The beginning of the secret »

Thomas always had a secret fascination with women’s clothing. Whenever Sabine wasn’t home, he slipped into her tights and enjoyed the feel of the soft fabric against his skin. But one day, she caught him wearing her tights and a silk nightgown. The look in her eyes said it all—shock, disappointment, perhaps even a hint of anger.

“This will have consequences,” Sabine said resolutely. And thus began Thomas’s journey into a completely new world. From now on, he was to wear exclusively women’s clothing, not only at home but also at the office. Sabine was relentless. She forced him to become more feminine every day.

The discovery of underwear and the beginning of the transformation

A few days later, Sabine searched Thomas’s drawers and discovered that he had also worn her lace underwear. This discovery made her rage boil over. She decided that from now on, he should walk around in full women’s clothing 24/7. The next morning, she laid out an outfit for him: a lace bodysuit, an underwire bra with water-filled balloons for his bust, a tight black skirt, and a sheer blouse that barely covered anything. The ensemble also included opaque tights and flat ballet flats.

His appearance immediately attracted attention in the office. His colleagues mocked his transformation, and one of them laughed and slapped him on the hip. “Well, you look particularly smart today!” she said mockingly. Thomas wanted to hide, but Sabine had made it clear there was no turning back.

The first paragraphs and the painful path to femininity

After Thomas had been walking around the office in flat shoes for a few days, Sabine decided it was time to teach him how to walk in heels. She started with 4 cm block heels, which were still relatively comfortable. But she soon increased the height to 6 cm kitten heels. With every step, he wobbled more, and maintaining his balance became more difficult. At one point, he even stumbled and had to hold on to his desk, while his colleagues watched with amusement.

The heels continued to increase. 8 cm stilettos followed, and finally, he had to wear 10 cm sandals. These narrow heels made every step a challenge, and his colleagues watched with amusement as he stumbled awkwardly through the office. His feet began to hurt after each workday, but Sabine showed no sympathy.

Then came the 12 cm high pumps. Now every step was torture, and his calves literally burned with pain. But that was just the beginning. Sabine finally brought him 14 cm high stilettos, and every step became a real torture. His colleagues made fun of him, and with every movement he wobbled dangerously. But Sabine was satisfied: “This will do you good.”

The new name and the waxing humiliation

After a few weeks of painful adjustment, Sabine decided it was time to give him a female name. “From now on, you’re no longer Thomas,” she explained to him one morning. “Your new name is Tina.” Thomas could hardly believe it. The name filled him with shame, and his colleagues in the office laughed at the name change. “Tina? Well, that goes perfectly with your new look!” they called after him.

The harassment never ended. “If you’re going to wear skirts, you should at least shave your legs,” a colleague remarked one day. A few days later, his colleagues treated him to a waxing session. The pain during the waxing was unbearable. Every time the beautician ripped the strip, Thomas screamed inwardly in pain while outwardly trying to maintain composure. His legs burned for a long time afterward.

The business trip as “Tatjana”

About nine months after beginning his transformation, Thomas’s boss decided to take him on a business trip to Austria as his secretary. “Tatjana,” he said, “you will accompany us.” Thomas was horrified, but he had no choice. Sabine ensured that he wore only provocative women’s clothing on this trip: extremely short skirts or skin-tight dresses in which he could only tiptoe. The blouses she gave him were so transparent that his lacy underwear was clearly visible underneath.

Throughout the entire flight on the company jet, he felt the men’s gazes on him. His boss’s business partners made no secret of their amusement at his feminine outfits. They laughed at his awkward movements in his high stilettos and constantly commented on his appearance. “Tatjana, please bring us a coffee,” one of the men said, and Thomas could feel them watching him as he moved through the cramped space.

The onward journey to the Czech Republic

After the first few days in Austria, during which “Tatjana” had to tirelessly serve the four businessmen, the nightmare continued on the journey to the Czech Republic. Already on the jet en route, her situation worsened further. Her boss had strictly prescribed what she was to wear: long, skin-tight dresses that restricted her movement and extremely short skirts that barely covered her thighs. The blouses were so transparent that her lace underwear was clearly visible underneath.

