Office - Corporate Restructuring

“Danny! So good to finally meet you!” Mia said, walking across her office to shake the young man’s hand. Danny shook it with as much bravery as he could muster. “I really hope you enjoy working here. This is going to be a fantastic learning opportunity for you, I just know it!”, the manager said, gesturing to the plush office chair opposite her desk.

“Thanks, Miss”, Danny said, trying to maintain eye contact with her as he sat down. The men in his own office had forewarned him before the transfer. Mia’s office policies and work ethic had fast made her the face of their company, but rumours had spread. Some of Danny’s colleagues had said that she was actually a complete terror to work under, but Danny was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, most of the rumours seemed to originate from men jealous of her success.

“Oh please, no need for that! Just call me Mia”, she said, smiling gently at him. “So, as I understand it, you’re going to be shadowing my work this week, is that correct?”

“Yes, that’s right Mia”, Danny said, trying to eliminate the embarrassing formality from his speech. He hadn’t expected her to be this relaxed, dressed comfortably in a blue silk dress opposite him.

“You might find that in this branch we have a very different office culture to what you’re used to”, she said, gesturing out of her office through the windows. Danny turned his head, and he could see his new colleagues working cheerfully and chatting, while still being hard at work. “Strangely, we’ve attracted a different demographic that the board is keen to see replicated across other branches”.

“That’s what I’m supposed to be working on, apparently”, Danny said. “That is, if you’re okay with that?”

“Of course!” Mia said, flashing her employee that brilliant smile once again, putting the man at ease. “Though for your first day I think it’ll be best to just shadow me. It’ll let you get a better grasp of the office from the top down.”

“Perfect!” Danny said with enthusiasm. He wasn’t usually one to be so committed to his work, but something about the woman encouraged him.

“You’ve only recently left college, right?” Mia asked him.

“Yeah! This is my first internship”, Danny replied.

“Great! I’m sure you’ll soon fit in around here, the office is a really welcoming place!” Mia said, checking the delicate golden watch on her pale wrist. “I’d love to chat all day, but we’ve got work to do. I’ve got a meeting with some potential investors, and I’d like you to take minutes”. Mia stood up from her desk, Danny doing the same. He stood aside as she led him out of her office and into the main workspace. Despite being far more physically imposing than her, Danny instinctively felt the authority radiating out of the woman. He wasn’t scared of her but found that he had quickly developed a great sense of respect for her. As the two of them walked, he could tell that others working here felt the same. There was a chorus of polite greetings and waves as they made their way to the meeting room. Inside, there already sat several men, managing to look stuffy in their suits despite the airiness of the space.

“Good morning, gentlemen!” Mia said, her small voice quickly and politely silencing any errant murmuring. “Thank you all for meeting with me today. I know how busy you all are, so I’ll aim to keep this meeting brief”, she said, taking her seat. “Oh, and let me introduce my colleague Danny, they’ll be taking the minutes”. Danny politely nodded to the men, their faces showing little emotion save from boredom. How Mia could work with external companies staffed by men like this, Danny could only imagine. He opened up his laptop, sitting next to Mia, and slowly began to type.

Danny had taken minutes before. As an intern, it was often down to him. Initially, as he typed, his fingers felt large and clumsy on the keyboard. Several times he had to try and remember a point that was just said and make sure he had written it down accurately. Much of what was said sounded like it was far above his paygrade, but he was glad to be privy to it, even if he didn’t understand it. Slowly, Danny found that he was able to get into the rhythm of minute taking. He stopped listening directly to the conversation and forming his own opinion on it, instead processing Mia’s impassioned speeches and the men’s tired replies solely through their words, gradually transcribing it onto his laptop. Where once his fingers had felt unwieldy, now he was typing with ease. Gradually, Danny’s fingers were lengthening, becoming longer and thinner. He found himself stretching across the keyboard less, instead typing with a speed and accuracy that he had never thought himself capable of. As the meeting rounded to a close, a new sound filled the air, cutting through the quiet talk of the investors. Danny’s nails had grown longer, becoming polished and manicured. Gone were his messy cuticles and bitten nails. They clacked rhythmically on the keyboard as he worked.

