That asshole! Always looking for ways to ruin someone else’s day!
You have been at this job for a year now and ever since day one, your boss, James, has tried to make your life worse than the day before. As the head mechanic-slash-owner of an auto repair store in the middle of nowhere, this was probably the only way he could feel powerful. Treating others like garbage is just his way of filling that void in his life. In the last year, he’s been through three other mechanics. All three left town for the distant city, not just for a better paying job, but to be far away from the small, petty ruler of his own personal kingdom. You, on the other hand, wouldn’t be able to find better paying work without the skill set James had promised to teach you and then did not deliver on. This leaves you as a stock boy being treated more like one of the transmissions he changed out than an actual person.
So, what set you off this time? A dress code. He never had one before! But you came in to work wearing a t-shirt you picked up at a concert the night before and suddenly his shop had an image to maintain. Customers would not “take this place seriously” if they saw one of his “workers” wearing a band shirt. Plus, he suddenly had a problem with the length of your hair. It’s true, it was getting a little shaggy, but you’d been saving your money and hadn’t been to the barber recently. And the worst thing is, he knew that. He knew you were saving up your cash for that wild vacation at the beach you’d had planned, which meant that you couldn’t just quit if he made your life harder. So… sudden dress code! And you have to pay for all those new clothes and haircut out of your own pocket.
I mean, I bet he wouldn’t try this crap if I was a–
That was the first time the idea popped into your head. You take a look in the mirror, giving a critical look to your features and body shape. It seemed crazy, but maybe…
Well, let’s see what we can do about this!
The door rings as you step into the workshop. James is focused completely on the job log as you step up to the counter.
“So, decide to follow the rules now?” He turns around with a slight smirk that disappears instantly.
“Jeans, button up shirt, no long hair. Got it!”
The jeans you picked up from a fashionable boutique downtown, the shirt from a value store nearby. Everything else… well, that took a nice chunk of your fun money for the next six months. You told the hair stylist you were just playing a joke and planned to shave everything down in a week, but you’re pretty sure she knew better. A pair of prosthetic breasts, designed to let mastectomy patients wear low cut shirts, give an unusual feeling of weight to your chest. The weight, though, was comfortably supported by the soft blue front-clasp bralet you left exposed under the ratty workman’s shirt. A matching pair of blue panties graced your hips, the lace trimmed band of which was slightly visable over your low hanging distressed jeans. To an untrained eye, like the one your overbearing boss had, your makeup wasn’t extensive. But you knew differently. It took a lot of work this morning, but you loved the effect it had in smoothing out your the tone of your skin and highlighting your best, most feminine features. You slipped a single ring on your right hand and stepped out feeling… well, snarky, but also a bit… you’re not sure why, but a bit stronger. More natural. You could definitely see yourself dressing like this more often!
Especially when your boss gets that beet red glow in his face and that angry look in his eyes.
“Get the hell out of that crap right now!” The order hits you just the wrong way.
You don’t break eye contact as you pull your work shirt off, fully exposing your bralette. For this to work, you know, its going to take the right frame of mind. As you look at him, you try to think of him as the opposite sex. You relax and fall into the mindset that you are a strong, confident woman, face to face with a man. Not just a man, but one that you know is weaker than you. He has all the bluster and bravado that some men get when they are put in positions of power, but you understand where that comes from, a weak man’s desire for power. You, on the other hand, are a woman who knows the power she naturally has over men and is fully aware of the effect her body has on the sort of worm you’re now facing. You try to stop thinking about the fact that your breasts are false and you still have a penis between your legs, instead focusing on the feminine power you’ve hidden away until today.
Your fingers reach up and deftly unclasp your bra. You slide your fingers up the curve of your carefully crafted breasts and flip the cups aside, the straps falling to your elbows. Your fingertips graze the softness of the forms and move quickly to grasp the waistband of your jeans, sliding them slightly down and further exposing your panties.
“Wait! No, that’s– that’s not what…”
Not what he had in mind? Too bad, little man! Your eyes flick downward as you turn and expose your naked back to him, pulling your jeans and panties down over your ass.
You’ve never been more glad to have that bit of curve in your hip and extra padding in the backside that everyone in school made fun of you for. You concentrate on the show you’re putting on, as you get ready to spin and give him just what he said he wanted, you not wearing the clothes you came in with. You hear his voice stammering, his will failing, unable to find the words to tell you to stop.
“I… I…” At that point, you know you have him. When you started with this plan, you didn’t think he’d be this easy, but now? A moment ago, you were trying to set your mind straight about how confident you were in your body. Now, though, you aren’t just thinking it. You really do know the power a woman like you has over a man like him. The surge of emotion begins to take over, carried by the knowledge of how you’ve manipulated your boss to your will. You made this man think about a person in ways he never had… you were making him want things he didn’t ever know he would… he, a supposedly “straight” male, wants you. And with that, the blood begins to flow to your groin. The buzz of excitement between your legs breaks the image you’d cultivated in your mind, one where you were entirely female. But as your dick slips away from where you’d tucked it away in your panties, it begins to swell and arc upwards.
You turn and lean back against the counter, fully showing the little worm everything he didn’t know he wanted to see. Looking him once more in the eyes, you watch as his gaze roams up and down your lean and toned body, from your pert breasts, carefully blended to appear completely natural, down to the erect manhood you formerly had tucked away. The tension in his jaw and shoulders tell you he’s doing everything he can not to grab himself right in front of you. Grab himself, or maybe grab you!
“You want to talk to me about dress codes now?” His eyes start back to your’s as you speak in a feminine voice you’d cultivated over the years as a joke. Lust and shame flash across his face as he stops seeing you as his stock boy and begins to stare at an object of pure lustful desire. He spins and runs back into his office, slamming the door behind him. Your mind comes back down as you start to slide your clothes back on.
Yeah… yeah, I could definitely get used to this! You look at the office door, knowing full well what he’s going to be doing in that office with himself. And what’s wrong with that, you wonder. You’d hated it when it when the kids in gym class pointed out before, but you have the body that could be mistaken for a woman’s, under the right circumstances. It’s only natural that a man should want to do things with you. And if they forget, all you have to do is give them a little reminder. You can be the feminine force of their dreams, and they can’t control you the way you control them.
Yes, you know what he’s going to do to himself, and he’ll know you know. He may be the boss, but now, you’re the one in charge…
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