Georgia stood, unsteady for just a moment on her heels. She ran her hands over her suit, smoothing out any crease or imperfection that may have occurred while she was pinned down by Katie. She ran her fingers through her long, wavy red hair, tucking it behind her ears. She began walking towards the ladies room, needing to check to see if her makeup needed touching up after her brush with her angry young employee, aware but unbothered by these alien, feminine actions. Her thighs brushed against each other as her hips unconsciously swayed seductively from side-to-side. She knew she should be more concerned with her newfound feminine attire, muscle memory, and mannerisms, but she also knew the spray canisters had done a pretty severe number on her self-perception, so she simply decided to ride it out until she could change back.
She opened the door, hearing her heels click and clack on the tile floor as she moved towards the mirror. She was simultaneously shocked and calmed by her appearance, as though she was greeting an old friend. Her fingers, topped by expertly manicured nails, delicately traced the edges of her smooth, feminine face, her plump lips pursed in a surprised O, coated in a bright red lipstick. Her expressive green eyes roved over her reflection, checking for any imperfection as she examined her makeup for any sign of imperfection. She smiled brightly as she found none and leaned back, adjusting her large breasts and the band of her bra for just a moment, taking a strange pride in her appearance. Without thinking, she blew herself a quick kiss in the mirror before stopping and blinking in surprise. What am I doing? she thought to herself. I need to get those sprays back...
As she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Michael Anderson walking towards her. As Greg, she'd been toying with the idea of firing him for weeks now. He was constantly pushing deadlines, his work was middle-of-the-pack at best, and (in Greg's mind, at least) he was competition for all the female attention in the office. As Georgia, though, she could confirm that last bit. Anderson was hot. She bit her lip for a moment as she felt her new sex heat up and begin moistening as the 6'5" Adonis walked towards her before she composed herself. She knew his work was subpar and he was likely as not to be late with his next report, but god, she liked having this dumb piece of eye candy around. Get a grip, girl she thought to herself, ignoring the female pronoun she'd just addressed herself as. You're still his boss.
"Ms. Stevenson?" Anderson asked. She smiled. She could sense his nervousness, and it made her feel oddly empowered. As Greg, she'd taken that feeling for granted. As Georgia, however, she was relishing it. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Of course," she said sweetly. "Follow me to my office."
They entered Georgia's office, which was (more or less) unchanged since Katie had held her down and forcibly feminized her. She took a seat behind the desk, motioning for Greg to sit. "What can I do for you?"
Anderson cleared his throat nervously, causing Georgia to smile again. "Well, Ms. Stevenson, i just found out my father's surgery didn't go well. He's got some sort of infection the doctors haven't been able to locate, and the rest of my family back home...they don't know what to do. Nobody is talking to each other, and with Dad's age... I'm just not sure...I need to fly home and help set things right, you know?"
Greg wouldn't have given a shit about Anderson's problems, but Georgia found herself feeling for Anderson, fighting back a small swell of emotion she felt rising in her chest. She wanted to tell him Things are tough all over but instead found herself reaching out to pat his hand comfortingly. "It's okay, Mike. FMLA exists for exactly this reason. Get what you can done today and let me know what you need to hand off to someone else. Get to your family and let me know how much time you need."
Anderson was taken aback, but grateful. As Georgia stood and walked towards the door, Anderson stood as well, reaching out to hug the new woman. Gerogia was surprised (but delighted) as she was held by the strong, handsome man, her breasts crushing into his chest as she drunk in his masculine scent. "Thank you." He whispered into her ear, wiping back a tear as he left her office to return to his cubicle.
She closed the door, fanning herself in mock heat as she leaned against her desk, her plump ass acting as a cushion. She knew she had to contact HR and get Anderson's FMLA paperwork started, but she also knew she had to track down Katie and get the spray canisters back! She had to get back to being a man - being Greg.
Thinking about how she felt when Anderson held her, though... she felt her pussy getting wet again, imagining him bending her over the desk and taking her, over and over again. She smiled and rubbed her breast lightly through her blazer. She was curious if it felt as good as she thought it would, but she knew every second she stayed like this, the less likely she was to find Katie and get herself back to normal. She knew she couldn't stay like this...
...could she?
