Who's The Boss

by Jennifer White

   

When Jack got his promotion to director, I was happy for him. He had been a great boss for me, and I had advanced my career. Now that he would be in upper management, it would only be a matter of time before he needed someone he trusted to fill a role... and I would get the call. All I had to do was to cruise for a year or so at my current job, then I'd be all set in my career.

When Tanya was announced as our new boss, I was somewhat leery. I had never worked for a woman before, but I had an open mind. I believed in equality between men and women in the workplace, as long as it wasn't some chick that was going to milk the system by having babies, then making the company pay for months of medical leave, child care, and all that. Equal was equal, but I hated when chicks got all these extra benefits, and then nobody would dare fire them because they were afraid of a lawsuit. Okay, I guess all things weren't quite equal in my mind.

Tanya strutted in to the first meeting with our department, as is she owned the world. Right off the bat, there was something about her I didn't like. She had an MBA, and she acted as if she knew our jobs better than we did! She started to lecture us about how inefficient we were, and how things were about to change. She stood there in her chalk striped pants suit and high heel shoes, as if her wardrobe made her superior to us all.

I had to admit that she was attractive, but she was so d*mn bossy! She wanted to show us all that she was in charge. And for some reason, she really singled me out. In front of the whole group, she berated me, as if I was an intern who didn't know what he was doing.

"Look at this report" she said. "There are four spelling mistakes, the grammar is terrible, and even your numbers are sloppy. You expect me to send this out under my name? Are you trying to embarrass me in front of all the executives? Do you really think the way to treat your boss is to try and make her look bad? This is just pathetic."

I was unable to even defend myself; she would just snap and cut me off.

"You're three weeks behind in your expense reports too. Believe me, after what I've seen here of the poor quality of your work, I'm going to comb through your reports, item by item. If I find even one questionable item, I'm going to go to the executive committee and tell them how you're padding your expenses."

She pointed her finger at me.

"Don't think that just because you were Jack's favorite, that you can get away with doing such poor work for me. You're going to get yourself into shape, or you'll find yourself out of a job. Now go back to your desk, and do something right this time. Believe me, I'll be watching you."

Wow! What had I ever done to her? I walked out of the conference room just shaking. I was so upset. I hated her. What a b*tch!

* * *

After my first meeting with Tanya, things didn't get any better. The next day when I came into work, I found her sitting at my desk, on my computer.

"Excuse me" I said. "What are you doing?"

"I heard a report from a coworker that you might have been using your computer for non-business purposes. I'm checking your log files to see if you in fact have been on any internet poker sites, pornography, or other offenses for which I could fire you."

I was disgusted. I didn't do that sort of thing at work!

"Look all you want. You're not going to find anything" I said. "I'm going to get a cup of coffee. I hope that when I come back, I can at least sit down at my desk and do some work. Otherwise I might get yelled at for falling behind."

I stormed off. This was too much. If things didn't improve by the end of the week, I was going to put in for a transfer. This was just too much. She didn't even trust me? She was looking for a reason to fire me, right off the bat. What had I ever done to hurt her? I had such an intense hatred for her now.

When I got back to my desk with my coffee, thankfully she was gone. I sat down, and went to work to update my report, so she wouldn't go ballistic again. I made all the changes she had suggested. I emailed it to her, then went on to open up the Miller file, so I could start my important work on that project. I knew there was trouble when I heard the clicking of heels, coming towards my desk.

"Is this the first report you've ever written?" demanded Tanya in a loud voice that everyone could hear.

"No" I replied. "I've been doing this successfully for years."

"Then you seem to have forgotten how to properly do your job. Do I need to bring Elizabeth over to show you how to do this?"

"But she's just an intern" I replied.

"Yes, but she knows your job better than you do, apparently."

Tanya took out her cell phone, and placed a call.

"Elizabeth? Can you see where I'm standing in the cubicle farm? Yes. Please come over here. I need for you to show one of the workers how to properly do his job. You had better plan on working with him all day long. He doesn't seem to know what he is doing. Thank you Elizabeth."

