Candy Time

by

Jean M. Chambers

 

Brett Michaels sauntered through the office like he owned the place. And why not? He was the president of marketing. He was a big shot and liked everyone to know it. He smiled at Teri, his latest secretary, as he approached her desk. She was hand picked like all of the other women on his staff. Not for her office skills, mind you, but because of her looks. She was a Barbie doll if he had ever seen one. Blonde curly hair, full lips, big round eyes, and a shape that would knock your eyes out. Not to mention her legs. She had legs that went all the way up to here. That could be clearly seen through his secretary's glass desk. Replacing the solid oak desk for the modern, glass one was a stroke of genius. Of course his previous secretary, Linda Taylor, didn't agree. For her it was the last straw and she quit. He was sad to see her go. She was a knock out too.

Linda's looks easily matched Teri's, but her hair had been a strawberry red color. Not originally, of course. She dyed it strawberry red at his suggestion, just like Teri had. Teri didn't complain though. She liked her new hair color. Brent thought it fit her bubble gum chewing personality. Linda thought her strawberry red hair made her look cheap and promiscuous when combined with the new uniforms the ladies were required to wear. She was too perceptive for her own good. The uniforms were pink, bolero jacket, skirt suits. The skirts were fourteen inches long. He would have liked them shorter if he felt he could get away with it. Linda called him a womanizer and took a job over at Merry Kay Cosmetics. Merry Kay supposedly hired her to run the sales department. Imagine that. Linda. An executive. What a hoot. The only thing women were good for was window dressing. He had told her so too, before she quit. Since he implemented his new unofficial dress code, sales had increased substantially. Showing a little leg and a few curves appeared to have a positive effect on sales. Any of his sales staff, all of whom were female, that objected to making the changes he suggested had been let go for one reason or another.

A short time after Linda had quit, Brett turned in his resignation. Everyone was surprised. Some figured he had been taken to court for sexual harassment and the company let him go. That was over a year ago. Everyone was glad to see him go. Especially the women.

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Candy's desk phone rang. It startled her and she jumped two inches off her seat scraping her newly polished finger nail with the nail file she had been using. She was confused because she didn't know where the sound was coming from and giggled at herself for being so silly when she found it beneath her Brides catalog. She liked looking at all of the pretty dresses. One day she would wear one just as pretty. Maybe her blind date that Linda had set up for her would be the one. The man of her dreams. Her prince charming. She sighed and chomped her gum one last time, before picking up the phone.

"Candy. What can I do you for, sugar?" she asked in her high pitched, mousy voice.

"Candy, I need to speak with you. Please come into my office."

"Yes, Miss Myers."

Candy hung up the phone, telling it not to hide under her magazine next time. She started away from her desk, but spotted the open bottle of bubble gum pink nail polish on her desk and decided she should put the lid back on it. Her two inch long glamour nails made doing simple things like that very difficult, but she didn't care. She loved long nails, and had them done every week.

Her six inch, pink patent heels click loudly on the tile floor, drawing every man's attention who worked in the office. They loved Candy. She was a real Barbie. Even the married men drooled when she wiggled past. What guy wouldn't? Her fourteen inch long, pink skirt barely covered the tops of her ultra sheer, pink stockings. From time to time, when she bent over to get a file from the lower cabinet drawers, the guys would catch a peek of the pink satin garters attached to the top of those stockings. If they were real lucky, they would even catch a glimpse of her panties. She didn't mind. Heck, she didn't even know. She was an air head, but boy, could she sell cosmetics. Candy was the company's most productive sales person. The male sales staff complained that she used her sexuality to sell with, and being a woman, knew the products better than they because she actually used them. Linda, their boss, told them Candy had no physical advantage and they could use the products the same as her if they wanted to. In fact, she encouraged them to. Candy loved makeup. She couldn't wait to try all of the company's new products. The women in the office envied her. The men lusted for her. Everyone wanted her, even though she didn't seem so bright, chewed gum constantly, and giggled a lot.

