Secretary for friend (Patreon)

My name is John Palmer, I am 30 years old, I have a wonderful wife Gloria and I am a co-owner of a small sales organization of all sorts of things from China. In fact, we buy all sorts of trinkets cheap and sell them more expensive in our city. We have few employees, I am co-owner Jack, several couriers and a couple of movers. It was quite enough, but of course we dreamed of more. This evening we celebrated the birthday of our company in our small office. Everyone has already left, only Jack and I are left.

During the evening we drank a lot of alcohol and talked, as usual, about business and life. This was just one of the trinkets we bought in China and I was holding it in my hands. We were already planning to leave.

Jack was getting dressed, and I was sitting in my chair with this thing.

- John, we have to go. I think Gloria won't be glad you got drunk

- But you got drunk too

- Oh, I'm free and I don't care, but you

- I do not care! She won't say anything! And I still repeat to you the thought that we need a secretary!

- You're back to the old! We discussed this all evening, why do we need her? We don't have much money and what will she do?

- We'll find something to do with her! The main thing is that she should be here. We have a male team and, well, think for yourself (I winked), maybe this is your destiny, well, or just at least you can drag her into bed

- John! Are you married!

- But I think about you!

- Okay, enough! I go to the toilet, and you still get dressed

- Jack, I think you're wrong! I'm sure that when we hire some Samantha, you will change your mind! Just imagine. You come to the office in the morning, and here sits a thin beauty, she brings you coffee, walks around our small office in heels, in a short skirt with tight tights. When she bends down her panties are barely visible. She smiles at you and cannot refuse you anything, because you are the boss. After all, she is completely dependent on you, because she has no education, but she compensates for this with her mouth and other parts of her body. And now, instead of me, she would be here! Oh god, Jack, I wish it. Jack! Can you hear me?

Saying this, I got a little excited and did not even notice how Jack left and I was left alone in the office. The thing in my hands began to glow and warm strangely. Out of fright, I threw her against the wall. For a moment, my eyes darkened.

- What the hell just happened ?!

I looked at the place where I threw this thing trying to find it, but did not see where it fell. I tried to get up from the chair, but immediately sat back down because my shoes became kind of strange and uncomfortable.

- What the...

I looked down and saw that my clothes were completely different. Instead of my jacket and shirt, I was wearing a white shirt, but most importantly, instead of pants, I was now wearing a dark skirt. It was obviously a skirt, and a very short one, because I saw my legs and felt that I was somehow wearing tights.

- What ... why ... my hmm ..

My voice sounded very different. It was clearly a female voice. I was still very drunk, but in an instant I felt the straps of the bra on my shoulders and the bra itself, which fit snugly against mine. I began to unfasten the buttons on my shirt and saw that there really was a bra holding the hills of my small chest inside

...

I unbuttoned my shirt completely and saw something that I could not believe. There was no sign of my old body. Instead of my hairy flat chest and beer belly, I now had a flat, smooth belly and two small mounds of chest in a bra. The image in my eyes blurred due to alcohol, but I understood that this was not an illusion, because my feelings also confirmed what I saw.

I grabbed these protrusions on my chest with two hands and felt strange feelings. In my hands I felt the usual female breasts under the bra, about the same as my wife's, but at the same time I felt it with my body and felt excitement between my legs, but for some reason my male device did not rise. Before I had time to think about it, the door opened and Jack entered the room, already dressed

- Pancake! Samantha! What are you doing?!

I looked up at him, still holding my breasts.

"Jack, can you ... can you see that too?"

- Yes, Sam, you have a great chest and figure, so you work here. Why are you still not dressed?

- What? Sam? Who is Sam? Jack I'm John! Your friend and co-owner, what a joke ?! Is this some kind of prank? The virtual reality?!

Jack said nothing, but just looked angrily in my direction.

- Jack! Why do I have boobs ?! Why am I wearing these clothes ?! I don't like all this, is this some kind of stupid joke of yours ?!

“Samantha, you're drunk. I don't understand your jokes! Button up your blouse and get dressed! I'll order you a taxi.

Without knowing why, but after these words I felt scared. Jack seemed so strong and big to me and for some reason I didn't want to anger him even more. I quickly as I could, began to button up my shirt, feeling how he touches my body and my chest under the bra. I didn't understand what was going on. I got up and immediately realized that I was also wearing heels. Taking a slow step, I grabbed the edge of the table because I almost fell. At that moment, Jack grabbed my hand tightly

“Jesus Sam, you can't drink.

