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*My first attempt at making a publicly available TG story. I won't care to make more public unless it's something ya'll are into. Cheers*

You enter the waiting room outside the office of the man who might be your next boss, if everything goes well. The waiting room was completely empty. This struck you as odd, since there was clearly a desk meant for a secretary to sit at in the corner of the room. You make yourself comfortable in one of the leather chairs in the waiting room, and check the time. You've successfully arrived at the interview 5 minutes early, and although the silence of the office is very peculiar, you consider that it may be a test of your patience and decide to relax.

Precisely 5 minutes later, a handsome man enters the room wearing a suit. He looks about the same age as you, except he's a towering 6'5", give or take. You immediately consider that this man may also be competing for the job. However, that illusion is quickly dispelled. The man walks directly towards you with a smile, and extends his arm to shake your hand. "Welcome, you must be our new potential hire!" You quickly pivot from a concerned glare to a smile. You say "Uh, yes! Hello! I'm here to interview for the new CFO position. It's great to meet you!"

The man invites you into his office, and tells you that his last secretary was recently let go. He jokingly says "Well, in any case, she served her time!" followed by a hearty chuckle. You chuckle along anyways, although it sounded like more of an inside joke.

You sit down across from his desk, and begin taking out your resume. "I know I submitted this online already, but here's that physical copy that you requested." The man anxiously takes it. Before reading any of it, he places is it on his desk, gets up and walks over to a wall safe in the corner of the room. You sit there in the uncomfortable suspense. After 30 seconds, he opens the safe and grabs something out of it. A pink pen...

You can't help but give a confused smile. Why on earth would a pen be in a safe...? And why would a professional be using a pink pen?

"Ok, let's have a look at your resume here...." The man's eyes quickly glide over the resume. He reads over it fast enough to give you the impression that he's not really absorbing much from it. "Well, I'm going to be completely honest with you. I have some good news, and some bad news." You heart begins to pound. You burnt some bridges leaving your last job to come here, and you were made to feel that this job was basically guaranteed to you for the sacrifices you made. "Oh ... is there a problem?" you inquire, holding back your anxiety.

"Well, there have been some changes recently -- out of my control, really -- but basically, we just filled the CFO position yesterday evening." Your heart sinks in your chest. "But! There is some good news." You reluctantly fight through your despair and give him eye contact. "As you may have noticed when you walked in, I could REALLY use a new secretary. Haha! How about it?"

Never before have you been so overwhelmed with anger and disrespect. You hardly resist the urge to begin hurling insults at him, and instead say "I ..... I did not come here to be anyone's secretary. That CFO position was promised to me. LOOK!" You put your finger on the resume, attempting in vain to crush it into something flatter than paper. "That's not the resume of a secretary!"

The man smiles, and uncaps his pink pen. "You're right. It isn't .... yet." He begins swathing the paper with the pink pen, crossing things out and writing new information. "Says here, your name is John. That won't do for a prestigious secretarial position. Let's go with .... Alicia....... And you're a man? What a glaring mistake to make on a resume! Let's fix this thing up..."

You begin to consider that this man might be insane. Is he really the boss here or are you the target of a weird prank? Suddenly, you feel a heat in your bones and tingling throughout your skin. You stand up out of confusion while the man excitedly scribbles away, muttering things to himself. "Hmm... 5 foot 2 .... long blonde hair ..... body measurements? hehehe...."

The room begins to grow larger. Your eyes lock on to a lamp on the corner of the table near you. Is the lamp getting taller? That can't be right.... You feel your clothes becoming loose, as if you were a kid wearing your father's clothes to be funny. You feel a strange sensation in your muscles, as if something was squeezing them out of your body... The looseness of the clothes doesn't last long. The jacket falls off your shoulders, but your shirt begins to tighten while it turns pink. Meanwhile, your hands grip the top of your pants to keep them from falling. This issue also fixes itself when your pants begin to reshape into a black skirt and retighten against your skin. As if this wasn't overwhelming enough, your feel your height begin to increase once more, but not because your bones are stretching. Rather, it's because your shoes are reforming into a pair of black stiletto high heels.

You don't understand what is happening or how it's possible, but you know that pink pen must somehow be responsible. You reach out to grab it, but are caught off-guard by seeing your hands. They look so shockingly small! And where did the fake pink nails come from?! Suddenly, your eyes are ambushed by a waterfall of blonde hair covering up your vision. You let out a gasp as your brush your hair aside with your hands, and can't help but noticed that your gasp was rather .... high-pitched.

