Chapter Four

Jake’s gloved hands trembled as he gripped the pen, his wrist shaking with trepidation. The hacker’s 5’6” frame, diminished from his former height, felt swallowed by the baggy black hoodie draping over his shoulders, and the vibrant pink heels with their padlocked straps forced him to tilt his hips into an awkward sway. The contract on the polished desk stared up at him, its bold title—“Personal Assistant to Ethan Keller”—burning into his green eyes like a brand. The young man’s heart pounded as dread churned in his chest, standing before the man who somehow managed to control his entire body, his very autonomy dictated by the billionaire in front of him.

Ethan leaned back in his leather chair, his green suit tailored to perfection, hugging his broad shoulders and lean waist with effortless elegance. His blond hair shimmered under the office’s soft glow, and his narrow blue eyes locked onto Jake with a sadistic glint. “You’re hesitating, Jake,” he said tauntingly, each word dripping with amusement. “Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts about our deal?”

Jake’s jaw tightened, his fingers squeezing the pen until the gloves strained against his knuckles. “You’re a twisted bastard,” he spat with rage. “You’re one of the most powerful people in the world. Why bring me into your sick game?”

A deep chuckle rolled from the billionaire’s tongue, the sound rich and mocking as it echoed around the office. “I think you’ll find that you started it, Jake,” he said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desk. “You decided to mess with everything I built here, and I am just punishing you for your indiscretions, whilst giving you an opportunity to put things right. I’m being charitable, Jakey boy, and you’re going to sign that contract now.”

“Charitable?” The hacker’s voice cracked, thick with disbelief and fury. “You call altering my body and blackmailing me to do your bidding charitable? You’re an actual psychopath, Ethan!”

The CEO’s lips curled into a grin, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk, as if he was getting impatient with the tirade. “You’re so spirited, Jake,” he said condescendingly. “But let’s be clear. You’ve seen what I can do to you, and you know what will happen if you go to the authorities. Sign the damn contract, serve as my personal assistant for one year, obey every command, and I’ll undo every single change once the year is up. That’s the only offer you’ll receive. Refuse, and you’ll find yourself strutting in some strip club in no time.”

Jake momentarily held his breath, his fingers trembling as Ethan’s threat sank in. His mind raced, replaying the warehouse confrontation, the uncontrollable urge to confess his crimes, the salon where he’d begged to be made “pretty” as if it were his own desire. Ethan’s power was undeniable, a suffocating reality that left Jake cornered. He hated the billionaire, hated the modern office he stood in, and everything it represented, but the fear of completely losing his autonomy to a man who held no morals gnawed at his resolve. With a shaky exhale, Jake pressed the pen to the contract, his signature jagged and reluctant, each stroke a searing betrayal of his rebel spirit.

“Smart choice,” Ethan purred, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he pulled his phone from his pocket. “Now that you’re officially a member of my team, I have to make some subtle changes. No respectable Chief Executive would ever have a personal assistant looking like you.”

Before Jake could retort, he felt a burning heat erupt in his chest, sharp and painful, as if his skin were stretching from within. The young man gasped, stumbling forward, his gloved hands clutching at his hooded top as his unwanted A-cup mounds swelled, the fabric tightening around the sudden fullness as they expanded out, pressing against the hoodie. Jake shook his head in disbelief as he moaned out. “No! Ethan, don’t do this!” his voice cracked as he struggled to contain his ever-growing mounds.

The tingling on his chest subsided, but the results were undeniable. Whereas his top did its best to hide its presence, his chest had swelled from bee-sting A-cups to large, spherical D-cup monstrosities. The hacker shook his head again when the strange sensation ran along his scalp, signaling further changes. He felt his dark hair lighten and lengthen, as if his strands were transforming by magic. His dark brown hair turned to light brown, then dark blond, before settling into a platinum blond mane along his midback in wavy curls.

A sharp gasp escaped Jake’s lips as he staggered to a reflective panel on the wall. His reflection felt like a stranger’s: 36D breasts strained against the baggy hoodie, their heavy curves jiggling with every movement, sending a flush of shame across his cheeks. The platinum blonde hair cascaded in lush waves, brushing his shoulders with a sensual softness that made his skin crawl. The vibrant stilettos forced his hips into a feminine sway, amplifying the trapped man’s humiliation. “You can’t do this to me,” he whispered, his voice trembling with despair.

