{This story is slightly inspired by this anime I used to watch a long time ago called KashiMashi Girl meets Girl}
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.
