Steve paced around his office, which now seemed downright cavernous thanks to the tiny school desk in the middle. This was crazy! Stuff was changing all around him. People were giving him orders, and he couldn't help but obey!
"Calm down," he told himself. "You're a grown man. You can't let people boss you around. It's time to take charge!"
That last sentence sounded absolutely ridiculous once he thought about the bra & panties beneath his clothes. Every step he could feel the soft, silky fabric moving under his work clothes. The feeling made him more nervous, which made him pace more, which intensified the feeling.
But he stopped in his tracks when he felt yet another odd sensation. He barely noticed at first, with all the other distractions flowing through his head. His socks felt thinner, longer, tighter. He pulled up his pantleg to look.
The thin, white fabric stood out against his black shoes and slacks. It can't be, Steve thought. He knew he'd never wear white socks with black shoes. This had to be more weirdness. Glancing around to make sure his blinds were still closed and the door shut, Steve undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor.
Sure enough, the semi-sheer stockings encased his leg, stopping just above the knee and trimmed with intricate lace. Just like the ones he always wanted Kate to wear. How was this happening?
He thought about Kate. How pissed she'd been after their argument. She had to be behind this somehow. She was changing his outfit, bit by bit. And he knew every detail of it, having peeled it off of her piece-by-piece on countless occasions. So what was next? The blouse? The skirt? The shoes?
He pulled his pants back up and fished into his pocket for his cell phone, relieved it was still there. He'd call Kate, get to the bottom of this.
*RRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGG*
The bell echoed throughout the building, then stopped abruptly. What the hell was that? Steve thought. It wasn't the fire alarm, it sounded almost like... like a school bell.
Seconds later, his secretary Beth opened the door and strode inside. She looked at Steve.
"Please put your phone away and take a seat, Stevie. It's time to start your lesson."
Steve had Kate's number up on speed dial, but just as quickly slipped the phone back into his pocket when Beth told him to. Then he walked to the desk and sat down. It was time to start the lesson, after all.
"Sorry, Beth. What lesson?"
"Stevie, please. You will address me as Miss Cooper. Understood?"
"Yes Miss Cooper," Steve replied. He didn't want to. He wanted to tell her to get bent - but that could mean getting punished, and he certainly didn't want that. Right now his best bet was to pay attention.
"Good. Now, as for your lesson, you should know that today is a performance review day. Mr. Reynolds will be reviewing all of the employees in the department. We'll be going over proper comportment and naughtiness, to make sure you're prepared. You do want to please Mr. Reynolds, don't you Stevie?"
"Oh yes, of course Miss Cooper!" Steve said, with a little more excitement than he'd expected. He definitely wanted that promotion, he'd do anything to get it. But the thought of pleasing Mr. Reynolds sent a bit of a nice shiver up Steve's spine. Wait, had she said something about naughtiness?