When she arrived in the Czech Republic with the men, she felt the tension in her body increasing. Every step in her 14-cm stilettos was torture, and the strict corset that cinched her waist made breathing difficult. But there was no way out. She had to continue working for the businessmen, serving coffee, taking notes, and sorting files. Every movement was accompanied by sneering comments and subtle, yet clearly intentional, touches.

On the last day of the business trip, “Tatjana” began to feel faint. As she laboriously moved around the hotel room in her tight stilettos, she felt her vision blur. The room spun around her, and she felt dizzy. She tried to sit down, but before she could, she lost consciousness.

Awakening in the hospital

As Thomas slowly regained consciousness, he felt dizzy and disoriented. He blinked against the bright light radiating from the ceiling of the room, trying to remember what had happened. His head felt heavy, and his body seemed strange. He felt a slight pulling in his chest, and a dull feeling in his midsection disturbed him. Only after several minutes did he realize he was lying in a hospital bed.

Before he had a chance to take a closer look at his surroundings, a woman in a white coat entered the room. She was a nurse and addressed him in broken German: “Good day, Tamara. How are you feeling today?” Thomas blinked in confusion. “Tamara?” he mumbled weakly, still dazed by what had happened. The nurse smiled kindly and jotted down something in the files before asking him again if he was in pain.

But before he could answer, the door opened again, and a doctor entered. “Ah, you’re awake. How wonderful,” she said in Czech before switching to a German sentence. “I’m Dr. Eva Novaková. You had a very successful operation.”

Thomas’s confusion only grew. “Surgery?” he asked weakly as the doctor stepped closer to his bed and sat down on the chair next to him.

The doctor’s explanation

“Yes, exactly,” replied Dr. Novaková in a calm, professional voice. “You are now a woman, Tamara. We have performed all the necessary surgeries to give you a completely feminine appearance. I am proud to announce that you have undergone one of the best transformations we have ever performed.”

Thomas could hardly believe what he was hearing. “What… what did you do?” he asked in a shaky voice, his heart beating faster. But the doctor remained calm and explained the individual steps in an almost friendly voice.

“As a woman, I know what makes a woman so desirable, and I’ve done everything I can to ensure you have an equally stunning appearance. First, we altered your face to give you soft, feminine features. Your cheekbones were lifted, your nose refined, and your chin narrowed. You now have the face of a beautiful woman.”

Thomas was horrified, but Dr. Novaková continued speaking without giving him time to process what he had heard.

“We also implanted a breast size that matches your new figure. You now have a K cup. Your breasts weigh approximately 9 kg, and it’s important that you pay attention to your posture to avoid back pain. A special bra will be necessary to provide you with sufficient support.”

Thomas’s breathing became labored as he felt the weight on his chest. The thought of having such enormous breasts almost made him dizzy, but the doctor continued.

“Your lower body has also been adjusted accordingly,” she continued. “We widened your thighs and pelvis to create an authentic feminine figure. Your hips are now beautifully curved, and your waist has been further tightened. Your legs are now slimmer, and your feet have also been reduced in size to better fit feminine shoes.”

Thomas wanted to protest, but his voice failed as the doctor paused for a moment and then continued: “Your hands have also been refined to appear more delicate and feminine. And, of course, the pubic area has been adjusted. Your genitals have been redesigned so that sexual intercourse is now possible without restriction. You are now completely female.”

The doctor’s words echoed in Thomas’s head, and he felt dizzy again. His hands involuntarily reached for his chest, and he felt the heavy implants beneath the blanket.

The voice and the final transformation

“There’s one more important point,” added Dr. Novaková. “We’ve also shortened your vocal cords. Your voice will now sound higher and more feminine. It will take a few weeks to get used to it, but with a little practice, you’ll soon sound completely natural.”

Thomas tried to say something, but as he spoke, he heard a voice he barely recognized—soft, high-pitched, and distinctly female. It was as if a stranger was speaking through his mouth. Panic crept inside him as he realized there was no escape from this new identity. Every change, from his voice to his face to his body, was irreversible. His old life, his old existence, was irrevocably lost.

Dr. Novaková, noticing his confusion and panic, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Tamara. You are now a desirable woman, just as you wished. You’ll get used to it. There’s no reason to be afraid. Your new life will offer many possibilities, believe me.”

