What the hell. Sure.

"I think..." you pause for the longest time.

"Okay, sure. I'll take the job," you say, standing up to shake Mr Cairforu's hand.

"Excellent!" he says, shaking back. His hand is strong and warm, you notice. He looks at you with a smile which makes your heart flutter... just a little.

You are given a bunch of forms to sign. You're shocked to see that your salary is {if chose_trophy_wife==true}almost 50x what you were making as a paralegal.{else}20x what you were making as a personal assistant, and will grow to 50x once you pass the Bar. There's an incentive!{endif}

"Would you like to see your room?" Ken asks.

"Sure!"

You follow him, staring at his butt.

The house looks exactly the same as you remember it from all those years ago. Ken shows you your room, which is down the hall from the master bedroom.

Oh!

It's a beautiful princess room and it's ENORMOUS. There's a canopy bed, gold-gilded flower wallpaper on the walls, a massive French antique armoire, Chinese rugs on the floor and sumptuous drapes on the windows.

{if chose_trophy_wife==true}And the view over the rolling hills of the countryside is not bad either.{else}Quite the upgrade from your 10x14 apartment bedroom with the water stains on the ceiling, you think.{endif}

"Well, I think that's all for now," Ken says. "I'll leave you to get settled. {if chose_trophy_wife==true}I am so glad you're here. It's been lonely having to start up this entire foundation by myself. I'm hoping... that we can become good friends in this endeavor.{else}We'll start on your assignments tomorrow. Good to have you on board!{endif}"

He closes the door as he leaves, leaving you in the room, alone. You fall into the bed, feeling the sumptuous covers and the ultra-soft mattress.

Yes, you decide. I could get used to this.

You spy a door on the other side of the room. Curious, you open it...

... and oh....!!

... You step into Mr. Hewitt's secret closet of feminine clothing. You stare, amazed, as the lights click on. The smell of makeup, perfume, potpourri, cedar and baby powder and the explosion of pink and pastels overwhelm your senses and you sink to your knees in the plush, wall-to-wall shag carpet, just taking it all in.

Welcome home, Jennifer.

Says a speaker somewhere.

You see a flat-screen monitor at your (huge!) makeup table flicker on. It's Jack Hewitt!

"Hey there," he says. "I don't know your name, but welcome home. When I planned out the **** feminization program, there were multiple possible endings I considered. {if chose_trophy_wife==true}The fact that you are here means that Ending #6c has been triggered, which means you have spent a year trying to become someone's trophy husband, only to fail. Such a shame. Well, it wouldn't be a game if there wasn't the possibility that you might lose. But you still have your whole life in front of you, so lots more opportunities to become someone's trophy wife.{else}The fact that you are here means that Ending #4 has been triggered, which means you spent seven long years trapped as a personal assistant to a male lawyer.{endif} That has always been a personal fantasy of mine, but I never had the guts to follow through with it. I hope you enjoyed it!"

He smiles for a second, losing his focus, obviously thinking through his personal, perverted fantasy that you just escaped from.

"{if chose_trophy_wife==true}But I do have a consolation prize for you, and I hope you'll think it's quite nice. First, of course, is the job to hopefully give your life purpose and meaning. Please spend my money wisely. And second, there's a pink diamond in the jewelry box which is yours to keep. And third, there is the contents of my closet. The diamond and the closet are, together,{else}But all good things get tiresome after a while, so I created an exit, and now here you are. The pink diamond is yours to keep, as are all of the contents in this closet. Together, they are{endif} my most treasured possessions. Oh, and the basement is now open and available for you, and anyone you choose, to try any of the 492 other sexual adventures I've programmed."

WHAT?? You think to yourself. OH GOD. You wonder what other programs and rooms it contains?

"Let me just close by saying: I envy you. You have had all of the experiences which I wished for myself. Now enjoy the rewards. You've earned them."

The video clicks off, and you sit there, on the floor, shocked. Your mind is whirling... trying to take it all in...

But then, without warning, you are flooded with an overwhelming, outpouring of PURE JOY!

"THESE CLOTHES ARE ALL MINE!!!" you shout jumping up with excitement, unable to contain yourself.

You dive into the nearest racks, which are ball-gowns and prom dresses. Each one sophisticated, expensive and GORGEOUS. OH.... they feel so amazing...

You race across the room to open up drawer after drawer, dumping the contents on the floor. Panties! Bras! Girdles! Stockings! More Panties! Slips! More Panties! Sports Bras! More Panties! THERE'S TWO WHOLE DRAWERS OF NOTHING BUT GARTER BELTS!

You make it your mission, then and there, to wear every single stitch of clothing in the room, no matter how girly or bizarre or perverted it is. In fact, you're going to make a spreadsheet! You're going to catalog and organize the entire contents! And then, make sure that every last item is worn, photographed and appreciated.

Now THAT's going to be a viral TikTok channel!

And you are going to LOVE every second of it.

And Ken probably will too, you think, with a sly grin. Already you're planning how to seduce him. You don't think it's going to be that hard, honestly. Well, *he'll* be hard... You grin, wickedly.

But that's a story for another day. For now, you can only think of one thing. You kiss your pink diamond, and say:

"Thank you, Mr. Hewitt."