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desk, my entire body limp.  Mr. Teeko came almost as an afterthought, groaning silently.  He pulled out of me and then hid his cock back in his underpants.
    “Go clean yourself up and then get back to work,” he said.
    “Yes, Daddy.”
    He tossed my clothes into my face.  I awkwardly slipped on the blouse, making sure it was positioned to cover my nipples.  I did the same for my little pink panties and plaid skirt. 
    Then I had to make my first walk of shame, toddling across the room, out of the office.  I wasn’t sure where the office was, but a short walk down the hallway let me find it.  At first I was going to enter the men’s room, until I glanced down at my breasts to remember I was a lady now.
    With a dumb giggle, I skipped across the hallway to the ladies room.  There in the mirror was my new body, a sex kitten if there ever was one.  With the giant breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, blond hair, and tanned skin I looked like a Barbie doll—or porn star.  I had certainly acted like the latter.
    This thought prompted me to wilt onto the bathroom counter.  As I sobbed, I felt someone gently rub my back.  “It’s all right, young lady,” the alien woman said.  “You only did what was expected of you.”
    I looked up to see her behind me as in the diner’s bathroom.  I lurched out of her grip to spin around.  “You did this to me!”
    “Certainly.  Don’t you like it?”
    “You made me a whore.”  I put my hands to my face as I started to sob again.
    “A sexless bureaucrat doesn’t seem so bad now, does it?”
    “Why are you doing this to me?  You’ve already won.”
    “I’m doing my job.  All you have to do is stop resisting the change.  You can’t deny you enjoyed yourself—immensely.  You could stay this way if you just accept it.”
    “I don’t want to!” I bawled.
    “Very well then.  You can stay this way until you either accept it or change your mind.  Until then, let’s get you dolled up.”  She waved a hand over my face.  I turned to the mirror to see my cheeks turn red, my lips plump up before turning bright pink, my eyelashes getting longer, and my hair poofing up with bangs spreading across my forehead.  “There you go.  Now you’ll be ready for the next round.”
    “I hate you!” I whined, my voice even higher now.
    “Your feelings about me don’t matter.  It only matters how you feel about yourself.”
    I put my hands to breasts that seemed to have gotten even bigger.  I gave these enormous knockers a jiggle.  I was gorgeous, but I was a whore.  How could I ever live with that?
    “This isn’t over,” I squeaked and then strut out of the bathroom on my taller heels.
    Mr. Teeko waited for me at my desk.  “You cleaned up nice,” he said.
    I giggled dumbly and then patted my hair.  “Do you like it?”
    “You look like a go-go dancer.”
    “Is that good?”
    “It’s awesome.”  He yanked me into a kiss.  His hand found its way into my blouse to fondle my nipple again.  As my pussy throbbed, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had to take another “memo” in his office.
    ***
    To the outside observer—like the aliens—life as a bimbo secretary should be torture.  I never really felt that.  For one thing there was the sex.  Lots and lots of sex, in just about every position imaginable.  Some of them were not all that comfortable, but at the end I always came.  Mr. Teeko was not the nicest man, but with that massive cock, he could always get the job done.
    Another reason to enjoy my new life:  Mr. Teeko spoiled me like a princess.  As payment for my “services,” he would let me use the company car and unlimited credit card.  I quickly learned the joy a woman feels to go on a shopping spree.  And without having to worry about paying back the balance, I could afford to go to the best stores, the sort where one dress might cost ten thousand dollars.
    My home was a trendy loft with nearly as much square footage as the house