A thought crept into Dave's mind. Laura had really seemed to enjoy the way she had been used by him during the meeting. How would it be to try sex from the other side, both as a woman and maybe as the one being controlled? At first, he dismissed it, but as he sat there pondering, the curiosity - and surprisingly, a bit of arousal at the thought - got too strong, and he wrote:
"Dave is now Danielle, Joe's personal secretary, a petite, lithe girl of 21 years. In addition to being his secretary, Danielle is also Joe's BDSM slave, and Joe enjoys using her and toying with her submissive nature whenever he has the chance. Danielle obviously enjoys this, especially when he humiliates her."
By the time Dave was halfway through the text, he could already feel the changes creeping over him. The first thing he noticed was how his clothes were changing. His socks creeping up his legs, stopping above the knees. His pants fusing, turning into a business skirt. He could feel his boxer briefs shrink as his equipment down there did the same, finally slipping in between his - no, her, she realized - ass cheeks to become a very tiny thong. Suddenly, something expanded into her ass, and she gave a little yelp of pain. A butt plug? That pervert Joe was having her wear a butt plug? The fact aroused her a little.
As all these changes happened, the room around her had seemed to grow larger, and suddenly it all went blurry. When Danielle regained focus, she saw that she sat in front of a much smaller desk in the anteroom to Joe's office. The room was nicely decorated, though she made a note that several of the items could be used for some... alternative purposes. Over by one wall hang a full-length mirror, and she decided to go over to it to see how she now looked.
Looking at herself, she realized that she really was petite. Even in her high heels - which, she realized, she had not noticed she was wearing until she looked herself in the mirror - she couldn't be many inches above 5". The shoes were really high heels as well, her tiny feet stuck in a ballet position inside them, and there were straps on them, connected to a small lock, so that she could not remove them herself. Stocking-covered legs ran up to the hem of her skirt, which to her surprise was quite long, going past the knees, but quite tight-sitting. The skirt helped getting out what small curves she had, ending in a broad belt around her waist. Looking just a little bit more up, she realized she was not wearing a bra. Through the fabric of her blouse, she could easily see her nipples standing to attention. Around her neck was a thin leather collar, decorated so as to look as a fashion accessory but still having a small ring in front.
Danielle stood there for a while, imagining all the things that could be done to this body, until she was suddenly shaken out of her fantasies by a sudden sound.