USB - Unwanted Sexual Behavior Ch. 01

Taylor made space in the wardrobe and cupboard drawers for her new clothes; she pushed her second self's male attire aside to make room. She contemplated packing all of Taylor's male attire away but she would need it again in three months. She still thought of her current condition as temporary.

Taylor opened up the makeup case she had purchased at Walmart and gazed upon it with wonder. She had watched Miriam turn her from a plain-faced homely woman to a captivating young lady using the magical notions, powders and concoctions contained in the cosmetics case.

Now she needed to learn how to do it herself.

She downloaded the video she had taken on her phone in the beauty salon onto her network and brought it up on one of the screens and set the makeup case, bushes and applicators up on a little side table. She took one last selfie and then wiped her face clean using face wipes.

Three hours later she was confident that she could apply her own makeup and not end up looking like Ronald McDonald or the bride of Frankenstein. She looked quite attractive actually.

She spent some time walking in her new heels to get used to them and practiced sitting with correct posture. Everything about being a woman seemed difficult and convoluted and she became exhausted with it after a while.

It was late and she was tired and hadn't eaten but she had no appetite. She drank a beer while she checked her email and messages and then stripped and took a long hot shower ensuring that her hair stayed dry by using a shower cap. She slipped into her recently purchased satin and lace babydoll pyjamas, relishing the luxurious feel of the fabric on her flesh.

She decided that her breasts and vulva needed further examination and rubbed out a nice orgasm before she fell asleep.

Life as a woman was complicated but she had to admit that she had enjoyed today. There were eighty-nine days to go and she had a lot to do.

The next day she woke up still feeling a little uncomfortable in her own skin. Coffee seemed to fix that. She spent some time in front of the mirror examining her body, Gail had done an outstanding job on her hair, it really suited her. Taylor was keen to use the makeup again to try some different shades, colours and techniques but she had work to do.

Taylor fired up her network and started working. It wasn't lost on her that women were supposed to be especially good when it came to multitasking. She started to run the code she had recently edited through a debugging program and then pulled up her list of potential investors and put a line through Paddy McClintock, allowing the debugging program to run in the background. Taylor had taken his PostPay app to most of the big software companies and finance houses with little success. He was not interested in any of the places where young kids sat around in plastic chairs and bean bags wearing jeans and shorts and flip-flops. He didn't need software developers; he needed programmers who could adapt the code he'd already written and a market manager to get the retailers to come on board.

It was now time for the new improved Taylor to try. It was time to see if the USB oracle or whatever it called itself could deliver on its promise to bring Taylor success and good fortune.

She pulled up one of her letters of introduction and redrafted it using the correct pronouns and tidied it up a little. She had taken quite a few selfies last night while she was practicing her makeup techniques and she brought up what she considered to be the best of them and loaded it into her photo editing software. She played with the shade and colour intensity a little to improve it. She didn't feel guilty, why should she? Didn't women alter their appearance using makeup to make themselves look better so what was wrong with a little touch-up?

Once again she silently thanked her parents for naming her Taylor. It would have been difficult, almost impossible, to replace Taylor's male identity with her own if he had been named Thaddeus or Arthur or some other masculine sounding name.

She cast her eye over the remaining companies on her list and selected three of what she considered to be the best prospects and fired them off letters of introduction ensuring she attached a sample of her code and a copy of her picture. She crossed her fingers and went back to debugging. Around lunchtime she was starting to feel hungry so she showered, brushed her teeth and her hair and fixed her makeup. Last night she had, with help of her friend Google, mastered a few makeup techniques and developed a couple of distinctive 'looks'. She was wearing her 'day look' which made her face look fresh.

Taylor slipped into fresh underwear, once again delighting in the feel of the silky garments on her skin. There were some aspects of being a girl she found quite delightful. It was cool out so put on some black spandex leggings having first put on a pair of stocking footlets. She rummaged through her purchases and found a pink long-sleeved t-shirt over which she wore the same ivory waterfall cardigan and a textured blue silk scarf that she had worn yesterday. She slipped her feet into the suede ankle-boots, sprayed herself with perfume and put on some earrings.