Ethan rose commandingly from his chair and stepped around his desk to face Jake, asserting his dominance. “Oh, but I already have,” he taunted, each word laced with triumph. “You’re perfect for the role now, Jake. I won’t need to make any further changes unless you disappoint me.” He reached into his desk drawer, pulling out a folded memo, and handed it to Jake with a smirk. “Your role has certain duties and expectations, as you would expect. I expect you to start work on Monday. My current assistant will be visiting you over the weekend to train you for your new role. I expect you to dress appropriately, too, of course.”

Jake’s fingers curled around the memo as he fought the urge to tear the paper apart in front of his tormentor. “I’m not your damn plaything, Ethan,” he growled, trying to show his defiance despite his trapped situation. “You can force me to work for you, but I’m not playing your stupid games!”

A mocking laugh spilled from Ethan’s lips as he leaned closer, enjoying the sight of the hacker’s transformed state. “We’ll see about that,” he chuckled sadistically. The billionaire reached into his pocket, producing a small silver key that shimmered faintly, and tossed it toward Jake, who caught it clumsily. “That unlocks those shoes you’re wearing. You’ll be coordinating your heels to your new outfits from now on.” He laughed as he turned away, moving back to sit on his desk. “Now go home and prepare. The year will start when you totter into my office on Monday.”

The hacker’s heart pounded as he clutched the key. The padlocked stilettos had been a constant torment since this all began, forcing each step into a humiliating stance, and the opportunity to take them off felt like a minor mercy. He shoved the key in his pocket, along with the memo, and glared at Ethan’s smug expression.

Without a word, the feminized man turned and strode toward the door, his heels clicking sharply and his new, busty breasts jiggling beneath the hoodie. As Jake closed the door behind him, he gasped. What the hell had he just agreed to?

❖

Ethan Keller sat comfortably in his leather chair as he reviewed a live feed from Jake’s Brooklyn apartment. A smirk curled on his lips as he witnessed the feminized man rush through his apartment door and tear off his hoodie and t-shirt, staring in disbelief at his new mammaries. The image of Jake’s humiliated form, caught on the apartment’s hacked cameras, sent a thrill through the billionaire’s chest. He leaned back and savored the power he held over his rebellious prey. He had Jake exactly where he wanted him, and it was time to have a little fun. First, however, he had some loose ends to take care of.

The office door slid open with a faint hum. Ethan’s current personal assistant, Kellie Madison, stepped into the room, her reddish auburn hair sitting loosely over her shoulders, a contrast to her usual held-up style. Her sky blue blouse hugged her breasts while the short black miniskirt stopped at mid-thigh, revealing lacy stockings that reflected faintly against her legs. The outfit, demanded by Ethan to “prove” her loyalty, forced an unsure posture, her heels clicking softly as she approached. The woman’s hazel eyes met Ethan’s gaze briefly before dropping to the floor as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “You wanted to see me, sir,” she said coyly.

The CEO’s smirk widened, his eyes tracing the curve of his assistant’s blouse with a possessive glint, relishing her discomfort in the revealing outfit he’d demanded. It wouldn’t be long before his little toy was doing the same. “I have some important news for you, Kellie,” he said, his voice smooth and laced with calculated amusement. “You’ve been an exceptional personal assistant, but I’ve decided to shake things up. You’re being reassigned to a new role within Futurtech, starting Monday.”

Kellie gasped, staring at her boss as she attempted to decipher what the man had said. “Reassigned?” she asked questioningly, her voice trembling with confusion. “I don’t understand, sir. My work has been flawless, and I’ve managed your schedule without a single error. Why am I being moved?”

“You’ve been outstanding,” Ethan replied, leaning forward to casually rest his elbows on the desk, his gaze never leaving his employee’s figure. “Probably the best PA I’ve ever had. However, this isn’t about your performance. I’ve made a new hire and need to move things around a little. I need you to train my new personal assistant, Jade, over the weekend. She starts Monday, and I expect her to be fully prepared. You’ll make sure she meets my standards before you transition to your new position.”

“Jade?” Kellie’s brow furrowed, her full lips parting as she processed the unfamiliar name. “I haven’t heard of any new hires named Jade.” She paused for a moment before changing the subject. “What’s my new role, sir? I deserve to know what I’m being reassigned to.” Her eyes flicked up, a spark of rebellion breaking through her coy and professional demeanor.

The tech billionaire waved a hand dismissively, his grin sharpening with a hint of menace. “Don’t get caught up in the details just yet,” he said, his tone evasive and teasing. “Your priority is training Jade. She’s got raw potential, but she needs your expertise to start her out. You’ll meet her tomorrow at her apartment, and I trust you to mold her into what I need.”