She hung up, and my face was red with rage. In front of everyone, not only was she scolding me, but she was saying that even a college student intern could so my work better than I could! Now I was going to have a girl showing me how to do my job! Needless to say, I wasn't very pleased with this turn of events.

Elizabeth sat down next to me, and pointed to the screen, as Tanya looked on.

"See?" she said. "You just click on this column."

"I know!" I said, my frustration showing in my voice.

"Don't talk to her that way!" snapped Tanya. "She is here to help you. You will treat her with respect and courtesy."

As if she showed me any! I had to suffer the indignity of having this young girl show me my job, which I already knew, for hours. Much of the time, Tanya stood there, her arms crossed, watching my every keystroke and my every word. I was so upset that after work, I had to go to the bar and get slammed. This was too much.

* * *

The next day, things weren't any better. Tanya walked up to my desk, and placed a pile of paper in front of me.

"Yes?" I said, not used to being handed a foot deep pile of messy paper.

"These documents were found in the files, but as you can see they are quite disorganized. Determine which customer each document is for, sort them into piles, then file them all."

"Um, isn't that they type of work we have the interns or the secretaries do?" I asked.

"Since you are unable to do the work I ask of you, I thought I might as well put you on this job. Maybe if you show me you can at least perform these types of duties, I could consider giving you something more meaningful next time."

That was when I realized it: she wanted to fire me. She was trying to bait me, to get me to react, so that she'd have an excuse. I wasn't going to let her win. I was going to do what she asked for now, but as soon as she looked away, I would start to look within the company for another job.

When she walked away, I heard my coworkers whispering to each other. No doubt about me. I felt humiliated. She was treating me as if I was one of the interns or something! I gritted my teeth, and started doing the menial work that Elizabeth or one of the other college students should have been doing.

I logged on to the jobs posting system, and clicked on three of them that I was interested in. The hiring managers would see my impressive resume, get a glowing recommendation from Jack, and I'd be set.

That night, I had the idea to call Jack, and see what advice he might have for me. He said that since he was so new in his role, he'd have a hard time bringing me into his new department so quickly. He said to hold on tight, stay with it, and he'd be able to do something in a couple of months if I couldn't get a transfer immediately.

* * *

The next day, Tanya called us all into her conference for a meeting.

"I have some news" she said. "We are freezing this department as of today. That means nobody will be allowed to transfer out, unless I approve it. Each and every one of you will be evaluated, and based on the results, we will determine who wills stay, and which of you might have to be downsized. That is all."

We all shook our heads, and got up to leave. But she wouldn't let me go. She had something extra to tell me.

"Don't try and go behind my back again" she warned. "I have contacts much further up then even your friend Jack. I could snap my fingers, and get him fired today. If you try anything, I promise you, both of you will go down."

I just glared at her. Why did she have to come in here and ruin everything?

"I don't trust any of the numbers that your team has compiled" she said. "Here are the last three months of sales figures. I want you to input these all into spreadsheets, and recalculate everything."

"I can just generate a report from the sales database" I said. "That would only take a minute, and it comes out nicely formatted and everything."

"Don't you listen to me when I speak?" she said, sounding angry. "Let me tell you again in small words, so you understand this time. I don't trust those numbers. I want you to input all of this data into a spreadsheet. And yes, you need to make it nicely formatted. Am I clear?"

"Yes" I said, disgusted. I was going to have to waste days worth of time, for something that could be done in a few minutes!

"Oh, and I need the numbers by 7:30 tomorrow morning. I have a meeting with the executive council, and I can't show up empty-handed."

I nodded. I was going to have to cancel my plans for the evening, and work late to get this done. I sat down at my desk with a fresh cup of coffee, and got to work. I spent hour after hour designing the spreadsheet, entering all of the numbers, checking and double checking, so Tanya wouldn't have any excuse to get angry with me.

