You Messed Up

The air-conditioning kicks on as Mr Dale sits at his large desk. He looks outside at the blistering heat and fans his face knowing just how hot it must be outside.  

Looking around at his large office, he feels glad for a moment that he’s the CEO of the company and that he’s not working in the offices below. They couldn’t afford to fix the air conditioning units on the lower floors. It wasn’t in the budget after the shareholder party.

Mr Dale then looks at his Rolex and rolls his lips. He wants to clock off early and leave the rest of his admin to his secretary. He knows he’s got her wrapped around his finger.

Reaching across to his intercom, he clears his throat.

“Miss Ashcroft,” He says down the intercom. “Clear my schedule for the rest of the day.”

Static is the only noise as Miss Ashcroft doesn’t answer.

“Ashcroft,” Mr Dale shouts, causing his blood pressure to rise. “Answer me now or you're fired!”

Pressing down harder on the intercom button, Mr Dale waits impatiently for a response. Eventually, the timid and quiet voice of Miss Ashcroft answers.

“S-sir…,” she squeaks. “Y-you’ve got an appointment with Mr Worthington in ten minutes. You can’t leave off yet. He’s the man whose little girl went missing during one of the factory tours.”

Mr Dale grits his teeth and rages at the fact he’s being told what to do by a lowly secretary. “I don’t care,” he howls. “I’m the fucking CEO. Learn your place, little miss or you’ll never work again in this city!” 

Miss Ashcroft lets out a nervous audible squeak. “O-o-k….,” she pauses, but Mr Dale can hear her breathing heavily. “But Mr Worthington is here now and he’s desperate to talk to you.”

Frustrated and angry, Mr Dale lets go of the intercom button and slams a fist down onto his desk. With fury, he gets up from his office chair and storms across his office towards the large double doors. Throwing them open, he stares daggers at the young blonde woman sitting at her desk outside.

“Miss. Ashcroft,” he growls angrily. “Get in my office right now! We are going to have a talk about this attitude, young lady!”

Letting out another nervous squeak, Miss. Ashcroft looks nervously away. Starting to shake, she glares across the room like she’s seen a ghost.

Seconds later, Mr Worthington steps out from behind a pillar with a big grin across his face. Mr Dale is a heavy-set man, standing just over six feet, but Mr Worthington is built like a brick shit house.

“Mr Dale…. I presume?” Mr Worthington says, asserting his dominance in the situation with his powerful deep voice.”

Mr Dale takes one look at the threatening man and his heart starts to thud. “Ashcroft,” he commands. “Call security and get this man out of my sight.”

Mr Worthington laughs, knowing he’s intimidating him without doing anything. “Why? I have an apportionment.”

“I don’t have any apportionments with you,” Mr Dale snaps back. “Not now. Not ever.”

Mr Worthington rolls his eyes. “That’s not good enough.” He turns his attention to Miss Ashcroft, who’s trying to hide as best she can from the situation. “What do you think young lady? Do you think it’s time?”

Confused as to what he’s referring to, Mr Dale turns to look at Miss. Ashcroft nods in response.

Light a flash of lightning, Mr Worthing moves across the room toward Mr Dale like a sly fox catching its prey. Having hold of a concealed syringe in his right hand, Mr Worthington buries the needle deep into Mr Dale’s arm.

Stepping back in fear, Mr Dale goes white as a sheet as he sees the bring pink syringe sticking out his arm. Instantly his mind races.

“W-w-w-what have you injected me with!?” Mr Dale screeches, pulling the syringe from his arm.

Mr Worthington folds his arms and smiles triumphantly. “Let’s call it karma,” he replies without emotion.

Unable to feel his legs, Mr Dale begins to panic. He assumes he’s been poisoned. His entire body begins to tingle.

“C-call…,” Mr Dale wheezes. “The p-police.”

Miss Ashcroft doesn’t move. Instead of being the timid woman she was moments ago, she leans back in her chair with confidence.

“No,” she replies plainly. “You deserve this.”

Utterly shocked by her reply, Mr Dale coughs as the pain across his body begins to intensify. He feels like he’s being crushed by the weight of the Atlantic Ocean.

“Do you remember my daughter?” Mr Worthington says, having to lean down to look Mr Dale in the eyes. “She died during a trip to one of your factories.”

Mr Dale squeaks in pain as he finds it difficult to respond.

“I know, I know…,” Mr Worthington laughs at his pain. “It doesn’t make me happy to have to do this to you, but if you’re going to cover up my daughter’s death to save your own selfish ass…. krama is going to catch up with you.”

Unexpectedly, Mr Dale’s pants fall to around his ankles. Mr Worthington points at looks back at Miss Ashcroft with a grin.