With these words, the doctor left him alone. Thomas—or rather, “Tamara”—lay motionless and silent in the hospital bed, overwhelmed by the wealth of information, unable to comprehend the magnitude of what had happened to him. His hands involuntarily slid over his newly formed body, feeling the heaviness of his breasts, the soft, feminine curve of his hips. Reality hit him like a blow. But before he had time to think about it further, the door opened again.

The boss enters the hospital room

Tamara heard footsteps, and when she turned her head, she saw her boss enter. He wore a smug smile and closed the door behind him. His gaze wandered over her new body with interest. “Tamara,” he said slowly, “how nice to see you again.”

She flinched slightly. It was the same man who had taken her on the business trip and humiliated her. But now he seemed even more pleased as he approached her. “I just spoke to the doctor,” he began, sitting down next to her bed. “And I must say, the results are impressive.”

Tamara remained silent, her mind racing, but the boss continued unfazed. “You look great. Better than I ever could have imagined. You are now exactly what I’ve always wanted—a woman who is not only beautiful, but also ready to serve me and my business partners.”

Her heart rate increased. “What… what do you mean?” she asked in her new, high-pitched voice, which still seemed strange to her.

Her boss grinned. “From now on, you will ensure the well-being of my male business partners. Your new responsibilities will involve more than just typing documents or serving coffee. You will help ensure our business discussions run smoothly by giving our partners what they want. You will be available to them in any way you can.”

Tamara swallowed hard. “But… I’m not…” she tried to object, but her boss interrupted her with a measured look.

“Oh, yes, Tamara. You’re a woman now. And a very desirable one at that.” His gaze slid unashamedly over her full breasts, visible beneath the hospital gown. “I’ve always been looking for a woman who has exactly what you have now. A woman with mega-bust who can’t get anyone pregnant. No risk, no consequences. You understand, right?”

Tamara felt her stomach tighten. Her body suddenly felt even heavier as the reality of his words echoed in her mind. Her new body wasn’t just an outward change—it was a tool, an object to be used.

“I didn’t just make you my secretary,” the boss continued, standing up and leaning over her. “I made you my personal assistant. One who can fulfill all my needs and those of my business partners. Business deals are easier when our partners are happy, and you’ll make sure they are.”

His grin deepened, and he took a step back. “Don’t worry, Tamara. I’m sure you’ll excel in your new role.”

Weeks in hospital and professional voice training

After her boss left the room, Tamara was left alone, filled with a mixture of disbelief and fear. The following weeks in the hospital became a period of intense adjustment, both physically and mentally. The medical follow-up and professional training she received were necessary to ensure she could fully integrate into her new role.

Voice training: The key to her new identity

One of the most important measures during this time was comprehensive voice training. While Tamara was still weak and her scars were slowly beginning to heal, she was visited daily by a speech therapist who helped her control and refine her new, feminine voice. The speech therapist, an experienced woman in her fifties, was patient but demanding.

“Tamara, your voice is higher now, but that’s just the first step,” the speech therapist explained at their first meeting. “To truly be perceived as a woman, you have to learn to consciously modulate it and place the right accents.”

The first part of the training involved Tamara understanding and accepting her new vocal range. Her vocal cords had been surgically shortened, significantly altering her pitch. But without practice, she still sounded unnatural and forced. The exercises began simply: deep breathing exercises to improve air control, followed by simple tone sequences to explore the height and depth of her new voice.

“Try again,” said the speech therapist, watching Tamara repeat a sentence with a feminine intonation. “You need to be softer, raise the emphasis at the end of the sentence a bit, and above all, make your voice sound more relaxed. Not too forced, you understand?”

Tamara’s voice was initially shaky and uncertain, but after a week of regular training, the first signs of improvement began to become apparent. She practiced for hours in front of a mirror, repeating simple everyday phrases and trying to make her pronunciation sound more natural and fluid. The focus was not only on pitch, but also on the melody of speech—the specific rhythm that women often use when speaking.

Linguistic subtleties and nonverbal communication

In addition to vocal training, Tamara also received training in nonverbal communication and linguistic subtlety. Women often use different body language when speaking, and Tamara had to learn to adapt to these subtle differences. She practiced tilting her head slightly while speaking, using her hands differently, and adjusting her facial expressions.

