He sighed heavily as he stepped through the doors to his work. This was, formerly, Malcom's Massages, but that
name didn't really fit anymore. It all started when his wife discovered he was cheating on her with one of his
customers. Sasha had been such a beauty, he had been ashamed when he finally confessed to Aryan, but he would
have lied if he said he hadn't enjoyed it. She stormed out in blind rage and didn't return for a week. Just
when he thought he would never see her again, she appeared on his doorstep and flung some kind of liquid over
him. At first he was afraid it was acid, but then he blacked out, and when he awoke he found himself laid out
on the lounge, a small bag sitting on the floor waiting for him and a note.
Before he could read the note he noticed that something was very wrong. Something heavy was weighing down his
chest, and he could see a short lock of bleach blonde hair in he corner of his eye. Gently reaching up with
his hands, he grabbed the two large globes on his chest and gasped at the strange, but not unpleasant,
sensation that passed through his body. Leaping to his feet and running to the bathroom, he couldn't help but
notice his new breasts bouncing and jiggling uncontrollably. He skidded to a halt before the mirror and almost
fainted. Standing there staring back at him with his own shocked look on her face, was a stunning, voluptuous
woman.
Her shocked, plump lips parted to form a perfect 'O', her hair was platinum blonde and cut short so that it
ended halfway down her neck. Her breasts were large and perky, he imagined she would make a great titty-fuck.
Below them her waist narrowed before widening into womanly hips, supporting a cushiony backside. He saw the
way her tight jean shorts hugged her flat crotch and knew it was enough to make him hard, or it would have.
Her fair legs extended from the shorts like smooth, hairless trunks, with just enough muscular definition to
show that she maintains them with a bit of exercise.
"Fuck me." He whispered, but heard a soft, feminine voice in his place.
In a half stunned state, he walked slowly back to the lounge room and picked up the note.
"Good morning, Maddy, I hope you're feeling nice and refreshed, you will need to be. I apologize if I
frightened you, but that pig of a man, Malcom, had to go. He was an insult to all men and would have only
brought more pain on the next unfortunate woman to fall for him. I made you just the way you like though,
short blonde hair, big bosoms? I hope you enjoy it. I also took the liberty of renaming your business to
'Maddison's Massages', it seemed more fitting. The grand reopening is today, your first customer is scheduled
for 11am. Oh, and I'm sure the uniforms I made up for your business will draw much more crowds. I left a bag
of things for you to take, anything to help out a fellow woman left in the wake of a cheating man, but I would
kindly ask for you to get the fuck out of my house before I get home.
P.S. Don't miss your first customer! This business is all you have now."
"Fuck me sideways." He swore, thinking how sexy it sounded. It was then that he realized that he was already
wearing the uniform Aryan wrote of, though he wasn't too happy about it. It was a silky silver blouse that
stopped just below his belly button, but there were only the three bottom buttons - the rest had all been
removed, leaving his ample, fleshy cleavage there for all to see. Embroidered over his heart were the words,
in silver thread, "Maddison's Massage" and below that, in gold thread, "Maddy". Looking up at the clock he saw
the it was already 10:30. It would take him twenty minutes to get to work. As much as he loathed the idea of
going to work, Aryan was right - was all he had. With that he grabbed the small bag and walked to his car.