It was a week before the election and Connor was feeling confident, he was ahead in the polls and it seemed like nothing could stop him from winning.
The thing that bugged him was that his opponent didn’t even seem to be trying to get the vote.
He was sitting in his office working with papers.
“Mr. Clark, your interview for the personal assistant position is here.” His assistant Jordan said.
“Sure, let him…” He reached his hand towards the intercom and was paused by a sudden thought, “But I already have a PA.”
Confused, he hit the intercom button, “Jordan, I’m not interviewing anyone. Why would I want to hire a PA? I already have you.”
The intercom buzzed back, “I know, Mr. Clark, it sounds ridiculous, but he says he has an interview with you it’s even written down on the schedule.
I don’t remember writing it, but it is in my handwriting.”
There must’ve been a mistake, Connor lift the phone, “I don’t need another assistant. Cancel the interview.”
There was a slight pause and then Jordan replied, “I believe you may want to reconsider, Mr. Clark.”
“And why’s that?”
Jordan responded his voice sounded higher in pitch, “Well it’s just… I mean.. he’s really cute. Giggle.”
Connor was shocked. He had never heard Jordan giggle or sound like some airhead.
“Listen Jo, I don’t care what he looks like. I’m not gonna hire a second PA. Send him away.”
But the response didn’t come, “Jo?” It was the moment he realized something odd.
He was talking to a PA that was fired weeks ago.
Sure he quickly realized what a ditz he had hired.
He remembers the day Jerri was trying to seduce him to save her job. Needless to say she was fired sooner than she could say “Jack Robinson”, not that it was hard, given how dumb she was.
He looked at the range of paperwork on his desk that seemed bigger than it did just a couple of minutes ago, and sighed.
“Things would be so much easier with an assistant,” he thought,
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in,” he announced.
The door opened slightly and a tall good-looking man entered.
“Mr. Clark? I’m here for an interview about the personal assistant.”
“Please come in and have a seat.”
He walked in with a strong and confident presence and sat opposite of him.
Connor stood and walked towards a counter at the side of the room and poured himself some coffee,
“Do you want anything to drink, Mister…?”
“Oh, no Connor,” replied the man, “I know it’s PA’s job to get coffee for the boss, but don’t get ahead of yourself, you don’t have the job yet.”
This statement confused Connor, as he turned and saw the man sitting in his chair.
“What are you doing in my chair?” he asked furiously.
“Because I’m gonna be the one interviewing you.”
“You see, your business colleges think the politician career isn’t right up to your alley.”
“Business colleges? You mean those bastards? I knew they would play dirty.”
“Yes, and I’m about to help you avoid crossing them.”
“Don’t do anything stupid. I can pay you twice the price!”
“No, Mr. Clark, I’m the man of a word. Besides I’m not sure you have enough money for it.
You see, my agent went back in time to fix your father’s reports, so he was fired from every job he took. Making him a simple taxi driver eventually.
As a result, you’ve lived a significantly less luxurious life. You’ve never went to a big university, so now you’re here to interview for the PA position.”
Connor furrowed his brow. He remembered getting ready for the interview, but why did he want a position as an assistant?
He recalled his previous job. He was sitting uncomfortably in his poor-fitting suit.
“Hey, you! Get me some coffee!”
“Sure thing, Mr. Spenser,” Connor said with an uncertain smile.
He’d showed so much potential, but here he was a 40 years old peon. Where had it all gone so wrong for him?
“What have you done to me?” Connor snapped back out of the trance of the new memories.
“I know it’s harsh, but work is work. It takes time until you completely catch up to the timeline shifts.
Memories of your new life should start appearing soon. You’ll have conflicts at first. But as time flies you will embrace your new identity.
But you know what, Connor, I’ll help you to start over.”
“Right now my agent is making so your parents can’t have a child at twenty. But their love is stronger.
And they overcome this issue and give birth to you, just a little bit later, nearing their forties.”
Connor was shocked. In all his twenty-two… ten….two years working within the political field he had never seen anything like that.
This young man had impressive power. Wait, he wasn’t that much younger than him, was he?
“Look, I’m grateful,” replied Connor, “It’s just that when you said you’d help me, I didn’t think you’d mean to mess up with my parents and make 20 years old again.”
The man looked back at him and smirked, “Well, that’s okay Mr. Clark.”
“Now I can start over, having twenty more years ahead, I’ll be able to run a career they could only dream of!”
“I’m afraid, we can’t have that, you would go after my reputation,” he had a look of slight disappointment typing something.
“What? Wait! No, no!”
“My agent will have to visit your parents that night you were conceived.
They went to a nice restaurant on their twentieth anniversary. But what if their food was slightly different and the cook spiked it with something interesting.”
“Congratulations, it’s a girl!”
Connor opened his eyes to see who the hell this girl was, but, to his surprise, was greeted by two heaving mounds of flesh where his muscular chest had been moments earlier.