“Your face should appear softer, Tamara,” the speech therapist instructed her as they practiced a dialogue together. “Show less tension in your jaw and use your eyes more to convey emotions. Men often speak more directly and rigidly, but women tend to communicate more through their gestures and facial expressions.”

This nonverbal communication was practiced daily, and Tamara’s appearance slowly became softer and more elegant. Her movements became more feminine, her voice sounded softer, and her entire presence began to acquire the desired feminine charisma.

Healing of scars and medical aftercare

During voice training, the surgical procedures also received special attention. The surgical scars had to be examined and treated regularly. Especially in the breast area, where the enormous K-implants had been inserted, the skin was still sensitive and required special care. Her breasts were moisturized and bandaged daily to minimize scarring and keep the skin supple.

The nurses also regularly checked how her new proportions were adjusting. The widening of her hips and the more feminine shape of her face also required attention. Tamara was fitted with special compression garments to reduce swelling in the treated areas and support the healing process. She also received gentle massages to promote circulation and prevent adhesions in the scar tissue.

Adapting to the new body

Another crucial aspect of her aftercare was the physical adjustment to her new body. The implants, especially the oversized breasts, drastically changed not only Tamara’s appearance but also her mobility and posture. She had to learn to cope with the additional weight, which was particularly challenging for her posture and back.

“You need to walk upright and pull your shoulders back so the weight of your breasts is evenly distributed,” explained a physical therapist who specialized in supporting people after such procedures. “If you let your shoulders slump, you’ll suffer from severe back pain in no time.”

The physiotherapist showed her exercises to strengthen her back muscles and relieve pressure on her spine. She had to repeat certain movements daily to ensure she didn’t lean forward too much or adopt poor posture. Walking in high heels—a constant challenge she had experienced before her surgery—was also a new skill, as the added weight of her breasts and the altered proportions affected her balance.

Hormonal therapy and psychological support

To support the hormonal transition, Tamara was prescribed special hormone therapy to stabilize her body and further enhance her feminine characteristics. These hormones helped soften her skin, promote female body fat distribution, and balance her mood swings. However, the hormonal transition wasn’t easy, and she suffered from emotional ups and downs at times.

To address these psychological challenges, the hospital assigned her a therapist to help her cope with the mental and emotional burden of the transformation. The therapist, a kind and empathetic middle-aged woman, helped her accept her new reality.

“You’ve taken a big step, Tamara,” the therapist said gently during one of her sessions. “It’s normal to feel overwhelmed. But you’ll see that you’re strong enough to adapt. Over time, you’ll feel more comfortable in your new skin.”

Preparing for their new life

After several weeks in the hospital, as Tamara’s voice stabilized and the scars began to fade, the time for her discharge approached. She was no longer the person she had been before—her old life, her old identity, were far behind her. With a body completely female and refined down to the smallest detail, she now faced a new future.

Despite the insecurities that still plagued her, Tamara felt she had no choice but to embrace this new role. Doctors, therapists, and coaches had prepared her to continue living as a desirable woman—and her boss had already made clear what expectations were placed on her.

Intensive styling and make-up artist training

As Tamara’s body continued to recover and the scars gradually faded, another phase of her transformation began—external refinement and perfection. A few weeks before her scheduled discharge, Tamara was supervised by a stylist and a professional makeup artist who taught her how to best maintain and present her new appearance. This training was intensive and aimed at transforming Tamara not just into an attractive woman, but into a seductive and desirable presence.

The art of styling: hair, make-up and outfit choice

The day usually began early in the morning, when Tamara was introduced to the basics of hair and body care by her stylist, an elegant woman named Veronika. Veronika explained to her how important it was to always look flawless and well-groomed, as her appearance would play a central role in her life from now on.

“Your hair is one of your most important weapons,” Veronika explained, gently tugging at Tamara’s long, now glossy locks. “It should always look healthy and shiny, so we need to apply the right care every day. You’ll also learn how to style your hair appropriately for different occasions—sometimes seductive, sometimes elegant.”

Tamara’s daily routine included hours of lessons in which she learned how to create different hairstyles for different occasions. Whether voluminous curls, an elegant bun, or a sassy updo—Tamara had to master them all to always appear appropriately styled. The stylist taught her how to use a curling iron, hair straightener, and various care products to create each look perfectly.

