Remarkable

by Jennifer White

 

As Mark Sullivan walked up the stairs, he was almost drooling. He took the stairs to try and keep his weight down, but today there was a special bonus: just ahead of him was a really hot babe, who he had never seen around the office before. With each delicate step, her long hair swayed from side to side, along with her perfectly shaped hips. His eyes were transfixed on her shapely behind, covered by the tight gray skirt of her business suit. He was below her, so he felt like he could almost look up it.

When she reached a landing, she turned, and he got a glimpse of her large bust, hidden inside her matching gray suit jacket. She wore a white blouse underneath, and the outline of her bra was barely visible. Her face was perfect, and the stylish little glasses she wore just added to her look of sophistication.

She turned again, and he was staring at her smooth legs now, which went on and on, ending at her feet, which were in delicate high heeled shoes; black with thin little straps and a four inch heel. Sexy, yet businesslike, with a pointed toe. Mark looked upwards again, to her perfectly shaped butt, her wide hips, and narrow waist.

Her hands, which swung gently back and forth had long, perfectly shaped nails, painted an attention grabbing color of pink. Her fingers were slender and long. She wore a set of matching bracelets around her right wrist, and a lady's watch on her left. He tried to get a glimpse of the all-important ring finger on her left hand. No ring! Awesome!

At the next landing, she turned again, and he marveled at her profile. She had a very pretty face, with just the right amount of makeup on. He lips were colored a soft pink, and her cheeks had just a tinge of blush. Her skin looked flawless, as did the rest of her. She was like a goddess walking among mere mortals, and he could not take his eyes off of her.

He stared at her as she ascended the next flight of stairs. As her skirt swished back and forth, he caught just a little glimpse of an edge of white lace. She was wearing a slip under it, and just that hint of lace made his heart race even more, and got him aroused. He could feel his pants getting tighter and uncomfortable in the crotch to walk, as he grew in size, in response to her looks. She moved with the power and grace of a ballerina.

As Mark continued to climb the stairs and gape at her, he felt like he was in love with this gorgeous visage, this feminine ideal, this goddess he saw before him. He was undressing her with his eyes. He was imaging her in bed. He was dreaming of their future together.

 

Suddenly she turned around to face him, and he took a step back, stunned. He almost fell down the steps, so great was his shock from her rapid pivot and turn. She was looking right at him, and her eyes seemed to burn a hole right through him, with their smoldering anger.

"You've been staring at me like that for quite a while now, and enough is enough" she said, her hands placed on her hips.

"I....I'm sorry?" said Mark weakly.

He wasn't ready to talk to her, let alone face her angry response to his stares.

"The hairs on the back of my head have been standing on end ever since I got on these stairs. Every time I turn, I can see you ogling me. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable that feels for me?"

In Mark's mind, he wondered why she was so upset. She was so pretty, so beautiful, so attractive. She *had* to be used to having men stare at her like this. She was *inviting* his stare anyway, by being so hot, and dressing in such sexy clothes. She *wanted* him to stare at her.

In fact, now that he saw her from the front, he could see the angling lines from the top of her bra, as they showed through her thin white blouse. The lace pattern on the bra showed through as well, and he was transfixed, staring at it. She really *did* want to be looked at like this. But he knew better than to just say that outright. He wanted to make it with her, and didn't want to blow his chances by looking like some sort of stupid male pig. So he decided to act apologetic.

"I'm really sorry" he said, in a smooth voice. "I didn't mean to stare at you like that. Its just that you look like a supermodel, and even if my brain knew better, I couldn't make my eyes stop from drinking you in. Let me make it up to you. Can I take you out to lunch?"

There, he thought. Flattery. She would smile, and react kindly. But he was mistaken.

"You're not sorry!" she said, even more upset now. "I can't believe that as a so-called apology, you give me a pickup line! You think that as a way of showing remorse, you should get a lunch date with me? I don't think so."

Mark was stunned. What was wrong? Why wasn't she responding to his smile, and his smooth offer? She should have been appreciative. Instead she was angry. He just couldn't understand women sometimes. He had to try and do something, fast, before he lost her.

"No, you've got me all wrong" he said. "I really *am* sorry. I won't do it to you, ever again. Please try and forgive me."

"You know" said the woman, "your apology almost sounded sincere that time. It would be a lot more convincing through, if you were looking me in they eye when you said it, instead of looking at my boobs. You just don't get it, do you?"

