“You can go in now Miss Evans.” the cute blonde receptionist said as she sat behind her tiny little desk.
“giggle Like, thanks Hon.” Tabitha said as she stood up, checked her tits hadn’t fallen out of her dress, her hair was till perfect, and her dress hand’t ridden up her ass, and then proceeded into her family lawyers office.
A month ago none of that would have been required. Her small a cups, her flat ass and her short dull brown hair were all perfect for the professional appearance she curated for herself.
She’d come to see the family lawyer several months after her parents had suddenly passed on in a car accident, unable to delay dealing with the fallout any longer. She’d been surprised at the change since the last time she’d been there. Gone was the dark wood paneling, the stuffy receptionist that looked to be about 100 years old, all replaced with shiny new things.
Tabitha stepped into the office and closed the door behind her, he was standing just in front of his desk and so she wiggled her way over to him, threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly.
“Chuck! Oh my gawd, it’s so good to see you!” she squealed, pulled back a little and then kissed him on the lips.
When he broke it off she giggled and blushed a little, “Good to see you too Tabbi. I see you took up my suggestion for the spa visit.” he said, grabbing her ass and giving it a squeeze.
“Like, totally! Best spa ever! giggle” she said but didn’t mean it in the slightest. It was in fact the worst spa ever.
They’d quickly infiltrated her mind with drugs and conditioning, then gotten right to work on her body. When she returned just last night, she appeared and acted as little more than a dumb blonde bimbo, even if she fought it with every ounce of her being.
“Well glad to hear you enjoyed it. Now then…” he said and stepped to the side of his desk before opening a folder that was on it and turning it to her, “I have some documents for you to sign.”
She giggled and picked up the pen on his desk and started signing without a second of hesitation, “Like, what are these for?” she managed to ask.
Charles chuckled and placed his hand on her ass, “Oh nothing much. Just signing over power of attorney to me, along with a resignation from your job, transferring your condo and car into my name, making me the sole administrator of your trust fund, you know… basically signing your life over to me so you don’t have to worry about anything in the future.”
“Oh my god, that sounds perfect! giggle” she replied even as she screamed in her own head, and signed paper after paper.
Finally she was done she stood up straight as he closed the folder and set it aside, “Let me see your purse.” he said, reaching his hand out to her.
She smiled and handed over her purse, which he set on the desk and rummaged through it. The first thing he pulled out was her phone, “Unlock this.” he said handing it to her and then going back into her purse.
She did so and waited until he pulled out her wallet and her keys and set both on the desk.
He took the phone and typed away on it for a few moments before handing it back to her. On the screen was her saved contact, but he’d changed several details, including her home address and her work number.
He walked around behind his desk and opened one of his drawers, pulling out a phone, an ID card, several credit cards, and a set of keys.
Picking up her wallet, he opened it and removed her ID card and credit cards, replacing them with the new ones. He then placed her wallet back in her purse, swapped the new keys for her old ones, and then handed her the new phone.
“The new home address is a small apartment on the west side of the city. Don’t worry about rent, it’s taken care of. Each of the credit cards will be paid off at the end of each month, but only spend what you need, understand?” he asked.
She nodded and then he continued, “The new work address is the Pink Kitty Club. When you get there tonight ask for Mike, the manager, he’ll get you settled. Follow his instructions to the letter.”
A little shiver ran through her as she nodded once more.
“The second phone is your work phone. Give it out to anyone that wants it at the club. You will respond to any messages you receive promptly and eagerly.”
She giggled and squealed a little while inwardly wanting to throw the phone at his head.
“Alright, that should be it for now. If you need anything or have problems, talk to Mike or myself. Now go to your new apartment and get settled in.”
“Thanks Chucky!” she squealed and then gave him another hug, rubbing her tits in to his chest as best she could, before releasing him and wiggling her ass out of his office.
On her way down the elevator she pulled out her wallet and looked at her new ID card, Tabbi Evans, there was even a new photo on it.
She arrived at the car service that was waiting for her and climbed into the back, giving the driver her new address before he pulled away and she left her old life behind for good.
