Meet The New Secret-Tary!

“Well God damn Jenny!” Musa says with a chuckle as I start to strut my way out of the bathroom with a stern, no bullshit look on my face. My heels clicking against the marble floors caused my hips to sway and body to jiggle in all the right places, somehow seeming even more accentuated than my previous body.

“Mr. Phoenix! You are going to tell me what happened to me right now!” I growl out as I try and make myself seem more confident than I was, but looking up at the man I was taller than just a few moments ago was definitely a kick to the ego.

“Tell you? Let me show you.” Musa says as he quickly glances to the folder on the table. With a smirk he slides it off the table and it goes falling onto the floor, sending files and papers spread across the office. He says nothing but only smirks, as my eyes follow the chaos.

What… what is wrong with him? Those were so nicely organized! Very quickly I began to scurry and grab all the papers up, making sure that everything was perfectly organized alphabetically in the folder before putting it back on the table, mumbling something under my breath about “Nice and organized…” before turning my attention back to Musa, wide eyed, and jaw dropped.

“What the hell was that?” I ask, my voice sounding slightly scared now as Musa began to smirk and chuckle a bit.

“That my little caramel slut, is the SWP Secret-Tary pill.” He starts to say as he leans against the front desk now, making no attempt to hide as his eyes scan my new figure. “Not only does it affect your body, but it also changes your mind as well to be the perfect subservient worker-bee for anyone you may perceive as your boss.” He says, and before I could even open my mouth to speak he raises one finger, and I quickly silence myself. “If you want to learn more, why don’t you make me a coffee first?” He says with a smile.

I couldn’t help myself… I hesitated for only a second, before I felt my body language shift. My back straightened, my eyes focused, and my clenched jaw softened a bit to a more pleasing and subservient look. “Of course! Right away sir!” I say quickly as I scurry behind the desk where a coffee maker was and pour him a quick cup with a couple sugars and then hand it back to him.

“Thanks babes.” He says with a quick wink, and as soon as he confirms my orders are done it’s like my mind quickly returns and I let out a quick yelp at what I just did, quickly looking around again before narrowing my eyes and glaring at Mr. Phoenix.

“Answers. Now.” I growl, and Mr. Phoenix only chuckles a bit as he takes another sip of his coffee and puts it on the desk top, raising his hands slightly and playfully.

“Ok! Ok! No need to get your panties in a wad, sugar-tits.” He chuckles before pulling out the manilla folder again, flipping a couple pages in and handing me the file they had on SWP before he starts to explain. “SWP is a problem for many different reasons. Unlike most X-Change products, all SWP products are first and foremost a mind alterer as well as a bodily one. Every pill comes with its own mental changes, such as the one you are on, compelling you to be a subservient secretary.”

Even as he says this I notice my focus shifting from the file in my hand to the desk next to me, and something in my brain was telling me to sit in it and get to work, filing papers, and making myself useful. I was able to shake my head and get myself out of it for a second, before returning my face back to Mr. Phoenix.

“And what about my body?” I ask, raising an eyebrow slightly. “Every other time I’ve taken X-Change I transformed into the same woman, but this body is… new.” I say hesitantly, as I once again had to try and get myself used to these new proportions.

“An excellent question, sweet heart!” He says, and I hated how much his praise made my heart sing in my chest. “While X-Change works with your own genetic makeup to try and curate a body made specifically based on your own DNA, meaning what you would look like as a woman, SWP works differently.” He says, and noticing my discomfort he motions for me to take a seat at the desk and, to my dismay, I follow and sit behind it. “Every SWP pill comes with a predetermined outcome for the user, and it morphs and changes the users DNA to fit the mold that the pill wants for them.” He says, before making an hourglass figure with his hands in my direction. “In your case, a feisty latina secretary.”

My eyes widened a little bit as I tried to keep up with the description, but I felt my heart just race in my chest. I started to stutter a bit at the thought of this pill changing my mind… but at the same time I became much more aware of things I wasn’t before. Unfiled paperwork on the desk, emails coming through on the laptop, and a ringing phone behind me. This workspace is absolutely ridiculous…

“Luckily, we gave you a pretty modest model.” Musa continues, and my focus quickly returns back to him. “The most dangerous product is the Insta-Strip, with the Dumb-Bitch quickly behind it. But you can read about those in the briefing, once you turn back.” He smiles, before bending over the desk and giving me a quick smirk as he stares down at me. “You, however, are just on the Secret-Tary. And as long as you don’t cum in that body, you’ll be fine.”

As he chuckled it felt like a demonic spell infesting my brain that sent a shiver up my spine. I don’t want to cum anyway… I need to work! I need to get things done! Be productive! I took a second to breathe and then look up at Musa who was still smirking down at me.

“How long does this pill last?” I ask, raising an eyebrow slightly as I felt my hand slowly starting to reach to the laptop in front of me, which just makes Musa smile again.

“Twelve hours.” He says, the words cold and evil sounding before he chuckles and stands up straight, grabbing the coffee I made for him and starting to walk away further into the main building. “Better get comfy! You’re in for a long shift!”