Not safe for work

You need to get some work done today, even if it is only checking on the overnight e-mails and making sure no disasters have happened. Smoothing down the blouse one more time, you make your way over to the laptop and sit down on what is now your curvaceous backside. The odd sensation of sitting on what was Jane’s rear end is like sitting in a warm, comfortable duvet on a springy bed. Your hands drift down to feel along the tight skirt as you cross your legs seductively. You hear Jane giggling which snaps you back to the reality of your inbox.

But just as you open up the laptop, your arms freeze and you find yourself standing and turning, Jane is back in the driving seat and you’re both headed for the bedroom again.

“Jane? What the hell? I have to get some work done, I thought you were OK with that?”

“Sorry, sweety. I just had a great idea and you should know me by now. I have to do this, it’s gonna be great!”

“OK, just be quick” you replied with a resigned sigh.

As you enter the bedroom a pair of satin gloves fly out of the dresser and slip onto your outstretched hands. Now Jane has complete control, she sits you down at her dresser and reaches for her makeup bag.

“Oh no, please not that!” you plead, but it’s to late. With practiced ease you find yourself applying lipstick, foundation and eye shadow to your face and with each layer you feel control of your features drifting away.

“There! That’s better!” You smile. Well outwardly you smile. Inside you’re frowning at the site of your face speaking with Jane’s voice. “Isn’t this fabulous? I can move your lips and mouth while I talk so it looks like it’s me speaking! Oh I’m going to have fun being John the cross dresser!” Jane stands your body up and moves over to the wardrobe.

“Now where’s that wig I got for Jan’s fancy dress party last year? Ah. Here it is!” You reach into the cupboard space over the wardrobe and retrieve a box. Inside is a medium length blonde, curly wig. You return to the dresser and place the wig carefully over your own hair. With a little fiddling, Jane is satisfied with the look and you find yourself beaming back at yourself from the mirror.

“Now. Let’s go and get on with this work shall we? If I don’t get my e-mails done, John will be very upset and might even spank me again!” you giggle as you head back to the laptop with a sexy swaying of your hips.

Once back in front of the computer you feel control come back to your arms, but Jane is hanging onto to your legs and face. Unable to move and unable to speak you know that Jane wants to play this out, so you take off the gloves, open up your e-mails and start working through them.

An hour or so later you close down the laptop and are relieved to find Jane has given you back control of your legs. Just as well as you really need to pee. You head into the toilet and unzip the skirt. It slips to the ground and you are able to step out of it and get on with getting your penis out of these panties. With your dick released you stand upright and aim for the bowl. You catch sight of yourself in the mirror and grin.

“Oh, that feels better. It’s so much easier to pee standing up. Now go wash our hands, I want to get into something less formal for what comes next.” The sight of Jane’s voice coming out of your mouth, albeit looking like a fairly good trans act, was still freaky.

Oh no, what has Jane got in store for you now? You are walked over to the sink so you start to wash your hands, squeezing out the liquid soap and rubbing it over your hands. Ah, crap, you should have seen that coming. Jane had possessed the liquid and now she had control of your hands without gloves.

“Perfect!” you say as you head back to the bedroom.