Ctrl Alt Defeat: A Secretary's Takeover 06

Chapter 6: The New Face of Power

Deeply unsettled by their earlier exchange, Mr Wright followed Mia into the suite's living area, his steps heavy as his transformed body wobbled and jiggled. "Ah, there you are, darling," Madame Maria called out, her voice rich with enthusiasm as she spotted them. "Take a seat over there, would you? We'll get started."

Mia noted the fear in her boss's eyes as he examined the scene - a rare glimpse of vulnerability from a man usually so composed and commanding. Standing awkwardly with his arms folded beneath the bulky mass of his new breasts, he was for once lost for words. Mia, meanwhile, settled herself on the sofa positioned strategically behind him. She didn't want to miss a moment of the next phase of the makeover, wishing she had prepared some popcorn.

“What are you going to do?” Mr Wright asked, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and dread as his gaze fixed warily on the array of equipment and tools set out on the glass coffee table, which now resembled a surgeon’s table.

"We're going to create a masterpiece of beauty," Madame Maria responded with a flourish, her smile wide and assured. "A small change here and there to create a look that will fool Mr Horton into believing you are someone else. That is what you want, isn't it, darling?"

Mr Wright looked uncertain as he turned to Mia for reassurance. She met his gaze with a firm nod, prompting him to proceed. He sighed deeply as he turned back towards Madame Maria, "Yes, we do, but I don’t want.... anything too... drastic or permanent done."

Madame Maria chuckled loudly at his response, a sound that clearly irked the anxious man. “Apart from death and taxes, nothing is permanent, darling,” she quipped, her laughter echoing louder.  “However drastic is what I do, darling. That’s why I’m the best.” 'And the most expensive', Mia thought from her vantage point on the sofa, reminded of the small fortune she had charged to the company credit card. “I make the ordinary extraordinary. Now, shall we begin?”

Mr Wright glanced back at Mia once more, receiving another firm nod from her - a nod that clearly communicated: comply, or your genitals will remain trapped between your legs forever. Folding her legs beneath her to find a comfortable viewing position, Mia couldn't help but smile as she observed the reluctance in Morgan Wright’s beautifully framed eyes. She could almost see the cogs whirling in his brain, searching for an escape route.

However, there would be no escape from the elaborate plan she had devised as Morgan Wright headed towards his feminized fate, still unaware of just how extreme the transformation would be. The power she now held over her formerly domineering boss was intoxicating. She was going to savour every moment of the next few hours, fully aware that today's events would mark the end of her employment, either through dismissal or the company’s dissolution.

With Mr Wright seated, Madame Maria began the procedure by applying a topical anaesthetic to numb his skin. She thoroughly spread the cream across his face while he sat rigidly, his eyes tightly closed as instructed and his long nails digging into the armrests.

Mia noted the anxiety evident on his face. However, after enduring countless sexist remarks and experiencing the frustration of having her ideas constantly dismissed as he drove the once-prosperous company into the ground, she found herself devoid of sympathy. Temporarily setting aside her own preparations for an upcoming meeting, she watched intently as Madame Maria prepared the first syringe filled with specialized filler.

"Just relax, darling," Madame Maria said in a firm yet soothing tone, poking his cheek with her nail to test the numbness. Receiving no response from the ponytailed man, she proceeded with the injections. She first targeted his cheeks, injecting filler at strategic points to enhance their roundness and fullness. After each injection, she gently massaged the area, moulding the sharper contours into smoother curves. Mr Wright flinched with each prick, visibly uncomfortable yet silent, enduring the ordeal.

Mia's eyes widened as she witnessed the transformation unfold. The once masculine lines of her boss's face softened, giving way to fuller, more prominent cheeks - a sight she found unexpectedly thrilling.

Satisfied with the overall look she had achieved, Madame Maria turned her attention to the grimacing man's lips. "This might feel a little strange, darling. Keep your eyes and mouth closed and breathe through your nose, okay?" she instructed, piercing his bottom lip with a syringe and pressing down the plunger to flood his thin lips with the volumizing serum. Enduring injection after injection, Mr Wright's discomfort grew alongside his mouth, which became so pouty and full that Mia wondered if it was possible to overfill lips to the point of bursting.