Mark didn't know what to say. He shrugged his shoulders. That made her shake her head in disgust.

"I wish you could really understand what it feels like for me to be stared at like that" she said.

 

Mark didn't know how to react to that barb from her. But as he stood there, something strange happened. He was a good six or seven inches taller than the gorgeous woman, and he was looking down at her. But now, he was looking her right in the eye. She was getting taller! Or he was shrinking. *Everything* seemed bigger. He *was* getting smaller. Now, he was looking *up* at her.

The woman put her hands over her mouth in shock as she saw what was happening to Mark. But then, she moved her hands, revealing a smile. Why was she smiling at him now? What was going on? This was all impossible! He felt strange now, queasy inside.

He continued to look at this incredibly beautiful woman before him, but now instead of feeling aroused, he felt scared of her. Something was happening to him, and *she* was the cause. He felt weak inside, like she had some sort of power over him now, and his decreased stature was just one sign of that. He didn't know why, but he felt like he *belonged* to her now. And that made him feel all the more weak.

A woman. He was under the power and control of a woman! How could this be? He was a man. A man who loved to be the one in control in the relationship. The one who had to be on top in bed. Women were supposed to be meek. They were supposed to be the weaker sex. They were supposed to love, honor, and obey him. But now he had fallen somehow under the control of this woman!

If she told him to jump, he would have jumped. If she told him to sit, he would have done so, right on the stairs. He felt inside that he was completely hers, and he was unable to resist her in any way.

"Look into my eyes, instead of my boobs" she said.

Mark looked up, right into her powerful gaze. She had just *controlled* him, making him do something against his wishes. His feeling inside had been correct: he was completely hers now, unable to disobey her wishes. He was being controlled by a female. He had become hers.

 

As Mark looked up at her, he felt a tickle on his neck. He reached back to see what was lightly touching him there. It was something long and soft, hanging from his head. He turned in panic, and it swirled around in the air. He looked down and saw it there too. Long, soft, wavy blond hair. He had long hair, like a woman now.

But that wasn't all. When he looked down to see the ends of it curling up towards him, they were laying on his chest. A chest that was no longer muscular and smooth. Instead, his chest now had two large mounds on it. Breasts. He had boobs! Oh no! This couldn't be true!

Instinctively, his hands shot up and cupped his new breasts. He was horrified to see that they were small and petite now, with long nails painted a cherry red color. They were girl's hands, but they were his. The truth of his situation was beginning to dawn on him, as he looked down at his chest, and could see the outline of his white lacy bra underneath, as it gently cupped and supported his large breasts. Now he noticed the pull of the straps over his shoulder.

It was as if he was a woman now. A woman! Him! Out of instinct, without thinking, Mark put his hands down between his legs to feel himself. Instead of touching pants, he touched a skirt. And between his legs, instead of his protruding manhood (which had been fully aroused just seconds ago), he felt nothing. Nothing! It was all gone. And he was completely surrounded by the skirt, which flared out at the sides, where his wide hips were.

He looked at his reflection on the wall, and saw for the first him his pretty face. His perfectly rounded butt, which poked out behind him, giving the skirt that oh-so perfect shape he loved to see on a woman. He looked down at his long smooth legs, which ended in high heeled shoes.

Instead of the gray outfit that the other woman was wearing, he was in a navy blue business suit, with the skirt and matching jacket. He was wearing jewelry. He could smell his own perfume. He was a woman now. in every way. He was a woman. A woman. He felt like crying. This was terrible. It was impossible. But how could his eyes deceive him? And he had touched himself, feeling the softness. He *was* a woman now.

"My name is Sarah" said the other woman, as she stood there smiling at him.

"I'm Mark" he replied automatically.

His new soft higher pitched voice came as a surprise and a shock. To talk and hear someone else's voice coming out of you is not something you can prepare for. So it was quite unsettling for Mark.

"Not anymore" replied Sarah. "You need a new name, to match your new body. I think you look like an 'Andrea' to me. So I think I'll call you that. That is your new name. Hello Andrea."

"Hello" replied Mark.

Sarah's words set of a cascade of events inside his mind. It rocked his world. He was in her complete control, and her word was the law. She said his name was Andrea now. And that meant that to him now, his name was Andrea. One memory after the next was effected, as the name 'Mark' lost its significance with him, and 'Andrea' took over as the name he thought about for himself. He *was* Andrea inside now.

