As soon as I walked out of my old office and the imposter 'Dave' shut the door behind me, the initial shock of becoming Janet wore of. And that was precisely the moment when I realized the mistake I made.
I could not think of a good reason for writing down what I just wrote down. Curiosity? Maybe. But how could I be stupid enough to leave my own body?! Not only leave it but leave it with probably the most powerful item humanity has ever seen...
That was also the moment I fully realized that now I had a body of a woman. Well, a girl to be fair, Janet was only 18. On the other hand there were those tits... As I looked down I could see them stretching the pink tube top I was now wearing. They stuck at least 3 inches away from my chest so that I could not see what shoes I was wearing, not unless I bent forward which I did not intend to do at that point. In general moving was something I wanted to avoid then, mostly because it let me experience those breasts. I was surprised that I could not feel their weight - that probably had something to do with me writing down that Janet's breasts don't cause her any physical problems. I could feel them wobbling slightly though. Wobbling as I shuddered upon realizing my predicament.
I tried to walk to Janet's station as smoothly as possible but as much as I tried not to think about the two mounds of jell-o on my chest, it was impossible to ignore how my new nipples hurt as they poked through the fabric of my top. I knew they probably poked out, size of pea-seeds. I dared not to look. As I walked across the office space I also noticed how weird everything looked from Janet's lower point of view. The desks looked bigger for once. I tried to remember how my old body looked from this height but because of the shock I could not remember a thing from before a couple minutes ago..
When I finally approached Janet's desk, I sat down as gently as possible and I laid down my hands on my lap.
I just stared into void for good minute or so before I moved.
My new delicate hands slowly traced the sides of my torso. I made Janet Japanese and, god knows, I was petite. My hips were very slim - a typical Asian feature. My waist was even thinner though. I suspected that in my real body I could probably grab Janet in her waist and have my hand's fingers almost touching as they would circle it.
Then my hands went up, on purpose avoiding the breasts, and touched my face. I could feel my nose was very small and that I had eyes typical for a Japanese woman.
I noticed a woman in the office was staring at me. It must have looked strange what I was doing - feeling my face. So I just pretended I was going to stretch. I raised my arms up feeling how my boobs flatten pulled by the skin. This was a mistake.
I tried to think of all the damage. Maybe then I could come up with some plan how to get out of this crazy situation. Well, firstly, I was in the body of my secretary Janet, which I have earlier turned into a petite Japanese 18-year-old with a pair of G-cup breasts. So far so good. Not. I also made her get horny five times quicker than a normal woman would. That's fine. In my mood getting horny was the last thing that would come to my mind. Then I remembered that I made my old body extra promiscuous. Oh, and also I made Janet's body unable to disobey 'Dave's order. Great. I really needed to get out of there, pronto.
I thought that if I only slipped unnoticed to the water dispenser I could...
But then I heard my old voice.
Yes, it was calling me into the office. My body didn't care that I shouted inside, it was made to obey 'Dave' and so it did.
I stood up and started walking back towards my old office feeling how with each step my weightless breast wobble in my pink top...