"I'm a woman" he whispered under his breath, just realizing the ramifications. He had always looked down at women. They didn't know how to run a business. Instead of cold logic, they were governed by frivolous emotions. They couldn't be counted on to do the job. Now he *was* one.

"Have a seat Rachell" said the man, in Hal's deep voice.

"Rachell?" he said, hearing his soft feminine voice for the first time. It shocked him. Even though he was looking at himself, he still expected to hear his own voice when he spoke. After 47 years of life, it was understandable that he would expect his voice to be his own. But he wasn't himself anymore. He was a young woman now. Somehow he had become Rachell.

He knew her, just as he knew all the employees at his small but quickly growing firm. She was a recent hire. She ran the secretarial pool. She was the one who had to keep these gossip machines in check, get them to the right place at the right time, and deal with all of their daily complaints. They had the easiest jobs, but they complained the most.

"I said sit down Rachell" said Hal again.

He was obedient, and sat with his legs crossed in the way women do when they're trying to be modest. His new female body knew how to do it, seemingly on its own.

"What happened? How is this possible?" he said, still shocked by the sound of his new female voice.

The man behind the desk smiled.

"You're a girl now. You are Rachell. How does it *feel*?"

Feel! Hal was being overwhelmed by feelings, with the female brain he now inhabited being so different from his own. He was finding it hard to think straight, and was having trouble drawing a logical conclusion about what had happened to him.

"Don't worry Rachell, its only for one day" said the man.

"How...." she stammered in reply.

"It would be too hard to explain" he started, laughing as he spoke. "But I needed to be you for one day. You'll go back to being yourself, but you'll find that I've fixed a few things around here. Your company will be much better run after today."

"How could it be better? We're growning...uh...157% year to year!" she said, finding it hard to remember the number. What was wrong? She knew all the numbers like the back of her hand. No wait! Why had she accepted being a woman so quickly? She wasn't a *she*! She was a man inside! But a cold bolt of electricity went through her as she realized that she really was a woman, and in her mind, she had already accepted it.

"Ah, you realize now that you're a woman, don't you? Don't worry honey, it's not all bad. I think you'll like it."

Rachell just stared back, her mouth agape.

"As I was saying, after today this company will be run much better than it is now. Today, I am going to turn over control of this company to Debra and Joan."

"No! It's *my* company!" protested Rachell, her voice becoming shrill from the stress.

"The company belongs to Hal, and *I* am Hal now, aren't I? So I can do with it anything I want. I am going to have women take over the company, and begin to run it. You will sign the papers today, releasing control. There will of course be a generous severance package, so starting tomorrow you can enjoy your retirement. Women will control the company from now on, and you will only be looking in from the outside."

"No! You can't do this!" said Rachell, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

"Yes I can! There is nothing you can do to stop it. Go ahead, tell the police that you've become a woman, and that I'm trying to steal your company. You'll get locked up in the psyche hospital, and you'll never go back to being yourself."

Rachell lowered her head. She knew she was beaten. She felt so helpless! So powerless! She started to cry, not able to contain herself any longer. It was bad enough feeling weak like this, but she was also really starting to sense the missing equipment between her legs. This sensation of womanliness was so different! They said that men sometimes thought with "their little head" between their legs. Now sensing that it was gone just amplified the sense of weakness one hundred fold. She hadn't ever felt so vulnerable!

"Now Rachell, here are the rules" said Hal. "You are a woman for the next 24 hours. You can do anything you want. Explore your newfound femininity! I'm on the pill, so you can find some hot guy and have sex if you want to feel what it's like to have a female orgasm. I know I'm going to go screw a secretary today to find what it feels like to be on top."

The thought shocked her. Have sex as a woman? Never!

"But there is one thing I warn you not to do. Do not access my memories! I am telling you in the strongest terms, that you will be very sorry if you do it. Do you understand, *girl*?"

"Yes" she replied.

"Yes what?" said Hal, in a taunting manner he sometimes used with underlings.

"Yes sir" she said weakly. She felt humiliated now, beaten down. She was used to being the one in power, the one doing the brow beating. But now she was the one who was being forced to bend her will to someone else. She was under his thumb, and there was nothing she could do about it.

