The Perfect Secretary

But my clothes still didn't fit; in fact, they looked ridiculous on me. I had to cinch my belts tightly to hug my tiny waist. I couldn't button my shirts or zip my zippers up at all. My hips, thighs, and buttocks had become fuller, fleshier, more rounded. My chest changed even more dramatically; I actually had a pair of firm, well-defined breasts.

Mimi assured me I had nothing to worry about, that my body chemistry was adjusting unusually to my radical change in diet and exercise and that it would sort itself out soon. When I meekly suggested that perhaps I should stop, she appraised my body and smiled. "Don't be in such a hurry, Sweetheart," she murmured appreciatively, eyeing me hungrily. "We'll just get you a new wardrobe, something more becoming to your new attributes. I like you just FINE the way you are. You look so much more - desirable now." She emphasized the point with an embrace and a deep, soul-searing kiss. She massaged my plush asscheeks, moving up my flared hips, flat stomach, and narrow waist, until she came to my blossoming bosom. She manipulated my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and the exquisite sensations from my sensitive nerve-endings jarred my senses. She casually moved one hand gently down my body, then between my plump asscheeks. Smiling coyly, she deftly inserted one long, slender finger in my ass. The sensation jolted through me like an electric shock. "I think you are ready now, Cissy," she purred. She lay me down on the bed and placed a pillow under me, elevating my bottom. Then she opened a drawer in the bedside table and withdrew a huge double-ended dildo in a harness and a tube of lubricating gel. She gasped softly as she slowly inserted one end of the cock in her pussy, then fastened the harness around her hips. She coated the other end liberally with gel, then mounted the bed and positioned herself between my legs. "My little Barbie Doll looks so womanly now," she cooed. "I have been waiting for this moment since I first laid eyes on you."

I felt the pressure of my sphincter being parted, then her mammoth member entered me, filling me up in a way I had never imagined. It was my turn to gasp, as the pain from her assault washed over me. She lowered her body on top of mine, raping my willing mouth with her invading tongue as she thrust into me rhythmically, forcefully. The initial pain subsided, and I felt only intense pleasure. I raised my hips to meet her thrusts, driving the dong deeply into both of us. Mimi increased the tempo, frantically humping her latex cock into me, into her, building ecstasy upon ecstasy. We whimpered spasmodically, to the pace of her pulsing plunger. We clung to each other desperately as orgasm crashed down upon us in waves, leaving us spent, breathless, and floating in space. Afterward, I cuddled up in her arms, feeling warm, dreamy, protected. I wanted to surrender myself completely to this woman I loved. As if reading my thoughts, she smiled down at me, traced the outline of my plush lips with her index finger, and spoke softly.

"You belong to me now, Baby Doll. Don't trouble yourself with thoughts about making decisions, giving orders, being 'a man'. I will make all of your decisions for you now. You are so soft, sweet, delicate, and submissive to me. And now I have taken your cherry. You are not a man anymore. Tonight, I made you a woman for me. Tomorrow, I will make you ALL mine, Cissy. For ever and ever."

I only half-heard her words in my relaxed state. I thought I had imagined them. I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next morning, Mimi woke me with a kiss. She was already up and dressed for work.

"Come on, Sleepyhead, rise and shine. We have work to do today."

I did my usual bathroom routine, brushing my teeth and showering. I never had much body hair, and lately I didn't seem to have any at all. I headed for my closet to select a suit, when Mimi gently took me in her arms and softly kissed me.

"You won't be needing those anymore. You can't wear them anyway, remember? We're going to do something a little different today. Trust me. I think you will enjoy it."

She led me to the bed, where she had laid out a deliciously feminine outfit. I had thought she had decided to change clothes. Instead, she picked up the lacy black bikini panties and held them up for me, smiling mischievously.

"Slip these on, Cissy"

I was electrified. Last night came rushing back to me in vivid detail. I wanted this, and her, more than life itself, but I was afraid. I looked at her pensively.

