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ZODIAC COIN: LEO By JRD 2300 YEARS AGO... He was a miner, looking for new ore deep within the bowels of the Earth. The mine he was working in was deeper than any other mine in the known world, and yet he was trying to go deeper. Going deeper, with a commensurately greater risk, would be the only way to make this tapped out mine pay off. Finally, his pick made a strange sound when it dug into the ground. He was the most experienced miner known, experienced enough to know the sound of his pick against any known rock, gem, or metal within the Earth, and this was like nothing he had ever heard before. He got a few men together and proceeded to dig it out. When they were finished, they found the new rock was a strange, golden substance about the size of a man's head that glowed with a subtle, red light. He assumed it was a gift from the gods, so he had it taken out of the mine and shipped back to the city where the priests and seers could argue about what to do with it. *** Tonya, executive assistant to the Executive VP, watched Judy, her boss's Significant Other, leave at the end of the lunch hour. After a brief sigh, she nearly jumped out of her chair when her boss said, "Is there something wrong, Tonya?" "Sorry, ma'am. I didn't realize you were there." "No doubt, otherwise you wouldn't have jumped so high, but that doesn't answer my question." June Thomas, Tonya's boss, a tall, athletic beauty with high, bountiful, red hair (often described as a mane by others), came over and sat on the corner of Tonya's desk. "Come on, now. Tell Aunt June what the problem is." Tonya smiled. When she had found out that June was a lesbian, there was a period of nervousness, with Tonya wondering if June was going to be like some predatory male boss and try to force sex with her, but after they'd gotten to know each other, June had become friend, mentor, and confidante to Tonya, so it wasn't too familiar of her to ask what was wrong. "Just feeling a little jealous. You have such a great relationship with Judy, and she's such a great person." "What about that boyfriend of yours, what's his name, Jamie?" "Jamaal. And Jamaal is not so great." "Sounds like you're not talking about something general. What happened?" Tonya sighed. She felt she probably shouldn't be talking about personal problems with just anybody, but June wasn't just anybody, and she had to talk to somebody. "Jamaal lost his job again." "Again? Isn't that the second job he's lost this year?" "Third. He's just too stubborn. Every time him and the boss disagree about how something is supposed be done, he just has to do it his own way." "Not a good trait for employees. Have you ever looked into starting your own business for him?" "I've looked into it, but he's too stubborn. Every time I bring it up, he takes it as a personal insult, accusing me of saying he can't make it in the business world. Problem is, he can't make it in the business world, not as an employee of somebody else." "Not unless he's willing to accept a subordinate position." "Which he's way too prideful and too stubborn to do." Almost as though she were no longer talking to Tonya, June said, "Maybe, maybe not." Tonya missed the introspective tone June had acquired and asked, "What can be done about it?" June smiled. "Depends upon what you're willing to do for him." "I'm willing to do anything." "We'll see. Just go on about your work. I've got to make a call." Tonya thought her boss was acting awfully strange, but shrugged it off and went back to her secretarial duties. After about a half-hour, she was surprised when Judy walked in. The boss and her Significant Other were, physically, very different in some ways and very similar in others. Both were tall for ladies, Judy was 5 ft. 9 in., and June was 5 ft. 11 in., and both were incredibly beautiful, incredibly muscular, and incredibly athletic. June, however, seemed built for strength, whereas Judy was built for speed. June's body was big, thick, the kind that seemed best suited to a professional wrestler. Judy's body was thin, streamlined, and she moved with an animal grace that seemed almost predatory. The great differences in their body types made the couple of inches height difference far more pronounced, and June seemed to tower over Judy when the two were side by side. Judy headed straight toward June's office door, saying, "Would you join us, Tonya?" As Tonya got up to follow into the office, she wasn't sure what was going on. Judy ran the company's successful internet site, and was kept very busy with her own home business, so the only time she came into the office was for lunch time quickies, something she had already done today. Inside the office, June simply stood and waited. Judy walked to her wife and turned her face up, presenting her mouth to be kissed. June was not hesitant in taking the offering. She slid her arm around Judy's waist and savaged the smaller woman's mouth with her own. Tonya was amazed at the combination of animal power and meek submissiveness