Leaning on it, I reached the hanger and saw a woman's coat, which Jack helped me to put on and we went out into the street.

- Jack, what the hell ?!

I said it with all my strength, trying not to fall on my heels and leaning on Jack

- You just got drunk.

He caught a taxi and put me in the back seat, paying the driver money and saying something to him.

The road was long and strange. I sat in the back seat and looked out the window. I tried to understand everything that had happened, but since I was still very drunk, by the end of the trip I forgot about it a little. The trip was very long, although I lived a few blocks from work, but I didn’t understand well and just wanted to get home faster, I really wanted to sleep.

When the taxi driver opened the door and I went out again almost falling because of heels and alcohol, the taxi driver helped me to get to my apartment. We went up to the 3rd floor of a multi-storey building and the taxi driver left, leaving me alone.

The door was not new, as was the whole house. It was a multi-storey building in which poor people live. After standing for several minutes, knocking loudly with my heels due to the fact that I was reeling from alcohol and did not know how to walk on them at all. Only now did I notice that I have long hair and started looking at it.

The apartment door opened and a man in a T-shirt and shorts stood on the threshold. His face was angry, he looked 35-40 years old, he was holding a bottle of beer in his hands.

- And here is our queen!

...

He took my hand and dragged me into the apartment. Once again, almost falling, I heard the door slam shut

- How did you walk with your boss? Saved his snake from the cold? Lord, you can barely keep up!

He took off my jacket and I found the nearest place to sit and sat down. At that moment, I was no longer surprised at anything, because it all looked like some kind of nonsense and I really wanted to sleep. I looked around. It was a small studio apartment with cheap furniture. In the middle of the room there was a large double bed, a small wardrobe and in the same room there was a kitchen

“Samantha, you can't drink like that. Why are you drunk? Why are you looking at me like that?

I looked at this man, but did not understand his words, my eyelids closed. I finally figured out to take off these uncomfortable shoes and began to undress, throwing things on the floor.

Finally I took off both the skirt and the tights. I leaned against the wall and saw my chest again.

- It just can't be ...

I stared at my bra cleavage for a few seconds and then finally decided to pull my breasts out of my bra. The bra rested on my chest and I felt uncomfortable, the air enveloped them, but I could not take my eyes off them.

- You are still without panties! Why am I still with you ?! You're cheating on me with him !? Honestly?!

I heard some sounds, but after the phrase about panties I looked down. It was only then that I realized that I did not have my male device. In horror, I began to feel this place and then lost consciousness.

...

I regained consciousness only the next day. I had a terrible headache and I was very hot. I kicked off the covers and stared at the ceiling.

"I won't drink any more." This was my first thought. But then I noticed that something was wrong. The ceiling in my apartment was different. This ceiling was dirty and when I turned my head I saw that this was not my apartment. It was a small studio apartment with cheap furniture and a kitchen.

"Did I hang out and wake up somewhere else ?! My wife will kill me!"

But then the memories of the ending of yesterday evening suddenly appeared in my head. I looked at my body and saw that this was not an illusion. I had two female boobs and my hands were weak and thin, my palms were small and I had a female manicure on my nails. I stretched my hand between my legs and did not find my male device!

- No! What the?! Why?! It can't be!

I remembered that there was another man in this apartment and in fright I began to look for him, hoping that it was just my imagination. I was very happy when I saw that I was alone in the room

I sat down on the bed immediately feeling the gravity and heaviness from my chest, which swayed freely and unpleasantly from my movements. I didn't like this new weight on my chest. My long hair touched my face, cheeks, shoulders and partially blocked my view, so I had to remove it. I walked to the shower room and saw my reflection for the first time. A beautiful thin girl of about 30-35 years old looked at me, her breasts were definitely larger than my wife's.

I examined my body more and more convinced that this was not an illusion. The girl in the mirror repeated all my movements exactly. There was no sign of my old body here.

I should have at least put on something before deciding the issue. I found a yellow T-shirt and some shorts. Nevertheless, my chest still swayed awkwardly in it with every movement, but I tried not to think about it or pay attention to it.

A very long search for the phone led me to the fact that I found documents. In the photo on the documents there was a girl I saw in the reflection. Samantha Rogers, 34, married. It was just a passport, there was no driver's license, no school leaving documents. I didn’t like the “married” status the most, but I thought it was still some kind of cruel joke. When I found the phone, I started dialing my number, but every time I was told that the number was busy. I thought that I was in the body of this girl, then she should be in mine, it was the most logical, albeit incredible, explanation. But I never got through to myself.

