An Honest Woman

Alex's keys never reached the lock. As soon as he had them out and moving toward the door, as if by magical command, it opened. On the other side was, he was fairly confident, the last thing he would have ever expected to see.

Standing, beaming, inside Alex's house, holding the door, was Jeffery Anderson. Alex's boss. Wearing a red and white polka-dot dress.

Not only a dress, either. Jeffery was balanced on a red high heeled shoes, sporting a pony-tail, and was wearing make-up. Make-up!

"What the hell are you doing in my house?!" Alex said before he could even process what he was seeing.

"Oh, the usual, silly," Jeffery giggled, "Laundry, dishes... I was just about to do the vacuuming when you came home. Do you want me to stop? Do you want to, you know, do something else?" Jeffery winked at that, causing Alex to shiver.

"I, uh... where's Tina?" Alex demanded, still dumbfounded, "Did she let you in?"

"Let me in? I used my key, honey, how else would I get in?" Jeffery said in a peppy voice, "Now get your tush inside so I can close this door!"

Alex shuffled inside, still unclear as to what was going on. As soon as he stepped in, Jeffery closed and locked the door, then reached up and grabbed Alex's jacket. Once the jacket was hung in the front closet with satisfaction, Jeffery gave Alex's shoulder a squeeze with his manicured hand (red nails... had they been red when he came in??), then swayed down the hallway back toward the kitchen.

"I was thinking of pasta for dinner tonight, sweetie, unless you want something else?"

"Pasta?" Alex said, feeling like his brain was shutting off, "Dinner?"

"Oh goodie," Jeffery replied, "Pasta it is. For desert I'll make something yummy. You're a hard working man and should have a reward at the end of the day, after all."

Stumbling toward the kitchen himself, Alex caught sight of Jeffery filling a pot with water. From behind, the dress didn't seem to fit so strangely anymore, almost as if Jeffery's body had changed somewhat, developed a bit of an hourglass figure. That couldn't be so, of course. Bodies don't just change. Do they?

Alex's mind went back to the office, to Amanda. In a matter of minutes, she had gone from a dowdy nerd to a walking centrefold. Alex's penis began to stiffen just at the thought of being close to her again, of her kiss, of her body...

"Oh! Is that for me?" While Alex had been lost in thought, Jeffery had crossed the kitchen to stand in front of his employee, bent at the waist, and was staring at Alex's crotch, "Is my big man excited watching me in the kitchen? Are you enjoying the show?"

The mustached man straightened, revealing as he stood a large set of breasts that were practically spilling out of the top of his dress. Alex couldn't help himself. His erection twitched at the sight. He would have never considered Jeffery to be someone he'd ever be attracted to, but now, as his body was changing before Alex's very eyes, he couldn't help it. It was almost as if Jeffery's body was being made specifically for Alex, remoulded to fit Alex's unspoken desires.

"Maybe, if you're good," Jeffery purred, his voice taking on a higher pitch, "I'll put on a real show for you later. Maybe then you'll finally make an honest woman out of me."

"Look, Jeffery," Alex finally broke in, "I don't know what's happening, but where's Tina? I'm a happily married man, and I want to see my wife!"

That's when Alex heard the back door open.