When his alarm went off, Richard sat up in the lacy canopy bed and looked around in groggy confusion. Remembering that he’d ended up in the femininely decorated bedroom, the rest of yesterday’s memories came flooding in. In a panic, Richard began feeling himself and looking around. “Was it a dream,” he mumbled to himself. “It was definitely not a dream!” Relieved that everything felt and looked normal, Richard headed tentatively into the bathroom for his morning ablutions, vaguely concerned about what he might find. The full length mirror image looked normal and as near as he could tell he was back to his normal height.
“You sleep late. I already order breakfast for both,” Ying declared from the dining area when Richard came out of his bedroom.
“Seriously, you’re going to pretend yesterday didn’t happen?”
“Not pretending. Yesterday was fun. You have fun.”
Richard wasn’t quite sure whether Ying was asking or telling. “It was like nothing I’ve ever even fantasized about and I’m still trying to convince myself it actually happened and I’m not crazy but yes I had fun too, I think.”
“Good, eat breakfast quick, first session start soon.”
“There’s no rush,” Richard declared while eating what amounted to a classic full English breakfast. “Today is nothing but breakout sessions. I didn’t see anything of interest. We can blow off the breakout sessions.”
“No. I want attend WITWP,” Ying said pronouncing it as “wit wip”.
“What is “wit wip”? I didn’t see anything of interest on today’s schedule.”
“ WITWP … Women in the Workplace. It right there in number one place.”
“No way in hell am I attending that! It’ll just be a bunch of screetchy women bitching about men. If you want to attend, go ahead.”
“It more important for men to learn. Women already know,” Ying insisted.
“Absolutely not,” Richard said standing to his now full height. “If you want to go, knock yourself out.”
“That maybe good idea. I knock you up?”
Richard laughed at Ying’s misunderstanding of the idiom. “No it’s not — ,” he started to say when the room suddenly grew larger.
“I think you be five foot two, help you learn what workplace like for women. No just five feet, you learn faster. In fact not quite five feet, You be four eleven and a quarter. Close enough you can claim to be five feet, but you not.”
“What the hell Ying? This just makes it worse. I’m not about to go anywhere as a five foot man!”
“Not five foot, four eleven,” Ying corrected with a smirk. “Would be fun you being short man, but that not point. You need to participate and learn, that why you be perfectly normal woman.”
“Whaaa ...eeeep! What did you do,” Richard demanded in a high female voice. “Stop playing games and fix me, I’m not going anywhere like this.”
“No game, not done yet. Make nice professional outfit, like secretary. Pantyhose so you not show seams. Grey mid‑thigh tight pencil skirt for your nice round butt, also you learn need to sit carefully. Matching grey three quarter sleeve jacket. Not like man jacket, it cinched in narrow at the waist with one button and flares out over wide hips but cut so round butt displayed. Lapels are narrow and only cover half of breast on the way down to the one button. Light blue blouse compliments gray jacket and properly modest, top most blouse button barely exposes swell of breasts and hint of cleavage.”
Richard instantly found himself dressed like a television fictional stereotypical secretary. Everything was covered, mostly, but everything was tight.
“That not right,” Ying said pondering.
“No it’s not right,” Richard agreed with relief.
“You too flat, need push‑up bra. You pretty petite so I think just C‑cup.”
“Iiiee,” Richard cried out shrilly as his chest ballooned outward. “What the hell,” Richard squealed grabbing what felt like huge boobs with his small hands.
“Almost right, but too short. I bring you up to almost five six.”
Richard felt a moment of small relief as he grew several inches taller but that relief was dashed when he realized that he was now locked onto his toes wearing heels. Pressing his boobs in so he could see better, Richard bent forward, sticking his round butt way out, and looked down to see that he was now wearing striking emerald green platform stilettos. “This isn’t taller, you just put me in ridiculous heels, heels that I couldn’t walk in even if I wanted.”
“You look good, anyone see you know you important person’s secretary. You now walk fine.”
“I’m a manager not a secretary,” Richard whined.
“You secretary for today, let’s see you walk.”
“No! I refuse to go out like this,” Richard shrilled, unconsciously stamping his little heeled foot in a display of feminine pique.
“Okay, you stay here if you want. I probably be back before you fully effaced.” Ying declared smugly.
“What are you … WHAAAaaaaa iiiiiiii eeeeeee,” Richard started to say when his clothes changed to a sundress, he dropped down to his bare feet, and his abdomen ballooned out to to the point that it looked like he had a watermelon inside only heavier. Almost incidental to the huge heavy belly, his breasts grew substantially larger, heavier, and tight.
“That good idea you had, I knock you up. You forty weeks and overdue but is okay, you start labor. I be back after WITWP.”
“You can’t aaannnnt aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh,” Richard started to say when the first contraction hit him. “You can’t leave me like this,” Richard pleaded.
“It not a big deal, women all over world do this all time. Stop whining and act like a woman,” Ying reprimanded.
“Okay, okay you win, I’ll go to your WITWP thing just undo this,” Richard bargained. He watched Ying smile a little smile of victory and suddenly he was back in the secretary outfit and locked onto his toes with a svelte little figure once again. “Wait a minute … this isn’t right,” Richard said poking at his substantially larger and jigglier breasts.”
“You give me good idea for women in the workplace. You lactating but empty now, need to pump milk later as you fill and tighten.”
“What!” Suddenly Richard had a moderate size purse/bag on his shoulder.
“Woman’s clothes not have pockets. I give you purse with everything you need, including pump.”
“Why are you doing this to me, I agreed to go?”
“Too late, need to go now,” Ying said gesturing for Richard to precede her out the door. Ying smiled again to see that Richard didn’t think twice about walking as she watched him sexily strut his heels with each foot placed nearly inline with the preceding foot, his ass swaying with each abbreviated stride he was restricted to in his tight skirt.