Tom adapts

Tom slept in a small but comfortable apartment above the garage. Of course this garage was much larger than the one he remembered, being large enough for 5 vehicles. He felt so drained that he fell asleep instantly. He couldn't recall his dreams, though he felt they were vivid and strange, leaving him feeling out-of-sorts. He kept busy the next few days, with Sarah (or Ms. Nelson, as he found himself calling her) having him drive her around town to business meetings and meals. She sent him out on errands as well, and had him do some maintenance on the vehicles - which surprisingly he was able to do with no difficulty.

Sarah stayed completely in character, giving no indication that their relationship was anything other than it appeared - boss & employee. Tom found himself automatically deferring to her, so it took alot of effort for him to try to bring up the wish and what was going on. Each time she instantly shut down that line of conversation forcefully, even harshly. By the end of the third day Tom began to feel at home, like the situation was 'normal', though he knew that this had to be the result of the wish. He did feel some frustration at the lack of sex, especially after the previous week. He thought about 'his Sarah' and their relationship, trying to remember their sexual antics in the days before this change, hoping to excite himself enough to get some release. But he had trouble focusing, his mind instead shifting constantly to the new Sarah. Once he let his mind settle on that, picturing his powerful, dominating, and beautiful boss ordering him around, his arousal grew. He finally jacked off to thoughts of him just watching her, seeing her order everyone around, even imagining her with other men - it just felt wrong to think of himself actually with her.

The next while he was in the garage working, she texted him to come to the house, saying she needed some help with the tv in her room. Tom dropped everything and hurried over, feeling that Ms. Nelson did not tolerate tardiness. "Ms. Nelson?" he called out as he walked in her room.

Sarah was in the middle of dressing, standing in the room in a slip and pantyhose. Tom froze in his tracks, knowing this was completely inappropriate and fearing he would be fired. But Sarah practically ignored him, treating his intrusion as if a pet had entered the room. "Oh, good, there you are Tom. Please check out the tv," she said in a matter-of-fact tone, pointing at the 60 inch screen on her wall. "If it's something you can't fix, just call a repairmen."

Tom still didn't move, in complete shock and confusion. Her brow furrowed at Tom's hesitation. "Hop to it!" she ordered, clapping her hands once. "Pronto!"

He gathered his wits and walked over to the television, watching Sarah from the corner of his eyes. She returned to getting dressed as if he wasn't even there.