You nervously tap the option labeled 'Template: Slutty Secretary," anxiously anticipating the results. You're slightly disappointed when nothing
happens, but just then a ray of pink light shines down on you.
You watch as everything in the room turns pink, and then the transformation begins in earnest. The first noticeable change is your hair, as it
lengthens and turns a brown color. But just as quickly as it plummeted to your back, it winds itself back up into a tight bun, with a few strands
hanging over your eyes seductively. Your eyes of course noticeably changed and are now an unnatural light blue. Almost mesmerizing. You're
lost in your own reflection and when you try to touch your face, you notice your now elongated nails, perfectly manicured.
You shrink a few inches as the gender change hits, but quickly gain them back through your three inch heels. Your skinless legs are covered
by silky pantyhose, giving them a lustrous sheen. You giggle, as your hands slide down them. It feels so good. . .
And then your butt soars above your head as you shriek in pain. Your butt gains a little size, and now jiggles seductively with each step. It'd
be quite attractive to a male. . .
As you turn to the mirror to gain a more accurate perspective on your new appearance, you notice the sway that accompanies your hourglass
hips. You're naked, except for a pair of black lace panties, the silk hose, and the three inch heels. But then a bra starts to appear on your
chest, and your nipples harden. The soft fabric of the matching lace bra, cradles your emerging breasts, which grow to massive proportions.
They jiggle rhythmically with your heart-shaped ass, enough to ensure that you'll get any raise before that overly conservative Stacey. But then
again, if Stacey would let you take her clubbing, she wouldn't be that different from you. You might try that later.
A tight white shirt with a long v-neck falls onto your shoulders, and you button it, leaving just enough room to redirect wandering eyes to
where you want them. You leave it slightly loose and poofy, which is an excellent look alongside your new skin-tight black skirt. The skirt
follows every curve of your perfect posterior, something that makes you even more courageous. "Rawr..." you think to yourself.
You stand up, and confidently stride out of the room, with your butt swaying seductively behind you. . .
Who do you work for?