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Minh's fourth submission
🕑 Added 2022-11-27 13:58:34 +0000 UTCPrevious chapter: https://www.patreon.com/posts/she-takes-deal-74859755?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link
David Chestnut:
Loyalty
Agreeableness
Class
Intelligence
Dung Phan:
Intelligence
BM
Submissiveness
Language
Minh allowed herself to pick submissiveness again. If she'd be loyal to her husband there would be no harm in it. She'd rather live in a patriarchal home than get any more tattoos and piercings, at least for the time being. In an attempt to regain some IQ she went for intelligence on Dung's side instead of her father's. If her father was dumb and that lead to her becoming dumber. Perhaps taking a chance that her grandmother was intelligent would pay off in her favor.
Upon hitting submit there was a message visible briefly before she shut her phone off and went to bed. Something about selection and the loyalty trait..
Before falling asleep however she noticed the air around her change somewhat. Like if the whole room was being turned on it's head. She had a bad feeling about it, but didn't want to face the new reality in the middle of the night so she plowed through it and remained in bed..
Waking the following morning Minh felt refreshed. She also felt her mind being much slower than usual. Her gamble had failed spectacularly. Where she'd lost about 20 IQ points when selecting from her father, that would've slowed down to a halt once they'd evened out at the same level. Selecting intelligence from her father would've taken away another 2 points or so, making them even. Instead she'd gone for her grandmother, which was a further 10 points down, leaving Minh at a pitiful 83. She could still function in her job, in fact, people had graduated from universities with lower IQ than hers.
Besides her mind running in quicksand she also felt meeker. Like she didn't want to make big decisions or do anything on her own. After getting out of bed her usual routine would consist of showering and getting ready for the day. Today she strayed from that pattern and skipped showering, putting on the clothes she'd worn prior. Prior in the sense that it's what she would've worn had she been the person she was today, yesterday..
Whereas she'd normally wear a fairly respectable mid-thigh skirt along with stockings she now wore a micro-skirt and a fishnet pantyhose. Her top had been replaced by a parody of an office shirt which was more a crop top than anything else, being tied at the bottom to showcase her belly and her navel piercing.
Her earrings had also grown a little in size, going from large hoops to even bigger ones.
The whole outfit was brought together by a pair of tacky leopard print heels. No matter who you asked, Minh looked low class, bordering to trashy.
Minh paid it no mind though, or rather, she didn't actually notice anything being different.
Leaving the bedroom she was disappointed to see that her husband had left already, which was odd. Her day should've started before his. Looking at the clock she noticed she'd overslept. By a lot. Instead of getting stressed and rushing out the door to work, which would've been her natural response, she just sighed and got on with it taking her sweet time getting ready.
Coming into the office there was a different air surrounding Minh. Her "buffs" from the secretary deal assisted in her stride through the cubicles. The last time she'd walked here she felt as though she was still part of the team. This time around she felt small, more like an item than a valued asset to the firm. The male employees ogled her as she swayed her hips in an overly seductive manner, even going as far as bending a little at the hip whenever she greeted someone in person, making sure they got a good view of her almost nonexistent cleavage. All these mannerisms came to her as naturally as breathing, courtesy of the changes she'd undergone glossing over certain parts of her original self.
Arriving at her workstation a few things stood out as being different to how they were yesterday. Her desk, previously made out of wood was now completely made out of glass. It was pretty obvious what purpose it served as it was also devoid of any items. Whereas there'd been a computer, some space for files and various office supplies on it the day prior it was now completely barren with the exception of a phone.
Feeling the deal doing it's work, new knowledge seeped into her head, reminding her that her only job as a secretary was to relay phone calls to her boss, or tell the caller to ring back later if he was unavailable.
No matter how hard she tried, Minh couldn't combat her "programming" which forced her knees to be separated whilst seated. The gap formed between her legs paired with the already short skirt which rode further up her thigh while seated gave a pretty decent view of her underwear through the glass table. It was almost funny watching people leave and enter her boss' office. You could tell just from their reaction as they caught a glimpse of her undergarments if they first timers or regulars. One of the guys even gave her a simple "nice" as he walked past her.
The amount of calls throughout the first half of the day were minimal, and only lasted for about five seconds, which is the exact time needed for Minh to either wire them through or tell them her boss wasn't in. Had her mind been the same as before all of this she would've found it a humiliating job. She was nothing more than ornament.
Not all her "fellow employees" were as kind as the "nice"-guy. At one point one of them came up to her and asked how good I'd have to be at sucking cock for Richards to have such a dinosaur for a secretary. He did have a point though. It'd make sense for her boss who apparently only cared about looks to hire someone young. Turns out he had a taste for older women, and Minh had in his words "Aged like fine wine". It may have been a cheesy compliment, but it was quite true. If one could look past the less than classy apparel there was a semi-dignified woman..
Some time after lunch Mr Richards, who'd insisted Minh only call him Carl came back into the office from what she assumed to be a meeting. He was clearly elated about something.
Leaning onto her desk his eyes were exclusively glued to her cleavage.
"I have some great news, but I'm not supposed to tell anyone.. But I figured, since you're my secretary and all. You are basically just an extension on myself, at least in legal terms. You won't tell anyone, you're loyal to me, right?"
"Sure boss, I wouldn't dream of it!" Minh faked some excitement to match Carl's enthusiasm, yet another a skill she'd received from the deal.
Just as he was about to spill the beans a call came in, demanding his immediate attention.
"Sorry Minh, I'll tell you later, yea?"
"Absolutely Carl, I can't wait" she purred back at him with much more passion than she'd intended.
Once he'd left through his office door Minh's attention was immediately directed towards her phone. During the conversation she'd received a notification which caused it to flash and vibrate which was odd considering she'd left it on mute.
Selection confirmed and validated was all it said. Obviously it'd had to be the app Minh reasoned, but what the hell it was on about she had no idea.
Later in the day, right before closing time Minh was called into Carl's office. She'd already serviced him for the day, but figured he might've wanted a second go. That theory was however shut down when she came in and noticed a rather serious look on his face. His expression was stern but there was also a look of joy hidden somewhere underneath.
"We have to talk.."
