Teddy twisted himself around, huffing in slight annoyance at what he saw in the mirror. It was his first day back at work as a garbage collector, and despite his efforts, it would appear he was going to make a VERY large impression. The pants they gave him were so tight, anyone and everyone could clearly see the outline of his high-cut briefs. But in fairness, that was the new norm- squeezing his fat ass into anything had a way of appearing borderline erotic as a result. It was a battle he could never win, and was seriously considering biting the bullet and just buying skirts. Only for off-hours though; there was no way the city would let him go off uniform like that, so for the foreseeable future, Teddy would have to suck it up. 

“A simple gender swap” is what the doctors assured the lad, not a mutated strain that would turn Teddy into a bimbo, or a MILF, or whatever porn category the gender flu had a tendency to transform its victims into. It was a best-case scenario in the midst of a truly devastating, life-altering diagnosis: his mom and both of his sisters were rail-thin, flat as a board, and Teddy was at least thankful his genetics ensured a body type not egregiously feminine. Unfortunately for him, he was so concerned about one parent, he failed to consider the other. His dad was adopted, never knowing his birth family, but given how Teddy turned out, he must come from a long line of pinup models. That thought, the one to find a new, glamorous career to match his embarrassingly irresistible new body was pondered over, but ultimately thrown out. When it comes to waste management, it ain’t pretty, but it’s honest work. The folks down at the station were even kind enough (more likely short-staffed enough) to let him keep his job after being out sick all that time. Sure, the virus and being bed-ridden broke down most of the bulk Teddy was so proud of and needed to throw around the heavier trash bags, but no amount of hormonal imbalances could change the fact he was the still the best driver they had. In fact, with his new “extra cushioning,” he found a much more comfortable task than ever before. It would be perfect, if he didn’t have the guys ogling at his backside whenever they though he didn’t notice.