Political Morals

Director Smith stormed into his office. He turned to the TV in the corner already on and tuned to one of the major news networks.

There on stage was the now President Elect Jeffrey Fry waving to a crowd of zealous supporters. The feed cut to a news pundit.

"Well there you have it folks, Independent candidate Jeffrey Fry has just made history for being the first third party president to be elected into office. Not only that but he is the first president to enter office unmarried as well as the youngest at 36 beating out Theodore Roosevelt by six years. Definitely an interesting turn, Katy what do you think this means for things to come?"

A diverse round table of pundits appeared, "Well Bear I certainly think many young women will be-"

Smith shut the TV off and threw the remote across the room.

Director Smith was the head of the well known Committee for the Betterment of American Morals or CBAM for short. CBAM had formed to counter the previous president's administration. Many had believed over the last few years he had single handily degraded the country's moral and social standings. As with many past groups and ideas CBAM started off with the best of intentions keeping politicians and the federal government in check by promoting honesty and morality. But as the group slowly gained supporters and influence more extreme voices took control. Much like the McCarthy communist hearings in the 50s CBAM's investigations turned into witch hunts ruining many innocent people's lives and careers.

Today though was a victory for opponents of Smith and his radical Committee. Jeffrey Fry had campaigned to clean up Washington of private interest groups, to lead inquiries and committees into true corruption and vowed to do it properly and not on speculation like CBAM had been doing for the past few years.

Smith shook his head in angry disappointment, he picked up the phone and dialed.

"Kenny, it's Smith. We need to initiate the placement now! Get me a candidate. Someone new... someone green."

"Understood."

Smith hung up the phone.

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Richard sat in the front lobby of the CBAM office's. This was one of his best case scenarios come true. After majoring in political science and philosophy, and minoring in anthropology, he was finally out of graduate school and ready to start his career in politics. When he received a call from Senator Kenny Ramirez asking him if he'd be interested in a position at the Committee he jumped at the chance. He was a firm believer in the tough justice the Committee had been dealing out and even had written and published an article regarding it in a major news magazine. It was obvious that the attention from that article had landed him this interview.

The secretary behind the desk looked at him, "They're ready to see you now." She pointed to a set of doors at the far side of the room.

Richard smiled, stood up and walked through them. 

Inside was Director Smith, Senator Ramirez and a hand full of politicians, business men and top CBAM officials.

Director Smith stood up and beckoned him to sit down. Richard hastily took a seat.

"Welcome Richard." Smith took his seat. "I'm want to keep this short because there is much work to be done. I'm sure by now you're long familiar with President Elect Fry's passive liberal agenda. I'm also sure you're aware that him entering office will surely result in much of our work being undone."

Richard nodded in agreement.

"Good, well then. Know that we are in the preparations for a very important move that will hopefully ensure the safety of the committee and everything it stands during the coming administration. That's where you come in. We've seen your resume and portfolio, quite impressive if I say so myself."

Many of the men nodded murmured words of agreement.

"That's why we want to forgo the lengthy interview process and get right to business. That is... if you are willing?"

Richard couldn't believe what he was hearing, this couldn't be true. He composed himself and responded, "Absolutely sir, I understand the urgency of the situation."

"Excellent, time is of the essence. Let us begin."

He pulled out a briefcase and opened it. He pulled out a large packet of legal documents and slid them over to him. "Just the necessary NDA's, waivers and all that. Feel free to read through it if you wish."

Richard looked at the large packet. Concerned spending the time to read through it fully would dissuade the committee he hastily flipped through it, signed it then passed it back over.

Smith looked at it and smiled, "Excellent let's get started. If you would follow me."

He stood up and lead the way out.

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Richard was lead down a long industrial like hallway. Eventually they reached an electronically locked door. Director Smith quickly punched in some numbers and the door slid open, "Please enter, I'll be with you in a few moments with my team to begin."

Richard found this all a little odd but eagerly entered none the less. The door slid shut behind him. Inside the room was a single chair mounted to the floor and a mirror built into the wall across from it. He stood for a little while waiting. After checking his watch seeing that a few minutes had gone by he decided to take a seat.

