Dave stared after his arrogant boss and muttered to himself. He was glad to have the new promotion, but there was no way he was going to work for a son-of-a-bitch like that! After all, it seemed he had the power to change things any way he wanted...
Dave smiled down at the pen in his hand and wrote, "The meeting is changed from 12:30 to 2PM." No sooner had he stopped writing than he heard some electronic chirps just outside his door, followed by Daniels' muffled voice.
"What? 2PM? What kind of incompetent--well, alright. Call me if it changes again." Daniels appeared once more in his new office doorway and announced, "Change of plans. The meeting's at 2. Since we have a minute, I thought I would go over some of your new responsibilities." With that, he launched into a droning recitation of things Dave would have to take care of in his new role. It sounded a lot like his old job with more potential for blame if something went wrong or or anything happened that could make Daniels look bad.
Dave smirked and pretended to take notes. He wrote, "Joe Daniels will change into a voluptuous, long-haired, red-headed female version of himself over the next five minutes, but will not notice the change." Dave looked up to see that Joe's hair was already turning a deep, burnished shade of red.
"Now, about your increased quotas--" Joe coughed, then went on in a husky, alto pitch: "You will find that I expect you to do more, not less, even with your other new duties..." Even with a pleasing female voice the man was a bore, but Dave smiled as he watched his boss's dress shirt swell out as twin mounds grew over his pecs. His waist contracted and hips widened, making his formerly scrawy frame more hour-glass-shaped. Joe's breasts grew so quickly that his buttons were soon straining his shirt, so Dave hurriedly wrote: "Joe's clothes will change to fit his body as he changes." The shirt immediately tailored itself to match Joe's new waist and fuller chest, cupping his new cleavage nicely even if it did make his tie hang oddly over the growing shelf of his breasts.
"Are you paying attention?" Joe snapped in his sexy voice. He ran a hand through his rapidly growing hair in a very feminine gesture, tucking the curly red locks behind his ear. Joe's face was altering as well, thick, pouty lips plumping up as his eyes grew wider, the pupils changing from a muddy hazel to a clear, light green, perfectly complementing his new, lightly freckled complexion.
"Oh yes, sir," replied Dave. He tried his best to look innocent, but was not sure how well he was succeeding as he watched his boss's formerly flat ass swell out beneath his now-stretchy slacks. The front of Joe's pants suddenly went very flat and Dave realized the changes were complete. His boss was now a very sexy, curvy redhead, but seemed completely unaware of that fact!
Trying to look as though he was still taking notes, Dave added a few alterations, looking up to watch as Joe's masculine attire magically reshaped to better complement his new form. The awkwardly-resting maroon tie rapidly shrunk, becoming a silky, red scarf that slid up to caress his now-delicate neck, the ends draping down between the open collar of her crisp dress shirt. His slacks shortened even as the inseam dropped, smoothly forming a tight, gray skirt that hugged his new curves from waist to knees. Joe was still droning on as his whole form seemed to lift suddenly, and Dave leaned slightly forward just in time to see a pair of basic men's dress shoes reshape into sexy red stiletto's to match his scarf.
"So, any questions about what I expect from you?" asked Joe, tapping the toe of one pump as he finished his spiel and focused his green-eyes on Dave once more.
"No, ma'am, er... I mean sir!" he hastily corrected when Joe's expression morphed to offended at the slip. "I'm glad I was taking notes and I won't let you down. I'll just write down a few more things and then begin preparing for this afternoon's meeting."
Joe brushed his long hair back while nodding his head in approval. "See that you are ready, and remember: On time is really 5 minutes late!" He turned to leave, his attitude completely the same even if his body was now unrecognizable.
[[[ credit to the writer Circe whose 18-year-old branch was the inspiration / basis for this (more PG) revision ]]]