I decided to call Jack, he has to help me, we are friends with him since childhood. I didn't call my wife yet, I decided to do it better later. Today was a day off and Jack was supposed to be home and relax after yesterday's party. Jack did not answer for a long time, then I heard a familiar voice on the other end

- Yes, Samantha. Something happened?

“Jack, it's incredible, but I'm not Samantha. I don't even know who it is. I'm John, there was some hell of a thing yesterday and I ...

- So! Stop! I heard this nonsense last night! Stop these jokes, I'm serious. I don't even know any John! If that's all you wanted, then let me sleep. See you at work tomorrow

- But Jack!

And he ended the conversation.

...

I looked at the phone screen and did not believe what I had just heard. For some reason, Jack called me Samantha and said that he didn't know any John. The situation was getting worse. I looked at my nipples sticking out under the yellow t-shirt, closed my eyes, exhaled, trying not to think about my new body and what Jack said and start thinking. It was very difficult in this situation, and I also had a headache.

I decided to call my wife, but I couldn't remember the phone. I always knew this phone by heart, but now it was not in my head. I looked in the contact lists and did not find her number, but I found other numbers with strange names that I did not like, for example "Freddie Big" and "Black Sovereign" and others in the same spirit.

I wanted to call Jack again, but for some reason I was scared to do it. I couldn't understand why I was afraid to call him and make him angry.

There was a note on the table in the most conspicuous place. It’s strange that I didn’t see her right away. I went over and read

"Dear Samantha. I don’t want to endure your betrayal anymore. Every time you say that these are my inventions, but I know that you have cheated on me more than once, especially with your boss in this small firm in which you work. God, I I know you too well, do not be offended, but you could not even work as a waitress, and now you work as a secretary! I know why you were hired for this job and what you do with your boss. I will send you the divorce papers. "

I didn’t even want to think about what was written in this letter and began to zealously remember yesterday evening. I remembered how strangely that thing from China flashed when I was drunk talking nonsense! I remembered what I said and I felt scared that everything that I said had come true. But it was like my desire, especially in the sense that I was afraid to fight with Jake and the fact that he says he does not know John.

I urgently need to find this trinket! I need to get to the office and find this thing. She has to bring me back. At that moment I realized that I have no idea where I am and how far away the office is. It turned out that I was now on the other side of the city and I realized that I did not have the keys to the office. I ransacked the whole room looking for keys, but I couldn't find it, so I had to wait until the next day.

There was little food in the fridge, but I didn't feel like eating, I sat at home all day examining my body and planning my actions.

...

Looking through photos on Samantha's phone that day, I didn't know how to react. On the one hand, as a man, I liked all these photos. This phone had a lot of photos of Samantha in different poses and with different men. It was evident that she led a depraved lifestyle. On the other hand, it scared me, because by all logic I received this life in response to my desire in my office. But it calmed me that I would go back to the office and find this trinket and make a wish again and then everything will come back, so I calmed down by the end of the day.

But this photo caught my attention. Not even the position in which my body was here, it was not the most vulgar photo. This was Jake's apartment and I didn't like it at all. Of course he is my friend, but the thought of having to do this with him did not like at all to me. I'm not going to communicate with men at all while I'm in Samantha's body. But in the old way, it all turned me on at the same time, and in the end I stopped looking at the photos, although I only looked at about 30 percent, I had enough.

On the same day, I discovered that when I decided to put on the bodice all the same, because I was tired of the constant swinging of my chest, I did it very easily and did not even notice it. Only then I thought about it. I found my WhatsApp correspondence with Jake and was even more upset. Everything there clearly hinted that my desire was fully fulfilled.

Another oddity that I did not like at all, I never remembered my wife's phone number, so I started looking for her on social networks, but immediately stalled. I couldn't remember her name! I tried for an hour, but it didn't work. I tried to find my friends, but I also could not remember their names, although I had memories of this, like my parents. This is just a sheer nightmare, not a day.

But I went to Samantha's Facebook page and was even more upset. In some strange way, memories in my head about each friend of Samantha appeared immediately as soon as I looked at their photo or page, or even saw in a notebook. These memories were mainly associated with intimate life and I did not like them at all, although they excited my body.

In the end, I just decided not to do anything until tomorrow

...

What nonsense with me. Why am I acting like this ?! Just pull yourself together and find this thing!

- Samantha, please see the mail, they should have sent me an email from China!

