Have Luke to seduce her boss, to secure a promotion.

Luke looked at Amanda, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "What idea, Mom?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Amanda's smile widened, a wicked glint in her eyes. "I want you to transform into me and seduce my boss, Mr. Thompson. I need a promotion, and I know he has a thing for me. If you can seduce him, convince him to make me a manager, I'll make sure your secret is safe with me."

Luke's eyes widened in shock. "But, Mom, that's... that's wrong. And what if I get caught?"

Amanda shook her head. "You won't get caught. You will be my spitting image, remember? And besides, it's just a bit of fun, a way to secure my future. What do you say?"

Luke gulped, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness as he listened to his mother's plan. Seduce her boss? It was a daunting task, but he knew he had **** but to agree. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Okay, Mom. I'll do it."

Amanda's face lit up with joy, and she jumped up, clapping her hands together. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed, leaning down to kiss Luke on the cheek. It was a strange sensation, feeling his mother's lips on his skin while he was still transformed into Emma, his own cock hard and throbbing between his legs.

Amanda stood up, her eyes scanning Luke's naked body, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Now, let's get you dressed. Follow me to my bedroom."

Luke stood up, his body trembling slightly as he followed his mother out of his room and down the hall to her bedroom. It was strange, walking through the house naked, his cock bouncing between his legs, his new breasts swaying gently with each step. He felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal, the sensation of the cool air against his bare skin sending a shiver down his spine.

Once in Amanda's bedroom, she turned to face Luke, her eyes filled with determination. "First things first, we need to take care of that," she said, gesturing to Luke's cock. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of her panties, black and lacy, and handed them to Luke. "Put these on. They should take care of that little problem."

Luke took the panties, his fingers brushing against the soft, silky fabric. He slipped them on, feeling the warmth spread through his groin, his cock shrinking and disappearing, replaced by a smooth, shaved pussy. He let out a sigh of relief, the sensation of being fully transformed into a woman both exhilarating and comforting.

Amanda nodded, satisfied. "Good. Now, let's get you dressed."

She walked over to her closet, her hips swaying gently with each step. Luke watched her, admiring her curvaceous figure, her wide hips, her round ass, her massive breasts. She was a stunning woman, and he could see why her boss would be attracted to her.

Amanda pulled out a pair of black pantyhose, a black pencil skirt, a white net push-up bra, and a white silk blouse. She laid them out on the bed, her eyes scanning Luke's body, a smile playing on her lips.

"First, the pantyhose," she said, handing them to Luke. He took them, his fingers trembling slightly as he rolled them up his legs, feeling the smooth, silky fabric against his skin. He pulled them up over his hips, the waistband sitting snugly against his stomach.

Next, Amanda handed him the pencil skirt. He stepped into it, pulling it up over his hips, the fabric hugging his curves, accentuating his wide hips and round ass. He zipped it up, the skirt hugging his curves in all the right places.

Amanda nodded in approval. "Now, the bra. This is a push-up bra, so it should give you some extra lift."

Luke took the bra, his fingers tracing the lace edge. He slipped it on, feeling the cups fill up in size and lift his breasts, pushing them up and together, creating a deep cleavage. He looked down, admiring the way his new breasts looked in the bra, the way they filled out the cups, the net fabric pushing them up and together, creating a deep cleavage.

Finally, Amanda handed him the silk blouse. He slipped it on, the fabric cool and smooth against his skin. He buttoned it up, leaving the top few buttons undone, revealing a hint of cleavage.

Amanda stepped back, her eyes scanning Luke's body, a satisfied smile on her face. "Perfect. Now, for the finishing touches."

She walked over to her vanity, picking up a pair of diamond earrings. She handed them to Luke, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. "Put these on. They'll take care of your voice, hair, and face."

Luke took the earrings, his fingers trembling slightly as he put them on. As the metal touched his skin, he felt a warmth spread through his head, his features morphing into those of his mother. His hair lengthened and turned a rich auburn, his eyes changed to a deep brown, and his face took on the shape of Amanda's heart-shaped visage.

Amanda smiled, her eyes shining with approval. "Perfect. Now, let's practice your voice."

