Dave saw someone at the door as he spun by and grabbed his desk the next time around. It was Janet, still naked and muscular as an amazonian princess. Dave blushed briefly, he really had been acting like a kid. He hoped that Janet hadn't seen too much of the spinning.
"Excuse me," she said, in a pleasant tone. "I have something for you." She held up a manilla folder.
"Um," Dave said, hoping that he wasn't blushing. "Is that Cheryl's report?"
"Oh, no," she said. "I haven't seen it yet. This is just a contract that you need to sign. Should I talk to Cheryl about finishing it up?" She flexed her pecks a bit at that question as if she was ready to literally strong arm Cheryl.
"No!" Dave said, holding up his hands to calm her down. "It can wait. Bring that here." He waved her over to his desk.
She walked over to him, her leg muscles rippling with each step, and set the contract in front of him on his desk. He smiled. She had put post it notes next to every spot where he had to sign. What a great secretary. He almost started to sign them with the magic pen, but he decided that it was probably safer to only use it for magic. He slipped the pen into his front shirt pocket and grabbed an ordinary pen from his desk. As he worked on his signatures, Janet bent over the desk and pointed at where he needed to sign on each page. Dave looked up now and again to admire her naked form. Though, after a few pages of signatures, he realized that something was wrong. In spite of feeling irresistibly attracted to Janet, there was no stirring in his pants in response to the feeling. He was soft and small as a little boy downstairs, still.
After the last signature, Janet put the contract back in the folder and said, "Is there anything you need me to do for you now?"
Dave thought a moment and nodded. "Close the door, Janet, and the blinds."
Dave watched her do as he said, and he hoped that the command for her to obey whatever he told her to do was still in effect.
"Come here." he said and rotated his chair. She stood in front of him.
"Janet," he said summoning up some courage. (If this didn't work, she could really cause him some pain.) "I want you to jerk me off."
"Yes, sir," she said and knelt down in front of him without missing a beat. She unzipped his little boy dress pants and fished his hairless member out of his little boxers. It was so small and pale in her large hand that all she needed was her index finger and thumb to hold the whole thing. She started to gently massage it up and down, which felt good, but only slightly. It got hard, but there wasn't much sensation there at all. All of his adult sensitivity was gone, it seemed. He let her keep working, hoping that over time he would start to feel something, but, after a minute, her finger and thumb were starting to chafe a bit, while he still felt a total lack of stimulation.
"Stop," he said, frustrated, and she paused. "Just stop and let it go." He sighed as she let go of his immature member and stood up. He let it slide back into his underwear like an embarrassed worm. Nothing. He felt nothing. He was as sexless as any 9-year-old boy. Looking at Janet, he felt a strong attraction to her, but there was no sexual arousal accompanying it. His body just wasn't developed enough to feel that apparently. "Great," he said. "Looks like I've neutered myself." He sighed. Everything he had done so far was to fulfill some kind of sexual fantasy, and now he was physically incapable of satisfying those sexual urges anymore. He wanted sex, but he physically couldn't have it, which was a bit frustrating to put it mildly. He pulled out the magic pen and turned from his secretary back to his desk.
"What do I write now?" he thought aloud to himself.