Candy wiggled when she minced into Linda's office. Linda knew the six inch heels caused most of it. Candy wore a pink, bolero jacket, skirt suit. Her skirt was fourteen inches short, and snug. She had to hold the hem of it when she sat down to keep it from riding up to the top of her thighs. All of her pink uniforms were the same short length. Linda knew Candy constantly battled with her skirts that way and enjoyed watching her fight the losing battle. If her skirts were any shorter there wouldn't be enough material for her to even sit on. Then, her skirts would ride up no matter what skirt tugging measures Candy took to stop them from doing so. Linda made a note to herself. Candy's hair was an eye catching, Strawberry Red. She wore it full. 'Big hair', that's what the men called it. Linda liked it that way, but it wasn't quite as full as she would like Candy to wear it. She made another note to herself. Candy slid into one of the leather high back chairs facing Linda's desk. She wiggled a little in her seat while gripping the armrest sensuously to get a better feel of the leather against her skin, letting out a quiet moan. She crossed her long legs and looked up at Linda with big round Doe eyes when she was settled.

"You will count to three. When you reach three, you will not be able to move, but will be cognizant of everything." Linda smiled, then waited while Candy counted.

The look in Candy's eyes slowly changed from vacant, bubbly to bewilderment. She tensed up visibly, afraid to move. Her eyes darted around the unfamiliar office, then down at her long, slim, crossed, stocking clad legs. She gripped the arms of the chair and inhaled a sharp, short breath. Her eyes darted from one of her perfectly manicured hands to the other, then down at her lap, all without moving a muscle. Candy didn't even breath. Her gaze slowly returned to Linda's amused expression after several long moments. Linda didn't utter a sound. She sat with her elbows resting on the arms of her chair, tapping her fingertips together, watching Candy with total amusement. The silence was so thick you could cut it. Linda swiveled her chair back and forth, delightfully.

"Is something wrong, Candy?" she smirked.

A look of recognition slowly came across Candy's face.

"Linda? Where am I? What is this? What is the meaning of this?"

"Meaning? There is no meaning, Candy. I simply asked you in here to discuss your last month's sales figures."

Brett wanted to jump up from his seat, but found he couldn't, even though he tried with all of his might.

"Candy? Who is Candy. What kind of sick game are you playing, Linda? Answer me! I demand an answer."

"Now, Candy, since when does an employee demand answers from their boss?"

"Stop calling me Candy, Linda. You know my name is Brett. I'll ask one more time. What the hell is going on here?"

"What was it that you used to say? You'll do as you're told, or you'll be looking for a new job? Unfortunately for you, quitting is not an option. You're my best sales person, or should I say more correctly, sales woman. You have been for the past year. I can't have you quitting on me, now can I?"

"Woman? I'm not a woman, and where the hell are my clothes? Why am I dressed like this?" shrieked Brett.

He stopped abruptly. It had occurred to him that his voice was too high. About an octave too high. He sounded like a ranting, bitch on PMS. He started to repeat his questions in a lower tone, except it was no lower than the first time. Linda smiled calmly.

"Candy, dear, you are wearing your clothes. The same pink uniform you've worn to work everyday for the past year, since I hired you. It is the women's dress code here."

"Woman? Woman?! I'm not a woman." Choked Brett in his unnaturally feminine voice.

"Aren't you, Candy? You certainly look like one. Maybe you should check for yourself. You are free to move now if you like."

Brett carefully slid his hand beneath the short pink skirt he was wearing, uncrossed his legs, and felt between them. He withdrew his hand as if he had touched fire. Linda, chuckled lightly.

"Well? What did you expect to find? You're a woman. You live as a woman. You dress as a woman. You work as a woman. You are, a woman. Your name is Candy. You changed it from Brett to Candy over a year ago. You quit your old job and came to work for me, here at Merry Kay Cosmetics. You're my top sales woman. You have been, for the past year."

"No!" Candy screeched, "It can't be. I'm a man, not a woman. What kind of trick is this?"

