Booth Babes [Sexy Office TG]

Commissioned by Clancy

Brian gets the chance of a lifetime when his boss invites him on an exclusive business trip to witness a revolutionary tech demo. The highlight? A mysterious booth that can craft your dream girl—and then transform someone into her! 

~

The crowd murmured all around me. The air thrummed with excitement as we all waited impatiently for the demonstration to begin. I glanced around, feeling slightly nervous. I’d never been to one of these events before; tech conventions like this were usually for the bigwigs who spent all day in the conference room, not small fry out on the investment floor like me. Was I supposed to take notes? All around me, people had their phones and notepads ready to document the demonstration, and my empty palms started sweating. 

“Don’t look so nervous; you’d think you were the one about to go up on stage.” Patrick, my boss, snickered.

As head of the company, he’d attended dozens of these conventions. Each year, inventors and small start-ups brought their most impressive prototypes, hoping to impress the right company and get proper funding. 

“Sorry, I just don't want to embarrass the firm.” I blushed. “I’ve never been on a trip with the CEO and head of department before. I feel a little… superfluous. Not that I am not grateful, sir.”

“I like to bring a regular worker with me to these things. You give me insight into what products the lower class might like. I can only afford to support so many start-ups.”

“Oh, thank you, sir.” I smiled, forcing my voice not to sound offended. “I will try my best.”

The crowd quieted as the curtains on the main stage opened. A man in a snappy-looking suit with slicked-back hair and a winning smile took the stage. In the centre of a spotlight sat what looked like a sleek, white and silver cupboard with a small computer screen attached.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.” The man started. “I am Liam Bell, inventor and CEO of ChangeCo. Don’t worry if you have never heard of us. This booth right here is our first venture into the tech space, and by the end of this demonstration, I think you will all agree that it’s going to revolutionise life as we know it.”

Next to me, I heard Patrick chuckle to himself, clearly thinking Mr. Bell was speaking arrogantly. Secretly, I agreed. What could that booth do that was so impressive?

“This booth can turn anybody, man or woman, into your dream partner, provided they are willing, of course.” Mr. Bell winked. “Now I can see you all don't believe me, so can I get a volunteer from the audience?”

I sunk deeper into my chair as the man next to me raised his hand and Mr. Bell called him up on stage. 

“Simply describe your dream woman here.” He said, indicating to the computer screen. 

The man looked amused and wiggled his eyebrows at the audience; even I could tell he thought this wouldn't work. Once he was done typing on the little screen, Mr. Bell hit a few buttons and then opened the door. He gave a dramatic bow and then stepped inside. For a few seconds, there was silence; then, the machine began to hum, and the screen glowed faintly yellow for a moment before turning green. The door opened, and out stepped a dark-haired woman in a tight-fitting blouse, skirt and high heels. She flipped her hair dramatically and grinned at the man on stage, whose jaw was on the floor in surprise. 

“What do you think?” The woman smiled. “It’s me, Bell, transformed into your dream girl!”

“No way! Y-you’re perfect!” The man said in surprise. 

This had to be some sort of parlour trick; the woman was a plant, right? Others in the crowd were yelling the same thing, and several hopped up on stage to move the booth. But to everybody’s surprise, there was no trap door or secret compartment. 

“Relax, everybody. Let me continue the demonstration.” Bell laughed, his voice now musical and female. Now, sir, why don't you inspect the merchandise? You gave the machine a very detailed description, and I want you to see how perfect this new body is.”

He began to unbutton his shirt, right there in the middle of the stage, as the others retreated. I felt Patrick stiffen next to me, his cheeks turning red as Bell removed the shirt entirely and hefted up his beautiful round tits for the man to inspect. I felt my mouth go dry watching him fondle her, or him? I didn't know what gender to call Bell now. 

“I’m more than just tits, too, this is a complete transformation.”

My heart started to pound as Bell removed his skirt and gently guided the man’s fingers toward his new mound. There was a pussy there now, it was easy to see through the sheer stockings, and the man slipped his hands inside and began to pump. His face was half aroused, half shocked, like he couldn’t believe what he was doing. Bell moaned for the whole auditorium to hear. Any second, I expected security to jump on stage and stop this erotic display, but everybody was frozen in place with shock and arousal. 

“Those changes aren't just physical,” Bell whimpered, hips bucking against the man’s fingers. They’re mental, too. I know exactly how to use this body to its fullest.”

He leaned forward and pressed his full, sensual lips to the man’s before pulling back.

“How was that kiss?”

“...The best of my life.”

“You haven't seen anything yet.”