In fact, I worked until 11:30 at night. I went home bleary eyed from having stared at the screen for so long. I got up the next morning extra early, and went into the office. I printed out the final spreadsheet, then checked the numbers one last time. Just for fun, I looked at the sales report from the database. I smirked. My numbers were within cents of that report. I had just done all that work for nothing, really.

I walked into Tanya's office at 7:00am. She was sitting there, reading a note or something on her computer. She didn't even acknowledge my presence for several minutes, even though I cleared my throat. She heard me. She just wanted me to sweat.

Finally, she looked up at me.

"Yes?" she said.

"Here's the report you wanted" I told her. "I checked all of the numbers three times, so I am sure it is accurate. I also printed off the report from the database, so you can compare the too. As you can see, the reports agree. Now at least you know you can trust the report from the database. Now is there something else I can do for you?"

I stood back, proud of myself. I had completed her impossible task on time, accurately, as well as having shown her that I was right all along about the report. She picked up the two report printouts I just gave her, and she absolutely stunned me when she tossed them into her trash basket, without even looking at them!

"I had Elizabeth run the numbers for me too" she said. "Your numbers are different from hers. Therefore, you must have falsified yours, in order to match the inaccuracies of the database. I am going to have to put failure of yours this in your employee file. That will be all."

I just gaped at her. All that work I did, and she didn't even look at it! She had me work hard, just to throw it all in the trash. And on top of that, she accused me of falsifying records. I decided that I had enough of her. I was going to write up a report, and send it to senior management. Either she had to go, or I would.

* * *

That night, I had a very disturbing dream. In the dream, I was in a bedroom. Tanya was laying on the bed, dressed up in very sexy lingerie. I walked over to her. She pointed to the floor, and I knelt down in front of her. I put my mouth on her pussy, and I started to lick her, giving her cunnilingus. I woke up in a cold sweat. I hated that b*tch. The last thing I would do would be to try and please her in bed! And I certainly wouldn't kneel down before her, just because she pointed to the floor. I had a hard time falling asleep after that nightmare!

I finally did fall asleep again, and this time I dreamed I was in the office. Tanya was there, telling me what to do, and I was being very obedient. In fact, it was like I was doing her bidding automatically, no matter how terrible of an order she gave me. I felt a strange sensation I couldn't put my finger on, but it was something that somehow aroused me, and obeying her seemed to heighten my excitement. In the dream, she smiled at me in a way that was so frightening that I woke up in a start.

I didn't get any more sleep that night, and when I arrived in the office that morning, I was quite bleary eyed! I got to work checking my email, responding to memos, and working on the Miller account some more. I was staring at my computer screen, thinking about my situation, when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked.

"I need to see you in my office. Now."

It was Tanya. My heart beat hard and fast. What was she going to do to me now? What more humiliations could she possibly try and bestow on me? I was far from enthusiastic as I walked into her office. As usual, she made me stand there for several minutes before she even acknowledged me.

"Close the door" she said firmly. "Sit down, over there."

I had a seat, unsure what to do or say. She started to talk to me about our department, how we need to pull together as a team, and how Jack had told her I was one of the leaders. She asked for my input on several issues, and then she thanked me for my time.

I walked back to my desk feeling confused. I was really stunned. She had just been so nice to me. This was how I had expected for her to treat me the first day of work. What had caused her to change like this? I felt really good as I sat down at my desk. I reached down to scratch myself in the chest. Something felt itchy there.

When I touched my chest, I felt something under my shirt, which startled me. I traced it with my finger, as it ran up over my chest, and tapered down to a thin strap that went over my shoulder. My face must have gone pale as I realized that I was wearing a bra.

That was impossible! How could I be wearing a bra? Here in the office! I looked around, but nobody was paying me any attention. I quickly put my suit jacket back on, before anyone had the chance to see me. What would the guys say if they saw that I had a bra on under my button-down dress shirt?

I certainly hadn't put it on when I got dressed in the morning. I would have noticed it! And by now, I would have sensed it being there. No, it must have gone on me when I was in Tanya's office. But I had only been there for a few minutes. I looked at the clock on the wall, and I gasped when I noticed that it was almost three hours that had gone by since I had gone into her office.

