New Earth, New Yu(ki) [Man to Asian Woman TG] - Part 2

Businessmen like Charles Adley are the reason Earth went wrong, not that he sees it that way. He made his money, and now he is off to New Earth, humanity's first colony in the stars, ready to take the business world by storm. Unfortunately for him, something goes wrong during transi,t and instead of waking up in his new cybernetic body, he awakens in the one he had made for his assistant, Yuki. Now a busty Asian woman, Charles must learn how to adapt not only to his new body, but the new ways of thinking on his new planet.

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Part 2

I’d had my first day on New Earth meticulously planned out. I would dress myself in the fine suit I’d had tailored especially for the occasion, I’d be there when Yuki awoke, and furious no clothing had been provided, I would give her my jacket. She’d be grateful, we would get her cleaned up, then take the car that would be waiting for us to my new penthouse. From there, I would have surveyed my new planet and read up on the latest business information, ready to form a plan of action to ensure Janus Inc. remained the most powerful and profitable corporation in the new world. 

Instead, I was standing naked in a corridor, trying desperately to cover my new and frankly enormous curves. They hadn't seemed so ridiculous when I was giving the specifications, but perhaps E-cups were too much. 

“For goodness sake, somebody get me a towel or something!” I ordered. “I am Charles Adley, dammit! Whoever made this mistake is going to pay royally! I’ll have you thrown in jail, your name struck from records I’ll…I’ll…think of more punishments! Where in God’s name is that towel!”

One of the scientists reluctantly parted with his white lab coat, and I snatched it so fast he flinched. The arms and back drowned my slight frame, but when I went to button the front, I could barely squeeze them together. I strained, desperately trying to close the coat and give myself some sort of dignity. When I finally did manage to get the buttons done up, they were straining, and the top one quickly popped off, leaving my cleavage spilling out for all to see. 

“Somebody explain!” I demanded. “Where is the captain? I demand to see him and your bosses, whoever they are! Who did this to me!?”

“Sorry, ma’am, uh, sir,” one of the scientists mumbled, “it seems that at some point in the journey, there was a glitch and the neural pathways for your body got switched with another passenger.”

Wait, switched, that means…

“Where is Yuki?”

“I’m right here.”

It was a surreal experience, watching a younger, fitter version of myself walk into the hall. There was a smug smile on my handsome face that made it hard to believe it was Yuki in there. She was wearing my suit and tugged at the lapels casually as she approached.

“It seems we’ve switched places.” 

“It seems we’ve switched places, sir.” I corrected. “We may have switched bodies but I am still your boss!”

“Not for much longer.” Yuki sneered. “Now that we are on New Earth, I’ve decided it’s time for a fresh start.”

“In my body!?”

“Well, technically, the manifest listed one cybernetically enhanced body under each of our names, so I haven’t taken anything that wasn't mine…on paper.”

“But…but-! I can’t stay like this! I have a company to run!”

Yuki leaned in close the same way I used to, hands behind her back and a small smile on her face.

“That sounds like a you problem.”

~

My blood was still boiling with rage when I stepped into the car. No amount of yelling, demanding or throwing my name and money around had helped. Once a mind was downloaded into the brain of a new body, that was it, at least for now. Once my company was fully operational on New Earth, I’d have all my top scientists and researchers looking for a way to fix this. 

I watched as the driver adjusted his mirror, and for a moment, our eyes met. I watched as his sunk down to my chest and back up again and I grit my teeth in furry.

“Focus on the road.”

“Yes, Ma-Sir!”

The car drove through the wide streets. The city stretched out before me—New Earth’s capital, still a work in progress but already showing its promise. Half-finished buildings dotted the landscape, workers buzzing around like ants. The colony had developed even further in the decade I was asleep. This wasn’t some backwater colony or experimental outpost; no, this was Earth’s first real foothold in the stars. The city was still small, but it was going to go down in history as the progenitor of the human’s galaxy-spanning empire one day, and I was going to shape its future. New Earth would bow to my will, just as Earth had. I didn’t come here to play small. I came here to dominate. 

