Heading for the hotel to do your prep work before the meeting, you try to ignore your borrowed body. The receptionist barely looks up from reading his book, giving a cursory 'Hello', as you sign-in.
His eyes only drifting from his book to as high as your bust. It is impressive, looking firm, but well contained and professional in your suit. The luggage is necessary for body-porters. So everyone can select the right outfit. Alas, you have no preference for how you appear as a woman. This formal, buttoned down look is fine.
Spreading the notes out over the bed, you try to mentally summarise all the facts, and every angle you'll use to win the contract.
A piping hot coffee sits on the bedside table, an aid to stimulate your mind and keep you sharp. It's a little disconcerting how quickly you feel full. The first cup being enough to make you want to pee.
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That's an experience, you didn't consider in advance. You think as you return to your notes. Making another cup, you want to redirect your focus back from your distracting body and experience and onto the matter in hand.
Catching your heel in the thick carpet you stumble. The coffee sloshes everywhere, burning your hand as you fight to keep it from going everywhere.
You fail.
It soaks your suit, ruining it. The heat builds quickly to painful levels, and you don't want to be billed for damaging the body. Quickly, you unbutton the ruined blouse, and business slacks. Thankfully, it hasn't reached your underwear. You stand awkwardly in the hotel room, as a naked woman, in just her underwear. The mirror stops you from forgetting it.
Scowling at the ruined outfit, tossed casually onto the floor, you realise you now have to dress yourself as a professional woman. The pre-selected clothes starting to look like an option you took for granted.
Angrily, you lift the luggage onto the bed. Your bust shimmies and dances at the sudden vigorous motion, reminding you of what you most want to forget. How attractive that body truly is... She'd done a fantastic job of disguising it's femininity. Though standing in the expensive lingerie you can't pretend to be anything other than a gorgeous woman.
The contents are mostly unsuitable, with a change of underwear, and a bikini, too. Even just seeing it there, you imagine yourself wearing it. Your lush curves filling it to perfection. A very formal gown is there too. But that doesn't suit either. Selecting a skirt and top, you assemble your professional suit alternative. Naturally, everything fits. It's tailored for this body.
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As you admire it, the thought occurs, "Does my bum look big in this?"
The look is more secretarial than managerial. But, you think you've assembled a reasonable outfit for an office setting.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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