"There's a kid in your office," he said.
Marcia opened her door, already knowing what to expect. Blake turned to face her, smiling slightly. "Holy shit," he whispered as she shut the door, "I scent tracked you here. What...what the fuck is happening?"
Marcia flushed slightly, feeling a wetness building between her thighs. She softly locked the door behind her, not wanting anyone to notice what she was doing. "You're special, Blake," she simply said, peeling off her jacket, tossing it to the floor.
"i...I don't understand what's going on, Miss Caldwell...something's happening...and I don't understand," Blake said, looking a bit worried.
"I'm not sure that I do either, Blake," said Marcia, unbuttoning her shirt,tossing it to the floor as well.
"Miss Caldwell...I...I...when I get aroused..I...change..You...you..shouldn't..." Blake said, his eyes flaring amber. Blake was beginning to shudder in the chair, struggling to stop the change from happening.
Marcia couldn't stop herself. Almost automatically, she removed her skirt, now standing in only her black lace bra and panties in front of the boy. She leaned into the chair, pushing her breasts against his face, whispering into his ear, "Shouldn't what?" As she ran her hand against his crotch.