“I bet you're wondering what’s happening to you?” Mr Worthington asks with a sinister voice. “I know your cost-cutting took my daughter, so I’m taking something back from you!”

“Is it working?” Miss Ashcroft asks.

Mr Worthington nods back at her. “Sure is. Moments from now, my daughter will be reborn.”

Now scared for his Life, Mr Dale tries to move back into his office to call for help. His legs, however, don’t respond and he falls flat on the floor. As he lies on the tiled floor, he screams out in pain as his bones shrink before his very eyes.

“Looks painful,” Mr Worthington comments, standing over him as his body transforms. Looking back at Miss, Ashcroft, he looks concerned. “Are you sure you want to put yourself through a transformation like this, Miss?”

Miss Ashcroft stands at her desk and stares at Mr. Dale screaming out in pain.

“I’m sure,” she eventually answers, giving Mr Worthington a determined look. “I’m not going to go back on my word. You wanted me to replace him once you’d transformed him. I’m happy to do that.”

“You’re a saint,” Mr Worthington replies, putting his hands together to thank her. “At least someone in this godforsaken company has a soul. Not like this disgusting little worm.”

Mr Dale tries to listen to their conversation, but the pain is too intense for him to think about anything else. He feels like he’s being compressed and shaped into something completely different. Like he’s cookie doe and he’s being forced into a shape of a little girl.

“So, he’s really going to become your daughter?” Miss Ashcroft asks, looking for clarity.

“That’s the plan,” Mr Worthington replies. “His blatant disregard for safety took her life, so I think it only fitting that he pays with his.”

“But even if he looks like your daughter, won’t he still be himself? He’s a nasty man—do you really want that as a daughter?”

“Don’t worry, Miss.” Mr Worthington smiles confidently. “He’s going to undergo very intense training and cognitive behaviour therapy. In about a year, remembering his life as a man will only be a bad dream.”

“Once he’s a six-year-old girl…,” Miss Ashcroft asks cautiously. “You aren’t going to hurt him…are you?”

“I’m not a monster,” Mr Worthington replies, quickly checking that Mr Dale’s transformation is going to plan. “I miss my daughter and I just want her back. In time he will learn to love me. Remember, I’m giving him a second chance to live his life differently. This is his chance to repent and for his heinous actions.”

Interrupting them, a girly squeak echoes around the room. Mr Dale throws his hands down toward his crotch.

“Oh,” Mr Worthington reacts, looking down at the now very feminine man. “Was that your manhood? Did it just become your new vagina?”

Mr. Dale shrieks.

“I think it was,” Mr Worthington playfully laughs, looking back at Miss Ashcroft.

Mr Worthington then paces around the room as Mr Dale's body continues to feminize. Eventually, Mr. Dale becomes so small, the suit he was wearing now looks big enough on him to be bed sheets.

Reaching for his bag that’s hidden around the corner, Mr Worthington pulls out several garments. Some pink underwear, a pleated skirt, and a bright pink t-shirt with a unicorn design. Bringing them to Mr Dale, he lays them all out neatly next to him.

Kneeling beside Mr Dale, who’s now completely unrecognizable as a man, Mr Worthington whispers in his direction.

“Hi Hunny,” he says with a sickly-sweet voice. “Daddies missed you.”

Concealing his tiny, girl’s body, Mr. Dale goes foetal as Mr. Worthington talks. His arms are now thin and spindly. His hair is now long and bright blonde. His manhood is now a prepubescent hairless vagina.

Scared to say anything, Mr Dale closes his eyes tight and hopes it’s all a dream. Just thinking about what’s between his legs makes him want to puke.

“Sweety,” Mr Worthington continues, gently touching Mr Dale’s now rosy, red cheeks. “We’ve gotta get dressed and go home. Please put your panties and skirt on, Miss Ashcroft needs to transform and wear these silly male clothes your hiding in.”

Angered by the thought of Miss Ashcroft replacing him, Dale snaps. “Your fucking bastard!” he squeals with all the might a little girl can muster.”

“Wow,” Mr Worthington laughs, still holding his new daughter's face. “Do I have to wash that mouth out with soap, young lady?”

“Fuck you,” Mr Dale screams back.

Mr Worthington looks up as Dale kicks out at him with his tiny little legs. “Your syringe is in my bag,” he says to Miss Ashcroft, pointing in his bag’s direction. “It’s going to be painful as your body becomes that of a fat man, so prepare for it.”

Miss Ashcroft kicks off her high heels and starts looking in the bag. As she finds the syringe, she doesn’t hesitate to poke it into her arm. Injecting herself with the full dose, she stumbles towards a sit in the waiting area with a smile on her face.

