[TG] Get What You Deserve - Part 4

The next few days were a blur, so much so that they were in fact, weeks passing. I tried and failed to find the witch who had changed me with no success. Even searching the internet gave me nothing but rumours and fetish forums. Apparently turning into a woman was a dream for some men, not me though. Not that I hated it or anything, but the entire purpose of this change had been for selfish reasons. Now whenever I looked at my beautiful face and curves I felt nothing but guilt. 

I found myself missing Ashton all the more; ‘Dahlia” had no family or friends. Sure, I hadn't had any real friends before but that made things sting all the more. Nobody came looking for me after I apparently disappeared; I’d always known my life was empty but I assumed that if I just dropped off the face of the Earth at least one person would notice. Apparently not. 

Then there was the money issue; even when vowing to turn over a new leaf I couldn't escape money. Dahlia had no job, no references and all of three outfits, including the one Ashton had bought for me. I started selling off my old male clothes, the ones that were nice enough anyway, then other things I found around my apartment. 

On some level, I knew selling the dress would be the smartest option; it wasn't like I had anywhere I could wear something that nice again. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Every time I picked up the shimmering fabric I remembered that date at the aquarium, all the fish swimming around us with the light reflecting off the beads. It felt magical; I wished I could have fully appreciated it while I had the chance. 

I folded the dress carefully and kept it in my lap, stroking the fabric like a cat while skimming job advertisements. Everything required references or verifiable experience; none of which I could fake. For a moment I considered buying cheap phones and practising fake voices to be my own references but I had so little money it wasn’t worth the risk. Finally, my eyes skimmed over an option; an entry level internship working admin at…Smart Green Energy.

Ashton’s company. 

I swallowed nervously and hit apply. 

~

The job was hard but the pay was decent; I’d had just enough left in my account to buy some business attire for the interview and luckily, the fact that I accidentally bought a blouse a size too small worked in my favour. I think I could have said anything to the man interviewing me and he would have still given me the job; his eyes never left my chest for the whole interview. 

It wasn’t easy at first. The office was a sleek, modern high-rise in the heart of the city, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered breathtaking views. My desk was on the twenty-second floor, nestled among the cubicles of the administrative team. The work was straightforward but demanding—answering phones, managing schedules, and handling the endless stream of paperwork that came my way. By the end of each day my feet were aching after walking back and forth across the office in heels; but at least it was better than waiting tables. 

Most importantly, I had money again. Enough to pay my rent and bills while slowly filling my wardrobe with more clothing options to suit my new body. Now that it was more than just a means to an end I was starting to take the time to appreciate it a bit more. My new womanly body had so many interesting aspects to it I hadn’t appreciated before. The subtle curve in and out from my bust to my hips, the little dimple on my left cheek when I smiled genuinely, the errant strand of hair that curled down the side of my face. All little features that gave my new appearance character. 

I also found out just how frustrating it was to shop as a woman; why was a size 6 not the same across all stores? In some places I was as tiny as a 3 and in others as large as a 10, no wonder women got complexes about their weight. When the woman at the department store handed me a size 12 I’d been ready to punch her. Still, I was starting to find my style, professionally at least. With blouses and tight skirts that helped me to show off my body and feel confident without being too over the top. 

Work helped keep me distracted as well. Late at night I’d lie in bed, half awake, dreaming of Ashton. The dreams sometimes had me waking up flushed with my pussy warm and wet. I’d take a cold shower and do my best to rationalise it; I’d been focusing on seducing him, of course my brain would wander there occasionally. But that kiss in the limo haunted me with how good it felt. 

Sometimes I would dream of working at my little desk when all of a sudden, he would appear and the next thing I knew I was bent over double, letting me pound into me right there on the office floor. God, it turned me on so badly; luckily, Ashton rarely came to my floor. But of course, that luck couldn’t last forever. 

I was sorting papers when it happened, the familiar sound of Ashton’s voice met my ears and I froze in place. My heart skipped a beat, and I glanced up to see him talking to a group of executives. He looked sharp in his tailored suit, his expression focused and serious. As he laughed at something one of them said, I felt a pang of nostalgia.

"Dahlia, could you bring these reports to Mr. Anderson's office?" my supervisor asked, handing me a thick folder.

"Of course," I replied, taking the folder and making my way down the hall.

As I approached Mr. Anderson's office, I realised Ashton was standing right outside, engaged in conversation. I hesitated for a moment, but then took a deep breath and walked forward.

