Lost in Fantasy

ATTENTION FOR THE DEPARTMENT OF CENSORSHIP AND MIND CONTROL: All characters are of legal age (in the story they are adults and have jobs, and this is emphasized). Everything happens with mutual consent, and this is emphasized.

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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.

— I told you, you’d come running back to me, Kim, — he said, tilting his head slightly to the side. — A whole week you’ve been dodging me, and today… — his gaze slid down over my top, barely holding my breasts, and over my skirt, — …today you came to the office like it was just for me.

I swallowed hard, feeling heat rushing to my cheeks.

— Uh… man… I mean… what’s your name? — slipped out of me, and at that moment I realized what a fuck-up that was.

Evan raised an eyebrow, but instead of being surprised, he gave a predatory grin.

— Aaaah, so you want to play roleplay. Just like that. Right off the bat, — I swallowed again, looking up at him from below, fuck, Kim really is that short, that’s why I picked her, — Evan Miller, and you, gorgeous?

I froze. Me? What the hell? Yeah, the real Kim would probably scoff, roll her eyes, or throw some witty jab. But I just stood there, feeling the top rubbing against my tits with every breath, the skirt somehow feeling shorter and shorter.

— Uh… K-Kimberly, — I squeaked, and the shame of my own voice burned me.

Evan let out a low chuckle.

— So, Kimberly, shall we go to my place?

I nearly choked on air. To his place?! He really thought I was Kim, and that I’d put on this whole show just for him.

But right then, a wave of that same feeling swept over my body so strong I almost gasped, my knees pressing together. If I were myself right now, I’d have a hard-on the size of a skyscraper. But instead, my thighs just tightened on their own, as if something inside me demanded movement, demanded more. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, hoping it would fade, but it only grew stronger — my lower belly ached, my breasts rose heavy with each breath, and between my legs everything turned wet and sticky.

And here I am, standing at the bus stop, clutching my purse against my side, my legs trembling like I’d just run a marathon. Cars rushing by, people walking along the sidewalk, and nobody except Evan noticing that I’m barely holding myself together, suffocating from this mix of fear and… fuck, arousal. Seriously? Is this real? What the fuck am I doing?! I need to get back to the hotel, now! I never planned to take it this far — I like girls, and for fuck’s sake, I’m a man! A boss! His boss too! Serious, powerful, with a title, with an office, with a secretary. Hell, I didn’t even know Evan’s fucking name yesterday! That’s it, enough — I’ll tell him to fuck off and head back to the hotel.

I spun around sharply, ready to say I was leaving, but at that moment Evan grabbed my hand — so firmly, so confidently, like it never even crossed his mind that I might refuse.

— Our bus, — he said calmly, and right then a shuttle bus pulled up, its doors hissing open.

I blinked, not believing my eyes. What the fuck did he mean, “our” bus? But his hand didn’t let go of mine. Hot, steady, his fingers pressing into my skin, and I couldn’t pull away.

Goddamn it, sure, I’d fantasized about something like this in my wet dreams, but in real life it never attracted me. I loved power, I loved being in charge, that’s why I climbed so high in the first place. Maybe it’s the body? Yeah, it has to be Kim’s body messing with me. I’ll just tell him I need to go, my clothes are in the room, I’ll change back quickly, and think this all through.

— Uh… I… I actually need to… — I started, cursing myself inside for this squeaky voice. Where the hell was the real me right now? The me who just yesterday was yelling his lungs out at a meeting, slamming a pen against the table, and making everyone feel my authority — where the fuck was he when I needed him most?

Evan didn’t even let me finish. His fingers squeezed my hand even tighter, and fuck, it felt like I’d been hit with electricity — my heart started pounding, my breath caught. He led me into the bus with such confidence that I didn’t have a single chance to protest.

— Come on, faster, or the seats will be gone, — he threw out firmly, pulling me inside as if I were his girl, and not… fuck, a man who just yesterday was yelling across the whole office, a man who, if he wanted to, could’ve fired this Evan in a heartbeat.

We squeezed into the bus, the doors closing behind us with a heavy hiss. The place was packed, barely any seats left. Evan turned to me and, without letting go of my hand, tugged me toward the handrail.

— See, I told you, quicker, — Evan smirked and pulled me deeper inside.

The bus jerked forward.

— Hold on, Kim, — he said low, right into my ear, though I was already reaching for the rail on reflex.

And yet, despite all that, I still felt like I was burning up. My legs trembled, knees pressing together. The word “hold on” sounded like an order, and I obeyed, gripping the cold metal tighter, like I was carrying out a command.

— Uh… I was already… — I muttered, feeling my cheeks on fire.

— Quiet, — he cut me off immediately. — I said hold on.

And that was it. I shut up. Something squeezed tight inside my chest, and suddenly I caught myself realizing I liked that feeling — that I was being directed, controlled.

— That’s it, — Evan continued, pulling me closer to him. He stood so that his shoulder brushed lightly against mine, his hand covering mine, still locked in his fingers.

I twitched. My breasts churned with a strange tension, and I bit my lip without even realizing it.

Through the reflection in the window I saw myself: a red braid falling over my shoulder, my face flushed, eyes shining, and my breasts rising with every breath, the top stretched so tight the buttons were barely holding on. I looked exactly like that image that flashed through my head this morning — a girl who at any moment could be pressed against the handrail and used however someone wanted. Fuck, stop thinking about this shit, it only makes it worse, it only turns me on even more!

— See? — Evan leaned in slightly, his lips almost brushing my cheek. — They’re already looking at you.

I blinked, catching a guy in a white shirt from the corner of my eye. He was trying not to stare, but his eyes kept coming back to me.

— W-well… — I mumbled, unable to find words.

— Then stand still, — Evan said, pressing me a little tighter against himself. — And smile.

I obeyed automatically: my lips twitched, and a timid smile appeared on my face. God, I looked exactly the way he wanted — his girl, blushing and pinned close.

— That’s it, — he approved and intertwined our fingers. — Good girl.

A small moan slipped out of me, loud enough for Evan and anyone nearby to hear, from the way that sounded. “Good girl” — like I was little, like I’d been praised for standing properly. My chest tightened, my breath faltered, and my lower belly clenched so hard I nearly shook even more.

— E-Evan… — I breathed out in another desperate attempt to break away, hoping he wouldn’t notice how my voice cracked into a moan.

— Quiet, — he ordered again, and I obeyed.

The bus rattled, light streaming through the windows, and I stood pressed against him sideways, red as a tomato, with heavy breasts, a stretched top, and trembling knees.

In that moment I realized: in the eyes of everyone on the bus, we looked exactly like a couple. A redhead in a pink top and mini skirt, pinned against a man in a suit, blushing and shaking — going wherever he decided.

And the most terrifying… or the sweetest… thing was that I knew I couldn’t say “no.”