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Ctrl Alt Defeat: A Secretary's Takeover 05
🕑 Added 2024-05-16 09:26:01 +0000 UTCChapter 5: Madame Maria
The penthouse suite fell silent following Mr Wright's failed attempts to operate his smartphone with his impractically long nails. Dressed in his sweatsuit, he sat sulking on the sofa, his earlier rage now subdued. When the phone rang, shattering the calm, both he and Mia looked over abruptly. "I’ll get it, shall I?" Mia said, smirking. Mr Wright gave a reluctant nod from his seat.
Mia answered the phone, speaking briefly to reception. When informed that her guest had arrived, she requested they send them up. Two minutes later, there was a loud knock. Mia crossed the room with a sense of anticipation and opened the door to reveal a very flamboyant, colourful figure.
The woman who strutted in stood over six feet tall in her heels, boasting a large frame and an aura of confidence. Wheeling a sizable case behind her, she instantly commanded the room. "You must be Mia? It’s a pleasure to meet you, darling. I’m Madame Maria," she declared, tossing back her bright orange hair and letting out a warm, hearty giggle that resonated in a deep, masculine tone.
"Yes, that’s right. And this is Mr Wright," Mia replied, gesturing towards her boss who looked up from the sofa, visibly uncomfortable by the extravagant entrance. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."
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"It’s no bother, darling," Madame Maria responded cheerily, inspecting Mr Wright with a curious glance. "With a project as fun as this one, how could I refuse?" She added, her expression turning to slight confusion. "Is this him then, darling? The one we spoke about?" she asked, not really waiting for an answer. "He's not what I expected."
"Erm... yes," Mia quickly replied, “I hope there isn't a problem?"
Madame Maria giggled again. "No, not at all, darling. He’s just not as... masculine as I thought he’d be. But that’s a good thing, isn't it? I think we can achieve wonderful things here this afternoon."
Keeping an eye on Mr Wright during the introductions, Mia noticed his embarrassment and the evident dent in his pride. Rising from his seat, he puffed out his chest and strode forward, attempting to project his usual authoritative presence. "Madame Maria? I'm Morgan Wright, owner of Stitch and Sovereign. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said, extending a manicured hand. "You’re here to help, I hear."
"Erm... yes," Madame Maria replied, her own long-nailed hand giving Mr Wright a limp shake before turning away to focus her attention back on Mia. "Shall we begin then, darling? She asked enthusiastically. “You purchased all the items we discussed, I presume?"
"Yes, I got everything," Mia confirmed. "We’re in your hands. Where would you like to start?"
"Excellent," Madame Maria exclaimed, clapping her hands together loudly. "Take my case to the bedroom and place it with the items you bought?" she instructed Mia before turning to Mr Wright with a predator’s gaze. "As for you, Darling. Undress completely, including your underwear, and lie on the bed. I’ll be with you shortly.”
Mr Wright, startled by the directness and the thought of lying naked on a bed for whatever Madame Maria had planned, was about to protest when Mia, sensing his discomfort, gently tugged at his arm. "Come on, Sir. We have a lot to do and no time to waste," she said, grabbing Madame Maria’s case with her other hand and leading both the case and Mr Wright into the master bedroom.
As soon as they entered the room, Mr Wright turned to Mia, his face etched with disbelief and discomfort. "Mia, you do realize that's a man out there, don't you?" he asked, his voice tinged with mistrust.
Mia shook her head, her response firm and a bit stern. "Please, Mr Wright. Don’t be so insensitive. Whatever label or identity Madame Maria chooses for herself is none of our concern. She’s here to help us, and who better than someone who has already gone through the kind of change you're about to experience?"
Mr Wright's face twisted into a visage of discomfort. "Yes… but..." he began, only to be swiftly cut off by Mia.
"But nothing, Sir. Like it or not, this is our only option now. The meeting is only a few hours away, and we need you to look unrecognizable. Do we really have to go over the reasons why you’re doing this again? Because it’s getting tiring," Mia said, her voice laced with frustration. She shook her head and fixed her boss with a stern glare.