Mia slowly shook hands with the investors as they filed out of the room, their faces now smiling. It seemed that it wasn’t just Danny that she was having an effect on. He could see now why she had become so popular with the board.

“How did you find that?” she asked as the meeting room’s door closed softly behind her.

“It wasn’t too bad”, Danny said. “I think I’ve recorded it all accurately. Do you want me to send it to you once we’re back in the office?”

“That’s great! Thank you, Danny”, Mia said. “You’ve got a really impressive typing speed! I’ll have to keep you around!”

Danny laughed, looking down at his fingers. A part of him hoped that Mia wasn’t joking. This office already seemed more relaxed than his old one, without the ‘banter’ and lewd jokes that had grown tiresome. Looking at his nails, something seemed odd to him for a moment.

“Have you always had nails like that?” Mia asked, moving closer. “They’re so pretty!”

Danny looked at his nails again. He was certain that something was off with them, but he couldn’t place it.

“Yeah! I try to keep them tidy!” he said with a smile, putting the thought aside.

“Well, they really suit you!” Mia said. “Oh, don’t worry about coming back to the office just yet”, she said, taking his laptop from him and handing the man a small red debit card. “Would you like a coffee? That meeting went well, but I was worried I was about to fall asleep for some moments there!” she said, smiling. Danny was certain that she was joking. He couldn’t imagine her falling asleep during such an important meeting, especially one that looked successful.

“Sure!” Danny said, taking the company card.

“Great! There’s a fantastic little coffee shop just across the road. Would you be able to grab me a latte with oat milk? Feel free to get something for yourself, too!”

“Thanks Mia!” he said.

“Don’t worry about it! I’ll see you back in my office in a bit”, she said, heading back. Danny ran his glossy nails over the embossed card, listening to the satisfying sound. He headed back through the office and downstairs, into the bustle of the street. He quickly spotted the coffee shop across the road, decorated tastefully with dark wood furnishings.

“How can I help?” the young barista said as Danny stared up at the menu, gentle jazz music reaching his ears.

“One latte please. With oat milk”, he said, having tried his best to remember Mia’s order.

“Anything else?” The barista asked. Danny could feel the line of people waiting to order behind him. He found himself overanalysing the situation. Should he order the cheapest thing he could to show Mia that he cared about efficiency? Or would she think that he was trying too hard?

“Make that two lattes, actually”, he said eventually. He doubted Mia had the time to analyse his coffee order to work out his career potential.

“What’s the name?” the barista asked.

“Danny”, he quickly said, tapping his card and moving away from the counter. He took a moment to think about how his day had gone so far. Mia was far nicer than expected, the other office had led him to believe that he would be working with some mad authoritarian. Soon, the two drinks were placed on the counter and Danny grabbed them. As he left the shop, he realised that the barista had spelled his name wrong, writing it as the feminine ‘Danni’. He didn’t look like a Danni, did he? Navigating back across the street and into the office, he tried to put the thought aside. The barista was clearly under a lot of pressure, and it wasn’t like the name mattered. He still had both coffees. As he climbed the last step to Mia’s office, his absent mind made Danny trip. In a desperate moment, he tried to do what he could to salvage the coffee as he was falling. He managed to drop one upright on the stairs, but the other tumbled, spilling hot coffee down his white shirt. Cursing, and hoping that no one else in the office saw it, Danny got back to his feet. He was relieved to see that Mia’s coffee, with ‘Oat’ written across the side, was still fine. Grabbing what was left of his own drink and taking hers, he headed back to her office, already preparing his excuses for his ruined shirt.

“Danny, are you okay?” Mia said, coming over to him.

“It’s just coffee – I tripped on the stairs on the way up, it’s fine honestly-“ he said, his mouth running away from him. Mia quickly took the cups and placed them on her large desk.

“You didn’t burn yourself?” she asked, genuine concern in her voice.

