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Secretary - TG

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There was a button beneath Leonardo's desk. He'd noticed it a few minutes ago, for the first time, upon reaching under his desk. He'd found it by accident, chasing a dropped pen; it had fascinated him since, distracting him from his work every time he'd directed his eyes at the cluttered mass of papers amassed on the cherry wood. Everything did that, though; work was just too boring.

The button, though, was special; or Leonardo told himself it was. It was a button; a red button, placed beneath his desk without his foreknowledge, just primed for an accidental touch; it filled his imagination with possibilities, straight from his artwork. Perhaps it was a secret button; capable of turning men into women. Perhaps it shot a call to the police; or some secret agents, who had been tied to the last owner of his desk. Perhaps his desk had some amazing, legendary ex owner; despite the fact that he had bought it new.

His fingers clutched at his knee caps, resisting the urge to crawl forward and depress the red shelled button. He had work to do, and couldn't afford to be distracted. "The possibility of an alien work force desperately awaiting my attention does not outweigh my responsibilities as a working man," he said out loud. "I cannot afford the distractions of a useless button…. Even if it would be less distracting if I just hit it…. And my hand's alrady reaching for it…"

The button was lightly cool to the touch, though nothing that couldn't be explained by its shaded position. Gathering up the courage to face actual work once his mission was complete, he squeezed his eyes shut, and pressed the button. It slid down, with a slight click; nothing else happened.

Disappointed, but not particularly surprised, Leonardo moved his attention back to the desk, starting to focus his attention on the actual paperwork; there were a few drawings to the side that he didn't have time for, and  which he lacked the motivation to actually complete.  More pressing was the actual paperwork, and he stretched his hands behind his back in preparation for them. Something intercepted them, pressing back with a bouncy resistance that increased the more he pressed.

He tilted back his head, more surprised, though hardly disappointed, to see a woman standing behind him, looking down. Her hair had been placed in a very tight bun, the severe look complimented by the frown at her face. It lightened some when he removed his hands from her breasts, the perky flesh bouncing back to its proper dimensions and filling the tight blue blouse out better than many woman he'd seen. He let his eyes rove across them from his reclined position, dropping down with curiosity to the tight skirt before she made another cough to bring back his attention.

"You called, sir?" she demanded,

"I did?" Leonardo asked. Her frown deepened, and he righted himself hurriedly, smiling disarmingly. "I mean, of course I did… um...?"

"Baily. You pressed the button for me, correct sir?"

"Yeah; button. Um... You're…" he glanced about, trying to place the name; and what he had been doing with a button that would call her.

"I'm your secretary, sir," he said, her voice obviously strained by patience. She raised an eyebrow as if expecting him to say more.

"…I have a secretary?"

"Everyone has a secretary, sir. We're just really good at hiding the button." She sat with a tight lipped button, on a chair he didn't remember having; it was high backed, with a red velvet cushion that made his own wooden chair look like the crap he already knew it was.

"…Where did you get the better chair?" he asked, abandoning diplomacy for the sake of clarity.

"Would you like one, sir? You have to specify what you'd like your secretary to do, you know; simply ringing the button isn't enough."

"Oh. Right… um… I want… um… I have a secretary?" he repeated, leaning forward eagerly.

Baily rolled her eyes, putting on an indulgent expression. "Yes, Leonardo; everybody gets one. Now, what do you need?"

"How do you get to be a secretary?" he demanded,  pushing his chair towards her; his papers lay forgotten on his desk; or heavily ignored. She seemed to notice, eying them behind him as she spoke absently.

"It's not so much something that you become," she admitted. "It's just… what you are." She touched the bun on her head self-consciously, apparently considering what to say next. "Most of the time,  you just wake up one morning, alive, and feeling a need to serve someone; which sort of sucks. So we don't make ourselves easy to find. The system's too easy to abuse – we prefer to do our work in our own way."

"And now that I've found you?" He moved his chair forward a little, making small squeaks as the wood scraped against the floor with each push.

Baily shifted her feet from side to side, leaning forward; instead off eager, she seemed to be bracing herself for his next words, rooting her feet into the ground. Rather than eager, she seemed to be bracing herself for what was going to happen next.

"Can you do my work for me?" he demanded, pointing at the table,

The secretary stared at him, and then shook her head. "Sorry. Secretaries help with the work; but they don't actually do it. We just fulfill your basic needs…"

"Oh…" He frowned. "What if you weren't a secretary anymore? Could you do it that than? Can I order you not to be a secretary anymore?"

"Technically, but it's not really that simple, the number of secretaries has to equal the number of humans, so when you-"

"I want you to stop being a secretary so that you can work on it," he interrupted. "And because your job sounds sucky as hell."

Her mouth moved, but no sound came out; she crumpled to the floor in slow motion, like a puppet who's strings had been cut, first to her knees and then to her face, hands sprawling disgracefully towards the floor.

Leonardo wanted to rush towards her, but he couldn't bring himself to move as he wished; instead, he stood gracefully, almost as surprised by the smoothness of his motion as the fact that he'd moved at all.  The world seemed larger about him for some reason, his head heavier. Something smooth brushed the back of his arm, but he couldn't turn towards it. His focus was entirely on the girl in front of him, his vision only seeing things peripherally; his arm looked smaller, from what he could tell, though his clothes didn't feel big. Something blond laid across his shoulder, and he realized eventually it was a strand of hair. Perhaps one of Beth's, having fallen loose from her bun.

He felt odd, though; his stomach gurgled, and though he couldn't see it, he felt it tighten along with his waist; his hips stung, with an inner pressure pushing out at them. As he started to walk towards the girl, his legs carried a new motion to them, matching the thickness as they slipped tightly in front of each other; the motion gave his hips a sway, and caught at his manhood, which slipped like rubber between them as it slid up into his groin.   His arms, hairless, bent down and scooped the girl up. His bottom, tightly hugged by the pants, felt different than it normally did. Giving it a little wiggle as he moved, he carried the girl to his wooden chair, his delicate fingers carefully arranging her until it looked like she was sleeping there. Touching her head, he undid her bun, leaving the hair to hang loosely about her shoulders. He didn't know why, but he didn't have to know why; he was no longer in control of his own movements

Finishing, he stepped back, his hands flying up to his hair. Long fingernails worked at longer strands, tying them into a bun like the one he had released, and surprising him with the sheer length and weight he had to work with, unprecedented previously. He felt the skin of his face tighten as he worked, the bones shifting as a new pressure began to build inside his chest, beneath the nipples. With his focus still on the girl, he noticed the lumps developing beneath his shirt, stretching out the cloth until two breasts stood beneath a skin tight blue skirt.

The former secretary in front of him woke, slowly at first, but quickly looking up. "Gotta work," she whispered. "Gotta work. What am I working on? …temporarily forget who I am, but I gotta work!"

She  reached for the papers, and the drawings, paused, and glanced behind her. "Who are you again?"

"Your secretary, Leia," she said. The strings binding her seemed to slacken; she was limited in what she could say, but in control again.  Uncertain what that meant for her, but hopeful that it would be interesting, she settled into the vacated chair. "Everybody gets one."
A zap on :iconaoshi01: for :icontg-wall-attack:

Last time, I was slightly uncertain (after the fact) if my number generator had said 5 or 6. So (Despite being fairly certain that it had said six by the end), I decided to do number 5. ^^

Hope everyone likes. :D
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sexy secretary!