Mr Wright opened his mouth to protest, but after a brief pause, he let out a loud sigh of resignation instead. "Well, at least give me some privacy," he blustered, his eyes darting away from Mia's unwavering stare.
"Of course, Mr Wright I need to start getting ready myself anyway," Mia replied, softening her tone. "Just please do as Madame Maria asks. She knows what she is doing, Sir. Without her, this won’t work, meaning everything you went through at the salon will have been for nothing."
"Yes, yes," Mr Wright acknowledged, his tone one of lingering irritation. "I understand that, Mia. I’ll do as she asks. Now please, give me some privacy."
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Mia re-entered the bedroom after her shower, her hair still damp, not expecting the transformation process to have progressed so rapidly. The sight before her halted her in her tracks, her eyes widening in astonishment. Mr Wright stood by the far wall, looking shell-shocked and ready to bolt, his body recast into that of a voluptuously curvaceous woman.
As Mia took in his transformed figure, she struggled to hold back her amusement. She had imagined the application process during her shower, but witnessing the outcome was something else entirely. The high-quality silicone shapewear had dramatically altered Mr Wright’s physique. The large breastplate, which Mia knew was attached with professional-grade adhesive, endowed her sexist boss with an imposing E-cup chest that jutted out prominently. His hips and buttocks, enhanced by extra-large pads that were also glued in place, flared out to match the width of his shoulders, creating a perfect hourglass silhouette. Thoughtfully designed with an opening at the crotch, the piece allowed for practicality, eliminating the need for removal during bathroom breaks.
Then there was the corset, tightly cinched around Mr Wright's midsection, drastically narrowing his waist and contributing to the crushed, breathless expression on his face. Mia could almost hear the grunts of discomfort as Madame Maria, using her muscular arms, pulled the strings tight, squeezing him to within an inch of his life.
It was most likely at this stage, that Madame Maria would have attached the chastity cage. Mia had spent the day deliberating whether or not to actually use it. However, the more she read about the topic of submission and forced feminization, the more she found herself drawn to the idea. The cage, which Madame Maria likely fitted while his large faux breasts obscured Mr Wright’s view, must have felt both strange and uncomfortable. Mia wondered what Madame Maria told her boss during the process, or if she had simply secured the device without explanation, locking it into place before he even realized what was happening.
Over his new striking feminine figure, Mr Wright wore a tight beige bodysuit that smoothed and sealed the entire look together. Glaring at Mia and shaking with rage, he stroked his new, blubbery thighs with his gaudy-looking nails. Clearly struggling for a full breath, the long ponytail sprouting from the top of his head bobbed up and down, adding to the overall surreal sight.
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"Mr Wright, you look... incredible, Sir," Mia finally said, choosing her words carefully to avoid angering the feminized man. "Truly, Madame Maria has done a sensational job."
Mr Wright, still coming to terms with his new appearance, gave Mia a wary look. His discomfort was clear from his tense posture and the silence that hung between them, unbroken by any response.
"We're almost there, Sir. Just a bit longer and this will all be worth it," Mia encouraged, secretly relishing every moment of watching her misogynistic boss squirm. Mr Wright's jaw moved from side to side as if he was grinding his teeth. He opened his mouth to speak, but just then, Madame Maria stepped between them, breaking the intense eye contact.
"Close your eyes for me, darling" Madame Maria ordered. Mr Wright complied out of fear of being blinded as Madame Maria began the process of airbrushing him with a strong, long-lasting solution. Starting with his face, she worked meticulously, her hands steady as she sprayed a fine mist that gently settled on the soon-to-be secretary's skin. When she reached his neck, she paused to pull down the straps of his bodysuit. Mr Wright’s eyes popped back open as his chest was exposed, but he remained silent.
