My heels clicked on the marble floor with each step. My skirt was tight around me, emphasising my curves, outlined by a crisp white shirt tucked into it. I kept on walking and tried not to make eye contact with anyone else in the office. That feeling of being watched followed me, and I was almost certain that my colleagues had their eyes glued to my backside as I walked past them.

I used to be a man, and I could read exactly the thoughts that were running through their minds and what their eyes had been drawn to. I quickened my steps and made my way to the corner of the hallway. I released a breath of relief, grateful to be away from my officemates’ lecherous gazes.

We both made our way to Jacob's room. As we entered the meeting hall, a wave of apprehension came over me. I was reminded of his hand gliding across my backside this morning, a lingering gesture that left my heart racing and confusion swirling around in my head. It was clear that there had been some form of sexual harassment taking place. Although it seemed more subtle than explicit, it had caused me to question Sophie and Jakob's relationship.

Jakob was already waiting for us as we entered his room. He stood strong and confident at the head of the table with his arms crossed. His gaze seemed to pierce into mine as I walked in, leaving me feeling shaken by his energy. There were at least five other men present in the room, all looking important and serious. It was difficult to determine who was actually running this meeting, but Jakob's powerful stance left no doubt that he held significant influence here.

Jakob began introducing us to the five men in the room, and it was obvious from their dress and demeanour that they were all prominent figures of a certain stature. We could tell from their body language that each of them was someone to be respected. Even with just a few words exchanged between them, it was clear that these were men who were important figureheads.

We were both caught off guard by the sudden arrival of such an important guests. If we had been informed beforehand, then we would have been much better prepared. Sophie took the chance to whisper to me. "Thank goodness I put makeup on your face and did some touch-up work before we came in here." she said in a low voice.

I nodded in agreement. 

Jakob then calmly asked if we could start our presentation now. The atmosphere in the room was drastically different from earlier this morning, when it had just been him and me alone. His demeanour then was far more intimidating, with a threatening and domineering attitude. But now that he was surrounded by other people, his demeanour shifted back to its usual self—the Jakob that I knew and everyone else in the office was familiar with.

Without any further delays, we quickly get everything setup - the laptop, projector and other materials necessary. Sophie appears calm and collected and has no problem presenting in front of them all. She's always been dependable and excels in her work, despite being stuck inside my body. The sudden switch is undoubtedly a difficult obstacle to overcome, yet she maintains her composure even in this strange state of affairs.

It was finally my turn to present. I stepped hesitantly towards the front of the room, feeling a strange combination of anxiety and nervousness as I walked with my newly-applied light layer of makeup on. The heaviness of my bustline, the constricting skirt that clung tightly to my thighs, and the heels, which threatened to throw me off balance, were all foreign sensations that could affect my presentation. I tried my best to ignore them and concentrate solely on what needed to be done.

I cleared my throat and began to speak. I tried to speak in a powerful tone, but my new voice betrayed me. Instead of being authoritative, it came out soft and undeniably feminine, much different than what I was used to hearing from myself. All the while, I was also keenly aware of how these factors could shape these men's perceptions of me. Would they take me seriously?

As I spoke, I felt their eyes lingering on my body, admiring every inch. It was almost as if I were speaking directly to them through my movements and gestures. The intensity of their gaze was almost too much to bear - it seemed like they couldn't get enough of me. Did they even comprehend what I was saying or were they simply captivated by my physical presence? My words seemed less important than the way I looked or moved in the moment.

I felt a flush rise up my face as embarrassment filled me, and yet I carried on with my speech. As I continued to speak, their attention slowly shifted from my physical presence to what I was actually saying, although their eyes still lingered slightly longer than necessary at times. My words seemed to be having an impact, if not only slightly.