And yet, I couldn't enjoy the anticipation at all. Not when I was distracted by the way my ass crushed into the leather seat, or how my bust jiggled with each turn, despite the smooth roads. Every tiny movement, even the turn of my head, reminded me of what I now looked like. I pulled a strange of thick dark hair from in front of my eyes and tucked it behind my ear, feeling a brush of smooth skin against my cheeks as I did so. Not even a hint of stubble that was there five minutes after shaving. 

As the car cruised through the streets, I looked out at the surroundings. Perfectly planned and meticulously laid out. There would be none of the sprawl of old Earth here. No cities built atop old ones, no grand London having to deal with old London sewage pipes. In time, it would be a flawless grid of streets and towering skyscrapers that, in time, would be even grander than anything back home. I was going to rule over it as the city's new king in all but name; how could I do that now?

The car pulled up outside one of the only finished skyscrapers and the door opened. I stepped out, and immediately, the wind blew my long hair into my face. The air was... different. It felt cleaner; there was no hint of smog or smoke, nor the recycled stale feeling of the ship. But I didn’t care much for it; I’d never been a breath of fresh air type, especially not now that every time I took a deep breath, I felt my massive bust rising and falling. 

I looked up at my new home; the glass and steel glittered in the sunlight. The lobby was cold, sleek, impersonal. Not enough people or resources for things like fountains or extra finery. Not yet, anyway, with all those new people arriving on the fleet soon, there would be workers galore. 

When I reached my penthouse, there was a brief reprieve; the elevator doors slid open, and all the familiarity of home greeted me. My furniture had made the journey safely at least. I looked over the rooms, finding them satisfactory, only to pause when I noticed the rosewood wardrobe, the door was slightly ajar, and all my suits could be seen hanging inside. 

I took one off the hook and held it up; they’d all been made with my new measurements in mind. The pants were too long and the shoulders too broad; getting them all taken in would cost a fortune. Not to mention the lack of tailors on this planet. But I couldn’t just walk about in nothing but a white lab coat; I needed clothes. Another button shot off, plinking against the wooden door as my bust sagged out even further. Clothes that actually fit. 

“Yuki! Call my...oh.”

Silence greeted me. Of course, Yuki had walked off the ship and made a show of avoiding my car. God knows where she was now.

“Hmph, we’ll see how she feels in a few days when she realises she’s alone on a new planet with no job. Then she’ll be crawling back here, begging to be my assistant again.”

I remember her smug grin, and it made my blood boil; she thought this would ruin me, but I would show Charles Adley was more than what was on the outside. It may not have been what I had planned, but I did have my youth back, and I designed this body to be almost distractingly attractive. I could use that to my advantage. 

Feeling inspired, I slipped out of the lab coat and let it fall to the floor. I went to the cabinet and found it pre-stocked with the red wines I’d brought with me. They had aged an extra ten years in transit. I poured myself a glass and swirled it, letting the rich scent waft through the air and looked out over the city. I didn’t even care that I was naked; if anything, I almost felt more powerful. Until they could fix this, I planned on making the most of this body and showing the world that nothing, not even this, would damage my pride. 

~

A few days later, I walked into the gleaming glass building of Talos Inc. My heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floors. It had taken several hours of practice to perfect my walk in them, but I refused to show up to my company in flats. If I had this body, I would have to dress for it. My tight pencil skirt squashed my round ass up high, making it look even more taut than it was. My blouse was perfectly tailored to show just enough cleavage to still be considered professional, and the simple charm necklace I’d chosen naturally dragged the eye to my chest. I’d been watching secretaries for years; I knew how to make my body into a weapon.

I headed for the elevator that would take me up to meet my new board. In my old buildings, I’d always had a private one, but apparently, that wasn't considered relevant enough to warrant building. In the colony's early days, only essentials were made into each building to conserve resources until New Earth’s own could be mined and used. It was an annoyance, but I could have a new, more glamorous headquarters built to rectify it in a few years.  I stood there waiting as a group of young workers approached.

“Did you hear about what happened to Mr. Adley?”

“The CEO? I’ve heard of him, but I never thought he’d actually come here.”

“Of course he did. Everybody knows Earth is old news; somebody as rich as him was bound to come to New Earth! His company is practically running it!”

