Sex Psychologist

As I stood in front of Crage Varran, the ship's commander, I couldn't believe what he was suggesting. I had to get to the second planet of the star B-352 and there was a merchant spaceship heading in that direction with one unoccupied vacancy on board. But there was a catch - the position was for a sex psychologist and according to the quota, it had to be filled by a woman.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bogart, but I can't make any exceptions to the quota," Varran said, his voice firm.

I was inconsolable. This was my only chance to get to the second planet and I couldn't let it slip through my fingers. "There has to be something we can do," I pleaded. "I'll do anything."

Varran hesitated for a moment before speaking. "There is one possibility. The ship contains nanotechnology-based equipment that can temporarily transform your body into a female. After the flight, we can change you back."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was he serious? "You want me to pretend to be a woman for two months?" I asked, incredulous.

"It's either that or you don't go on the flight," Varran replied.

I weighed my options. On one hand, I really needed to get to the second planet. On the other hand, the thought of pretending to be a woman for two months was daunting. But I knew I didn't have much of a choice.

"Alright," I said, resigned. "I'll do it."

***

I was feeling overwhelmed as I sat in the ship's doctor's office, listening to Philip Derk explain what was expected of me during the two-month journey.

"There are about 40 crew members on the ship, most of them men," Derk told me. "On average, 2-3 of them will require the services of a sex psychologist each day. It shouldn't be too exhausting."

I tried to process this information, still struggling to come to terms with the fact that I was going to have to pretend to be a woman for two months. And then Derk dropped another bombshell.

"Space on the ship is at a premium, so we'll have to make you into a petite woman with proportions of 32-24-34, bra size 32A, height 5'0", and weight 110 pounds."

I was shocked. As a young, athletic man with a height of 6'2" and a weight of 209 pounds, the thought of being transformed into a tiny woman was daunting.

"You'll have until tomorrow morning at 6 am to think about it," Derk said, standing up to leave. "But keep in mind that this is your only chance to get to the second planet of the star B-352."

I sat there, numb, as Derk left the room. I knew I had a tough decision to make.

***

As I stepped out of the nanochamber and into the medical bay, I couldn't believe my eyes. The reflection staring back at me in the mirror was that of a woman - a petite woman with proportions of 32-24-34, bra size 32A, height 5'0", and weight 110 pounds. Standing next to Dr. Derk, who was 5'11" tall and had been shorter than me the day before, I felt tiny and vulnerable.

Derk handed me a uniform set consisting of loose shorts and a T-shirt with the label "Officer Bogard". I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness as I saw my old name on the shirt - it was a reminder of the man I used to be.

"The ship is warm, so you might want to dress in layers," Derk advised, sensing my discomfort. "I'll leave you to get dressed and then we can go over your duties as the ship's sex psychologist."

I nodded and began to get dressed, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was now a woman. As I looked at my new body in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disconnection. This wasn't my body, but it was the one I was going to have to live in for the next two months. I took a deep breath and tried to push these thoughts to the back of my mind. I had a job to do, and I needed to focus on that.

***

As I settled into my new role as the ship's sex psychologist, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the spacious office that had been provided to me. It had everything I needed - a desk, a fridge stocked with fruits and drinks, a video screen, and even a comfortable bed.

But my first day on the job didn't go as smoothly as I had hoped. My first client, a black sailor with a "Johnson" label on his T-shirt, had arrived expecting something quite different from what I was prepared to offer. When he made it clear that he wanted me to satisfy him sexually, I knew I had to put a stop to this misunderstanding right away.

I made my way to the captain's office, trying to calm my nerves as I knocked on the door. When Varran called out for me to enter, I took a deep breath and stepped inside.

"Captain Varran, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I wanted to speak with you about my duties as the ship's sex psychologist," I began, trying to keep my voice steady. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. My role is to provide psychological support and counseling to the crew, not to engage in any kind of sexual activity."

