HOME | DD

Description

"Why you thought you'd ever get ahead here dressing like that, I'll never know."

Renee hadn't gotten that promotion. She was the newest girl at the company, and some of the secretaries had been waiting for years for a promotion. Renee had never had a real shot. Instead, Kiera, who Renee had thought was one of her friends, had gotten the promotion, and things had only gotten worse for Renee.

"But, all the other girls dress like this too," Renee protested.

Kiera scoffed. "That's no excuse. If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you? Probably, you dumb bimbo."

Renee's mouth hung open, shocked at the way this woman who had once been a friend was talking to her. She wasn't a dumb bimbo! She was educated and had like, years of experience! Her appearance didn't make her any less smart or qualified. True, she had been dressing and acting a lot more...like a bimbo, lately, but that didn't mean anything. All the girls in the secretary pool were like her.

"Make yourself useful and get me a coffee, bimbo," Kiera said, before turning and walking into her office.

Too stunned to reply or fight, Renee went and got her new boss a coffee, setting it carefully on Kiera's desk.

"Thanks, cutie. Now get to work. This paprework isn't going to sort itself."

Renee never thought she'd truly miss Vanessa as a boss, but she missed her a lot now. Kiera was horrible to her, for some reason. None of the other girls got this treatment. So why her? At least she was still friends with the other secretaries. But what was she going to do now that the position she'd been working for this whole year was out of reach? What options did she have? She felt stuck, especially since her tits had blossomed into big DDs and working out with the girls had given her a figure to die for. Was there any going back? She was in for more bad news when she got home that day.

Renne got home, grabbed herself some apple slices and peanut butter, took off her heels, and sat down on the couch to watch Love Island, her usual after work ritual these days. But, Laura came out of her room, followed by her boyfriend, Kyle. They'd been dating for 8 months now, and Kyle was here more often than not these days. But, the way they came and sat down next to Renee had her worried.

"Renee, we have something to tell you," Laura started.

"Um...okay?"

"Well, I'm going to move in with Kyle next month."

Renee smiled. "That's great, sis! Congrats!"

"Thank you! But, well...you'll have to figure out new living arrangements."

Suddenly, the smile fell from Renee's heavily made up face. "Oh. Right."

"Are any of your little secretary friends looking for a roomie?" Kyle asked. Why did he always have to be so condescending?

"Maybe..." Renee sighed.

"I'm sorry, sis," Laura said.

Renee just shrugged. It was what it was. Just another setback in her quest to be a man again. She was starting to think there was no way to go back, unless she wanted to start over from scratch. Like literal scratch. Like, be a hobo. No. It had only been a little over a year. She still had plenty of time to figure things out. After all, there were surgeries and treatments and all kinds of things she could do once she figured out how to get out of her current situation. She'd just have to work hard, and an opportunity would come, she knew it.

Description

"Why you thought you'd ever get ahead here dressing like that, I'll never know."

Renee hadn't gotten that promotion. She was the newest girl at the company, and some of the secretaries had been waiting for years for a promotion. Renee had never had a real shot. Instead, Kiera, who Renee had thought was one of her friends, had gotten the promotion, and things had only gotten worse for Renee.

"But, all the other girls dress like this too," Renee protested.

Kiera scoffed. "That's no excuse. If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you? Probably, you dumb bimbo."

Renee's mouth hung open, shocked at the way this woman who had once been a friend was talking to her. She wasn't a dumb bimbo! She was educated and had like, years of experience! Her appearance didn't make her any less smart or qualified. True, she had been dressing and acting a lot more...like a bimbo, lately, but that didn't mean anything. All the girls in the secretary pool were like her.

"Make yourself useful and get me a coffee, bimbo," Kiera said, before turning and walking into her office.

Too stunned to reply or fight, Renee went and got her new boss a coffee, setting it carefully on Kiera's desk.

"Thanks, cutie. Now get to work. This paprework isn't going to sort itself."

Renee never thought she'd truly miss Vanessa as a boss, but she missed her a lot now. Kiera was horrible to her, for some reason. None of the other girls got this treatment. So why her? At least she was still friends with the other secretaries. But what was she going to do now that the position she'd been working for this whole year was out of reach? What options did she have? She felt stuck, especially since her tits had blossomed into big DDs and working out with the girls had given her a figure to die for. Was there any going back? She was in for more bad news when she got home that day.

Renne got home, grabbed herself some apple slices and peanut butter, took off her heels, and sat down on the couch to watch Love Island, her usual after work ritual these days. But, Laura came out of her room, followed by her boyfriend, Kyle. They'd been dating for 8 months now, and Kyle was here more often than not these days. But, the way they came and sat down next to Renee had her worried.

"Renee, we have something to tell you," Laura started.

"Um...okay?"

"Well, I'm going to move in with Kyle next month."

Renee smiled. "That's great, sis! Congrats!"

"Thank you! But, well...you'll have to figure out new living arrangements."

Suddenly, the smile fell from Renee's heavily made up face. "Oh. Right."

"Are any of your little secretary friends looking for a roomie?" Kyle asked. Why did he always have to be so condescending?

"Maybe..." Renee sighed.

"I'm sorry, sis," Laura said.

Renee just shrugged. It was what it was. Just another setback in her quest to be a man again. She was starting to think there was no way to go back, unless she wanted to start over from scratch. Like literal scratch. Like, be a hobo. No. It had only been a little over a year. She still had plenty of time to figure things out. After all, there were surgeries and treatments and all kinds of things she could do once she figured out how to get out of her current situation. She'd just have to work hard, and an opportunity would come, she knew it.