That was the name he would answer to now. If someone yelled out 'Mark', it would not effect him. But if they called out 'Andrea', he would turn around in an automatic response. The ripples continued in his mind, as his life was rewritten. He was Andrea. He had always been Andrea.

"And what is your name?" said Sarah, not realizing what effect her commands had on the new woman standing before her. Andrea looked at her and replied.

"I am Andrea" he said, with complete conviction, as if he had been born to that name. That was his name now. It was who he was.

Sarah was very pleased that he accepted it so easily. She didn't know or understand why this remarkable change had taken place, but she was going to take advantage of it now. She was going to teach this man what it was like to be a pretty woman in an office, that everyone ogled. Who knew when he'd change back? She had better get to work on it right away, she decided.

"Follow me Andrea. You are going to help me work today."

"Sure Sarah" said Andrea, who felt an inner glow. He was going to get to help Sarah! This was going to be wonderful! He started to follow her through the door, and down the hall. It was only as he was walking, feeling his skirt swishing as he moved, his hair lightly brushing his neck, and his new boobs jiggling, that it dawned on him that being in a woman's body, everyone would be looking at him. The women would see him as one of *them*. And the men would be staring at him, just has he had been staring at Sarah moments before.

As they walked down the aisle way between the cubicles, and Andrea had to endure the leering stare of a man walking from the other direction, that he started to realize exactly what his treatment of Sarah had been, and how awful it was. A *man* was looking at him, like he *wanted* him. He felt so vulnerable! He felt scared. He swore right then and there, that when he got back to his old self, he would never do that again.

Andrea hoped that his repentance would magically make his transformation reverse itself, but he didn't change back. Instead, he looked down at amazement as his feet in the little cute high heeled shoes continued to walk, following Sarah, as if he had been walking in heels since the day he was born.

She paraded Andrea up and down several aisles, making sure that all the guys who were the worst at ogling her, got a good look at her new friend. As they passed by, they could even hear comments as the guys talked to each other on their phones, as if the women they were talking about were deaf!

"Hey Bill, check out the leggy blonde that Sarah has with he today" said one guy within their earshot.

"Wow, she's a real looker too" said another.

"How'd you like to get a 2-on-1 with those broads?" asked a third, as they passed by.

 

"Was I ever that bad" thought Andrea, as Sarah continued to lead him around. It felt *awful* to have men drooling over him like that. It was as if they all wanted to get into his pants. Ew! That was disgusting to think about, for someone with the mind of a man. But add in the fact that he had this new sense of vulnerability, due to his new female body, and it became an order of magnitude worse.

Finally, Sarah arrived at her office. She pointed to the chair by the wall, and asked Andrea to have a seat. Obediently, Andrea sat down.

"Take a note" said Sarah, handing paper and pen over to Andrea.

She began to dictate a memo to her boss, asking for funding allocation for additional resources. Then she asked Andrea to read it back, still having a hard time accepting the new voice that came out when he spoke the words. He had a soft, gentle voice, with just a hint of a southern accent. A man would have found it sexy to hear, but as a man trapped inside a woman's body, it was scary.

Andrea felt so weak, so controlled. Every time he moved, he was reminded of his new body. Every time he did something because Sarah asked him to, he was reminded that he was a slave to her. He felt uncomfortable, embarrassed, and an inner fear was growing minute by minute. What if he was stuck like this forever? How was he going to get out of this? If gaining an understanding of her feelings was the goal, then it had been accomplished. But he was still in a woman's body.

"That sounds good Andrea" said Sarah. "Type it up for me, print it out, then put it into an envelope for Mrs. Lormond."

"Sure thing Sarah" said Andrea, much to his disgust. She was treating him like a secretary.

"Listen Andrea, we have a professional relationship here at work. You need to address me as 'Ms. Chantrelle' or as 'Boss'. I can't have you using my first name like that. It sounds too informal."

"Yes Ms. Chantrelle" said Andrea.

"Very good. Now off you go. There is work to do!"

Andrea sat down, and started typing in the note. It was a little hard at first to type, with such long fingernails. His keystrokes needed to be much more precise. But in time, he was able to get better at it. When the note was done, he ran spell check, then printed it out. He looked around for an envelope, but could not find one. He stepped out off the office, and looked down the hall. The supply room had to be somewhere nearby. He was wandering around, looking lost.

