I was surprised to be called into your office. You were the CEO, and I was just a lowly mail room boy. I was nervous, my palms sweating, wondering what I had done so wrong it had caught the eye of the most powerful man in the company.

I was escorted in to your spacious office by your secretary, a lovely older woman named Gladys. I sat down in a chair across from you as you typed away, barely acknowledging my presence. “You’ve worked here for what, 2 years Tom?” You asked me, not looking at me.

“Yes...yes Sir” I stuttered nervously.

“And in that time Tom, have you ever read the employee guidelines on proper use of office equipment?” I stared at him, stunned, unsure what he was getting at. “I ask because you’re internet browsing history is quite special, namely your blog.”

My jaw practically hit the floor. My blog. My dreams of being a sissy. My photos of myself and my dream body. My skin went pale as the blood drained from my face.

He turned to face me. “Unfortunately Tom this is contrary to company policy and as I was altered by IT you’ll have to be let go.” Tears began well in my eyes. He stood up and walked toward me. He was older, portly but strong looking, big rough hands and generally unattractive. He sat on the edge of his desk, staring down at me.

“Did you know that Gladys wasn’t my choice of secretary? In fact she was my predecessors pick.” I looked at him, confused. “She’ll be retiring in a year though, and I’ll be given the chance to hire my own secretary.” He looked down at me. “I also have a considerable spending account with the company Tom. Do you see what I’m getting at?” Still confused I shake my head.

He sighed, embarrassed for me at my lack of intelligence. “Tom, if you really want to become the woman you were meant to me, I can make it happen.” I looked at him, wiping my tears. He slid over a thick Manila envelope across the desk. “Your cubicle has been packed up and security will escort you out of the building. Tonight you’ll read the terms of this contract, and if you find it agreeable you’ll sign it. If not...,” he stared at me with cold eyes, “good luck in the future.” With that he waved me off.

Gladys looked at me with pity as security followed me downstairs. I got to my tiny apartment and opened the envelope.

The research he had done on me identified me as the perfect candidate: single, no children, and I was estranged from my parents, who lived on the other side of the country. No one would miss me, no one would even notice I was gone.

The contract was long, detailed, clearly written by an actual lawyer. Several times I was forced to google terms just to understand. But the basis was: My belongings would be packed, placed in storage and my apartment subletted for the next year. I would be flown to Brazil where no one would know me, put up in a resort clinic, and undergo whatever surgeries you deemed necessary. I would work out with trainers and nutritionists to maintain the physique you desired. My pay would increase only slightly, but on my return I would be issued a company credit card for clothing, hair and makeup expenditures and be put up in a new mid level apartment. All of this would take about one year. On my return I would have a new identity and guaranteed employment.

My new duties would include being your secretary, as well as extracurricular activities to be defined by you whenever you choose. All I had to do to achieve my dream was to sign on the dotted line...

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Today I'm not looking to do a RP but have a conversation about this scenario with whomever may find it appealing. Would you be my new boss or some confidant to my experiences? What would I look like? What would my new life be like? What would I be doing with my new boss? This and other questions I'd love to chat about!

My main kinks are m2f transformation, domination (more gentle dom), size difference, big cock, cock workship, rough or/and passionate sex, loud/messy/intense love making, being manhandled, cheating, dirty talk, high heels, make up, lingerie, comparisons between lesser/better men, being a bit of a queen and tiny bit of corruption or mind breaking

My limits would be: Non-con, scat, violence, rape, pain, hardcore humilliation, bimbo, unrealistic sizes.

Hope to hear from you!