Standing on the street corner.

Genevieve had no idea of how to get out of this mess, so decided to play along with her "master's" requests obediently until she had a better idea of whatever the fuck was going on.

She walked up to the corner of the street, massively self conscious of her appearance. She stood out like a sore thumb, and knew it. A barely dressed schoolgirl in the business district during rush hour was not the kind of thing that went unnoticed. At least it's warm, she kept chanting to herself. Ankle socks and tiny skirts are not designed for their thermal properties.

She noticed that heads were starting to turn. Several women walked past her in a group and gave her a scowl. She recognised one of them as Mandy, the receptionist at Konega Microsystems who handed her the application for the job that up until half an hour ago she was walking to the interview for. She almost called out for help, but bit her tongue as she saw the look of disapproval on her face, but also the slightest look of interest as she glanced up and down at Genevieve's long exposed thighs.

Genevieve searched up and down the street for any sign of a cab. She felt sheer humilation and just wanted to curl up and vanish. A man walked past her slowly, and she almost felt his lecherous eyes roving over her body. Oddly, though, she couldn't resist flapping her skirt up as he passed to give him a perfect view of her ripe ass. It felt surprisingly good, and yet extremely embarrassing because it wasn't the way she usually acted. At last she saw a cab coming toward her. It was quite far off, but she whistled to it and could see that it was moving across the lanes toward her. She smiled. She never could whistle before.

The traffic was tightly packed, so the cab would take a couple of minutes to reach her. She decided to walk toward it as she couldn't bear to be out on the street like this for a minute longer. She walked gracefully through the crowds, her ass swaying seductively, and was again surprised that it turned her on to think of the men behind her boring holes into her ass with their eyes. Suddenly, from the throng of people around her, there emerged a hand, which slipped effortlessly up her skirt and landed neatly on her bare tushy. "Hey baby," a breathy voice whispered into her ear, "you looking for something?" The feel of his warm hand on her flesh sent goosebumps up her arms, she was already dripping wet, but she felt herself become hotter inside athis touch. Genevieve knew that she had to decide what to do quickly, or her new body might take over her own self-control, like it had done earlier in the toilets of the fast food restaurant.