Madame Maria then turned her attention to the silicone breastplate. She sprayed it thoroughly, changing its colour to match Mr Wright’s tanned arms and neck. Mia watched on mesmerized as the procedure modified the previously shiny, unnatural colour of the breastplate to blend flawlessly with Mr Wright’s skin tone, concealing the seams at his neck and shoulders.
Continuing her work, she moved down to his curvaceous thighs and backside, each pass of the airbrush camouflaging the large hip pads with his body. Just like the breastplate before it, the seams vanished under layers of long-lasting solution, making the silicone additions appear as natural extensions of his now shapely legs.
Madame Maria completed her task with a hairdryer, setting the makeup solution to achieve an eerily realistic finish that stunned Mia with its believability. "Flawless, darling," Madame Maria declared triumphantly, snapping Mr Wright's bodysuit back into place around his shoulders. "Why don't we take five while I set up in the living room?" Turning on her heels, she didn’t wait for an answer, strutting from the room, leaving a horrified Mr Wright standing rigidly, statue-like, in her wake.
Mia approached cautiously. "Are you okay, Sir?" she inquired, both curious about Madame Maria's work and concerned by Mr Wright's unusual calmness. "She… put… something… on… my…" Mr Wright managed to say between laboured breaths before stopping abruptly.
"What’s that, sir?" Mia asked, struggling to understand him.
"She… locked… my… Christ, Mia. I… can’t… breathe in this contraption," he gasped, clawing at his corseted waist with his extended nails, his breathing growing rapid and shallow. "It’s… too. Tight."
"You’ll get used to it in a moment, Sir," Mia reassured him, well aware of what was locked away but opting not to discuss the matter. "Try to breathe slowly, deep breaths. Like me," she instructed, demonstrating a slow, controlled breathing technique.
Mr Wright mirrored her, and gradually, his breathing steadied, calming him significantly. Once he appeared more composed, Mia met his gaze. "Better, Sir?"
Mr Wright shook his head, his expression pained. "This is not what I was expecting, Mia. Look at what that… person did to my body? This is madness."
"This is what we need, Sir," Mia said firmly. "If Mr Horton is indeed the type of man you described to me, with a body like this, he’s far less likely to stare at your face, don’t you think? She said, pausing for a moment to let her logical response sink in before adding, "We’ll remove it all later, and you’ll be back to your normal self," fully aware of the challenges that the removal process would entail. "And speaking of your face, Madame Maria is waiting for us in the living room. After a few quick injections, she'll do your makeup, and you'll be ready to go."
"Injections!" Mr Wright exclaimed, his composure shattering once again.
"Completely temporary, Sir," Mia quickly responded, though not entirely truthfully. "Just to get us through the meeting."
"No! No, Mia! This is over. Enough is enough!" Mr Wright protested, his hands flailing around erratically.
Reaching her limit, Mia did something she never thought she would do - She slapped her boss hard across the face. The sharp sound echoed through the room, marking a sudden, stark silence.
"Mia!" Mr Wright exclaimed, his extended eyelashes fluttering and his mouth agape. "You slapped me. You..."
"I did! And I'll do it again unless you start thinking straight." Mia interrupted sternly. "I'm tired of your tantrums. Since the moment I woke up early this morning, everything has been about you and fixing your mistake. I’ve tried to be patient. I really have, Sir. But you keep acting like a bratty child. We agreed to this plan together, remember? So why are you fighting me at every step?"
As Mr Wright rubbed his cheek, visibly shaken by Mia's uncharacteristic assertiveness, she pressed on. "We've come too far to give up now. So, get your butt into the living room and pull yourself together. Or perhaps the key to that device you were complaining about a moment ago will magically disappear!"
"What?" Mr Wright gasped, real fear flickering in his eyes as he reached down between his legs. "You... you wouldn’t?"
"Try me," Mia replied firmly, crossing her arms. She was done playing nice; having finally got her typically domineering boss into a vulnerable position, it was time to assert her dominance.