“No, I’m fine”, Danny said. “Except my shirt. I can go home and change if you want”, he said. He was keen to make a good impression on Mia and her colleagues and walking around all day with dark brown stains across his front wasn’t doing him any favours.

“Don’t worry about it! I’ve got a spare shirt if you don’t mind wearing it?” Mia said, rummaging around in a drawer beneath her desk. Soon, she placed a soft pink shirt, neatly folded, onto the tabletop.

“Are you sure?” Danny asked. He wasn’t entirely happy with having to wear a women’s shirt for the whole day, but if it saved him embarrassing himself further, he could put up with it.

“Of course! I’ll get out of the office for a second so you can change!” she said, gently resting a hand on his shoulder as she passed him. Finding himself surprisingly relieved, Danny took off his stained white shirt, stuffing it into his work bag. Picking up Mia’s pink shirt, he could immediately tell the fabric was softer than he was used to. He unfolded it and slipped his arms in, feeling the soft fabric against his skin. Despite Mia being far smaller than him, it fit him surprisingly well, though a little tight across his shoulders and chest. Danny fumbled with the buttons on the opposite side of what he was used to, but eventually he was able to tuck in the shirt. Danny hadn’t expected the colour to suit him, and he struggled to think of anything pink in his wardrobe. But he had to admit, it was growing on him. Perhaps it was time for a change of style?

“Looking good!” Mia said, coming through the door after a polite knock.

“Thanks”, Danny said sheepishly. He wasn’t used to receiving genuine compliments, and he couldn’t believe that Mia would be sarcastic with him. She took a sip of her coffee.

“Now that we’re both sorted, would you be able to do me a favour? There’s a file I need – it’s an old paper copy of some accounts before the new board took over. It should be in the old storeroom across the office. Would you be able to get it for me?” Mia asked.

“Of course!” Danny said, heading out and into the main office. With each step, slowly Danny was shrinking. The distance across the room seemed larger than it was when he had first walked across it that morning. He rolled his shoulders and they readjusted, the shirt now fitting him far more comfortably. A few helpful women pointed him in the right direction, and soon Danny found the room he needed. Opening the door, he spotted the folder, clearly labelled but on a high shelf. He tried reaching up to grab it but found that he couldn’t reach. He was certain that he should have been able to reach it, but his longer fingers were still several inches away from it. Danny looked around the room for a step ladder or a stool, but there was nothing there, save for rows upon rows of identical looking folders. Resigned, he headed back to Mia.

“Is there a ladder or something I could borrow real quick? The folder is up really high”, he asked, coming back into the office. Mia smiled at him.

“I don’t think we’ve got that, but how about another solution?” She reached down underneath her desk and pulled out a shoebox. Taking the lid off, she held up a pair of beige three-inch heels. “I had these delivered to the office this morning, but you’re welcome to try them on. Do you think they’d help?”

“I’m not sure”, Danny said, his voice losing confidence.

“What’s the matter? Are you afraid of wearing some heels?” Mia said, mouth curling in a smile. Annoyingly for Danny, she was right. The additional height from them would be just enough for him to reach the folder.

“No, I’ll give them a go”, he said, taking the shoes. He slipped off his socks, his feet fitting perfectly into the shoes.

“That’s a happy accident! I had no idea we were the same size!” Mia said, watching as the man stood uncomfortably balancing.

“Neither did I”, Danny said, looking down at his feet. A part of him was surprised at this too, but new memories came back to him of always having the same sized feet. He took a few intrepid steps around the office. He had never walked in heels before, but how hard could it be? He headed back out across the office, heading back towards the room. Though he was desperate to take the shoes off, with each step he found them easier to walk in. When he got back to the room, he grabbed the folder with ease, tucking it under one arm.

“Oh wow, I love your shoes!” came a woman’s voice next to him. She was dressed in a smart turtleneck, eyes fixed on his heels.

“Really?” Danny asked.

“Yeah! They really suit you!”

“Oh, well they’re Mia’s originally, I’m just borrowing them”, he said, trying to find an excuse. The woman smiled at him.