Mia couldn't look away or suppress her smile as Madame Maria switched to Botox injections. She started at her boss' forehead before moving to eliminate his crow's feet, dispensing small amounts here and there to smooth out any lines and create a tight, firm surface. "Stay still, darling," she directed, her authoritative tone brooking no argument. Working around his eyebrows next, she carefully adjusted their position and shape to a high, arched look on his now taut forehead.

"Flawless, darling," Madame Maria exclaimed as she set down the last syringe. "I’m just going to powder my nose. When I return, we'll make you up and get you dressed. We're almost there, darling. You're going to look fabulous," the flamboyant diva added, departing with a theatrical wave of her hand.

Mia waited with bated breath for her boss' extended lashes to flutter open. When they did, they revealed a look of utter confusion and unease. As Mr Wright came to grips with what had happened, Mia silently observed him struggling to move his face - now firm and stiff from fillers and Botox. His appearance, almost unrecognizable, resembled that of a wannabe Hollywood actress or perhaps even an inflatable sexdoll.

Mr Wright's attempts to speak were hindered by his overinflated lips, which dribbled slightly as he tried to form words. "What the… I needth a mirrorth. Now!" he managed to say, his speech slurred and his breathing strained by the tight corset encircling his waist.

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“Calm down and breathe, Mia,” Mia retorted sharply. “A secretary should never raise her voice in frustration to her boss.”

Mr Wright's head snapped up to meet Mia’s gaze, a look of confusion etched across his altered face. "What didth you justh call me?" he asked, his stupefied expression was made even more comical by his pouting lips.

“From this moment on, we are going to assume our roles for the meeting. That means you will address me as Miss Wright, and I will call you Miss Bishop or Mia.” 

"Whath? No. I don'th liketh this, Mia. God dam ith. My lipths are huge. I can'th speak correctly. I sound like thome thlut bimbo." Mr Wright cried out, raising his long-nailed hands to examine his tightened face.

“It’s Miss Wright from now on. You are Mia, remember?” Mia replied firmly. “And quite frankly, what you like or dislike are of little concern to me,” she continued, echoing a phrase Mr Wright had often used on her. “What’s important is that you finish getting ready, so we can make it to the meeting on time.”

Mr Wright seemed stunned by this reply. His altered face flushed red with anger. “That'sh it! You’re firedth!” he roared, though the words sounded weaker due to the lisp in his voice. "And I promith you that I'm going to maketh sure you never find another job with a title higher than toilet cleanther. Ith that clear?"

Mia glared at the feminized man for a moment before shaking her head. “Very true to form that,” she said coldly. “Letting your emotions cloud your judgment. If you haven't noticed, things have changed. You are now Mia Bishop, the curvaceous secretary to Morgan Wright - that being me. Let me put this simply for you. After today, once we've hopefully secured investment for the company, we'll discuss you buying out my shares at 1.5 times the market value. And here's my promise: if you don’t fully commit to acting like the flirtatious secretary you wanted me to be at this meeting, the key to that chastity device and the video recordings of your makeover from all the hidden cameras I installed,” she paused, pointing to a concealed camera, “will be sent to all your family and friends. Is that clear?”

The room descended into silence, Mia's gaze locked with that of her transformed boss, whose plump lips were slightly parted in astonishment. At that moment, Madame Maria strutted back into the room. “Everything alright in here, darlings? I heard shouting,” she inquired, her tone suggesting she was only mildly concerned.

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“Everything is fine, Madame Maria,” Mia responded, rising from the sofa. “I’m going to finish getting ready. How much longer until Mia here is ready?”

"Thirty minutes, maybe forty-five at most," Madame Maria answered, her eyes darting between the two, clearly sensing the shifted power dynamics.

"Perfect. Let me know if you need anything," Mia said, her tone thick with authority. She then turned to Mr Wright, who sat shell-shocked in his chair. "And you, Mia. Try to behave, won't you? We don’t have time for any more of your womanly emotions today."

With a triumphant smile, Mia exited the room. The satisfaction of her unfolding plan to exact revenge was unfolding beautifully. Saving the company had become secondary; today was about giving Morgan Wright a taste of his own medicine. If he thought women should adhere to a certain stereotype in the workplace, today he would experience first-hand the challenges and scrutiny that came with it.