Immediately metal straps appeared and restrained his arms and legs.

"What is this!?"

The chair suddenly raised up and reclined. The door opened as a man in a surgical outfit walked up to him with a pair of scissors.

"What is going on! What are you doing with those?"

"Don't worry, the process doesn't take long, although you may feel minor discomfort during some parts. As advanced the technology is we still haven't figured out the clothing removal." The man laughed and proceeded to cut off all of Richard's clothes.

"What?! 

The man quickly peeled all the clothes off and walked out, "There will be new ones waiting for you after the procedure!"

Another metal strapped appeared and held his head down.

A long red laser scanned his entire body. Richard could hear loud mechanical noises above him for a few minutes. He began sweating and yelling when suddenly the ceiling opened as a large metal slab descended from the ceiling. Richard couldn't make it out but it was seemed it was in the shape of a person.

"No! Stop this! This is not what I agreed to do!

The slab finally covered him, neck to toes. With his head strapped down Richard was unable to see that the slab was in the shape of a rather curvy woman. The machine activated as steam shot out. Richard started yelling as he felt his body alter. Soon enough the slab was rising away and disappeared into the ceiling.

"Oh Jesus, what's happening? What are you doing to me!"

The fully reclined chair slowly turned back into a normal one and the head constraint released Richard. He looked down and realized what had happened. His entire body was that of a woman's. His skin was soft and clean, a few birth marks scattered about. He now had a large hourglass figure and his arms and legs were hairless and dainty.

He began to breath in heavily seeing how drastic he had changed. He looked down and saw that he still had his penis when a large tube shot out of the ceiling and encased it.

It immediately began sucking. Initially painful the feeling quickly turned into pleasure. Richard's cock became hard. It felt amazing. Richard closed his eyes and tried his best to hide his growing sense of joy.

In no time was cumming, the machine sucking it all up. Although instead of a single shot it came out as a steady stream. Richard looked down trying to see why the feeling of pleasure was lasting so long. He began to notice his cock begin to wither away. Through the intense pleasure he looked on in horror as his manhood fully disappeared. Immediately the feelings subsided and the tube shot back up into the ceiling only to be replaced by a large crotch shaped plate appearing from the floor.

"Please... no more..." Richard said exhausted.

It shot onto his now empty crotch and began to warm the area while pulsating. The pleasure he had felt from the tube was pale in comparison to this. He couldn't hold back his moans of pleasure and opened his mouth. A pink rod appeared from behind him and shot down his throat. He tried his best to resist but every movement he made was matched by the rod. He could feel it scrape around his lower throat. It was definitely painful but the pleasure from his crotch was overwhelming.

The rod shot out and Richard's manly moans of pleasure were now feminine. He gasped when hearing it. The warm pulsing feeling in his crotch finally came to a conclusion and the slab disappeared back into the floor.

He looked down and saw that he now had an extremely tight vagina.

"Oh God, no! No! No! You can't do this to me! Change me back now! You have no rig-"

The part of the chair behind his head lowered as two halves of a metal slab enclosed around his entire head.

Much like the body slab the face activated as steam shot out. Richard let out a scream of pain in his new feminine voice.

The slabs slowly moved away from him. His once masculine face was now that of a woman's. He looked at the mirror, he looked like a sluttier version of Marylin Monroe!

Before he could do anything the chair suddenly released him. He stumbled forward. Four large suction cups flew at him from all sides. Two attached to his chest and started pumping forming large tits. The other two did the same to his ass.

Richard thrashed around pulling at the cups but could not break free of them. With a loud hiss they broke off of him leaving him with a firm pair of C-cup breasts and an enormous ass.

He fell to his hands and knees when he felt something shove into his new vagina. His eyes widened as he gasped from the strange feeling. He could feel it shoot deep into him. Suddenly he felt sick to his stomach and immediately vomited as his insides twisted and turned.

The object pulled out and disappeared.

Richard heaved and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't believe the girl looking back at him. The more he looked at her the more nervous he got. He began hyper ventilating when the door slid open.

"Oh my God do you look amazing!"

