He stepped into the hallway and almost ran into Cheryl, one of the accountants. He was just about chest high to her now and she had quite a chest to look at as well. Her dress showed off a tasteful amount of cleavage. Dave tried to keep his eyes focused on her face, though.
"Oh, sorry, Dave," she said as she side stepped him. "I shouldn't be rushing so much."
"No problem," he said, half wincing at his childish voice, but she showed no surprise at hearing him talk. "I guess I was rushing a bit too."
"Well, see you at the staff meeting later," she said and smiled. Then, her smile dropped and she said ",Oh," as if she had just realized something. Dave winced clutching the pen tightly, ready for her to call him out on being too young. "I'll have that report ready for you before the meeting so that you can look it over. Don't worry. I didn't forget." Although, from the way she said it, it appeared that she probably had forgotten to work on it.
Dave relaxed. "Great," he said. "Just drop it off with my secretary. I'll make sure Janet gets it to me when you're done."
"I will. She'll get it soon. See you later," she said and forced a smile. Then, she turned and hurried on her way to her desk, probably to rush her report to completion.
Dave smiled. It was amusing to think of Cheryl, a grown woman, getting nervous about finishing a report for 9-year-old boy.
He walked over to Janet's desk. Even sitting down his giant, muscular secretary was taller than him. He called her name and she turned to face him showing no surprise at seeing him so much younger. "Yes? How can I help you?" she asked.
He ogled her naked muscular body as he said, "Cheryl will be dropping off a report with you in a little while. Make sure it gets to me as soon as you get it."
"Yes, sir," she replied. "That's no problem. I'll keep an eye out for it."
He nodded, and she turned back to her computer and continued working as if this was all business as usual. Everything was different, yet nobody noticed. It was amazing.
He smiled as he walked back to his office. The cubicle walls near him were taller than him. Everyone else in the office was taller than him for that matter, even the shortest woman working there. And, yet, he was a respected manager there. It was mind-blowing. All of these grown people working for him had to take orders from someone who looked and sounded like a little kid. He wondered how they had adjusted to the situation. Had they resented him for having so much power while being so small and weak physically? Had the middle-aged workers chaffed at being ordered around by someone who looked young enough to be one of their own grandchildren? Cheryl had seemed a bit scared of him. He must have proven his worth and demonstrated his willingness to hold people accountable for their work or else she wouldn't have cared.
Forget large and in charge. Small and running it all was just fine.
He got to his desk and hopped up on his booster seat. Yep, his little feet didn't touch the ground. He let them swing and dangle for a moment. "Cool," he said. Smirking mischievously, he grabbed the desk and spun his chair around a few times. "This is awesome!" he declared, giggling like mad.
Just then, there was a knock at his door.