Candy leaped to her feet, twisting her ankle because of the impossibly high heeled shoes she was wearing. She sprawled to the floor beside her chair in a most un-lady like fashion, then sat on the floor massaging her sore ankle.

"Trick? There is no trick. You're a full fledged, woman. You should be happy. You're exactly the kind of woman you tried to turn every female that worked for you into."

Candy didn't know what to say. Her mind struggled to comprehend the situation. She gazed at her smoothly shaved legs and perfectly manicured hands. This had to be some kind of joke. His name was Brett, and Brett was a man, not a woman. She was dreaming. That was it. She was dreaming. She slid her hand along her silky smooth, stocking clad calve. No. She wasn't dreaming. How had this happened? Linda peered down at him.

"The name, Brett will never be mentioned here again. Is that understood? Your name was changed to, Candy, some time ago. That is the name everyone knows you by. Now, be a good girl and take your seat like the lady you are. We have business to discuss."

Candy pulled herself up from the floor and sat back down in her seat. She wanted answers.

"Why am I sitting here dressed like a woman? I know I'm Brett. A male. How did you do this to me? Why did you do this to me?"

"How? That is simple. The day I quit working for you I installed a hypnotic program on your PC in your office. It slowly reprogrammed your mind every day while you worked. It subconsciously hypnotized you. For several months, through hypnotic suggestions, you slowly changed your physical appearance. You started yourself on hormones, had all of your manly hair removed, eyebrows thinned, hairline reshaped, and breasts enhanced. You even had your nose, jaw line, and cheek bones reshaped to give you a feminine face. The crowning moment was when you had the SRS done a several months ago. I was told it wasn't possible to hypnotize a man into doing that, but you are proof that it is. Why did I do it to you? Because you were a bastard. Now you're a bitch." Linda laughed at her pun, "My bitch. Hypnosis is amazing. You do exactly as I command, now. If I say, sit. You sit. If I say, stand. You stand. Guess what you will do if I tell you to hump someone."

The horror of what Linda told Candy made Candy feel sick.

"You lie! This is some kind of sick trick you are pulling. I wouldn't have changed myself into a female. Never! I'm under hypnosis. That's it. I'm under hypnosis and you are trying to make me believe I've changed myself into a female. A lowly, skirt wearing, panty hosed woman."

Candy smile evilly at Linda, as if she had figured it out. Linda sat quiet for a moment, considering Candy's refusal to accept reality. Finally she spoke. Her eyes sparkled with humor.

"Well then. Lets test your theory. Let me see. What would convince you that you are, in fact, a woman now? I know. I'll have you do something only a woman can do. Something you can experience first hand, only as a woman can experience it. Bob Lehman's office is a few doors down the hall. He has had a hard on for you ever since you started working for me. I want you to deliver this folder to him. You will close the door of his office behind you when you enter, then make love to him. Several times. Not just once. For the next few weeks, you'll be his sex toy. I'm sure he won't refuse. His wife might not like it, of course, so you'll have to be discreet. You'll be 'the other woman.', his mistress. That should be interesting for you. To be a woman, screwing another woman's man. You, definitely won't like it, seeing as you are still a totally heterosexual man, mentally. Did I mention you won't be able to do anything about it. Your 'Candy' personality will be in total control while your 'Brett' personality goes along for the ride. It'll be like being trapped in someone else's body. Linda giggled, "When I say the words, you'll be aware of your actions, but unable to change any of them. It's that hypnosis thingy I was telling you about. Now, go. Deliver this to Bob. It's Candy time."

Linda held the folder out for Candy to take. Brett was horrified when he stood up like a robot and found he was unable to control himself. Candy gratefully took the folder from Linda, giggled girlishly, thanked Linda, and immediately started towards the door to fulfill her mission.

"Oh, and Candy." Linda called.

Candy stopped and turned obediently on her heels to address Linda. Brett was totally aware of the round eyed, bimbo expression on his feminine face.

"Yes, Ms Taylor?"

A huge smile spread across Linda's face.