It was Director Smith. He walked up to her and placed his fingers below Richard's chin. He pushed her face up towards him to get a better look. He smiled and turned toward the door where a number of people had gathered.

"Someone has a really funny sense of humor! She looks just like Marylin Monroe."

The group laughed as Smith turned back to her.

"Don't worry Richard no harm will come to you."

Richard knocked his arm away and crawled away from him, "What the fuck is wrong with you people?! Why did you do this to me!?"

"She sounds so cute! Listen here, what we did was absolutely necessary. We couldn't just send in any sexy looking bimbo for this job. We needed one with brains to match her beauty. That's where you come in."

"What are you talking about?!"

"Playing dumb already are we?" He turned to the group of people. "Does he like that?"

One of the scientists looked down at a clipboard, "He likes ditzy bordering on bimbo."

Smith clapped his hands and turned back to Richard. "Alright enough beating around the bush. Here's the deal, you're education and experience are perfect for this and now so is your physical body. Jeffrey Fry is putting together his cabinet and administration as we speak. You are going to infiltrate it as his personal secretary. Being that close to an..." he shook his head in disgust, "...unmarried president you will have an easy time influencing his decisions to favor CBAM."

"You have to be fucking joking."

"Oh no, not at all." He offered his arm to Richard who looked up at him.

"Listen we couldn't just ask you 'hey do you want to volunteer to become a sexy female secretary for the president elect' you and I both know what you would have said."

Richard looked up at him for a moment, "I suppose you're right." She grabbed Smith's arm. He pulled her up.

"As we've said. Don't worry, once you get Fry over to our side you'll be extracted and changed back. Do your job and everyone wins."

Richard looked at him confused, "But how am I suppose to do any of that. I'm a... was a guy. I know nothing about acting like a girl."

Smith cracked a huge smile, "That's where Doctor Lindsey and her team come into play."

Dr. Lindsey took a few steps and waved.

"Over the next few weeks she's gonna teach you to be Fry's perfect woman."

Richard thought for a few moments and shrugged, "Alright, I'll do it."

"Excellent. From here on out she will be overseeing this operation. For all intensive purposes I was never here and know nothing of this. However I will leave you with this. Whatever you do do not go native. No sex. The last thing we need is an affair or a scandal. One second you're being fucked the next all of CBAM is. Do you understand?"

Richard looked at him surprised, "Do you really think I plan on being boned by the president?"

Smith smiled, slapped her ass and laughed, "I think you'll do fine, now Doctor. Give this woman some clothes and and a new name."

Dr. Lindsey walked over to her, "Don't worry sir, with a body like her's she and my teaching she won't even need to take off her glasses to manipulate anyone!"

"Fantastic! Good luck, I'll be monitoring your progress, see you at the inauguration." He walked past the crowd.

Dr. Lindsey looked to Richard. "Ok first things first, your new name is Marylin Francis." She smiled. "It was actually me who created your face. I thought it was appropriate."

Richard looked to her, "Very funny."

"Let's get started."

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Marylin walked down the halls of the oval office. It had seemed like only yesterday she was in the room on that fateful day. Since then she had been trained in various forms of being a woman from walking to makeup, seduction and sexiness. They had put quite a focus on the flirting and being a tease not to mention the art of playing dumb. For months she trained, allowed to only perfect her new identity. During that time she was completely isolated from the outside world, save for intel about Fry and the new administration. For weeks she had been drilled about her new identity and her fake family and past. She was Marylin Francis, 26, from Chicago. She had one little sister and her parents were so proud of her quick ascension in the political world.

Now, five months in Marylin had already gained more than just the presidents trust. Every day she dressed as sexy, yet professional as possible. She laughed at all of Fry's jokes and even made a point to bend down showing him her huge ass or lean over his desk flaunting her cleavage right in front of him. All of that with a sprinkling of cute stupidity seemed to be working very well on President Fry. Slowly she had been convincing him to break his campaign promises and to support CBAM. The one thing she felt a bit confused and embarrassed about was her yearning to pleasure herself. During her training she was monitored constantly and once beginning work she promised herself she would abstain from masturbation. She would use all those strange emotions to better her act. The weird thing was, she began to like acting dumb.

