Kelli blushing from the woman's compliments followed her through the door. He couldn't have been more surprised on the other side. Instead of the relaxing, spa-like environment that he was leaving, the room was big, bright, and loud. Rows and rows of desks filled the room. Behind each was a beautiful woman, all in similar attire to him. The women were on the phone, or furiously typing away, although as he passed each desk their eyes would dart his way approvingly, giving Kelli a tingle of excitement beneath his skirt.
The woman who had dressed him walked ahead of him, swaying her hips alluringly, indicating by wagging her fingers over her shoulder that he should follow close behind. Kelli, still learning to walk in his new high-heeled shoes (all new shoes need to be broken in, he justified) struggled to keep up.
At the end of the room, next to a large wooden door, was an empty chair behind a large oak desk.
"Have a seat, Kelli," the woman said, indicating the chair, "We're going to continue your Girl World experience soon, but there are a few things I have to take care of first. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not!" Kelli blurted. He couldn't wait to continue his sexual adventures in Girl World, but he trusted the woman. If she said he had to wait, wait he would. A few minutes wouldn't hurt. Besides, while his new clothes seemed to dampen the distracting feeling of his now overly sensitive skin, he was still far too stimulated from just the walk to the desk. He needed to sit and collect himself before he had an accident in his new panties.
"I'll be right back," the woman said. She turned and walked back through the room and exited through the door she and Kelli had entered by. Crossing his legs at the knee, Kelli sat back in the leather chair and let the busy sound of the room wash over him. Soon enough his reverie was interrupted as the phone on his desk began to ring. Realizing that everybody was ignoring the ringing, he reached over to grab it. After all, everybody had been so generous with him at Girl World, maybe it was time that he helped out a bit.
The Spirit was excited in the progress that Kelli was making, watching him not question the obviously feminine clothes, even taking on a decidedly feminine manner of sitting. Trusting that it could let Kelli run on autopilot for a while, it turned its attention back to the real world, to see if Jon was ready for more adjustments
"Kelli!"
The booming voice shook Kelli out of his relaxed state. He'd finished the phone call, taking a message for a "Mr. Cockshure", then drifted off into a daydream about lying on the beach with a Swedish volleyball team.
"Yes sir!" he shouted, leaping to his feet instinctively.
"Get your little tush in here!"
Kelli was uncertain whether he liked having his 'tush' being referred to like that, but he opened the big doors and walked into the opulent office. Behind an rich mahogany desk sat an overweight, sweaty man in an expensive suit. A lit cigar sat in a tray before him. The man's eyes stared at Kelli hungrily, making the smaller man feel uncomfortable.
"Did you get any messages for me?"
Kelli noticed the name plate on the man's desk. "Allan Cockshure".
"Oh yes sir!" Kelli said excitedly, hoping that his positive answer would turn the tone of the conversation.
"Well don't just stand there," Mr. Cockshure pushed himself back from his desk and patted his lap, "Get over here and deliver it!"
Kelli stood there, uncertain at how he had gotten himself in this situation.
Meanwhile, back in the real world, Jon...