At the same time, makeup artist Milan stepped in. He introduced Tamara to the intricacies of makeup and emphasized the importance of enhancing her feminine beauty. “You must always make sure your makeup highlights your best features,” said Milan, gently brushing a brush over Tamara’s cheekbones. “Your face is now perfectly shaped, with full lips and high cheekbones. We’ll use makeup to enhance these features even more.”

Milan showed Tamara how to make her eyes appear larger by skillfully applying smoky eyes, how to make her lips look fuller, and how to make her skin appear flawless. The morning makeup routine became an hours-long ritual, as Tamara learned, step by step, how to apply makeup professionally. “It’s important that you always look immaculate,” Milan reminded her repeatedly. “Men will only notice you if you’re perfectly styled.”

The Art of Seduction: Sexy Moves and Nonverbal Communication

But styling was just the beginning. An even greater challenge awaited Tamara when her trainer Eva arrived – an expert in body language and the art of seduction. Eva’s task was to initiate Tamara into the secrets of nonverbal communication, particularly how to use her movements to radiate sexual attraction to men.

“Tamara,” Eva began sternly, “your looks alone won’t be enough. You must learn to control your body language so that men feel like you want to have fun with them—without saying a word. Your movements, your looks, even the way you walk must signal seduction.”

The training began with simple walking exercises. Tamara had to walk in high heels, which gradually became higher and thinner until she could comfortably walk in 12- to 14-cm stilettos. Eva constantly corrected her. “Your hips need to swing more, Tamara! Make your steps smaller and more seductive. Men want to see that you’re there for them—every step should be a promise.”

This particular gait—a graceful, almost floating step with a pronounced hip swing—was difficult to master, but essential for Tamara’s new role. “Men pay attention to details,” Eva explained. “If you just walk normally, you’ll be overlooked. But if you walk like a woman who’s confident in her sexuality, you’ll turn heads.”

In addition to gait training, sitting and standing postures were also added. Tamara learned how to elegantly cross her legs, move her hands femininely, and alter her posture so that she always appeared inviting. It was a mixture of subtle sex appeal and flirtatious behavior that Eva instilled in her. “Every man should think you’re just waiting for him,” she explained. “Your gaze, your smile—all of that has to send signals.”

Special seduction exercises: The power of eyes and touch

The climax of the training was learning nonverbal seduction through eye and body contact. Eva taught Tamara how to captivate men with her gaze by maintaining long, intense eye contact, smiling slightly, and then slowly rocking away—a game that created tension. “It’s about the promise, not the fulfillment,” Eva said. “You want to make them feel like you’re interested, but they have to win you over.”

Touch was another important aspect. Tamara had to learn how to touch men subtly—on the arm, shoulder, or chest—without being intrusive. These fleeting touches should be intimate and inviting, but always in a way that leaves them wanting more. “Always let them think you want more,” Eva said. “But they should never have you completely.”

Daily practice and adaptation to the new role

Tamara’s days in the hospital were defined by these intensive training sessions. From morning styling to daily exercises with Eva, her life was dedicated to transforming her into a perfect seductress. After a few weeks, she noticed that her movements became more natural and her aura more sensual. It was as if she was slowly settling into the role destined for her.

But it was also a huge psychological burden. Every night, Tamara collapsed exhausted into her hospital bed, her mind filled with doubts and questions. Was this really her new life? Was she truly ready to do everything that was asked of her? But with each passing day, it became clearer: there was no turning back. The transformation was complete, and now it was up to her to fully adapt.

With each new skill she learned, she embraced her new identity a little more. Her body, her voice, her demeanor—all of it was no longer part of her old existence. Tamara was now a woman whose primary purpose was to please and serve men, and she knew she had to perfect this role down to the smallest detail.

As her discharge from the hospital approached, Tamara felt that the moment when she would fully embrace her new identity was not far off.

The Clock of Control: Erotic Commands on Demand

Shortly before Tamara was due to leave the hospital, her boss gave her a special gift – a sophisticated ladies’ watch whose significance went far beyond that of an ordinary timepiece. At first glance, the watch looked elegant, with a slender silver strap and a shimmering dial. But this watch was not just a piece of jewelry; it was a device of absolute control, allowing her boss to give Tamara instructions anytime, anywhere, without having to speak a word.

