Personal Development

 3/25

This one epitomises my going back to basics approach to some of my captions this time round. I do realise I have habit of overwriting and trying to stuff in too many plot points and forgetting the fun so here's a good old fashioned tg caption trope.

Vance quaked with fear, unable to meet the gaze of the lawyer sitting across the desk from him. Since the takeover of LoanRanger, Alice, the owner's council had gained a reputation for being uncompromising and now it was the company accountant in the firing line.

“You've put us in quite the pickle, Mr. Green,” the stern woman twisted a biro between her fingers. “You've been embezzling money for years, but with the ink barely dry on the takeover, our shareholders will likely go into meltdown if we hand you over to the authorities.” Vance looked up and finally caught her eye, a million electric daggers shot from her glare. “Furthermore, we can't simply put the money back into our accounts because it will show up on the audit and my and indeed, your boss will be dragged over the coals...”

Vance's heart was thudding in his chest. He was sure a 'but' was coming but it was sounding like he might actually get away with this. Whatever was coming surely couldn't be worse than a life behind bars.

Alice put down the pen and placed hers hands palms down on the desk. “I see only one solution, we need to spend the money you stole...” she cleared her throat, “...on you.” Vance blinked in surprise. “You can refuse of course. But we will have no choice to turn you over to the police. I think this solution would be better for everyone, don't you agree? That money can go a long way after all...” Vance nodded nervously.

It turned out a million dollars could go a very long way indeed. It could pay for state-of-the-art breast implants. It could pay for facial reconstruction and extensive hormone treatments. It could even stretch to procedures not available down the regular channels like vocal chord retuning and calf muscle shortening. There was even enough left to buy the new and improved Vance a designer wardrobe of new work clothes. It was just a pity the million didn't quite stretch to a salary.

Vance pulled at his hair in frustration and instantly regretted it. The implanted hair was still sore. He actually missed his old widow's peak. His first week as Alice's new secretary was finally coming to an end and he was exhausted from running around in heels, not that it would help to take them off now that the backs of his feet naturally jutted six inches above his toes. He was sick of being stuffed into his female office garb but he knew if he went home and stripped off, he would have to deal with the reality of his new body underneath. The only remainder from his old existence was his dick, sad and shrivelled from all the hormones he was forced to take. He sighed. Friday did have its perks. At least he could be away from Alice and her constant jibes. She had been reminding him all day to practice his makeup over the weekend. How would he find time when he had to find a second job to replace his banished salary? And what work could he possibly do looking like this in the current economy?!