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With Mark's face still flushed with embarrassment, he finally finished painting Lucy's toenails, hoping that the ordeal would finally be over. However, Lucy had other plans in mind.

She pulled her foot back and grinned mischievously at Mark. "You know Mark, I think you’re getting the hang of this," Lucy began, her tone dripping with tease, "it would be such a shame to leave you out of the fun. I think you should give yourself a fresh pedicure while you’re down there."

Mark's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He glanced around the office, hoping for a way out, but Lucy had him cornered. He could do nothing but swallow another nervous gulp of pride as he slowly nodded his head in submission.

"That's the spirit, Mikaela.” she said with a triumphant smirk, having noticed Mark’s earlier reaction to Olivia’s teasing. The very sound stinging him with emasculation, as yet more embarrassing memories from school came flooding back to him. “I think the new intern has the right idea about you, doesn’t she?"

Mark could say nothing in response, he simply hung his head low in a bid to avoid her piercing gaze. With trembling hands, he began to delicately apply the bright red polish to his own toenails. Watching in horror, as he slowly transformed his feet into an exact copy of his secretaries. He couldn't believe how absurd and emasculating the situation had become, how had it come to this?

Finally, he finished painting his toenails, and he and Lucy sat there, each with matching bright red nails glistening under the office lights. Mark began to shyly reach for Lucy’s shoes, hoping to conceal one layer of humiliation with another. But as he did so, Lucy suddenly leapt to her feet in a hurry.

"Sorry babe, I need to pop out for a bit. You better take care of my duties while I'm gone, you wouldn’t want to upset Miss Taylor now..."

Mark was taken aback. He had never been in this position before, and now, stuck with painted toenails and Lucy's shoes, she expected him to do her work?

"W.. what? You need to stay here" he stammered in complaint, “a... and what about your shoes?” but it only came out as a pitiful whine.

Lucy paid him no attention, she simply scooped up his own discarded trainers in response and hurried out the door. He was in no state to follow her. Reluctantly, Mark slid into her still-warm chair, and tried to focus on his new-found secretarial duties.

Minutes ticked by, and Mark attempted to concentrate on the tasks at hand, but he couldn't help but constantly fidget in her chair. He was overwhelmed with a mix of discomfort and humiliation at his current situation. Here he was, at Lucy's desk, doing her work, wearing her shoes, and with matching crimson toenails to boot.

Before long, he suddenly heard the voices of Miss Taylor and her intern returning to the office. A wave of panic washed over him, and he quickly slid his feet under the desk in a desperate bid to keep his painted toenails hidden.

Miss Taylor, in her usual commanding manner, thrust open the door and confidently strode into the center of the room. Olivia hurriedly walked beside her, taking notes as the two exchanged ideas. Then, as if noticing Mark for the first time, Victoria glanced downwards, her expression a mixture of confusion and amusement. "Mark, what on earth is going on here?"

Mark blushed deeply, as he tried to deflect the comment, "I… I’m just filling in for Lucy while she's away."

However, Olivia the intern, couldn't resist a teasing comment. "Well, well, Mark, it seems the shoes make the man. Have you found your true calling as a secretary?"

Miss Taylor then made her way over to Mark’s desk. The powerful clicking of her heels sent a fresh wave of dread down his spine. She placed a strong hand on his shoulder and glared down sternly at his computer screen. With sudden horror, Mark realized what was in front of him. His screen was filled with beauty blogs, Instagram posts, and fashion websites that Lucy had left open.

"Mark," she said with a disapproving tone, "we have important work to do, and I find it hard to believe that shopping for clothes is part of your duties."

Mark's face turned even redder as he stammered, "No, Miss Taylor, it's not. I was just... um... closing those tabs for Lucy."

The women in the office shared a knowing look, and Mark couldn't help but feel like the butt of an ongoing joke. They never complained when Lucy perused these websites, but now that he was in the secretary's chair, they seemed all too eager to treat him like a ditzy office assistant. He slunk down in his chair, overwhelmed by humiliation.

