It was only the first night of the Annual Nutraceuticals Convention but already the hotel bar was filling up. Roy sat on a high leather stool, carefully folding one leg over the other so he didn't flash his underwear from underneath the micro-dress. His phone and a suitably feminine cocktail sat on the bar in front of him, along with the source of his predicament – a convention nametag on a lanyard with 'Topaz' printed in bold lettering.
“You've got tits for fuck's sake! You're a woman!” When Roy had yelled those words earlier that day at his co-worker, he never thought they would be repeated back to him just hours later. The Annual Nutraceutical Convention was the biggest event in the SuppTech calendar, so when Roy was selected as one of two representatives from the company to attend, he was beyond excited – not least because he was going alongside Topaz, his ultra-hot colleague. Naturally, he assumed the first rule of work conventions – they would sleep together before the weekend was over. Things hadn't got off to the best start, however, as when he tried to flirt and hailed Topaz the hottest woman on the sales team, with a displeased glare, Topaz had declared they were non-binary. “You're shitting me!” Roy had doubled down. “Topaz is a precious stone, right? Like Ruby...Sapphire...JADE!! Hell, I even dated a hippy chick at school called Moonstone!” Needless to say, Topaz hadn't been enamoured by his efforts.
Things only went downhill from there. Their awkwardly silent train journey to the convention was extended by delays and by the time they eventually reached the hotel, they were the last two to arrive – their name badges the only two remaining in the welcome area of the lobby. Roy hurriedly grabbed one of the badges and something akin to static electricity sparked through his body. He stood frozen for a second until he sensed someone standing next to him at the table. To his amazement, he turned and saw himself standing there holding a badge with “ROY” printed in bold. He glanced down at his own badge and while he saw that it did indeed read “Topaz”, it was the fact it was clutched between slender fingers that he did not recognise that held his attention. What the hell?! He muttered in Topaz's lilted voice. He reacted quickly, but not quickly enough, reaching desperately for the tag bearing his own name only for it to be held out of reach by his own body. He tried again but Topaz manoeuvred Roy's much stronger body expertly to keep him at bay before threatening to do something that would ruin his reputation forever if he persisted.
“You've got tits for fuck's sake! You're a woman!” The words, spoken in his own voice, went around and around in Roy's head as he sat at the bar. He would get Topaz back for this! Once he had his nametag...once he had his body back, he would have his revenge. He knew they were trying to teach him a lesson, buying the mini-dress and heels – with Roy's own credit card. Something about gender identity and being made to behave and appear different to the person you were inside. But Topaz had promised if he followed instructions, he would get the nametag, and presumably his body back at the end of the weekend – and he didn't need to learn a lesson. He already knew who Topaz was on the inside. They were...she was a bitch. Sure, he would need to spend the next 36 hours with tits – but he would have the last laugh...
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