What had she done to me? How could what seemed like a short pleasant chat have taken three hours? I was filled with fear at what was happening to me. The rest of the day, I remained at my desk, fearful that someone would discover what I was wearing. I couldn't just go into the men's room and take it off.. what if the next guy walked in, and saw a bra sitting there in the stall? Or of someone saw me through the gap by the door? I was too afraid of being discovered.

So when 5:15 rolled around, I hurried out of the office, and got home as fast as I could! I took off my shirt, almost ripping it, as I rushed to get the d*mn bra off of myself! I got my shirt off, then I had to try and wrestle the thing open. And I thought it was hard to get one off of a woman! It was almost impossible to reach behind myself, and unlock the stupid things, so I could get out of it.

The bra itself was white, lacy, and had embroidered pink flowers. Seeing it on me totally freaked me out. I finally struggled to get it off, and tossed it quickly into the trash can. When I saw that I still had red marks on my skin from it, I quickly pulled on a comfortable T-shirt to hide my skin from sight. Now I took off my dress pants, so I could pull on jeans. And that was when I made the second horrible discovery of the day: now only had I been wearing a bra all day, but I had been in panties too.

panties! On me! And I hadn't even noticed. I quickly pulled them off, and tossed them into the trash along with the wretched bra. How could I have put those on? And why didn't I even notice it? I was really scared now. What was happening to me? There could only be one explanation: the three missing hours from my day when I was in Tanya's office must be linked to me ending up in lingerie like that. I had to avoid being alone with Tanya from now on. I could never allow this to happen to myself again!

Thankfully, it was Friday night, so I wouldn't have to face her in the morning. I drank a half case of beer, and I fell asleep on the couch, with the tele still going.

* * *

That night, my disturbing dreams continued. Once again in my dreams, Tanya was ordering me around in her bedroom, and I was being very obedient. Only this time, I noticed that I was wearing the same lingerie set that she was! I had on a bra, nylons, garter belt, and even the same high heels shoes that she did.

She pointed to the ground again, and I knelt before her, going down on her, pleasing her.

"Oh my little darling" she said to me, "My baby, my pet. You're the girl of my dreams."

That was enough to make me snap to and wake up, again in a cold sweat. This was quite disturbing, to say the least! I hated Tanya, and I'd never want to give her pleasure. I didn't want to dress up in lingerie, and I certainly didn't want for her to call me 'the girl of her dreams'! The dream was just about as far from my ultimate fantasies as you could possibly be. Yet I had dreamed it.

I was frightened now, not wanting to fall asleep again. But I had drank too much, and sleep once again overtook me. Before I knew it, I was back in my dream world with Tanya. This time, I was in the office. I was dressed up from head to toe as a woman, in a blue chalk-strip suit with a pencil skirt. I was typing a letter for Tanya, when the phone rang.

"Ms. Hunter's office" I said in the dream in a voice that wasn't my own.

Once again, I woke up, and this time I made sure I didn't fall asleep again! I had three cups of coffee, then walked around the house until I was fully awake. It was hours before the sun would come up, but I was not going to sleep again that night!

* * *

All weekend, I dreaded what would happen Monday in the office. I considered calling in sick. But Tanya was looking for any excuse possible to fire me. So I would have to show up, or have a note from my doctor. I wanted to get as far away from the awful feelings I had in the dream, when I had been dressed up as a woman. And so I set about doing something very manly: I went to my workbench, got out my saw, and set about working on building the shelving for the den that I had been working on for months.

I sawed the wood. I sanded. I made a dovetail joint. I assembled the pieces, then sanded some more. I prepared to stain the wood. All sorts of manly tasks like that, so I could get the terrible dream off of my mind. I was getting ready to clean the wood to remove any sawdust before I stained it, when the doorbell rang.

I left my workbench, and headed to the front door. A delivery man was there, with several boxes for me. I hadn't ordered anything. I wondered what it could be. I took the boxes to the livingroom, and started to open them up.