“This watch will help you adjust better to your new responsibilities,” her boss explained as he handed it to her. “It works via vibrations. Each pattern has a specific meaning, and you’ll have to learn to accurately understand each signal and respond immediately.”

The Vibration Patterns: A System of 50 Erotic Commands

Over the following days, Tamara underwent intensive training to recognize the various vibration patterns and perform the corresponding actions. Each vibration pattern represented a specific task or movement that she had to perform immediately as soon as she felt the signal. The pressure to respond flawlessly and without hesitation was enormous, as any delay could have consequences.

Here is a list of the 50 vibration patterns and their exact meaning:

Short single pulse: Immediate eye contact with the boss.
Double short pulse: tuck hair behind your ear and tilt your head slightly.
Long single pulse: Open a button on your shirt or blouse to reveal more cleavage.
Short pulse followed by long pulse: Moisten lips and stroke lightly over the lower lip.
Triple short pulse: Cross your legs and gently rock your shoe.
Short double pulse, long pulse: Look directly into the boss’s eyes and smile sensually.
Two long pulses: Slowly stroke your hand up your thigh.
Triple long pulse: Pull a skirt hem up slightly to show more leg.
Short, long, short pulse: Tie your hair up or throw it back slightly.
One long, two short pulses: Initiate a particularly slow, sensual gait.
Two short, one long pulse: lean shoulders back and emphasize the chest.
Triple short, one long pulse: Lift the skirt or dress discreetly to reveal the stockings.
Long pulse followed by two short pulses: Adjust your top slightly so that your bra straps show.
Two long pulses, short pulse: Slowly wrap a strand of hair around your finger and release.
Triple long pulse, short pulse: Adjust the dress or skirt more tightly to better emphasize the figure.
Short double pulse, long double pulse: Draw your lips with a deliberately slow movement.
Long pulse followed by three short pulses: Cross your legs while sitting so that your gaze falls on your thighs.
Two short pulses, two long pulses: Arch your back slightly to make your chest even more prominent.
Long pulse, two short pulses, one long pulse: Pull your skirt up extra high and maintain eye contact with your boss.
Short double pulse followed by a long pulse: Slightly increase the swing of the hips to make the gait more seductive.
Three long pulses, two short pulses: Open a button placket in the décolleté area to reveal a deeper neckline.
One long, three short pulses: Lightly stroke the collarbone to draw attention to the neck area.
Two long pulses, three short pulses: Let your tongue move lightly over your lips and smile sensually.
Four short pulses: Slowly run your fingers over your décolleté as if you were touching yourself.
Short double pulse followed by three long pulses: lower your gaze and then raise it again to feign innocence.
Long, short, long pulse: Adjust the skirt or dress so that the underwear is visible.
Two short pulses followed by two long pulses: Consciously stick your butt out more when walking.
Long double pulse followed by a short one: Slowly adjust your top or neckline to reveal more skin.
Three short pulses, one long pulse: Press your lips together and then open them slightly, as if you wanted to seduce someone.
Short single pulse followed by a long pulse: Pull down the collar of the top so that the collarbones are visible.
Triple short pulse followed by a long pulse: Gently stroke your neck.
Two long pulses, one short one: Place your hands gently on your hips and push your hips out emphatically.
One long pulse, three short pulses, followed by one long pulse: Bend forward slightly to make the neckline even more prominent.
Short pulse followed by three long pulses: Pull the hem of the dress or skirt even higher, exposing the thighs.
Double short pulse followed by a long pulse: Sensually stroke your stomach.
Four short pulses followed by one long pulse: Spread your legs wide to allow more visibility.
Two long, two short pulses: Pull the top or blouse down slightly on the shoulder to show more skin.
One long pulse, two short pulses, followed by one long pulse: Gently run your fingers over your lips while breathing deeply.
Triple long pulses followed by two short pulses: Place your hand on your bottom and stroke it lightly.
Two long pulses, three short pulses: Turn around slowly and look over your shoulder.
Long pulse, followed by a short, then a long pulse: Open the top or blouse further on one side.
Short, long, followed by three short pulses: Gently stroke the inner thighs.
Double long pulse: Lean your upper body slightly forward and wiggle your bottom.
Short double pulse followed by two long pulses: A suggestive look directly into a man’s eyes.
One long, three short pulses: Stretch the body to emphasize the chest even more.
Short single pulse, followed by one long, then three short pulses: Sigh deeply once and smile sensually.
Three short, one long pulse: While walking, lift your leg slightly higher to draw attention to your thighs.
Four long pulses: A suggestive look from top to bottom at the boss’s body.
Long double pulse, followed by a short one: Move over the lips and look deep into the boss’s eyes.
Two long, three short pulses: Move particularly slowly and breathe deeply and provocatively.