"Excuse me," I said softly, trying to avoid eye contact. "I have these reports for Mr. Anderson."

Ashton turned at the sound of my voice, his eyes widening slightly in surprise, then narrowing in suspicion. 

"Dahlia," he said, his tone neutral but polite. "I didn't realise you were working here. How are you?"

"I'm good, thank you," I replied, managing a small smile. "Just keeping busy."

He nodded, and for a moment, it seemed like he wanted to say more. But then he simply stepped aside to let me pass. I delivered the reports and quickly left the office, my heart racing.Back at my desk, I tried to focus on my work, but my mind kept drifting back to Ashton. Then, almost as if I had summoned him with my thoughts he was there, right in front of my tiny desk.

“Come with me.” 

Everybody was looking and whispering, why was the big man of the company talking to an administration assistant? I had no choice but to follow him through the office to the elevator where he slammed his hand against the top floor button a little too hard. 

“Why are you here?” He asked, as soon as the doors closed.

“Working.” I replied honestly. “I-”

“Is this some sort of ploy? He cut in, “To try and win me back by making me feel sorry for you?”

“N-no! I just couldn't find any other work and-”

“Really? This company was the one place? You couldn’t find a restaurant to work in?”

“I don’t have any references.” I said. “There was more to the story than I let on but I didn’t think it was important.”

Ashton gave me a pained look for a moment. 

“Do you know how hard this is? I am in love with a woman who didn't exist, how do I know if any of the things you told me were true? If you lied about such huge things you were hardly going to tell me your real favourite film or opinion on anything.”

“Those were true.” I insisted. “I know you have no reason to believe me but…when I was with you I found it hard to lie. I got so caught up in our conversations and your company that I fell into being myself a lot of the time.”

Ashton’s face looked pained, like he desperately wanted to believe me. 

“I’ve been thinking about you lately.” he admitted after a while. “I dream about you, about that night in the limo…”

“Me too.”

“What I need is closure.” Ashton sighed. “Here’s the deal. Tonight, come to my office and tell me everything, you said there was more to the story, I want the whole thing.”

“And then what?” My voice was breathy and so full of hope. I could feel it swelling inside me even though I wasn't exactly sure what it was I was hoping for. 

“Then, we can go our separate ways. You can keep working here, I won't bother or impede you and maybe I can finally move on.”

I felt myself deflate and in that moment I realised what I had been hoping for; a second chance. I wanted Ashton, more than just physically was I…was I starting to fall in love with a man? Had the spell changed that much, or had this side of me always existed, I couldn’t be sure. Still I couldn’t deny him; Ashton deserved the truth, even if it would humiliate and damn me. 

“Alright, I’ll come to your office when I finish for the day.”

“No. Wait until everybody else is going home. I don’t want to have to answer questions from my secretary.”

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. This was going to be a very, very long shift. 

~

If I had ever been more nervous, I couldn’t remember. The sun had set, bathing the entire penthouse office suite in purple and gold light as I stepped inside. Ashton was sitting behind his desk, tie loose around his collar and a glass of whiskey in his hands, he looked tired but there was something else reflected in his eyes. Something between hope and anger that sent a shiver down my spine. 

“Take a seat.” He indicated to the plush chair across from his desk and I sat there, spine rigid with nerves as he handed me my own tumbler of whiskey. 

The alcohol burned down my throat but I didn’t care; liquid courage was needed for what I was about to do. 

“Alright, Dahlia.” He sighed, sadly, “Just tell me everything.”I need to know what possessed you to do this and who knows maybe I will figure out the real you.”

“Alright.”

I took a deep breath and began; starting with my resentment at my old job, the bitterness and then moving on to the witch and the plan. I gave every detail I could think of, not wanting a single stain on my conscience. As I talked I felt the guilt somehow grow and lighten at the same time and I drank down three more glasses of whiskey to get through the tale. Ashton was silent throughout, drinking deeply and keeping his face natural even when his eyes burned with emotion. When I was finally done I drained my drink and waited. 

After a few moments Ashton stood and rounded the desk, leaning back against it casually and leaning over slightly so he loomed tall in my vision. I felt very much like a kid at the principal's office. 

“Do you expect me to believe any of that?” 

“Wha-it’s the truth!” 

“Witches? Magic? You expect me to believe you’re really a man and that you just so happened to find a witch who randomly changed you into a beautiful woman? How stupid do you think I am!” His voice raised and his face turned flush. “I give you this chance to come clean and you…you give me this fantasy! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“It’s the truth!” I stood, coming face to face. “That wasn't easy for me to admit! I just laid myself bare for you and now you’re yelling at me.”