"There must be some mistake" I said out loud, as I saw the contents of the boxes. There were full of clothes. Women's clothes. skirts. panties. Bras. Blouses. pantyhose. Lingerie. Even shoes. When I saw the shoes, I realized that they were big enough they would fit on my feet. This wasn't an order for some woman, it was an order meant for me.

But I would never wear this junk! I put it all back in the boxes, taped them shut, then called the shipping company to tell them there was some mistake. I got a recorded message telling me to call back during office hours, Monday through Friday. Great. Now I'd have to wait to send all the junk back. I sighed. Someone seemed very determined to try and turn me into a woman. I wasn't going to let that happen! I returned to my workbench, to get back to my manly hobby of woodworking.

* * *

Saturday night had me dreaming more of the same terrible dreams. Only this time, in my dream, after I went down on Tanya, she had me stand up, then she reached behind me and removed my bra. She let it fall to the floor, and she cupped her hands around my large firm breasts. In my dream, I had real breasts! She started to suck on my nipple, when I woke up with a start. No! What was happening to me?

During the day, I moved my new shelving unit into position in the livingroom. I started to load it up with books, when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hi, it's Tanya" she said.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Oh, I was just calling to see how your weekend is going" she replied.

"Its just fine. I'm just finishing up a project around the house."

"That's nice" she replied. "I want to see you in my office first thing tomorrow. Does that work for you?"

"Sure" I replied. It was nice to hear her acting so kind and friendly to me.

"Great. See you then!" she said cheerfully, before hanging up.

I put down the phone, and picked up another stack of books. I reached up to place them on the top shelf. It was a lot easier, because of the high heels I was wearing.

No! I had the shoes on! I was in heels! I looked down at myself, and I almost cried when I saw that I had a skirt on. I had a blouse on. My legs were covered with nylons. I could feel the bra underneath my frilly blouse. I was fully dressed up as a woman. No! How had I done this?

In total panic, I looked at the clock. 10:00pm? It had just been morning! The whole day had flown by somehow. I went to the caller ID, and looked at the incoming call list. Tanya had called me at 11:42am. What had seemed like a minute, had actually taken ten hours. And in that time, I had somehow lost consciousness, gone through the boxes of clothes, and dressed up.

I looked for the boxes. They weren't where I had left them. I looked around the house, but they were nowhere to be seen. As I walked towards the bedroom, something caught my eye: the boxes were sitting out by the dumpster, empty! I had taken them out somehow. I hoped I wasn't dressed up in the skirt when I did that, or else all of the neighbors would have seen.

What did I do with the clothes, if they weren't in the boxes? I went to my bedroom, and opened up my dresser drawer. I wanted to cry when I saw that I had neatly put away the new clothes in my drawer. In the closet, the skirt suits were hanging up, with the new shoes neatly arranged on the floor.

As quickly as possible, I took everything off. I went to throw it in my trash can, but I noticed that it was empty. I had somehow fished out the bra and panties I had previously thrown away. I must have put them away too. I decided then and there, that I would call a doctor on Monday, and get an appointment. I was losing my mind.

* * *

That night I had the same dreams again. Me, dressed up in lingerie, going down on Tanya, pleasing her. Again, she removed my bra, and cupped her hands over the large firm sensitive breasts that I had on my chest. Only this time, she had me lay on the bed, she knelt in front of me, and she put her mouth on my.... pussy.

In my dream, I had a pussy, like her! I woke up, unable to forget the terrible feeling in my body. I had felt what it was like to have a pussy, in my dream. I went to throw cold water on my face. As I did, I was horrified to see that I was wearing a nightie. No! What was happening to me? How could I stop it? I had to go see the doctor, as soon as I got done with work for the day.

My eyes were red from the lack of sleep when I arrived at the office. I sat down with a huge cup of coffee, but it wasn't enough to keep me from feeling groggy. Now I was filled with deep dread: Tanya wanted me to go to her office "first thing". There was no way to avoid her. My heart was pounding as I entered her office, and had a seat. She smiled at me, that same smile from my dreams. I prepared for the worst.

