Of course you do, and you start work on Monday

You're smiling widely as you prance down a busy street on the way to your first day working as Miruko's assistant. This feels like a whole new chapter of your life is beginning. Sure, you're not going to be Miruko's sidekick like you really wanted, but you're still working alongside your idol! You'll get to see her everyday, listen to her stories about beating villains and saving people, and even do your own part by making her a nice cup of coffee in the morning, or picking up her clothes for her, or whatever else a hero's assistant has to do to make her life easier. You're still rather fuzzy on the details and when you shyly asked Miruko when she dropped you off at your parents' house still wearing just your cute pink panties and shredded shirt, she grinned and told you that you'd figure it out soon enough, her sharp red eyes lingering on your soft, exposed thighs in ways that made you blush.

If you're honest with yourself, you're also not exactly sure why the gorgeous rabbit hero was willing to look past the rather sorry circumstances of your first meeting. Even you can't pretend that breaking into a construction site, losing most of your clothes and getting your butt stuck in a hole would make a good impression on anyone, let alone a woman like Miruko who's always made it clear she respects strength and self-reliance. Well, whatever her reasons, she's given you a chance, and you're not about to let your clumsiness mess it up this time. You've promised yourself you're going to be the best assistant ever and do everything she asks of you! And maybe one day, if you work really, really hard and show how reliable you can be, she might decide you're worthy of being her sidekick after all. You don't have to give up on your dream of being a hero just yet, no matter how poorly it started!

The building Miruko told you to report to is near the center of the city. You're rather awed as you wander past glitzy office blocks and dazzling storefronts, feeling slightly out of place even dressed up as you are. Miruko's purred instructions were to wear something...cute, but you decided you'd better make a good impression so you settled on a pair of smart trousers and a white collared shirt. After the disaster of her catching you wearing panties, even your prettiest pair, you hope you can make her see your reliable, manly side as well! That's what women like, isn't it? It may be a rather distant dream, but you can't help but hope once you're working closely together she might...notice you. The thought of kissing her, those strong arms wrapped around your slender body as she tugs you into her ample chest makes you feel like you're floating.

At last you reach the address scrawled on the note she handed you, not the office building you were expecting, but instead what seems to be a towering block of apartments, complete with a rather fancy lobby with a fountain that makes you feel anxious even stepping inside. Still, you muster your courage and step up to the glass doors, your slender chest puffed out and your tail bristling up behind you through the hole you have to awkwardly cut in all your clothes to make them fit. This is your dream after all, and nothing's going to stop you!

Rather than opening up automatically like you were expecting, the doors stay firmly shut, and you walk headfirst into the glass, bouncing off with a loud thump. Your head is ringing as you stagger back, a high-pitched squeal of shock escaping your lips. A panicked glance around you confirms that more than a few passers-by saw your embarrassing little accident, and you feel your cheeks glow hot at the concerned stares they're giving you. Biting your lip, you tear your gaze away and try to focus on the obstacle in front of you instead, the wall of unyielding glass between you and your idol. Why didn't those stupid doors open? What's wrong with them?

It's only then you see the console on the side, the lit-up screen and keypad seeming to silently mock you with their obviousness. Blushing even hotter, you dart up and duck in to give the stupid thing a frustrated glare. According to Miruko, her office is number 60, so you hurriedly type that in with trembling fingers, hoping desperately you haven't made another dumb mistake and you aren't about to hear some stranger demanding to know who you are instead. There's a few moments of heavy, anxious silence, your heart pounding in your chest. Just as you're convincing yourself you've messed up again and this must be the wrong building after all, a wash of static emerges from the speaker making you jump and squeal in shock.

"Yes, who is this?" A little shiver runs down your spine as you once again hear your idol's gorgeous, stern voice from the console.

"Um...it's me." You manage to stammer, before realizing she won't know who that is anyway. "Ren Yamada...from the um...construction site."

"Ah yes, my new kitten, right on time, I like that." Miruko's purred reply makes your belly flutter rather wildly. "I'll buzz you through, take the elevator, nice and snappy so I don't have to wait too much longer." You nod hurriedly, even though she won't be able to see that. There's a clicking noise from beside you and just like that those stupid doors slide open like they should have done the last time you tried. **** not to get locked out, you dart through with a gasp of relief, still half-expecting them to snap shut on your tail.

With Miruko's instruction ringing in your twitching ears, you scurry through the nice lobby towards the elevators, ducking inside the first one that opens when you press the call button. Room 60, that means the sixth floor, right? Or at least you hope it does as the elevator starts to rumble its way up into the building. You feel horribly nervous all of a sudden, all the confidence you've tried to gather up in the days of waiting for this moment to arrive slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. What if you mess up on your first day and Miruko decides you can't help her after all? You've already happily quit your job at the store, and you're not sure you could even face going back to that kind of work after having an opportunity like this. No...you have to be brave! You're going to be the best assistant ever, remember?

The doors open with a sharp ping just as you work your way through that minor crisis of self-confidence, and you find yourself staring into a small corridor with nice patterned wallpaper and a lovely soft carpet covering the floor. It doesn't look much like any office building you've ever seen, and you shuffle out uncertainly, spotting a door a little further down with the number 60 on a tag outside. It takes another few moments of standing awkwardly in front of it before you manage to raise your hand and knock timidly. Again you have to wait, tail twitching behind you and soft hands working nervously over each other in front of your belly. Deciding you didn't knock hard enough, you lift a trembling fist.

Them the door swings open suddenly, and you find yourself staring up at Miruko again, frozen with your hand up and your bristling tail pressed against your back. Your cheeks blaze red-hot at the sight of her, gorgeous and muscly and looming over your slender little body. To your utter shock, she's not wearing her costume this time, in fact she's hardly wearing anything! Just a dark sports bra over her ample breasts, clinging tight enough you can see the stiff bumps of her nipples through the fabric, then a matching pair of tiny shorts. Between them, her rippling abs are right in your face, glistening with sweat and looking all the more impressive for it. You gasp out as your dick presses tight against your underwear, tingling with need while you drink in the sight of her tanned skin. What's going on? Why isn't she in her uniform?

"Hey there, kitten." She grins down at you, baring her perfect teeth. "Caught me in the middle of my morning workout, but that's alright. I'll put you to work all the same." You tremble at those words, wondering what kind of work she needs from you dressed like that. No...you can't get ahead of yourself and do something stupid! You're just her assistant, that's all. "Come on in, then." Miruko steps to one side, holding the door open for you. "As adorable as you look standing there gawping at me, I did bring you here for a reason."

With a gasp, you stumble forward, and find your shocked gaze flickering over what seems to be a very nice living room, with a large glass window overlooking the city, and a set of leather couches around a glass table facing towards a wide-screen plasma tv. It doesn't look like a pro-hero's office after all! Where's the maps of the city, the planned patrol routes or the files filled with information about known villains? In fact, you realize with a stunned little shiver, it almost seems like this is where Miruko actually lives.

You glance back over your shoulder at her in shock at that though, just in time to see her firmly close the door and turn the handle to look it with an ominous click. She turns to look at you, meeting your uncertain gaze with another thin smirk. What's going on here? Isn't this just...her apartment?