Boss -- Blow-up doll -- Skin

That fakery that had stared Richard in the face all the way from sunrise to sunset on that previous day had put a certain idea in the young man's head. It was still concerning the further transformation of that bossy woman who seemingly did nothing all day but order people around. His idea was one which abandoned turning her into a person who saw themselves as a sex object and instead favored turning her into a sex object that saw themselves as a person.

The sight of his transformation working hit Richard almost instantaneously as he stepped through the front doors of his office. It wasn't the sight which he noticed first, but rather the sound, the audio of plastic rubbing against plastic, which made him turn his head in the right direction.

The first sight that Richard caught of his new boss put a smile on his face. No matter what part of her exposed skin he looked at, the themes of it stayed the same. It was shiny, like plastic, and bore an uncanny smooth appearance. Her face had specifically received a repaint with bright carmine lips and smoky deep blue eye-shadow.

This last of those details spurred particular glee inside of Richard, he wondered if she had panicked when she saw the whorish makeup on her face that morning. The colors that weren't just painted on, but rather was turned into part of her very face, a feature of her skin rather that anything that she had thought to add. He wondered if she had attempted to use cosmetics to cover it all up, only to find that nothing stuck to the rubbery plastic skin that now covered her entire body.

Richard ought to have felt bad for the woman, but he simply didn't, she had caused him so many headaches in the past that he simply found himself unable to care about her newfound problem. In fact, as he set off to his afterwork activities, he found himself only growing more mirthful as he walked towards the gym where he planned to put in his workout.

"You're really gonna bully what I manage to lift!? Check your own form lady!" Richard responded to a tease by that woman who had made it a hobby to harass him. She didn't seem to mind the reprimand, in fact, she seemed happier than ever to get to spar with wrords.

"I would look at my own form, but it just so happens that there's a maximum limit on how many can view my body at a time. It's all your fault that I keep failing," that woman informed, to which Richard could only harumph before heading back home. He had his thoughts to consider, whether to continue his boss along her chosen path, or to mess with the woman he so often met at the gym.