The new Dave (with Janet inside) smiled as he saw his secretary trying to get comfortable in her chair. He knew she must have felt something was off. He just wondered when Janet would realize that her hips had gotten wider than her shoulders...
Dave put the blinds in the window back on and went back to his desk. He sat down in his leather chair, his feet on the desk, his hands on the back of his neck. The smile was still on his face.
So far everything went exactly like he wanted. His secretary was now a young intern, slowly shaped to satisfy his desires. And he knew that with the last thing he's written down, soon Janet would come to his office begging to be fucked...
And yet something felt off. Something about the surroundings. It was the company he was used to working at and yet for his sexy secretary fantasy to be fulfilled one thing had to change.
Dave sat properly again and took the magic pen in his hand. He put it down to already half-full piece of paper and words begun to flow out of it.
"Our company and all the people working here exist in the 1950s like the one in the TV series Mad Men. Everyone's lives, clothes, hairstyles and memories reflect the fact that it's 50s now. Everyone's memories but mine and my intern secretary's. Even though she realizes that things have changed she doesn't freak out over it. The only thing that changes in her mind is that she knows how her job is supposed to be like in this time. And in the 50s, when women weren't quite emancipated yet, it was normal for secretaries to not just serve as some office help but also as creatures pleasant to look and and ready to provide their bosses with... Whatever they needed of them..."
As soon as he finished writing he felt he needed to close his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again his office had changed. There was no computer on his desk. There was just a bunch of documents and a pen. The desk itself and all the other furniture also changed to match those of the classy decade that already passed.
He stood up. His suit felt different, it was differently cut. He looked outside from the window. Cars on the street were only few and matched the ones he'd seen in a moto-museum.
"Amazing..." he whispered.
He turned back to face his office and saw it now hosted a full length mirror. He looked at himself and adjusted his tie.
"Now I look like a serious man of business!"
He smiled at the thought of being a man in the time when men were actually considered superior. He liked the idea of being intimidating...
Dave took the pen again and begun to write:
"Every time someone says that "I'm the boss" I will get one inch taller and my secretary will get one inch shorter and more petite."
He turned back to the mirror.
"Now that's so everyone knows I should be respected!" he said to himself "Who's the boss? I'm the boss!"
He smiled as he felt his spine stretching. to accommodate his growth...