Take Melissa somewhere more private before transforming her
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You glance around the busy street, noticing several passersby who might witness whatever happens next.
"I'd be happy to help with your... fantasy," you tell Melissa quietly. "But we should find somewhere more private first."
Melissa's eyes light up with excitement. "Oh my god, you'll really do it?" She clutches your arm, her fingers digging into your sleeve. "There's an alley just behind this building. No one goes there this time of night."
You allow her to lead you around the corner into a narrow passage between two buildings. The noise from the street fades, replaced by the distant hum of air conditioning units and the occasional drip of water. A single security light casts long shadows across the brick walls.
"Is this okay?" Melissa asks, her breath quickening with anticipation. She sets her purse down on a clean section of concrete and straightens her skirt nervously. "I've been dreaming about this for so long. Being transformed into someone's perfect secretary... someone important, someone powerful."
She watches eagerly as you remove the Servant Gun from your bag. The device gleams under the security light, its metallic surface reflecting a bluish glow.
"Will it hurt?" she asks, though she doesn't sound concerned—merely curious.
"I don't think so," you reply honestly, examining the gun's settings. You scroll to 'Secretary' and the small screen displays an image of a professional woman in glasses and a tight skirt suit.
"I'm ready," Melissa whispers, closing her eyes and spreading her arms slightly. "Make me your perfect secretary. Make me... yours."
You aim the gun at her chest and pull the trigger. A beam of pulsating light envelops Melissa. She gasps, not in pain but in apparent pleasure, her body arching as the transformation begins.
Melissa's casual outfit shimmers and changes before your eyes. Her jeans and blouse melt away, replaced by a formfitting charcoal gray skirt suit with a white blouse underneath. The blouse is unbuttoned just enough to reveal an enticing hint of cleavage. Her auburn hair lengthens slightly, styling itself into a neat but sensual updo. Glasses materialize on her face—stylish, rectangular frames that enhance her now-calculating eyes.
Her body reshapes itself beneath the new clothing, curves becoming more pronounced yet professional—larger breasts straining slightly against her blouse, a narrower waist, and wider hips that give her skirt an alluring sway. Her legs lengthen, now ending in black stiletto heels that appear out of nowhere.
When the light fades, Melissa stands before you transformed. She adjusts her glasses with a practiced motion and pulls a small notepad from her suit pocket that wasn't there before.
"Good evening," she says in a newly crisp, efficient voice. "I'm Melissa, your executive secretary. May I take down your schedule for tomorrow? I notice you have several potential appointments that need organizing." She looks at you with complete devotion in her eyes, ready to serve your every professional—and personal—need.