The Talior and the Secetary
'Morning.' He said to his sectary 'Do I have any appointments.'
'Yes Mister Smith, the tailor is coming at 10.' She squeaked.
He liked the power he had over his subordinates, especially this young little secretary who quivered in his presence. He was the CEO of his own company and owned the whole building, three homes and a plane. Walking into his office, he sat at his desk in the knowledge that the most complex thing he'd be asked to do today would be to sign his name.
'Sir, the tailor is here. Will I show her through?' His comm chirped.
'Yes...' He paused trying to remember his minion's name, he failed and just let it go silent.
A tall woman walked into the office exuding confidence. She was wearing a grey trouser suit that was cut perfectly to her frame.
'Mister Smith I presume, my name is Amber.' She held out her hand for him to shake.
'Call me Dave.' He smiled at her. Was that attraction he saw in her eyes or revulsion, he wasn't sure. She began to walk around the desk, keeping it between them.
'This may take some time, Mister Smith. I am an artist, everything must be perfect or I can't in all consonance leave you today.' A cold smile spread across her face, with a chill going down his spine.
She first took his measurements, mumbling all the time.
'Hmmm, yes, that shouldn't take much.'
'Good shape.'
Mysteriously of all he could swear she once said 'this one could be fun'.
'Would you mind putting your suit jacket on the desk, I've got a waistcoat you might suit.' She smiled.
'Sure' He replied, doing as he was told.
She helped him put on the white waistcoat and he turned to a mirror that had appeared, as if by magic, next to the desk. This was when the world began to go really crazy.
The waistcoat began to twist, move and slowly pass through his shirt. He tried to pull at it to stop it constricting his body, but it was fixed there as if by glue. He tore of his shirt to see what the thing was doing to his body; it had turned into a white corset with light pink bows. He could feel and see his body being reformed into an hourglass. His chest began to swell, filling out the corset.
'Oh their growing well.' Amber spoke 'They might even be Fs. I've not managed Fs yet.'
He began to panic and pull and push at the top of the corset, as if to push his new breasts back into his body.
'Now now, shhhhh.' She purred 'Let it happen, there's nothing you can do now. Your going to be perfect, a work of art my dear.'
His chest had stopped swelling, now his waist started constricting again. His torso was becoming a curved perfect hourglass. Amber walked up behind him and pushed herself up against him.
'MMMMM, they do feel nice don't they?' She spoke softly as she ran her hands over his new corset encased body. 'Now I can't stand here all day, I've got more to do.'
With that she pulled at his trousers and the designated.
He stood there looking into the mirror, his torso that of a girl and the rest the body of a man. Amber was still behind him holding onto his hips, her hands pushed down. He felt his body shrink and his legs began to change. The hair burned off in an instant. His socks began to crawl up his now smooth legs, turning into stockings.
'Much better.' She grinned 'Now for those big arms of yours, you'll be much happier with little smooth ones.'
And with a brush of her hands on his shoulders the arms shortened and slimmed down while loosing their hair. His hands stretched, his nails became polished and long.
'Now, what shall we do with that face of yours?’ Amber mused, putting her hands over his face.
All he could see were her fingers. He began to panic again. What was happening? Why couldn't he resist? Why couldn't he move? Who was this woman?
'I'm changing you.'
'I told you not to.'
'Your a good girl who does as she is told.'
'I told you. I'm an artist. I was given you as a canvas and commission. Your a wonderful canvas'
'And yes, I'm inside your head now."
His mind screamed.
Amber drew back her hands, he couldn't look.
'Look!' Her voice echoed in his head.
He looked. In the mirror her saw a young woman's face, maybe 18 or 19. It was an innocent little face, pretty with blue eyes and a little button nose. Amber pulled at his hair and it grew long and brown, bouncing off his shoulders.
'Now the fun part.' Amber said allowed, licking her fingers.
Her hand crawled down into his boxers, turning them instantly into black panties. She began to stroke his manhood. As it got harder, it became smaller and smaller until it was gone. The pleasure however did not stop.
'Go on, let it out sweetie.' She purred.
A voice squealed out in pleasure. His new voice, a girl's voice.
'Now, what shall I do. Make you straight, gay, bi, addicted to some strange fetish. Or maybe I'll give you a job somewhere a stripper or a whore. Hmmm, your a work of art my dear and the world should see that, but maybe they all shouldn't get a piece. Hmm, I'll give you a life. You'll be a lot less powerful than you were, but you'll love being someone's little sub. I'm not going to tell you who's though. Maybe you like girls, maybe boys. You can find that out for yourself. But you’ll like this cute little ass being spanked, it’s far to perfect not to be.' She gave his little round girlish ass a spank. Inside he became excited and distinctly turned on.
Before he knew it Amber had bent him over the large desk in the middle of the room and began to spank him.
‘You’ve been a naughty little girl.’
WHACK
‘Pretending to be a boy all this time.’
WHACK
‘No more, my little girl.’
WHACK
‘Your going to be a good little sub from now on.’
WHACK
When it was over he stood and turned around and whispered 'what have you done to me?'
'I've created you. Now here put your clothes on my dear.' She handed him a short black skirt and white blouse.
The skirt barely covered his hips and the blouse couldn't fully button up, revealing his size F breasts.
'Well, no point hiding such works of genius.' Amber spoke, adjusting the blouse. 'Don't forget your name badge Dawn.'
