Karl’s Big Interview

After months and months of constant rejection, Karl had finally gotten a job interview. The plucky 22-year-old Swede, eager to enter the professional world, nervously sat in the waiting room of the Stockholm office of Baroness Inc. He looked around the very modern office, noticing how practically every employee was a woman. Karl did not care about that, he was a modern man, a true feminist. What did seem to bewilder him though was that all the women in the office was exceptionally beautiful, with long legs and bountiful breasts, dressed in stylish shiny outfits. It seemed so strange to Karl, was there a dress code here. If so, it seemed to go against the feminist choice of hiring mostly women.

Karl was called up and led to an interview room by the receptionist. Inside he saw an incredibly gorgeous, mature blonde in glasses sitting behind a glass table.

“Mr Johansson. Welcome.” She said in perfectly fluent Swedish, her foreignness betrayed only by her posh English accent. “I am Ms Kensington. I will be conducting your interview today.” She stood up from her chair and offered her hand. Karl was so taken aback by the sight of her he stood still for a moment, mouth agape.

“It’s… I mean… You’re the C.E.O of Baroness Inc.” He stammered.

Ms Kensington gave a little chuckle. “Indeed I am. I take it you are surprised to see me. Well I am here to set up our Swedish office, so I am personally handling the interviews today. Yours in particular I am very interested in.”

“Wow uh…” Karl took a hold of himself and firmly grasped and shook Ms Kensington’s leather gloved hand. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Karl was both amazed and terrified at the prospect of being interviewed by Ms Kensington, whom he had read all about her in the business magazines, and a few celeb rags as well. He did his best to put on a professional image, but he was still so awestruck that he felt he shook her hand a moment too long. Finally letting her hand go, he sat down in the chair in front of her, getting a good look at her as she sat down as well. She was dressed in a black latex pencil skirt with gold trim and a white silk blouse that had its top three buttons undone. She was wearing a necklace with an odd symbol. Karl tried to look at it closely to try to figure out what it was, until he realised that it was nestled between Ms Kensington’s cleavage. He looked straight up in a panic, finding himself staring at her icy blue eyes and a sly smile that meant she knew where he was looking.

Ms Kensington began the interview and despite Karl’s tense feeling, he felt he was doing quite well. He answered the questions to the best of his ability, made her nod thoughtfully a few times. When he made her laugh talking about business school, he thought he was totally nailing it. Then came a question he had not been expecting.

“Do you enjoy being a man?” Ms Kensington asked.

“What uh… I’m sorry… I don’t quite understand the question.”

“A man. Do you enjoy being a member of the male gender?” She said, as plainly as any other question.

“I mean I guess; I’ve never really thought about it.”

“Really now? A man of your age must have had the notion at least once. You’ve never wondered what it might like to be a woman? To have a cunt instead of a cock?”

“That is…” Karl was getting flustered now. “Maybe once or twice… What kind of question is that?”

“A question I need an answer to, if you are going to work for me.” Ms Kensington explained. “ I only allow women in my company you see, so I can’t hire you unless you are willing to make an adjustment.”

“An adjustment? Are you going to turn me into a woman? How?”

“Yes, and don’t worry about the how, that won’t be your department.”

“Look is this a prank? Or a trick question or something? Because this is really rude and unethical and…”

“I think you should relax my dear.” Ms Kensington said sharply, and something about the smooth sultry tone of her voice made Karl’s rambling cease. “I think you should relax and think this through.”

There was something about her voice that made Karl calm down, easing the tension in his body and quieting his thoughts.

“This is an amazing company, and you would do anything to work here.” Ms Kensington said. She stood up from her chair and placed her hands on the table, leaning towards him. “So what is the problem with changing your gender?” Her necklace swung from her cleavage and sparkled against the office light.

“Well uh… I like being a man.” Karl answered, eyes drifting to the sparkling necklace.

“Are you honestly saying that? Think it about. Really Think about what it would be like to be a woman. Imagine yourself being a sexy beautiful woman. Every time you walk into a room people are drawn to you.

Karl did imagine it. He imagined himself as a tall blonde, with red lips and long slender legs. She would enter a room and immediately attract attention, wrapping people around her delicate fingers with a smile and a wink. It felt good being sexy. No, it felt amazing. She would enter the club, dressed in a sparkly unitard, and all eyes would turn to her. She would light up the dancefloor with her mere presence, find a pretty young thing and get her to lick her…

“Wait stop.” Karl yelled. “What are you doing to me?”