The auburn-haired woman’s cheeks flushed deeper, her posture stiffening as she took a cautious step closer to the desk. “With all due respect, sir, I need to know what I’m walking into,” she replied. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me. You can’t just reassign me without explaining what’s next.”

A low chuckle rolled from Ethan’s lips, the sound mocking her as he sat up in his chair, folding his arms confidently. “You’re persistent, Kellie,” he said, his eyes lingering on the lacy stockings hugging his assistant’s thighs. “I admire that, but you’re testing my patience. Keep pushing, and you might regret it.”

“Sir, please,” Kellie shuddered at the threat, but continued to press. “I have a right to know what role you have in mind for me. I’ve seen what you do to people who cross you, and I don’t intend to upset you. What are you reassigning me to?” The fact that Ethan was so apprehensive about informing her of her new fate heightened the dread in her stomach.

The man chuckled lightly as he rose from his chair, his green suit sitting on his broad shoulders as he stepped around the desk with predatory grace, “Since you’re so insistent, Kellie,” he said chillingly. “I’ll indulge you. You’ll be a Personal Secretary to Benjamin Miller, our CTO. His last secretary left rather suddenly, and he’s in desperate need of someone with your… capabilities. You’ll start next week, once Jade is up to speed.”

Kellie shook her head, her eyes widening with horror as she stumbled back, her heels catching slightly. “Ben Miller?” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. “You can’t be serious, sir. He’s a misogynist, a complete pervert. Everyone in the company knows about his disgusting kinks. I don’t care what that HR memo said; we know the real reason his PA left. I can’t work for him. Please, I’d happily go back to the secretary pool over that!”

“You don’t get a choice, Kellie,” Ethan snapped, his voice dropping to a cold tone as he closed the distance between them, towering over the woman’s vulnerable form. “You seem to forget who holds the cards here. Your father’s treatment, all that expensive care keeping him alive? It’s funded by my generosity. One call from me, and it’s gone, along with your job and any hope of getting a new one in this city. Do you really want to play that game?”

Kellie shuddered as she closed her eyes, holding back the tears. “No, sir,” she whispered, her voice breaking with resignation, each word a heavy surrender. “I’ll train your new assistant, and I’ll take the reassignment.”

“That’s my girl,” Ethan said condescendingly, his voice softening to a velvet taunt as he stepped back, his eyes studying her body. “I knew you’d see things my way. You’ll meet Jade tomorrow at her apartment for training. I’ll email you the address. I expect nothing less than perfection from you both.”

The auburn-haired woman nodded. The threat of her father’s treatment hung like a noose over her head, forcing her compliance despite the dread pooling in her stomach. Ben Miller’s reputation made her skin crawl, and the idea of serving under him felt like a withdrawal of her dignity. She turned towards the door and headed to the exit, each step a reminder of the humiliating outfit Ethan had forced upon her. However, it was nothing compared to what she had seen Ben’s female staff wear.

As the door closed, Ethan’s grin widened. He had enjoyed playing with Kellie ever since he had made the decision to fund her father’s expensive life-saving care, knowing it would bind her to him forever. However, he had a new toy now, and he looked forward to handing Kellie over to his eccentric, but weird, Chief Technology Officer.

❖

A sharp knock echoed through Jake’s cluttered apartment the following morning, jolting him from his PC station. He adjusted his white t-shirt, its fabric taut over his newly attached breasts. He had hours trying to figure out how to minimize the curve of his tits, but their size made every attempt impossible, and he simply gave up. The hacker’s long, glistening pink nails shimmered faintly as he reached for the door and opened it to find Kellie Madison standing before him, her reddish hair tumbling free over a loose sweater, paired with casual jeans that hugged her legs. The woman’s hazel eyes flicked over him, confusion flickering before she pushed past without a word, her movements brisk and purposeful.

Kellie stormed into the living room and scanned the cluttered space, littered with empty energy drink cans and pizza boxes. She had expected to be training some blonde bimbo. Still, she’d never have anticipated the new PA to be hauled up in a trashy apartment like this. As the auburn-haired woman glanced around, her eyes widened as recognition hit her. She had seen this room before, in Ethan’s office. It was the same setting her boss had been spying on, and it belonged to that hacker kid the billionaire had been tormenting. But that meant… no! Kellie spun around, her gaze locking onto the busty blonde before her, the face framed by those platinum waves suddenly clicking into place. “Jake?” she asked, her voice trembling with disbelief, her hands tightening at her sides as she processed the impossible truth.

