Hi Jennifer, Your imagination and stories are mostly excellent.
I can't help thinking that you are female.........from your plots.

You write things that real women can't understand.
No woman would do that with a man.
Women likes men. I'm sorry, but that's the true.
Silvia.

This was a good story - right up to the end, which finished on a common Jennifer White sour note.

I like.  I like.  
This was another variation with another twist.  Marvelous crativity.  I syand and applaud.  I would think that Alice might have the company pay for the implants.  After all, the company is getting the benefits.  And Al doesn't need them.  
But, Don't change a hair for me.  Not if you care for me.  Stay little valentine stay.  Each day with one of your stories is Valentine's day.

<<  "I'll drink to that!"  >>

Alice put down the phone she had picked up from Elaine's secretary's desk.  She had meant to make a business call she had forgot to make in her own office, but had gotten an earful of Elaine and Cheri's conversation.  A BET!  That's all Al's conversion had been about, A BET?  It was true, she thought, that she now enjoyed being a woman and was certainly more successful as a saleswoman than a salesman, but she had the feeling that Elaine would have been just as happy, and would still have won her bet , if she had been a failure at sales and had been forced into the secretarial pool or out onto the streets - as a woman.  

A cold anger toward the two woman built within her.  Alice decided she would do some research and then contact Cheri's nephew.  Together maybe they could come up with a way to teach the two amoral women a lesson they'd never forget.  It was a good thing he was coming in the summer when the offices of both companies were airconditioned, because revenge is a dish best served cold.

Great story, and I also love seeing men feminized by women in the workplace.  I have this thought you could do a killer piece about the slow femming of a downsized exec, who's always looked down on his wife's successful beauty parlor, how he winds up helping, being gradually femmed  put into a skirted uniform to do shampoos, reporting to the other beauticians and finally, realizing he enjoys beauty parlor gossip and dressing, willfully abandoning any chance of going back to a white collar job to take training as a beautician, and to have surgery without losing his wife.

Of course, it would be JUST as much fun if his wife stuck him like this and he finally had to accept it, and eventually, a boyfriend.

Whatever. You are an incredible asset to this site, Jen!

Ditto Andrea's comments here as well.

Your output is positively awesome!

I really enjoyed this story. I liked the "working woman" background, and especially that the hero(ine) was actually a *more* successful salesperson, and not turned into a bimbo or something equally stereotyped. The whole thing was sufficiently realistic to allow very easy suspension of disbelief too.