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     Tim arrived at work early and made coffee.  He noticed some new pink sugar packets and decided to use one in his cup.  He sipped the drink tenderly as he made his way to his cubicle.
     Booting up his computer, he started reading a Maxim magazine and continued to sip his coffee.
     After about ten minutes, he realized wasn't feeling so good. Pulling at the neck of his collar, he fanned himself with a folder. Why was it so hot all of a sudden?  Wasn't this an air conditioned office?
     Feeling his forehead, he was not only on fire but he was sweating heavily.  Smacking his lips, he leaned forward to put his head on his desk.  At least the molded plastic was cool.
     When he went to straighten back up, he felt something brush against his neck.  Swatting at the sensation, he found a lock of brown hair.  Thinking someone had set a wig on his head while his head was down, he pulled on it and got a shock.  It was attached.
     While he was feeling the top of his head, he could see his arm hair thinning before his very eyes.  Looking at his hands, he watched them become slender with dainty fingernails.  He immediately looked down.
     His shirt seemed to be slowly pushing out from his chest. Grabbing the growing masses, he felt it from both sides and yelped. Standing up, he toppled back and fell on his well-padded ass.  His feet were permanently pointed and had slipped out of his shoes.
     Feeling his ass tighten against his khakis pants, his hands went between his legs.  His member was already diminishing.
     "Oh my God," he said, the words coming out with a squeak.  He coughed and said it again, this time in a soft tenor voice. Struggling to his pointed feet, he wobbled a bit for balance, his arms flailing.  The bumps on his chest were pushing out against his button up shirt, stretching it tight and straining the buttons.
     Finally finding his balance, he noticed a flash of blonde out the corner of his eye.  Going for his hair again, he saw it was longer and now a soft honey blonde.
     "Hello?  Anybody?" he called out over the cubicles, but it seemed it was still too early.  Suddenly, a button popped off his shirt as the 'breasts' expanded beyond the fabric's limits.
     However, just as suddenly, the shirt seemed to start shifting. The material began to shimmer like silk, and adjusted to fit better. Pulling the new garment open slightly, he started down into a fine length of cleavage and noticed he was also wearing a white bra.
     Feeling his belly, it was now exposed as the top had shortened to reveal a midrift.  Looking down over his protruding chest, he saw that his khaki pants had fused into a skirt and were slowly riding up to just above his knees.  Nylons seemed to be covering his legs and his shoes were now a pair of 4-inch white heels sitting next to his desk.
     Sitting, she struggled with the shoes, deciding they were better than trying to walk around on her tiptoes.  Standing again to test them out, she found them surprisingly comfortable and easy to stand in.  She then reached up and pulled her hair into a ponytail before securing it behind her head with a rubber band from her desk.
      Noticing that her coffee was empty, she scooped up the cup and the Cosmo magazine she'd been reading and headed back for more.  In the coffee room she nearly bumped into Meryl.
      "Oh, good morning, Tina!  How are you doing this morning?" she asked.  Tina shook her head, as if shaking off a mental fog.
      "Great!  Got in early as usual and just finished a cup of coffee."
      "Oh, nice.  Hey, remember to tell everyone that the pink sugar is for girls only.  I think some of the guys keep trying to snag it, but I keep telling them they'll be sorry!" Meryl said with a smile.

Description
     Tim arrived at work early and made coffee.  He noticed some new pink sugar packets and decided to use one in his cup.  He sipped the drink tenderly as he made his way to his cubicle.
     Booting up his computer, he started reading a Maxim magazine and continued to sip his coffee.
     After about ten minutes, he realized wasn't feeling so good. Pulling at the neck of his collar, he fanned himself with a folder. Why was it so hot all of a sudden?  Wasn't this an air conditioned office?
     Feeling his forehead, he was not only on fire but he was sweating heavily.  Smacking his lips, he leaned forward to put his head on his desk.  At least the molded plastic was cool.
     When he went to straighten back up, he felt something brush against his neck.  Swatting at the sensation, he found a lock of brown hair.  Thinking someone had set a wig on his head while his head was down, he pulled on it and got a shock.  It was attached.
     While he was feeling the top of his head, he could see his arm hair thinning before his very eyes.  Looking at his hands, he watched them become slender with dainty fingernails.  He immediately looked down.
     His shirt seemed to be slowly pushing out from his chest. Grabbing the growing masses, he felt it from both sides and yelped. Standing up, he toppled back and fell on his well-padded ass.  His feet were permanently pointed and had slipped out of his shoes.
     Feeling his ass tighten against his khakis pants, his hands went between his legs.  His member was already diminishing.
     "Oh my God," he said, the words coming out with a squeak.  He coughed and said it again, this time in a soft tenor voice. Struggling to his pointed feet, he wobbled a bit for balance, his arms flailing.  The bumps on his chest were pushing out against his button up shirt, stretching it tight and straining the buttons.
     Finally finding his balance, he noticed a flash of blonde out the corner of his eye.  Going for his hair again, he saw it was longer and now a soft honey blonde.
     "Hello?  Anybody?" he called out over the cubicles, but it seemed it was still too early.  Suddenly, a button popped off his shirt as the 'breasts' expanded beyond the fabric's limits.
     However, just as suddenly, the shirt seemed to start shifting. The material began to shimmer like silk, and adjusted to fit better. Pulling the new garment open slightly, he started down into a fine length of cleavage and noticed he was also wearing a white bra.
     Feeling his belly, it was now exposed as the top had shortened to reveal a midrift.  Looking down over his protruding chest, he saw that his khaki pants had fused into a skirt and were slowly riding up to just above his knees.  Nylons seemed to be covering his legs and his shoes were now a pair of 4-inch white heels sitting next to his desk.
     Sitting, she struggled with the shoes, deciding they were better than trying to walk around on her tiptoes.  Standing again to test them out, she found them surprisingly comfortable and easy to stand in.  She then reached up and pulled her hair into a ponytail before securing it behind her head with a rubber band from her desk.
      Noticing that her coffee was empty, she scooped up the cup and the Cosmo magazine she'd been reading and headed back for more.  In the coffee room she nearly bumped into Meryl.
      "Oh, good morning, Tina!  How are you doing this morning?" she asked.  Tina shook her head, as if shaking off a mental fog.
      "Great!  Got in early as usual and just finished a cup of coffee."
      "Oh, nice.  Hey, remember to tell everyone that the pink sugar is for girls only.  I think some of the guys keep trying to snag it, but I keep telling them they'll be sorry!" Meryl said with a smile.