She spent the next few minutes coaching Luke, teaching him how to mimic her voice, her mannerisms, her everything. He practiced walking in her heels, swaying his hips, holding his head high. He practiced speaking, his voice soft and melodic, a perfect match for Amanda's. He practiced laughing, his laughter light and musical, just like hers.

When Amanda was finally satisfied, she stepped back, her eyes scanning Luke's transformed body, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

He looked at himself in the mirror, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and disbelief. He was Amanda, his mother, her hourglass figure, her full breasts, her wide hips, her round ass, her everything. He ran his hands over his body, marveling at the sensation, the power, the allure.

Amanda stepped up behind him, her body pressing against his, her hands resting on his shoulders. She met his gaze in the mirror, her eyes filled with determination. "Remember, Luke. You are me. You are Amanda. You are a confident, sexy, powerful woman. And you are going to seduce my boss and secure me that promotion."

Luke nodded, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He could do this. He was Amanda, and he was going to make his mother proud.

Amanda smiled, her eyes shining with pride. "That's my boy. Now, go get ready for your shift. I'll see you when you get back."

They made their way downstairs, Luke's heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. Amanda grabbed her car keys, her purse, and they headed out, the warm summer air hitting their faces as they stepped outside. She dropped him outside the hotel, "Good luck, sweetie."

Luke took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He made his way to the hotel, his heels clicking softly against the pavement, his body swaying gently with each step. He could feel the eyes on him, the appreciative stares, the admiring glances. He knew that he looked good, that he looked sexy, and it was a feeling he never wanted to end.

He arrived at the hotel, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He made his way to the reception desk, his hips swaying gently, his breasts bouncing slightly with each step. He could see the desire in the eyes of his colleagues, the admiration, the envy. He knew that he had the power, the allure, the control.

He began his shift, his mind focused on the task at hand. He greeted guests, answered phones, handled reservations, all with a smile and a charm that was uniquely Amanda's. He could feel the power of his new form, the confidence, the allure. He was Amanda, and he was unstoppable.

As the evening wore on, Luke made his way to Mr. Thompson's cabin, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knocked on the door, his knuckles rapping softly against the wood. He heard footsteps, and then the door swung open, revealing Mr. Thompson, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the sight of Amanda standing before him. He was a tall, handsome man, with salt-and-pepper hair and a strong jawline.

"Mr. Thompson," he said, his voice soft and sultry, a perfect mimic of Amanda's. "I was hoping we could talk."

Mr. Thompson's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze lingering on Luke's curves, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and desire. "Amanda," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You look... stunning."

Luke smiled, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and triumph. He had him hooked, and he knew it. "Thank you, Mr. Thompson. I was hoping we could discuss my future here at the hotel. Perhaps in your cabin?"

Mr. Thompson's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and desire flickering in their depths. He nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Of course, Amanda. Come in."

They stepped into the cabin, the door closing behind them, leaving them alone in the dimly lit room. Luke turned to face Mr. Thompson, his heart pounding with determination. He knew what he had to do, and he was ready to see it through.

"You know, Mr. Thompson," he said, his voice soft and sultry. "I've always admired you. You're such a strong, confident man. I think you deserve to be rewarded for all your hard work."

Mr. Thompson's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and desire flickering in their depths. He reached out a tentative hand, his fingers brushing against Luke's cheek, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

"Amanda," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're so beautiful. So sexy. I've always wanted you, but I never thought... I never thought you felt the same way."

Luke smiled, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and triumph. He had him right where he wanted him, and he knew it. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Mr. Thompson's, feeling the softness of his mouth, the warmth of his breath. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against Mr. Thompson's, exploring his mouth, tasting him.

Mr. Thompson moaned, his body pressing against Luke's, his hands reaching up to cup his breasts. Luke gasped, the sensation of his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He could feel the heat building between his legs, the wetness soaking through the lacy thong, the throbbing ache that begged for release.

"Mr. Thompson," he said, his voice soft and sultry. "I want you to make me a manager. I want you to give me the promotion I deserve. And in return, I'll give you something you've always wanted. Me."

Mr. Thompson's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and desire flickering in their depths. He nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Amanda. Yes, I'll make you a manager. I'll give you the promotion. But first, I want you. I want to taste you, to touch you, to feel you."