“Ugh, yeah, who else would it be?” the feminized man snapped, his tone sharp with irritation as he crossed his arms, his breasts pressing uncomfortably against his t-shirt. His eyes narrowed, studying Kellie’s shocked expression. “What do you want, Kellie? Why are you here?”

The woman’s posture stiffened as she regained her composure, her brain struggling to process the alterations. “Ethan sent me to prepare you for your new position,” she told him. “You’re taking over my role as his Personal Assistant, and he told me that you need to be ready for it by Monday.”

Jake scoffed as he shut the door and walked over to the sofa in his living room, his freshly bare feet tapping on the carpet. “What do you need to get me ready for? I’m taking the job as a PA, not an astrophysicist.” He slumped down on the sofa. “How hard is it to answer a few phone calls and make a coffee?”

Kellie’s lips tightened, a flash of annoyance crossing her eyes as she set her bag on the coffee table with a deliberate thud. “It’s not as easy as it looks, Jade,” she said, her voice sharp as she emphasized the name. “This job demands attention to detail, and Jake is a taskmaster; he demands nothing less than perfection.”

The hacker’s eyebrow shot up as he heard the woman’s remark. “Jade?” he asked. “Don’t call me that. You know my name is Jake, and don’t pretend to play along with his sick little fantasy. I’ll get by just fine, and I don’t need any advice from you.”

The woman sighed, her shoulders tensing as she glanced toward the center of the room, her eyes catching a faint glint in the ceiling’s shadow. She sat beside Jake, closing the distance between them as if she were attempting to speak covertly. “He’s watching you, you know?” she said, her eyes darting nervously to the hidden camera. “Ethan’s got this place wired with microphones and cameras everywhere, and he’s been spying on your every mood. He ordered me to call you Jade at all times, and I can’t disobey him. You don’t know what he’ll do if I don’t follow his rules.”

Jake’s heart lurches, his gaze snapping to the corner, a chill running down his spine despite being unable to locate the tiny lens. “I’m being watched?” he asked in a tone much louder than Kellie would have liked. “That bastard’s got cameras in my own apartment?”

“Shush!” Kellie hissed, her hand pressing against his lips to silence him. “We can’t talk about it right now.” The woman cleared her throat and increased her volume. “We need to get to work, and you need to listen.” She pulled a laptop from her bag, setting it on the coffee table, her fingers moving to swiftly load up her corporate login.

Kellie’s fingers danced across the laptop keys as she pulled up a scheduling interface, narrating what she was doing to guide the feminized hacker. “Your job involves managing Ethan’s calendar, and it’s always a tight fit. He hates it when you double-schedule him and make him look like an amateur,” she began, her eyes flicking to Jake to discover if he was paying attention. “You’ll access it through this portal, updating meetings and syncing it with his neural device for real-time changes. You’ll also handle sensitive document filing in the secure system, ensuring no errors. Calls and emails must be answered promptly, with a professional tone, and you’ll need to know Ethan’s coffee preference—black, no sugar, served at exactly 85 degrees.” The PA paused as she tried to remember any other pieces of advice. “Oh, and you’ll liaise with other PAs and secretaries across the company to keep Ethan updated on all business matters. He doesn’t like being taken by surprise, so you’ll get the blame if you haven’t made an effort to find the gossip.”

Jake shook his head as he leaned back on the sofa, lifting his pink fingernail to slide a blond lock from his eyes. “Sounds like the kind of work he could train AI to do,” he muttered, his tone laced with sarcasm as his pink nails tapped the armrest. “I don’t need your help, Kellie. I’ll do the bare minimum and that’s it.”

Kellie’s eyes narrowed. “You need to take this seriously, Jade,” she said, emphasizing the name with a pointed glance toward the ceiling’s hidden camera. “Ethan has strict expectations, especially about appearance. He demands his staff to look a certain way, and you’ll need to follow his dress code to avoid trouble.” She paused, her eyes softening with pity as she studied Jake’s defiant expression. “If you don’t follow along? Well, it’s your funeral.”

“Forget it!” Jake snapped, standing abruptly, his breasts jiggling uncomfortably as he gestured wildly. “I’m not going to be a dress-up doll for that psychopath!”

