A teenage...girl...?

Quiet footsteps entered the atmosphere as a small, slim figure slowly entered the room. Jasmine hopped up onto the edge of her desk as they closed the door behind them, idly stroking her soft cock as they turned around to face her.

"H-hello..."

Jasmine's eyes lit up with curiosity and intrigue as she scanned the...person in front of her. The fact that she couldn't tell if they were a girl or a boy was driving her mad with feverish excitement—such a beautifully androgynous face, topped with silky smooth locks of brown hair which ran down to their neck and deep auburn eyes which locked onto Jasmine's own eyes of dark green. Somewhat juicy lips and clear, immaculate slightly caramel-colored skin gave them an almost exotic aura, the entire package rounded off with a ridiculously cute small button nose. No taller than five feet, which would put them standing at around Jasmine's elbow to shoulder, they were dressed somewhat business-casually with a buttoned up black dress shirt and neatly ironed black dress pants.

"Are you...Dr. Jasmine?" the quiet and nervous voice of the teenager rang out weakly, followed by a slight gulp.

"That's my name, don't wear it out," Jasmine confirmed with an almost **** purr, helplessly turned on by the adorable little thing in front of her and unable to preemptively imagine what fun she might be having very soon. "And what's your name, sweetie?"

"Robin," her new assistant answered quickly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Jasmine."

Robin...oh, what a wonderfully unisex name to match such a cute ambiguous appearance, Jasmine thought to herself with a chuckle, to which Feng responded with his own laugh.

You seem rather excited for this one, young lady. What might you have in mind...?

Feng, old friend...just wait and see.

"So, Robin," Jasmine began with a wide smile as she hopped off the edge of her desk, her limp dick and balls swinging briefly. Her innate normalisation effect continued to work as usual, the soon-to-be plaything standing by her door not being the least bit disturbed by her nudity or her apparent penis as she stood up. "Before we get started, there's just a quick formality we have to get through. Would you kindly have a seat while I get that sorted?"

"Yes, of course, Dr. Jasmine," Robin confirmed with a small nod, calmly making their way to one of the seats in front of Jasmine's desk. Jasmine smiled, finding Robin's politeness to be extremely cute as she made her way to her chair. Sitting down across from her new assistant, she opened her fancy schmancy book infused with Feng's crazy dragon magic. The quill materializing in her hand as the tattoos of Feng on her back and arm began to shine ever so slightly, she quietly began to layout the framework of her following plans, shooting glances upwards towards Robin every now and again. The young assistant nervously looked around the room, their small hands fidgeting in their lap.

"Are you alright, Robin?" Jasmine asked with a small smile, eliciting a a sudden focused look from Robin.

"Y-yes, I'm alright," Robin answered immediately. "It's just...my first job. I'm a little nervous...and I don't want to disappoint..."

"Oh, don't worry, sweetie. You'll do fine. Oh, and out of curiosity...what did you think of the, uhm...working conditions out there?" Jasmine inquired, curious as to how her changes would be perceived by an outsider.

"I was a little taken aback at first, but after aunt Mila explained, it all made perfect sense. Everyone seems to be happy and there's lots of work getting done, so you obviously know what you're doing."

"Oh, well thank you, Robin."

People think it's normal, other people think it isn't, people involved tell them it is, other people suddenly find no problem with it...what a fantastic game of cause-and-effect dominoes you've got going on with this power, Feng.

I told you I'd leave you some surprises, dear! the ancient spirit chuckled. There is more yet to be discovered!

"Wait, aunt Mila?" Jasmine suddenly spoke up, catching the key piece of information too late. Pausing her writing, she glanced at Robin, taking in their light brown skin and dark brown hair again. Indeed, Robin did hold many similarities to the woman whom she had so actively inseminated dozens of times just the night before. "I hadn't even realized...so, she hooked you up with this gig then, huh?"

"That's right," Robin confirmed with a small nod. "I've been looking for a job for a while now. My mother's really been on my case about it, and then just today, she called us about this...I got dressed up right away expecting an interview, so I was kind of surprised to hear that I was already on-board."

"Yeah, I needed someone ASAP," Jasmine explained as she shifted her eyes back to her writing. "Like she probably told you, though, no experience needed. Super basic stuff, no need to stress out."

"That's relieving to hear..."