Amber popped the badge onto his chest, drawing a little blood and with a pop Dawn was born.
'Sorry miss, I don't know where Mr White must be.' Dawn said.
'That's ok Miss Smith. I'll call again another day. You should get back to your desk, you had a crowd of admirers buzzing around you when I came in. '
student teacher New
Last week of placement in the school and soon he'd be back at uni to finish up and graduate.
'You'll have to do the detention on your own. Don't worry, your up to it and there's only one student. Half an hour of making her do extra work and let her go.' His supervisor said, almost dashing for the door.
'Sure.' He replied.
He picked up a clipboard on the door and glanced at it.
Student name: Sam Jones
Class: 6 B
Infringement: Inappropriate clothing
This school was pretty strict with their uniform he mused, from what he could recall his old school was a lot more relaxed. That or his teenage self just didn't notice how long girl's skirts were, just that they were attached to girls.
In the room he found a tall, slim teenage girl in what even his hormones were saying was inappropriate for a schoolgirl. She had knee high grey socks, a short black skirt that barely covered her hips, and shirt tied at the center showing her midriff and large cleave.
'Hello sir.' She smiled, her green eyes twinkling.
'Sam.' He replied, closing the door behind him.
'Sir, can I ask you something?' She played with her hair.
'What?' He replied sitting down.
'Do you think my uniform is inappropriate?' She smoothed what there was of her skirt.
'The rules say it is.' Sam answered, feeling the temperature going up.
'Ok, my skirt is a little short. But I'm not wearing my shirt like this out of choice. Look the buttons popped. This is better than showing the world my boobs. Could I get 5 min less for that?' She lent forward.
He tried not to think of those boobs, those magnificent breasts. 'Maybe, if you get down to your work.'
'I'm sure I can get down for you.' She smiled evilly.
She stood up then. She started walking forward, a predictor in her territory. Suddenly he felt powerless.
'Or maybe you'll be the one getting down.' She mounted him.
'You've been looking at me all week. I know you have. You want these tits don't you.' She slowly untied her shirt, letting her breasts fall free.
She slowly moved his mouth onto one of her nipples and he began to suckle on them. He could feel this girl's milk flow down his throat. It was warm and sweet, and felt wonderful.
'You'll be mine soon!' She spoke softly.
He tried to pull away as his body started to feel strange, but she was now more powerful than him and kept his mouth where it was. He could feel his hair growing longer and longer as his skin became as soft at Sam's.
'Mmmmm, a brunette!' Sam moaned.
Then Sam pushed him from her breast and onto the floor. He hit floor with a thud, feeling somehow lighter that he expected himself to be.
'You liked that didn't you bitch?' Sam spoke.
'DIDN'T YOU?' She slapped him.
'Y...y...yes!' He whimpered, his voice higher that it used to be.
His body was feeling strange. It was burbling and fizzing. His waist felt thinner and his legs exposed. A skirt was brushing against his smooth thighs and naked pelvis. He could feel his chest expanding and pushing against a soft shirt that would reveal what was under it.
'Let's see what else that mouth can do.' Sam straddled his face and pushed his face home. He could smell her womanhood in his face and taste it's sweetness. He licked and nibbled and bit at her in a frenzy of desire.
'Oh your good. Keep going bitch. Yes...YES!' Sam orgasmed.
'Get up.' Sam stood and pulled him up by his now long hair.
'Over the desk, face down.' She ordered.
He could feel his new breasts pushed against his body. The sensation was so sensual that he was turned on, he could feel it throughout his body and mind. He wanted to submit this girl and be her toy. He could feel whatever was now between his legs getting wet and a part of his mind was glad he hadn't worn panties today.
'Oh, aren't we naughty.' Sam spoke, she had pulled up his skirt.
Sam took her finger and began to rub at his new genitals. He could feel her fingers going up and down, then in and out. He began to softly moan while biting his lip to stop from screaming. As he came a soft squeak of pleasure escaped his lips.
'Lets see the clipboard.' Sam stood up and walked to his desk.
'Julie Smith, uniform infringement. Well everyone could your tits, and you probably let anyone lift that skirt. Time for your punishment.' Sam smiled.
He quivered, knowing somehow what was coming. Sam took out a thin cane from the desk. She smiled and started to go to work on him. She swung back her arm and brought down the cane on his naked ass. The first stung, the second stung more, the filth hurt, the tenth was agony, and finally the twentieth was excruciating, but they were all exquisitely sexual.
He lay there face down panting in passion. Sam walked around in front of him her breasts still exposed.
‘Well Julie, you have a choice now. Be a good girl who does as she is told, or go back to being a weak willed boy who didn’t see a trap when he walked into one.’ She presented her breasts to be suckled on.
He put his mouth forward on instinct and began to suckle at Sam’s other tit, feeling warm sweet milk go down his throat. He looked up to see Sam smiling down at him. He closed his eyes as he felt his skin tighten a little more, his breasts firm up and his face sofx00;ten further.
Julie opened up her eyes and removed her lips from Miss Jones breast.
‘Enjoy that Julie?’ Miss Jones asked.
‘Yes miss.’ Julie spoke softly.
‘If you behave, we can do it again.’ Miss Jones smiled.
‘We can?’ Julie spoke
‘You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?’ Miss Jones purred.
‘Yes miss.’ Whispered Julie lovingly.
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