I don't know how he did it. I was sitting at my desk in my office mindlessly whittling away at the remaining reports for the week, when a massive wave of vertigo hit me. All at once my body felt like it was in a vise, and my muscles locked down. My heart took off its beating soaring to a crescendo, and my vision slowly dimmed to blackness as I caught a slight glimpse of long brunette hair.
Eyes snapping wide, I awoke and my heart was steady. I was sitting at Mike's the assistant’s desk. The office buzzed on as usual with phones ringing, and the old printer in the corner beeping erroneously.
Looking down I felt smaller, and pushing myself back against the desk I felt the strain of the effort in my arms. I found they did not have their usual biceps. They seemed much slenderer in my black suit coat. I was never a gym rat, actually quite skinny. Pushing aside my confusion a red rage began to flicker in my head. Just this morning Mike had taunted me saying that I was going to be his secretary by the end of the day.
From Mike’s office I heart his voice boom out “Come in here, and close the door”.
Immediately my body stood up from his chair, and I tottered the few meters into Mike's office. Surprisingly, I found I was wearing about 3 inch heels which was causing me to stumble and sway. My fury grew as more certain it was Mike that had done this. Whatever this was. We were both Senior Associates up for promotion at the firm. Last week I had nailed a large client down that would all but seal the promotion for me by Friday. The whole company was talking about it. My face was bright red, as I hoped no one had seen or noticed me in heels.
Finally, as I stumbled into his office, I saw he was shredding documents. Stepping forwards to the desk I see my name flash at the top of the documents. Quickly I stepped onto the desk to have a closer look.
Those were the client contracts I had just nailed last week. Mike was shredding them! I had worked hard on those briefs, and going back to the clients for more signatures would be embarrassing.
With an intake of air, I prepared my lungs to shout at Mike to stop. Before a single word passed my lips he had noticed me. Quick as a flash he had a hand up to my lips "SSSSHhhhh"
My throat was locked down. The breath of air I had inhaled wheezed out silently. It felt like my vocal cords were clipped. I brought a hand up to slap his finger still pressed against my lips away. I Pushed his hand down and continued to try to make a sound as Mike stood up. His face loomed closer to mine. I had never seen him this close. Closer and closer his face grew until he was millimeters away. Then I felt his lips lock with mine.
Shocked and surprised I pushed him back a second later. Creating a foot of space between our bodies. In a breathy tone he whispered "Don't resist ... Kiss me".
In sudden horror I leaned forward again with my body and felt his lips once again grind against mine.
Try as I might, I couldn't push him away. It wasn't that my newly changed form was too weak. My body was just not obeying me. Frantically, as I tried signaling my arms to push his form hugged me. His strong arm's pulled my body up, and I felt his hands on my ass. I felt so weak and insignificant compared to him. He was suddenly so much bigger than me. I didn’t think he has outsized me by this much.
This was a nightmare. I hated Mike for his antics at work. I wasn't gay, and had never thought he was attractive at all. Quite the opposite with his bald head. Suddenly I was pulled up and I felt my feet land against the office floor. It took me a moment to find my balance once again in these stupid heels. He had effortlessly picked me off the desk and set me up standing upright on the floor with my hands on the desk. I didn’t think he was that strong.
Gruffly he said, "Your name is Staci". His voice was so deep. Seeming to vibrate through my very core. My name was "Staci". NO. That is not my name. My name was "Staci", I was born with the name "Staci". Panic started to set in. I was sure Staci was not my name, but it seemed a fog had rolled in, and I found searing brand of "Staci" spelled out in my mind. I even remembered spelling it out on my badge on my orientation day here. Dotting the 'i' with a stupid heart. Panic enveloped me. How did he rewrite who I am?
"Look at yourself in my mirror Staci.”