She entered President Fry's office. Inside VP Chuck Towers was talking with Fry. He noticed her and smiled as she came in. 

"Sorry to interrupt Mr. President, I have the new weather accord for you to sign."

Chuck smiled. "Climate accord Miss Francis. It's climate."

Marylin gave him a ditzy smile.

Chuck shook his head. "I'll talk with you later Jeffrey." He walked out.

Marylin walked over and placed down the papers in front of him. She saw him starring at her boobs. As confusing as it seemed she had recently began to like it. In fact all the flirting and teasing had been recently turning her on. She knew it was wrong but was having a little trouble with it. She would say to herself it was a day by day thing and it would all be over soon.

"Thank you Marylin, that will be all for now."

She began walking out when she heard him say something.

"Did you say something?"

Jeffrey was looking at his laptop and looked up at her, "Oh no, I'm sorry I was just saying how awful this news is."

"What news?"

"Oh a tragic death of a young man who seemed to have a lot of potential. Based on what I've read he certainly looked like he had a good chance at a successful political future... He was a big supporter of CBAM. Maybe I should release a statement."

Marylin seemed curious but just said, "How sad! If you need me, Mr. President."

"Thank you Marylin." He returned to his work.

Marylin walked out and sat down at her desk. Curious she pulled out her phone and typed into a web search 'CBAM supporter death'.

Immediately a few news reports popped up. It wasn't front page national news but enough for some online articles. She clicked the top one. That's when she saw it. She was looking at herself, well himself. Right there was Richard's graduation picture. Scared and angry she read on. Turns out after taking an extended vacation abroad Richard had died in a horrible automobile accident. She couldn't believe it. For the rest of the day she put on as nice of an act as she could, inside though she was freaking out. She kicked herself all day for not looking into her old life or her family's sooner.

As soon as she got home she pulled out her phone and called Doctor Lindsey on her burner phone. She had given her it in case of an emergency.

"Marylin what's wrong?!

"What's wrong?! What's fucking wrong!? You damn well know what's wrong. Apparently I'm dead. I died two days ago in New Zealand while on vacation!"

The line went silent.

"Hello?! Lindsey! What's going on."

"You weren't suppose to know."

"What?!"

"There were concerns that keeping you there for only a few months before solidifying Fry's pro CBAM stance would raise questions. It was decided that you would have to stay for the duration of his administration."

"Are you kidding me?! Why didn't any one say anything?! I didn't agree to this!"

"I had no control over it. The decision to kill you came from the very top. I tried to stop it but they wouldn't listen... just take it easy it'll all turn out ok."

"But why did you have to kill me?!"

The line once again went silent. Marylin suddenly understood. "You can't change me back, can you?"

"I'm sorry Marylin, If we told you otherwise you would never have agreed. Don't worry though once its over we have-" 

Marylin tuned her out as she began to tear up. Trying to keep it together all she could utter was, "Ok, I'll talk with you later" and hung up.

She sat in her apartment silently. She couldn't believe how tricked she was. The smart, educated Richard was dead and gone forever, all there was now was the ditzy flirt Marylin. Thoughts began running through her head. It had been months since she had felt any physical pleasure and the stress was bringing all that up to the front. She couldn't help herself. Immediately a devious idea came to mind, she knew how she could solidify Fry's trust in her while getting back at Director Smith. She crawled into bed with a devious smile. While falling asleep her thoughts turned to President Fry, she couldn't wait.

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President Fry walked down the hallway with a hot cup of coffee. Aides, officials and politicians walked all around. As they passed by they gave him a wave or a "good morning". He smiled and replied in turn.

Finally he reached the door to his office but noticed Marylin wasn't at her desk. He found it a bit odd, she was always on time. Maybe he was working her to hard. He shrugged it off.

He walked in, closed the door and suddenly found Marylin. His mouth dropped. There she was bend over his desk fully nude ass facing him.

She looked over her shoulder at him, "Good morning Mr. President" she said seductively.

