The convention

Brandon took off one of his high-heeled shoes, sighing in relief as his foot was freed from its stiletto prison. He knew it was only for a short while, Philip scheduled a meeting over cocktails with potential clients and Brandon was to accompany his business partner. In one hour or so it was back to high heels and stockings. 

Brandon continued to take off some parts of his uncomfortable uniform, throwing away the fake airplane hat and untying the scarf. He only wished he could take off also his now impressive chest, even for some minutes, just to get back the feeling of a flat chest, no mounts of flesh jigglying and every move and no back-pain. He missed sleeping on his stomach and having eye-to-eye conversations. And he knew that the evening was not going to be much different. Sure, he was not going to wear the super-revealing sexy hostess uniform that he was wearing during the day, but he and Philip had already chosen a flowery dress that showed plenty of cleavage, so most people would stare at his - impressive - breast. 

"All for the good of the company, all for the good of the company," Brandon mumbled in his high-pitched voice. 

It was for the good of the company that Brandon took the body changing pill and transformed himself into a busty woman. Namely he was with Philip the co-founder of iRService, a company specializing in airplane services. The two were trying to score some contracts at the biggest air convention of the country, but had trouble attracting interest, being two fortysomething and plain looking guys. 

With no money for hiring somebody else, they resorted to buying a body changing pill in the black market, to salvage something for the last two days of the convetion. Brandon lost the coin toss to decide who was going to change, and there he was as the busty Belle. In the evening he was going to be Philip's trophy date, just smiling and looking pretty. But for one hour he could simply lay down and try to forget all the discomfort of his new body.