She's a little late

Stacy sprints for the bus, trying to make it to the doors before they shut. Panting heavily, she thanks the driver for waiting for her as she gets on, and slumps down onto the one free seat in a slump.

Well, she probably won’t be on time, but at least she won’t be super late.

On a normal day, she would now spend the entire bus ride stressed about the fact that she was powerless to control the traffic, and would almost certainly be a few minutes late to work. But today, she finds her focus on the fact that she’s going to be late slowly evaporating. And as that thought process disappears, it is replaced by more thoughts about artificially enhancing her body.

Within minutes, she finds herself back on her phone, reading an article on the different types of lip augmentation. She is excited to find that there are options, such as dermal fillers, which only last for 6 to 12 months. A non-permanent solution is very appealing to her, as it would mean that she can satisfy this craving for artificial enhancement right now, and then her body can go back to normal once she’s gotten rid of this annoying magical suggestion that’s been so rudely implanted into her mind.

Before the bus has reached her stop, she has registered online with her local plastic surgeon and expressed a desire to book four different procedures - not only the temporary lip filler, but also the same to her labia, and more permanent and significant upgrades to her breasts and butt.

As she looks at the confirmation page, she can hardly believe what she’s just done. But it had been completely impossible to resist. The option had been right there, and there was just no way in hell that she was going to press ‘submit’ without first clicking on it.

But there’s no time to think about that any more right now! She hurries off the bus and down the street to the dental clinic she works at.

Hurrying in through the doors, she joins her colleague, Pamela, at the front desk.

Pamela is a rather heavy-set brunette with a grumpy attitude and, from Stacy’s perspective, a rather unkind streak. She’s also not very friendly with customers.

“You’re late.” Pamela grunts.

You’re a cunt. Stacy thinks to herself.

“I’m here now!” Stacy replies, forcing a smile, and settles into her working day.

And so begins a standard day of ‘nice receptionist, nasty receptionist’, where the people queuing to see the front desk either get to interact with the lovely, friendly Stacy, or the mean old grumpy Pamela. As usual, Stacy can even detect some customers’ disappointment when their turn arrives, and it is Pamela who is free for them to see. And as usual, that brings a small boost to her self-esteem.

The only thing that is different today is that whenever a customer walks in who is a woman with decent curves, Stacy can’t help but wonder if they’re real. And then she imagines them in a clinic, having the procedure done to enhance their body, and she gets really hot under the collar. And then she imagines them getting a secret slutty tattoo above their crotch, and she finds herself getting wet and horny.

Dammit, this Conversion is much more difficult to handle than she expected.

Twice before lunch, she has to excuse herself to the WC to quickly rub one out. Both times, she makes sure to take photos of her dripping wet snatch, and post them online. She lets her followers know that she’s booking some appointments with a plastic surgeon. This earns her even more upvotes than usual.

When her lunch break rolls around, she takes a quick stroll down the street to the local tattoo studio. She had originally intended to just window shop, but once she’s there, the urge to go inside is too great. And now that she’s inside… Staring at all the photos of tattoos… Her desire gets the better of her, and she approaches the resident tattoo artist.