The auburn-haired woman simply shook her head and reached into her bag, pulling out a corporate credit card and a folded list. She placed them on the coffee with a slow, careful motion before sliding her laptop back inside the case. “Everything you need is on that list,” she said, her voice low and urgent. “Play along, or things will get worse. Trust me, you think this is bad? You have no idea what that man is capable of.”

Kellie stood, slinging her bag over her shoulder, and offered a final, sympathetic glance. “Good luck. You’ll need it.” With that, she walked to the door, her jeans accentuating her curves as she exited, leaving Jake staring at the card and list, not knowing where this humiliation would take him.

❖

Jake gripped the folded list he had been given by Kellie as he stepped into a crowded Manhattan shopping mall. His baggy hoodie swallowed his 5’6” frame, although it continued to do little to hide his D-cup breasts, offering an undeniable silhouette. Blond waves spilled over his shoulders as the strands brushed his neck with a tickling softness that made his skin crawl. His worn jeans, their pockets containing the corporate credit card he’d received, and comfortable sneakers grounded him as he navigated the bustling crowd.

The hacker decided to buy the items on the list, figuring it would meet Ethan’s demands without committing himself to actually wearing them. He wasn’t paying with his own money, so it didn’t matter if he wasted it. His green eyes darted nervously, bracing for the inevitable attention his altered body would draw.

An older man with graying hair under a worn cap passed by, his eyes locking onto Jake’s chest with a bold, lingering stare. The man’s lips twitched into a suggestive grin, and Jake’s stomach twisted, his breasts jiggling uncomfortably as he hurried past. The unwanted gaze burned, amplifying his humiliation, but he kept moving, determined to get this over with.

Two teenage girls in stylish outfits slowed their pace nearby, their eyes flicking from Jake’s cascading blond hair to his shimmering nails. They exchanged glances, stifling obvious giggles that grated on the hacker’s nerves, as if they were laughing at an inside joke he wasn’t privy to. The feminized man’s cheeks flushed hotter, but he refused to meet their gaze, instead focusing on the boutique ahead, his sneaker tapping on the tiled floor.

Inside the upscale store, a man in his 20s with tousled dark hair and a tight polo uniform approached, his smile brimming with flirtation. “Looking for something special, miss?” he asked, his voice smooth as his eyes lingered on Jake’s curves. The attention sent a shiver of discomfort through the transformed man, but he shoved the list toward the clerk.

“I need these items, exactly as listed,” Jake said, his masculine voice distorting the clerk’s assumptions. “Make it quick. I don’t want to be here all day.”

The store attendant stood in confusion for a moment before his smile softened, looking Jake up and down again. “Wow, you look great. If you could work on your voice, no one would know your secret.” The man winked at Jake, prompting him to shudder. He looked down at the list and bit his lower lip. “I love it, going all out. Follow me, and I’ll get you sorted.”

Jake’s jaw tightened, his pink nails clenching the credit card in his pocket. Still, he nodded, following the clerk to a rack of clothing, giving over control of the list to the stranger.

An hour later, Jake slumped into a chair in the mall’s dining court, exhausted after visiting the various outlets around the building. Eight shopping bags were piled at his feet, their contents a burden he refused to think about. He sipped a creamy vanilla milkshake, its cool sweetness a fleeting comfort against the day’s humiliations. The court buzzed with chatter around him, but he kept his head down in the hope of avoiding more stares, and the surrounding patrons obliged for the most part.

However, his peace and quiet didn’t last forever. A chubby man in his 30s, radiating bold confidence in a snug button-up shirt, strutted over, his grin wide and intrusive. “Hey, gorgeous, you look like you need some company,” he said, leaning closer to Jake’s table, his eyes fixed on the curves straining beneath Jake’s top, oblivious to the hacker’s discomfort.

“Get lost,” Jake snapped, his voice sharp and unmistakably masculine. The stranger froze, his eyes narrowing as he studied Jake’s face more closely, a flicker of realization dawning on his gaze.

“You’re a guy?” the man said, his tone shifting to disgust as he stepped back. “What a freak!” He turned sharply, storming away from the dining court as if he had just been spat at, his heavy steps echoing with muttered insults. The word “freak” seared into Jake's mind, his cheeks burning with a mix of anger and humiliation. The man was right, Jake thought. Ethan’s technology had turned him into a freak, and he was here playing along with the game.