"You look tired" she said. "Have you been sleeping well?"

"No, Ms. Hunter" I replied.

"Maybe you need a few days off, you poor thing" she said.

"That would be nice, Ms. Hunter" I replied.

"You will come stay with me at my house" she said. "I will help you."

"Thank you, Ms. Hunter, that would be very nice" I said.

"You do realize, that I'm grooming you for a new position" she said.

"Yes Ms. Hunter. Thank you" I said.

"When you return to work next week, all of your cares will be gone. You will be my personal assistant, and you'll be able to spend all of your time looking after me, taking care of my needs, and doing what I require."

"It will be a pleasure, Ms. Hunter" I said.

"Go out into the office, and tell your coworkers that you are going to work for me now" she said. "And Elizabeth will be in charge while we're gone."

"Yes, Ms. Hunter" I replied.

"I'll be waiting for you in the car, Jacqueline" she said, smiling at me.

I smiled back. I took out the mirror from my purse, and quickly checked my makeup. Everything looked good. I took a deep breath, and went out down the hall, my heels clicking on the floor. I called everyone over, and made the announcement.

"I just wanted to let you all know that it has been a pleasure working with you. I'm going to transfer to a new position. I'm going to be Ms. Hunter's personal assistant. If you need anything from her, please do come see me. I'll be taking a few days off, but I'll be back on Monday. Until then, if you need anything, Elizabeth will be running the office. Ta-ta!"

I turned, my skirt twirling as I moved. I started to walk to wards the car, a huge smile on my face. Ms. Hunter was there in the car, waiting for me. I got in the passenger door, and she started to drive off.

"There" she said. "It is done. Now everyone in the office knows that you are becoming a woman."

That was when my mind came back. It had been like I was in one of my terrible dreams for the past hour. I had just gone in front of all my coworkers, dressed up as a woman! I had let Tanya call me 'Jacqueline', and I had called her "Ms. Hunter"! No!! I was sitting in her car, all dressed up like a girl! I had nailpolish on my fingers, and on my toes! My legs were shaved! This was impossible!

"I'm having another dream" I said. "Wake up! Wake up!"

"This isn't a dream" she replied. "This is reality. Your new reality, that is. You are becoming a woman."

"That's not possible" I protested.

"Maybe you should look in the mirror" said Tanya. "You're already well on your way. Very soon, you'll pass the point of no return, and the rest of your life will be spent as a woman."

"But I'm a man!" I said.

"Not anymore" she replied.

I felt so upset. How could I be dressed like this, riding in a car with Tanya, who I hated? I was so confused.

"What have you done to me?" I said.

"I installed software on your computer to hypnotize you, and to begin reprogramming your brain. With a word, I can put you under, and put thoughts directly into your head. Right now, I've allowed you to think your own thoughts. But that will change, if you don't obey me."

"But how could it do this to me? I mean...."

"You silly girl" said Tanya. "You don't understand how much you are in my power. Do you even remember going online at your home, and ordering yourself a new feminine wardrobe?"

"So that's where the clothes came from" I said.

"Or do you remember shaving your legs this morning? No? I thought not. You see, I have more control over you mind now than you do."

"That's not possible" I protested.

"Really? Why don't we try to activate some of your programming" said Tanya. "Lets start with the items in the bag in the back seat."

I looked back there at the bag. I grabbed it, and looked inside of it. I was revolted at what I saw: two large fake breasts with big nipples and everything. I looked at Tanya, with my disgust showing on my face.

"Would you like to put those into your bra?" she said.

"No way!" I said.

"Lets see about that."

Tanya leaned over towards me, and whispered into my ear. I couldn't really make out the words, but as she spoke, I suddenly felt an overwhelming change inside. I felt so wrong, because my chest was so flat. How could I go around with my bra cups hanging empty? They seemed so sad, not having anything to support.

