The office

You take a deep breath as you walk through the door of your office building. The receptionist doesn't bat an eye on you – she doesn't recognise you, but that doesn't mean anything, you don't recognise her either. Another temp, the boss really can’t find someone for the job permanently.

You walk up the stairs to your work area and the first people who should recognise you – do..

You get nods, a few hellos. And more than a few – looks that you never got before. Why do they… until you figure it out. Yep. You have been giving these looks yourself. Checking out your new tits and ass.

Well, new to you, they probably remember doing this every day. And not just the man, more than a few looks from your female co-workers, too. It's how attractive women are looked at in the workplace.

You blush. Not sure what to feel. You do feel flattered, while also rated like a prize mare at a parade. You’ll probably get used to it. Do you want to?

“Ms. Jordan.”

You recognise your boss’ voice, just before you reach your cubicle. But then - not? It sounds different.

“A little late today?”

“Sorry, Sir, it’s been.. a weird kind morning, you wouldn't believe…”

He smiles. Warmly. Looks you up and down. With that look. His eyes resting on your curves for longer than necessary.

“No problem Ms. Jordan, no problem. I like your outfit. New?”

You feel yourself blush.

“Uhm… yeah.”

His voice is sympathetic, smooth, gentle. You don’t think you ever heard that voice from him when you were a male. Especially not in a situation where he could reprimand you. His appreciative looks make you blush and without really meaning to, you eye him closer, too.

He's in his late forties, dark grey suit and tie, off the rack, but well fitting enough to cover the little belly he’s developed in the years you work under him, though he's still fit and well built for man his age.

His hair is beginning to turn salt-and-pepper, as does his short beard – which suits him, you think. Good look for him. Gives him Daddy vibes...

Why do you think this way about your boss all of a sudden?

He looks at you, looking at him.

“Anything else, Ms. Jordan?”