Varran looked at me, his expression serious. "I understand your concerns, Mr. Bogart," he said. "But we're in a unique situation here. These men are isolated from their families and loved ones for months at a time. It's not uncommon for them to seek intimacy and physical release in any way they can. As the sex psychologist, it's your job to provide a safe and healthy outlet for these needs."

I was taken aback by his words. I had never thought about it like that before. But I knew that I couldn't go against my own personal and professional boundaries.

"I understand, Captain," I said firmly. "But I can't do that. It's not fair to me or to the crew members who are expecting a certain level of professionalism from me. I'm willing to continue providing counseling and support, but I can't engage in any kind of sexual activity."

Varran considered my words for a moment before nodding. "I respect your decision, Mr. Bogart. I'll make sure to make it clear to the crew that your role is purely one of counseling and support."

I let out a sigh of relief, grateful that the captain had understood my position. I knew that this wouldn't be the last time I would have to navigate a difficult situation as the ship's sex psychologist, but at least I had made my boundaries clear from the start.

***

As I sat in Dr. Derk's office, listening to him explain the importance of my role as the ship's sex psychologist, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The thought of having to engage in sexual activity with the crew members was disturbing to me, and I had made it clear to the captain that I wasn't comfortable with it.

But Derk was insistent. "There's nothing shameful about this work, Mr. Bogart," he said. "This is a standard position that has been introduced on every commercial spaceship for several years now. And the results speak for themselves - the number of riots on ships has been reduced by four since the introduction of the sex psychologist role."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this really what was expected of me?

"Look, Mr. Bogart, I understand that this may be difficult for you to understand," Derk continued. "But the psychological health of the crew is at stake here. If you refuse to perform your duties, I'm afraid there will be consequences. No one will take you to the B-352 star. You'll be shot in an anabiosis capsule with a radio beacon into space and somewhere in six months, you'll be picked up by some ship returning to Earth."

I sat there, feeling trapped. I couldn't waste six months floating in space, waiting to be rescued. But the thought of having to do something that went against my personal and professional values was unbearable. I didn't know what to do.

***

I sat there, feeling torn. On one hand, I knew that I couldn't afford to waste six months floating in space. On the other hand, the thought of having to engage in sexual activity with the crew members made me deeply uncomfortable. I knew I had to make a decision, and fast.

As I weighed my options, Dr. Derk offered his help. "If you're willing to give this a try, Mr. Bogart, I'm happy to support you in any way I can," he said. "To help you adjust to your new duties, we could start by working with someone you're already familiar with in a calm, comfortable environment. And then we could gradually move on to serving the rest of the crew members."

I thought about this for a moment. The idea of starting with someone I knew did make me feel a little better. And maybe, just maybe, I could get through this if I took it one step at a time.

"Alright," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "Let's give it a try."

Derk smiled. "Great. Why don't you lie down on the bed and we'll start with some basic techniques. And remember, you're in control here. You can stop at any time."

I nodded and lay down on the bed, trying to calm my nerves. Derk positioned himself between my legs and inserted his erect penis into my vagina. I tried to focus on my breath as he began to thrust.

"How do you feel, Mr. Bogart?" he asked, pausing for a moment.

I didn't know how to answer. This was all so new and strange to me. "I-I don't know," I stammered.

"It's okay," Derk said, his voice soothing. "Just try to pay attention to your body. Do you feel any pleasure?"

I thought about it for a moment. To be honest, I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure what to feel.

"I'm not sure," I said finally.

"That's okay," Derk said, understanding. "We can take our time and try different techniques. The most important thing is that you feel comfortable and in control."

***

As I lay there on the bed, trying to get through the session with Dr. Derk, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness wash over me. I had told him that I wasn't feeling any excitement or pleasure, and he had simply told me that I would have to "endure" it and eventually learn to enjoy my work. But the thought of having to go through this two hundred times over the course of the two-month journey was unbearable.