Stepping outside into the brisk cool autumn weather she felt a sense of achievement and of peace and contentment. The trees lining her street had changed colour and were vibrant red, orange and yellow against the pale blue sky. The streets were busy, especially Milwaukee Avenue, and she noticed that she attracted more than a few appreciative glances from the men who passed her by. She wondered if all women felt that they were being ogled by the men around them. Except for the tight-fitting legging which accentuated her tight ass and long legs she was hardly dressed provocatively.

She walked the few blocks to the Passion House Coffee Roasters and ordered a late breakfast and a large batch-brew coffee. While she waited for her order she fiddled with her phone. She checked to see how the technology finance companies were faring on the Nasdaq. Her brunch arrived and she tucked into it and sipped her coffee; she wasn't very ladylike shovelling the food into her mouth but she needed fuel, she couldn't remember the last time she had eaten a proper meal.

Her phone pinged and she picked it up and was surprised and delighted to see an email from Bradley Freeman, the CEO of FreeCom, a finance technology company. He stated in his email that he was very interested in Taylor's product and had an opening at five o'clock that afternoon if she would like to come for an interview. Taylor replied that she would indeed like to come into FreeCom for an interview but she tried not to sound too eager.

Her food tasted even better now that she'd had one positive response to her proposals but Taylor had been down this road before: excited at the prospect of getting a financial backer and then disappointed when the prospective client turned Taylor down. But this time it wasn't the gamer in a suit who would be attending the interview. It would be a sophisticated attractive young woman... if she could pull it off.

Taylor went back to her home and pulled up her financials. She had spent more money than she had intended to yesterday and Taylor's credit card account was already substantially low before yesterday's splurge. If she didn't get someone to option her PostPay app soon she would be struggling to meet her financial commitments. She would have to get a day job. Taylor would be like the other schmucks writing code for some big software developer. Making a decent living but hating the job.

She opened the debugging program she had left running while she was out and found a few improvements that she could make to her code so she got busy doing so. Every time she changed a line of code she needed to retest the app for functionality. It was a long and tedious task but to her it was like creating art. After a few hours she needed a break so she fired up the Vaio and inserted the alien USB drive. The red stones around the dull matte-black edge of the flash drive remained dark and unlit and the program window remained blank.

"Eighty nine days to go I guess," Taylor snatched the USB out of the Vaio and tossed it into a drawer where she kept a plethora of computer peripherals and accessories.

She checked the time and realised that she had better start getting ready if she wanted to make her appointment on time. She wished she had something better than the navy blue suit with chalk stripes that she had bought at Walmart yesterday but her funds were limited. It was nice, in simple sort of way. She fixed her makeup putting on a little more eyeliner and mascara to emphasise her green eyes then she stripped naked.

Taylor carefully opened the package of L'eggs Silken Mist ultra-sheer run resistant pantyhose. The male Taylor was turned on by women's legs encased in nylon and her female doppelganger was not disappointed when she slipped the silken garment onto her legs. They felt delightful; the sensuous feel of the sleek fabric against her skin was wonderful. She pulled the gusset tight around her abdomen, they were sheer-to-the-waist and she admired the look of her buttocks and pubic mound sheathed in the delicate garment.

She very naughtily rubbed her clitoris through the delicate fabric and the feeling was very enjoyable but she had things to do and couldn't afford to waste time playing with her body. She pulled a pair of white satin panties up her legs and smoothed them around her buttocks, the sensuality intensified by the feel of the pantyhose. She put on a matching satin and lace bra and a long-sleeve navy-blue satin blouse which she struggled to button because it buttoned on the opposite side to what she was used to.