"Take your time and enjoy yourself."

"Yes, Ms Taylor. Thank you."

Brett felt his thirty eight inch breasts bouncing in his bra beneath his blouse, the cool office air against his bare legs, and the exaggerated sway of his hips as he walked. The new sensations excited and abhorred him at the same time. A young secretary walked towards him from the opposite end of the corridor. She smiled and waved when their eyes met, then she turned and disappeared through a door. Brett found himself following the secretary through the same door. His stomach sank as he read the sign 'Ladies Room' on the door.

Mentally he screamed 'No!', begging his body to stop, but it didn't. He walked right on in as if at home. Brett had never been in a 'Ladies Room' and Didn't want to be in one now. He could see the young girl's panty hosed legs and high heeled clad feet beneath one of the stall's doors. The interior was a peach color. He shivered mentally and found himself checking his look in the mirror at the sink. He opened the purse he had involuntarily picked up as he passed a desk out side of Linda's office, removed a small bottle, and sprayed a sweet smelling perfume down the front of his blouse. Then he primped a little, fluffing his strawberry red hair.

"Where you headed, Candy?" the girl asked from behind the stall door.

"To see Bob." He Giggled, "I'm going to show him how much fun I can be. When I'm done with him, he'll need a vacation."

He had no control over himself. It was like eavesdropping on two women talking. The girl in the stall laughed.

"You go girl! You go" She said between breaths.

"I'll give you the details later. Bye." He heard himself say.

A moment later he was strutting down the office corridor again, shoes clicking on the marble floor. His alter ego, Candy was in full control. She stopped for a moment in front of a door, straightened her short skirt, knocked lightly, and entered.

A middle aged, muscular man looked up from his desk. Candy smiled at him as she approached. Bob smiled back, looking like the cat that ate the canary. His chair almost fell over when he stood up abruptly.

"Candy! What do I owe this pleasure?"

"Ms. Taylor wanted me to give you this…" she said in an incredibly seductive female voice while rounding the desk with the folder, "…and this." she added, grasping Bob's head with both hands and pulling his lips against hers. Brett cringed and tried to make himself stop. Candy's loins were getting hot beneath the skirt. Bob resisted Candy's advance for a moment, but only a moment. Then he crushed her feminine body roughly to his chest, kissing her with incredible intensity. They kissed breathlessly for what seemed like an eternity, rubbing their hands up and down each other's bodies. Brett wanted to puke. He was kissing another man and wanted to die.

"God! I've wanted you." Bob breathed hotly into Candy's ear, "Oh! How I've wanted you. Ever since I first laid eyes on you." Bob gasped between kisses as he lifted Candy onto the edge of his desk, pushing everything in the way onto the floor. Brett was aware of Candy's hands, his hands, undoing Bob's zipper. He went berserk mentally trying to stop himself, because he knew what was coming. If he couldn't stop Candy, he would be coming, and so would Bob.

Bob pushed Candy's stocking clad legs apart. Brett felt his skirt slide up easily up his thighs. He remembered doing the same thing to several women himself. Now, he was the woman on the desk about to be taken. He kept telling himself it couldn't be real. Bob's manhood was in Brett's hands and he was stroking it wildly, driving Bob to a higher level of frenzy. Brett did everything he could to stop the inevitable, but to no avail. He felt his one hand reach between his own legs and pull his panties aside while his other hand guided Bobs hardness. Bob's arms held Candy's feminine body like a steel vise as he thrust his hips forward. He pulled Candy's loins closer. Bob had obviously done this before. He was going to screw Candy right there on the desk. With the nylon skirt beneath him, Candy's small, female frame slipped easily towards Bob's stiff penis. Brett could only watch in horror. He whimpered mentally when Bob's penis slid deep inside of Candy's vagina. Reality hit home. It wasn't Candy who was being screwed, it was him. He was the sales girl being taken on the desk. Bob pumped in and out while Candy's hips moved with him. Brett could see the penis moving in and out of him. It looked un-natural. Once, while making love to one of his sales girls in a similar fashion, he wondered what the woman was feeling. Now he knew. First hand. Bob's cock filled his insides. It felt good. Bob moaned and pump faster. Brett heard himself letting out short, feminine squeals. Bob stiffened, thrusting deep, filling Candy with his juices. Candy was lost in the sensation, her whole body convulsed in spasms. Pleasure flooded him. Brett just wanted it to stop. Candy didn't. She couldn't get enough. She, needed, more!

