30s boss babe, Sissy Secretary

My heart hammers away at the dread of what new arousing horrors await me when Mishell uses the wand again thoughts about the first time mom used it on just the night before still fill my head. But it seems her first intentional act is to change herself.

"A boss I babe be, Curvy and 30 I am." She declares as she holds the wand aloft with a grin. I feel myself straining against my cage as I watch and feel her hips widen and waist shrink until she has a overall pear shape. Her hips seem to almost break her skirt before that to changes into a pair of white low hipped pants that hide nothing even the fact her panties are gone. Her breasts seem to have stayed their large G cup size and for a moment I think perhaps her top will stay the same. But of course that's not true as I watch it tighten until it is a similar form hugging as her pants. Somehow it hides even less of her breasts and if I didn't know she was expecting to go meet her boss I would expect she was a high class escort.

For a moment she seems disappointed with her changes as it seems her face has remained the same until she fills out losing her wrinkles and her lips plump ever so slightly before she receives a glittery smokey makeup. It's only when the last of the makeup appears that she seems happy with her changes and ready to move onto me.

"A little cutey I see, dress for secretary you wear." Seemingly slower than with her I watch as my shirt and skirt morph into a incredibly tight black pencil skirt that cover to my knees before giving way to black stockings that vanish as the mirror ends at mid calf. I'm thankful to see that it seems the change has only been to my clothes as a small bulge tells me that if some get a sideways glance at me then likely they would see that I'm not a woman. My equally tight white blouse is unbuttoned exposing ample amount of chest. I'm thankful that it SEEMS like I've gained SOME of my height I loss when mom started to change me.

"Lets go." Mishell orders as she turns on a pair of clear high kitten heels as she shoves the wand into a purse just big enough for the wand and maybe her wallet. I can't help glancing down to find that the back of her top sweeps upwards to reveal ample amount of her back as her pants ride low enough that I can see the to of her crack. I manage one step before almost fall face first into her bubble butt if not for her managing to barely catch me as my head hits her bosom.

*Giggle* Awww. Aren't you a cute little fawn." She giggles as I wonder why it's so hard for me to walk but she answers me before I can stabilize enough to look down "I take it you've never worn heels."

I give a meek yes as I try to straighten up but it's harder than I thought I would until she scoots close and wraps an arm around me before giggling "Don't worry, Momma Mishell will help her cute little fawn learn to walk."

With her help I manage to start walking though I have to go at a snails pace to avoid twisting my ankle on the stiletto heels. When she suddenly stops I nearly go teetering forward into the door if not for her firm hand on my hip. Out of the corner of my eye I can see her mischievous smile before she digs into her purse and chants quickly "A Boss babe I am so, to see my ass is desire."

Every eye seems to bore into us as I can't help but fidget feeling naked for a moment as Mishell walks be out seeming to bask in the adoration and the lustful glances that all end on her jiggling ass. Its only when we reach her car that it seems I receive some respite from the gazes and free from Mishell's grasp once we reach a newish black SUV. I manage to make it to the passenger seat having gotten use enough to the heel not to stumble with each step though the turns are difficult.

My eyes nearly bulge as we pull to the fanciest restaurant in town and I can't help but gawk before I realize I seem to the least dressed up patron and while the host seemed to momentarily ready to turn away once his gaze lands on me he seems far more willing to usher us to a table with a overweight elderly man waiting patiently. His gaze seems to be even worse than all those that we had passed since leaving Mishell's office as he doesn't even seem to attempt to hide the fact he's undressing us.

To my surprise Mishell is simply overjoyed at meeting the bank CEO Walter as she practically gushes over him talking about his accomplishments. I don't even try to keep track of the conversation as I tune them out wishing that I had my phone. The only time I took interest was briefly when Mishell lies about me being a new intern. When our food arrives I can't help but feel a moment of disappointment seeing a tiny steak that I doubt could even fill me up in my current form. Mishell's pasta is likewise rather tiny though oddly Walter's steak seems to be far larger than mine despite having ordered the same thing.

Only when the two of them were politely fighting over the check did I start to pay attention as Walter took every opportunity to graze Mishell's hand. In the end she seemed to relent letting him cover the full bill that I can't help but wonder how the hell could a meal for 3 end up costing so much.

"Don't worry Sir. I'll be sure to repay you later." Mishell says with a gently smile.

"OH....I do believe I know ONE way you can repay me." Walter says as he clasps Mishell's well manicured hand.

"Uh....You....you don-...."

"It's just a little repayment." He says seeming to grasp her hand tighter.

"But....but I'm married and....your w-"

"Fucks every pool boy and personal trainer that walks by."

"You....your bio said she was...."

"My soulmate and my one and only enteral companion." He says as he pulls her closer "Biographies are utter crap and why did you think I offered you the job."

"You...I.....I would never have accepted a job if I knew I was expected to be a......" Mishell recoils breaking Walter's grasp.

"Oh...don't look at me like that. Like I would have hired a fat assed whore to be a bank president if I wasn't getting SOMETHING out of it." Walter declares as his hand vanishes below the table.

"But...but my bank is the most profitable.... and I highest return on investment and....I..I tur-"

"Stop the fucking stuttering. If you aren't woman enough to take care of me maybe your little slutty protegee IS." He sneers as his focus shifts to me. I freeze as he leans towards me only to flinch as I suppress a slap when his hand rests on my girlish thigh.

"Though...maybe I'll give you a TIP. If you can earn it." He sneers as his hand worms his way up and starts to snake under my skirt "You certainly do need a titjob....though I'm not picky maybe you can ask Meeshellll where she got her ass done." To my horror it seems that Mishell may honestly be considering on taking up Walter on his offer at least until she realizes she's fidgeting with her tiny purse.