“I am merely showing what you can be.” Ms Kensington calmly answered, as she walked around the desk and started to move towards him.

Karl pushed his chair back, starting to tremble with fear. Ms Kensington grabbed his tie and pulled him up to her. “Please… your scaring me.” He cried.

“Hush my darling.” Ms Kensington sat up on her desk and grasped Karl’s face. “I am offering you a gift. I will make you into a sexy powerful dominatrix and you will love every minute of it.”

Karl gulped. “I will?” The necklace shone brighter. He was her again, the tall Nordic blonde with icy blue eyes. This time she was in a bedroom, dressed in a black rubber catsuit, corset, and 8 inch platform boots. She was standing in front of the bed, which had a man tied up and gagged. The man was completely naked and completely helpless. In her hand she had a crop and she slowly caressed his body with its tip before slamming it onto his stomach. His moans of pain/pleasure were intoxicating, and she hit him again and again. He was completely at her mercy, which was in very short supply.

“You will be such a sexy evil bitch, a cruel dominatrix, men and women will bow at your feet.” Ms Kensington spoke, pulling Karl out of his dream.

“No no… that isn’t me.” He said, pulling away again.

“But it can be. Baroness Inc. needs powerful women, women who will take no prisoners, and are not bound to petty things such as morality and compassion.  I can’t have a foolish man running things here in Sweden.”

“Running things?”

“Yes Karl. I want to make head of operations here in Sweden. Now don’t tell me you don’t want that.”

The necklace’s shine blinded Karl. Now he… sh… she was in board room meeting, at the head of the table. She was wearing a stylish leather business dress that made her look like a cross between a very successful executive and a high-class dominatrix. All around her were beautiful women similar dressed who looked at with respect and admiration, and a little bit of fear. She enjoyed their fear the most, for she was head bitch. She was the one in charge here and she ruled with a brutal leather gloved fist. Everyone here obeyed her, as her will was paramount.

Karl came back to the present, that latest flash seemed less like an impossible dream and more like glimpse of the near future.

“Why would you think I want that?” Karl sputtered, trying to convince himself that he did not love that small taste of power.

“Well for one thing you are now rock hard.” Ms Kensington remarked.

Karl looked down and indeed his penis was fully erect.

“Gross little worm. We can get rid of that for you, get you a real nice pussy.” Ms Kensington pressed a button on her desk, opening a panel on the left wall, revealing a syringe filled with a pink sparkly substance. Ms Kensington got off the desk and grabbed the syringe.

“All of that can be yours, but only if are willing to take it.” Ms Kensington offered the syringe to Karl. “Join Baroness Inc., and you will achieve great things beyond your wildest dreams. All while being a sexy bitch.”

Karl stared at the syringe, knowing that if he took it there was no turning back. But would it be so bad if he did? The images in his brain, of the beautiful woman he could be, of the fun he could have as that sexy vixen, was it worth it? No! He was man, not only that but a good man, who treated everyone with the kindness and respect they deserve.

“You know what!” Karl said, standing up, ready to tell Ms Kensington where to shove it. “I think it’s time I leave as this is some…”

Karl stopped mid-sentence as Ms Kensington’s necklace sparkled once more.

Once again, Karl had become Sara, for that was her true name she decided. She was dressed in a tight latex catsuit, thigh high rubber boots, a fur lined black velvet cape, and on top of her head was a crown adorned with jewels and diamonds. She was in her royal court, sitting on her golden throne. The Baroness, Supreme Commander of the Gynarchy, had crowned her as Empress of the Nordic Zone. Just the mention of her name Empress Sara filled people with fear… and lust. All around her were drones and slaves, completely loyal to her, and available for her enjoyment. This is who she was meant to be.

Another flash and Sara… Karl was back in the office. He had fallen to his knees, and Ms Kensington was dangling the syringe above him.

“Is it really true? I will be her?”

Ms Kensington, the future Baroness, gave a wicked smile and handed the syringe to Karl.

In the latest business news from Stockholm, the International company Baroness Inc. have just announced their new head of operations here in Sweden. Sara Johansson was announced by Baroness Inc. C.E.O Vanessa Kensington in a press conference this afternoon. The women appeared very pleased to be working together, with Ms Johansson declaring that she will lead the Swedish division of the company to brand new heights. Ms Johansson was at first perceived as an odd choice by the multi-national company due to her being virtually unknown in the Swedish business community, but she quickly won the press over with her charming manner and sense of style. She told the press that she planned to soon be very well known all across Sweden.