Bell removed the man’s fingers from his pussy and then dropped to his knees. My cheeks were burning; surely he wasn't going to…

“I now know how to give head like the best porn star you’ve ever known.” Bell grinned before unzipping the man’s fly and pulling out his length, giving it a quick kiss before taking the full thing in his mouth. 

My own cock twitched in my pants watching the display; it was better than any porn video I had watched. I had to will myself not to get hard, something most of the men in the room were struggling with. Even the businesswoman down the row from me had her legs crossed, and her eyes averted in a way that suggested she was trying not to get turned on. I couldn't help but feel impressed, watching Bell balance on those heels while squatting and giving a blow job. The man on stage was groaning like a five-dollar whore; I could only imagine how good it must have felt. Without warning, Bell popped off the cock and laid back on the stage, shimming out of his panties at last and giving us all a perfect view of his spread pussy. 

“Ready for the final test?” He teased.

“Absolutely.”

The man didn't need to be asked twice and seemingly had no qualms about fucking Bell right there on stage. I was enraptured; both Bell and the man looked like they were in Heaven. I was fully hard now and couldn't even care, I knew I wasn't the only one. 

“Oh fuck, she’s so tight!” The man groaned. “Yes, uh…uhhhhh.”

They switched positions, Bell getting on his hands and knees so that he could face the audience while being fucked. 

“Oh yes! Yes, fuck my pussy, hard! Harder! Harder!”

The man was obviously right on the edge when Bell suddenly changed positions, in one quick movement, he was facing the man again just in time to get a face full of cum. It was all I could do to keep from grasping my own cock between my legs. Bell finally got to his feet, now clad in nothing but his heels, with a face covered in cum.

“I do hope you all enjoyed the demonstration.”

~

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Other companies demonstrated their products half-heartedly; they knew nobody was listening. I know I wasn’t. All I could think about was that booth and how amazing it looked. I’d managed to will my erection away, but I was more than ready to go back to the hotel suite for a cold shower or, if Patrick wasn’t there, some me time. I needed release, big time. I swiped my card and stepped inside, only to freeze. Patrick wasn't there, but there was a blonde woman I didn't recognise sitting on the couch. Her legs crossed and a knowing look on her face. She smiled at me expectantly.

“Don't you recognise me?” She smirked. 

I had an inkling, of course, but I didn't dare voice it out loud. My cheeks tinged pink and the woman laughed.

“It’s me, Patrick.” 

“S-sir?!”

“Not anymore. I was so impressed with that demonstration that I ordered a test unit, and as a special treat, I got to test it out.”

Patrick patted the couch next to him, inviting me to sit down. As I did, my eyes roamed over his new appearance: golden blonde locks that rested gently on his shoulders, a tight, fit figure with lovely curves. The professional skirt was tight around his waist, accentuating his figure and a pair of shiny black heels and stockings, much like the ones Bell had worn during the demo, made a thrill run through me. 

“I decided to describe my dream woman. I saw how you looked during that demo today, and I figured you like the same sort of lady I do.” 

“You’re not wrong.”

Blood raced in my ears; was this really happening? Was a…flirting with my boss? Except, I couldn’t think of Patrick as my boss right now. Not while he was in the form of a naughty blonde whose hand was creeping up my thigh toward my crotch. 

“See, I like to have fun on these trips.” Patrick continued. “Let loose. Mingle a bit.”

“Really?” I leaned in close. “What do you mean by mingle?”

My hand reached forward and cupped Patrick’s leg; it was warm, and the fabric of his stockings was so smooth. Slowly, I moved my hand up until it brushed against the hem of his skirt. Moving it up his leg just an inch took so little force.

“Have you ever been on a business trip before, Brian?”

“No.”

“So I guess you don’t know what is considered appropriate.”

“No…do you think you could show me?”

“I’d be happy to. It’ll be our little secret…” Patrick was close enough now that I could almost feel his soft lips against mine. “Because I’d love to experiment more in this new body. It feels…amazing.”

With that, he reached up to cup my head and pressed his lips to mine, the kiss was chaste for about a second before he parted his lips and moaned right into my mouth. I felt the sound move down my throat, and it seemed to fill my whole body. Instantly, I was hard again, much to Patrick’s delight, as he continued to knead at the front of my pants. We started making out with all the enthusiasm of horny teenagers but with the experience of grown adults. His tongue stroked mine, and I reached forward to hold him close. His body felt so womanly; if I hadn't seen the booth work with my own eyes, I would never believe this busty blonde was my boss. 

“You really have tits and a snatch now?” I asked between kisses, and Patrick giggled.

“What a vulgar word! But yes, I do. Feel for yourself.”