"Excuse me Miss, you look lost" said a man wearing a suit and tie. "Are you a visitor here?"

"No, I'm Andrea. I work for Ms. Chantrelle."

"Oh, Sarah's new girl. Yes, she told me you'd be coming on board. Welcome to LinCo Andrea. I'm Larry."

"Thank you" replied Andrea, not sure what he meant by that. Sarah's new girl? Coming on board? This man thought that he was a secretary for Sarah!

"Now let me help you dear. What are you looking for? The lady's room?"

"Well, actually, I was looking for the supply room, so I could get some envelopes."

"Let me show you dear" said the man.

He put his left arm out indicating the way to walk, and put his right hand gently on the small of Andrea's back, as if to give him a nudge. Andrea felt a terrible twinge between his legs. He felt frightened and vulnerable. A simple gesture which surely this man thought was friendly, felt hostile and aggressive to Andrea. It was an invasion, unwanted and uncalled for. How dare this man touch him! He recoiled, but took a step forward. If the man patted him on the butt or something, he would have turned around and punched him.

It was clear from the way the man was talking now, that he wanted to flirt. He was going to follow Andrea into the supply room, and keep talking. There was only one way out.

"Um, excuse me. I really do need to use the lady's room" said Andrea. "Where is that?"

"Well, the supply room is there, at the end of the hall. And the restrooms are here, on the left."

"Thanks" said Andrea. "I'll see you around some time."

And with that, he ducked into the lady's room, to get away from the flirtatious man. It was sort of like going out of the frying pan, and into the fire, because no sooner was he in the lady's room, when Andrea felt nervous, scared, and out of place. There were women with their purses standing at the mirror, fixing their makeup. There were pairs of women chatting to each other, holding their purses over their arms. And there was a line for a stall.

They were all friendly, and wanted to introduce themselves to the 'new girl'. And so it was that Andrea found himself meeting a dozen women all at once, all of whom acted like they wanted to be his friend. An hour ago, when he was a man, this would have been a wonderful day. But now that he had transformed into a woman, it was terrible. They liked him, not because he was handsome and manly. They liked him because he was pretty, feminine, and *one of them*. He was one of them! A woman.

It was a great relief when a stall opened up, and Andrea was able to duck inside. Now what to do? He sighed, and tried to figure out how to pull down his skirt. There was a zipper in the back he found, and when he undid it, he was able to pull it down.

He sat on the seat after pulling down his silky panties and pantyhose, but jumped up a bit when he discovered that it was a little wet. Someone had sprayed on it, and hadn't bothered to clean it up. How come a woman miss? It wasn't like a guy standing up and having to aim. It wouldn't be until later when he asked Sarah, that he would learn that many women squat, but are afraid to touch the toilet, so that they stay clean. That was why someone had gotten the seat wet.

After wiping it up, Andrea sat down. Now he could examine himself for the first time. He looked down between the large breasts he had on his chest, and saw the tuft of pubic hair, but not the usual 'equipment' protruding beneath it. Also, instead of an unruly bush of hair, he was neatly trimmed into an even, regular rectangle.

He tried to get a glimpse of his actual pussy, but it wasn't easy to see. He would need a mirror to really check it out. It was weird not to be able to see your own genitals. He felt sick as he touch himself down there, reconfirming the lack of anything male. It was just inconceivable. How could it not be there? It had been there all his life! Now it was gone, changed into a pussy.

He decided that as long as he was there, he might as well go, so he did. He knew that women wiped themselves off when they were done, so he did that. It was shocking to feel something gently rubbing up against the lips of his pussy. He had a sudden urge to explore inside it. All his life he had loved women, loved how the looked naked, and of course he loved to feel himself penetrate up inside them.

Now he was one, and his fascination with pussies hadn't stopped. What was it like? How did it feel? He would have to find out. But now wasn't the time or place. He pulled his panties back up, then his pantyhose. That felt so weird to have something tight on his crotch like that, and to have it lay flat. He was so intimidated by his new pussy. Then came the skirt. It was almost frightening to wear, being so different from what he normally wore. He hadn't even explored his breasts yet, but he was equally scared of the bra he had on underneath his silky sheer blouse.

 

Soon, Andrea was back in Sarah's office, with a fresh supply of envelopes.

"Andrea, there you are. I was wondering where you had wandered off to."

"I was getting envelopes for your letter Ms. Chantrelle" said Andrea.