“Yeah, but do you think he’ll show his face, considering what happened? It was all over the news.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. Yuki. That little tart must have gone to the press. When I found her, I’d ensure she regretted ever crossing me. For now, though, it was time to make sure these young workers knew precisely who they were dealing with. They were expecting a meek woman—a pretty, young face to settle into her desk, blend in, maybe attend a few meetings, and then retreat into the background. I was anything but that. 

“Did nobody ever tell you office gossip is dangerous?” I said, cooly. 

One of the young men, who only just looked old enough to shave, swallowed. I watched as his eyes darted to my chest, then back up to my eyes again, quickly full of fear. I smirked, letting him know I’d noticed, and his cheeks turned beet red.

“Nice necklace,” he tried.

“This old thing?” I cooed. “It’s worth over three thousand dollars. Pure silver, mixed with both old and new Earth alloys.”

“Three thousand-?!” The man choked, and his friend's eyes went wide. 

“Well, that’s not a lot of money…when you’re a CEO.”

“A…Oh God, you’re-?”

“Charles Adley, yes, and to answer your question, yes, I will be showing my face. You’d better hope I forget all of yours.”

The elevator dinged, and I stepped inside, pressing the close button and leaving them all with their jaws on the floor. I smiled at my reflection in the mirrored walls; the ruby red I’d picked for my lips was a bold choice, but it was appropriate. I was out for blood, after all.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with a faint hum of distant conversation as I arrived at the top floor. I didn’t look at the people I passed. Unlike the drones downstairs, they knew who I was, the new CEO. The gossip had spread fast—too fast for them to pretend they didn’t know that I was more than just another businesswoman. I glanced at the empty desk outside my office; I hadn’t organised for a new secretary yet. That would have to be added to today’s agenda. 

I sat in the leather chair behind my desk, feeling the cool leather against my back. Even sitting felt different in this body; my ass was so plush, and I could feel it sinking into the leather. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

“Come in,” I said, my voice steady and cold.

A man in his forties walked in. His face was tight with nerves, but he tried to mask it with a professional smile. 

“Mr. Adley?” He asked, and I nodded. “We’ve been informed about the uh, mishap. We weren’t expecting you to come in.”

“I was delayed, refitting my wardrobe,” I said simply. “But I am here now and ready to get straight to business.” 

“Yes, of course, ma’am, uh, Sir,” he stammered, nodding quickly.

“Either will do. Stop stammering, man. Please don't tell me you’ve been leading the board in my absence.”

“Me? No, I just managed finances-”

“Well,” I said, flicking my long dark hair over my shoulders. “Let’s hope you are better with numbers than you are speaking. Call a board meeting. I want to know the ins and outs of my company in the last ten years. I want to see what developments have been made that we can exploit. I just spent the last few days getting up to date with the business scene on this planet, and I intend to put my expertise to good use.”

“Of course, that will take a few hours.”

“You have one.”

“But-”

“Did I stutter?”
 I glowered at him, leaning forward on the desk and resting my chin on the back of my hands. I could feel my breasts resting against the table, being squashed between the wood and my own body so the cleavage was even more prominent. The man shook his head quickly and exited; I giggled. Most men, deep down, were weak; a beautiful woman could walk all over them if only she knew how. I’d seen it time and time again; it was why I’d hired Yuki, beautiful and meek, easy to control and no risk of her controlling me. If she thought I’d be the same as her in this body, she was dead wrong. 

~

As I stepped into the board room, I felt suddenly aware of how…male it was. It had never stood out to me before just how rare women in higher management were at least in my company. For a second, I felt a flutter of doubt in my chest. They were all looking at me so strangely. Most of the time, when I walked into a board room, people got to their feet, pressed and creases out of their clothes and cleared their throats. I commanded instant respect; that didn’t happen this time. 

This time, they regarded me oddly, some with open derision. One even smirked at his friend and raised an eyebrow as if it wasn’t obvious and that I would see it. I narrowed my eyes and straightened my posture, feeling a surge of power as they all noticed my chest puff out a bit. 

