"I... I hope I'm a secretary... like you..." Matt stammered. His mother's life and career looked rewarding but, it was also eye-watering and looked quite unsettling from his perspective. The vague hope that wouldn't be chosen was always at the back of his mind.
Besides, he was being sincere. Secretaries were allowed to keep the majority of their intelligence, albeit with enforced submission. The secretary smiled awkwardly, "I hope you get what you want, too." she confided.
Running his finger beneath the seal on the envelope, he popped the wax seal off the closed envelope. He was unaware the Fem solution was now in his system. The wax, and the envelope impregnated with it.
Matt was already on his trajectory to a new feminine lifestyle.
Slipping the stiff card up, it fell from his trembling hands. "Housewife"
Even as it fell, Matt saw his fingertips were now showing a hint of colour, a touch of glossy sheen that told of the changes already starting. The Fem solution paralysed his body, and numbed it against any pain.
Matt was powerless to even cry out. Only his regular breathing and the freedom to move his eyes. Matt's body transformed, losing what little muscle mass it held. His arms thinning into slender feminine arms, soft and sleek. They were topped with slim hands, and delicate fingers.
It was a different story with Matt's chest at it felt like it was growing and growing. The weight of each breath feeling heavier, the rise and fall of an increasing bust.
His clothes turned to dust as they were consumed in the transformation. The ticklish softness of the satins and silks that replaced his cotton a foretaste of her future. Beyond the swell of her bust, Matt was aware on an instinctual level he was now a she...
Blessed with lush, round thighs. Her rump fuller, fatter, and covering more of the seat. The tickling brushing of hair at her shoulders was another surprise.
The changes slowing and easing off. Matt became aware of control returning. Of being able to wiggle her toes, and flex her fingers.
Then like an elastic band snapping. She had full control, erupting from the seat. She felt her bust heave with the sudden movement. It almost leapt from the plunging neckline of her dress.
Groaning, Matt took in the dated look, knowing her husband was going to be similarly 'traditional'.
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Reborn as a housewife.
Standing there, a wave of dizziness washed over her. A frown creasing her brow as she fought to recall her name... Well, the name of the guy she'd been before. With a forgiving smile, and a shake of her head, she dismissed it. No point in trying to live in the past.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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