Shorts

What you had feared was a skirt. You could just imagine it. Opening your drawer and pulling out a tiny little tight thing, something so small that your penis would hang down below the hemline. Why not? Your wardrobe had changed your socks and your underwear already. Why wouldn't it try to put you into a skirt?

The pair of denim shorts you pulled out of the drawer, however, wasn't much of an improvement. Placing them on the desk in front of you, you surveyed your possibilities. You could either wear your suit pants with the semen stain on show for your new client, or you could don a pair of jean shorts that would look more at home on a teenage girl than a professional consultant. The bottoms were frayed, as was the style, as was the front of the right pocket. You checked the tag and had your suspicions confirmed. They were in your size.

"Oh, those will work perfectly, sir!" Amber gushed as she walked back into the room, "Professional, yet still stylish!"

You looked up at your rival-turned-secretary with confusion. Was she seeing the same thing as you?

"Don't you think they're a little... casual?"

"Oh not at all," she said, picking up the shorts and turning them back and forth, "They're just the thing for an up-and-comer like yourself, and so convenient after I accidentally made you up-and-comer all over your pants!" She giggled at her joke.

When had Amber become so giddy? So playful? Thinking back, Amber had always been so serious, so driven. Maybe now that she'd decided on a different career path, she was able to let her hair down, relax.

"Oh, by the way," your sexy secretary said, "that was the new CFO of Jasper Falls on the phone. She said she's a bit early and will be up in five minutes. She's just answering some text messages in her car, then is coming right up."

"Shit," you said, deciding on the spot, kicking off your shoes, unbuckling your belt and dropping your pants. You wince as you look down at your panties and stockings, but hope that whatever was happening with Amber wasn't isolated. For whatever reason, the woman acted as if she didn't even notice that you were wearing women's clothes, and while you'd much rather be in your regular masculine attire, if nobody was going to make a big deal about it, you'd much rather not be wearing your spunk to a business meeting.

Sliding up the shorts, a sinking feeling hits your stomach as you realize that the bottom of the shorts are a good four inches higher than the tops of the black stockings you were wearing, but there was nothing to be done. As you pull up your new zipper, you realize that the button from the shorts are missing, forcing you to leave it open. Another concession you would have to make, another humiliation **** on you.

"You look yummy," Amber purred, rounding your desk and wrapping her arms around you, licking your earlobe, "I could just gobble you up... again." She let her hand slide down your front and gave your cock a light squeeze through the shorts, "But that'll have to wait, sir. Time for me to be your secretary. I've got a CFO to greet!"

She turned and swayed out of the room, returning to her desk, blowing you a kiss over her shoulder, leaving you alone in your office, feeling more than a little exposed.

Down the hall you heard the *ding* of the elevator.