Secretary's revenge - Part 1-3

Hi!

Decided to continue one of my old stories. This is exactly the case when, after readers asked, I threw it into the “possible continuations” folder and finally got around to it =D

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Part 1

- What ... what did you do to me ?! What the hell is happening here !?

Jake said in a new gentle female voice. He tried to get up and stand, but it turned out to be difficult for him and he almost fell due to the fact that suddenly instead of his boots, he was now wearing high-heeled shoes. He had not yet had time to realize anything, but he knew for sure that something had happened to him after his former secretary pointed some strange device at him and pressed the button with a smile.

“God, Jake, you're so cute now, I just can't believe it worked!

Jake stared at Susan in horror while trying to figure out what had happened. He had just been in his chair of the chief director of the company in his expensive business suit, and suddenly everything changed. He felt long hair touch his face and saw his new small hands and fingers with a woman's manicure, which he rested on the table. His ass was covered with a small miniskirt and he felt the pressure of the bra on his shoulders and how he uncomfortably presses his new chest under these office clothes

- Change me back! Give this thing back!

He tried to take a step towards Susan, but walking in heels turned out to be much more difficult for him, moreover, the new center of gravity was unfamiliar to him and Susan just quickly got up and ran to the exit

- This is my little revenge on you Jake, or rather Jacqueline. I want you to understand what it is like to be in my place!

- Stop! Susan! Stop!

But the door closed and Jake realized with horror that he had no time to do anything. He ran out of his office and saw that Susan was no longer there. But there were all the other employees who looked at him in surprise and Jake did not even know what to answer them. His heart was pounding and he had to collect his thoughts

- Jacqueline, are you all right? (a man's voice was heard nearby)

Jake turned his head towards the voice and saw a stranger he had never seen before.

- This is a woman! She is! She did something to me!

- Jacqueline, calm down, there was no woman here. You were alone in my office. Have you prepared the papers?

- What? In your office ?! Who are you!? This is my office and I .. I ..

- Yes, you can hardly stand on your feet, let's go inside and talk

The man took Jake's hand and led him back into the office, while Jake walked balancing on his heels in strange thoughts.

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Susan's device, which she stole from her new boyfriend's lab, was an experimental reality-correcting device that scientists were developing. She didn't even know how this thing worked, but as soon as she understood the approximate principle, she immediately decided that she would take revenge on her former boss who used her as a sex toy and then fired her. The device was intuitive and she adjusted the settings so that Jake was now the female secretary in his own firm, and his secretary became the new CEO, who thought she had always been. Jake got her life and a new body. Susan planned to watch Jake's torment for a bit and then return everything back, but of course the secret services quickly found out that she had stolen the device and almost immediately after she was at Jake's they took it from her.

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Part 2

An hour after all that madness had happened, Jacqueline was sitting at a small desk by the entrance to the reception — the very same desk where her former secretary Michelle Stevenson had been sitting just that morning. Now, on the nameplate next to the door to the large office, it said:

Michael Harris – Chief Executive Officer.

Jacqueline froze, staring at those letters as if all her humiliation was locked inside them. Michael’s voice was still ringing in her head, sounding far too confident, strict, and absolutely calm. He spoke as if he had always been the CEO, and she, Jacqueline, was his secretary.

The bra pressed tightly under her breasts, the straps of the lingerie dug into her shoulders, and the skirt’s fabric clung to her nylon-covered legs.

— This is bullshit... — she shifted her gaze back to the open Facebook page.

On the screen glowed a profile with a neat feminine photo: Jacqueline Stevenson. In the latest uploaded picture, a young woman, looking at Jacqueline from the mirror in the very same gray suit that now hugged her body tightly, gazed into the camera with a slight smile. Below it was written: “Accepting congratulations on my new job with the big boss!” Followers, comments, summer photos in bikinis, captions like “my best friends,” group shots with coworkers — it all felt far too real.

— Jacqueline? — a blonde around thirty in a bright red dress walked up to her. — Why are you so nervous today? Brought the wrong coffee again?

