Crossdressing fiction buttons & penthouse

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Some buttons are not made to be pushed. As a loyal employee of W years for
Dollar&sense Investments, Bryce knew this better than anyone he knew ghat line v
not to cross and whose asses to kiss and, above all,‘he knew to keep the. boss, the A
multi- billonaire monopoly.man himself Johnny Mint happpy Unfortunately for Bryce,
the elusive Mr. Mint seemed much less interested in keeping his‘dedicated busboy
content. So, while Bryce was busy delivering clients.up_and down the floors of the
0&8 building with a smile, his employer was working just as hard giving him paycuts
and longer hours with a big shit-eating grin, all from the comfort of the skyscraper ‘s
penthouse suite. The toils of the job began to take their toll on him as he grew‘weary
‘of working his hands to the bone for a boss whom he.never even saw: In fact, the
only people who did see him were the men in expensive suits that went up for private
meetings and the bimbo call girls Bryce would occasionally see slipping out of the
private elevator. For Bryce, the penthouse button:at the _top‘of his elevator’s keypad
remained untouched, not to be pushed…however, Johnny Mint had been pushing
Bryce’s buttons for far too long

Swiping his keycard and jamming a thumb into the button with a P* symbol on it,
Bryce still had no idea what he was going to say, only that he was about Ms the
boss a piece of his mind. He knew he would probably be fired for his outburst but it
would be well worth it…at least, he hoped it would be…“ A plethora of colored lights
illuminating the claustrophobic shaft snapped him out of his vengeful daydream and
before he could act, the tiny room began to climb the tower floor by floor.the first
change he noticed was the hair slowly inching its way down in front of his eyes, jet
black but no only…bright red highlights grew alongside the mass of dark locks
sprouting from his head. As’ he continued to ascend the shaft, he could feel his body 1
decrease in stature,’ becoming slight and slender and soft… Feeling a chilling panic j
overcome him ,he twisted around to face the wall containing a mirror and yelped in
horror. His cheap busboy uniform now swamped him, swamped a delicate feminine 1
body. with curvaceous mounds that grew either side of his polyester necktie and 1
pressed against the ass of his otherwise loose pants. The elevator stopped with a
ping and the doors slid open to reveal the twenty- fifth floor.
Going down?‘ a voice asked reflexively. It was Bryce ‘s supervisor, dressed in an
almost identical uniform but with gold tips on the jacket collar. A knowing grin
formed on his face as he stared at the elevator ‘s lone occupant and he slowly took a
step backwards. ‘Oh, you’re going down alright… ‘ he winked. The doors closed once
more and Bryce ‘s journey restarted. The dour brown uniform seemed to melt away,
leaving only a black latex lingerie set in its place hugging his new body. He felt his
ass raise into a pout as six-inch heels grew beneath his feet and returned him to
close to his previous height. The penthouse approached and other changes raged in
Bryce ‘5 body, a hot wet longing simmered in his loins and he watched the number on
the display counting the floors with a growing excitement. Finally, the elevator
chimed its penthouse arrival over a cacophony of panting and moaning and Bryce
tattered out in search of his master…