The training of control

The daily use of these vibration patterns was a challenge for Tamara. Her ability to immediately recognize and respond to the various signals was constantly tested. She learned how to adjust her body language on command and submit to her boss’s expectations. Every mistake, every hesitant reaction could have serious consequences, which further increased the psychological pressure on Tamara.

Tamara’s obedience was monitored down to the smallest detail by the watch. Wherever she was—whether at business dinners, in the office, or on the road—

Her boss could give her orders at any time and without words. With every vibration, she knew exactly what was expected of her and had to act without hesitation.

This watch, which appeared so innocent on the outside, was in reality the symbol of the total control exerted over Tamara’s life and body. It was not only an instrument of power, but also a constant reminder that her freedom was now forever restricted—and that from now on she would have to live her life according to her boss’s rules.

When the day of her discharge arrived, Tamara stood nervously in front of her hospital room mirror. It was the day she would finally step into her new role. Her time in the hospital, marked by countless training sessions, surgeries, and adjustments, was drawing to a close. She knew that from this moment on, there was no turning back.

The final check and the provocative clothing

Her boss entered the room, elegantly dressed and with a satisfied smile on his lips. “Ready for your new future, my love?” he asked in a smug tone. In his hand, he held a garment that shocked Tamara at first glance. It was an extremely tight, black leather skirt, so short it barely covered half of her thighs. She wore a transparent blouse that covered almost nothing, and underneath, a bra that perfectly showcased her new, massive bust—which was still freshly healed.

“Put this on,” he ordered without any possibility of refusal.

Tamara knew she had no choice. With trembling fingers, she put on the provocative outfit, while her boss scrutinized her with a look that only made her more insecure. Her feet slid into a pair of extremely high stilettos, forcing her into a provocative posture on wobbly legs. Every movement became a challenge, but that was part of her new life—she was supposed to always move seductively, even if it was difficult.

When she was finally ready, the doctor arrived for a final check. “Everything looks good,” he said with an approving nod. “But remember: You should refrain from sexual intercourse for the next few weeks to allow the wounds to heal completely. After that, you can slowly start again.” The comment seemed directed more at her boss than at her.

The journey to the airport

Shortly afterward, Tamara and her boss left the clinic. A luxury car was already waiting outside to take them to the airport. The ride was quiet, but Tamara felt her boss repeatedly casting demanding glances at her. Every movement she made in her tight skirt and high heels was closely observed. Tamara had learned to move under such gazes – provocatively, yet cautiously, so as not to make a mistake.

When they arrived at the airport, the company jet was already waiting for them. It was the same luxurious aircraft they had used on previous business trips, but this time something was different. Tamara sensed that this trip had a special purpose – she would now finally become his personal assistant in every sense of the word.

The flight and approach in the jet

As soon as they boarded the jet and took their seats, her boss began to move closer to her. His gaze wandered inquisitively over her body, which was on display in the tight outfit. “You look particularly seductive today, Tamara,” he whispered in her ear, placing a hand on her knee and slowly stroking it upwards.

Tamara’s heart began to beat faster. She knew it was inevitable, and she had learned over the past few weeks that it was better to conform and obey than to resist. With trembling fingers, she smoothed her blouse as he continued to press his body against hers.

“The watch you’re wearing will help us create the right mood in every situation,” he said quietly, fiddling with the dial on her wrist. A brief vibration pulse went through the watch, and Tamara immediately knew what that meant—she needed to turn her upper body even further toward him so that her breasts were even more clearly in his field of vision.