“Oh please, you’re either deluded or cruel, maybe both.”

We were close enough that I could smell the whiskey on his breath and feel his body heat radiating against mine. 

“It's all true, Ashton. I swear it.” 

His lips were so close, maybe it was my imagination but I swore he was getting closer. 

“Such a liar…” He murmured, swallowing. “Why can't I stop thinking about you?”

I licked my lips, the whiskey was going to my head. All those dreams of being close to him, of finally feeling his body inside mine came flooding back and I felt myself throwing caution to the wind. 

“I want you.”

His lips were on mine the second the words escaped. It wasn't like my dreams though, there was no gentleness. He gripped me hard and I did the same right back. We didn't gently explore one another, no, our kisses were fast, hard and full of anger. 

“Dammit, you drive me insane.”

“Fuck, Ashton, we can't stop now…”

My body was on fire, his hands unbuttoned my blouse and found their way inside, squeezing my tits hard enough that the pleasure was tinged with pain that somehow made it feel that much better. I moaned and Ashton shuddered at the sound. 

“This doesn't mean anything.” he said hurriedly through kisses and we tore at each other's clothes. “It doesn't mean anything at all, I don’t even like you. I hate you, gods but you drive me wild.”

“I don't care, just don’t stop.”

His hands were pulling at my skirt, shoving it down around my legs along with my pantyhose. His fingers found their way between my legs and for a moment I saw white; the pleasure was so total and intense I could do nothing but buck my hips against him and moan desperately. This is what my body had been craving. His hands cupped my ass and lifted me right off the ground and onto his desk where I leaned back and spread them wide. My lipids felt bruised from kissing and I was panting in an effort to catch my breath. Ashton stood before me, shirt open and fly undone and he gathered his length in his hand. The image was the single hottest thing I had ever seen and I burned it into my memory. 

He waited for a moment, eyes locking with mine as if to give me a chance to stop this but that was the last thing on my mind; instead, I just nodded and he surged forward. The sound that escaped me was almost animalistic; something between a moan and a cry of joy. Feeling him thrust into me in one powerful movement was unlike any pleasure I had ever experienced. 

Without any hesitation I rolled my hips to meet his and wrapped my legs around his waist. He was thrusting hard and fast; this wasn't ovemaking,t his was hate fucking and it was so damn sexy. The pleasure between my legs began to grow and my moans turned high pitched and breathy.

“Cum for me. Come on, I want to see you lose it. I was to see the real you.”

“Ih fuck, Ashton…”

“That’s it, say my name.”

“Ashton! Ashton Oh…oooooh fuck, A-Ashton!”

I kept repeating his name, over and over as I got closer and closer to cumming. How many times had I pictured these roles reversed? Ashton begging for mercy as I fucked his brains out. I’d planned on getting off watching this rich man turn to putty in my hands; instead I was the one who had let go of control. Finally, my whole body seemed to go rigid and still as the pleasure finally peaked and then; there was nothing but ecstasy. 

Somewhere in the back of my mind I was aware that Ashton was pulling out, groaning as he came all down my leg. The sound was low and utterly sexy. I wanted to file it away along with that mental image of him standing over me but I was too blissed out from my own orgasm. 

When we finally came back to ourselves we were breathing heavily, clinging to one another on the desk trying to catch our breath. Ashton’s warm body crushed up against mine and for a second I felt a sense of belonging, like this was where I was supposed to be. Then Ashton, and that feeling, were gone. He pulled back sharply as if I’d burned him and cleared his throat.

“That didn’t mean anything.” He said roughly. “I just, hormones or something, I don’t know. It didn’t mean a damn thing, got it.This won’t be happening again.”

I swallowed, and slowly reached down to pull my clothes on, doing my best to wipe the cum from my leg in a way that didn’t stain. 

“There, closure.” I said roughly. “For both of us.”

“Exactly.”

There was silence for a moment, neither of us knew what to say. Finally Ashton motioned to the door and I slipped out, heading to the elevator without another word. My mind was reeling and my body still shivering with the afterglow and memory of Ashton inside me. Despite what he said, and his rage toward me, something told me that wouldn’t be the last time we saw each other. 

~

This story will still have it's happy, romantic ending. However, it is going to take me a while to get there, rather than rushing it, this story will be continuing next month so I don't have to rush!