Total Control

by

Paul G. Jutras

 

"Welcome to your new job, Chris." Mr. Johnson said as Chris Parker stood up and shook his new boss' hand.

"Thanks, sir." Chris said. "I'm glad to have a chance to work in his company. Even if I'm only starting off as a receptionist."

"Confidently, I had hope for a female assistant, if you know what I mean." Mr. Johnson said as he saw Chris walking with a bit of a wiggle in his hips as he went to take a seat at his desk. "Yes, a female assistant."

It was about lunch time when an E-mail appeared over the papers Chris was typing into the computer. It read: please pick up the suit I left at the cleaners. If you wish pick an outfit out for yourself on the company expense.

"That's nice of Mr. Johnson." Chris thought as the e-mail vanished from the computer screen and he finished storing the letter he was typing inside of the computer's hard drive. He then noticed it was a half hour past the lunch hour. "Don't really have time for a big meal at the cafeteria. Maybe I'll just have a salad today."

Taking small bites of the salad, Chris found himself unusually full. He then remembered that Mr. Johnson wanted his suit picked up before he went home for the day. He headed for the company garage and took his car down town to the cleaners.

"I'm picking up a suit for a Mr. Johnson," Chris said as he showed his ID to prove he worked for the same company.

"Ah, yes." The cleaner said as he brought the suit and a lap top computer. "I have a e-mail attachment for you to read."

"Thanks," Chris said as he opened the attachment and had his eyes glaze over. He stared in a dazed state for several minutes. When he blinked not only was the lap top gone, but Chris had no memory of the cleaner setting it before him. What more, he didn't even seem to notice that while the light from the monitor shined on him, his nipples stretched into a C cup.

"Here is your change," The cleaner said as Chris took the money and left the store.

"Thanks," I got some shopping to do." Chris said in a higher pitch voice as he left the store and noticed a sale on skirts and dresses in the boutique next door. "The boss did say buy something nice on the company pay roll. A girl has to look her best at work."

Chris soon stood before a mirror in a blue business suit with a pleaded skirt and matching pumps. He told the sales girl to give the suit and tie he had on to charity before leaving. "I don't know what I was thinking going out of the house without a bra." He thought to himself as he notice a nearby salon. "I think I have time for a leg wax before returning to work."

"Ah, Christine," Mr. Johnson said as Chris gave him the suit from the cleaners. 'You look a lot better this afternoon."

"Thanks, dear.' Chris blushed. "I don't know what I was thinking going out without even make up on."

"You look like I'm making you wet." Mr. Johnson said as Chris' penis turned inside out and reformed into a vagina without him realizing it.

"I guess you are." Chris giggled.

"There is just one thing I got to say to you, my sweet." Mr. Johnson said with a smile across his face. "Transfigure,"

"Mr. Johnson?" Chris said in a puzzled look. "What am I doing here?"

"I had been born with an odd extra cell in my brain." Mr. Johnson said with a smile. "Some people develop the power to read minds or move objects with their minds while I learned to alter reality. Ever since I sent you that first e-mail, I've been controlling your reality to alter you into the perfect female assistant."

"I allowed you a few minutes for the old you to know what happened to you." Mr. Johnson went on. "But I think I like your new sweeter personality better. Don't worry though, I'll allow you to be aware of everything your going as you ride as a passenger in your own body."

"No!" Christine cried out, not recognizing her own voice.

"Rumble Double." Mr. Johnson said as the look of horror on Chris' face changed back to Christine's sweet smile. "How about we talk about your future with the company over dinner?"

"Sound wonderful," Christine said with hope of becoming a corporate wife.

 

THE END

  

  

  

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