Her boss leaned back, relaxed, and grinned contentedly. “We still have a long flight ahead of us,” he said, placing a hand on her hip. “I’m going to teach you how to be a real assistant—in every sense.”

The watch’s vibrations soon became regular, and with each new instruction, Tamara had to perform a different provocative gesture—sometimes pushing the hem of her skirt up even further, sometimes pressing her legs closer together to more clearly emphasize her figure. She felt her boss increasingly taking control over her, not just through words, but through every touch, every command the watch conveyed.

The future

As the plane climbed into the clouds and Tamara surrendered without resistance to her boss’s increasing advances, she knew this was just the beginning. The freedom she once knew was now finally over. From now on, she was his assistant, not only in the office, but also in the most private and intimate areas of his life.

The journey would still be long, but Tamara had already understood: her new life would not only consist of work, but of constant seduction, control, and silent obedience to her boss’s orders—whether these were communicated through words or the vibrations of the watch.

Arriving at the company headquarters: A new identity

After the jet landed, Tamara was escorted off the plane by her boss. The tension within her grew with every step she took in her absurdly high stilettos. Her gait was forcedly elegant, her posture erect, even though her insides trembled with nervousness. The tight leather skirt cut into her skin with every movement, and the translucent blouse left no doubt as to how exposed she was now to the men’s gaze.

As they entered the company building, Tamara immediately felt the attention of the people. Rumors of her “return” had already spread through the office, but no one was prepared for what they were about to see. Colleagues with whom she had once worked shoulder to shoulder now stared at her in disbelief as she entered the conference room with the boss. Conversations fell silent, eyes widened, and an eerie silence fell over the room.

The revelation: “This is Tamara”

The boss cleared his throat, stepped forward, and spoke. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began with a smug smile. “I’m pleased to introduce our new assistant. This is Tamara.” He paused briefly, letting the moment sink in, and then added with a mischievous undertone, “Some of you may know her by another name.”

It took those present a moment to realize what he meant. A murmur ran through the crowd. Astonishment and shock hung in the air. Tamara felt the men’s gazes immediately turn to her body. She was aware of the fact that she was no longer perceived as the colleague she once was. She was now an object of fantasy, an image of seduction, created to please men.

Some of the men whispered to each other, and Tamara could read the unmistakable thoughts in their eyes. Fantasies of passion and control, of power over this new woman, who had once been one of them, were spreading. Her colleagues looked at her as if they were already thinking about what they could do with her if they were alone with her.

The wild fantasies of colleagues

Tamara could almost physically feel the men’s desire. She saw how they couldn’t tear their eyes away from her breasts, which bulged beneath her transparent blouse. Some of them were obviously imagining what it would be like to run their fingers over the soft latex that supported her artificial breasts. Their gazes continued to wander to her legs, clad in thin, shimmering stockings, and to her stilettos, which slowed her movements and made her appear even more graceful.

“Incredible,” whispered one of the younger colleagues, while another laughed quietly and nudged his friend. “I never would have thought he… she would become something like this.” They looked as if they were imagining what it would be like to see Tamara in a private situation—no longer as a colleague, but as a desirable woman, ready to fulfill their every wish.

An older colleague standing next to the boss let out an appreciative whistle. “She’s only good for one thing, isn’t she?” he asked with a grin, and the boss returned the grin in a way that left no doubt. “Oh yes,” he said quietly, but so Tamara could hear. “And that’s just the beginning.”

Tamara: The new reality

Tamara knew that from this moment on, she would no longer be treated as a serious colleague. She was an object of desire, a plaything for the fantasies of the men in the office. Her boss had already prepared her for this being her new role, but now she experienced it in full force. Her colleagues—the men who had once considered her an equal—now saw her as something else, something less than a human being, but more than just a woman. They saw her as a tool for their sexual fantasies.

As the boss led her through the office, she could feel the hungry gazes of the men following her. Some of them were practically dying to approach her, while others stared at her in disbelief, unable to comprehend that this was the same person who had once walked the halls in pantsuits.

Tamara knew she was now completely under her boss’s control and his desires. In her high heels and tight, revealing clothing, she felt like a gift on display. Her colleagues, who may have once felt respect for her, now saw her as something else entirely—an object of desire waiting to be used.