I recalled a memory of when I was a schoolgirl, and most of the other girls in my class had developed boobs. I was still flat, and they were all starting to grow breasts. I felt so left out. Now I felt the same way, with Tanya having a nice full bosom, but I was still so flat. But there was hope for me: the fake boobs in the bag. I had an overwhelming desire to put them into my bra, so I could have boobs too.

I picked the first one up, and slipped it in. Then I put the second one in too. Suddenly, I felt so much better, as a huge wave of calm, warmth and pleasure washed over me. I more confident in myself and my beauty. I felt good. I knew that I would never again go without my new boobs again. I loved them so much! All of this occurred in the blink of an eye. Seeing the boobs on my chest sent a surge of pleasure through me, and I felt my penis get really hard.

"Now you have boobs" said Tanya. "In fact, you want to have boobs, don't you."

"I.... " said. "I do. You made me want to have boobs! No! Please stop this!"

"Stop? My dear, I'm just getting started."

I shuddered. She had just made me want to have boobs, and it had been so easy for her. What would she do to me next?

"Please, whatever I've done to you, I'm sorry. Please stop! Don't make me become a woman! I'll do anything you want. Please!"

"What kind of offer is that? You already will do anything I want. You're already mine. No, you must be made an example of."

"Why are you doing this to me?" I said, my voice a mere whimper.

"When I first came into your department, you were viewed as the de facto leader. Everybody knew that you were the golden boy, destined for upper management some day. First, I made everybody understand that you and I were feuding. And then they saw me turn you into an obedient woman. Do you think that any man in the office would dare to get on my bad side, after this? They will shrink in fear of me. Everyone will do as I say. Nobody will ever think of crossing me."

Now she whispered to me again, and once more, and I felt the hair on the back of my head stand up, and a tingle ran up and down my spine. I wondered what she had just done to me.

"Tell me" she said. "What is your name, my dear?"

"I'm Jacqueline, of course" I replied. What a silly question. Didn't she know who I was? My name had been my name all of my life. When I was a little girl, sometimes my mommy called me "Jackie" for short, but other than that, I've always been Jacqueline.

Ever since I was a girl? Why could I remember being a girl? I had been a boy! I tried to think of my life back then, but all I could remember was playing with dolls, having my sisters teach me how to put on makeup, and dressing up in my mommy's clothes, so I'd feel like I was a woman instead of just a girl. Why couldn't I remember being a boy? I had been a boy, hadn't I? I looked at Tanya with fear and dread.

"You understand that I'm erasing your past life, and replacing your memories with ones that serve my purpose" she said.

I nodded. I understood, but I didn't like it one bit! I felt so powerless. She was reprogramming my mind. There I was, with the fake boobs in my bra, and feeling like I wanted them, while at the same time I could only remember my childhood as a girl. I struggled to remember my real name. All I could think of was Jacqueline.

Tanya smiled as she whispered into my ear again. I felt sick inside, as I wondered what she was doing to me now.

"Tell me Jacqueline" she said, "When you were growing up, what was your career ambition?"

"Well" I started, "When I was a girl, I dreamed of some day working in an office like my Aunt Claire did. I wanted to be a secretary, just like her. I wanted to wear the pretty outfits like she did, wear my hair up, and put on all the makeup she liked to wear."

"That's nice" said Tanya.

"So when I was in highschool, I took classes like typing, so I'd make a good secretary when I graduated."

"Aren't you glad you're going to work for me as my personal assistant now?" she asked.

"Oh yes" I replied. "It will be my dream come true."

I remembered sitting in my typing class in high school, wearing my plaid skirt and my tight sweater, so that all of the boys would want to look at me. Wait! I didn't want boys looking at me! Those couldn't be my memories! And why was my body responding to these memories by making my penis get even harder now? For some reason, all of these things that Tanya was doing to me to feminize my mind, was causing my body to respond be becoming aroused!

"I can see that you've accepted your place in the office as the secretary who reports to me" she said. "As you've seen, I demand total loyalty of my employees. I need people working for me who I can absolutely trust. You're going to see many sensitive documents. I need to be absolutely sure that I can trust you, Jacqueline. And I can only do that, if I know that I can control you."

