Reassignment Day

I woke up in my cube with a terrible headache and stomach pains. The feeling was familiar. It just meant that it was Reassignment Day. It was the one day a year you’d be assigned a new job, and you’d get a new body fully capable of handling said job. It was one of those things they did to ensure fairness and limit boredom with the repetitive nature of human labor. I couldn’t believe it had been a year since the last one already.

My last job had been supervising the AI cleaning robots. It was a pretty sweet gig as far as jobs went. The shifts were a mere 12 hours and mostly consisted of watching the robots to make sure they didn’t miss a spot, mopping up in the rare event that they did. The bots never once missed a spot for the entire year, so it was entirely just watching.

But looking at myself this time, it was sheer horror to discover that I know clearly had one of the worst jobs there was: A Breeder. It was one of two jobs responsible for furthering humanity, along with the Seeders. I had never seen either of them in person before, but I had heard stories. Seeder was arguably the best job you could ever get. It was a few minutes of work each day to seed the breeders, then however it took you to recover until you could seed again. Breeders just had to take as much seed as they could until they were full. I’d been told this would cause their stomachs to expand until a new human could be cut out of them.

I fit the description of everything I was told about Breeders. My nails were red, just as people had told me of Breeders -- though I did notice the color seemed to be just painted on. My chest was swollen, just as I was told Breeders’ chests are. My legs lacked hair -- removing it was something done to Breeders for some reason. And then there was the lack of having anyway to pee. There was just nothing there. I reasoned that Breeders still had to pee; I just couldn’t figure out how. I was sure it would be outlined in orientation, which I wasn’t looking forward to. Heck, I wasn’t looking forward to this entire year at all.

Salon

“What do you think?” A heavily accented voice next to me said.

I turned to look at the Asian woman next to me with a face mask and gloves. She was holding a nail file in her hand. “What do I think of what?” I asked before coughing a few times due to the strange sound of my own voice.

“Your nails.”

I looked down to see two feminine hands with perfectly manicured nails, realizing I was alone in the center of a rather ornate nail salon. But the hands weren’t the only think feminine. My entire body was that of a woman! I was pretty sure I recognized the outfit; it was something my ex-girlfriend Carol used to wear. I didn’t want to panic in public, so I calmly asked how much I owed.

Even with a face mask covering her mouth, I could tell the Asian woman had an evil smile start to grow as she spoke. “You owe nothing, Brian,” She said using my real name, “Carol paid for this whole experience in advance, and I’m sure you will find it enlightening.”