A pair of erect nipples, which were much larger than he was used to, topped them. He focused his vision on the valley between his new assets.
“Stop!” he yelled as authoritatively as he could, but it came out as a breathy, feminine whisper.
He tried again, this time with all of the energy and concentration his quivering body could manage,
“Nooo, this is wrong. How, what… I am a boy!”
“A boy? Cynthia, why would Mr. Miller want to have a boy as PA, you surely heard about his weakness toward women.” He remembered hearing that he was a bit of a pervert, so he figured he’d dress little bit more daring. It would help him secure the position.
“Noo, You doing something to me again. I remember being the politician … Fuck you!”
“I’m sorry, Cynthia, but you’re going all the way,” As he looked up he found himself sitting on the other side of the desk.
“Ms. Clark, I’m going to interview you. I’d like to go over the information you provided.”
“You said you were 20, is that correct?”
“You’re want to work for Mr. Miller?”
“For the level of education, you indicated you have a law degree certificate at Boston Community College?”
“No, I have a law degree from Boston University and a BA in political science, ”
He typed something again, as Connor’s eyes grew unfocused. Surely that wasn’t right?
After graduating high school he had gone to a four-year school… But the more he thought about it the more it sounded wrong.
No, he had wanted to go to a four-year school, but his parents couldn’t afford it, not mention his academics that weren’t exactly up to it.
Instead he got accepted at Community College and did their one year certificate.
“Are you alright, Ms. Clark?” the man asked with concern.
“Fuck you, you can’t take away my education, I worked my ass off for eight years to become a lawyer!”
“So you’re haven’t been to Community College?”
“No, I haven’t!”
“Okay, If you say you never went to college, I have no right to doubt it,” he said with an eerie smile.
“Wait, that’s not what I… “
“My bad, how can I even expect you to finish anything but highschool.”
As he typed something, a warm feeling started in Connor’s head.
“Your mother raised you to be her smart studious girl, but my agent is already making your father to meet Krystal.
While your mom left for a few days, Krystal sits in his taxi. It’s a sparkle. Love has its ways.”
“You’re waking up to the sound of muffled moans. Is your mom came home sooner? I doubt that she could come a day before.
But my agent is there to help her. Her unexpected return will result in a quick divorce. And even faster wedding of your dad and Krystal.”
Synthia was a little surprised by those words. ‘Dad had a second wife’?
She desperately tried to recall memories of her mom, she realized she left them as soon she caught her dad’s cheating.
NO! For the first time, she must resist… She didn’t want to forget her mom - the woman who was always there for her, who had taught her how to pay attention to her studies, taught her to never spoils her hair with paint dye nor her face with makeup.
Who always knew exactly what to say to cheer her up. She tried to remember more about her, but she felt like the memories were drifting away like sand on the wind. She summoned all the will she could to stop this… process, whatever it was.
She became dimly aware that it had taken other things from her, but nothing was as important as this.
As she thought this, she found it! A memory of a beautiful woman with blonde hair tucking her into bed.
The woman kissed her on the forehead, sat down on the bed, pulled out a book, no, a magazine and began reading.
Krystal was the best stepmom she could wish. She not only let her do makeup, but taught her the techniques, later she let her dye her hair the same platinum blonde as her.
And helped her to do the right choice on quitting the school.
“No, no, no! My mom!” she screamed inside herself. More parts of the memory were disappearing. It faded and faded and faded until…
“Cindy, I think we can stop here. I’m going to need to make a quick call. Please excuse me for a second.”
“You’re gonna call them aren’t you? To tell them you’ve turned me into a school dropout?”
“I’m impressed, Ms. Clark. Your deviation is something to be proud of. You could make a career. But unfortunately for you, I have to finish my job.”
“You already ruined me, what is there to lose?”
“My agent is spiking your food throughout your teens with a monstrous dose of estrogen.”
Slowly and with a strange stretching noise she couldn’t quite place,
Cindy’s tits began ballooning outward, quickly surpassing the perky size she’d had in high school,
continuing far past the normal range of what would be considered decent in a top this skimpy.
As the fabric began to pull and her straps started digging into her shoulders, Cindy gasped and began feeling pleasure like she couldn’t remember.
Her knees weakened and she nearly buckled to the floor. Then, quite abruptly, the world seemed to return to life around her.
“Oooohhh….” Cindy groaned. She looked down at the largest tits she’d ever imagined,
her hands coming up and tweaking nipples that looked like fingers trying to pop free above the obscenely small tank top.
As she rubbed, everything came back to her. How she’d had a very sudden growth spurt throughout college, how every month she was buying new bras and how eventually she’d simply given up wearing them. She remembered all the guys she fucked, how they constantly called her tits nicknames, and just loved spraying their seed all over them.
