Ying liked the sexy secretary look she’d given Richard, it should help him better understand a woman’s perspective in the workplace but she suddenly realized that as an experienced manager with years of practice telling people what to do and controlling meetings as top dog, even with his superficial reduction in physical and social standing, it might not hit home enough for him to properly understand.
Before they left the room, Ying decided that Richard should have a woman's emotions now and a tendency to subservience consistent with years of working as a low level secretary trying to establish herself, along with an accompanying light touch of fear when admonished. “This be fun, Richard see what it like for woman,” Ying told herself. “Oh, and Richard now reflexively responds to name of Courtney,” Ying silently declared.
“Don’t forget your bag Courtney,” Ying reminded.
“I have my bag. Are we going or not,” Richard bitched in a distinctly feminine voice.
“Right behind you Courtney,” Ying laughed, mentally commanding Courtney’s voice a bit higher and her boobs a half cup larger as they left.