Being the Head of Personnel was a big job, especially for a firm as large and prestigious as Yothers and Mawnk. When Roger Hartford moved into the position four years prior, he had felt that it was a professional triumph, that he was finally in a position where he could make a real difference.
It turned out that it was more of a difference than he could have imagined.
Yothers and Mawnk was prestigious, sure, but it was also notorious. The women who worked for Yothers and Mawnk were of a certain type, as Roger had noted during his years in the company. Busty, flirty, older women who seemed to prefer being objectified by their male counterparts. MILFs, cougars, there were many nicknames for the female employees, not all respectful, but the women didn't let on if they minded. In fact, among its competitors, Yothers and Mawnk had the lowest turnover in staffing for both men and women. Whatever the Personnel Department had been doing was working.
Then Roger got his big promotion and he found out exactly what the Personnel Department had been doing.
Magic.
Serious, real, honest to Betsy magic.
The previous Head of Personnel, Bill Tibor, it turned out, had been a wizard. It also turned out that Bill had some very interesting ideas about women. Using his position as Head of Personnel, Bill had used the substantial magic at his disposal to impose his fetish on the entire company, normalizing it both for the men and the women. Now every woman looked and acted like a character from a mature woman porno, and every man went along with it.
Bill had happily retired with his wife, his girlfriend, and his personal assistant, all women he'd met at work, to a large beach house in Florida. During the transition period, Roger hadn't been taught processes, paperwork, or procedures. He had been taught sorcery. Books of magic. Artifacts. Spells. Talismans. All things Roger's MBA hadn't prepared him for, now were his life's work. Roger was responsible for making sure Yothers and Mawnk reflected Bill's tastes for as long as he held the position.
And he was good at it. In fact, he'd never gotten it wrong.
Until the day of the school tour.
He could feel the pull of the magic. It had begun. Two of the new hires had arrived and had begun their transformation. With a smile, Roger glanced up at the clock, making note of the time.
No.
It was too early.
The new hires shouldn't arrive for at least another two hours!
THE SCHOOL!!!
Roger jumped up from his desk, grabbed the nearest magic wand, and ran for the reception desk, desperate to stop whatever was happening, before it was too late...