And instead of looking for the most important thing in my life that changed it so much, I went to my workplace and turned on my computer.

In a strange way, this has become the most important task at the moment. I turned on my computer and started looking for an email program to run it. But I couldn't find her. I searched for a few minutes, but I could not find

- Samantha, how? Have you checked?

Jake has already asked. From the fact that I could not even turn on the program, I began to panic and turn on everything. It seemed the most logical, but the computer started to slow down. At that moment Jake came up

“God, Samantha, don’t tell me you still don’t remember how to check your email.” I looked at him, then at the computer, then at him again and could not do anything except straighten my hair and smile

- I ... I just

- I show it again, this time remember

He started doing something on the computer, I looked and did not understand anything. It happened so quickly that I couldn't remember anything. However, I knew that this is a very simple thing. I never thought before that there could be problems when checking mail, but now I just did not understand how to do it

- Here. Everything is very simple. You just click here and then here. And here is the letter. Here is the send to me button, next time do it. Good?

I understood what he meant. Forwarding mail, checking mail is a simple task, I don't understand why I can't do it and why I didn't even remember how he did it. I looked at his actions as I once looked at the actions of a magician in childhood.

Then he looked at me again. I saw that his gaze was on my chest, which was visible under the transparent blouse and for some reason I opened it even more

- Eh. Okay. I see that it is difficult for you. I can’t be mad at you. Rest for now.

And he went away leaving me in strange thoughts.

...

Damn, damn, damn! What am I doing?! Why am I doing this ?! This is all completely wrong! I need to get dressed and go home urgently! Why did I stop looking for this Chinese item !?

I was standing in Jake's room in underwear, which I had chosen on purpose yesterday because I knew how the evening would end. I didn't even put on my heels and pretended to be in the mirror while Jake took a shower. Everything was so strange and incomprehensible. Yesterday Jake said that maybe today we will go for a walk, but even then I thought that this walk could end in his apartment. All the same feeling of fear made me put on a beautiful tight dress and naturally I was as cute as possible in the office all day. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't be different, especially when Jake was around. I've always wanted him to be happy with me. I already realized, on the first day, that I had become very stupid. I perfectly understood what the company was doing because I founded it myself, but now I could not explain it even to myself. I knew that it had something to do with China and that it was a very difficult matter, although I understood that there was nothing difficult here. But now even working with a computer was difficult for me.

I had only one thing inside, I had to stay here to work and for this I have to be as nice as possible with the boss, more precisely with Jake. Therefore, I had to use what I have - this body. I cursed a million times that I made such a stupid wish, but I didn't know that this thing was magical!

I never looked for this thing that day, because Jake first said to rest, and then I did whatever he said. When the workday finally finished, Jake said that I deserved a chocolate bar today and told me to come home and eat it. In the evening I was sitting at the table and finishing a chocolate bar with a disgruntled face and realized that I had not done anything to find a Chinese thing. I wanted to throw out the chocolate bar, go to the office, but, as I said, I did not have the keys and it was too late and it was too far to go. I cried in despair.

So a week passed and this weekend I'm here. I don't want to do this with my best friend, I have to leave. But instead, I continue to stand here and wait for him to come out of the bathroom! It's just some kind of curse! Oh, the door seems to have opened. I smile again ...

...

And where did this goat go? I hate that I can't change anything. Two weeks later, living in this mode got me sick. I want to forget what happened that weekend as a bad dream, it was my first experience with a man in my life, but given the body I am in now and this curse, we can say that I had no way out and that this is normal. Although, damn it, this is all abnormal!

Although I do light makeup, I wear these clothes, but I do not like all this at all. I am still the same man inside, I still like women and even looking at my body I get aroused, but I can’t help it when Jake is around or asks me for something. I think, foolish as it is, that if I lose my job, I can't find anything better. I understand that this is all nonsense, but my thoughts get confused every time I start thinking about it, and I always have a desire to be here and be as sweet and affectionate as possible with Jake. He pays me some small money and with difficulty, but I was able to calculate that they would only be enough for me to rent this cheap apartment and for food. Damn it, I can't even wear normal office clothes. Only on the weekend do I have some kind of freedom, or if Jake asks to dress more modestly, but this has not happened during these two weeks not once

And now, I'm here again, again drinking wine in this apartment, and he left to talk on the phone in another room. He said it was for work, but it seems to me that he is looking for a replacement for me! I'm already starting to hate him.

Ah, here he is finally.

- Samantha, be glad we have a big order!

- John! You are such a good fellow! Isn't that good news?