He climbed onto my lap and pressed against me, legs wide so that I could feel the heat from his pussy against my still clothed cock. I reached up to cup his breasts and marvelled at how heavy and soft they felt. They were the best pair I had ever felt!

“Oh, that feels so strange but so gooooood!” Patrick groaned. “No wonder women like being touched there, oh! Don’t stop.”

He raised himself up, and I slipped a hand between his legs, slipping inside his skirt and stockings to stroke his new folds. They were soft, warm and utterly soaking in juices. I swirled my finger around his clit and felt Patrick shudder.

“Oh God, that’s so much better than having my cock touched. Oh, Brian, you have no idea how good this feels. Keep going!”

Something about the illicit nature of this encounter and the fact that Patrick was egging me on made me bold. I started to pull at his clothing, ripping open the front of the blouse and skirt. Patrick didn't need to be asked twice. He began shedding clothing and then helping me out of my own until we were down to our underwear. Ties and socks were flung in all directions; we were too busy indulging one another to care where they landed. Then suddenly, Patrick got off my lap and pulled me to my feet before sinking to the floor. Instantly, my mind went back to the demonstration, and my cock strained against my underwear.

“I think I want to test out these new skills.” Patrick purred. “I’ve never sucked cock before, but I seem to know how.”

He slowly sucked on my cock, full lips moistening it while his hands worked on his own body. One fondled his tit, the other pumped between his legs while I braced myself on his shoulders. The blow job was slow, sensual, clearly meant to build my desire rather than finish me off. Patrick was moaning around me. The vibrations made me shiver in delight. As tempting as it was to keep going, I didn't want things to be over so quickly. 

I pulled myself out of Patrick’s mouth and joined him on the floor, meeting his eyes with a wry grin before pushing him back and positioning my face between his legs. My college girlfriend always said I had a silver tongue where it counted. Time to see if she was just trying to boost my ego. 

I dove my tongue between his folds and groaned; God, he tasted so good. Sweet and heady at the same time; that distinct womanly flavour always got my heart racing. Patrick gasped and shuddered; his hand gripped the back of my skull, pulling at my hair slightly as his fingers trembled. I instantly knew I was doing a good job. It took barely a minute before those long legs wrapped around my neck, and Patrick’s whole body went taut in a silent yet earth-shattering orgasm. I dove my tongue in and out of his hole, trying to make it as long as possible until finally he went limp. I pulled away, wiping the juices from my lips and was met with my blonde beauty’s gorgeous smile. 

He got up and stretched out his naked body before flopping down dramatically on the couch. Hair fanning around his face and eyes lidded and seductive. 

“Brian, are you ready to make a woman out of me?”

I almost came right then and there. I didn't hesitate to climb up onto the couch and position myself. Patrick placed one hand on my chest and pushed me up.

“I want to watch it go in.” He whispered, looking between us as I slowly thrust my hips forward to finally penetrate him. 

He was tight and hot; again, it was a struggle not to cum right away, but I forced myself to stay in control. I thrust slowly to tease us both, and Patrick’s eyes went wide. He kept watching me slowly fuck him with awe. I couldn’t help but wonder what it must feel like to not only have a pussy but feel somebody inside it. 

“Harder! Harder!” Patrick demanded. “Oh fuck, it feels so good to be fucked as a woman!”

I pounded into him as hard as I could, slamming my cock so hard I was sure it must have hurt, but Patrick only moaned in delight. I continued like a jackhammer, willing myself not to finish despite being on the edge. I was desperate for this moment never to end. Not only was I fucking my boss, but he was now a sexy woman, and he was begging for more of my cock. I couldn't have created a more gratifying fantasy if I tried. 

“Oh yes! Oooohhh…L-let me ride you.” He begged. “I wanna cum on top of you and milk you for all your worth!”

This day just kept getting better and better. I pulled out and grabbed Patrick by the hips to quickly change our position. I shivered, feeling his juices in the open air against my shaft, but soon, his warm, naked body was pressing against me, and I felt him sink down. This position was even better than the last. I bucked my hips, and Patrick started to bounce on my cock, rising all the way to the tip before slamming back down. 

His new breasts bounced in my face, and I leaned in to take one between my lips. Patrick moaned and whimpered as I suckled at the nipple, swirling my tongue around it and holding him in place as his hips rolled. This position opened up so many opportunities I couldn't help but wonder what other options felt like. Just when it felt like I was about to cum, I grabbed hold of Patrick’s hips and held him in place. He mewled desperately, but I gave his neck a nip and switched our positions again so that now he was riding me reverse cowgirl. 