She stepped into the skirt and zipped it closed and straightened the hem which came to mid-thigh, a little shorter than when she had hurriedly tried it on in Walmart. Never mind; she hadn't met a man yet who complained that a woman's skirt was too short. She brushed her hair and put in some gold round earrings and put on the matching necklace and bracelet. She misted herself with perfume and then slipped into her plain black pumps with the three inch heels.

Taylor had practiced walking in the shoes the previous evening between bouts of makeup practice. It wasn't really that hard; she had found four simple cues to walking in high heels: take smaller steps, put the heel down first, walk so that one foot came down directly in front of the other with her toes pointing straight ahead, and walk upright with improved posture.

She couldn't imagine herself running down a cobbled street or skipping down a flight of stairs but with concentration she could get around quite confidently.

Taylor summoned an Uber, put on her jacket, picked up a black leather handbag into which she had already tossed her necessities, and stepped outside to wait. She wished she had bought an overcoat and decided it would be her next purchase. While she waited for the car she again considered the encumbrances of living the life of a young woman. It was complicated and required a lot more attention to her appearance than being a man did but there was a certain satisfaction and enjoyment in the little rituals.

When the car arrived she opened the rear door and climbed in and realised that she was very unladylike in her efforts. It was her first time in a skirt outside the house and she realised that she would need to pay attention to that aspect of her ensemble. She was sure that the gentleman passing her house enjoyed the panty flash and acres of thigh she presented as she climbed into the SUV so she needed to exercise a little more decorum.

She checked her phone while the driver took her down to The Loop to the offices of FreeCom. She took more care alighting from the vehicle and did so with propriety and dignity but she did notice that a couple of men turned her way to watch. She went inside and checked the directory and then entered the elevator to take her to the eighteenth floor to the FreeCom offices.

Two men waiting for the elevator stood aside to let her enter the car first. One stood beside her during the ascent and the other went into the back corner and fiddled with his phone but she could feel his eyes on her legs and ass. Men were pigs but she had to admit that male Taylor did exactly that, he ogled women whenever the occasion presented itself.

Taylor presented herself to a pretty receptionist in the entrance lobby and the receptionist checked her computer screen and smiled back at Taylor confirming that indeed Mister Freeman did have an appointment with her at five o'clock. She put a phone to her ear and pushed a button and announced that Taylor was present and then she directed Taylor to an office at the end of the corridor.

It was one of the few single offices on the floor. Most of the floor space was taken up with open plan workstations where men and women were busy tapping keys and pointing at screens. A small glass-walled conference room was filled with a group of men and women in their shirtsleeves standing around a whiteboard contributing their input while a tall handsome young man wrote code on the whiteboard with a marker.

Taylor smoothed her skirt and straightened her jacket before she entered Bradley Freeman's office. He was on the phone but smiled at her and waved her in, pointing to a cluster of chairs arranged around a coffee table in the corner of the office.

Taylor tried to sit demurely with her ankles crossed as she had practiced at home, but she was wearing leggings at the time and hadn't had to deal with an inherently delinquent skirt that kept wanting to ride up her thighs. She gathered the material under her legs and was able to stop it but she saw that Bradley was amused by her antics. Taylor blushed; this wasn't how she wanted the interview to proceed.

Bradley hung up the phone and came around from behind his desk and beamed at her and offered her his hand. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to stand but she didn't want to have to wrestle with her skirt again so she remained seated, returned the smile and lightly shook his hand.

"I'm Bradley Freeman and you're Taylor Averille so that's the introductions out of the way so let's get down to business. I like what you sent me," Bradley took the seat beside her.

Taylor blushed and Bradley looked confused but then a smile lit up his face when he realised that she had got the wrong idea.

"I meant the code sample you sent me Taylor; although I will admit the picture was nice too but it doesn't do you justice," Bradley grinned.

When Bradley smiled he was extremely handsome. He looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, he was fit and tanned and had a full head of hair that was either bleached by the sun or had been professionally highlighted. He had dark eyes and full lips and Taylor was confused by how she felt about him. This was the first time that she had been close to a man in an intimate setting since she had transformed.

