For the rest of the day Martin and I got our, ugh, BOSSES drinks and took their calls as we learned about our new lives. I was Susan Reynolds, a 33 year old bachelorette with a mother in Connecticut and an apartment in Manhattan. Martin was Mary Hitchens with almost the same situation as I.
Meanwhile, Kelly and Jess, now Mr. Ross and Mr.Davis, worked in their office the whole day and got drunk. We were basically their waitresses, and they didn’t miss an opportunity to grope us. Each time my ass got squeezed I grimaced but made myself giggle while I tried to get out of the room as fast as I could. When the work day was finally over, the men left their offices with their briefcases, leaving Martin and I at our typewriters completing a pile of assignments.
“See you in the morning, ladies.” Mr. Davis laughed as the elevator doors closed.
“This is hell.” Martin said quietly, the first thing he said since our bosses made him magically afraid of them.
“We cannot let them get away with this.” I said as I continued to type.
“What are you talking about?” Martin said, looking over to me and whisper-shouting. “Stan, or Susan, or whatever I’m supposed to call you- there’s nothing we can do! We’re fucked, maybe literally.”
I stopped typing. All day I’d been trying to ignore the emptiness between my legs and the flatness in the front of my skirt, and all of the sudden the possibility that groping may not be the only thing I’ll have to deal with in this body washed over me.
“Look, we just need to be brave.” I said, snapping myself out of it.
“Easy for you to say! You can still look them in the eye without flinching! Your mind wasn’t messed with like mine, just your tits.”
“Ugh, Martin, can we just focus and finish these reports so we can go home and take these fucking heels off?”
For an hour more we worked to finish our work and when we finally did we gethered our things- wallet, purse, keys, makeup- and parted ways toward our apartments. Walking around in public in this alien body was awful- men constantly stared at me, if not wolfwhistling and catcalling me. I walked as briskly as I could and tried not to acknowledge anybody.
“Ba boom, ba boom, ba boom!” Somebody shouted at me. I realized he was in time with the swing of my hips, and I tried to walk like a man but it was nearly impossible with my curves and heels. When I finally borded the bus a man offered me his seat. I thanked him and sat down, able to get off of my feet that were endlessly sore after my first day working in heels. On the ride as I looked for the street my apartment was on, I was for a moment able to forget my troubles. Seeing New York City in the 60s was incredible, and I realized that while I may be forced to put on stockings and lipstick for the foreseeable future, I was time traveling and that was amazing.
Eventually I made my way to my apartment. It was one bedroom and decorated as if for and by a woman. Immediately I kicked off my heels and fell on the couch. I was so tired and my feet and my ass was so sore. A few minutes later I got up and began to undress, anxious to get out of this restricting dress and uncomfortable underwear.
Looking at myself in the mirror I looked completely unfamiliar. I took a breath and braced myself to feet my female body. After a few minutes searching for how to get out of this dress, I found a zipper running down my back. Peeling off the green dress I was met with a huge black bra containing my ridiculous rack, as well as matching black garter belt and panties. My eyes caught my flat crotch and another pang of embarrassment and shame hit me. I left the mirror and sat on the bed, unhooking my stockings, peeling them off of my long smooth legs, and taking off my garter belt. Finally I had to get this bra off, so I reach back and unhooked and immediately felt the weight of my breasts as I slipped the bra off.
For several minutes I explored my boobs- heavy, soft and full. My nipples became big and hard and soon it all began to overwelm me. I went to find something loose to put on for the night but the only thing that fit the bill was a pink lacy nightgown. With no other choice I slipped it on. Finally I pulled down the thong that had been stuck up my ass all day, taking special care not to catch a glimpse of my crotch. I just wasn’t ready for that yet.
A familiar urge slammed me- I hadn’t pissed all day and I really needed to. I put it out of my mind at the office for a plethora of reasons- I didn’t want to use to the women’s restroom, I couldn’t find my zipper, etc, but there was clearly no avoiding it. I found my bathroom and sat down on the toilet and peed for the first time as a woman. Sitting there I felt so weak and victimized by my secretary. This was just a culmination of every discomfort I’d been subjected to since I was made a woman. I was freedomless, powerless and now positively dickless.
My feelings were beginning to overwhelm me and I felt a tear run down my face, then another, then another. Soon I was whimpering in realization of my situation when my eyes started to sting. In the mirror I saw my makeup had begun to run due to my tears and some had gotten in my eye. Through tears I washed off my makeup and when I was done I threw myself in bed, crying myself to sleep.
In the morning I woke up at the crack of dawn with no alarm. Immediately I knew my nightmare wasn’t over when I felt my tits shift with my body. I sat up in bed and knew it would take me a while to get ready. I took a shower even though I wish I didn’t have to, and as such ended up feeling every inch of my soft, smooth body. Getting dressed took longer than it ever did as a man, with all the layers and pieces of underwear, let alone pulling the zipper up my back without assistance. Now with my body stuffed in a blue dress I was left to do my hair and makeup. Somehow I knew exactly what to do to make it look right. At first this worried me but I realized that it must have been due to the magic that put me here.
Walking into work coworkers who I’d never met greeted me.
“Susan.” They’d say as they tip their hat and cop a glance at my boobs. I smiled and said good morning and made my way to my desk. I saw Martin at his, still as nervous as he was yesterday as he typed away at something. She looked over to me and flashed a polite smile, which I returned, into both smiled faded to reveal our misery.
A half hour later our bosses arrived with their hats and brief cases, and we both quickly got up to greet them.
“Good morning Mr. Davis.” I said with a smile.
“Morning Susan.” He smiled back.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked.
“Coffee.” He said, entering his office and closing the door behind him.
A few minutes later I knocked on his office door holding his coffee.
“Come in.” I heard and I opened the door. I clicked over to his desk and set the coffee down.
“Is there anything else you need from me sir?” I smiled, trying as hard as I could to conceal my utter hatred for him.
“In fact there is. Take a letter, Susan.” He said, gesturing to a small desk across the room with a typewriter placed on it. I nodded and did what I was told, gritting my teeth as I sat down.
“Type what I say.” He said, taking a sip of his coffee. “I, Susan love to please my boss however I like.” He began.
I knew what he was doing, he was trying to humiliate me, and it was working. I swallowed my pride and typed what he told me.
“Oh hold on. Mary, can you come in here too, please?” He said, pressing on his intercom. I stood forward with no idea what he was going to do. Moments later Martin appeared in the room, nervous and skittish.
“Yessir?” He squeaked. “Oh!” He gasped as his eyes went wide. I turned to look at what he was gasping at when I saw that Mr. Davis had pulled his long, hard dick out and he was staring right at me.
“Mary, I just wanted you to watch Susan here and understand what I mean when we ask you ladies to ‘take dictation'”
A pit formed in my stomach as I realized where he was going with this. I was speechless as I tried to find a way out of this, “Sir, I don’t understand.” I mustered, trying to play dumb.
“Don’t act stupid. Get over here and do what bitches like you do best.” Mr Ross growled with an evil smile. That was something of a breaking point for me. I’d be emasculated and robbed of my dignity enough. I looked him in the eye, stood up, and left the roo, catching the eye of the scared frozen Martin on my way out. I wasn’t thinking what would happen to me, but I had to retain my pride. I wouldn’t suck a man’s dick, I was a man!
…except I wasn’t. As I waked away the fear of the consequence for this hit me and I began to tear up. I knew I couldn’t let the rest of the office see me cry so I ducked into the bathroom- he women’s bathroom. I locked myself in a stall, sat on the toilette and tried to stop crying, knowing that I’d made another huge mistake.
