“Mmmmmm. Nearly there, I think,” mused Madam Everts. “Nearly, there. I think, yes, this will do it. Come over to this side of the desk.” Jim daintily moved over to the mistresses’ side and gazed upwards. He stared at the outfit on the end of the hanger – a halter top and a black miniskirt. He waited, motionless.
“What are you waiting for?” asked the Madam. “Ah, silly me. Claire, you need to change into this now.”
The newly-christened ‘Claire’ shucked her oversized menswear without hesitation. She did not notice that the renaming had changed her body – now narrow and lean and tiny. Noodle arms, noodle legs, younger, thinner, more rectangular. Small mounds of flesh, A-cups, bulged behind her nipples. Between her legs was a vagina with a neatly-trimmed bush. Her light tangle of hair was half-combed and came just down to her narrow shoulders. The outfit came with underwear but no shoes. Between her nigh-absent weight and the lack of footwear, her movements would be silent. The white top exposed her toned-but-packless stomach, and the miniskirt failed to conceal her lack of an ass, though revealing her relatively long legs. Relatively. She was still two feet tall.
She looked up to her mistress for approval only to find her on the phone. Whatever conversation Madam Everts’ had been making was over, and Claire only heard the final command: “Send her up.” The mistress finally turned to Claire, examining her from top to bottom. It was not a long trip, and therefore a short examination.
“Mmmm. I forgot the heels, didn’t I? Well, no matter.” She grabbed Claire’s minute cheek with her thumb and index finger and gave it a good shake. It hurt. “You’re all ready for my niece. That’s her on the elevator now. You’re a surprise, but she’s been in a mood lately and I want to cheer her up. Go with her, and do what she tells you to do. And make her happy. Understand?”
“Yes, Miss Everts,” repeated Claire.
With a ding, the elevator door opened to a pair of knees. To Claire. Not a pair of knees at the top of the elevator door, just knees at Claire’s eye level. The actual person they were attached to somewhat fit inside the vertical conveyance, but the knees had to drop as their owner ducked significantly to get into the office and out of the confining box. Miss Everts’ niece was a very, very large individual. Eight feet tall, to be precise. She was wide and thick and massive, and was wearing a rather shapeless tracksuit that heralded her as a volleyball player from the local university. Her face was round and dusky-toned and backed by a tangle of black braids. She looked down, very far down, on Claire.
The niece is a pleasant person, and politely invites Claire out on what amounts to a date on the riverside.
The niece is a commanding and imperious woman, though she seems to care if Claire is happy or not. She takes Claire out to buy some shoes.
The niece is a moody 19-year-old. She’s not actively malicious, but she’s grumpy and apathetic to the wants and needs of others. She takes Claire out clubbing.
The niece is a sadistic bitch. She takes her new toy – weak, helpless, and devoid of will – home to mistreat and abuse.
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