"But how can we? How can I? What will they say at the office?"

She smiled that same mischievous smile and silenced me with one long, slender index finger on my lips. At the same time, she moved her other hand between my legs, inserting her middle finger in my love nest once more. I sighed deeply as she slowly, rhythmically fucked me. "Shhh. There now, isn't that better? You know you can't refuse me. You know you don't WANT to. It feels SO much better to surrender to me, doesn't it? Today I am going to make good on my promise to make you ALL mine, forever and ever. And don't worry about the girls at the office. I told them yesterday; they are expecting it. Let's not disappoint them."

She gently removed her finger and held out the panties. I slipped one leg into its opening, then the other. Mimi glided the panties up my legs and over my hips with a faint rustle. Then she fastened a black lace padded push-up bra around my chest and adjusted the straps. My pert breasts were lifted and pushed together, forming a nice cleavage. She then fastened a black lace garter belt around my narrow waist and centered it, then handed me a pair of sheer, black stockings, taught me how to bunch them up, insert my toes, then roll them up my hairless legs. She helped me attach them to the garterbelt, then smoothed them out to eliminate wrinkles.

Next, she slipped my arms through the sleeves of a V-neck black chiffon blouse and buttoned the buttons. The deep "V" showed off a generous amount of my cleavage, while the tailored body clung to my narrow waist and the puffy sleeves caressed my arms gently. Then, I stepped into a slim gray skirt which Mimi adjusted around my waist and zipped closed. The skirt ended just below the knee, and hugged my hips and thighs snugly. Mimi followed with the matching tailored gray jacket with peplum waist, followed by black patent pumps with five-inch spike heels. She added three gold neck chains, dangling gold earrings, four gold bangles on each wrist, and a delicate gold chain around my left ankle. Finally, she gathered my hair up in back and fastened it with a banana comb.

"That will do until we get you to the salon. Let's go."

We strode out to the car, our spike heels clicking smartly on the pavement. I discovered that, after some initial disorientation, I could strut in a delicate, sure-footed manner in the high heels and hobble skirt as if I was born to wear them. My rounded hips swiveled to and fro in a most fetching way, without any conscious effort. I found myself enjoying my new role immensely.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts, I didn't pay any attention to the commute. I snapped out of my reverie as we pulled up at the outside entrance to the salon. Mimi hurried me inside before anyone could see us. We were met at the desk by Diane, Beth, Kelli, and Ginger, the four salon operators.

"Hi, Ms. Fontaine. Wow! Hi, Cissy. You look great!"

"Hi, Diane. Here she is. Are you sure you understand what I want?"

"Sure, no problem. We'll do her up REAL good!"

Mimi turned to me, smiled, and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "I have to run into the office for a bit and take care of a few things. I'll be back later. You run along with the girls. Have fun!"

She went out through the inside entrance and down the corridor to the office. Diane grinned at me impishly and took my hand.

"Come with me, Sweetie. We've been dying to get our hands on you for months! You are so lucky. Mimi told us to spare no expense to make you gorgeous for her, and what Mimi wants, Mimi gets. We are going to give you the Super Deluxe treatment!"

They sat me in a reclining salon chair and went to work. For the next four hours, I was in absolute bliss as they performed their magic on me. Diane was first, trimming, setting and perming my hair, then placing me under the dryer, giving me a Cosmo to read while I waited. With my hair dry and still in curlers, I was led back to the chair, where Beth removed my shoes and stockings to give me a pedicure, Ginger went to work on my manicure, and Kelli applied a facial pack. While the other two were still busy on my hands and feet, Kelli removed the pack, applied eyelash implants, and began applying make-up. Once the other three were finished, Diane removed my curlers and fluffed, arranged, and set my new hairstyle with spray.