And then, to my horror, Derk suggested that I try giving him a blowjob. "It's very popular among the team members," he said. "It's a simple, hygienic, and uncomplicated service that is very beneficial for the mental health of the team."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The thought of taking his penis in my mouth made me feel physically ill. I sat there, frozen, as he stood in front of me with his underpants down. I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

To my relief, Derk seemed to understand. "It's okay, Mr. Bogart," he said, his voice filled with empathy. "I respect your refusal. We can try something else."

I nodded, grateful for his understanding. I knew that I couldn't go through with this, no matter how much I wanted to get to the second planet of the star B-352. I would have to find another way.

***

I sat there, feeling defeated. It seemed like no matter what I did, I was stuck in this impossible situation. But then Dr. Derk mentioned something that caught my attention.

"There is one solution to this problem, Mr. Bogart," he said. "The medical nanochamber is able to make fine adjustments in the patient's mind. If you wish, we can temporarily increase your attraction to men, interest in any kind of sex, and libido of your female body. It's entirely up to you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Could this really be a way out of my predicament?

"And at the end of the trip, everything can be returned back to normal," Derk added. "It's completely reversible."

I considered this for a moment. On one hand, the thought of altering my mind in this way was unsettling. But on the other hand, it seemed like the only way I would be able to get through the two-month journey.

"Alright," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "I'll do it."

Derk nodded. "Great. Just keep in mind that the changes made by the nanochamber won't be felt immediately. It will take about two hours before you start to notice the effects."

I nodded, trying to push aside my doubts.

***

As I exited the nanochamber after the mind-correction procedure, I was surprised to see Dr. Derk standing before me without his underpants. His saggy penis looked unpleasant, to say the least.

But to my surprise, I found myself becoming more and more drawn to him as he talked to me about the various sex literature that was available on the ship's computer, as well as the various sex toys and devices that were on board. I listened as he explained what they were for and how to use them, and I found myself feeling an increasing arousal in my groin area and my female genitals.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. "You know, Dr. Derk," I said, my voice low and husky. "Your sagging penis doesn't look disgusting at all. In fact, it dangles cutely and looks like a defenseless victim. It makes me want to pounce on it."

Dr. Derk raised an eyebrow. "Is anything in your sexual preferences changing, Mr. Bogart?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I paused, considering this. As I looked at Dr. Derk, I realized that he actually looked quite sexy overall. And before I knew it, I found myself suggesting that we do one more practice test.

***

As I gave Dr. Derk a blowjob, I couldn't believe how relaxed, liberated, and excited I felt. I was eager to see how I could make him groan in pleasure, and I was determined to see this through to the end.

But at a crucial moment, I stopped before completing the process. I pulled off my shorts and panties, turned my back to Dr. Derk, and got on all fours on the bed. I could feel his hot breath on my skin as he thrust his penis into my vagina from behind. I groaned in pleasure as we reached our mutual orgasm.

Afterwards, Dr. Derk asked me about my impressions and feelings. "Well," I said, trying to catch my breath. "I have to say, I'm feeling pretty pleased and satisfied right now. I think I can safely say that I'll be able to cope with this work not only easily, but with great pleasure."

Dr. Derk smiled. "I'm glad to hear it, Mr. Bogart. You're a natural."

***

As I eagerly awaited my first client in my office, I found myself getting more and more aroused. I couldn't wait to see who my first partner would be, and I began to pleasure myself as I anticipated the pleasure that was to come.

To my delight, my client soon arrived, and he turned out to be a handsome Irishman named O'Brien. He seemed to prefer the missionary position, and I happily agreed. As he thrust through my vagina, I felt an urge to cheer him on with some dirty talk. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying myself.

As I lay underneath O'Brien, my body writhing with pleasure, I couldn't help but let out a series of dirty phrases. "Yes, O'Brien, that's it," I moaned. "Give it to me harder. I want to feel you deep inside me."

