An unwelcoming party

You slowly creak open the door, only to find a woman standing outside, as far as she can be from the doorway while still being directly in your line of sight. She places her hand on her chin. “Ooh, you’re quite a looker aren’t you?”

Stealth Check: Failed!

Well, the guards may have been intimidating, but you’re not about to back down from a fight with some lady in a women’s business suit and high heels. You dart out of the closet, intent on silencing her before she can alert the guards, but you barely get two steps out before stopping dead in your tracks. Your peripheral vision expands as you exit the doorway to reveal a row of Team Rocket grunts on either side of you, lined up wall-to-wall and completely boxing you in. Sigh… There’s no way you’re getting out of this one, huh? You reluctantly raise your hands in surrender.

The woman continues speaking. “You’re smart. Or at least, not dumb enough to take on a dozen of Team Rocket’s finest. I still wouldn’t call it ‘smart’ for a pretty girl like yourself to march right into our hideout.” Her smug and teasing voice makes you want to punch her in the face.

She steps closer and examines you, and you can’t help but do the same to her. Despite being in formalwear, her suit jacket is only buttoned up to the bottom of her boobs, and with no blouse underneath, she ends up exposing a massive amount of cleavage. Massive indeed, as her breasts are huge. Probably about as big as Emilia’s, though proportionately smaller, considering the woman absolutely towers over you, exceeding six feet tall even before her high heels are factored in. Still, she has a flawless hourglass figure that her black jacket and pencil skirt cling to tightly. She’s basically a hot, slutty rendition of an office lady. A burgundy, capital R sits on her left jacket shoulder, matching her burgundy hair. Though tied in a ponytail in the back, much of her hair still hangs freely in front of her shoulders. Her rounded, triangular glasses complete the office lady look, and then her pantyhose take it an extra mile by being just thin enough that the pink of her skin shows through.

“Though you’re a bit old for the title of ‘girl’, aren’t you?” the woman continues. Tch. She could only be a few years younger than you. She circles behind you and adds, “But this ass of yours is nice. You certainly must put some effort into keeping it perky, yet still so very big.” She slaps your ass abruptly, making you grit your teeth at the disrespect. And in front of so many men, all eyeing you lecherously…

She walks back in front of you and stands facing away, looking over her shoulder back at you. “You’re cute. Pretty, even. Because you try to be. And these…” She suddenly grabs your boobs through your thin tank top and lack of a bra, forcing you to let out a little squeak. “They’re not as big as mine, but they’re still big.” After weighing them a bit, she lets go with a satisfied look. “You can have the title of ‘girl’ after all.” She winks.

Suddenly her tone turns cold and authoritative. “I want her processed and in my office in five minutes. Don’t keep me waiting.” The guards get to work, dragging you away in a sea of black uniforms.

(The character I used as the basis for the Team Rocket Boss’s appearance is Lorelei. I’m not planning on having the Elite Four in this story, but it seemed like a waste not to include Lorelei considering how partial I am to her design. So I used her appearance, rather than making a genderbent Giovanni. Personality-wise, she won’t match Lorelei very closely.)