Billionaire's Plaything (Part 1)

Justin needed money badly, but he was unemployed with no discernible skills. He had heard rumors about rich creeps who paid big money for personal sex objects, but even if he was willing to sell his body like that, nobody would be paying a guy like him for sexual favors. That's when he heard about the swap clinic. People could make contracts with each other and legally trade their bodies for a period of time, in some cases even forever. He had an idea. He would become a woman for a few days, offer himself up for one of these upper-class one-night-stands, and switch back. It was harmless and guaranteed to pay extremely well. After all, it wasn't his body that would be taking any abuse.

Alexander Sterling approached him from behind, and Justin felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. It was so surreal to be next to a man worth over a billion dollars, especially in the body of a woman. Mr. Sterling wasted no time; he removed all of Justin's clothes without even looking him in the eye. Now completely naked, his heart began pumping as he knew what would be happening next.

There are levels of discomfort to be expected in any job. What Justin now felt rose above the expected occupational hazard to a threat to his own personal safety. It was easy to dismiss the risks when he was signing the contract, but now as a young woman alone and naked he no longer felt like he had agency in this situation. He was slowly pushed down onto a table, pressing his breasts against the surface as his genitals were exposed. Mr. Sterling unzipped his pants.