Secretary

Brenda looked up as Ms. Vivian Schaffer walked by, "Good morning Ms. Schaffer," she chirped prettily, tossing her brown hair over one shoulder as she smiled warmly at her boss.

"Good morning Brenda," Ms. Schaffer's smile was equally stunning, her short auburn hair swaying as she walked past her energetic secretary. Really, the girl was so sweet it was a pleasure to come to the office every morning.

The door to Ms. Vivian Schaffer's office closed firmly behind her as her mind turned to the day's work.

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"Brenda, do you think you could bring me a cup of coffee please? I'm swamped in conference calls or I'd get it myself."

Punching the intercom button the pretty brunette told her boss, "Of course Ms. Schaffer." Her calm voice belied the tingling excitement in her belly... finally... finally...

For months the sweet 25 year old had been working for Ms. Schaffer. Possibly the nicest and most generous boss she'd ever had. Nothing at all like those pigs downstairs who leered at her shapely legs or tried to suavely put their arm around her in hopes of brushing against her breasts. Ms. Schaffer wasn't a very feminine woman, she kept her hair short and always wore pants and flats, never any make-up. Her small breasts and square frame, combined with the neutral features of her face sometimes caused bystanders to wonder if she was a very pretty boy. Despite being thirty-one years old, this female lawyer looked extremely youthful - sometimes causing her opponents to underestimate her in court, to their own downfalls.

Brenda had been crushing on her almost since she'd met her... the way that they connected, they had so many interests in common - theater, ballet, art museums, and the occasional Monday Night Football game. Her boss was the first person she'd ever met that she genuinely wanted to spend time with, and she'd awoken sexually frustrated about many an erotic dream. There was just one problem... Brenda wasn't a lesbian.

This had led to many a frustration for her, since Ms. Schaffer was most definitely not a man. All of Brenda's fantasies involved Ms. Schaffer having a real dick, not a strap on, but a real dick that she could wrap her mouth around, that would pulse inside of her.

At first she thought that her desires were hopeless. She would never be a lesbian - Ms. Schaffer was the first woman that she'd ever been even remotely attracted to, and the woman was rather masculine in a lot of ways. Then she'd had a conversation with one of her college friends, whom she occasionally met with just to go over old times. When she asked him about his work, he started raving about an experimental new drug that he'd invented, one that could make surgical sex changes obsolete. She didn't understand most of the science behind it, but from what she understood was that it made the body go through a chemical reaction, changing over the hormones - although not the actual DNA make-up - so that a person could go from a woman to a man or a man to a woman over a period of a couple months. It was still very new, but so far they couldn't tell that it had any side effects - other than it made the recipient especially sexually active because of the large amounts of hormones in their body. That and the psychological effects of having your body change genders.

Immediately interested she begged him for enough to make a full sex change, citing that she had a friend who was afraid of surgery but desperately wanted to change genders. He had seemed skeptical, but gave her the pills after she promised that her "friend" would keep a log of the changes for him.

For a week now she'd been debating the use of the pills on her boss. After a long weekend of frustrating dates, without meeting one man that she connected with, she was ready to try it. Surely once her boss was a man she could seduce her... not one of the men downstairs hadn't wanted a piece of her ass. And they already connected so well... there were definitely times when she thought Vivian (as she thought of Ms. Schaffer in her head) was also attracted to her, even if the older woman wouldn't admit it. Everyone had leanings towards the same sex, attractions, sometimes.

So along with the creamer and sugar a small white pill dissolved in the coffee as Brenda stirred it, smiling secretively to herself. Her eyes were bright with anticipation as she carried the coffee through the hall and let herself into Vivian's office.

Behind the desk the redhead was on the phone, her face screwed up in concentration - making her look even more like a pretty young man rather than a woman - as she looked over the brief in front of her. Sashaying a little, feeling very excited, Brenda set the cup on the desk.

Briefly Ms. Schaffer looked up, 'Thank you,' she mouthed to her secretary.

'No problem', mouthed Brenda back.

She walked to her seat with a feeling of accomplishment and hope swelling in her chest.

That night when she went home, she masturbated furiously at the thought of a male Vivian.