"Hello!?" I call out, cringing a little as I hear my voice echo through the deathly quiet building and reminding me of how I no longer had my low bellowing voice. "I'm Jordan Hughes, I'm...uh...I'm meant to be helping manage the..." I continue to explain, pausing as a towering athletic redhead comes out from the left-most doorway.
She barely glances at me as she passes behind the front counter, the over six-foot tall frame leaving much of her exposed behind the aging wooden desk. Her long ass-length hair is bundled up haphazardly into a messy bun turned ponytail, the sheer volume of it defying her attempt to manage it. An ill-fitting button-up shirt strains at the redhead's chest, the massive perky mounds visible between gaps in the buttons. Her sleeves hang rather loosely around her slender arms as she rolls up the ends, struggling to make the top fit her.
Her lower body is dressed up in a rather dull pair of 'mom jeans', the only part really filling out the worn pale blue denim being her hips and her large smackable behind. The legs of the jeans don't even come close to reaching her ankles, her pale perfectly smooth and toned calves being visible for just a moment before she mines behind her counter.
"Sorry miss, but we're currently closed" she states authoritatively and in a dismissive fashion. "I'm waiting on..." she tries to continue, freezing up as she finally looks over at me.
The color drains from her face, her already alabaster skin growing downright ghostly in comparison to her messy crimson hair. Her plump lips part as she stares in shock, her emerald green eyes locking onto me and darting over my petite form.
She looks familiar somehow, but I just can't seem to place her face. The gears turning in my head mostly focusing on the odd sensations of my new body and the horrid feeling of my damp clothes only making it worse.
"Yeah, you're waiting for..." I begin to explain, my sentence being cut short by the sultry breathy voice of the redhead as she begins to squeal.
"You...you're from the Flash Sale" she squeaks, her hands flying to her mouth in shock. "You're that man's daughter right? The grumpy one"
I cock one of my thick dark eyebrows at the woman, studying her face more deeply than before. As I take in her sharp cheekbones and soft feminine features my eyes roam a little lower, things finally clicking as I stare at her chest.
"Dommy mommy" I mutter, whispering under my breath as my own jaw drops.
"Why are you..." she splutters, her eyes darting around as if in search for the right words. "It's unprofessional to follow customers, you could have just called me and..." she rants, obviously still under the impression that I was somehow related to the Body-Boutique.
"What are you...I'm not that guy's daughter" I huff, glaring at her for a moment as I feel myself growing edgy once again. Taking a deep breath I manage to catch myself, finding my center before continuing. "I'm Jordan Hughes, I'm meant to help manage this place?" I explain, walking a little deeper inside and approaching the counter.
The woman's face drops even more, a mixture of shock and horror twisting her gorgeous face into a truly heartbreaking expression.
"But...No, no that's not..." she stammers, placing her slender hands atop the wooden desk. "He was meant to be...you were meant to be...and then I was going to..." she whimpers, her lips quivering as her plans come crashing down around her.
"What are you talking..." I muse, my heart sinking as I draw closer to her and immediately am overwhelmed by the height difference between us. She was easily more than a foot taller than me, the daunting difference making me reassess my guess at my own 5'2" stature.
"I...I need a drink..." the redhead groans, barely even looking at me as she shuffles towards the doorway she entered from. Her shoulders are slumped in a defeated fashion, her massive chest causing her to lean forward thanks to it's immense weight and heft.
"Wa...wait!" I squeal, racing after her myself. I'm forced to pump my tiny legs to keep pace with her long strides, cursing myself under my breath at giving up my long legs for this diminished form.
As I round the corner I'm met with the sight of one of the back sections of the annex. A wall continues to run to the right, two more doorways leading off from it into two smaller rooms. To the left is another reading space, the area looking less like the cramped storage areas on the second floor and more like a relatively small study. Two small and well-worn tables rest in the center of the room with the windowless walls being covered by bookshelves stocked to the brim with old weathered tomes.
As I pause to take in the reading space I watch the redhead wheel around and walk into the closest doorway to the right. Eager to not be left alone I race after her, leaving my exploration for later as I energetically bound towards the doorway.
Slipping in through the doorway I watch as the redhead snatches a large bottle of scotch from an ornate glass cabinet, eagerly popping the cork out the top before taking a swig from the bottle directly. The room is some sort of private study, or maybe a staff room, with surprisingly nice furniture in comparison to the rest of the building. Low couches flank the room to either side with two large highback leather reading chairs sitting towards the lar left corner and nearby the well-stocked liquor cabinet. The lighting in the room is low and warm, with separate lamps around the room for providing more focus light for reading. Shelves line the room, having been bolted to the walls, and are dotted with various books and antiques.
As I wander further into the dimly lit room the redhead grabs two glasses from the cabinet, placing them on a small coffee table before pouring two glasses to the very brim.