Part 3

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Part 1

With Mark's face still flushed with embarrassment, he finally finished painting Lucy's toenails, hoping that the ordeal would finally be over. However, Lucy had other plans in mind.

She pulled her foot back and grinned mischievously at Mark. "You know Mark, I think you’re getting the hang of this," Lucy began, her tone dripping with tease, "it would be such a shame to leave you out of the fun. I think you should give yourself a fresh pedicure while you’re down there."

Mark's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He glanced around the office, hoping for a way out, but Lucy had him cornered. He could do nothing but swallow another nervous gulp of pride as he slowly nodded his head in submission.

"That's the spirit, Mikaela.” she said with a triumphant smirk, having noticed Mark’s earlier reaction to Olivia’s teasing. The very sound stinging him with emasculation, as yet more embarrassing memories from school came flooding back to him. “I think the new intern has the right idea about you, doesn’t she?"

Mark could say nothing in response, he simply hung his head low in a bid to avoid her piercing gaze. With trembling hands, he began to delicately apply the bright red polish to his own toenails. Watching in horror, as he slowly transformed his feet into an exact copy of his secretaries. He couldn't believe how absurd and emasculating the situation had become, how had it come to this?

Finally, he finished painting his toenails, and he and Lucy sat there, each with matching bright red nails glistening under the office lights. Mark began to shyly reach for Lucy’s shoes, hoping to conceal one layer of humiliation with another. But as he did so, Lucy suddenly leapt to her feet in a hurry.

"Sorry babe, I need to pop out for a bit. You better take care of my duties while I'm gone, you wouldn’t want to upset Miss Taylor now..."

Mark was taken aback. He had never been in this position before, and now, stuck with painted toenails and Lucy's shoes, she expected him to do her work?

"W.. what? You need to stay here" he stammered in complaint, “a... and what about your shoes?” but it only came out as a pitiful whine.

Lucy paid him no attention, she simply scooped up his own discarded trainers in response and hurried out the door. He was in no state to follow her. Reluctantly, Mark slid into her still-warm chair, and tried to focus on his new-found secretarial duties.

Minutes ticked by, and Mark attempted to concentrate on the tasks at hand, but he couldn't help but constantly fidget in her chair. He was overwhelmed with a mix of discomfort and humiliation at his current situation. Here he was, at Lucy's desk, doing her work, wearing her shoes, and with matching crimson toenails to boot.

Before long, he suddenly heard the voices of Miss Taylor and her intern returning to the office. A wave of panic washed over him, and he quickly slid his feet under the desk in a desperate bid to keep his painted toenails hidden.

Miss Taylor, in her usual commanding manner, thrust open the door and confidently strode into the center of the room. Olivia hurriedly walked beside her, taking notes as the two exchanged ideas. Then, as if noticing Mark for the first time, Victoria glanced downwards, her expression a mixture of confusion and amusement. "Mark, what on earth is going on here?"

Mark blushed deeply, as he tried to deflect the comment, "I… I’m just filling in for Lucy while she's away."

However, Olivia the intern, couldn't resist a teasing comment. "Well, well, Mark, it seems the shoes make the man. Have you found your true calling as a secretary?"

Miss Taylor then made her way over to Mark’s desk. The powerful clicking of her heels sent a fresh wave of dread down his spine. She placed a strong hand on his shoulder and glared down sternly at his computer screen. With sudden horror, Mark realized what was in front of him. His screen was filled with beauty blogs, Instagram posts, and fashion websites that Lucy had left open.

"Mark," she said with a disapproving tone, "we have important work to do, and I find it hard to believe that shopping for clothes is part of your duties."

Mark's face turned even redder as he stammered, "No, Miss Taylor, it's not. I was just... um... closing those tabs for Lucy."

The women in the office shared a knowing look, and Mark couldn't help but feel like the butt of an ongoing joke. They never complained when Lucy perused these websites, but now that he was in the secretary's chair, they seemed all too eager to treat him like a ditzy office assistant. He slunk down in his chair, overwhelmed by humiliation.

Part 3