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“These damn foreign gangs and their weird kinks. Can’t even get a decent fucking high anymore without getting turned into a damn chick!” shouted the mob boss as he slumped into his chair. He immediately regretted that decision as his breasts bobbed from the sudden movement.

“Damn it! It’s bad enough my voice sounds like it belongs to a fucking porn star, but these blasted tits just keep flying around and getting in my way. How do women get a damn thing done with these things?” The boss started waving his gun around, which only made things worse as his arm pushed against his breasts, sending them off again.

“But boss,” said one of the captains in the room, “Why are you wearing those clothes then?”

“Because these gosh damn clothes are the only things that feel comfortable in this body. You think I want to parade around in these freaking heels? What are you trying to suggest, boy?”

“I meant nothing by it, boss,” the captain responded. It was getting hard to take the boss seriously. The men couldn’t help but stare at the sexy lady in their boss’s chair. They watched as she set her gun down to light a cigarette.

“Well, what are you losers waiting for? Get out there and find the dummies responsible for this!” the boss said, picking the gun back up for emphasis.

“We’re on it, boss!” the captains quickly left to escape the awkward situation. As the closed the door behind them, they heard the boss start to talk to himself.

“Those guys better have a way to change me back. There’s no way I’m spending the rest of my life as a man! Wait, why did I say that? I’m a woman.”

By the time anyone returned to the room, the boss was no longer there. Instead, the gang found itself a new female member who had no idea how to run a gang and was only interested in flaunting her body. Not that they minded.

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“These damn foreign gangs and their weird kinks. Can’t even get a decent fucking high anymore without getting turned into a damn chick!” shouted the mob boss as he slumped into his chair. He immediately regretted that decision as his breasts bobbed from the sudden movement.

“Damn it! It’s bad enough my voice sounds like it belongs to a fucking porn star, but these blasted tits just keep flying around and getting in my way. How do women get a damn thing done with these things?” The boss started waving his gun around, which only made things worse as his arm pushed against his breasts, sending them off again.

“But boss,” said one of the captains in the room, “Why are you wearing those clothes then?”

“Because these gosh damn clothes are the only things that feel comfortable in this body. You think I want to parade around in these freaking heels? What are you trying to suggest, boy?”

“I meant nothing by it, boss,” the captain responded. It was getting hard to take the boss seriously. The men couldn’t help but stare at the sexy lady in their boss’s chair. They watched as she set her gun down to light a cigarette.

“Well, what are you losers waiting for? Get out there and find the dummies responsible for this!” the boss said, picking the gun back up for emphasis.

“We’re on it, boss!” the captains quickly left to escape the awkward situation. As the closed the door behind them, they heard the boss start to talk to himself.

“Those guys better have a way to change me back. There’s no way I’m spending the rest of my life as a man! Wait, why did I say that? I’m a woman.”

By the time anyone returned to the room, the boss was no longer there. Instead, the gang found itself a new female member who had no idea how to run a gang and was only interested in flaunting her body. Not that they minded.