With that, she whispered into my ear. I had a sinking feeling, as another wave of shivers passed up and down my spine.

"Jacqueline, hold your breath" she said.

I didn't particularly want to, but I stopped breathing. I just sat there. After a few moments, I started to sense the lack of oxygen, and I started to feel a panic. I looked at Ms. Hunter with fear in my eyes, and I made a sound, and pointed to my mouth.

"What's that? You want to take a breath, do you?" she taunted. "Very well. You may resume breathing, now."

As soon as she said 'now', I inhaled. I had to pant to catch up with the lack of oxygen in my system, which sent a rush to my head, making me feel dizzy. I already felt weak and powerless. Now I felt even worse. I was so much in Ms. Hunter's power, that I couldn't even take a breath, if she didn't want it. I realized now, just how much she owned me.

"You understand it now" she said. "There is no way you can ever go against me. With a word, I could make you jump off a bridge. I could make you marry a man. I could make you do anything I wanted."

"I am yours, Ms. Hunter" I said automatically. "How may I serve you?"

"You are going to spend the rest of your career as my secretary" she said. "Do you think I would like to have an ugly secretary, or someone who looks pretty?"

"You want a pretty woman to be your secretary" I said.

"Yes" she replied. "And if I want it...."

I realized something. I wanted to be pretty. I needed to be pretty, because I was her secretary. Her wants and desires were my needs! I felt such a longing to be pretty, for her. I wanted to be pretty. I wanted to look good, for my job as her secretary.

"You'd make so much better of a secretary for me if you were a woman" she said. "I'd prefer it if you were female. And so would you."

She whispered in my ear. Tears started to fill my eyes as I suddenly came to hate that awful thing sticking up between my legs, with such an embarrassing bulge. It now felt so wrong to have that thing there, ruining my look. How disgusting. I knew that as soon as it was possible, I was going to have to get rid of it.

"We will start out right away" said Ms. Hunter, "on a program to begin feminizing your body. I'm going to help you grow real breasts of your own, my dear. I'll help make you become curvy. Soon your bloodstream will become saturated with the female hormones I'll be giving you. I'm going to make you become a real woman."

"Thank you so much" I said. "I wish I could just cut this thing off of me now. I can't go around with a bulge like this in my pants! All of the other women will make fun of me. And what man would want me, when I'm so deformed."

"There, there dear" she said. "I'll take care of you. I'll help you become the woman you long to be."

I looked at Ms. Hunter with love in my eyes. She was so kind to me. I vowed to work as hard as a girl could, to serve her, and show her how grateful I was to her. I would do anything for her! In fact, I realized now that I wanted to be her. If I couldn't do that, I wanted to be just like her, in every way. I would grow my hair to be like hers, and color it as she did. I'd let my nails grow out just as long as hers, and paint them in the same color that she used.

I would go shopping tomorrow, and buy myself shoes, just like the ones she wore. I wanted outfits like hers to wear to work. Her purse was so cute, I wanted one just like it for myself. I would remake myself to become an clone of her. She was perfection. She was the feminine ideal. I wanted to be a woman exactly like her.

"I wish I had been born as your daughter, so I could have the same genes, and have your blood flowing in my veins" I said.

"That's very nice of you to say, Jacqueline" she replied. "I will treat you like a daughter, if you want."

"Oh yes, Ms. Hunter. I would love that very much" I said, as I looked at her with awe in my eyes. I would dedicate my life to her.

"As a daughter should, you'll live at home with me. I'll give you chores to do around the house, like the laundry, the cooking and the cleaning. Then you can be with me all the time, and I can teach you everything you'll need to know about being a woman."

"I'm so lucky to have a mommy like you" I said. "I don't know how to being to thank you."

"I'm sure you'll find a way, Jacqueline" she said. "A girl like you will go far in life."

I smiled. It was so wonderful to have someone like Ms. Hunter in my life. I was such a lucky girl.

  

  

  

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