Careful what you wish - part 2 (Patreon)

Two hours later and I was sitting in the reception of Smith & Sons legal practice, waiting for my new supervisor to show me to my new desk. I stared into the glass door unable to comprehend that the middle-aged woman staring back was me. I mean, 12 hours ago I was studying engineering at college, now I'm not only a woman but I'm a 42 year old secretary!

When I got through to Katie, I realized that she did it to me. I had begged Katy to help me get back to my old life, but it was no good. She just smiled and repeated the same phrase "you asked for it!" and that was the worst thing. I did ask for it. Now I was sitting in a navy blue skirt suit with black stockings and 4inch patent suede heels. The cream top buttoned up over my ample breasts. Hoop earrings dangled from my earlobes and I had a ridiculous hairstyle of long hair on my head. With all this, I still saw my face in the reflection, although it was obvious only to me. To everyone else, I looked like a 42 year old woman.

My "daughter" had taken great pleasure in helping me dress and do my make-up. When she was finished and I caught a glimpse of my middle-aged face in the mirror I still didn't want to believe I was 42 and a woman. For the rest of my life!

"Mrs. Reynolds?" a gorgeous blonde asked, snapping me out of my revelry. She couldn't have been older than 20 and my male mind was instantly in love with her perky breasts and tight ass. It was depressing to think I was now old enough to be her mother.

"Yes, please call me Ni ...... I mean Marsha". I replied in my husky female voice. Marsha. That would take some getting used to.

"Marsha, I'm Heather, head of the secretary pool, but I don't like to be considered your boss" she said with a fixed smile that made it absolutely clear she was the boss. "Why don't I show you to your desk"

She ushers me to a desk outside a glass partition office on the third floor, pretending not to notice the difficulty I was having to walk in heels.

"You'll be Mr. Drake's secretary ... Why here he is now?" Heather chirped and nodded towards I slightly over-weight graying man, who looked to be in his fifties. "Mr. Drake, may I introduce Marsha Reynolds, your new secretary"

"Ah Marsha, my dear" he rumbled, licking wet lips. "I'm glad you decided to join us. Heather, I'll take it from here. Marsha, join me in my office."

...

The fit blonde left and I was alone with the guy. Looking me up and down, he rubbed his pudgy hands together and made me shiver. "Marsha, my name is Henry Drake. Out of office hours you may call me Henry, but whilst we're in the work I would prefer it if you call m Mr. Drake or Sir. It's a bit old fashioned but then so are we, no ?! "he chuckled.

I forced a smile onto my now 42 year old face.

"As you can see, your desk is right outside. Your duties will be answering my phone, managing my appointments and generally organizing my life" another chuckle. "I won't lie to you Marsha, I had hoped for a younger secretary, but if you feel your still up to the challenge at your age then I am willing to give you a whirl!

"I'll try my best ... Mr. Drake" I replied seething at his constant reference to my new age.

"Excellent" he beamed "Then if you could be so kind and pop out for coffees for me and this floor, I would be most obliged Marsha dear"

"Of course" I smiled through gritted teeth and left to take orders from the five other lawyers on this floor on a post-it note.

Ten minutes I stepped outside and breathed the fresh air heavily to hold in the emotion I felt. The humiliation of what my wish had reduced me to. I opened my purse and slipped in the order. My wrinkled but manicured hands brushed the cigarette pack that was nestled amongst the tampons and tissues.

"No! Not now" I moaned. After this morning i had promised myself that I would resist this disgusting addiction. But it was useless, I was compelled to pick up the pack, flip the lid and pluck out a cigarette. Putting it between my lips, I lit it without pause and sucked in the horrible smoke. It tasted awful, but there was nothing I could do about it. I blew out the smoke and minced towards Starbucks for coffee for Mr. Drake

Yesterday I planned my life and wanted to be an engineer, and today I went for coffee as a 42-year-old woman secretary. The thought that I was so stuck for the rest of my life haunted me. I couldn't believe it. It seemed to me that this was just a test that Katy gave me to prove her point of view.

But I already agreed with her. I am ready to take my words back and I did it. As soon as the phone calls, Katy's laughter was in response to my requests and the strange look of my "daughter", who was then there.

I walked down the street and it seemed to me that everyone knows that I am actually a 20 year old guy. Especially it was given out by my country sometimes gait in heels. I still could not get used to the weight in the chest area and ... and these strange sensations from a tight skirt and blouse. It seemed to me that everyone was watching only she was me and I dreamed when this day was over to call Katy again ...