Jacqueline flinched, her fingers twitching on the mouse.

— I... uh... — Jacqueline stammered. She recognized her. Lisa, HR manager. Just this morning she had been giving reports to him, Jake, about staff turnover. And now she was looking at her like a subordinate, with a slight touch of superiority. — I... Jacqueline?

Lisa raised her brow and smirked as if she’d just heard something obvious. She crossed her arms over her chest, her scarlet dress hugging her figure, and her gaze carried that same condescending tone usually reserved for juniors at work.

— Who else? You’re freaking me out. Look, if you’re trying to play dumb, bad idea. Michael can’t stand it when his secretary acts weird.

— Michael... — Jacqueline barely breathed out, her heart pounding again as if she’d just escaped a battlefield, and she whispered so quietly Lisa wouldn’t hear — This is nonsense...

— Yes, Michael, — Lisa repeated with a faint smirk, clearly enjoying herself. — Your boss. He said he’s got a meeting in twenty minutes, so get the papers and coffee ready on his desk. And why am I even the one passing this along.

With that, she turned sharply, huffing in annoyance, and the heels of her shoes clicked against the reception tiles.

Jacqueline stayed seated, her fingers still mechanically gripping the mouse even though nothing was changing on the screen. In the monitor’s reflection she once again saw that same face — feminine, well-groomed, with even makeup and long chestnut hair that now partly fell into her eyes. That exact expression — irritated, brows furrowed and lips pressed tight — seemed to mirror her entire state of mind.

Calm down. You need to stay calm. Think. If I start yelling and proving that I’m Jake Harris, the former CEO of this company, they’ll just think I’m insane. Nobody even blinked. For everyone else, I’m Jacqueline Stevens, a secretary in a tight skirt and a bra squeezing my tits so hard I can barely breathe.

She shifted her shoulders automatically, but that only made the bra straps cut tighter into her skin.

— Jacqueline, — a new voice sounded, velvet but firm.

She jerked her head around. A man of about forty-five stood in the reception, tall, with gray at his temples and an expensive suit. His smile was the kind Jake himself used to greet clients with.

— Steven… — slipped out instead of “Mr. Rogers,” the way Michelle, and now Jacqueline in her place, would usually address visitors. But the name left her lips on its own. She recognized him. One of the investors she had been negotiating a deal with just this morning. Only now he was looking at her condescendingly, like at a pretty secretary.

— Well, well, — he smirked, stepping closer. His eyes slid down her gray suit, lingering on her breasts, where the blouse fabric stretched slightly under the pressure of her new bust. — Haven’t we gotten quite close already, Jacqueline?

She felt the heat rush to her cheeks. His stare seemed to burn right through her, and every inch of fabric across her tits suddenly felt so sharp, as if the blouse had vanished completely.

— Uh… we… — Jacqueline swallowed, forcing her voice to stay steady. — Mr. Rogers, I shouldn’t have called you that, — she muttered, averting her eyes and nervously tugging at the edge of her blouse, which only seemed to make her breasts stand out even more.

— Oh, come on, — Steven chuckled, resting his hand on her desk, leaning close enough for her to catch the scent of his expensive cologne. — I like it when beautiful women call me by my name. You look… much more attractive now.

— Oooh! Steven! Good to see you! — said Michael, instantly throwing Jacqueline a crooked look, — Why didn’t you take him straight to me, Jacqueline?

He stressed her name, as if deliberately hammering in her “place.”

— I… — Jacqueline faltered, the cold spreading through her chest. Just this morning she had been the one managing this investor’s schedule, and now she stood under that look like a schoolgirl caught making a mistake. — Sorry, I didn’t know that…

— You didn’t know? — Michael narrowed his eyes coldly. His voice was firm, but there was something new in it — that same superiority Jake himself had used when speaking to subordinates just this morning. — Jacqueline, your job is simple: keep an eye on the reception and greet the guests. I’m not asking the impossible.