O'Brien responded with a groan of his own, driving himself into me with renewed vigor. I could feel my orgasm approaching, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh my god, O'Brien," I cried out. "I'm going to come. I can feel it. It's so intense, so incredible."

As I reached the peak of my pleasure, I felt a series of powerful contractions wracking my body. My vagina clenched tightly around O'Brien's cock, milking him for all he was worth. I could feel him coming too, his own orgasm mirroring mine as we both cried out in ecstasy.

As we lay there afterwards, panting and spent, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had given O'Brien the pleasure he had sought, and in doing so, I had found pleasure for myself as well. It was an incredible feeling, and I knew that I would never forget it.

When we were finished, O'Brien thanked me sincerely, calling me "Officer Bogart." I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as I basked in his gratitude. I had truly enjoyed myself, and I was eager to do it again.

"Come back anytime, O'Brien," I said with a smile. "And tell the rest of the sailors not to be shy. I'm here to pleasure them all."

O'Brien grinned. "I'll be sure to pass the word along, Officer Bogart. Thank you for a wonderful time."

And with that, he left my office, leaving me to bask in the afterglow of our encounter.

***

As I confidently walked down the corridor of the spaceship, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my new role as a sex psychologist. The sailors that I passed all greeted me respectfully, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment as I went about my duties.

Finally, I reached the commander's cabin and knocked on the door. When he invited me in, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves as I stepped inside.

"How are you doing, James?" he asked politely. "Is there something specific that you needed?"

"Well, to be honest," I replied, trying to sound as confident as possible. "I came because you yourself never came to see me over the past month. I thought it might be good for your mental health if we worked together."

The commander hesitated for a moment, but I could see that he was intrigued. And so, resolutely, I carried out my duties with him.

***

As I lay on the bed in the Commander's cabin, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building inside me. I knew that we were about to achieve mutual orgasm, and I was eager to make it as intense and pleasurable as possible.

First, I began by running my hands over the Commander's body, exploring every inch of his paunchy, 50-year-old frame. Despite his age, I found him to be incredibly sexy, and I couldn't wait to pleasure him in every way possible.

Next, I began to kiss and lick his body, working my way down towards his most sensitive areas. He moaned and writhed with pleasure as I teased and tantalized him, and I could feel his excitement building with every touch.

Finally, when I knew he was ready, I straddled him and began to ride him with all of my might. He groaned and cried out as I moved up and down on him, and I could feel him getting closer and closer to orgasm.

As we reached the peak of our pleasure, we both cried out in ecstasy, and I collapsed onto his chest, spent and satisfied.

***

After a long day of work, I found myself feeling a bit restless and in need of some fun. That's when I had an idea and headed over to see Dr. Derk.

"Hey there, Derk," I said, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "I've got a proposition for you. How about we play a little game?"

Dr. Derk raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of game?" he asked.

"Well," I said, leaning in closer. "I'll give you a blowjob, and you have to try to resist your arousal and maintain a conversation about abstract topics. If you can last for at least five minutes without ejaculating, I'll consider it a win for you."

Dr. Derk thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Okay, I'm in," he said. "But I have a condition of my own. Before we start, I want to have a sexual discharge with ejaculation. That way, it will be easier for me to resist arousal during our game."

I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, but I found myself agreeing to his condition. "Sure, why not?" I said. "And if you lose, you'll allow me to use your medical nanocamera to enlarge my breasts to a cup size 'C'."

As Dr. Derk prepared himself for our game, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building inside me. I had always found him attractive, and the thought of feeling him inside me was almost too much to bear.

Finally, he was ready and approached me, his eyes burning with desire. Without a word, he positioned himself behind me and began to thrust his cock into my vagina.

I couldn't help but moan in pleasure as he filled me up, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing through my body. My vagina clenched tightly around him, my body begging for more.

As he picked up the pace, I could feel my orgasm approaching, and I let out a series of breathy moans. "Oh god, Derk," I cried out. "I'm going to come. I can feel it. It's so intense, so incredible."