Luke smiled, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and triumph. He had done it. He had seduced Mr. Thompson, and he had secured the promotion for his mother. And now, it was time to enjoy the fruits of his labor.

He stepped closer to Mr. Thompson, his body pressing against his, his hands reaching up to cup his face. He kissed him, his lips soft and gentle, his tongue sliding against his, exploring his mouth, tasting him. He could feel the heat building between his legs, the wetness soaking through the lacy thong, the throbbing ache that begged for release.

He broke away from the kiss, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He turned around, presenting his back to Mr. Thompson, his heart pounding with anticipation. He could feel Mr. Thompson's hands on his hips, his fingers tracing the line of his waist, the curve of his ass. He could feel the heat of his body, the warmth of his breath, the promise of what was to come.

He gasped as Mr. Thompson's hands slipped beneath the hem of his dress, his fingers tracing the line of his thighs, the curve of his ass. He could feel the heat of his touch, the roughness of his hands against his smooth skin, the promise of pleasure that lay ahead.

He moaned as Mr. Thompson's hands slipped beneath the lacy thong, his fingers brushing against his pussy, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He could feel the wetness, the heat, the throbbing ache that begged for release. He pushed back against Mr. Thompson, his body begging for more, begging for him.

He cried out as Mr. Thompson's fingers slipped inside him, his body clenching around him, his hips bucking against his hand. He could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in his belly, the heat spreading through his body. He was close, so close, and he never wanted it to end.

He came with a cry, his body convulsing, his pussy clenching around Mr. Thompson's fingers, his mind blanking out in a wave of pure, white-hot pleasure. He collapsed against Mr. Thompson, his body limp and sated, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

He began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving Mr. Thompson's. He slipped off his blouse, revealing his lacy black bra, his full breasts spilling over the top. He unzipped his skirt, letting it fall to the floor, revealing his matching black thong, his wide hips and round ass on full display.

Mr. Thompson's eyes widened with desire, and he quickly stripped off his own clothes, his cock hard and throbbing, jutting out from his body. Luke gasped at the sight of it, the size of it. He knew he wanted it, needed it, craved it.

He fell to his knees, his hands reaching up to grip Mr. Thompson's cock. He began to stroke it, his fingers wrapping around the thick shaft, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head. He could feel the heat of it, the hardness of it, the sheer power of it.

He looked up at Mr. Thompson, his eyes filled with desire, with hunger, with need. "Fuck me, Mr. Thompson. Fuck me like a dog."

Mr. Thompson growled, his eyes filled with a primal hunger. He grabbed Luke, his hands rough and demanding, and threw him onto the table. He climbed on top of him, his cock pressing against his entrance, his body heavy and powerful against his.

He thrust into him, his cock filling him completely, stretching him open, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. Luke moaned, the sensation overwhelming, the pleasure intense, the sheer power of it all-consuming.

He wrapped his legs around Mr. Thompson's waist, his hips bucking against his, his body meeting his thrust for thrust. He could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling in his belly, the pleasure spreading through his body.

He kissed Mr. Thompson, his lips pressing against his, his tongue sliding against his. He could taste him, the sweetness of his breath, the warmth of his mouth. He could feel his body pressing against his, his cock thrusting into him, his everything filling him, consuming him, overwhelming him.

He came with a cry, his body convulsing, his muscles clenching around Mr. Thompson's cock, his mind blanking out in a wave of pure, white-hot pleasure. He could feel Mr. Thompson coming too, his cock pulsing inside him, his body shuddering with the **** of his release.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Luke looked up at Mr. Thompson, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and triumph. He had done it. He had seduced him, had secured Amanda's promotion.

Mr. Thompson smiled down at him, his eyes filled with a newfound respect. "You're amazing, Amanda. You deserve that promotion. Consider it done."

Luke smiled back, his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment, of power, of control. He had used his powers for good, had helped his mother, had secured her future. And he knew, in that moment, that he would do anything to keep that power, to keep that control, to keep that allure.

{What do you do next, Luke (as Amanda)?}

Option 1 - Thank Mr. Thompson and leave, returning home to tell Amanda the good news.

Option 2 - Stay the night with Mr. Thompson, exploring more of Amanda's body and its pleasures.

Option 3 - Ask Mr. Thompson for more favors, using Amanda's allure to secure even more benefits.