower head, water jetting over us like a raging waterfall.

I cupped her large breasts and sucked on her nipple, licking the tip of my tongue back and forth as she moaned against the wet wall. I reached down between her legs and let my fingers explore its depth, feeling her clit, the tiny opening to her pisshole and wet hole. I kissed down her tight, fit stomach and buried my face in her unshaven pussy, my tongue lapping up her clean little clit.

She had the sexiest moans breathing in and out steadily. I felt something aggressive take over me as I remembered how bossy and bitchy she had been to me the past year. In a vengeful sort of way I grabbed the side of her hair kissing her deeply. She made no protest and kissed me harder in response. I moved her over to the glass door making her fat tits press into the steamed up glass. I could faintly see from across the way her smashed tits in view of a mirror on the other side. I prodded two fingers into her in and out knowing where her G spot was and rubbed as she shouted out in desire. I kissed her neck as I went in and out like I had a cock. Once her pussy was overflowing with wetness, I got on my knees and dove my tongue into her pussyhole and asshole back and forth reaching as deep as I could in each hole.

She grabbed the back of my head forcing my face deeper into her ass. Finally, I guess she couldn’t take it any more and turned around, forcing me flat on my back on the floor. She sat on my face, straddling me with her thick thighs. I could hardly breathe but I didn’t care as I felt more sensation of her aroused pussy all sticky and consuming my face. I loved the smell of it and wanted all her juices down my throat.

Her heavy weight bounced on me as her hands gripped my thighs. I knew she was about to come because my face was more drenched in her wetness than shower water.

“Let me taste your little cunt, bitch.” She suddenly turned around positioning her face onto my pussy and started to suck gently but hurriedly on my clit. I gasped out loud, but she drove her pussy and ass into my face and told me to shut the fuck up.

I tried to hold back knowing she would berate me for cumming too quickly, but I squirted on her mouth as I felt her tongue lap up against my throbbing clit.

“I always knew you were a weakling Harper, but this is quite pathetic even for you.”

Her words vibrated into my pussy as she was still down there licking the juices off my skin.

“I have a crush on you.” I muffled into her pussy.

“You what?”

“I have a crush-”

“I can’t hear you, woman.” She was now literally crushing my face, my tongue slipping into her pussy hole like it was a cock. She began to hump into me furiously.

“Say what again?”

“I MRRGH HFFAVE A CRFFSH ONFF YOUFF!”

“Fuck I’m cumming!”

Finally she orgasmed, pulsating right into my tongue and lips. It drenched my whole face, droplets spurting on my hair and running down my neck.

We were both breathing heavily after she sat up from me. I laid there stunned, licking my lips and savoring her sweet taste.

After a few moments I watched her have a sudden change in her face. Like she had just snapped out of something. She suddenly glared down at me, almost looking like her old self.

“What are you doing? Get up now! That floor is filthy. The fuck is wrong with you?”

“But boss, you-”

“Get up.”

I stood but she made me stand up the rest of the way by jerking me up to my feet. She moved me toward the shower water again.

“Wash yourself.”

I looked at her stupidly.

“Act your age! Am I your mother?” she took a bar of soap and a loofah and began to lather it up. She then was washing me down, pulling and grabbing me all over. She had no intention of making me cum again, but I didn’t care. She held me from behind, her hand roughly washing my also wet pussy. It was tingling with pure ache and the loofah scrubbed furiously at my labia. I felt the side of her fingertips brush against my clit and I shivered against her unsure if she noticed or not.

She then scrubbed at my hair with shampoo turning me to face her and I was melting at the sight of her gorgeous face all tense with concentration. She ran her fingers through my long hair, straightening it out at the back before stepping back.

“Beautiful. Now get the hell out of my shower.”

“But-”

“Now!”

She slammed the glass door open and with her foot I felt her push my ass out of the shower.

I stumbled out toward my towels looking back at the shower and her shadow standing there as she went to change the song on the radio.

I had no choice but to go back to my dorm and furiously play with my clit until I came at the thought of her round ass bouncing on my face.

That next week she was gone and Rafael was back as a man. I couldn’t look him in the face the first week after that intense moment in the showers, but he acted like nothing had happened and went back to being the man cunt he was. It almost made me think that he had lost all memory of that afternoon.

But during a trip out to clean another base the same song that played when we ate each other out came on. I looked over at him and he was smiling widely as if he were remembering something amusing.

“Good times.” He said with a smirk. I melted into my seat with embarrassment as he laughed hard.