The new job

Ron had been out of work for six months. It wasn't for lack of trying; he'd sent out dozens of resumes and gone to countless interviews, but nothing had panned out. He was starting to get desperate. So when he came across an ad online that promised big money for webcam work, he was intrigued, despite the ad seeming to clearly be aimed at young women.

"Hey, I know I'm not the target audience, but I'm desperate for work. Is there any way I could still apply?" Ron typed into the chat box on the website.

"Of course, friend!" came the reply from the anonymous recruiter. "We're actually always looking for talented guys like you who are willing to give this a shot. Don't worry about your gender being an issue - if you're comfortable with it, we are too. If you're interested, we can send out a special uniform and you can get started right away."

Ron hesitated for only a moment. He knew this was unconventional, but he figured he didn't have anything to lose at this point. "Okay, I'm in," he typed back.

"Excellent!" the recruiter said. "Just sign this online form acknowledging the terms of the job, and we'll get your package out to you right away."

A few days later, a discreetly packaged box arrived on Ron's doorstep. His heart raced as he opened it, unsure of what to expect. When he lifted the cardboard flap and peered inside, his mouth dropped open in shock. The box was filled with lingerie—camisoles, lacy bras, satin chemises, silky panties, and sheer babydolls in every color of the rainbow. A card on top read, "Choose an outfit and you'll be good to go!"

Ron's heart raced as he lifted the delicate garments out of the box. He had never worn lingerie before, and he felt a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as he ran his hands over the silky fabrics. Finally, he selected a red lace camisole and matching panty set, feeling a rush of adrenaline as he did so.

He shut the bedroom door and quickly stripped out of his clothes, feeling ridiculous but also strangely aroused. Sliding into the panties, he was surprised at how soft and smooth the fabric felt against his skin. The panties hugged his package snugly, and he felt a twinge of excitement as he realized how revealing they were.

Next, he stepped into the camisole, pulling it up over his broad shoulders. The delicate lace brushed against his skin, and he felt a strange tingling sensation as the fabric molded to his body. As he adjusted the straps, he noticed that the camisole was surprisingly supportive, giving him a slight lift that accentuated his chest.

But that was nothing compared to what happened next.

As he stood there, admiring his reflection, he felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if his body was shifting and changing, like a wave of electricity coursing through his veins. The camisole and panties began to tighten and shift, reshaping his body to match the feminine silhouette of the lingerie.

His heart raced as he watched his reflection in the mirror, witnessing the incredible transformation. His broad shoulders narrowed and softened, taking on a more delicate frame. His chest expanded and filled out the camisole, forming full, round breasts that spilled over the lace neckline. His waist cinched, becoming tiny and tapered, while his hips flared out seductively. Even his face changed, becoming softer and more feminine, with full lips and sparkling eyes.

And then, as suddenly as it had started, the transformation stopped. Ron stood there, breathless, staring at his reflection. He was now a stunning redhead with a gorgeous, curvaceous body and a face that could stop traffic. The lingerie had worked its magic, transforming him into the ultimate female fantasy.

"Oh my god..." Ron whispered, reaching up to touch his new breasts, feeling the softness of their swell. He turned to the side, admiring his tiny waist and round hips. He felt so sensitive and delicate, and yet incredibly powerful and sexy.

Just then, there was a knock on the bedroom door. "Honey, are you decent?" called Ron's wife, Sarah. "I wanted to see how you were doing with that new job."

"Just a minute!" Ron called out, his voice higher and more feminine than before. He quickly tried to adjust his lingerie, feeling exposed and vulnerable in his new body.

Sarah opened the door and stepped into the room, her eyes widening in shock at the sight before her. "Oh my god, Ron... what... how...?" she sputtered, taking in her husband's new appearance.

Ron turned to face her, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. "I... it's a long story," he stammered, blushing. "Apparently, this is the 'special uniform' they sent me. I didn't realize it would do this..."

Sarah approached him slowly, a look of amazement on her face. "You... you're stunning," she whispered, reaching out to touch his soft cheek. "And those breasts... they're so perfect."

Ron blushed, feeling a rush of pleasure at her words. "You really think so?" he asked, his voice full of hope.

Sarah smiled and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I do. And I think you should get to work, show off that gorgeous body of yours." She winked at him, and Ron felt a jolt of excitement.

Guided by his wife's instructions, Ron—or rather, Lacy, as she now thought of herself—logged into the webcam app and began her shift. She felt nervous at first, exposing her new body to strangers, but as the compliments and tips started rolling in, she relaxed and began to enjoy herself.

Lacy posed seductively, running her hands over her soft curves and letting her long red hair cascade over her shoulders. She felt incredibly sexy and powerful, and the knowledge that her wife was watching her only added to the excitement.

Before she knew it, her shift was over. The app closed, and a message popped up, thanking her for her work and informing her that her payment would be deposited into her account shortly.

As Lacy sat there, catching her breath, she felt another tingling sensation wash over her. Her body began to shift and change back, the lingerie loosening and adjusting to her male form once more. Within moments, she was back to her original self, still wearing the skimpy lingerie.

Sarah entered the room again and took in the sight of her husband, still clad in the red lace camisole and panties. She bit her lip, fighting a smile. "You know, I think that color really suits you," she said, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Why don't you keep it on?"

Ron blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Really?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Sarah nodded, her eyes never leaving his body. "Really," she said, taking his hand and leading him towards their bedroom. "Now come on, Lacy. I think it's time for a private show, just for me..."

As they entered the bedroom, Ron felt a rush of anticipation. He knew that his life had just taken an unexpected turn, and he couldn't wait to see what pleasures and adventures this new job would bring. And as his wife pushed him gently onto the bed, he knew that this was just the beginning of an incredible journey of discovery and transformation.