A heavy sigh escaped Jake as he leaned back, swirling the last of his milkshake as he tried to get the stranger’s crude voice out of his mind. The bags at his feet felt like a feminizing taunt, a reminder of how much his life had changed since he attempted to hack the Futurtech servers. His pink nails tapped the table, his mind racing with the idea of the cameras in his apartment, Ethan’s relentless surveillance. Jake was a smart man, and he’d figure out a way to regain control, but he knew it would be all the harder if his every move was being watched. Gathering the bags, Jake stood and strode toward the exit. He’d follow the asshole’s instructions for now, but he knew the fight wasn’t over.

❖

Monday morning cast a pale glow through Jake’s bedroom window, and he stood before his dresser, holding the dress code memo Kellie had left for him. His green eyes scanned the list of expected attire for his first day as Ethan’s new Personal Assistant, each requirement a fresh stab at his pride. The hacker’s inflated breasts were braless and strained against a loose t-shirt, their heavy curves reminding him of his transformation with every slight movement. His acrylic pink nails shimmered as he clutched the paper. “This is all bullshit,” he muttered to himself, his voice sharp with anger. “That son of a bitch can’t expect me to walk out in public wearing that!”

The platinum blond man tossed the memo aside, shaking his head as he paced the room, his bare feet silent on the floor. “I’ve signed a contract to be his PA, not a damn stripper. A suit is professional enough,” he said aloud, as if he was attempting to convince himself of the right thing to do. “A blazer and trousers will do the trick. At least it’ll show the bastard that I won’t obey every instruction he gives me.” Jake struggled to balance his rebellious nature and hatred for his new boss with his need to appease the billionaire to avoid more severe punishments.

Sitting at his dresser, Jake’s thoughts spiraled inward. “Just one year,” he whispered, his voice strained, almost a plea to himself. “Ethan promised he’d change me back after a year.” The words felt empty. He knew Ethan’s promises were as trustworthy as a virus-ridden server, and he had no idea if the arrogant CEO would stay true to his word. The nanobots in his body had stripped him of his height, his masculinity, his control, forcing him into this humiliating role. Until he could figure out a way to change himself back on his own, he had to play along to avoid worse transformations. “I’ll find a way,” he murmured. “I’ll break his hold, no matter what it takes.”

A sharp gasp broke from Jake’s lips as he returned from his own mind and caught his reflection, his heart lurching at the stranger staring back. His platinum hair was teased up, loose curls framing his face, accentuating a shockingly made-up visage. Dark eyelashes fluttered, enhanced by red shadow blending across his eyelids, while rouge blush gave his cheeks a feminine glow. Dark red lipliner outlined his lips, making them appear fuller, filled with a glossy red lipstick that shimmered enticingly. He hadn’t felt his hands move, hadn’t noticed the brushes or applicators, yet the makeup was flawless, as if crafted by a professional. “What the fuck?” he whispered in disbelief, his pink nails hovering near his face, frozen in shock.

Reaching for a remove pad, Jake’s hand froze, a deep unease twisting in his gut like a severe anxious dread, halting him from wiping away the feminized mask. The sensation was suffocating, as if Ethan’s nanobots were gripping Jake’s very will, enforcing compliance. Before the hacker could react, his legs moved of their own accord, carrying him to the closet, where his hands pulled out an outfit from the shopping bags he’d stashed away. The blond man fought to resist, his mind screaming against the betrayal, but his body obeyed the silent commands, and there was nothing Jake could do to stop it.

Ten minutes later, Jake stood before the full-length mirror, his jaw dropping at the transformed figure staring back. A semi-transparent blouse now clung to his frame, revealing the delicate lace of a white half-cup bra that lifted his noticeable breasts, showcasing a generous swell of cleavage through the low, unbuttoned neckline. An unbuttoned tailored black jacket draped over his shoulders, adding a deceptive hint of professionalism, while a thigh-length black miniskirt hugged his hips. Dark hold-up stockings shimmered against the feminized man’s legs, paired with 4-inch patent black heels that forced an adjusted posture, just like those damned locked stilettos had a few days ago. The ensemble was a perfect picture of slutty feminine professionalism.

Jake’s fingers twitched toward the blouse’s buttons, desperate to tear it off and reclaim a shred of his autonomy. However, the same gut-wrenching unease surged within him, locking his hands in place, as if an invisible force had chained his will. The stockings clung to his thighs, their silky texture teasing his skin, while the bra’s lace grazed his sensitive breasts. “Fuck you, Ethan,” Jake cussed, glancing up at the corner of his bedroom despite not knowing if there was even a hidden camera around.