As I surveyed the room, I noticed the subtle glances and suppressed arousal in the eyes of my underlings. I had their attention, and I intended to use it to my advantage. With a confident stride, I walked towards the empty seat at the centre of the table, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor, demanding attention with every step. The sound echoed through the silent room, adding to the dramatic effect.

“Gentlemen, it is good to be back on soil, finally.” I smiled. “I expect full reports on the last ten years of developments since I started my travel. I want reports, I want figures and most importantly, I want a list of all our major breakthroughs in android technology.”

“If you are hoping somebody has figured out how to transfer consciousness from one android body to another, you’re out of luck.” Said the smirker. “Cybernetic brains and biological ones just work differently, apparently.”

“A-actually it’s the data transfer process; it’s a lot for a human mind to handle, and the brainwave patterns degrade if we try to move them more than once.” A meek-looking man with pale skin spoke up. 

“Oh?”

I looked him up and down and took in the lab coat and shiny glasses: a scientist.

“Yes, well, the point is, you’re stuck in that body.” The smirker continued flippantly. “What’s it feel like, I hear you and the science team responsible for waking you up were all alone for hours, and that you were naked.”

Low chuckles filled the room, and my eyes narrowed at the man, his nameplate said Samuel Hastings, head of marketing. I stood up slowly and stalked toward him, each step slow and deliberate. The chuckles had stopped within two steps, and the air had turned tense. I kept the slow pace, feeling the sensual sway of my hips and sway off my ass in the pencil skirt. By the time I reached Hastings on the other side of the table, half of them were trying to hide a blush. 

I sat on the table, leg inches from Hasting’s own, and leaned in.

“That was a very rude thing to say, Samuel.” I scolded in a voice that was both soft and firm at the same time. “You hurt my feelings.”

Well, y-your feelings aren’t important in business.” Hastings shot back, I’d clearly taken him by surprise, but he tried to rally. “Being in that body has made you soft, you’re full of estro-whatever it is that women have that makes them emotional.”

“Samuel,” I said, with a fake pouted lip, “We only just met, what makes you think my emotions are in control right now? Surely a modern man like yourself doesn’t think all women are hysterical.”

A low murmur broke out around the room, and I watched in delight as a cool sweat appeared on Hasting’s brow. 

“What a PR nightmare that would be.” I continued. “Blatant sexism isn’t tolerated these days, at least, not unless you’re high enough on the ladder to be untouchable.”

I placed a finger on his chest for emphasis, then leaned in even closer to whisper huskily.

“And I don’t think you’re untouchable at all.”

I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, and I leaned back, giving him a flash of cleavage before standing up again. 

“Now, does anybody else have any doubts as to my competency?” I asked and was met with a sea of stunned silence. 

My face split into a grin.

“Good, now. You there, scientist, you were speaking?”

The man in the coat jumped as I mentioned him, clearly not used to speaking at these events. 

“Uh, yes. We are making leaps with the transfer process, but it’s along way from being perfect…” He stammered. “Oh! I’m Jack, by the way, J-Jack Capaldi. Head researcher.”

“Well, Jack, you’ve done well by getting right to business,” I said as I sat back down and rested my head against the back of my hands, eyes never leaving him. “That makes me happy, continue.”

I could see other board members exchanging looks, but nobody dared to say a word against me. All through the meeting I kept making eye contact with Dr. Capaldi and a few of the meeker men. All they needed was a smile here and a nod there and they were eating out of the palm of my hand. Hastings on the other hand, looked like he was trying hard to deny his attraction to my new body, even to himself. 

By the end of the meeting, I’d asserted my dominance and ensured any coup talks were dead in the water. Half the table was too intimidated to try anything and the others had enough hope that they would be loyal to a fault. Maybe this mix-up wouldn’t cause such a setback after all. That confidence carried me out of the office and I had to hold back a laugh; being a woman was laughably easy; I don’t know why they were always complaining. 

Jack gave me a nervous, flustered smile as I left and i reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

“You should be more confident, dear. Why not try some cologne to cover that laboratory smell?”

“Oh I uh, I didn’t um…”

I gave him a flirtatious wave and headed down the corridor. God, this was easy. I’d have the whole planet under my heel in no time. 

As I rounded the corner, I saw people whispering, suspicious looks on their faces. My now youthful ears pricked, picking a word or phrase here and there.