My head whipped around to his office mirror. behind his desk. Confusion clouded my mind. I first saw Mike standing there, but against the desk was a skinny brunette. Her legs were only covered In very short short's which left the woman with the entirety of her legs exposed from her 3-inch heels all the way up to her pert ass. Beside her Mike positively loomed over her. I met her eyes. Underneath her smokey makeup her eyes were wide open in shock, and horror.
Forgetting I could not speak, my mouth opened to shout at her. In the mirror the ladies mouth opened too. I noticed now that her plumped lips were covered in a bit of smeared lipstick mimicking the same look my high school girlfriend had after we made out in the closet.
What had Mike done to me?
Jolted from the revelation about what had happened to my body. His voice once again boomed in my ear "Hold still, and hang on".
I had been staring at myself in the mirror for only 10 seconds. In that time Mike had not been idle. With a fearful quick glance, he had undone his pants zipper, and fished out his erect penis. It stood perpendicular to his body, the end almost brushing my legs. Inside my brain I was screaming as I tried to jump up, to fight, to run. My body ignored this command, as my hands tightened to grip the table fiercely. I felt his hands along my back rip my shorts down. With my shorts he had also caught my pink thong pulling it out between my ass.
I tensed as his voice once again vibrated through my very being "You are horny and wet for me Staci". Suddenly I felt an alien sensation in my crotch as warmth flooded to the area. I felt my blood pulse to my lower region, but Instead of an erection I only felt the air chilling my exposed crotch. My vulnerability became more apparent as the breeze blew briskly against my wetness. As more warmth flooded to my crotch, a warm dizzying haze overcame my head. In the mirror I saw the woman- me, exposed to the world unable to move. My eyes looked down to Mike's hard length. As my eyes touched it, my gaze locked on it. The haze was growing in my mind, and I felt a dribble of wetness running down my inner thigh. My breathing had started to become ragged, as my new body wound itself up.
With a squelch I saw and felt the head of Mike’s penis land against my crotch. With his slight pressure I felt my wet lips give in slightly to the head of his penis. With a sudden thrust I felt his dick enter in a hole I didn't have this morning. I exploded in pleasure as an empty void was filled. He penetrated into me and I felt him on the sides of my vagina as he thrust in and out. Sharp pain mixed in with pleasure as felt myself tear against him as he roughly pushed himself into my tight entrance. My body still locked against the desk I found my back arching involuntarily as my hands were clinched against the desk giving him leverage to keep pumping into me. Each thrust penetrating deeper and bringing more warmth and pleasure into my core burying the raw pain. I felt fully stretched around him. My vocal cords were still locked but my breath came and go loudly. Mike softly grunted in guttural tones.
"This is your new life Staci" mike said as he grunted against me "You are my secretary, tell me that I am in your master"
Automatically to my horror I felt my mouth start moving. Interrupted by his thrusts which caused my voice to pitch up higher than it's already breathy soprano " yOU.... are... my mASter."
As my voice died again, I felt him forcing my body against the desk and plunge in deeper inside. Holding me there, Inside I felt his dick twitch as he climaxed, and his seed added to my wetness. After a few shaky breaths, he finally withdrew. I felt his dick plop out of me with a pop. I let out a breath. The haze in my mind had not receded, I had not had any release, and I found my eyes straying back to Mike's length. My arm now free, it reached down to stroke at my pussy. Desperately my fingers tried to get release.
"Get dressed and get back to work now Staci, we'll have more fun later".
With that command I had no choice but to stop desperately fingering myself. Standing up straight my arms' reached down and pulled the underwear and shorts up my long smooth legs. The thong settling between my ass and I felt the small material get drenched as his seed and my wetness coated the material. On shaky legs I turned away and walked out.
I sat outside at his assistant's desk. The nametag on the desk read "Staci". My body and mind mindless started working on autopilot. My hips kept squirming around in my office chair as I felt my slippery thighs. Heat came to my checks as any of my former colleagues and peers approached me or walked into Mike's office. their noses twitching as the faint smell of sex wafts from me.