Doing your rounds

You add the newly arrived mail to the sorting pile and spend some more time doing the dull work – but with letting your mind wander to the handsome man who just visited you, time flies by easier and it's time to do your round. You load your trolley, check yourself in the small mirror over your desk – yep – still hot, this eye candy should brighten people’s work day well enough – and push the cart to the service elevator.

Your first day of mail work goes as expected. Those who don’t know you hardly take any notice of your face other than maybe mentally filing you as the new girl, but many, male and female do notice your body and your former boss’ predictions come true. You do improve many of your colleagues’ workday just by showing up and handing them their mail with a smile and a look of your tight form fitting clothes. After the negative feedback from your predecessors, only very few are more daring, but you feel some hands exploring your butt when bending over your trolley to pick up their mail, and some compliments over your outfit are more than implicit offers.

You assume – and hope, deep inside - that word of mouth will spread that the new mail girl is not opposed to some friendly fondling and a lewd remark on her figure. Sooner or later everyone will know you’re willing and available. And everyone who needs some distraction from his work routine will know they can use your body to do so. You’ll probably not get an explicit offer from anyone on your first day, but you have no doubt the few who encounter their open and accepting new workmate on this first day will feed the grapevine and it won’t last long.

You blush when leaving the office of one of the brave ones – a woman this time – and feel the spot where her pinch will probably leave a mark. Take a second to muse over he feelings and thoughts you've been having.

Why is this turning you on so much? It's demeaning – to many of them you're hardly more than a slap of meat. And why are you actually exited about the prospect of this getting even lewder – of actually being used by your workmates for an office quickie? Your new body alone can't be it, you're well aware that not all women consider this treatment as flattering as your hormone flooded new body makes you do. (Even though you have met a lot more women reacting – very positive to an available pretty woman like you than you would have expected when you were a man. One of the lessons you learned as a woman. Females are not as pure as one made you believe…) Is this part of the old hag’s curse, turning you not just into a woman but a nymphomaniac? (Not that you're suffering from it, so it's definitely not disorder, just the way you are now...) Or is it – just you? Like the sex pot body, is the sex pot personality that seems to come with it what you really are, deep inside? At least when you’re a woman…

You take a deep breath. Shake your head clear. No use bothering your head with it, just pull though and let your body make the choices when in doubt.

You saved your own old department for last, rightfully expecting the stops to last even longer here. Your old workmates here recognise you, of course. Some, but not many have noticed your absence from your old cubicle this morning and your arrival causes a crowd. The explanations you've prepared come in handy.

Yes, you're the new mail room girl. No, not just filling in temporarily, it’s your new job now. Well, yes technically it's a step down, but you really consider it a chance for a new start. No, you get the same salary as you did. Yes, you actually like it.

Covered by the crowd, you feel more hands on you here. Given how you know these people quite well and they all remember you as a woman, it make you wonder how many of them have fantasies about doing this to you all along… you imagine once the word gets around that you're easy to get, you'll end up dropping your panties or kneeling under the desk in more than one cubicle in direct proximity of your old workplace.

You accept good luck hugs and kisses – the more you get and don't reject, the more intimate and longer they become – the last one, from the woman in her late 40s two cubicles down from yours turn out quite French…

You get another slap on the ass for good measure and you say goodbye for now to your old workmates and enter your former boss’ ante room. It has become late, your first get to know round took long, and the temp secretary has already left, but in the visitor's waiting chair you see a woman, a little older than you, in a pinstriped skirt, suit jacket and quite pretty. If not as pretty as you. You frown of that vain thought, but carry on.

“Hello.”

”Uh.. hello…”

She sweats a little and her legs is bopping up and down.

While sorting the mail into the in box on his secretary’s desk, you try some small talk.

“You’re here for the job of PA?”

“Uhmm, y... yeah…”

“No need to be nervous. He doesn’t bite. I’ve been working – under him until very recently you know.”

“Oh?”

You go to her and lean over to her. Smell a hint of her perfume.

“Let me give you a tip. If you don’t mind?”

“Uh. Sure…”

“He’ll expect you to be – a little – nice to him if you catch my drift.”

“Nice?”

“Yeah. You know. Laugh at his jokes, blush at his compliments and…”

You put a hand on her shoulder.

“Return his affections. Physical. You know.”

She looks at you. You feel a weight drop of your shoulder when the arrival of understanding makes her smile widely and not turn away abhorred.

“You mean he would be amenable for me to – persuade him with some sexual bribery?”

You giggle.

“To be perfectly honest it’s probably the only way to get the job.”

She leans back in her chair.

“Lady, you don't know how much of a relieve this is. I really wanted to use my - feminine skills in the job interviews but never dared... you never know these days..”

You nod.

“He'll probably come at you, but with that attitude I'm sure you'll make a very good impression. Good luck!”

You kiss her on the cheek for good luck, but she turns her head and smacks you on the lips. You smile at her, as the door one and your former boss comes in.

“Lexi. And you must be my job interview. What is going on here, is this some kind of girls' conspiracy?”

Your new friend opens her mouth to protest but you giggle and wink.

”Just wishing your new assistant good luck, Sir.”

He lifts an eyebrow.

“You seem awfully certain I will hire her!”

You shrug.

“Just a feeling. Female intuition, if you will. I think this one matches your - needs perfectly, Sir.”

He looks at his applicant curiously.

“Mhm. That’s a big recommendation that might open some doors for you, Ms. Good to know, Lexi. Anything you want from me?”

“No, Sir. Your mail is in the inbox…”

You empty the outbox into your trolley.

“I’m all done here.”

“Very well. Thank you, Lexi, see you tomorrow.”

He slaps your ass, making you giggle as you throw a kiss to your new friend and leave.

You push the trolley back to the service elevator, musing about your day, feeling your pussy tingling over all the exiting new memories you've made. This job is So much more sociable than your old one, And very exiting.

Again a short thought flashes through your mind about how easily you succumbed to your new body's commands and lost all inhibitions to be treated as some kind of stress reliever. And you’re not scared one bit about that that may only get more – intimate the next day. Just exited about it…

You get back into your small office and start going trough the outgoing mail. It’s less dull than the sorting of the in-mail and you enjoy the time – letting your mind wander, reminiscing about the past day while calming down a little from all the excitement.,

You put the mail into the outbox for the mail man to pick up tomorrow – smiling as the though of the handsome man makes our nethers tingle, lock up your office and call it a day.