The Job Interview

The Indian summer Saturday in early October dawned unseasonably warm. The foliage had not yet started to turn color but that annual event was just a few days away.

For the past 3/4 of an hour, more or less, Jack and I had played 1 on 1 basketball in the driveway. The contest was played to a close score, 21 to 19. Each of us had made a 3 point shot.

The exertion left both of us catching our breath. Both of us were perspiring. We sat for a minute on the front door steps before going into the house for a beverage.

I looked into the fridge then turned to face my bestie.

"I have Poland Spring and pink Gatorade."

"I'll take the Gatorade. I need to replace electrolytes."

I placed a bottle in front of him on the kitchen table then grabbed same. We both took a big gulp at the same time. More big gulps seconds apart emptied the bottles in about 5 minutes.

"I feel a little strange. It's refreshing me but I†'s doing something else as well."

"Same here," I replied.

Suddenly the ground is closer by a few inches. My hands are more delicate-looking. A ridge across my chest is making the teeshirt tight.

Jack's body had undergone the same changes. Mounds poked his teeshirt.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO US," I asked nervously and frightened.

"WE'VE BECOME GIRLS."

Suddenly I found my jeans way too loose in the waist and tight in the hips. My body had developed feminine curves.

Wanting a better look, we went into my bedroom and took off our clothes.

We both saw only naked girls in the mirror above the dresser.

What was in that Gatorade?

Jack and I looked at one another. The reflections mocked us.

"We need to get clothes that fit right."

My remark didn't land quite the way I would've wanted.

"Easy for you. You can wear one of Cheryl's outfits. I don't have a sister."

Later that day after Jack left I found myself with my sister in her bedroom.

She opened her closet inviting me to have a look.

The closet contained an assortment of dresses, skirts, skorts, pullover blouses, jeans, buttoned blouses and dress pants.

"I'll give you one of my bras. It should fit."

I pulled my il-fitting teeshhirt off and put on a Maidenform 32C Evening Blush with convertible straps.

"This feels so soft."

"Girl's clothes usually do," said Cheryl.

A part of me was still upset by the sudden metamorphosis.

"I don't know how this even happened. Jack and I drank pink Gatorade after playing 'hoops' 1 on 1. Now he's Jackie and I'm Stevie."

I climbed into a Khaki skort and donned a Navy polo shirt. I put my feet into black ankle socks and pink Sketchers slip-ons.

Cheryl complimented me. "That outfit looks nice on you."

"Thanks," I replied smiling.

"I love having a sister. You and I will have a lot of fun together. When I get together with my girlfriends I want you to come along."

"I'd like that."

The shock of suddenly morphing was wearing off. My brain was changing. I like the soft sensation of the fabric on my skin.

A week later on a Friday I found myself in a tavern with Cheryl and her girlfriends Tricia and Cassie.

"This is my cousin Stevie from Pennsylvania."

"Nice to meet you," said Tricia.

"Same to you,"I replied.

Cassie repeated Tricia's sentiment.

Before long the girls engaged me in chit chat over beverages and a light meal. We were bonding over a love of rom coms and girl talk.

As the four of us walked under the night sky toward two cars Tricia suggested another get together next weekend then addressed me.

"Hang out with us anytime Stevie."

Life is good. I made two new friends this night. They don't know that I used to be a guy but that's not a problem. Cheryl can make up something about Steve. She can say he died.

A series that my mom and sister had seen is titled "Virgin River" It's slow burn romance about a nurse practitioner who starts a new life in northern California after tragedy strikes her.

Cheryl and my mom settled into easy chairs in front of the 55-inch Samsung.

"Stevie come watch this with us. It's good."

Cheryl was at one end of the sofa. I settled into the opposite end and soon became engrossed in the show.

"I like 'Jack Sheridan'."


My sister gave a nod. "So does 'Mel Monroe'." said Cheryl.

"Don't spoil it for me," I teased.

She grinned at my comeback.

We watched a few episodes on Netflix before finally retiring for the night.

As I lay in bed I had the urge to explore my new body so I stripped naked. My hands came to my breasts cupping them. My fingers found my clit. The organ swelled as the labia opened.

Muscle tension made me grimace. Before long my breathing was shallow and my heart rate rapid. Moans grew louder.

My first ever female orgasm felt 1000 times better than any previous climax.

Perhaps to investigate the noise Cheryl opened my bedroom door then closed it without hesitation.

Monday started a search for the right job for a girl. Executive assistant, receptionist, secretary were the choices. I climbed into dress workpants and buttoned white blouse, an outfit Cheryl wore for interviews long ago.

Mom and I chatted over coffee. I confided that I "I'm nervous."

I had been a warehouse worker for four years. Now I'll be at a desk doing what secretaries do.

"You'll be fine. Just be confident when you answer the interviewer's questions."

I finished my coffee and I was off to seek my fortune.

The time was coming up on 9 30 when I sat for my first interview. The position was executive assistant to the VP of finance at an aircraft manufacturer. The interviewer was a gray-haired fellow, the office a large room with floor to ceiling windows.

It took 15 minutes out of my day but somehow I left his office feeling good about my chances. It might be †he best 15 minutes of my life.