You begin to yell with your new feminine voice. "What is.... Oh my god, my voice! This can't be real! How are you --" The man interrupts you. "Relax, Alicia! Trust me, you are gonna LOVE being my secretary. I can be a bit demanding, sure, especially in the 'physical work' department, but I'll make sure to always leave a smile on that cute face of yours."

You recall that there was a mirror on the side of the wall when you came in. You clumsily stumble over to it, learning how to walk in heels on the fly. The face that stares back at you is best described as the face of a beautiful .... blonde... bimbo. Already covered in makeup, the only thing missing are the obnoxiously big lips. However, your new boss must've have been reading your mind. You watch in shock as your lips begin to inflate right before your eyes! You bring your new, dainty hands to your lips and squeal with your squeaky high-school-cheerleader voice in horror! "What the ffff-f-f-f....! My lipths are huge! I look like a slutty bimbo!!"

Your new boss casually responds "Don't worry, sweetheart. The last secretary found it jarring at first, too, but you'll get used to moving your tongue around them. I'll be sure to make you practice." The smirk on his face is unbearable to witness. You begin walking towards him, carefully, so as not to fall in your new footwear. As you once again get in range to grab the pen, you feel a sudden pinch between your legs. You let out a squeak as your move your hands down below, and scramble to feel for anything... But there is nothing. Instead, this feeling is followed up by a feeling of pressure in your ass and thighs. You move your hands around your hips, gasping at the inflation occurring in your lower body. You feel the skirt stretch and strain as it attempts to keep your hips concealed. It begins to move itself upward, showing off more of your thickening thighs. You then reach back to feel your butt cheeks, and your hands meet them at such a point so far-off from your body that you let out a scream! Your butt must be absolutely huge! You can hear the quiet murmurs of the fat under your skin expanding in between your heavy breaths. The skirt can now barely conceal the lower curves of your new ass cheeks. You attempt to press your small hands into your booty to restrain it, but are met with the most jiggly, jellowy, soft substance you've ever laid your hands on ... and your cheeks are full of it!

"Ah, now for my favorite part...!" The man pulls out his camera and begins to record you. "Sorry, Alicia. It's customary that I send this part to the boys. We'll laugh at it later over a few beers, haha!" With your mouth gaping open, you feel a pressure building in your chest. You take your hands from your hips and resituate them on your chest, as your nipples begin to poke firmly into your shirt. You feel the same familiar inflation of fat under each nipple, and you can hear the churning and gurgling of fat, seeming to magically grow inside your chest. Your new tits grow, and grow and grow, desperately seeking freedom from underneath your button-down shirt. You try to unbutton some of the top buttons, but the tension is already too high. The buttons begin to pop off your shirt as your tits soar past triple-D cups. You grasp them with your hands, and as if your hands didn't already feel feminine and tiny enough, your expanding breasts made them feel even smaller. A black lace bra must have magically formed sometime earlier, but nothing at this point is really shocking anymore. Your breasts continue to expand and pop buttons off your shirt, sending them comically soaring across the room, while you stand there in shock, vulnerable, and completely helpless to the power that your new boss wields. Your breasts finally settle at a size that a porn star would be proud of, and the only sound in the room anymore is that of your shaky breathing.

"Welcome aboard, Alicia! I know you've probably been a bit preoccupied with your .... new makeover, but I should tell you about some of the other things in your resume that I've found simply fascinating!"

"My name is .... not Alicia! It's .... ummmmm....." Your mind feels fuzzy. You attempt to think and remember, but it begins to hurt and give you a headache. You see a wallet on the floor. You fall onto your knees and scramble to open it. The driver's license is in plain view.... Alicia Rider. "Oh ... I'm Alicia? I thought... Wasn't I here for ... something?"

"Yes, sweetheart. You were here for the opportunity of a lifetime." Your new boss holds up your resume, and reads it to you. "Let's see... Your cheerleading days were the best time of your life, especially the times when you got to hang out with the football players at their house parties. And sure, community college didn't work out, but college isn't for everyone. You heard that I was hiring a new secretary through one of your girlfriends, and you jumped on the chance! Your starting salary is 50K a year, but ... Let's say there are some ways to earn some additional stipends, depending on how dedicated you are to serving me here in my office..."

You're not sure exactly what's happening, but everything he has said feels true. You crawl around the desk and situate yourself between his knees. "Could you maybe tell me more about those stipends, boss? 50K a year isn't nearly enough to pay for rent in this city..."

"I'm glad you asked, sweetheart...."