“Necklace cost three thousand dollars…”

“New CEO…”

“Look at her…”

Hm, it seemed I hadn't dissuaded the masses just yet, but no matter. The rumour mill worked fast in both directions. What I needed was to do something big to show everybody I meant business. 

When I entered my office, my steps faltered. There was a woman standing by the window, and she wasn’t alone. 

“Hello, Mr. Adley,” The woman smiled. “I don’t believe we’ve met, Evelyn, head of human resources.”

My hackles immediately raised.

“I’d say nice to meet you,” I scowled, “But you have made rather a bad first impression letting yourself into my office like this. Haven’t you any common decency?”

“I see you are still adjusting to New Earth culture,” She said cooly. 

“Culture? It’s the same as Earth; we just moved locations.”

“A lot can change in a few decades, Mr. Adley, as a leader in the cybernetics and bioengineering market, you should know that, and here on New Earth, we don’t lock doors unless something needs to be protected.”

I scoffed; no privacy? Ridiculous. Had the hippies come back and taken over the planet while I was being transported? 

"Well," she began, her gaze flickering toward the young man standing beside her, "I received your message about a new personal assistant; an unorthodox request, to be sure, but I am quite efficient at my job.."

Now that she mentioned it, none of the other offices had desks for assistants in front of them. I’d assumed it was simply because I was the most important, but Evelyn’s comments were starting to make me think that perhaps I should have read more than just the hard numbers of the business pages in the paper. 

"What are you talking about? I haven’t approved anyone." 

“I am head of the department; you do not need to approve. I have done it for you.”

“I am CEO-”

“And at this branch of Talos Inc, department heads are given the freedom to run their own departments how they please. So I have.”

The man turned away from the window and stepped toward me. I felt my heart stutter in my chest, and for the first time since I woke up, I felt totally out of control. He was... breathtaking. He was a tall, broad-shouldered young man, his dark hair neatly styled and his sharp features chiselled with almost too much perfection. His eyes, though, caught me—deep blue, like the sea under a cloudless sky. He wore a crisp white shirt with a hint of a navy tie, and even the slight shift of his posture seemed to radiate confidence.

For a brief moment, I felt something unfamiliar in my chest. Something that made the air feel heavier, warmer even. My palms almost went clammy, and my heart skipped a beat. I quickly masked the sensation with a tight, pompous smile.

"You expect me to work with this?" I scoffed, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I gestured toward him. "He’s young, too young."

“There isn't exactly a glut of workers on New Earth right now,” Evelyn said pointedly. “For somebody to take a position as an assistant when there are plenty of other, more important roles to play in the creation of our new home, you should be thankful.”

Her tone was judgmental and cold; there was none of the awe, difference or respect I was owed. I felt old habits come roaring back; this wasn't somebody I could charm using my new body, so I did what I knew best. I threw my weight around. 

“You cannot speak to me that way.” I hissed. “I’ll have you out on your ass in no time.”

Evelyn didn’t seem threatened; in fact, she smirked.

“And have your company stocks plunge? Firing me for simply doing my job would be a PR nightmare.”

I bit the inside of my cheek; my heart was still fluttering thanks to that oddly attractive man. I couldn’t think straight; she could be bluffing, but if things really were different on this planet, I couldn’t risk blowing things this early. 

 "Fine," I said, my voice regaining its usual commanding tone. "Let’s see if you can keep up." 

I dismissed him with a curt nod, but as he turned to leave, I felt an uncharacteristic surge of heat in my chest. Damn it. I’d been around attractive people before, but this—this was something different. I’d never been attracted to a man before! Evelyn gave us both a curt nod and turned to leave, not bothering to close the door on the way out. 

“Closed doors are considered rude,” Jacob explained helpfully with a playful smile. “I am a New Earth native, Mr. Adley, I look forward to learning from you.”

My tongue felt thick in my mouth, and I did my best to focus. If that was how people were going to treat me, I needed that display of power all the more. I sat back in my plush leather chair and crossed one leg over another before leaning back. 

“Jacob, let’s put your organisational skills to the test. I think it’s time I celebrated my arrival.