- Sam, of course! This means I also need a helper!

- Great! If you're glad, then I'm glad too. If you want, I can congratulate you right now

All these conversations made me sick, I myself hinted to him that I could do it with my mouth, I hadn’t done this yet, but I thought about not being fired and therefore decided to support me as much as possible.

John smiled and I knew it was a call to action

...

- Oh, honey, thanks. You’re not doing this because I’m your boss, are you?

- What?! No! I ... I just ... I thought, you said you needed a mate. Maybe I can become one?

- Ahaha. Samantha is not. Sorry, just don’t be offended, I need a man ... well .. you understand yourself, you are a cool girl, but I think you better stay as a secretary.

I realized that he meant that I was stupid and could not cope, but I just smiled.

...

- Do you want to see them?

- Well, I just left, though ..

- I know what you need!

I raised my sweater in front of the monitor screen through which I spoke to Jake ...

I think this asshole Jake thinks I love him. Of course it looks like this, but I hate it. Already two months have passed since my change and every day it only got worse. I'm afraid he might propose to me after he found out that I signed a divorce.

But while he is on a business trip, at least I can wear regular clothes and that's better. Today he called me on Skype himself, because he said he was bored! I do not understand what I missed. I'm the most boring company right now, the best thing I can do is show my boobs. I have never been able to maintain any kind of conversation with him. I just don't understand what he is talking about, although I try. I think this is all such stupid nonsense.

In the evenings, I sit on various sites about stars and read about their lives, watch all kinds of shows. I understand that this is rubbish, but all this is much more interesting to me. I need to do a manicure every month and look after my appearance. I noticed that when I walk past a store with cheap jewelry, I always go into it and buy something, and then I wear it! I just got over it.

A month ago I stopped looking for this Chinese item that did this to me. It was only after a couple of weeks that I realized that the cleaning lady, who disliked me and even called him a whore a couple of times, could have thrown him out. Other members of the organization, men, are polite to me, but thank God the curse does not affect my behavior towards them, so I can talk normally. I see their looks, I remember how I hired these people and how they seemed to me stupid and capable only of working as a courier. And now they help me and seem much smarter than I thought about them.

I tried to find this Chinese item, but in vain. I don't even know what that item is and how to look for it. I told Jake about this once, but he asked me not to tell me again that I was John and I stopped even asking.

...

Jake gave me this coat as soon as it got cold outside. I do not argue that this is a good gift, but as before, I needed to thank him. He even jokingly, when we drank wine, said that if I wanted, I could come to him in it, but so that there was nothing under it and laughed. I laughed back and in one of the jokes he said that if I have to pay for the fare, then I can just partially open the fur coat and show the driver my chest and then I will go for free! Of course it was a joke, but I took it literally.

This scoundrel has no idea how I feel now in public transport in this fur coat. Now I have to go again to him across the city! How tired of all this! I am literally naked under it and I am already even scared that maybe someone will think that I am a prostitute.

- Miss, pay your fare

As soon as I heard these words, some kind of trigger went off in my head. I had money for travel, but instead I decided that I should show the driver's chest. I looked at him closely and slowly opened part of my fur coat. The driver blushed and said that he understood everything.

At that moment, another girl entered the bus. I immediately recognized her, this is my wife, or rather, she was once my wife. She looked at me with such a face that I felt very very embarrassed and ashamed. I immediately covered myself as much as possible. My breasts squeezed together, but I still felt naked even under the fur coat.

I pressed my knees and hands together and looked out the window. I need to do something. Maybe she will help me. I slowly turned in her direction and saw that she was not even looking at me. I licked my lips as I tasted the lipstick and continued to stare at it.

- Excuse me...

She didn't even look at me

- Please ... I ... it's just ...

She turned her face in my direction. I saw nothing but disgust. I read everything on her face. But I remembered how I loved her and how good it was for us together.

- Samantha, I could not apologize, you have always been like this!

- What? I? no, I do not...

A flash of memory appeared in my head. We were familiar with Gloria, I immediately remembered her name. We met in the same place where I once did with her when I was John, but in this reality we became friends, and then we had a fight because Samantha ... that is. it turns out I took two guys off her

- What is not? I was very upset with you and did not want to see you and know that I was familiar. I see you haven't changed, you're still the same whore. Going to your pimp in that fur coat? You know, I'll probably take the next bus. Driver, please stop.

- Gloria, I'm sorry, I didn't think, I didn't ...

- Farewell, I was not glad to see you.