He looked her right in the eye and told her to take her shirt off. She said she couldn’t. She said she was a married woman and didn’t want any one...other than her husband looking at her chest. She smiled widely while she said it though, as if to tease us. She liked all of the attention she was getting, but was also scared of what might happen if she did take her shirt off. I asked her if she was wearing a bra and she said that she was. I said that it wouldn’t be any worse than being seen in. The soft fabric I felt against my skin and lightly tentedpanties reminded me that I was wearing a nightie, and as I realized whatday it was, I felt my heart begin to beat rapidly in fear, excitement,and anxiety, but I couldn't place whether it was fear about today andexcitement that my ordeal was over, or excitement about today and fearabout what came next.The last few weeks had been a rollercoaster of emotions I was barelyprepared to process now, let alone in those moments then. My. My new tits ripped my blouse and bra to tatters as they jiggleon my chest badly concealed in my tattered top. I reached up overwhelmedwith embassament to cover my now massive chest with my tiny Asian girlhands. I also swapped butts with Cassie giving me a dynamite hourglassfigure and my mid thigh skirt is now stretched up and barely covers myass and pussy.I was not the only one affected. Jackson was swapped into Brittany'soverly pregnant body with the first flash and swapped height with. Umm… he smelled as good as he looked.Bosses traditionally fuck their secretaries, don't they? They did in this building. They were all at it, if office gossip was to be believed, and the noises she'd heard from inside locked offices backed up the theory. The cliché, however, wasn't working for her."Typical," she muttered, plucking a stray hair off the jacket's collar. "Horny men all over the building and I want the only one who isn't. Either that, or he's a tease."A sudden commotion out in the.