This choice: Miss Tanaka squirts a harsh liquid down your throat, causing you to cough. • Go Back...Chapter #7Miss Tanaka squirts a harsh liquid down your th... by: Mr. George   Open mouthed you gape at your reflection. Disturbed by how much you look like the other office girls... Damn it.... No, the office girls.
You feel the tart sting as Miss Tanaka takes your open mouth as an invitation. You swallow reflexively, and start to cough. Expecting this, she offers you a glass of water. Noisily you gulp down the contents, drowning out your coughing, spluttering snorts.
"Thanks..."
You want to say more, as you hand the glass back to her. But, you're too startled by your softer, higher voice.
"It's one of our company's products, to help you adjust." Her explanation/excuse beyond questioning.
Trying for a deeper tone, for something closer to your normal pitch, you find your throat closing down. Hell, you can't even cough, or growl in anything close to your usual range. Humiliatingly, your growl comes out more as a purr.
"Oh, and it's Thank You, Miss Tanaka." she cautions you, "You are only a junior here, and should show respect to your superiors."
"Sorry, Miss Tanaka. I'll remember." your words sounding lighter than you feel.
"Now we need a smile. You're representing the company."
Your expression flickers briefly, passing through a smile before dropping unconvincingly on the other side.
Her expression hardens at your failure. Before a solution appears in her eyes.
"If you prefer a less public role, I can have Sakura rework your appearance for another position in the company."
She plucks a photo book from the make-up girl's box of tricks before finding the image she wants.
"Of course. A simpler position, in the canteen serving the secretaries, and OL's. A girl like that doesn't need to smile so brightly." She holds the book open displaying a Japanese take on the French Maid. But it's the cleavage.... She has one. A few minutes ago, you never would have thought you could have passed as Japanese. At least, it's Japanese in it's restraint. You can imagine hiding it inside a long overcoat, hiding your secret. But now you dread to think how realistic that cleavage... that bust will feel.
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Seeing where your eyes are drawn, Miss Tanaka continues, adding pressure to your decision. "That's an option, too. A bustier girl, has other distractions than her face." She flicks to another page, and you see the bustiest Japanese girl you've ever seen.
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"Naturally, you do get to close your blouse while you're working." Her voice fades, and her smile widens as you both reach the same conclusion. Her job was never as a secretary, even if that's her job title.
"Now, do you want to try that smile again with more conviction?"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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