"Very good. I also heard from my network of friends, that you visited the little girls room."

"That's true. I had to hide from a man who was flirting with me."

"Ah, Larry. He's harmless, but quite a bother. You just need to be firm with him, tell him you're not interested, and he'll back off."

"Thank you Ms. Chantrelle. I will next time."

"Very good Andrea. Now while you were doing all that, I gathered the necessary forms for you to fill in as someone applying for a job here. I've already put in the home phone number and address for you."

"But that isn't my number. And that isn't where I live."

"It is now" said Sarah.

"I don't understand!" replied Andrea.

"Well Andrea, let me explain. Those are my home number and address. You will live with me now. I've been testing you all day, and it seems that you are incapable of disobeying me. Isn't that true?"

"Yes" said Andrea, with his head down.

"So you will make the perfect secretary for me at work. And at home, I can teach you all about being a woman, and give you free room and board, in exchange for you helping me with the housework. We'll be like sisters."

The word 'sisters' echoed in Andrea's head. Any dreams of ever having Sarah as a lover were going away. Instead of being her man, he was to be her *sister*. But being a sister had a further implication. One that had barely dawned on Andrea's conscious mind. The fact that he was now a woman.

He had been a man in a woman's body up to this point. But now that Sarah had called him her sister, it mean something different. It meant that Sarah thought of him as a woman. And he was unable to do anything but what she wanted.

"I will be your sister...." he said in a somewhat monotone voice. He would be her sister. A close *female* relation to her. She was telling him that he was female now. And that just shattered him inside. His whole world view, his state of mind, his way of thinking about the world and about himself....they were all based on being male. But now Sarah was telling him he was female. One by one, like dominos, his memories, his thoughts, the components of his inner self were tumbling down and being smashed to bits.

"What's the matter?" said Sarah, with a look of concern on her face.

Andrea was unable to answer. It was as if his brain was rebooting. And when his systems restarted, they were no longer 'his' systems. They were *hers*. Andrea's brain was now in female mode, her world reentered around that fact. Old memories were gone. Male attributes were gone. Only the female remained.

The person standing in front of Sarah had been a man named Mark. Now he was Andrea, and he was a woman. In his mind, in his heart, and in his soul, she was now fully female. Andrea was a woman, through and through. Mark was no more, and there was only Andrea, a woman.

But then a remarkable thing happened. Sarah told Andrea something to do.

"Have a seat" she said pointing to the chair, concerned about the way Andrea's face looked so pale.

"No, I think I'd like to get a bite to eat instead" said Andrea.

When Andrea's inner mind had been male, it had been completely obedient to Sarah. But now that it was female, it was no longer inferior. It was no longer weak. It was on the same level as hers, female, and as such, could no longer be a slave. Andrea was free now, to think her own thoughts, and to do as she pleased. She was no longer in Sarah's power. Femininity had brought freedom for Andrea.

"Why Andrea, you didn't do what I told you to" said Sarah, surprised.

"No Sarah, I didn't. I'm a woman, and you can't just order me around like that."

"I'm *so* sorry" said Sarah. "I thought you were still a man inside. If I realized that you thought of yourself as a woman now, I would never have acted that way to you. Tell you what, let me make it up to you. Lets go out to lunch. My treat."

"Thanks" said Andrea, giving her a hug.

"For what?" said Sarah, almost moved to tears.

"For everything. I don't know what happened, but you've remade me. And I like who I am now. I like what I am. I just love being a woman! This is the best day of my life."

Sarah did cry a single tear, out of happiness. That brought wetness to Andrea's eyes as well.

"Listen, I meant what I said before. Although you'll be working here as my secretary, I want you to move in with me, so I can teach you everything you'll need to know about being a woman. We will be like sisters. We'll go shopping together, double date, hang out, and have a lot of fun. What do you say?"

"Of course I will" said Andrea. "I look up to you so much. Some day, *I* want to be a manager here too, and follow in your footsteps."

They hugged again, then started to walk out to Sarah's car, so they could drive off to lunch. All the men in the office stared at the two hot babes as they walked down the aisle. Nobody had any idea that one of them had been a man, earlier in the day. They just saw the sexy bodies, the large breasts, the skirts, the long hair, the high heels, all the other little feminine touches.

Now that magic had entered the office, they didn't know it, but one of them was next to cross over, and become a woman like Andrea had...

  

  

  

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