Slowly he’s training me. Slowly he’s transforming me. Slowly he’s making me his woman.
The job was everything a guy just out of college could have dreamed for. Assistant to one of the most powerful CEO’s in the world and by his side while he ran his empire. I was thrilled to learn from him, but I had no idea he was going to teach me this lesson.
It started with clothing. Choosing my suits and then the lacy things I wore against my skin. Gradually the changes played out as my body itself was remade to suit his desires.
When I look in the mirror now I don’t see myself anymore. Long hair and delicate features. Slim waist and undeniable curves. When I look in the mirror now I see a woman, not a man.
And I see the way he looks at me, with that barely contained desire. He likes the way I fill the clothes that he buys me. He likes the body beneath them.
My boss is strong and confident. He’s the sort of man who always gets what he needs. He made me into the woman that he wanted, and now he’s asking me to be her in every possible way.
I took this job wanting to keep him happy. Now all I want is to satisfy him.
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“Let’s try again,” he continued, “Did you get the package this morning?”
“Yes Sir,” I squeaked, wondering if the high pitch in my voice was just nerves or if it was something else. If it meant something else.
“And did you wear them?”
“Yes Sir,” I replied again.
There was a moment where he paused. I couldn’t look, but I could tell that he was considering it. He was staring at me, trying to see whether or not I was telling the truth.
Every part of me wanted him to believe me. Needed him to believe me.
But I didn’t know if I was expecting to go as far as this.
“Strip,” he said simply, an order.
I knew the rules. I knew the expectations. I’d been told them back in that interview that felt like it was a million years ago.
I didn’t question. I just obeyed.
My head came up slowly and I looked in his eyes. I swallowed hard and shrugged out of my jacket. Mr. Payne held his hand out and I handed it over to him, followed by my tie, and then my hands moved to the collar of my shirt, slowly unbuttoning each button.
My hands were starting to shake, my body starting to tremble. He set my jacket and tie on his desk and then reached out to me, closing his hands over mine and stilling them.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he said, “I don’t want to-“
“No,” I said firmly, “No, I want to do this.”
I pushed through, popping one button after the other. As I did my gaze drifted down back to the floor again and stayed there as I let the shirt hand open and moved to my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping and letting them slip to the ground followed by my shirt.
I felt his eyes on me, taking in the sight of me in my lacy bra and panties. The flush on my skin deepened. I felt myself trembling as he took me in.
“You’re wearing that all wrong,” Mr. Payne told me, “They must be so uncomfortable. Let me help you.”
He stepped to the side of me and I felt his hand on my back, bending me forward slightly. His other hand reached around, slipping in my bra and caressing my chest, his palm on my nipple giving me a shock that made me bite my lip to keep from making any noise. He moved in my bra, pulling my breasts together and forward and then pushing me back up to standing. Both hands on my shoulders afterward as he turned me to one side, towards a mirror that was hanging on the wall.
“Chin up, Ashley,” he said, and I obeyed.
Looking at myself in the mirror. Looking at the woman reflected there back at me.
Not fully a woman, but nearly there. Legs smooth and tapered. Cleavage pert and full.
My hair had gotten so long. My features were so soft. It had been only a few days, but I’d changed so much in them and the only indication of who I really was, was the bulge obscenely pushing at the front of my panties.
But in truth, even that seemed smaller than usual. And if I pressed my thighs together just so I could hide it entirely, revealing a woman that was slender, but undeniably feminine.
And god I didn’t know what to think of that.