“See, Hunny,” Mr Worthington says, trying to persuade Mr Dale to accept his fate. “Your old life is gone. Your secretary is going to assume your place, so please face the facts. You are my little girl now and if you don’t listen to me, I’ll take you outside and leave you to fend for yourself.”

Mr. Dale squeaks again he fights the long blonde hairs falling in his eyes. “No!” he screeches.

Quietly, so Miss Ashcroft can’t hear, Mr Worthington talks in Mr Dale's ear. “Do you really want to be homeless, little lady? You wouldn’t last five mintues.”

Fear in his eyes, Mr Dale stops kicking and goes silent. For the first time in a long time, he feels vulnerable. Images of being attacked by men flash through his mind.

“What’s it to be then, Little Miss?” Mr Worthington asks, putting entheses on his words. “Are you going to get dressed for Daddy? I brought your favourite t-shirt—the one with the unicorn on it.”

Not waiting for an answer, Mr Worthing starts to remove the expensive suit that now covers Mr Dale’s small body.

Almost catatonic, Mr Dale doesn’t move as his new fragile girl’s body is exposed to the elements.

“Sweety,” Mr Worthington smiles down at his new daughter. “Mr Dale over there doesn’t wanna see your bits. Please, put your panties on.”

Still, in a state of utter disbelief, Mr Dale slides the soft pink up his legs. Encasing his new parts, a part of his masculinity instantly dies.

“Good girl,” Mr Worthington grins, running his large fingers through his daughter’s soft blonde hair. “Cos you’ve been such a good girl for Daddy—how about we go out for ice cream?”

Helping Mr Dale into the pleated skirt and knee-high socks, Mr Dale says nothing. He doesn’t even react to the hair covering his eyes.

Having transformed, Miss Ashcroft stands awkwardly as the female attire she was wearing has been ripped and shredded as her body transformed. “I think,” she says laughing at her new male body barely covered. “I need that suit. I’m worried my new junk might pop out and scare your daughter.”

Mr Worthington laughs at the irony as he throws over Mr Dale's sweaty and worn boxers. “Looking good as a man,” he comments. “Thank you for helping me with this.”

Flexing her new much larger body, Miss Ashcroft gives Mr Worthington a soft smile. “My pleasure. I’m glad I could bring you and your daughter back together. Will you come and visit me?”

“Do you want us to?” My Worthington asks in surprise.

“Yeah,” Miss Ashcroft nods. “I’m the CEO of this company now. Now I’m Mr Dale, I’ve got houses across the world. I'd love to have you and your daughter over.”

“Did you hear that, Hunny?” Mr Worthington asks his new daughter. “Maybe he’s got a pool. We could get you a cute little swimsuit and everything.”

Not wanting to hear his girly voice, Mr Dale pouts in response.

“Aww,” Miss Ashcroft reacts with a smug grin. “She’s so cute. Look how adorable she is.”

Terrified by Miss Ashcroft's transformation, Dale finds some courage to speak.

“I-I-I’m sorry,” he says, looking at Mr Worthington as tears bubble behind his eyes. “P-please don’t do this to me. I don’t wanna be a girl. Please!”

“Oh?” Mr Worthington responds, allowing his new daughter to speak.

“I did cover up your daughter's death!” Mr Dales blubs with tears streaming from his eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have admitted the truth. I’m sorry. Please change me back!”

“Hush now sweety,” Mr Worthington says gently, stroking Mr. Dale's blonde hair. “You’re not dead. You’re right here in front of me.

“No!” Mr. Dale screeches. “I’m not a girl! She’s not me—and you’re not my dad!”

My Worthington helps his new daughter to her feet and adjusts the height of her skirt. “No look,” he says softly, brushing hair from her eyes. “I know you messed up and you’re a good girl for admitting me.”

“Change me back!” Mr Dales squeaks desperately, interrupting him.

“Young lady,” Mr Worthington scolds. “Let me finish.

Miss Ashcroft can’t help but laugh as her old boss is treated like a little girl in front of her eyes.

“That’s your first step toward redemption.” Mr Worthington continues lecturing his daughter. “Now, honour my daughter by being a good girl. We are going to leave this building like adults. Once we get home, you are going to get in the bath, wash your hair and then it’s bed.”

Mr Worthington stands up straight and towers over Mr Dale. Holding out his hand for his new daughter to take, he thanks Miss Ashcroft again.

“See you soon, sweety!” Miss Ashcroft says, giving them a wave as they leave her new office. “Be a good girl and listen to what Daddy tells you!”

“Say goodbye, Emily,” Mr Worthington commands.