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Holy shit! What the fuck is even going on? Am I really standing at the bus stop right now, dressed like… like Kimberly from accounting?! In a pink top that’s about to burst over my tits, and in this ridiculous mini skirt, where any wrong move and bam — panties on display. Though, why am I even surprised? I’ve spent the whole day like this. Like a boss above her boss, I made sure to send her on vacation beforehand, saying… no, ordering her to go, while I told everyone I was going on a business trip. And that same evening, I was already pacing the room of a motel near the office, holding the Zulu Medallion in one hand and staring at Kim’s glove, the one I swiped from her jacket pocket three months ago, in the fall to be exact.
And then, the next day, “Kim” was back. I explained it to myself as wanting to see the company from the inside, to watch how the employees behaved without their boss around, and so on. But in reality, what turned me on like crazy was the thought of a man suddenly becoming a defenseless girl.
And yeah, I thought it would all be calmer. Exciting, but calmer. But hell no. Walking into the building, I realized I hadn’t been this nervous, this aroused, since my very first time with my very first girlfriend — my heart was pounding in my chest, my palms sweating for no reason. Entering the office, I started yelling, waving my arms around, pretending to be pissed about being dragged out of vacation, while at the same time thinking that the real Kim would never wear what I was wearing then. Which made me feel horribly awkward, ashamed, and at the same time I wanted that feeling to grow even stronger…
I barely made it to the end of the day, the medallion should’ve been “recharged” already — it had been 11 hours since my morning transformation. I needed to get back to the hotel room — my clothes were there, and of course I had the medallion with me. But on the way, I ran into Evan, or whatever his name was, I never remembered it. Turns out this dude was Kim’s lover. Well, used to be. She dumped him a week ago, but now he decided that since “Kim” showed up at the office dressed like this, it had to be for him.
I didn’t even have time to process what was happening before he was already standing right in front of me — tall, confident, smelling of expensive cologne, and staring straight into my eyes. His smirk… so smug, like the whole world belonged to him...