Boss -- Bimbo -- Lingerie

Richard had needed to really hold himself back the day before, wishing beyond anything to level another extremely noticeable change in his boss' direction, but ultimately deciding against it when he considered that some things might be best to take slowly.

At work he sneakily turned his head from time to time, taking a glance every now and then, in his boss' direction. While the boss' figure was still eyecatching, that didn't mean that the same amount of attention was sent her way as had been done on those days when the shock of change had been fresh.

She still wore the same grid-patterned business skirt, the one with cuts in the sides for her ass to fit comfortably. What Richard tried to see, was the top of those cuts. He had remembered the previous visibility of her frumpy panties and counted on that pattern to confirm that his spell had worked.

It was unfortunate, but Richard didn't get confirmation this way, as the g-string his boss actually wore climbed high enough on her waist to leave it invisible through her side-slits. Despite the inability to confirm the spell's workability, Richard still found plenty of fun in his cubicle that day.

"Hey gurl, I totally did this amazing thing you asked for!" Came a statement from that coworker who had always annoyed Richard so, she still wore the same insanely high heels as her boss wore. Her instincts were to try to match the appearance and mannerisms of those she tried to butter herself up to. Something which had stretched to the changed voice on this day.

"That sounds really super duper! Can you, like, show me?" Came the response from the woman in charge, only a slight inflection in her voice indicating her being tired of being **** to talk in this way. The spell cast upon her that previous day forcing cheer into her speech, something which she was powerless to fight against.

Richard came to bow his head down the rest of his workday, his currently planned out method was a slowly moving one, intending to change the demanding boss bit by bit. The current progress wasn't as interesting to him as the final product he envisioned in his head.

With the day moving closer to night, Richard remembered what he had seen on that previous day, something which would **** him to commit to a certain act. He picked up his phone to send a message to his step-sister, "Hey, I saw you needed to come to my town for a bit, should I prepare a mattress for you?"

"Yes please, see you tonight," came the answer straight away. The courtesy was welcome, but Richard had his head spinning in the moment, should he, and how would he, explain his magical object to his visiting step-sister?