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|Posted on January 20, 2012 at 3:25 AM|
by E. A. Irwin
Mary swiped an anti-bacterial wipe over the desk lest her new cubical mate think her messy. The woman was due shortly and it was Mary’s responsibility, one she didn’t relish, to welcome new employees into the Lusterworld family.
She looked into the mirror, straightening her glasses to perfection, then ran her hand aimlessly through her mousy-colored hair, imagining it blonde and in a sexy style. She sighed. Even if she had blonde hair or a sexy style no one would notice her. She peeked from behind the gray flannel walls of her cubicle to inspect the ongoing office melee, gasping as the elevator’s chrome doors slid open announcing the woman’s arrival.
Out she walked—six-feet, six inches of gliding sex. Men and women stared as she sauntered. Blonde hair worshipped her face in waves, enhancing blue-gray eyes set in an intriguing angle atop cherub-like cheeks. Mary gawked at the voluptuous creation floating her way, instinctively gazing to her own small breasts as her arms wrapped around her in a protective cocoon.
The woman claimed the floor like a red carpet, her hips swaying to her own internal rhythm and didn’t care if anyone knew the tune. Her dress caressed legs that rose beyond half her height and then some with the addition of four-inch stilettos.
Mary stepped from the cubical, cleared her throat and extended her hand. “Hello, I’m Mary. Welcome to our family. It’s good to meet you—.”
The woman dwarfed Mary’s hand as she shook it. A throaty voice replied, “I’m Charlene, good to meet you, Mary. Looks like Lusterworld put me here in time. You do need a makeover.”
Mary’s mouth dropped open. “What?”
“Makeover. Just wait, in a few weeks you’re going to look hotter than me.”
Disbelief painted Mary’s face. “Why would I need a makeover?” She surreptitiously looked around. “Am I being punked? Who put you up to this?”
Charlene chuckled. “No, hon, you aren’t being punked. Consider me a gift from Lusterworld with a chance to advance. You have enough brains to run this place but all people see, if they manage to hone in on your invisibility, is a frump, not the charismatic woman I know is hidin’ inside.”
“I’m sure I’ve been insulted, by you and Lusterworld, since I was supposed to ensure you got settled properly. So, I’m not pretty like you,” Mary stared at Charlene’s breasts, “or have the necessary attributes some women possess. I do my job as well as any man and that should be enough.”
“That’s the point, you’re sprintin’ rings around the guys but they know what to wear to stand out and bullshit their way up Lusterworld’s ladder. I’m just gonna help you skip a few rungs so you end up on top.”
Mary sank into her chair in defeat. “I give up. I’m not a man and I obviously am not up to female standards. This is a losing battle. If, that’s a huge if, I let you help me we have to face the facts I don’t have what you have in the um, boob or anything else department. Plus, all the men would ridicule me for making myself into something I’m not and the women would be worse. Forget this. Sorry you had to come here under false pretenses.”
“Men are stupid. Besides, Lusterworld is creatin’ a new job overseas for you so no one will know what was happenin’ inside your caterpillar cocoon until you’re set free. Don’t worry darlin’ what you don’t already own we’ll buy.”
Charlene ran her hand over her body. “No one has to know they aren’t real.”
Mary nervously giggled. “Yours look very real. Could I really be as beautiful a woman as you are without anyone knowing I’d changed my appearance? I think I might like that.”
Charlene laughter deepened as she leaned into Mary’s ear. “I like it all darlin’, including being a woman. Now, don’t tell anyone my secret. I used to be a man.”
©E. A. Irwin