Jasmine Daniels paced back and forth across the
floor of her office fighting back a rising tide of panic.
She isn’t normally a nervous person, she likes to think
of herself as a calm rational person
this kind of agitation is not like her at all. That’s the
problem of course she isn’t normally any of
the things she is now, not nervous, not pacing and
most of all not Jasmine Daniels. Normally,
until just about an hour ago, “she” was the supremely
self confident and very male Joe Daniels. Pacing
isn't helping each step is just another reminder of her
predicament every time her high heels click against
the wooden floor or her skirt brushes against her bare
thigh or some unfamilier part of her new anqtomy
jiggles
or sways she shudders. Finaly she forces herself to
stop leaning against her desk running through her
false
memorys of the morning's events for the thousth
time.
Everything had been normal, arriving at work,
anwering his mail, briefing the newly promoted Dave
Jones on his
new dutys then a particular sucsessful inter
departmental meeting, although now he thought
about it he couldn't
quite pin down quite what had been so good about it
it just seemed... enjoyable? Satisfing? Well what ever
certainly
nothing out of the ordinairy had occured until he had
returned to his office where he had found a strange
silver coin.
Idely toying with it whilst watching his plain dumpy
secatary working he had wished that there was a hot
redhead in
his office one that was sexualy voracious but
hopelessly submissive to men. Responding to his idel
fantasy the coin
had glowed brightly before disappearing leaving Joe
writhing on the floor as a dramatic transformation
swept over
his body. His flesh twists and flows reshaping his
body until he has become the image of the busty
redhead of his dreams.
Even his mind changes, flipping his sense of gender
identity to female, altering his sexuality to bisexual
and
modifying his domineering personality to a meekly
submissive mind set until Jasmine Daniels is left
lying trembling
and confused on the floor of her office.
Even as she struggles to absorb what has happened
to her the phone rings and a voice she recognised as
her subordinate Dave Jones tells her that he his her
master now and that if she doesn't want everyone to
know
about her transformation from man's man to girly girl
she had better get her shapely behind to Dave's office
right now.
Which leads her back to the cause of her pacing and
her uncharacteristic indecision, what should she do?