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You are rather miffed that she won’t notice you now that you are a well-endowed young woman, yet you know it is just a minor obstacle.
“I wish she had to speak with me.”
As you wonder if you should have been a tad more specific, you feel your new body...age! As your skin begins to show the slightest signs of creasing and your figure puts on some more pounds, your clothes begin to change as well, with new, darker colors and a black jacket. Your big glasses shrink into sleeker, more rectangular specs as you feel more makeup on your face to preserve your youth (though you are only now in your early 30s tops). On top of these physical changes that make you appear more like a boss than a secretary, you notice yourself become more mature and stern than you were a moment ago, and you now actually feel like a poised, grown woman. You also realize that you are now the principal of this school and your new secretary Michela is in for a bruising from you.
“Miss Peterson!”
You watch her slowly turn to face you, fear plastered all over her face. Seeing her, a pretty though undoubtedly meek girl whimper like that makes you feel so powerful, so esteemed...
...so dominant...
“I wish she had to speak with me.”
As you wonder if you should have been a tad more specific, you feel your new body...age! As your skin begins to show the slightest signs of creasing and your figure puts on some more pounds, your clothes begin to change as well, with new, darker colors and a black jacket. Your big glasses shrink into sleeker, more rectangular specs as you feel more makeup on your face to preserve your youth (though you are only now in your early 30s tops). On top of these physical changes that make you appear more like a boss than a secretary, you notice yourself become more mature and stern than you were a moment ago, and you now actually feel like a poised, grown woman. You also realize that you are now the principal of this school and your new secretary Michela is in for a bruising from you.
“Miss Peterson!”
You watch her slowly turn to face you, fear plastered all over her face. Seeing her, a pretty though undoubtedly meek girl whimper like that makes you feel so powerful, so esteemed...
...so dominant...
What do you do?
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