You jiggle into the office. Your new ankles forcing you to wear heels, as they caused you intense pain when you walk bare footed around your home. The way your hips move now, feels exaggerated, and much more mobile.
Your bust feels enormous and heavy, then again you hope that's down to unfamiliarity with having your own. It just looks very different to gawp down into your own cleavage. The woman in the mirror looks terrifyingly sexual and provocative. This time, you can't dismiss it as the unusual angle. However you just hope it's inexperience and self-consciousness.
The red dress clings to your curves, in a way that makes you feel exposed and vulnerable. With too much flesh on display. You realise you're doing something right as you sweep past the receptionist she looks envious of your charms.
Knowing where you were heading you reach the privacy and peace of the elevator. You want to rip the thong panties off, they've dived deep between your ass cheeks, and you feel them with every step, with every sway of your hips.
The door open on your floor, and you head for your office. Your irritation spiking as you see the openly ogling gazes from the men, and that's the majority of the staff on this floor.
The dawning realisation settles uncomfortably on you, that it's not your inexperience with being a woman. You truly are the most spectacular specimen of succulent femininity on this entire floor. A sickening icy lump settling in the pit of your stomach, quite possible in the entire building.
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