President Fry had certainly fantasized about things like this but never thought it would come true. Marylin was the biggest tease he had ever known. Every move he made on her went right over her dumb little head. He wasn't entirely sure if it was because she was so nice or she was just stupid. Either way seeing her completely naked in his office waiting for him took him by surprise.

"Um... good... good morning Miss Francis." He cleared his throat, "May I ask... why... what you're doing."

She looked over at him nervously, "Isn't it obvious?"

"Well... I don- I suppose but... but we can't do this what about-"

"What about what? You're single, I'm single."

"Yes but-"

"Oh come on Mr. President, don't you want to fuck me? It's ok, I've been wanting this for awhile now."

President Fry started to get a bit aroused. He could tell this wasn't some sort of joke or trap.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely, now come over here and fuck me already!"

Fry quickly placed his coffee down and undid his pants. He couldn't believe this was happening! His cock was already as stiff as a board. He ran over and shoved it into her.

Marylin immediately reeled from the feeling. It was absolutely amazing. Better than every fantasy she had thought of over the five months. She knew that if CBAM had their way once president's term was up she'd be thrown and completely fucked. No family, no life, nothing but a hot mess.

It was only logical to submit to her femininity. She knew that if she let the president fuck her she could convince him to stay with her. It was a win-win. She'd fuck over CBAM and deny them what they wanted while coming up on top... well currently she was the bottom but that was ok.

The rhythmic thrusting was doing something to her, she could feel the building pleasure. So this is what a female orgasm was gonna be like, she was ready. Suddenly it overtook her, the feeling was overwhelming. She wasn't prepared for it. She screamed with pleasure.

Fry smiled, "I'm so glad this room is sound proof."

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The president walked down a long hallway towards a podium. In front of it was a swarm of reporters, journalists, cameras and microphones.

He approached the podium.

"Thank you all for coming. We live in quite trying times. We are always prepared for bad news we forget to consider the good. That's why it's my great pleasure to announce that as of this afternoon I, President Jeffrey Fry, am engaged. 

A rabble of aws and claps thundered for a few moments.

President Fry smiled and calmed the crowd down.

"You may be familiar with the lucky lady, it's my own secretary Marylin Francis. Ever since we began working together the two of us have felt a feeling of attraction. Although neither of us could come out and say it. It wasn't until a few months ago did it became evident. After much deliberation we decided to go for it! Now let me bring her out... Miss Marylin Fry.

Marylin walked over to the podium, she was wearing a very skimpy blue dress. She giggled as she approached the podium.

"Now please lend Marylin your ear for a few moments as you have done for me."

Marylin smiled and walked in front of the microphone.

She could hardly believe she was out here in front of the nation announcing her engagement to the president. In a few short weeks she was going to be the First Lady. To think less than a year ago she was a fresh faced man out of graduate school hoping that after years of hard work he could become a senator. Now she was one of the most influential women on Earth.

"Thank you everyone, I'd like to keep this quick. You may have noticed my amazing dress." She stepped in front of the podium and twirled before returning behind it.

"Well consider it a symbol of my mission as First Lady. I want to show that flaunting your sexiness is not wrong. Let everyone know that being sexy is not only ok in certain situations. We as a nation need to learn that being... um... pretty is not a bad thing! Thank you!"

She stepped with a dumb smile as Fry took the podium again, "I'll now take a few questions."

As her fiance began fielding questions she was thinking about what she had just said. Did she seem dumb? Would everyone think of her as a bimbo? She certainly looked the part. She didn't care, it was too much fun. At the start she had considered making her mission to clean up Washington like her future husband promised to. Maybe she should have ruined Smith and his radical Committee for the Betterment of American Morals. But as she weighed her options she figured staying the ditzy secretary Fry had come to know would be best and besides being a bimbo was just too much fun. She was hot, she was sexy and the world of politics didn't matter to her anymore.

Her new mission was to make sex normal and she was planning on leading by example. This was certainly going to rile up those bastards at the Committee. She was going to have her revenge and look good doing it.

This mission of hers was going to begin first thing tonight as she suddenly remembered Jeffrey had planned a very special evening in the Lincoln Bedroom. She bit her lip with excitement. This was going to be fun.