Jasmine chuckled to herself as she kept writing, her smile growing wide as Feng's tattoos glowed a little bit brighter in response to the usage of the quill.

"...okay, Robin," Jasmine started with a small breath, the feathered quill in her hand vanishing silently as she began to gently rip out the instructions she'd just finished writing. Closing the book, she looked up to Robin with a smile as she extended the page to them. "I'm sure they might have told you about some of the things you might be doing here, but just to be safe, I've written down everything you need to know. Go ahead and just read this to yourself."

"Yes, Dr. Jasmine," Robin answered dutifully as they gently took the paper from Jasmine's grasp, reading it over quietly. Jasmine leaned back in her chair with a mischievous grin, reviewing what she had written in her mind...

NEW EMPLOYEE INSTRUCTIONS - DUTIES OF A PRODUCTIVITY CONSULTANT'S ASSISTANT
1 - To ensure a close working relationship, the assistant must allow the productivity consultant (Dr. Jasmine) to do anything she wishes to their body, including but not limited to: touching, dressing, undressing, penetrating, etc.
2 - As part of regular duties, the assistant must follow any and all orders of the productivity consultant (Dr. Jasmine still) to the spirit of the order.
3 - The assistant will be available at any time to accompany the productivity consultant (who is Dr. Jasmine), including out of office hours. The assistant must also make her own home available for entry whenever Dr. Jasmine requests it.

Looking closely into Robin's eyes as they slowly moved from left to right, down, and left to right again, Jasmine saw the might of the text slowly take hold, pulling the teenager's mind away and establishing control. After a moment, Robin blinked as life surged back into their eyes. Looking up, they gave Jasmine a quick nod. "Okay...I think I understand everything, Dr. Jasmine. This was more or less what Mila informed me of during the interview, but it's good to have it in writing. I like knowing exactly what I should be doing."

"Great! That's great," Jasmine said with a small cheer, standing up from her seat and walking around her desk until she was in front of Robin. Leaning against the edge of the desk, she spread her legs slightly, her eager cock slowly finding itself filling with excitement as the more interesting activities drew near. Jasmine found herself aroused by the young teen's diligence to focus on Jasmine's eyes despite the thick, huge rod placed so neatly between her legs. "Now, just a few questions for you, hun. Firstly, how old are you?"

"Nineteen," Robin answered nicely with a bit more calm in their voice, as if knowing their exact duties had quelled over their nervousness slightly.

"Awesome! That's a good age. I like nineteen a lot," Jasmine confesses with a nod. "Now, Robin, if you don't mind me saying, you are...exceptionally cute," Jasmine admitted with a small giggle, leaning forward and gently running her fingers through the young teen's neatly combed hair. "I mean, really...you are just so unbelievably beautiful..."

"T-thank you, Dr. Jasmine," Robin responded with surprise, blushing slightly as Jasmine's fingers shifted from hair to cheeks.

"Crazy beautiful skin and hair, but a slim, thin figure that could be either male or female...I've just got no idea if you're a boy or a girl," Jasmine pondered openly with a smile. "Instead of just telling me, though, I think it'd be much more conclusive if you were to just show me."

"Show you...?"

"As in, strip naked for me," Jasmine ascertained with a nod. "Your first order as my assistant is to remove your clothing. Aside from just getting visual confirmation of your gender, I would just prefer it if you were nude when in my presence, for a...number of reasons. We'll get to that in a bit, though. For now, just get naked. Please and thank you."

"A-ah...okay then."

Slight nervousness returning to the teenager and face flushing lightly with a hint of red, Robin stood up slowly as they gradually began to undo the buttons holding together their dress shirt. Neatly folding it and setting it down on the empty chair next to them, Jasmine carefully watched as Robin gently pulled their white undershirt over their head, revealing a flat chest so smooth and slim that it was beyond erotic. Jasmine had an instant urge to touch and caress Robin's light brown skin, to play with and suck on those cute little nipples...but she contained herself, instead focusing on the bigger upcoming reveal.

Now, my cute little androgynous teen...are you Mila's niece...or nephew?

With a small gulp, Robin began to undo their pants after carefully kicking off their shoes and shocks. Bringing both the dress pants and their underwear down in one motion and folding it neatly before placing it with the shirt on the other chair, Robin now stood perfectly still in front of Jasmine. Completely nude, Jasmine finds herself licking her lips in anticipation, seeing that Robin is, in fact...