Dictation

I had been Luke Syne, CEO of DynaNano, when I had thought up this plan. I suspected that middle management were inept and I needed to see how my company operated without my management staff trying to hide the problems. I needed to see how my company worked from the bottom up. So I created a new employee, a young girl in the secretary pool named "Kyra Kajira."

It was late Monday night when I set my auto reply to "on holiday and unavailable for a week". I programmed up the Nano's. I was keenly aware of my own strong personality traits and was concerned that people would recognise me. That would be embarrassing, so I made sure that there was a mental conditioning for passive submissiveness - quite the opposite of me. I also reluctantly flipped my sexual orientation. No one would know it was me lurking in this cute girl I was creating. I would not stand out by virtue of my reactions to other women. I have to admit I was curious to see how this week as a submissively quiet secretary went.

I administered the nanos as I left the office, feeling a bit light headed and woozy and knowing that when I awoke on Tuesday morning I'd be a lowly secretary. The drive home was short and uneventful. I went to my bedroom, stripped and fell asleep immediately.

I awoke in the morning. Female. "Dear god, what have I done?" I wondered with my new high girlish voice. My body was so now so small - nothing at all like my former body. It swam in my king size bed. In fact from the DNA up I was a completely new person. I felt terrible but knew that the debilitating effects of the nanos would wear off soon. I examined what I had become.

I'd gone for a small body - drastically smaller and I regretted it immediately. At 5'2" I was a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter. I'd gone with a darker almost Mediterranean complexion. Small breasts with dusky pink nipples hung like weird weights on my tiny rib cage. A thin layer of subcutaneous fat gave me a soft look and with almost no muscle tone, subtly curvy hips I was extremely girlish. I'd dispensed with body hair... God perhaps I'd made myself a little too cute.

I reached down to my new sex and touched it and gasped. That felt so nice. I imagined what it would be like to have a cock sliding in and out of me and grew moist, my nipple crinkling and hardening, floating points of pleasure on my chest. Perhaps I'd overdone things on the sex drive as well. I'd wanted to be comfortable in this body. But I felt a little too good.

And thinking about sex with a man immediately?! I'd just wanted to blend in and not lust after the girls in the secretary pool. Lusting after men had never been the intent, but clearly my healthy male libido remained - and I thought briefly about how much more men focused on sex. I swallowed. Were men just male nymphomaniacs? Oh well it was only a week. What could possibly go wrong?

I went to the dresser and grabbed the clothes I'd purchased. Actually negligee. A g-string and skimpy bra. I'd been rather excited when I purchased them. I had been interested to see how sexy I'd look in them.

The panties slipped up my thin shapely legs, the thing nestling comfortably between my rounded buttocks, the front sitting snugly against my hairless pussy. A wet spot showed and I giggled. Damn I was sexy.

Then the bra. It took a bit but I had my new breasts into the cups and the strap clipped at the back. A man would have to be dead not to want me. I smiled, feeling elated and very desirable.

Then the dress and high heels. I grabbed the keys to my hire car and headed into the office.

The first surprise was when I saw you. You were in my body. What the fuck!? Funnily enough after a moments confused shock I started to think how attractive you were. "Kyra, into my office," you ordered.

I obeyed, feeling a little nervous as you looked your office door behind you. "What are you doing with my body?" I asked, trying to sound in control. I was actually already wanting you to fuck me, wanting you to tell me what to do. I gritted my teeth fighting my natural inclinations to obey, to submit.

You smiled. "Oh this is my body. When I saw you making that little fucktoy body I got to thinking. So I stayed late last night and disengaged your auto reply, took the nanos you'd made for yourself and ... Well here we are..."

You reached out and grabbed my breast, slipping my top off and exposing my dusky breasts. You knew. The mental conditioning prevented me from stopping you, made me love what you were doing. In that moment I realised that this little holiday could be much longer than I had expected.

In moments you had my g-string around my ankles, by little body bent over your expansive corporate desk, my breasts sandwiched between my tiny ribcage and the polished oak and my tight hot wet pussy filled with your cock. I wanted to fight but my body prevented me. It made me love being your slut. As my first female orgasm wracked my little body I believed I was yours forever. So much for just a week...