Ivan laid on the ground, absentmindedly kicking his feet in the air, catching up on all the many new comments he had gotten from his most recent post. He had taken over Izzy’s Instagram for her, after all he now possessed the face plastered all over her old page. Before he got his hand on it her feed was fairly tame- pictures of food, her dog, the odd night out with friends- but with his takeover came a dramatic shift in focus towards putting his sexy body on full display for the world to see: pictures of him showing some skin in swimwear, lingerie, workout gear, the kind of content that teased the limits of what the Terms of Service would allow. Ivan had never been an attractive women before, obviously, and was aching for the positive attention such a form allows. And judging from how his follower count ballooned in the past weeks, the decision to pivot to a more risque tone was a popular one. 

Ivan was already ten minutes behind; he should be continuing getting dressed for work instead of scrolling through his socials, but with the new body came certain privileges he was ready and willing to exploit. When he first ended up inside Izzy’s body, he didn’t think he would even have a job to get ready for- it was hard to deny any wrongdoing when jerking off during company time caused him to switch bodies with one of the interns, who in turn ran out of the men’s restroom completely bottomless into the middle of the office, flaccid member on full display. The countless HR meetings he had to endure wasn’t a good indication of him keeping his job, but his boss of all people smoothed things over and Ivan was miraculously allowed to continue work as normal. Or as normal as it was going to get, being stuck as a 20-year-old redhead. Ivan couldn’t believe it, the relationship between him and his boss was one of utmost professionalism, barely even making small-talk with the guy, so why did he stick his neck out for him? Well, it didn’t take long for him to find his answer: though his boss tried to hide it, his lingering stares towards Ivan’s direction made it clear the two of them had similar tastes in women. Ivan had thought the prospect of sleeping with another man would disgust him, but the longer he settled inside his female body the more his desire grew for someone to make a woman out of him. Maybe Izzy had a thing for older guys, or maybe the attraction was all Ivan, but either way he was happy show his gratitude to the boss for saving his hide as many times as they wanted. 

The FOSE may have destroyed his chances of landing a management position for himself, but with the loss of opportunity came rediscovered youth and a contentment he never felt before. Plus, considering how often his boss scheduled one-on-one “performance reviews,” he was never far away from a corner office.