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*My first attempt at making a publicly available TG story. I won't care to make more public unless it's something ya'll are into. Cheers*

You enter the waiting room outside the office of the man who might be your next boss, if everything goes well. The waiting room was completely empty. This struck you as odd, since there was clearly a desk meant for a secretary to sit at in the corner of the room. You make yourself comfortable in one of the leather chairs in the waiting room, and check the time. You've successfully arrived at the interview 5 minutes early, and although the silence of the office is very peculiar, you consider that it may be a test of your patience and decide to relax.

Precisely 5 minutes later, a handsome man enters the room wearing a suit. He looks about the same age as you, except he's a towering 6'5", give or take. You immediately consider that this man may also be competing for the job. However, that illusion is quickly dispelled. The man walks directly towards you with a smile, and extends his arm to shake your hand. "Welcome, you must be our new potential hire!" You quickly pivot from a concerned glare to a smile. You say "Uh, yes! Hello! I'm here to interview for the new CFO position. It's great to meet you!"

The man invites you into his office, and tells you that his last secretary was recently let go. He jokingly says "Well, in any case, she served her time!" followed by a hearty chuckle. You chuckle along anyways, although it sounded like more of an inside joke.

You sit down across from his desk, and begin taking out your resume. "I know I submitted this online already, but here's that physical copy that you requested." The man anxiously takes it. Before reading any of it, he places is it on his desk, gets up and walks over to a wall safe in the corner of the room. You sit there in the uncomfortable suspense. After 30 seconds, he opens the safe and grabs something out of it. A pink pen...

You can't help but give a confused smile. Why on earth would a pen be in a safe...? And why would a professional be using a pink pen?

"Ok, let's have a look at your resume here...." The man's eyes quickly glide over the resume. He reads over it fast enough to give you the impression that he's not really absorbing much from it. "Well, I'm going to be completely honest with you. I have some good news, and some bad news." You heart begins to pound. You burnt some bridges leaving your last job to come here, and you were made to feel that this job was basically guaranteed to you for the sacrifices you made. "Oh ... is there a problem?" you inquire, holding back your anxiety.

"Well, there have been some changes recently -- out of my control, really -- but basically, we just filled the CFO position yesterday evening." Your heart sinks in your chest. "But! There is some good news." You reluctantly fight through your despair and give him eye contact. "As you may have noticed when you walked in, I could REALLY use a new secretary. Haha! How about it?"

Never before have you been so overwhelmed with anger and disrespect. You hardly resist the urge to begin hurling insults at him, and instead say "I ..... I did not come here to be anyone's secretary. That CFO position was promised to me. LOOK!" You put your finger on the resume, attempting in vain to crush it into something flatter than paper. "That's not the resume of a secretary!"

The man smiles, and uncaps his pink pen. "You're right. It isn't .... yet." He begins swathing the paper with the pink pen, crossing things out and writing new information. "Says here, your name is John. That won't do for a prestigious secretarial position. Let's go with .... Alicia....... And you're a man? What a glaring mistake to make on a resume! Let's fix this thing up..."

You begin to consider that this man might be insane. Is he really the boss here or are you the target of a weird prank? Suddenly, you feel a heat in your bones and tingling throughout your skin. You stand up out of confusion while the man excitedly scribbles away, muttering things to himself. "Hmm... 5 foot 2 .... long blonde hair ..... body measurements? hehehe...."

The room begins to grow larger. Your eyes lock on to a lamp on the corner of the table near you. Is the lamp getting taller? That can't be right.... You feel your clothes becoming loose, as if you were a kid wearing your father's clothes to be funny. You feel a strange sensation in your muscles, as if something was squeezing them out of your body... The looseness of the clothes doesn't last long. The jacket falls off your shoulders, but your shirt begins to tighten while it turns pink. Meanwhile, your hands grip the top of your pants to keep them from falling. This issue also fixes itself when your pants begin to reshape into a black skirt and retighten against your skin. As if this wasn't overwhelming enough, your feel your height begin to increase once more, but not because your bones are stretching. Rather, it's because your shoes are reforming into a pair of black stiletto high heels.

You don't understand what is happening or how it's possible, but you know that pink pen must somehow be responsible. You reach out to grab it, but are caught off-guard by seeing your hands. They look so shockingly small! And where did the fake pink nails come from?! Suddenly, your eyes are ambushed by a waterfall of blonde hair covering up your vision. You let out a gasp as your brush your hair aside with your hands, and can't help but noticed that your gasp was rather .... high-pitched.

