She needed none. Streaks of red highlighted her short cropped brunette hair, and she appeared to be in magnificent physical condition.Her skin had the... bronze tan of someone who was no newcomer to hard outdoor work. Her face was more handsome than beautiful. She was wearing faded work jeans and a low-cut wool sweater, which allowed an excellent view of well-tanned, medium-sized breasts and the valley between.Sheila’s office featured a giant oak desk and a stone hearth. A picture window filled. My breathing sped up and I smiled slowly at him. Just then he nudged my wrists up behind my back so he could capture both of them in one of his hands. I felt a blinding panic grip me. Everything went blurry and all I could see was a dark shadow hovering over me, pinning my arms. Suddenly I was back at Jason’s apartment and he was twisting my arm sharply behind me, about to do God knows what. Instinctively I jerked my body away from Nick, easily pulling out of his gentle grasp. I stumbled a few. I wasn't really shocked when the next week I found bras in my dresserdrawer, but I was a little startled to realize I could definitely useone, as I had seemed to have sprouted breasts overnight.By now, you'd think I would be in total panic mode, but somehow, Iwasn't. I mean, I wasn't dancing up and down about becoming a girl, but Iwasn't really freaking out, either.I was mostly ... numb.The changes kept coming.I stopped needing to shave, and my skin softened.My shoes now had purple laces and a. I knew that was a definite no-go but I kept that to myself and just nodded my head like I was one of those submissive dummies upstairs.The man reminded me of my first husband Ralph.Ralph had this thing of spanking me every time he came home from work and he would pound my ass cheeks telling me I was a bitch for him being late, or for making a mistake or for being caught doing something he was not supposed to do. I guess he used me as his “whipping boy” to help him get relaxed after a hard day’s.