The hacker once again attempted to peel off his outfit, but his hands refused to obey. Whatever that asshole had done, he had injected some kind of debilitating anxiety when it came to changing into anything else for work. Ethan had Jake by the balls, literally, and there was nothing the new PA could do about it.

“Fuck this,” Jake muttered resolutely, the red lipstick making his curse words appear juvenile and out of place. He turned from the mirror, the new heels clicking sharply as he stormed out of the bedroom, the miniskirt clinging to his upper thighs with each step. The outfit was a prison and a reminder of the billionaire’s control. He knew he had to face the music, and Ethan would do whatever he could to make the day as uncomfortable for Jake as possible. With one final sigh, the feminized man tottered toward his door and left his apartment, allowing the world to see him fully feminized for the first time as he dreaded the start of his new ‘career.’

❖

Jake’s heels clicked as he stepped onto the executive floor of the Futurtech headquarters in Manhattan. He paused before Ethan’s office door at the head of the corridor, his pink nails tightening around the handle as he knocked with the other hand. The door slid open, and he entered, his stomach twisting at the sight of Ethan Keller leaning back in his leather chair, a smug grin spreading across his face. The billionaire’s blond hair caught the morning light, his blue eyes glinting with amusement as he took in Jake’s ‘improved’ presence. “Well, well, Jade,” Ethan taunted. “You look perfect. I knew you were born for administration.”

The hacker’s jaw clenched in fury, his eyes blazing in anger. “What the hell did you do to me?” he demanded, the memory of his involuntary transformation in his bedroom fresh in his mind. “Why could I wear anything except this? What the fuck are you doing to my head?”

The CEO chuckled, placing his feet up on the desk casually as if he owned the world. “That’s just a little security feature, Jade,” he said, his tone dripping with condescension. “The nanobots ensure you look presentable for work. If you’d willingly chosen something from the permitted list, it wouldn’t have kicked in. But you had to be stubborn, didn’t you? Now you look perfect.”

Ethan leaned back, his grin widening as he folded his arms, his mustard yellow suit shifting with the motion. “I assume my former PA caught you up on everything you need to know, Jade,” he said mockingly. “Your desk is right outside my office, ready for you to take over her role seamlessly.”

“Don’t call me that!” the feminized man snapped, his fists clenching. “My name’s Jake, and you’ll at least talk to me with respect. I’m not your fucking servant, Ethan.”

The CEO raised an eyebrow, his amusement unshaken as he casually reached for his phone and tapped away joyously. “Still fighting, I see,” he said antagonistically. A sudden tickle flared in Jake’s throat, forcing a cough that sent a jolt of alarm through him. “Why don’t you introduce yourself properly, Jade?”

Jake shuddered as his instincts screamed that he was being set up. He opened his mouth, intending to declare, “I am Jake Parker,” but a soft, sweet, feminine voice spilled out instead. “Good morning, Sir. My name is Jade,” he said, his eyes widening in horror as the words betrayed him. He tried again in desperation. “My name is Jake—” but the sugary tone repeated, “My name is Jade.” His hands flew to his throat, unable to convey what he had intended to say.

Ethan’s laugh erupted into a hysterical cackle that filled the office with a mocking echo. “Oh, that’s great,” he said, his eyes glancing at his phone with pride. “Don’t worry, Jade, that charming voice is just for work hours. Once your time for the day is up, and you’re away from the building, that tone will fade, and you’ll be able to say whatever you like. However, here, you’ll speak just like that.” He stroked his phone like a supervillain declaring his nefarious plan. “It didn’t have to come to this, but your resistance isn’t helping your case.”

“Change it back, Sir,” Jake demanded, the feminine voice making his plea sound submissive, the “Sir” slipping out against his will. The feminized man’s cheeks flushed with humiliation, but there was nothing he could do. He looked down at the man’s phone. Ethan appeared to be controlling everything through that. Perhaps if he found a way to gain possession of the cell, he would be able to reverse everything.

The billionaire’s grin sharpened, ignoring the demand as he leaned back in his chair. “You’re dismissed, Jade,” he mocked, waving a hand with casual arrogance. “Get to your desk and start working. Don’t disappoint me.” His tone was final, and Jake found his retort disappear in his throat.

The new Personal Assistant stormed out of the office, and he approached the wooden desk just outside Ethan’s door, his pink nails trembling as he sat down and powered up the PC. The curious stares of other executive PAs were noticeable, their eyes flicking with confusion and judgment, but he kept his focus on the screen, determined to block them out. The inbox loaded, revealing half a dozen meeting and appointment requests, each one demanding immediate attention. Jake attempted to filter out his humiliation and put his analytical mind to work as he began scheduling the requests.