"Do you drink?" she mutters, the disappointment impossible to miss in her voice.
"I shouldn't I have to..." I begin to reply, only to feel something pull me towards the amber liquid in the glass as I lick my lips. Before I had even noticed it I grabbed the crystal rocks glass, carefully shifting it as to not waste any of the drink which had suddenly consumed my thoughts.
"Don't worry, your apartment is just down the road" she huffs, sipping at her own drink and wincing at the burn. "Stupid new taste buds" she whispers to herself, her voice only audible thanks to the deathly silence in the room.
I myself quickly follow suit, sipping at the peaty smokey drink and cringing equally as much. I had adored scotch, having had finished off a bottle just the other day in preparation for my move. I could tell that this was a fantastic drop, well-aged and balanced perfectly. However, despite what I knew about the beverage all I can taste is the sharp burning sensation on my tongue and throat. Despite this I continue to sip at it, the burning sensation filling my empty stomach and soothing some part of me that I hadn't even noticed until now.
The towering young woman collapses into one of the high back chairs, weakly swirling her glass as she looks off into the distance. As I move to find a seat myself I begin to notice the books on the shelving around the room. 'Bodice Rippers' and other trashy romance novels lay out in the open, the aging and worn covers covered in all manner of suggestive imagery and steamy scenes.
The redhead sighs to herself, her eyes locking onto a book resting atop the coffee table. Following her gaze I notice not only the book but also a small envelope reading 'Mr. Jordan Hughes <3'. The over of the book shows a scene of a handsome man in his late twenties or early thirties, his arms wrapping around a busty younger woman as they look at each other longingly. I nearly cough up my scotch as I read the title, my lips twisting into a smirk as I fight back a laugh.
'The Lusty Librarian's Lover'
Dropping myself down onto the low mint-green couch I wriggle a little, pulling my legs up and curling into a ball as I sip slowly at the scotch.
"So..." I mutter, looking over at the redhead expectantly.
"It was perfect" she moans, lolling her head from side to side. "I get moved out here to...the middle of nowhere. I keep my head down so no one really knows who I am before...the change. I burn through everything to get a body like this. And then..." she grumbles, taking a short sip from her glass with every emphasized venomous word.
"Wait, you..." I begin to ask, only to be cut short but another grumble from the redhead.
"It was going to be just like my novels" she coos in a dream-like manner, her green eyes practically sparkling in the dim light. "Hello Mr. Hughes, I'm Annabelle....No Mr. Hughes, the previous manager isn't here anymore...Yes Mr. Hughes, I'm here to help you with whatever you need" she chirps, playing out her fantasy before glaring at me. "And you had to ruin it."
"You were...planning on seducing me? For some sort of fantasy?" I ask back, giving her a perplexed look. "And it's somehow my fault that things didn't go according to plan?"
"Yes!" she snaps, scowling at me for a moment before suddenly softening her expression. "I mean...no...but...oh god..." she stammers, the weight of her decisions finally hitting her. "I sold my house...emptied my savings...took this job" she blurts out, her eyes going wide.
"At least you're hot" I blurt out, my heart skipping a beat as I feel the alcohol loosening my tongue quite a bit faster than I was used to.
"I...I suppose so...and younger" she meekly mutters, straining to look at herself past the massive shelf of jiggling flesh she had purchased for herself. "What the hell am I going to do now?" she hisses under her breath, unbuttoning her top a little and resting the glass in her cleavage. Annabelle begins to blush at how stable her new assets appear to be as a cup holder while I on the other hand can't help but let out a snorting laugh.
"Annabelle? It was Annabelle right, or was that just a made-up name for your perverse..." I begin to ask, struggling to reign in my thoughts or pick my words carefully.
"It's a new name" she mewls, still staring down at her chest. "Annabelle Davies"
"Nice to meet you Ms...Davies" I muse, polishing off my glass and fumbling to place it on the nearby coffee table. Swaying a little in my seat, slightly nauseated from drinking a spirit on an empty stomach, I find myself looking at her chest myself. A pang of jealousy strikes me once again, much like it had when I had seen her in the backroom of the warehouse. Deep down some part of me knows I should be practically drooling at the sight of her, at the image of the drop-dead gorgeous redhead fiddling with her mammoth assets. However, it's like that part of me is caged off in my mind as newer implanted thoughts push their way forward as I'm left with a mixture of more nuanced emotions and feeling around her.
After sitting in silence for a minute I finally pipe up, empowered by the warm buzzing sensation growing through my petite body.
"So...Anna...What's the plan now?" I squeak, bracing myself against the arm of the couch to stop my slight swaying.
The towering woman pauses for a moment herself, pulling the glass from her cleavage and swirling the warmed contents before taking a long-drawn-out swig. She rapidly drains the stinging liquor within, grimacing as she downs the whole thing.
"Well..." she mutters, sighing as she collects her thoughts. "I guess..."
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