Bob pulled away and left her lying on the desk, skirt up around her waist, legs spread. He was finished. Candy, wasn't. She was just getting started. Candy slid off the desk, letting the short skirt slide back down into place. Bob's penis was still out of his pants.

"Lets play" she said in a deep, seductive voice.

"Play what?" asked Bob innocently.

"Prisoner" she replied, pushing Bob into a high back chair.

Candy picked up a role of packing tape that had fallen off of Bob's desk during the passion. Then he held Bob's wrist against the arm of the chair and wrapped the tape around it several times, binding it in place. Bob was confused. He didn't know whether to go along or resist. Before he knew it, it was too late. Both of Bob's wrists were strapped to the chair. When Bob started to protest, she taped his mouth shut.

"Now be a good boy and be quiet." she whispered into Bob's ear, "Sit back and relax. You're going to enjoy this."

She quickly stripped Bob's pants off and strapped his ankles to the chair's legs. Bob was helpless to stop her.

Candy smiled like a devil. Bob had gotten soft so she took his penis in her hands and started stroking it. Then she wet her lips and wrapped them around Bob's penis, giving him a blow job he never imagined could be so good. He got hard again. Candy grinned, lifted her skirt and knelt down on the chair, facing Bob. She took his hardness in her hand and guided him back inside of herself, slowly lowering herself down, onto Bob's lap. Bob resisted and tried to get loose, but couldn't. It was Candy's turn. He had taken her, now she was going to take him. Against his will. Candy, in reality, Brett, was raping Bob. His strength was no match for the packing tape. Candy rode him until he was raw and sore, and then rode him some more. When Candy tired of the face to face position, she turned around, with her back to Bob. She sat down on his lap, letting Bob's slippery penis enter her from behind. Two hours later a happy Candy stepped into the office corridor, softly closing Bob Lehman's door behind her. She strutted back to Linda's office like she was on top of the world.

Linda smiled across her desk at Candy.

"I hope you had a most enjoyable meeting with Mr. Lehman, Candy."

"You bitch!" hissed Brett, "How could you do this to me? How could you turn me into a woman, a… a… a whore?"

He couldn't get used to hearing the female voice coming out of his mouth. Linda leaned back in her chair and swiveled it back and forth. Her deep red lips formed a huge smile.

"I told you before, Brett. I didn't do anything to you. You did it all by yourself. You loved to treat women like objects and take advantage of them. Now that you are a woman, you'll have a much better appreciation for what you put those women through. Since you can't ever go back to being a man, I've decided to let you have control of yourself again. It's Candy time. You know where your desk is. I'll expect you to 'be' Candy. Change one thing about her and you'll be a woman without a job. I have work to do."

Linda turned her attention to some papers on her desk. End of discussion. Brett walked back to his desk in a stupor and slumped down in his chair.

His clothes felt uncomfortable and his perfectly manicured glamour nails made his hands all but useless. He may as well be wearing mittens. Two of the male sales staff walked by not bothering to hide the fact that they were staring at Brett's legs. He couldn't hide them because his desk was clear glass and tugging his skirt down was useless. It was barely long enough to sit on. With no other option than to play the role of Candy, he smiled at them and fluttered his dark lashes. There was a note scribbled on the desk calendar. '12:30pm – Have nails done at La Cuticle. 6:00pm - Hair colored and permed at Femme Boutique'. It was 12:10pm. He had no choice but to keep up appearances, and better hurry if he was to make his appointment. Brett grabbed his purse and wiggled his way across the office towards the elevator.

 

 

 

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