“That explains it – Mia’s always got really great taste in shoes!”, the woman said, looking back at him. “It’s Danny, right? You’re the new intern?”

“That it, yeah. I’m working with Mia this week”, he said.

“Great to meet you, Danny! I’m Josephine, I work in accounts!” she said, shaking his hand. “Anyway, I’ll let you go, I’ve got a lot to do! Have a good day, Danny!” she said, sitting back at her desk. Danny walked back up towards Mia’s office with a newfound confidence. Whereas on the walk to the storeroom he felt embarrassed by the shoes, now on the way back he was standing straighter, prouder. Looking down at his small feet nestled in the professional heels, he had to agree with Josephine, they really did suit him.

“Thanks, Danny!” Mia said as he handed her the folder.

“Mia, I’ve got a weird question to ask”, he said. Mia looked up from her computer.

“What is it?” she said warmly.

“Where did you get these shoes from? I’ve never worn heels like them before but I’m weirdly enjoying it!” he said genuinely, barely able to believe what he was saying. He had heard of women complaining about walking in heels all the time, but he had never considered the confidence boost that came with walking in them.

“Why don’t you keep that pair?” Mia asked.

“Are you sure?” Danny responded.

“Of course! Consider it a gift from me to you!”, Mia said with a grin. “I like my colleagues to be confident in their workplace, and if those shoes help you do that, then great!” she said. Mia checked her watch again. “Do you want to come get some lunch? My treat!”

“Sure! Where do you want to go?” Danny asked.

“There’s a really great place just down the road. They do salads, some really great wraps. Would that be okay?”

“Yeah! I’ve been trying to eat more healthily, so that sounds perfect”, Danny said as Mia led him out of the room. As the two of them walked back on the street, Danny still surprisingly steady in his heels, he thought over what he had just said to Mia. He wasn’t trying to eat healthier, was he? But when he said it, he definitely knew he meant it. Perhaps it was time to start taking better care of his body?

“I’ll just have the caesar salad as well”, he said as the two of them sat down. Mia tucked her dark hair behind an ear as the two waited for their food.

“I’ve got to say, Danny, you’re really taking to the role well. I mean it!” she said. Danny soon returned her smile.

“Thanks, Mia. I guess I’ve never felt welcomed in an office like this before. Everyone has been really wonderful!” Danny found it surprisingly easy to talk to Mia. Their conversation flowed naturally, the two discussing hobbies, their interests outside of work. As their salads arrived, he could tell that Mia was far more than just a boss to many of the women in the office, she was more of a friend.

Biting into a forkful of the salad, Danny savoured the taste. He had had salads before, but this tasted magnificent. With each mouthful, he was feeling healthier by the second. As he chewed, Danny’s waist was slowly thinning. The slight gut that had built up since college was gone. The weight fell off of his body, leaving him thin and petite.

“Oh, you’ve got to try this dressing”, Mia said, grabbing a bottle from the table and drizzling it lazily over her lunch. “It’s absolutely to die for!”

She handed the bottle to Danny who did the same, and as usual, Mia was right. Obviously, the salad was healthier without the dressing, but the small indulgence was worth it. As he enjoyed the dressing, small reserves of fat built in his body. He rose off the seat a little as his rear filled out. From his chest, a pair of small, budding breasts were forming, two tiny mounds emerging from behind his nipples. Danny paid the change no mind, enjoying his salad. The two finished their meal and paid, and began to make their way back to work.

On the way back to the office, Danny felt drawn to one of the shops they passed. He must have walked past it many times already in his life, but there was something in the window he couldn’t take his eyes off of. On the mannequin was a smart black pencil skirt.

“What are you thinking?” Mia asked as she brushed his hand.

“I’m not sure”, Danny said. “I want that skirt. I know it sound silly, and I’ve never worn a skirt before, but I want it.” Mia took a step back from her colleague, looking at the ankle that now flashed from his longer, thinner legs.

“I think it would really suit you!” she said. “You’ve got great legs – why not show them off in the office a little?” Danny found himself rolling up his hem, to reveal a pair of perfectly smooth legs, as if the soft hairs had been carefully shaved away. He rubbed the back of his soft hand across his skin.

