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"I don't know what's gotten into you, Mary," Ms. Beau said, leaning back in her chair, "But I'm loving it." Mary let out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding. "Thank you, Ms. Beau." "I remember when we hired you years ago," the boss continued, "Such a meek little thing, who could've thought you'd have the will to go from a secretary to CFO?" Mary looked at the woman, realizing what she had just said. "Does that mean?" Mary began, but was cut off by Ms. Beau's hand reaching for a handshake. "Yes. So, do you think you're up for the job?" Mary shook it, thinking about how this was the second best thing to happen to her this week, right behind becoming a woman.
Miles was, in fact, a meek little thing when he first came onto the company. He was a simple secretary, nothing grand or luxurious, but he was okay with it because it paid the bills. No one knew who he was apart from his job, and no one really cared, or at least they didn't until he received an email one day promising newfound confidence. Having already caught up on his work for the day and with nothing new coming in, he decided to go through his inbox when it caught his eye. He opened the email, interested, but then his screen went black.
Thinking he had broken something or worse, infected the company computers, he started to panic. Without warning, a deep calm washed over him, causing him to slump a bit in his chair. He stared at the black screen, seeing his reflection looking back at him as it started to shift. His close-cropped hair grew, flowing out of his scalp like water and settling a few inches off his shoulders, shifting in view to a purplish-blue. None of this alarmed him, even when his eyes became wider and turned a vibrant blue, a brilliant sparkle to them. His lips grew bigger as his nose shrank, his jawline sharpening to give him the look of a mature woman. Even his glasses changed from round ones to a new sleek design.
His chest started to tingle, his shoulders shrinking and rounding to give him a long, slender neck where a choker formed. His pinstriped dress shirt restitched itself to have a wide, flat collar and a deep neckline. Any worries about it fitting properly were dismissed as a pair of breasts started to fill the tightly tailored top; a glimpse of a lacy bra contained the growing surge of fat and showed a deep canyon of cleavage. Straps and buckles wrapped themselves around the shirt, lifting just the right places to give his chest maximum appeal.
The changes weren't done with her just yet, as the pins and needles moved downward. A breeze caught his smooth skin as the legs of his slacks started to crawl up his body. It mended itself into a tube, becoming a leather skirt that he had no doubt would drive men crazy. He felt his rear and thighs start to grow much like his chest, his hips causing the new skirt to creak under the pressure. A slit appeared on the side of the skirt, just enough to tease his curves without giving anything away. The only uncomfortable part was the pinch in his groin that signified that he was no longer a 'he' but instead reborn as a woman.
Miles's, no, Mary's socks climbed her legs, reaching mid-thigh where they began to thin. Her toned legs showed through the gossamer material as the cuffs frilled out into lace, matching her bra as well as the pair of thigh garters that appeared to hold the stockings up. Her boring, flat dress shoes reshaped into tall, pointed heels, giving her just enough height to return her to her once male height.
Mary stared into her reflection, touching her new body with her dainty fingers when the screen turned back on. The email was no longer on screen; instead, it was just her inbox, but with a small change. Her new identity was in the corner, showing as logged in, the old Miles lost to the universe, but she didn't care. She cracked her knuckles and got to work, knowing that she had what it took to climb the corporate ladder even if Miles didn't