Taking a deep breath before going into the Congressman's office, Rebecca was admittedly a bit nervous. Her...employer's temper had always been a problem, one which often made her question why she'd taken a position in his office. But shouldn't she have been more upset with his conservative and overtly homophobic values?
Below Rebecca's admittedly thick waist and unseen due to her current mental confusion, the dark blue slacks she wore were beginning to creep up her legs, fusing into a single tube and leaving behind smooth skin and toned muscles. Her brown flats had grown darker still, the leather taking on a distinct shine as rising heels began stretching them into an arch. She subconsciously adjusted her posture, standing up taller by several inches as her height started to move past her previous 5 and a half feet.
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Releasing the held breath and her confusion over her boss's ethics and politics, Becca opened the door and stepped inside the office. As the smart watch on her left turned black and downgraded into a regular but expensive watch, she moved across the carpeted floor, pausing near a plush leather couch that sat in front a bookcase. Her now black leather pencil skirt was pulled tighter by the swelling and rounding of her buttocks, as she leaned back on the furniture trying to remember why she'd come in here. She'd wanted to talk to the Congressman, but about what exactly?
For his part, Representative Sewell was a bit distracted by some video that just popped up on his Cisdroid phone. He might not have had much tolerance for all those damned apps the younger generation, but even he knew that he needed to stay connected online by some means. Besides, the smart device had been a gift from his wife on the occasion of the last anniversary...
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Outside of the inner office, more changes to the furnishings were occuring. A desk had risen up just off to the left of the door, with a computer and a hardline phone following suite. An older style of intercom wrenched out of its surface, a slight whine of static discharged from its speaker as a wire snaked out of it and down into the floor, connecting it to a twin that now rested on Congressman Sewell's desk.
Other little personal touches manifested on the forming secretary's desk. Like a bouquet of red roses with a card signed 'From Jefferson" that dropped with a slight rustle. Framed photos rose up, showing a blonde and busty woman posing with various important persons...
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Back inside, Becka adjusted the black silk blouse that clung tighly to her torso. Her previously heavier body had thinned out, but some of its weight had surged into her chest, leaving her with a rather bountiful bit of cleavage. The wide belt that cinched across her tight belly helped emphasize her obviously braless state, as her attention was suddenly turned back towards the door to the office. The confusion in her head was beginning to clear, her memories of being a campaign manager subsumed by a more tradtional career for a woman like herself, that of an executive secretary.
Across her thin fingers, a number of shiny rings twisted into place, the gemstones shining in the light coming from the window behind the Congressman's desk. Her once short nails were longer and adorned with a muted gold polish that almost matched the gold chain that encircled her slender neck. A swishing tail of pale blonde hair drapped over her shoulder, as her lips began to plump up with reddish lipstick into a perfect pout. About a decade was now vanishing from her once chubby face as high cheekbones and wide eyes of darkening brown come forward. Once oily skin smoothed out as she unconciously bit her lower lip, her thoughts of that man...Jeff..erson?
The muddle of her once-lesbian mind might have continued to fight against the growing attraction of men she was feeling but the voice of Representative Sewell suddenly cut through the mental noise. She looked at the older but very-well built politician with new hungry eyes.
"Ms. Perkins, is there something I can help you with?"
"I just wanted to remind that you have a dinner meeting with Carter Stanwyck and his wife this evening, sir."
Her voice was light more airy, the old rougher tone gone now. She smiled at her boss, making sure he got a good look at her chest, pleased at his lingering gaze. He may have been a married man, but that didn't mean she could tease him a little.
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Back out on the secretary desk, a shiny nameplate rose up, declaring that this was now where Becky Perkins worked. But who else was now working in the Congressman's offices?