She wanted to explode, to scream: “Who the hell do you think you are, fucking Michael! This is MY office, my company!” but her tongue felt glued to the roof of her mouth. Instead, she only nodded, avoiding his eyes.

— Sorry, — she forced out in a thin voice.

— Oh, come on, buddy, she’s a cutie, — Steven said easily, still resting his hand on the desk and blatantly letting his gaze slide down to Jacqueline’s breasts, rising heavily under the tight blouse. — More than a cutie, actually. I see you’ve got a talent for picking your staff.

Steven’s smile was too satisfied, too snake-like. Jacqueline felt her cheeks burn hot, and she jerked at the edge of her blazer as if hoping to cover herself. But the fabric only stretched tighter across her boobs, outlining their shape even more.

— Steven, — Michael smirked, a trace of arrogance in his voice, — glad you noticed. But don’t forget, she’s just my secretary. She has other duties.

“Just my secretary.”

The words stabbed into Jacqueline’s head like icy needles. She — Jake Harris, who just this morning had held this man by the throat with the terms of a deal — now stood with lowered eyes, blushing because she was being looked at like some pretty decoration.

— Yeah, yeah, of course, — Steven snorted, but stepped back reluctantly. — Let’s go.

— Coffee or tea? — Michael asked in a friendly tone.

— Coffee, — Steven answered without even looking at him. His eyes kept following Jacqueline, and that stare made her want to disappear.

— Jacqueline, — Michael’s voice rang out sharp, like glass breaking, — Two coffees. And make it quick.

She nodded faintly and stepped back. Her heels clicked uncertainly on the floor again, and she had to grab the edge of the desk to keep from losing her balance. The movement made her breasts ache as they bounced in the bra, while the skirt stretched tight across her hips. Michael’s office doors slammed shut, leaving her alone.

— Shit... — she whispered under her breath, turning toward the coffee machine, — I can’t just let this go…

Part 3

Jacqueline’s house turned out to be quite cozy, though far from the kind of luxury Jake was used to.

As soon as she walked in, she was met with a neat little two-bedroom apartment in the suburbs: light-colored walls, cheap IKEA furniture, and a couple of framed photos on the shelf. On one of them, a smiling girl in a blue strap dress was hugging some guy who was much taller than her.

— God… — she whispered the moment she stepped inside. She quickly slipped off her heels and tossed them into the corner. Her feet felt like they were on fire. Going barefoot helped, but the sensation of stockings against her skin didn’t go away. — I don’t even want to know who that is.

The road here had been pretty tough, considering she had no idea where Michelle lived — which now meant where she lived. Luckily, the address marked as “Home” in her phone’s maps saved her. The navigator showed her the way, the keys in her purse fit perfectly, and even the neighbor in the hallway smiled and called out:

— Hey, Jacqueline! Working late again?

Jacqueline only nodded, feeling her heart sink into her stomach. Everything around her seemed to conspire to convince her that she had never been Jake Harris.

She dropped into the black leather armchair, tugging off her stockings. After a while, her phone buzzed in her purse, and the screen lit up: “Big Boss.”

Her heart sank again.

Almost automatically, she unlocked the screen and read:

“Jacqueline, be at the office tomorrow by nine. Prepare the papers for the meeting with the Asians. And don’t forget to wear something more… presentable. You know what I mean.”

— Bastard… — she hissed through her teeth, squeezing the phone. — That was my deal to run!

Jacqueline let the phone fall onto her lap and dragged her hand down her face with force. The tight gray dress pulled across her breasts, making her feel every awkward movement. She took a deep breath and stared at the phone screen again. The thought stuck in her head like a splinter: if Susan had the device, then she had to know how to fix everything.

— I need to find her… — Jacqueline muttered, leaning back in the chair. From the photo on the shelf near the TV, that same smiling girl was looking back at her — the girl she had become, who looked like Jake’s twin sister, only the female version. — Damn.

— Jackie? — came a voice from behind her.