Now instead of his lovely breasts, I had a front-row seat to his peachy ass. It bounced in my face, and I held it tightly between my fingers. Patrick’s head hung low, his hair falling in a curtain as he bounced, looking back at me with eyes filled with lust. His passage began to tighten again, and I knew he was close. I shot him another cheeky grin and tightened my grip, forcing him to stop once again.

“Brian, please!” He moaned. 

“Soon, I want to enjoy you in every way possible.”

We did doggy style, then spooned and finally, the classic: missionary. Even I was starting to struggle. My balls felt tight with seed, and I was so close to cumming myself. I held Patrick close in an almost loving embrace as we both neared our climaxes. My thrusts became short and sweet, hitting that spot deep within him over and over again until he couldn’t even beg anymore, only whimper as he got closer and closer. Finally, I felt him squeeze around me, and I saw white. Pure, hot pleasure rushed from my balls and up my shaft as I came. I made a sound more erotic and primal than I thought I was capable of, and we both fell over the edge. When I finally came back to myself, we were panting heavily, still tangled together, with my cock softening inside his passage walls. 

“That…That was…”

“I know.” I breathed.

I snuggled close, enjoying the feel of his soft skin against mine. 

“This is the best business trip I have been on in quite some time. Maybe I’ll bring you along next time as well.” He teased, squeezing me one last time before I pulled out. I grinned at him, still half in denial that this gorgeous woman could be my boss.

“I won’t say no.”

~

Several weeks later, that encounter in the hotel room lingered in my mind. When we returned from the trip, nobody was the wiser. Patrick returned to being the boss in his ivory tower, and I went back to my usual work with one key difference. I had my own office now. No more cubicles. I waited for Patrick to say something, maybe even preposition me again, but he didn’t. But I could never forget how it felt to hold him down as a woman and slowly plunge into his tight hole. So when the news came that our purchased prototype was on site, I had to see it. 

It looked exactly like the one on stage, though it looked a lot more intimidating in the research and development lab. I ran my hands along the cool metal front as my mind wandered. Patrick had loved being a woman. While I had never had any sort of clue or desire to be anything other than a man before now, that night, the seed had been planted. After all, Patrick seemed no less manly now that he was back to himself. What would it be like to be a woman…just for a little while? If nothing else, I was almost guaranteed to have some amazing sex. My cock twitched at the thought.

A grin spread across my face as I booted up the little computer and started entering details. I tried to think of all the details Patrick had: the blonde hair, the large buttox, the full breasts and, of course, the outfit. That tight-fitting skirt, vest and blouse that gave the illusion of professionalism, with the stiletto heels and sheer stockings that hinted at something far more naughty. It wasn't an exact recreation, but I was close.  

When I was done, I held my breath, quickly glancing over my shoulder to ensure I was alone before I stepped into the booth. Inside, I pressed against the padded wall, took another deep breath, and shut the door. The machine whirred to life, and I felt my body start to tingle. It was an indescribable feeling, somewhere between pins and needles, and numbness, but after a few minutes, it was done, and the latch clicked open. 

I stepped out and immediately felt the difference. My foot was arched on my new heels, my breasts moved ever so slightly as I stepped forward, and I could feel the brush of blonde hair against my back. I was a woman! I took a few steps, feeling the natural sway of my hips and enjoying the click of heels against the tiles. The fabric of the skirt was tight, I could feel it pressing my thighs together with each step. I expected to wobble, but Patrick was right, it was as if my mind had changed to suit my new body perfectly. I knew how to walk, talk, and do…so many things. 

Feeling naughty, I headed back to my office, enjoying the way heads turned as I passed by. Everybody wondered who this gorgeous woman was, walking with such confidence; they had no idea it was me! Somebody they wouldn't give a second thought, even on a good day. It sent an illicit thrill through me, as did sitting down at my desk and crossing one stockinged leg over the other. The fabric cupped my legs perfectly, like a second skin. They made my soft legs feel all the more lovely, and I squeezed my thighs together subtly. Feeling them crush my pussy between them, and I giggled. This was going to be so much fun!

Despite my new body, I fell into routine, clicking away at my computer with my sharp, manicured nails. Even something as simple as my usual work felt refreshing now that I had a new coat of paint, so to speak. At least until my computer froze.

“Piece of junk.” I sighed, picked up my phone and dialed IT. 

“IT Department, Simon speaking.”

“Ah, Simon, thank God, I was worried I’d have to deal with Jerry again. It’s Brian, my computer’s frozen.”

“Uh…what?”
 I felt my cheeks pink slightly. I had totally forgotten about my voice. 

“Sorry, it really is me. I am testing out that new machine. The one Patrick brought back from the show.”