Male Taylor, despite his interest in nylons and lingerie, had never once considered wearing women's clothes and certainly had never been attracted to another man. But there was no doubt that Taylor was attracted to Bradley Freeman. The monolith or the oracle or whatever the USB called itself had not only changed Taylor's body, it had also changed her perspective. Had it also had changed her sexual preferences?

"Well thanks for the compliment Mister Freeman but can you tell me what you liked about my code?" Taylor was here to get commercial backing not to flirt.

"Well I've seen similar apps of course but your coding is clean, it's sharp and it's good. Some of the other programs I've seen are boated and clumsy. You've shown me the front end; what can you tell me about the work engine?" Bradley asked.

The pretty receptionist entered and placed coffee on the table and Bradley poured for them both.

Taylor used the same spiel she had used on Paddy McClintock and other potential investors before him, but this time her quarry seemed engrossed in what she had to say.

"PostPay takes a percentage of the profit from the retail sales and collects interest on the loan and collects late fees which is how most of these lending apps work but the interface isn't anywhere nearly as clunky as most of the others. Once the customer makes the purchase the item is immediately routed from the vendor's warehouse and picked up a courier for delivery. The customer gets almost instant gratification," Taylor started to explain.

"The software resides on a standalone network but interfaces with the customer through the app, and the vendor, delivery agent, and lender seamlessly through their own network. Everyone makes a small profit and the customer is more likely to pay out the loan quickly and make more purchases with the app. The more purchases made the more money everyone makes and the customer is paying the best interest rate available," Taylor finished her blurb and took a sip of coffee.

"What I see as the biggest advantage of my app is that if a customer wants to make a purchase from a vendor that isn't signed up to PostPay, the software will locate the nearest financial institution that supports PostPay and will make the transaction on PostPay's behalf, splitting the profit."

"The customer just scans the app on a credit card scanner and the transaction takes effect seamlessly. The vendor is informed that PostPay has sanctioned payment through an accredited third party financial institution. Hopefully the vendor signs up to PostPay to cut out the middleman, bringing more retailers into our fold and increasing profits," Taylor completed her pitch.

"Well it looks like a sound financial investment to me, but tell me, why haven't any of the other big players taken up your proposal?" Bradly asked.

Taylor balked. She didn't want to use subterfuge but she had no choice.

"I was in partnership with my cousin for a while. I did most of the program development and coding with his assistance. He did the legwork, trying to garner support and investment from the finance technology companies. He fell flat and lost interest in the project so I fired him. He currently has no ties or pecuniary interest in PostPay," Taylor explained.

"It's kind of embarrassing. He has the same name as me," Taylor blushed.

"But I bet he isn't as comely," Bradley smiled.

Taylor frowned.

"Hey, it was meant as a joke. My family has two Leslie's, both cousins, same as you. One is an oversize truck driver and the other is a yoga instructor and it might surprise you to know that the woman is the truck driver. One should never make assumptions," Bradley thought that he had diffused the situation but Taylor still felt uneasy about the compliment.

"Come on, let me show you around the place," Bradley arose and Taylor followed suit.

She appreciated Bradley looking away from her as she struggled to stand with some modicum of decorum. The high heels and short skirt were giving her more grief than she had counted on but it looked like they may have done their job. She could just as easily have come to the interview dressed in a pantsuit and flats but there was doubt that wearing the skirt and heels worked in her favour.

Bradley took some time to show her around the open plan office where a lot of the workstations were vacated as it was past quitting time. He showed her the conference rooms and coding rooms where, he explained, most of the brainstorming and concept development took place. Next he showed her the management offices and the affiliated company executive offices where Taylor would work if her bid was successful.

The fourth cup of coffee she had drunk that day in Bradley's office was demanding release and she spied the ladies restroom and excused herself.