She flinched and turned around. In the kitchen doorway stood a tall guy with a soft smile and keys dangling from his finger.

— I thought you’d be stuck at work till midnight, — he said, taking off his jacket and hanging it over the back of a chair. — Should I heat up dinner?

Jacqueline froze, clutching the phone with all her strength.

— Uh… — she breathed out, feeling her throat go dry.

The guy stepped closer. His blond hair fell slightly over his forehead, and his eyes looked at her with such warmth, as if they had known each other their whole lives.

— Why are you so tense, Jackie? — he sat down on the edge of the couch and placed his hand on her knee.

She almost jumped. His hand was warm, heavy, and her new female brain suddenly noted with painful sharpness how much larger he was compared to her current body. The skirt of her dress stretched across her thigh, and his fingers were almost touching the edge of the fabric.

— I… I’m tired, — Jacqueline said quickly, pulling her legs away as she stood up from the chair. She gripped the phone as if it were her last lifeline. — Really tough day.

— Well, no surprise, — he smirked, getting up after her. — That Michael, your boss, he’s a real tyrant if you ask me. You come home looking more and more drained.

He stepped closer and, as if casually, placed his hands on her shoulders. His fingers were heavy, confident, sliding down her shoulders — but Jacqueline already flinched away, snapping her head so sharply that her long hair flew up like a fan and fell softly across her face.

— Hey! Stop groping me! — burst out of her unexpectedly loud.

The guy froze, his hands hanging in the air. He blinked and frowned, as if it took him a moment to process what just happened.

— Groping?.. — he repeated quietly, then gave a crooked smile, though confusion slipped through it. — Jackie, what’s going on with you? We’ve been together for two years. You’ve never reacted like this before…

Two years? So this was… Michelle’s boyfriend? Which now meant MY boyfriend?

Her breathing quickened. Inside, everything twisted with horror and humiliation — this morning she had still been Jake Harris!

He looked at her with a soft smile:

— I get it, it’s hard for you. But don’t worry, I’m here. I’m always with you, Jackie.

She felt his hand slide higher along her waist, and her heart slammed in her chest so hard that the bra dug painfully into her skin.

— Wait, — she exhaled, stepping back. — Tell me… what’s your name?

He blinked in surprise.

— Seriously? Jackie, are you sure you’re okay?

He frowned and stepped closer, his broad figure looming over her so much that Jacqueline instinctively backed away until her hips pressed against the edge of the kitchen counter.

— You’re joking, right? — there was a nervous grin in his voice. — We’ve lived together for two years, and now you suddenly ask me what my name is?

Jacqueline felt her heart pounding wildly, and all that ran through her head was: shit, shit, shit… She could literally feel her breasts, the way they rose heavily with each breath, while this guy looked at her as if she had always been by his side, as if she were his girlfriend, his Jackie.

— I… I just… — the words stuck in her throat. She didn’t know what to say.

He squinted, a shadow of suspicion flashing in his eyes, but then he smirked and shook his head.

— Fine. If this is your new “game,” then you really overdid it. — He placed his hand on her thigh, just above the knee. — I’m Tom. Your boyfriend. And you’re my beloved Jackie.

She felt his fingers firmly squeezing her thigh, and she tensed up.

— Tom… — she breathed out, pulling away. — I… I need to be alone.

He frowned.

— Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe I should call a doctor?

— No! — Jacqueline shouted too sharply, then immediately covered her mouth with her hand. — No… just tired. Really.

Tom slowly nodded, though his gaze lingered on her. It was a long, warm look, and yet it sent a shiver down her spine. He walked to the coat rack, grabbed his jacket.

— Alright. I’ll grab dinner downstairs at the bar with the guys. Call me if anything.

He left, the door shutting behind him, and Jacqueline collapsed into the chair, clutching her phone with trembling hands. Her legs shook, her breathing was uneven, and her breasts ached as they rose against the tight lingerie.

She raised the phone, swallowed, and whispered:

— Susan… I need to find you, you fucking bitch...