Jen pulled her chair as close to her desk as she could just as Matthew strode into the room. Her nude lower half hidden from view beneath her desk, her heart was beating at a million miles an hour and she squeaked in uncontrollable nervousness. She couldn’t believe she was sitting here bottomless, she could be discovered at any second.
“Jen, I need you to look these over” Matthew said as he closed the door and crossed her office, sitting in the chair opposite and passing her a pile of papers across her desk.
Jen didn’t move but looked at the papers with wide eyes, shivering and unable to move she was desperately trying to compose herself.
“Are you alright?” Matthew asked slowly, “You look a little flustered…”
Jen shook her head and took the papers, coughing professionally and adjusting herself in her seat. He would never believe she had just been visited by a Faerie that had stolen her skirt and panties and disappeared into thin air... it was insane... “Fine!” She blurted out, “I mean…I’m… I’m fine… what do you need me to look at?”
Matthew started explaining the details of the files, while Jen listened and read as best she could, continuing to try and look and act normally despite her lack of clothes from the waist down. The longer they sat there the more and more aware Jen became of the feel of her leather seat against her ass, when she moved slightly to reach something on Matthew’s side of the table she had to quietly shiver at the sensation of her bare skin being pulled and tugged as it unstuck from the slick leather.
After a while Jen was starting to calm down and was able to actually be productive in their conversation, even as she started to forget about how risky this all was her mind continued to remind her of how insane it was that there was a fairy after her… of how her pussy felt exposed to the air beneath her desk…
After half an hour of talking over the files Jen found herself absent-mindedly trying to get her feet free from her new higher heels. Matthew had stood up and pacing back and forth, which meant his attention, was off of her. Jen managed to slip the spiked stiletto heel of one shoe between her foot and the other shoe, but nothing she did would make them budge. Worse still, when she reached down to try and remove one with her hands, her earlier suspicions were confirmed.
The second her hand was within an inch of her shoes she felt the heels slowly growing again. She withdrew her hand quickly, she was stuck wearing what were now 6 inch stilettos and she reasoned any attempt to remove them would just make them even harder to walk in. She owned shoes with heels this high, but would never wear them to work, now she was stuck with them… and no skirt or panties… She made sure she was still pulled tight against her desk and re-composed herself.
Matthew stopped pacing and looked at her; he had been talking the entire time. “… Don’t you think?” He asked. Jen, now flustered again simply nodded as he continued to talk to her…. But Jen wasn’t listening … instead Jens eyes were being drawn to what was behind her boss’ back…