“You’re right, Mia. Do you mind if I go try it on?”

“Not at all!”, she said, smiling.

After a few minutes, Danny was walking out of the shop, already wearing the skirt. It clung tight across his pert behind and finished just above his knees.

“Wow, Danny! You look fantastic!” Mia said. Danny blushed, a flush of red coming to his cheeks.

“Thanks, Mia! You’ve really got an eye for fashion”, Danny said. He had never cared for fashion before, but now he found himself analysing the outfits of everyone who walked past them on the street. None could compare to Mia, her yellow blazer matching perfectly with her blue dress.

“I’ll tell you what – as it’s your first day, why don’t we take it easy for the rest of it? There’s a spa nearby, we can spend the afternoon there. I know the owners; it’ll be my treat!”

“Are you sure? Don’t you want me to get on with some work?”

“We can do that tomorrow! Come on, you’ve been great so far, I want to reward you!” Mia said, looping her arms through Danny’s. Mia led him down the street, the two chatting and giggling like old friends. Their heels clacked along the pavement until Mia brought them to a stop inside a fancy looking spa set back from the hubbub of the street. Two miniature waterfalls tumbled down either side of the receptionist’s desk, and a pretty young woman began to speak.

“Hi Mia! Good to see you again. How can we help?”

“This is Danny, they’re a new employee. I’d like for them to have the full treatment, on me.”

“Are you sure, Mia?” Danny asked. Mia’s hand touched at the small of his back.

“Of course! Don’t worry about it. You’ll enjoy this, I’m sure! I’ll be there with you.”

“Great! If you two would like to follow me”, the receptionist said, leading the pair down a hallway. “These are the changing rooms. If you could change into just a towel and head into the room down the corridor.”

“What about our stuff?” Danny asked.

“Don’t worry about it – we’ll keep everything safe”, the receptionist said with a smile. “Once you’re ready, head into the room and one of our experts will give you the full treatment”, she said, heading back to her desk.

“I’m going to get changed and go straight in”, Mia said, ducking into one of the changing rooms. “I’ll see you in there!”

Danny took off his clothes, hanging them neatly on the provided hangers. He couldn’t imagine his old boss ever treating him like this. He looked at himself nude in the mirror, almost certain that there was something he was missing. He brushed the thought away – he was probably just tired, that’s all. A relaxing session at this spa would sort him right out. As he wrapped the towel around his waist, he got the sense that his chest felt strangely exposed. Wrapping his thin arms across himself, he walked down the hallway and into the next room.

Mia was already face down on a massage bed, a masseuse working at her exposed back. Danny took a place next to her, and another masseuse walked in.

“You’re Danny, right? You’re here for the full treatment?” the young woman asked.

“That’s right”, he said.

“Great! Sit back and relax for me, you’ve got nothing to worry about”, the woman said. She grabbed a hot towel as Danny leant back. She placed it softly over his eyes. “I’m just going to give your face a quick massage, then we can work on the rest of your body.”

Slowly, the woman began her work. Painlessly, her fingers sculpted and massaged Danny’s face. His broad jawline was carefully shifted upwards in the woman’s hands, leaving him with high cheek bones. Danny found himself shockingly relaxed. He had never had a massage before, but he knew he’d be coming back if they were all like this. As the woman rubbed at his nose, pressing it into a cute button, he felt the stress of work float away from him.

“I’m just going to do an exfoliating scrub, just try and relax”, the woman said to Danny. Her voice was smooth, putting him at ease. He was almost in a trance, feeling completely at peace within the spa. The woman soon was dusting at his face and tweezing at his eyebrows, even applying a thin layer of lipstick across his now puffier lips. Danny had the face of a beautiful young woman, content and confident as he kept his eyes shut.

“I’m going to put some product in your hair, Danny”, the woman continued, rubbing a tingling white paste between her palms before working it deep into Danny’s scalp. Slowly, Danny’s short brown hair grew shinier, sprouting fresh, healthy locks that tumbled down off of the chair. The feeling was blissful, his mind drifting off and away from the struggles and stress of his job. The woman stood back to admire her work, casting a glance over at the Mia, the other woman enjoying her own treatment.

