[F4A] The new Office Lady

Although you'd been working at the Tokyo division for years, that day you found yourself in New York for a corporate meeting. Across the length of the conference room, you saw me for the first time. Later, you couldn't have said exactly why your gaze had fixated on me. I was hot, sure- a soft featured blonde with a severe ponytail and a lithe body, well-honed from sessions at the company gym, with perky B cup breasts and a runner's ass that drew more eyes than yours in my exceptionally tailored slacks. But there were other hot women in the room. Perhaps it was the way I seemed to be commanding my space; colleagues orbited around me while I issued orders and sorted through a stack of papers on the table before me, looking between documents with an intelligent, appraising eye.

"Who's *that*?" You asked a colleague beside you, at the opposite end of the room from me.

He strained to follow your gaze. "Who, Char?" He asked, gesturing to me. You nodded. He sighed in a way that suggested he didn't much like me. "Yeah, that's Char. Charlotte Jensen. Real ball-buster, that one. She just got promoted from some backwater division. One of the offices in flyover country we keep open for the tax benefits, you know how it is. Anyway, I'd steer clear if I were you. She's uh... let's say *motivated* and leave it at that." He told you, returning his attention to his work.

Others corroborated my reputation. Char was ambitious, they said, stubborn and proud to the point of arrogance. An outspoken feminist, I apparently never failed to speak my mind about misogyny and "patriarchal bullshit" in the workplace. All agreed I was driven, but some few said that not everybody realized quite *how* driven. You used your position to look into it. Back at my former division, I had abused several loopholes and operated in some murky legal grey areas to increase profits and earn my promotion. Frankly, there was a paper trail a hundred miles long, all with my name on it, that the IRS might certainly like to see. You now had the power to get me fired and, worse, possibly imprisoned... but what would be the fun in that?

I'd earned my transfer, you reasoned. But thanks to you, I was no longer heading to New York. No, now my destiny was with you in Tokyo. The only problem was that I'd have to accept a 'slight' demotion in your division... the only position available was a low-level office lady.

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Two years later, you were riding the executive elevator to your office with Yukika Hizuru. She wore the office lady uniform: a fitted white blouse, black pencil skirt, dark stockings, and too-high heels. Her hair was jet black and totally straight, falling neatly about her shoulders. She had a flat nose and vacant, monolided eyes. She would've looked identical to the other office ladies in the building, were it not for two things. She had enormous, H cup breasts straining her blouse and, even more unusually for a Japanese woman, her eyes were piercing blue...

As the elevator opened into your office, you spanked me lightly to send me mincing out in tiny, hyper-feminine steps that shook my chest like an earth quake. I said nothing; I knew better than to say anything, now. While you settled into the comfortable, high-backed chair behind your desk you watched me go jiggling away to fetch your morning coffee. When I got back, perhaps you'd have me suck your cock under the desk while you drank it. You liked to look into my eyes when you came in my mouth; every time, it felt as if you saw a little more of Char Jensen die and a little more of Yukika Huzuru enter the world... as far as you were concerned, it was a change for the better.

Oh, it was good to be the boss!

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Hey! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed.

In case it's not clear from the title, I'm mainly interested in exploring how we get from A to B; from me to Yuki. But ofc, I'll also explore some day-in-the-life post-transformation.

For me, the darker a story is, the hotter. I'm the kinda girl that gets turned on by horror movies, so that should tell you everything. If you've got any ideas about how to make this scene deliciously worse for me, feel free to pitch it! I'll at least consider any kink that isn't in my limits.

Kinks: misogyny, submission, revenge, expansion (breasts, lips, ass, thighs), plastic surgery, Bimbofication, identity death, twinning, non-con, incest, public/risky sex, politics play, humiliation/degradation, permanent changes, blackmail/coercion, accent change, outfit control, water sports (some), weight gain (self), chastity.

Hard limits: scat, gore, feet, sweat, torture.