An hour later, the phone rang, and Jake answered it instinctively, his voice emerging soft and submissive. “Good morning, Ethan Keller’s office, this is Jade,” he said, wincing at the recitation of his adopted name. “How may I help you?” The transformed man hated the sweet, feminine lilt in his voice, but he transferred the call to his new boss nonetheless and placed the handset down. He turned back to the screen and focused on his current tasks, forwarding emails that had accumulated over the weekend to various departments.

A man in his late 40s stepped out of the elevator, his well-fitted navy blue suit and slicked-back black hair radiating arrogance. He strode toward Ethan’s office, but Jake’s voice piped up. “Excuse me, sir, do you have an appointment?” he cringed as the “sir” slipped out involuntarily, making his rouge cheeks burn with fresh humiliation.

The man, Richard, turned with a confident grin, his eyes lingering on Jake’s form with bold interest. “Well, aren’t you a doll,” he said sleazily. “Almost as pretty as the old secretary. Kelsie, wasn’t it? What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Jake shuddered at the way the man spoke to him. How the hell did women put up with this shit? “Jade, sir,” he said, his name spilling out automatically. The word “sir” felt like ash on his tongue, but he couldn’t control himself; it was as though there was an automatic translator connected between his mind and mouth.

Richard’s grin widened, leaning closer. “Nice to meet you, Jade,” he said, his tone dripping with suggestion. “Ethan and I go way back. I don’t need an appointment.”

The man turned toward the office, but Jake’s voice stopped him, still sickeningly sweet. “Sir, my boss is in an important phone meeting right now. I can’t allow you to enter.”

The man chuckled, stepping closer to the sexily dressed PA, his breath warm and intrusive. “Oh, is that right? Well, maybe you and I should have a private meeting in the restroom while we wait,” he said with predatory intent. Jake’s heart raced, panic building as the man’s proximity trapped him against his workstation, unable to pull away.

Ethan’s door slid open in the nick of time, and the billionaire stepped out, his grin broad as he clapped Richard on the shoulder, pulling him into a hearty hug. “Richard, always good to see you. I see you’ve met my new PA,” Ethan chuckled with amusement. “Jade’s settling in nicely.”

Richard laughed, returning the clap on the back before turning his stare back toward Jake. “Yeah, we’ve met. I still prefer the old one, though,” he joked teasingly.

The CEO’s eyes narrowed with amusement as he gestured toward his office. “Give it time, Richard,” he said teasingly, looking Jake’s feminine form up and down. “This one will grow on you.” The two men laughed, their camaraderie prompting Jake’s boiling rage to simmer. They disappeared into the office, the office door sliding shut behind them as Jake tried to recover from the disgusting interaction. This was just day one. How the hell could he survive 364 more of these?

Returning to his screen, Jake refocused on work. He rescheduled a clashed meeting for tomorrow morning, before filing away several sensitive documents into the firm’s secure digital storage folders. The hacker almost attempted to open them, but knew they likely had an event log built into them, so he resisted his natural instincts.

Five minutes later, the elevator doors slid open, and Jake’s eyes widened in genuine shock. Ethan’s former PA, Kellie, stepped out, but she was unrecognizable from the casually dressed woman he had argued with in his apartment, or even the subtly provocative secretary outfit she had worn last week. Her current outfit was outrageous and wildly inappropriate for the office. He thought his attire was bad, but it was nothing compared to what the auburn-haired woman found herself in. “Kellie?” he said, his feminine voice soft and questioning, unable to mask his disbelief at her transformed appearance.

“Don’t!” Kellie snapped sharply, her posture rigid with shame as she avoided his gaze. She tottered past him and disappeared into Ben Miller’s outfit. Jake stared after her, his heart sinking as he processed her reaction.

What could force Kellie into such an outrageous appearance? Jake’s mind raced. Whatever Ethan had over her to force her to comply with that must have been severe. Is this what she meant when she told him that Jake had no idea what Ethan was capable of? Whatever it was, it was clear that Jake wasn’t the only one stuck in a trapped situation. Shaking his platinum-haired head, Jake wondered to himself. If he could convince Kellie to work with him, perhaps they had a chance at breaking free of the psychopath’s control. The new PA went back to work, hopeful that the tides would shortly turn.

End of Chapter Four