Not wanting to keep her new master waiting Danielle (formerly Dave) scoops up a notepad and and
an extra (non-magical) pen and hurries into Joe's office swinging her hips and making her heels
click on the hardwood floor as if she has been a woman her whole life. Joe Daniels watches her
walk across the room enjoying the way her small breast move under her blouse, Danielle can't
help but notice and feel self conscious she finds herself unable to meet Joe's eye stumbling a
little she quickly crosses the room and sits across the desk from him face flushed and eyes
downcast.
Joe is all business dictating memos and demanding updates on various ongoing projects before
running through his appointments for the next couple of days. Danielle is surprised to find
she is a very good secretary, taking shorthand notes and answering his questions without
really having to think about it but as the meeting goes on she becomes increasingly distracted
by her new body.
It's weird she thinks how completely comfortable she feels as a woman not just physically but
mentally and emotionally. She remembers being Dave, what he thought and did but she can't
really relate to him. She thinks about having a dick and it makes her feel a little sick and
she thinks about hatting Joe and for the life of her she can't understand why her old self
disliked him so much. Her mind wanders thinking about Joe, how intelligent and strong and
commanding he is, she shifts in her chair pressing the butt plug further into her making her
nipples tighten, day dreaming about him touching her.
"Miss Jones" Joe breaks her reverie "If it's not too much trouble can I have your full
attention."
He looms over her making her feel very small and vulnerable.
"I... I'm sorry master" she stammers "You see I found this pen and...."
"Spare me your excuses. You were thinking about sex weren't you? Don't deny it I can smell
your pussy from here."
Danielle blushes realizing he is right she can smell the musk of her own growing arousal, she
presses her legs together trying to regain some self control but it is useless her body responds
to Joe's physical presence and commanding voice despite her best efforts to control herself.
She mutters another apology and waits relishing the delicious frisson of fear and anticipation
while Joe decides on a suitable punishment for her.
Joe watches her enjoying the moment, she is almost trembling with excitement, he clears his
throat and tells her...