The Alterations

Mary was just finishing up at the sink, scrubbing soap over her stained blouse, muttering under her breath about clumsy employees and ruined meetings. Her annoyance was loud in the otherwise silent washroom, where the only sounds were the repetition of running water and the occasional drip echoing off the tiles.

She squinted into the mirror, trying to figure out what to do with her messy appearance. Just as she was contemplating whether to re-tuck her shirt or simply wear a jacket, she heard the soft knock on the door.

“Ms. Medel,” Emily called softly, waiting outside with the bag of spare clothes.

Mary opened the door, annoyed but hopeful. “Finally! What took you so long?”

"Sorry, Ms. Medel, I was careful to make sure these were just right for you.” Emily stepped forward, holding out the fresh outfit with a triumphant smirk.

Mary reached for the clothes, glancing briefly at her assistant. “You could have been a little faster. I can't be looking like this for the meeting, Emily.”

Emily feigned innocence. “It was more difficult to find the correct outfit than I had expected, but let me help with that first.”

As Emily approached, Mary realized she felt exposed in more ways than one. With her blouse hanging loosely and a black bra clearly visible, she felt ****, even as she basked in her typical dominance over her staff. But Emily was still, after all, her assistant.

“Just give me the clothes,” Mary snapped, trying to maintain her inevitable air.

Emily watched her boss's demeanor shift, an amused sparkle in her eyes. “Of course, Ms. Medel, but a little help might speed things up.”

Without giving Mary a chance to protest, Emily stepped closer, her hands deftly maneuvering around the CEO's shoulders to help her slip out of the stained blouse as the remaining buttons popped off. Spinning Mary around, she pulled the skirt down just enough to let it slide to the floor. The action was lightning-fast, leaving Mary momentarily stunned and feeling utterly exposed with her back turned.

Just as Mary was about to twist around to complain, in one swift motion, Emily unclasped her bra, sending it tumbling to the floor next to the stained blouse and skirt.

Mary gasped, feeling the cool air brush against her bare skin, her shocked reflection staring back at her through the mirror. The realization of her assistant's boldness hit her, and for a moment, she was speechless.

"What... what do you think you're doing?" Mary sputtered, her eyes widening as her hands reached to cover her chest.

Emily looked at her boss with a mix of mischief and triumph, her smirk widening into a grin. “Just making sure you’re ready for the meeting, Ms. Medel. You need to be ready in 10 minutes, right?”

Mary's thoughts raced. This isn't what she wanted. She enjoyed the office chaos and relished in teasing her subordinates, but she didn't wished to be exposed and humiliated like this in front of her assistant.

As Mary hesitated, Emily sprang into action again, swiftly grabbing the specially altered outfit and handing them over to Mary before exiting the washroom, taking Mary's soaked blouse, skirt, and bra.

In her state of shock, Mary stared out the outfit for a couple minutes. The new designer clothes were definitely made to flatter Mary’s figure.

The CEO quickly slipped on the outfit without much issue. Although the outfit was a little tight around her shapely bottom and waist, it quite nicely flattered her figure. The outfit was a tantalizing mix of professional and provocative. Without her bra, her nipples slightly showed through the thin material. Mary’s heart raced—not from excitement, but a combination of indignation and an unexpected thrill.

Waiting for her boss outside the washroom, Emily smiled as her boss emerged in the altered outfit.

As Mary walked out of the washroom, Emily fell into step beside her, a smile still plastered on her face. "You look perfect, Ms. Medel," she said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

It was clear that her "special" alterations had gone unnoticed by her boss. With everything set into motion, Emily kept a straight face while her mind spun with delight. The plan was in action, and it was time to put the next phase into play.