“Thanks to my agents, your dyes and make up were full of chemicals to slow the cognition down , sinking through the skin, getting to your bloodstream.”
“Noo.” She recalled how many times she used to dye her hair blonde, literally making herself a “dumb blonde” and now it all came crashing her
like a train.
She was Cindi Clark, 20 year old girl, barely out of high school in Boston. She was known throughout the school as the high school slut.
She has sucked and fucked pretty much every guy worth sucking and fucking in the school, including half the staff.
She was never good at studying, but she hasn’t counted on her education for the future.
She ran her tongue across her plump lips and smiled at the man. “So what … um…were we talking about?” she asked, her mind was lost in thoughts of his cock.
“Now tell me,” he said, looking her over, “Why do you want this position?”
She thought long and hard before replying.
The man laughed and added, “Synthia…?”
“Cindi,” she interjected. She looked up at the man with an oddly confused expression on her face. “I’m sure you’re aware of dominance in the adult film industry.”
Cindi shook her head once more causing her luscious blonde hair to move about wildly.
“No?” he responded, “That’s surprising. I figured that you were here to interview for a position in that business.”
The girl’s eyes grew wide and she spoke up, “No sir, I don’t want…like … a job in porn!”
“Are you sure?” he replied,
“I could have sworn that you would be here for that position. We’re always looking for new, young talent. Don’t you like fucking? Wouldn’t you like to be paid for it?”
Cindi was reminded of her wet pussy and remembered just how many guys she had fucked in her few years of sexuality.
“Besides, with the way you’re dressed I just assumed that you were here for an audition.”
She analyzed her outfit. It was true. She did look like a porn star. Her tight blouse did everything it could to emphasize her large, pert tits and her tiny black skirt hardly covered her ass. Even her stocking-covered legs were put on display by her five-inch pumps.
“Especially with those tits,” he continued, “They practically look like they were made for porn!” He typed something.
“Oh, no sir! These are…. fake?” replied the confused girl, as memories of surgeries occupied her tiny head, while her boobs swelled with silicone.
“Yes, father didn’t want his daughter to be a slut, so you had to change your surname. “
“Cindi Starz.” She moaned at the memories of her younger self, starting to doing cam shows for some easy money,
which turned out to be very lucrative, as pervy young men always wanted to look at her big titties.
“Noo, please. Don’t make me a dumb porn slut.”
The man was impressed by the will power of Connor Clark. He knew he would break him sooner or later, but he wasted too much on him, so he decided to act.
Suddenly he grabbed her hips with a pair of strong hands and spun her around.
She tried to fight, as one of his hands slid under her obnoxiously short skirt and stroked the thin fabric that covered her wet pussy.
“Wow, you’re a really hot slut, aren’t you?” stated the man.
Cindi couldn’t do anything but moan as his hand found her clit. The feeling was amazing, even through the barrier of her panties.
“You’re like a bitch in heat! Are you sure you don’t want to fuck for a living? Your cute ass could make millions.”
He emphasized his statement with a firm slap on her butt.
The blonde didn’t want to think about it, but the sensation in her pussy, feeling like this, for a living started to become very enticing.
His other hand started sliding her panties off her hips and past her butt.
“I mean, just think about the possibilities,” he said as her slid a finger between her pussy lips,
“You’d be paid to have sex,” He inserted his finger into her wet cunt to emphasize his offer.
Cindi cupped a tit with her right hand as she leaned on the desk with her left. The feelings were so intense and she knew
that fucking was what she was meant to do.
“Yes…” she replied weakly.
“Yes, what?” he asked and he wiggled his finger inside of her.
Cindi moaned, but managed to answer, “Yes, I want to work in porn.” She gasped as he slid a second finger into her tight pussy.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he replied and he pulled his fingers from her dripping cunt,
“But I can’t just give a job to everyone. You’ll need to audition.” She turned around and looked at him with a hurt expression on her face.
“Starting now,” he continued, “Show me how badly you want to work as porn star by giving me a blowjob.”
Cindi didn’t hesitate to obey. She dropped to her knees and brushed her long blonde hair out of the way as she fished his large cock out of his slacks. As his dick sprang into view, she felt an overwhelming need to have it, to taste it.
He smiled down at her as she swallowed his cock.
“You know,” he said as her head bobbed in his lap,
“I have another girl who started not too long ago. I think you two would get along really well…
You could encourage each other as you learn the ropes, maybe even star in a few scenes together. How does that sound?”
Cindi couldn’t answer as she continued sucking his delicious cock for all it was worth. The man must have taken her silence for consent because he said,
“Her name’s Jerri. I think you’ll really like her.”
Cindi felt like she already knew a Jerri, but she couldn’t place the name. In any case, she was already excited to meet her new friend
and even more eager to start shooting scenes.
The blondie really hoped that he’d employ her. She couldn’t blow the opportunity in front of her.
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