“Dave, perhaps you’d like to go next.”
With his pen poised over his paper and the moaning Troy squirming on the table right in front of him, Dave almost misses his boss’s invitation. Automatically, he nods, still eyeing his transformed coworker. Only when he stands up from his seat do the implications finally dawn on him, and he freezes. “Oh no,” he mutters.
“Is something wrong?” Joe asks pointedly. He is not one to be kept waiting.
Dave gulps. Too late to decline; he’d already stood up. It’s only until the meeting’s over, he reasons.
Slowly, he gathers up his papers and trudges to the front, bracing himself. As soon as he begins, he feels the changes come on. An itching on his scalp heralds the rapid growth of long hair that brightens to a fiery red as it tumbles to his swelling rear. His facial features soften and shift to give him a visage of radiant beauty with emerald eyes and puffy pink lips. The room grows a bit larger as he shrinks down to a petite 5’4” though his legs keep a good portion of their length while slimming down to a pleasing feminine shape. A pinched in waist and wider hips give him an hourglass figure, and his arms become delicate with dainty hands sporting light green painted nails.
His report falters a bit, partially due to his voice switching from manly to high and sultry mid-sentence and partially due to the breasts now inflating on his chest. Larger and larger they go until they pop the top few buttons off his shirt. Suddenly, he lets out a gasp as the last bit of his maleness sucks into his body to form her new female reproductive system.
The sensation brings her up onto her toes, allowing her shoes to reshape into heeled sandals. Her rumpled suit melts together and evaporates, leaving behind nothing more than a skimpy green thong bikini. At the same time, her hair styles itself into a mane of lush curls that manage to look both messy and perfect at the same time.
With her changes now finished, Dave forces herself through the closing statements of her report. Then, just as she finishes, she feels a wave of lust wash over her. Arching her back and closing her eyes, she moans loudly as her notes tumble forgotten to the floor, incidentally joining the scattered pages dropped by Troy. Said coworker echoes her moan from the table, triggering another impulse within Dave. Quickly, she steps forward and slides onto the conference table beside the other girl and pulls her into a kiss.
Joe Daniels nods as if nothing is unusual. “Thank you for that report, Dave.”
Loud smacking noises and a needy whimper are the only reply.
The boss then turns to the next unsuspecting victim. “Bob, you go next.”