Shift Work: Miguel

I knocked this one out on my phone during a slow period at work. I don't know if I'll be able to upload it tomorrow, so I'm uploading it today. The schedule problems might be the same for Monday, I'm not sure if the work will be completed by then. I'm pretty sure it won't be.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed! I like this one, and the potential new universe it opens up.

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Miguel parked his work car and sighed, half in anticipation and half in weariness. The Mexican hunk was on yet another job, getting ready to spend days on his feet (and back) pleasing another tourist. He stared at the resort looming in front of him for a long moment before he shut off the ignition and got out of the car, stretching his long legs and relishing being tall for the last time until the job was done. He moved around to the back of the vehicle and opened the trunk, reaching in for the suitcase the office had provided him and pulling it out with one swift motion of his strong muscles, another thing he'd miss. Closing the trunk, he pulled out his phone and read over the assignment one more time, wanting to get every detail correct.

"Ugh, another white boy probably wants a top heavy blonde to match him..." The muscle bound Latino grumbled as he scrolled. But he was pleasantly surprised when he saw the work order "Hey, a white boy finally trying something new for once!" It wasn't too different, but at least he'd be able to speak Spanish a little bit. At least that Disney movie had started to broaden all these Gringos horizons a little bit, and he hadn't been a Mirabel yet. His job being what it was, the buff mantook a keen interest in culutral zeitgeists; you never knew what might be 'in' in terms of what tourists, especially foreign tourists, were willing to pay top dollar for. He'd been a Jessica Rabbit, a Barbie, an Elsa, a Scarlett Jonasson knockoff...Various Asian girls from one thing or another. Sometimes he was just a straight up porn star (with a different face). He never looked QUITE like the inspiration, that was too easy to draw unwanted attention to the business. The clients were always a little disappointed they weren't fucking the 'real thing', but they NEVER stayed disappointed for long. 

Miguel nodded and began willing the changes into beginning. First was his hair. He typically kept his hair very short, almost a bald buzz, so his scalp tickled and itched as he felt the follicles go into overdrive as long, curly brown hair flowed downward across his neck and shoulders and onto his back. Next was his body, and he winced as he willed himself to become much, much shorter than he was now. His bones crunched as they settled into new positions, his hips flaring out on either side of his body and his shoulders, once broad, were now small. His cheekbones and jaws cracked and popped as they shifted into new positions, Miguel's masculine, square face turning small, feminine and round. Miguel's muscles were next, and he watched with dismay as they deflated, losing tone and definition as they vanished, a light layer of flab taking their place. He could feel his lips swell out and his once ripped abdomen develop the tiniest bit of puffiness. Most of the weight was still to come, and he took a deep breath as he willed his chest to swell out, his pecs filling with womanly fat that pushed against his tank top, giving him a canyon of cleavage to look down into. Not too bad, he'd only have a little back pain this time. Still, he missed his muscles.

"Too bad white boy didn't want the other sister" Miguel muttered, his voice rising and turning lighter as his Adam's Apple sunk into his slendering neck. He pushed the curly hair out his eyes with a hand that turned soft and small, his blunt nails stretching out and taking on a light shade of pink as his skin turned from his natural deep brown to a much lighter, creamier shade. He wasn't Mexican anymore, but still clearly a Latina. Just from the other side of the Atlantic. Miguel wiggled his toes and watched as his feet shrank from their full twelve inches to a much smaller, narrower petite size, tiny dots of glossy pink paint that matched his new nails barely showing in his now enormous sandals. There was only one thing left, something that was now pressed against two deliciously thick thighs that led up into his dump truck of an ass.

"See you later amigo" The woman that Miguel had become said softly, and puckered her lips as the bulge in his shorts slithered up into his new body, folding in on itself until nothing but a wet slit was left, nestled between a finely shaven mound. No matter how many times he did this, he always saved that for last. But with the physical changes taken care of, he, or rather she, had to do something about her disastrous wardrobe. Her powers would only work on whatever she was wearing at the time of the transformation, hence the suitcase, but she looked back at the work order, new, large brown eyes flickering up and down. She half-expected a bikini or something similarly skimpy, but was once again pleasantly surprised.

"Business casual. I can rock that" She said with a chuckle, and she ran her new hands across her now ill-fitting clothes, the cheap fabrics changing with the motion. In the blink of an eye, Miguel was now dressed in a white top that modestly showed off her cleavage, and a long business jacket that covered her smooth arms. Her shorts flared out into black business pants that traveled down her legs and ended into a pair of designer sandals that showed off her small ankles and feet. Her vision suddenly went slightly blurry before a pair of glasses settled down upon his new, cute nose and the world turned clear and crisp once more. Simple earrings appeared in her globes and a bangle on her wrist beneath her jacket. A purse suddenly dangled from her shoulder. Luckily there was no ring. She HATED playing the newlywed.

The changes complete, Miguel looked over the personal information, and discovered that her new name, for the week at least, was now Camilla. She was to accompany a 'Richard' while he was staying at the resort for a business conference. He wasn't bad looking for his late 40s, she'd been with hotter, but he wasn't too bad. His dick wasn't big but Miguel honestly wasn't looking to get split in half this soon after the last assignment. Richard was a married man, looking to have a overseas fling with no strings or attachments that might get him in trouble with the wife. Camilla was his 'secretary', who was charming and funny, whose smile and laugh would light up a room. She could type over a hundred words a minute with her skilled fingers ("Oh boy" Miguel said knowing what that meant) and knew the ins and out of investment banking. Her brain buzzed as she willed the mental changes into place, new knowledge flooding her mind as well as all the other skills that were listed in the 'off duty talents' section of the work order. But other than that...

Camilla nodded as she reached the end of the work order and closed her phone with a click of her nails, stuffing it in her new purse as she put on one of her winning smiles and minced around to the front of the resort, pulling the suitcase of pre-selected outfits behind her. The formerly male Latina could already see Richard standing near the desk, his eyes scanning the front door for his 'mature Mirabel' sex toy. Spotting her, his eyes lit up with excitement and desire, and Camilla could already see something stiffen in his work pants.

"Hi Richard, I'm Camilla..." She purred in her sweet Latin accent, sliding her hand into his. They shared a quick kiss before he wrapped his arms around her waist, guiding her towards the elevator to the penthouse. Camilla smiled as he made nervous small talk to her, mentally preparing herself for the ravishing she was going to get, and sighed mentally.

Being a employed Shifter may have been the best paying job Miguel had ever had, but sometimes she wished it didn't always have to be about sex. Or at least if it did, why couldn't she get assigned a woman for once! Oh well, a job was a job, after all!