“Now’s time for your full body massage. It’s best if you keep your eyes closed for this, just relax for me”, came the woman’s soothing voice once more. Her hands worked across his body, squeezing and sculpting his form into its final shape: that of a young, fairly athletic woman. His neck was thinned, his shoulders shrinking even further. When the woman reached his small breasts, she massaged at the fatty deposits, which soon grew into a pair of perky breasts, the nipples raised. Working down Danny’s body, she massaged his waist, watching in interest as the man’s hips grew wider. She did a final pass over his legs, making sure they were as slim and delicate as he deserved. She rubbed at what little body hair he had remaining, scrubbing it away with a rough stone that left the skin soft and unblemished. Finally, she went to his manhood.

“Stay relaxed, Danny”, she said. Mia had finished her massage and had turned over to watch the final stage with interest. With the same white paste on her fingertips, she began to touch his shrunken shaft. Danny was so deep in a state of relaxation that he was barely paying attention, just dimly aware of the woman’s touch on some part of his body, nothing more. He felt that he was floating, far removed from the spa, from work, from all of it. The woman worked at his crotch, knowing that deep within, female reproductive organs were blossoming, ready for use. Danny’s penis, now no more than a nub, slipped up inside of him, soon followed by his testes, themselves painlessly popping into a pair of ovaries. A vagina had formed, and the woman stood back from her work, satisfied. Her client began to stir.

“That felt so good!”, Danni said, her voice high and feminine. She opened her eyes, stretching out her long, slender limbs.

“You sounded like you enjoyed that!” Mia said, sitting up and taking a robe from an attendant. “I think you almost drifted off there!” Danni giggled to herself, taking her own robe. “Go get changed, I’ll meet you out in the lobby!” Mia said.

Inside the changing room, Danni looked at the neatly folded pile of her clothes. On top of the skirt and shirt she loved, was a red silk bra and panties, edged with lace. Danni picked up the bra, examining it closely. It felt unfamiliar, as if it was brand new. She slipped the straps over her shoulders, and the feeling subsided. She easily did the buckle up on her back, and slid the panties up her legs, covering her womanhood in soft silk. She looked in the mirror, looking at her youthful, beautiful body with renewed eyes. She hadn’t felt this good in years! She made a mental promise to herself to come back to the spa again. She did up the buttons on her pink shirt unthinkingly, tucking the garment into her skirt. For the first time, Danni noticed the black jacket that was hanging in the corner – the perfect complement to the skirt. Sliding in her arms, she slipped her feet into her high heels and stole another look at herself in the mirror. She was the model of the young, professional woman, and she wasn’t going to let this internship go to waste.

“Danni! You’re looking fantastic!” Mia said, giving the other woman a gentle hug as she came back to the lobby.

“Thanks Mia – this has been a great first day!” Danni said with a beaming smile.

“I’m so glad! Here – let’s walk and talk, I’ve got a proposition for you”, Mia said, heading back outside with a wave to the receptionist. The two professionals walked in unison, Danni’s long hair picking up a soft breeze as it tumbled down her back behind her.

“I know it’s your first day in my office, but I really think you’re a good fit for the company”, Mia said.

“Thank you so much, Mia!” Danni said.

“I was wondering if you’d like to work here full time? I’d hate to judge, but I think you’ve found it far more exciting than your old office, am I right?” Danni smiled at Mia’s request. She didn’t need to spend long considering it – the former office felt like a distant memory, and she knew she was better suited to working with Mia.

“That would be an absolute dream, Mia, thank you!” Danni said. “Would this just be for the rest of the internship?”

“I thought I could take you on as my personal assistant”, Mia said. “Maybe you could manage recruitment from now on? I’m sure there are lots of potential candidates you’d be able to help me select?”

“Absolutely!” Danni said, shaking her hand. She had never expected her first day with Mia to be so successful, and she couldn’t wait to continue working with her.

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