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Company Policy (Part I)
🕑 Added 2020-05-14 14:00:05 +0000 UTCTo say that Braeden wasn’t pleased with how the HR department of the company he worked for had chosen to deal with complaints about him would be an understatement. That pathetic thin-skinned homo Eric had complained to the managers that Braeden was being homophobic towards him, all just for making a couple jokes about him being a fudge packer and wearing a tutu outside of work. Sure, Braeden wasn’t happy with the fact he had to share an office space with an out and proud gay man but he didn’t think he was being overly aggressive. It wasn’t his fault that Eric couldn’t take a goddamn joke!
Braeden was proud of the fact that he grew up in a family of middle-class straight Republican-voting bible lovers. They saw homosexuality as an immoral sin and Braeden had no reason to doubt that, especially considering how the gay agenda continually threatened the integrity of America as a nation! Every time he saw a bunch of queers protesting something on the news he just had to roll his eyes and change the channel. They were a bunch of drama queens and Eric going to their bosses rather than confronting him, like a real man should, only confirmed that he was as bad as every other homo ruining their great country! Braeden was a proud American who did everything he could to keep his family’s name as squeaky clean as possible. Hell, the most scandalous thing he’d ever done was get tattoos on his chest and arms but as they were so easily hidden underneath shirts they earned him little more than disapproving sighs from his parents. Besides, tattoos didn’t make him any less of a man. If he was gay though, that would be a whole other story - not that he’d ever make that choice for himself! He couldn’t understand why anybody would want to be gay!
Although he knew that he was bound to receive some stupid punishment for not being “politically correct” enough, Braeden simply didn’t believe it when Tracey from HR told him that he would be switching bodies with Eric for a whole month. He outright laughed in her face, shook his head and asked what his real punishment was going to be. “Docking this month’s pay? Getting sent on some dumb ‘respect your coworkers’ course? Serving him coffee every day?” he guessed, barely able to hide the smirk from his face that showed just how silly he thought this whole ordeal to be. “C’mon Trace, don’t hold out on me!” She was a pretty stunning babe but the stony expression on her face detracted from her rocking bod and perky tits. She should smile more, he thought, although he kept that to himself. No doubt the uptight bitch wouldn’t take it as a compliment. Everybody was so goddamn sensitive these days.
“Body swaps became company policy with situations like this as of January,” she replied in a cool voice, her eyes narrowed in a fashion that only further hid her natural body in Braeden’s humble opinion. “In fact it’s worked so well that local governments are thinking of making it a state-wide policy. There’s been quite the success rate so far.”
“Quite the… you’re bullshitting me,” Braeden retorted, not quite as certain that she was making a bad joke anymore. “Nobody in this company’s been body-swapped. That’s bull. They would have told everyone!”
For the first time in several minutes the corners of Tracey’s lips pulled up into a small smile. “Oh, that’s part of the policy. If they tell anyone within the month of exchange then they’ll have their contract immediately terminated and, should the victim desire it, be forced to keep their new body for good. It’s been quite the deterrent for the more troublesome employees that end up in my office. A month in another person’s shoes is just enough to keep them in line. I trust it will for you too.” She reached into her desk and pulled out a manilla folder, holding it out for him. “Here are all the basic details you’ll need for your month as Eric Gilespie: address, regular contacts, all his active memberships. It should make things a little easier for you… not that you deserve it, if I may say so.”
Braeden had refused to believe that Tracey was telling the truth until that afternoon when he was summoned to a room on the basement floor and, once entering, was strong-armed onto a table that he was then strapped down to. With his limited vision he could see Eric already strapped down to the table next to him and there was a strange silver band around his head. A chill rushed through Braeden’s body as he felt the cool touch of an identical brand pressing down against his forehead. He barely had time to begin calling out a desperate plea for them to not go through with the exchange when his body went completely rigid and the words were locked in his throat. A sudden electrical shock caused his body to spasm and the next thing he knew his view of the ceiling had shifted several feet to the left. The exchange had been successful; he was now in Eric Gilespie’s body.
Those first few days in the body of the man he had so carelessly mocked for months on end were nothing short of torture. His stomach turned in disgust every time he caught sight of the other, thinking about what the homo was doing to his straight studly body. While Eric’s own body wasn’t even all that bad, Braeden hated how often the girls in the office came up to him to talk about the new clothes they’d bought or the guys they were going on dates with. Every single time he was approached he could feel his boss’ eyes burning into the back of his skill and faking interest in such feminine things that were below him was one of the hardest things Braeden had ever had to do. Each time it became a little easier but it still didn’t sit right with him. His skin crawled every time he described another man as gorgeous, even if his short time in Eric’s body had led to him noticing how handsome and well-built some of his male coworkers actually were. He had only ever seen them as lesser men than him but there was actually plenty of eye candy to revel in - not that he was letting himself! Just because he was in the body of a gay man didn’t make him gay!
That was a lie that Braeden couldn’t keep up for long though. At the start of his second week as Eric he had been totally overwhelmed by his morning arousal and had ended up jerking one out to a clip saved on Eric’s tablet of two men fucking like rabbits. He’d tried to search up some of his own favourite videos of guy-on-girl but it simply didn’t interest him enough. The concept of two strong men fighting for dominance though… woof. As much as he hated it, the thought alone got him all hot and bothered. In fact he couldn’t help but picture himself in such a situation with his own body, letting his tongue trace over the ink of his tattoos and kiss along his defined abdominal muscles. What the fuck am I thinking?
It was clear to him that with every passing day his masquerade was becoming less of an act. He was thinking and feeling like Eric surely did, so when he caught sight of his own body scowling at him while deep in discussion with Adam from Marketing (another red-blooded Republican who was a longtime family friend), Braeden even felt a shiver of fear rush through him. He could imagine the disparaging remarks they were making about him being a fairy and an embarrassment to his gender - in fact he could hear them so clearly in his mind because he’d said them all himself before!
I need to get back to my body, he thought miserably. Just twenty-two more days. He could only hope that when they switched back all of his newfound homosexual urges were scrubbed clean from his brain. Unfortunately he didn’t think he’d be able to hold out for another twenty-two days without experiencing the sensation of having another man fucking him or getting their cock between his lips. He was filled with so much queer curiosity and it wasn’t even scary anymore, it was nothing short of exhilirating...
