ACCESS DENIED - TG
Tags: Inanimate, Caption, Gender bend, Feminization, MTF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerACCESS DENIED - TGThomas Reeves stared blankly at his computer screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard in the fluorescent-lit cubicle farm of TransCorp Industries. Another mindless Monday in the documentati…
Thomas Reeves stared blankly at his computer screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard in the fluorescent-lit cubicle farm of TransCorp Industries. Another mindless Monday in the documentation department, processing endless requisition forms for the company's revolutionary transformation products. The screen's glow reflected off his rectangular black frames, highlighting the dark circles under his brown eyes. His white dress shirt, still crisp from morning ironing, stretched across his athletic frame - a testament to his dedication to pre-work gym sessions. The office air conditioning hummed overhead, carrying the scent of stale coffee and printer toner. "Reeves!" The sharp voice made him jump. Linda from middle management looked at his cubicle wall. Her face pinched with that particular expression that meant someone was about to have a bad day. "Got a special assignment. Need these reports delivered to Executive Suite. Davidson's office." Thomas' stomach dropped. "The 73rd floor? Don't we usually courier those?" "Courier's out sick. Everyone else suddenly has meetings." She dropped a thick folder on his desk. "Need sign-off by the end of the day." The folder landed with an ominous thud. Everyone knew that the 73rd floor was where TransCorp's elite worked. The floor with the notorious security system installed after the activist break-in last year. The same break-in that had mysteriously disappeared from all news coverage. "I'll need access protocols," Thomas said, already dreading the process. "Talk to Dave in IT. He'll sort you out." Linda was already walking away. "Don't fuck this up, Reeves." The elevator ride to IT felt like a descent into doom. Dave's lair was a nest of monitors and empty energy drink cans in the basement. The IT guru barely looked up from his screens, fingers flying over the keyboard. "Need 73rd floor clearance," Thomas explained. "Got executive docs to deliver." "Ugh, fucking paperwork." Dave's glasses reflected cascading code. "Give me your badge." Thomas watched as Dave interfaced with his security credential, making modifications with disturbing speed. "There. It should get you through. Probably." "Probably?" "Just don't try to do anything weird..." Dave was already back to his primary screens. "Good luck, man." Back at his desk, Thomas stared at the modified badge. The familiar photo looked back - average height, decent build from his workout routine, medium brown hair neatly styled. Nothing special. Nothing that should be anywhere near the executive floor. "Fuck it," he muttered, grabbing the folder. "Let's get this over with." The executive elevator was different - brushed steel and dark wood paneling. His badge triggered a scan sequence, blue lights washing over him. "Access granted. Floor 73," announced a smooth AI voice. The ascent was eerily silent. Thomas loosened his collar, sweat beading despite the perfect climate control. The folder seemed to grow heavier with each passing floor. When the doors opened, he stepped into twilight. The 73rd floor was nothing like the fluorescent brightness below. Recessed lighting cast dramatic shadows across premium materials. His dress shoes clicked against marble as he navigated the maze-like halls. The air felt different up here. It was charged somehow, like the moment before a storm. Security cameras tracked his movement, their red lights blinking in the dimness. "Executive suite should be..." He paused at an imposing black door, nearly invisible in the shadowy corridor. The nameplate read 'R. Davidson - Chief Innovation Officer.' Thomas held his badge to the scanner. A red light flashed. "Access denied. Security breach detected." The AI's voice turned hostile. Alarm klaxons blared. "No no no!" Panicked, Thomas slapped the scanner. Fatal mistake. "Physical aggression detected. Initiating gender reconfiguration countermeasures." "Fffuck!" The curse came out breathy and high. Waves of intense heat pulsed through Thomas' body, each bringing dramatic changes. His skin tingled all over, a pins-and-needles sensation that started at his toes and fingertips, working inward. The first noticeable change was his skin. Most of his body hair disappeared, leaving smooth, soft flesh in its wake. Even his hands transformed before his eyes, fingers more delicate, nails lengthening slightly. "Nnnghh... what's happening?" His voice cracked mid-sentence, pitch rising. A pressure built in his throat, followed by an odd rippling sensation. When he tried to speak again, a feminine alto emerged. The next wave hit his chest. The crisp white dress shirt, perfectly fitted this morning, suddenly felt constrained. A tingling warmth centered behind his nipples, spreading outward. "Ohhhh god!" Flesh began swelling underneath, forming into perfect breasts that grew larger by the second. His nipples pebbled, becoming exquisitely sensitive. The top button popped off with a ping against the wall, followed by the second. The remaining buttons strained dangerously acro