They helped me out of the chair, replaced my stockings and shoes, then led me to the full-length mirror. I stood in front of the mirror, stunned at the reflection of the beautiful, chic, if slightly-overdone young woman who stared back at me. Her face bore a creamy rose beige foundation and powder, with crystal-blue eyes shadowed in pink and mauve, outlined in black, with long, thick, furry, black-mascara-ed lashes. Dusky rose blush caused her prominent cheekbones to smolder with intensity. Her full, pouty lips were painted with a thick, creamy coat of Softsilver Rose lipstick. Her one-and-one-half-inch, square-cut sculptured nails were the same silvery-rose hue, and gave her hands a long, slender, feminine appearance. She was obviously a devotee of Big Hair; her full, fluffy blonde waves surrounded her head like a golden halo, softly caressing her shoulders and back. She was part Angel, part Vixen. It took a moment to realize she was ME.

Mimi entered quietly while I was lost in my discovery. She stood by my side with her arms around my waist, beaming radiantly.

"You look FABULOUS! I can't wait to get you to the office and show you off. They will be thrilled! Linda and Naomi told me months ago what they said about you looking adorable as a girl, and I agreed whole-heartedly; I thought so right from the beginning.

I have been attracted to your delicate, feminine beauty since I first laid eyes on you, but you were much too aggressive and independent, just like my late husband. I dreamed of turning you into my submissive, feminized sex toy. In fact, every time I thought about you as my blonde 'Barbie Doll', I had to frig myself off.

I put you on Eros because the smell of you made my fantasy that much more real. Then the lab people came to me and told me about unforeseen side-effects. Pheromones are hormone-derivative; the Eros formula is based on an Estrogen matrix with luteinizing and female growth hormones. The laboratory tests showed moderate side-effects on females, but prolonged use of Eros by males would cause rapid, profound physical and psychological feminization, increased passivity, as well as some long-term memory loss and impairment of cognition skills; we had inadvertently created a 'Bimbo Bomb'.

At first, I was crushed. All those months of research and development went down the drain; there was no way we could get FDA approval for Eros as an over-the-counter drug, and it wouldn't generate enough revenue as a prescription drug to offset the development costs. Then I remembered you were already taking Eros, and those were exactly the changes I desired in you. I wanted to see if the changes would really happen - and they did!

I nearly drooled as I watched you transform into my fantasy lover right before my eyes. Now here you are, exactly the way I wanted you; beautiful, sexy, submissive, and just a little spacey - enough to make you happy and content with your new lifestyle. I am ecstatic!"

"But what about me - I mean, what about C.C.? How can I - he - oh, I'm so confused - how can C.C. go back to work now?"

Mimi smiled at me wickedly. Her eyes sparkled with an evil gleam.

"Isn't that just like a bimbo? Don't trouble yourself about C.C., Sweetie; he can't come back now. I let him go this morning while you were getting pretty for me; processed his papers through Personnel and everything. He was unreliable; he would have left me, the first chance he got, to go to some big corporation. I kicked him out of my house, too, and had all his clothes thrown into the garbage. His career is finished; I know I won't give him a recommendation. Good Riddance.

Besides, I don't need him anymore. I've even eliminated the position of 'Personal Assistant'. I think I can get by quite nicely with a secretary now. C.C. was a good fit, but I finally found someone who is a PERFECT fit - someone who WON'T be leaving me. Just to make sure, I am going to double your dosage of Eros, starting right now. You are all mine, Babydoll - forever and ever. Come along, Cissy; it's time to start your new career!"

