"Ms Lyon? Ms Lyon?"
Claire blinked. Her arms and pelvis felt like they were on fire. Otherwise she felt chilled, sticky, and was apparently lying naked on her office floor. She hissed as she rolled over, her back hurt almost as much as her wrists and biceps.
"Ms Lyon? Are you okay? I'm going to call officer Mays."
Claire levered herself upright and slapped her intercom button.
"Give me a minute Shirley, I was napping." She fought to keep from panting at the pain.
"Oh! I'm sorry, it's just. The counselor is finished with those girls, and I know you prefer to give the Speech yourself--"
"Yes! Shirley, tell her I'll be there in a few minutes, and not to start without me."
Claire released the intercom and stepped into the small washroom attached to her office. Some hot water, soap, and a few aspirin and she was as ready as she was going to be. She grimaced as she studied the rug burns on her shoulder blades in the mirror. No way to reach them, and she certainly didn't want Shirley seeing them. She found her clothes and conducted a quick mental inventory. The compulsion she'd felt to masturbate was gone, or at least subsided, and she didn't appear to have any wayward impulses. The cool silk of her blouse was sticking to the abrasions on her back. She'd have to head over to Danvers anyway to have her curse examined, and could have them treated there. She could put up with the pain until then. She gingerly pulled on her suit jacket and stepped out of her office.
"Ms Lyon? Oh!" Shirley stared goggle-eyed at her boss. She'd always looked decent for a woman her age, but now she looked stunning! No wonder that cute young officer Mays had walked into the door frame on his way out earlier.
"She curs--"
"Shirley! Not one word more." Claire sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Yes, I look different. No, Miss Smith did not curse me. No I do not know who has the curse now, and if I hear one word of gossip coming out of your mouth I will not hesitate to cite you for unprofessional behavior. Am I clear?"
"Crystal clear ma'am."
Shirley watched her boss march out of the office, noting first that Ms Lyon had about the most grab-able butt she's ever seen on a woman, and second that she seemed to be walking a bit tenderly. Shirley got up and stuck her head into Claire's office.
"Whew!" Shirley closed the door and hurried to her phone.
"Phil? When you're done in the locker room I have a discrete clean up and sanitizing for you. Just bring your gear to the main office, thanks."
Shirley sat behind her desk and tried to keep her mind on her work. So what if her boss's office smelled so strongly of sex that she'd gotten turned on just catching a brief whiff. So what if her boss had become the most stunningly beautiful woman Shirley had ever seen? So what if she couldn't get the memory of that shapely ass suppressed, so what if she just wanted to sneak into the supply room and--
Shirley gasped and opened her eyes as she felt a cool mist settling on her face and hands.
"That do ye, or ye need somethin' stronger?" Phil the janitor hung his spray bottle back on his cart and grinned toothlessly at her.
Shirley blew out a breath. "I'm fine, do what you can for the office." She gestured over her shoulder with her thumb.
"Sure sure, nothin' to it."
Shirley did a double-take as Phil pushed his cart past her. She was certain she'd seen something golden gleaming in his silvery hair.
"Must have been a trick of the light." she muttered.