You begin to yell with your new feminine voice. "What is.... Oh my god, my voice! This can't be real! How are you --" The man interrupts you. "Relax, Alicia! Trust me, you are gonna LOVE being my secretary. I can be a bit demanding, sure, especially in the 'physical work' department, but I'll make sure to always leave a smile on that cute face of yours."

You recall that there was a mirror on the side of the wall when you came in. You clumsily stumble over to it, learning how to walk in heels on the fly. The face that stares back at you is best described as the face of a beautiful .... blonde... bimbo. Already covered in makeup, the only thing missing are the obnoxiously big lips. However, your new boss must've have been reading your mind. You watch in shock as your lips begin to inflate right before your eyes! You bring your new, dainty hands to your lips and squeal with your squeaky high-school-cheerleader voice in horror! "What the ffff-f-f-f....! My lipths are huge! I look like a slutty bimbo!!"

Your new boss casually responds "Don't worry, sweetheart. The last secretary found it jarring at first, too, but you'll get used to moving your tongue around them. I'll be sure to make you practice." The smirk on his face is unbearable to witness. You begin walking towards him, carefully, so as not to fall in your new footwear. As you once again get in range to grab the pen, you feel a sudden pinch between your legs. You let out a squeak as your move your hands down below, and scramble to feel for anything... But there is nothing. Instead, this feeling is followed up by a feeling of pressure in your ass and thighs. You move your hands around your hips, gasping at the inflation occurring in your lower body. You feel the skirt stretch and strain as it attempts to keep your hips concealed. It begins to move itself upward, showing off more of your thickening thighs. You then reach back to feel your butt cheeks, and your hands meet them at such a point so far-off from your body that you let out a scream! Your butt must be absolutely huge! You can hear the quiet murmurs of the fat under your skin expanding in between your heavy breaths. The skirt can now barely conceal the lower curves of your new ass cheeks. You attempt to press your small hands into your booty to restrain it, but are met with the most jiggly, jellowy, soft substance you've ever laid your hands on ... and your cheeks are full of it!

"Ah, now for my favorite part...!" The man pulls out his camera and begins to record you. "Sorry, Alicia. It's customary that I send this part to the boys. We'll laugh at it later over a few beers, haha!" With your mouth gaping open, you feel a pressure building in your chest. You take your hands from your hips and resituate them on your chest, as your nipples begin to poke firmly into your shirt. You feel the same familiar inflation of fat under each nipple, and you can hear the churning and gurgling of fat, seeming to magically grow inside your chest. Your new tits grow, and grow and grow, desperately seeking freedom from underneath your button-down shirt. You try to unbutton some of the top buttons, but the tension is already too high. The buttons begin to pop off your shirt as your tits soar past triple-D cups. You grasp them with your hands, and as if your hands didn't already feel feminine and tiny enough, your expanding breasts made them feel even smaller. A black lace bra must have magically formed sometime earlier, but nothing at this point is really shocking anymore. Your breasts continue to expand and pop buttons off your shirt, sending them comically soaring across the room, while you stand there in shock, vulnerable, and completely helpless to the power that your new boss wields. Your breasts finally settle at a size that a porn star would be proud of, and the only sound in the room anymore is that of your shaky breathing.

"Welcome aboard, Alicia! I know you've probably been a bit preoccupied with your .... new makeover, but I should tell you about some of the other things in your resume that I've found simply fascinating!"

"My name is .... not Alicia! It's .... ummmmm....." Your mind feels fuzzy. You attempt to think and remember, but it begins to hurt and give you a headache. You see a wallet on the floor. You fall onto your knees and scramble to open it. The driver's license is in plain view.... Alicia Rider. "Oh ... I'm Alicia? I thought... Wasn't I here for ... something?"

"Yes, sweetheart. You were here for the opportunity of a lifetime." Your new boss holds up your resume, and reads it to you. "Let's see... Your cheerleading days were the best time of your life, especially the times when you got to hang out with the football players at their house parties. And sure, community college didn't work out, but college isn't for everyone. You heard that I was hiring a new secretary through one of your girlfriends, and you jumped on the chance! Your starting salary is 50K a year, but ... Let's say there are some ways to earn some additional stipends, depending on how dedicated you are to serving me here in my office..."

You're not sure exactly what's happening, but everything he has said feels true. You crawl around the desk and situate yourself between his knees. "Could you maybe tell me more about those stipends, boss? 50K a year isn't nearly enough to pay for rent in this city..."

"I'm glad you asked, sweetheart...."