Cassandra Chapter 2

The days and weeks seemed to fly by. My new position at Barnes and Bidwell was a dream come true. It provided me with a cute income to cover my personal expenses (Melissa took care of most everything), exactly fit my bubbly, flirtatious personality, and offered me unlimited opportunity to meet - and have - men!

Melissa did everything in her power to reinforce my bizarre new lifestyle as a nymph. We went to the salon every week and Melissa made certain every thing about me, from the crown of my hair to the tips of my long, curving talons, was perfect. About a month after my "coming out", Melissa took me back to Michelle for another treatment. I was overjoyed with my bigger titties, swelling hips and tush, prominent cheekbones and bee-stung lips. "Don't get too fond of this size, My Love," Melissa cooed. "You are going to be a LOT bigger!"

She dressed me each morning, taking great delight in fastening my corset around my torso and lacing my already-slender waist down to a handspan. My lover personally selected the outfit I would wear, making sure I wore only the sexiest, most shamelessly revealing dresses, skirts, blouses and suits with stockings and five- and six-inch stiletto heels. She would stand over me at the vanity and lovingly direct me to paint and primp in a style befitting a Trailer Trash Tart, reminding me of all the effort she had gone to transforming me into her "little slut" and that I had to look and act the part.

And act the part I did. I played the "office bimbo" to the hilt. I flirted with all the men, flashed plenty of boobflesh, wiggled my hips suggestively as I walked by, and traded less-than-subtle sexual innuendoes. When the bolder ones fondled my nearly-bare boobies or firm, rounded ass, I cupped my hands over theirs, partially closed my heavily-made-up eyes and let out a sigh of contentment.

It didn't take long for word to spread around the office that the new receptionist was very "receptive".