* * *

After drying her eyes, Rachell went back to her own office. It was much smaller than the one she was used to. Instead of being decorated with sports memorabilia, plaques, awards, and inspirational posters, there were pictures of nieces and nephews, flowers, pictures of puppies and kittens, along with beanie baby stuffed animals.

Hal's desk was normally clean and organized. But this desk was a mess, with things scattered all about. The open top drawer on the right contained tubes of lipstick, bottles of nail polish, and a box of tampons. Rachell slammed it closed.

She tried to think. What had just happened? Somehow, a low level woman manager at the company had switched bodies with the CEO, and she was now stuck in this woman's body. And she was going to take over the company, along with other women who had plotted this coup.

Hal was now a woman, powerless to do anything about the situation. She would go back to being herself tomorrow, but by then it would be too late. She had to do something now, but what? She couldn't tell anyone. Even Mike, Hal's best friend, would never believe a woman calling him saying that she was really Hal. No, that was impossible.

She couldn't stop the process. The women must clearly have drawn up the legal documents already, because that took a lot of time. She couldn't call the press. They'd never believe her, and by the time they did reported on it, it would be too late anyway. Same with the police.

Maybe if she knew exactly what they were going to do, she could think of some way to delay it, so that when she became herself again tomorrow, she could cancel the deal. But she didn't know any details. How could she stop it if she didn't know the details.

Then it dawned on her. Hal had warned her not to access her memories. So this body had all of Rachell's memories. If she could find a way to access them, then she could discover the details of the plot. If she knew that, then she could decide how to thwart the plotters. Yes! She would use Rachell's memories against her. That must be why he had warned her not to look into her memories. He was afraid that she would learn the details, and be able to kill the deal.

* * *

Rachell put her phone on "do not disturb", and kept her office door closed. She had to figure out how to access the memories in her new brain. She tried to remember the plot, but she couldn't figure out how to access the memories. It was frustrating! She knew they were down there somewhere, but she couldn't find the key for how to use them.

Perhaps she could start by remembering something simple and personal. She began by picking up a picture of a baby that was on the desk. Hal had hated babies. Loud noisy smelly things, that needed constant attention. Women's work. She had never understood how women could go gaga over babies, and coo at them, acting like they were so cute.

She looked at the picture, and tried to remember who it was, but she had no luck. It was just a picture of another ugly baby.

"Maybe I have think like a woman" she thought. She realized that she was trying to apply logic to the situation, but this brain seemed to be more driven by emotion. Perhaps if she tried a more feminine approach, she could make some progress.

She looked at the picture again, and imaged that she was holding the infant in the picture. It looked so helpless! what a cute chubby face it had!

"Aw" she said out loud. She felt a biological urge, from deep down in her bones, to love an nurture a baby. She wished that she had a baby of her own, as cute as this one, her sister Betsy's daughter...Amy! Amy was now 15 weeks old, and was named for her maternal grandmother Amy Lee.

Now the memories started to flow! She remembered her own family, her parents, her brother and sisters, her aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews. Each person brought up happy memories of times she had spent with them. She remember going to the 4th of July parade with her family, or birthday parties, or being in the girl scouts with her cousin.

Her family was important to her, and it made her who she was. She remembered more and more about them, and she smiled. Her close relationships with them were dear to her, and she cherished them.

She sat up, satisfied that she had unlocked the key for how to get to the memories in her brain. She gave a thought to her apartment, and found that she immediately knew where it was, what it looked like, and all sorts of details. With every memory that she accessed, it became easier and easier to get to the next one.

She smiled. It wouldn't be long now before she knew the details, and could do something about it. She noticed the clock on her desk said 4:45pm. She worked until 5pm, so she started to get ready to leave. She logged off her computer, locked the confidential file drawer, freshened her makeup, grabbed her purse, and went out to her car.

She looked at the black BMW parked in the spot with the sign "Reserved Parking - CEO", and walked straight past it. She got the far side of the parking lot, to her little silver VW Jetta. She remembered that she had been meaning to file a request to add another light to the lot, because she felt unsafe walking all the way to her car at night because it wasn't well enough lit. Once she switched back tomorrow, she would make sure to get that done!

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