Goodbye Miss Jane McCoy

Goodbye Miss Jane McCoy

Letting out a big sigh of boredom as I sit at my desk, outside Mr. Johnson's office.

The afternoon is going extremely slow and Mr. Johnson had me doing all his tax returns. I had no idea what I was doing with these tax forms, but I needed an excuse to be in the office late too.

Having access to his calendar, I knew he planned to be here late tonight as well. Leaning back in my chair, I stretch myself out knowing what I had planned.

My heels had also really started pinching at my feet and I couldn’t wait until I never had the wear the awful things again! That goes for my bra also!

You see, I have a plan that gets me out of my mundane life and into one that is infinitely more exciting.

It will be no more single bedroom flat, no more constricting clothing, and most importantly, no more Miss Jane McCoy!

My daydreaming is quickly broken as Mr. Johson walks swiftly down the corridor, towards his office and my desk.

“Hi, Jane,” He says, stopping still, just in front of my desk. “Looking to hide here tonight too? He asks, giving me a wry smile.

“Thought you might need some help,” I reply with a smile, lying through my teeth that I wanted to help.

“Thank you!” He grins, opening his office door.

Before he walks through the door, he stops and looks back at me. “Can you make sure I’m not disturbed this evening please Jane,”

I nod and grin as he turns and locks the door behind him.

My grin turns sour as I start mocking the way he speaks. “Just you wait!” I mutter under my breath. “You have no idea what I’m about to do to us, Mr. Johnson!” I sarcastically say aloud.

Pulling open my desk drawer, I look inside.

I’d recently brought, from a friend of a friend, a new dispersable that allows the takers to swap bodies permanently.

All I had to do was slip it into a drink for him and take one myself. Then, hey presto, I’m a rich man and he’s a poor old me.

The whole idea gets me going and I lick my lips with excitement! leaning back in my chair with confidence, knowing I could take it easy.  All I had to do was wait for him to ask me to get him a coffee, and I’m in business.

Waiting, I start daydreaming, wondering what my first act as a man was going to be.

Laughing and smiling at my very naughty thoughts, I look forward to no longer living my dull life “Mmmm…,” I moan. “I will miss some things about being a woman, but I can’t wait to be rich!”

As the hours passed, my patience had started growing thin.

He hadn’t asked for a drink the entire time he was in his office!

I decided I needed to be proactive, so I slipped my heels back on and made my way to the staff kitchen. I groan with pain as I walked down the corridor towards the kitchen.

My feet felt like pin cushions as my heels tore them apart. I kept smiling through the pain as I knew it was going to be worth it. Soon it wouldn’t be me wearing them anymore!

No way was Mr. Johnson going to enjoy inheriting my feet, or body! I think I’d subconsciously put these ones on this morning, to punish him. Men like push-up bras too right! I’m sure he will even if he’s the one wearing it!

Hurrying with excitement, I rush back to my desk with the two coffees that I’d just made.

Throwing open my desk drawer and I grab my secret weapon as quickly as I can.

I check my surroundings as I drop one in each drink. Having forgotten to grab a spoon, I grab a nearby pencil and franticly stir the drinks until all evidence has dissolved into the coffee.

“Ok, I’m ready for my new life,” speak softly, picking up the drinks and standing in front of Mr. Johnson's office door.

I burst in without knocking, a behavior he usually detests.

As I enter his office, I see him sitting behind his desk talking on the phone. He is instantly shocked at my presence and immediately slams down his office phone.

It was almost like a teenager who’d been caught watching something naughty and I was his mum walking in on him.

He did look like he was extremely worried about something, but I didn’t care. I continued with my plan.

“I thought you’d like a coffee,” I say, trying to act as normal as possible.

“Jane, I said no interruptions!” He stressfully complains, stressfully wiping his forehead with his hand.

Ignoring his comments, I just continue to smile and bring the coffee and place it on his desk. I then take a step back, holding my coffee in such as way as to signal to him to have a sip.

“Thanks,” He says annoyed, reluctantly picking it up and taking a little sip.

“Your welcome,” I reply, also taking a sip.

A sinister grin makes its way from ear to ear, on my face, as I watch him gulp down his sip of coffee.

“Jane, this tastes stra…..,” He struggles to finish his sentence.

Before can finish talking, we both instantly and in unison, wretch and barrel over with stomach pain.

I can only imagine what was happening to him as I fall to the floor in pain.

“It’s working,” I cry out, as my vision becomes blurred and eventually fades completely.

As I regain consciousness, immediately I notice the throbbing pain coming from my head.

Finding myself sitting in a chair, lying face down on a desk, I sit up slowly.

I feel that my clothes no longer pinched me as moved. At that moment, I knew the life swap had worked. I could no longer feel my constricting skirt or blazer or my stupid heels!

Leaning back in his seriously comfortable office chair, I start investigating my new body by rubbing myself all over.

My new are muscles almost busting out of my expensive cotton skirt and I touch my face to feel stubble for the first time ever.

My curiosity gets the better of me as both my hands slide down my stomach. I feel my flat, toned stomach and as I move down further, a much bigger surprise!

“Wow!” I exclaim and grin

I fumble around for a second or two and get extremely excited, I hear Mr. Jonhson grumble from within my body on the floor. I lean over my desk to see him sprawled out on the floor in front of it.

Seeing his skirt riding up and his hair a mess, I’m glad that’s no longer my problem!

“Mr. Johson?” I ask, finding my new deep voice powerful and alluring.

“Who’s asking?” He replies and is instantly shocked at the sounds coming out of his mouth.

“Best have a look at yourself, there have been some changes!” I laugh and point.

He looks up at me, from the floor and his face drops and his eyes become massive.

He starts fumbling around, touching his body, and franticly coming to the realization that he is now a woman.

His mouth gapes wide open as he puts his hand up the skirt he is now wearing. I let out a sinister laugh as I watch him try and understand what is happening to him.

“Miss Johnson,” I laugh mockingly “This is real. You are now a woman and I’m now you. Don’t think telling people about this is going to get you anywhere. I suggest you get over it and play along”

He awkwardly gets up from off the floor, using the desk to help him. Like a young dear, learning to walk, he stands unconvincingly on his heels for the first time.

“How did you do this?” He asks,  clearly feeling the pain of the awful footwear I’d put on that morning.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I reply smugly, leaning back in my chair. “I think you should leave MY office now, JANE,” I say, emphasizing the changes in our roles.

Expecting a bad reaction, I hover my finger over the security button located under his desk.

To my surprise, he smiles and laughs. I find myself completely gobsmacked by his reaction, seeing as I’d just stolen his cushy life.

“Where do I live?” He asks, almost laughing joyfully, like he’d won the lottery.

“Errm,” I respond, confused by his behavior. “I left an envelope with all your new life details in your new desk drawer…….”

“Thank you very much!,” He exclaims, awkwardly brushing hair from his face and turning around to walk out the door.

He does stumble a little, due to not knowing how to walk in heels, but he soon steadies himself.

As I watch him walk through the door, completely bewildered, he turns back to me and grins.

“Mr. Johson,” He smiles, putting emphasis on my new name. “You might want to get a lawyer. You’ve been very naughty with the accounts and the authorities are on to you!”

“What?” I reply, still very much perplexed.

“Well, it’s your problem now!” He says with a wink. “I’m just your secretary!”