I don't think I have ever been happier in my life. My body just never seems to stop developing! I am REALLY busty now; I possess full, firm D-cup titties that jiggle ever-so-sweetly as I strut. My hips have flared just as much, and I have a big, beautiful bubble butt. I have a great job, with security, working for a company that would be any girl's Dream Come True; I get all my cosmetics, perfume, and salon visits FREE! I have a big desk, right outside Mimi's office, with fresh flowers every day, and a beautiful antique brass nameplate:

CECILY BRENT Executive Secretary

I go to lunch with my girlfriends every day and catch up on the latest gossip. Linda and Naomi have been SO nice to me. Diane, Beth, Kelli, and Ginger always want to try something new on me, whether it's an even more outrageous hairstyle (I guess I'm just an airhead; I really LOVE my big hair!), a new shade of lipstick, eye color scheme, or some such. Yesterday, they talked me into TWO INCH, vivid-red sculptured nails, with matching lipstick! God, I look like such a whore! Thank goodness the keyboard of my Word Processor has a light touch; I am just getting used to typing with my new talons.

Mimi went absolutely bonkers last night when we made love; she SHIVERED when I ever-so-gently raked her breasts, tummy, and thighs with my claws. We do aerobics together every night, so I can keep my body nice and firm for my lover. We go out shopping together after aerobics class. I just love to find a new negligee or sexy new dress that I can flaunt in front of Mimi at home and get her hot and bothered. The girls tell me over and over how much better they like me than that wimpy little C.C. that used to work here. Him! I can't even remember what he looked like. No biggie. He deserved to be fired; everyone says so. He's gone, I'm here, that's Life!

At home, Mimi is SUCH a sweetheart! I have the sexiest wardrobe, furs, high heels 'til they are coming out of my ears! She even bought me a bright red Corvette convertible for my birthday last month. She bought me another birthday present too. I adore my new pussy, love the smooth, slightly-swollen mound and delicate labia. You should SEE Mimi's eyes light up when I come to work braless in a silk blouse and tight skirt, or when I wear a demi-cupped corset under my negligee at bedtime. The sensation of being invaded by Mimi's dildo is indescribable!

I am wearing Mimi's engagement ring; she bought me a rock big enough to choke a horse. We are planning a BIG wedding, with everyone from the office, as well as our special friends who understand when two women need to express their love for each other in that special way. And you should see the wedding dress I had made! All scalloped lace, with tight sleeves, an even-tighter, full-length skirt, and a neckline that just BARELY covers my nipples; but since the bodice is unlined, I won't be covering up TOO much!

The dressmaker adored the idea of me wearing a black leather corset and sheer black seamed stockings under my gown. She accused me of being "such a little slut", even as she fitted my nineteen-inch waistline. She also thought I was out of my mind when I had her make the hem four inches longer than my legs. She said I would be tripping all over it as I walked down the aisle - until I showed her the white patent pumps with six-inch stiletto heels I would be wearing with it.

L'Audace has gotten so big, we now have an Information Services department that handles all our report processing. Thank goodness I got rid of that yukky job. Really, it was all so confusing anymore! All I have to do now is look beautiful, type up Mimi's correspondence, set up her appointment schedule, make her reservations, and flash a BIG smile (and my BIG boobs!) at all her visitors.

Mimi found a market for Eros after all - a very specialized, discreet market of discerning dominant women who wish to transform their boyfriends or husbands into girls like me. They are introduced to Eros - either willingly or surreptitiously - and within weeks become docile little wimps who submit willingly to their Mistress's demands. Our "Typing Pool" consists of feminized males who are being acclimated to their new bodies, personalities, and lifestyles. I am their supervisor, role model, and "Personal Trainer", teaching them their new secretarial skills as well as feminine mannerisms, deportment, wardrobe, and how to properly serve their respective Mistresses. I hand them off to the girls in the salon for an hour each day to hone their skills in makeup and hair care, so our new 'secretaries' can present themselves in an attractive feminine image.

Of course, my most important function is to make myself available to Mimi whenever she wants me. That's the best part. It is so exciting for me to play the dutiful little secretary who gets ravished 'against her will' behind closed doors by her wonton boss. 'Oh, please stop Ms. Fontaine; I'm a GOOD girl!' Braless. In spike heels. And a skirt so tight, you can see my crack. Sigh. Things could be worse. Really.