Gender Jumble, Part Three

Book Three: Her Gal Friday

1.
Tasha Foreman had finished explaining the "experiment" to the latest group of co-eds. "Now," she said, "we have to figure out what kind of girl John Broome will become."

The girls began presenting ideas: "A cheerleader," suggested Star Lee.

"No--the locker room would be too much of a challenge at this stage in our plans," Tasha advised.

"A pre-teen?" asked Stephanie Ditko.

"I have that in mind for another of our male students," Tasha answered.

"Didn't you say you'd recently lost your secretary?" inquired Jacquie Kirby. "John is a wiz at typing and computer stuff."

"Yes, I did," Tasha replied. "Ahhh--yes, the perfect image! A sexy little ditz who still has the skills and experience needed to keep my office running like clockwork!"

Half an hour later, John Broome sat before Tasha Foreman's desk, having fallen victim to the same light that had entranced her two previous "experiments". "Now, John, I understand that you are an expert at numerous computer operations--including word processing, web searching, and spreadsheets?"

"Yes, Miss Foreman," he answered, in a dull voice.

"Excellent. In a few moments, the girls and I will make some changes in your appearance and your attitude. From now on, your computer abilities will only be available to you when you look and feel as we will make you." She turned to the four co-eds. "Let's get our darling dressed."

In short order, John's longish hair had been re-arranged in a girlish bob, his face enhanced with cosmetics. He wore a man-tailored white satin blouse with a raw silk jacket and a flowing skirt in the same fabric, both in a pale pink. He was stretched out on the couch as they placed the matching pink pumps on his feet.

"John, stand." He did as ordered. "Face the mirror. The person you see is not John; she is Joanna. Think of every giggly, silly little ditz you have ever known--that girl is Joanna. Imagine a girl who is proud of her body, who shows it off, who revels in being sexy. That girl is you. Despite her image of silliness and empty-headedness, Joanna is a computer whiz...just as you have always been, John--until now."

Tasha considered a moment. "Whenever I say, 'Boot the computer,' you will become Joanna, my secretary. All the computer skills at your command will be hers. Moreover, operating the computer sexually excites you. Every keystroke, every mouse-click arouses your cock and makes you want sex. But if I say, 'Shut down the computer,' you will be John again...but you will be completely unable to operate a computer. The very thought of approaching a computer frightens you.

"Finally, if at any time...whether speaking to John or Joanna...I say, 'Take a letter,' you will return to your current trance state and await further commands. Now, when I count to five, you will awaken as Joanna and take your place at the desk outside."

2.
By the end of the following week, Tasha Foreman's temporary secretary was the wonder of the campus. Every man on the staff made a point of going by Joanna's desk at least once a day, to see what sexy outfit the lovely brunette was wearing, to feel the arousal as she shamelessly flirted with them--batting her eyes, licking her lips, showing more leg than a discrete clerical staff member should.

But they also were after her to help out on their own work...because her skills were far beyond those of any other secretary in the place. She seemed to get tremendously absorbed once she began working on a project, and was thrilled to be offered a chance to do even more.

Tasha smiled as she watched the transformed student at the keyboard. She watched John/Joanna's smile grow with every keystroke, every mouse movement...knowing that smile was one of raging sexual arousal, arousal the faux-girl would need to relieve sooner or later.


Tasha began to determine what Joanna would wear each day, judging whether her image should be sexpot, controlling, or merely efficient. She wanted to keep both Joanna and her many admirers off guard. On Monday, it might be a tight-fitting business suit with gloves: "Take a letter, Joanna. Today you are a strict martinet. While you are aware of the arousing effect you have on others and delight in it, you never let that awareness show." On Tuesday, it might be a simple red shift with pearls and spike heels--sexy but efficient and professional: "Take a letter, Joanna. You are the model of a perfect secretary. You exist to perform your tasks and please me. But you are pleasant and attractive and willing to make the effort to please everyone around you." On Wednesday, the skirt is short enough to show garters and panties from the "wrong" angle, with the attitude to match: "Take a letter, Joanna. You will flirt and show off your sexy movements to everyone, male and female. Every smile and look of lust from a man brings you physical pleasure. Every look of disapproval from a woman merely enhances your determination to subtly seduce every man you see."

At the end of the second week, Tasha invited Joanna into her office. "Shut down the computer, Joanna," she said.

"Why are you doing this to me, Miss Foreman?" the revived John asked.

"It's not just you, dear--haven't you wondered what has happened to your male classmates who met with the other study groups?" Tasha replied. "All of you--except for Kurt Schaffenberger--have been transformed in various ways. He'll be next." She paused. "What's the matter, dear? Don't you like what I've done to you?"

"Oh no, Miss Foreman," he smiled. "Just the opposite--I love it! I've never been so excited, so aroused, so charged with sexual energy."

Tasha was surprised, yet pleased. "So you want to continue our 'experiment'?"

"Definitely!" John answered. "Put me back under, make me your secretary-slave, but let me know who I am and why I act as I do!"

"Very well....Take a letter, John," she said...and began giving him new instructions.

The next day, Tasha came to work to find Joanna in one of her shortest skirts, leaning back in her secretarial chair, her long, nyloned legs propped up against a filing cabinet.

A mischievous smile spread across Joanna's face when she saw her boss. "May I be of service, Miss Foreman?" she asked. Tasha nodded and gestured the saucy secretary into the office, unbuttoning her blouse on the way.


More to come