“No way, hang on, I’ll come up.”

I giggled; Simon was a computer whizz; he could probably fix the problem remotely, but I couldn't blame him for wanting to see me. When he arrived, he smirked, looking me up and down. I slowly uncrossed my legs, spreading them just a little too wide before standing up and offering him the seat to replace me. He started typing away, but much slower than usual. I realised quickly I was the reason why. His cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes kept darting up to my new body. Delighted, I leaned over the desk as casually as I could to show off my cleavage and watched as he was forced to redo several keystrokes. I’d never been an object of desire before; it was invigorating. 

“There, fixed.” Simon sighed.

“That took longer than usual.”

“Well…normally, I don't have a leggy blonde leaning over me.”

The fact that I was being referred to as a leggy blonde sent a shiver of desire down my spine. 

“You don’t sound like you’re complaining.”

“Oh, I’m not. I can't believe that’s…you. Have you tested it out yet?”

“What do you mean?” I asked innocently, and Simon chuckled.

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“Are you volunteering?”

“Hell yes.”

I walked over to the door and kicked it closed with one of my heels. I hadn't planned on sleeping with Simon, of all people, but I was curious, not to mention horny. I strutted back across the room, enjoying Simon ogling me the whole time and leaned over and pressed my lips to his. Instantly, I melted against him, my lips knowing exactly how to move to elicit the most delightful sensations. Eagerly, I shrugged off the vest and blouse and climbed into Simon’s lap, letting him play with my new tits and trying hard not to get lost in the feeling. I wanted to remember every touch, but there was so much it was hard to keep it all straight. 

My new pussy thrummed, I could feel blood turning the folds hot, and I couldn't resist slipping a hand down to rub at them through the panties and stockings. 

“Mmmmm, Simon, you have to try this.”

Simon was bold, his fingers slipped under my skirt, which was now bunched around my waist and into my stockings. The fingers stroked my new pussy, coaxing more wetness out, and I shuddered. One of his fingers slipped up into my hole, and I gasped; the sensation was so intimate. More than just pure pleasure, there was something almost primal feeling about being penetrated like that. 

“Tell you what, if you give me a blow job, I’ll eat you out.” Simon grinned, kissing along my neck.

If being fingered felt this good, I could only imagine the pleasure of a warm tongue. I nodded. We fell to the floor, Simon on his back, me positioned over him, my pussy above his mouth as I lowered my own down and undid his fly. Simon didn't need any coaxing. He was standing at attention as soon as I undid his fly. My mouth watered and moved before I could think, knowing exactly what to do. My tongue lapped at the sensitive head of his cock, and I moaned, feeling Simon return the favour. 

I couldn’t believe I was doing this, sucking a man off while he ate out my pussy. Right in the middle of my office, too! Pleasure built up inside me until it was too much, and I came. It wasn't like cumming as a man, it was a full-body sensation, every muscle spasming in pure pleasure. It was intoxicating, I sucked harder, cumming again and again as Simon massaged my ass cheeks. Eventually, I popped off his cock breathlessly.

“It’s too good. If I am ever going to finish you, I need to focus.”

Simon laughed and stood up so I could squat before him, balancing on my heels as I took his cock back into my mouth. I felt a spasm go through Simon’s cock, and the next thing I knew, warm cum was flowing down my throat. Rather than being disgusted, though, it only made me more horny. I swallowed it all down and kept sucking, making such Simon never had a chance to go soft. 

“I don’t want to skip the main event.” I grinned as I pulled away. “I need you hard.”

“That’s easy.” Simon grinned, grabbing me by the hips and positioning me over the desk. 

I shivered and took a moment to appreciate the situation; I was bent over my own desk, about to get fucked against it. I didn't think anything could be more sexy than that hotel room, but I was wrong. The feeling of a cock slowly sliding inside me was incredible, like the sensation of a finger multiplied by a hundred. Simon slammed into me. I was trapped between him and the desk, helpless against the onslaught of pleasure. I was so oversensitive from my previous orgasms that everything felt wonderful. 

Between thrusts, I managed to wiggle free and change positions, letting him fuck me while we made out, then against the wall, on the floor, against the bookcase. Just like Patrick, I wanted to experience every position possible. Each one provided a slightly different flavour of pleasure, and I didn't want to miss out. Eventually, though, it was too much. I was riding Simon on my desk when, finally, it was too much for him, and he gripped my hips hard and let out a loud groan. 

I felt wetness flood my new womb. It was risky, I knew that, but I couldn’t dare to stop. I kept bouncing on that cock, milking it for all it was worth and silently thanking Bell for inventing that wonderful booth.