that Judy exhibited in her behavior. She was a savage, unrelenting businesswoman who commanded any room she walked into. She could and had reduced men to whimpering puppies with nothing more than a look. But when it came to June, Judy couldn't be more docile, accepting whatever commands June had to offer without so much as a peep of discussion, much less protest. Tonya often got the impression that if June ordered it, Judy would happily strip naked and run through the middle of Times Square, even if she had to fly halfway across the country to do it. June asked, "Did you bring it?" Judy replied, "Of course," and reached into her purse, pulling out a small jewelry box, the kind you might get a ring in. June took it with a, "Thanks," and, to Tonya, said, "And here we have the solution to your problem." Tonya gave June a decidedly skeptical look. June ignored it and held out the box for her. Tonya walked over and took the box. She opened it hesitantly, almost as though what was inside was going to jump out and bite her. She was almost relieved when nothing happened, but the relief was accompanied by a bit of disappointment when all she found was a small, gold coin with an embossed lion's head in profile on it. She looked up to June and asked, "What is it?" "The Leo coin. Take it in hand." Tonya shrugged inwardly but picked the coin up. As soon as she did, she got the coin's story. Its name (which she already knew) was the Leo Coin, and it granted wishes. But along with the wish came a cost. When wished upon, the coin would change you into a lioness, with the recipient of your wish becoming your lion. Tonya said, "Whoa. Is this for real?" "Very real." "What does it mean, becoming a lioness?" "Actually, as a lioness, you would become more strong, more forceful in dealing with almost every area of your life, every area except dealing with your lion. To whomever that would be, you will become utterly subservient, unable to even consider not doing what they wish." June pulled her wife in even tighter to her body. "That's what my dear little wife here is, a lioness to my lion." After June savaged her mouth again, Judy said, "It's actually a very good life." "So if I'm willing to become Jamaal's slave, I can wish for anything I want for him? Doesn't seem like much of a tradeoff. I'd be subjecting myself to whatever whims or abuses he wanted to foist upon me." "Whims, yes, abuses, no. A lion may be king of his jungle, but the lion never abuses his subjects." "Still..." "Like I said before, it depends on whether or not you want to pay the price. I'd suggest you take the coin home and discuss it with your boyfriend. Don't tell about the cost. The temptation of having a subservient servant may be too much to pass up." "Oh, Jamaal wouldn't do that." "Maybe, but you remember that movie 'Indecent Proposal'? I know dozens of people who said they would never have their wife have sex with anybody else, no matter what the price. Yet you know if the money were right in front of them, they'd jump at the chance. Temptation is easiest resisted when it's never presented." "So you don't mind me taking the coin home?" "The coin is yours, to do with as you please. Use it, tuck it in a drawer, throw it down the sewer drain, or whatever else you want to do with it. It's yours now." "Are you sure? If I were willing to become your lioness, I could wish for you to have my job." June shrugged. "If you want the headaches, go ahead." "You know you love it." "Yes, I do, but it's still a headache, and I don't think you'd like it as much as I do." "You're right. Besides, you're too good a friend to do that to." "I appreciate that, but right now we need to get back to work." For the rest of the day, Tonya could barely concentrate on her work, and when the clock hit 5:00, she was out the door with only a quick goodbye. She went straight home, the coin in the jewelry box safely tucked in her purse. Inside, she found the house empty, so she sat down to wait. It was only five minutes later when Jamaal came in the house, calling out, "I'm home!" "Hey, babe, how did the job search go?" "Well, if you're into rejection, it went great." "Any luck at all?" "Nope. The best I got was a, 'We'll call you later.' Thanks to the speed of the Internet, I even got a few, 'Don't ever call us again.'" "Sorry to hear it, but I've got something that I think will help." "What is it, some information I can use for blackmail?" "Not exactly." She got her purse and dug out the jewelry box and opened it. He looked at it, then looked at her and asked, "A coin, what good is that? Is it some rare coin we can sell for millions, so we never have to work again?" "Not exactly, although I have no doubt that it's rare." She took the coin out of the box and handed it to Jamaal. "Here. Hold it in your hand and you'll get the story." Jamaal looked at her like she was crazy. "Just take it." Jamaal shrugged and took the coin. As soon as he did, the magic of the coin imparted its story to him. He shook a bit as though staggered, then said, "Wow, is this for real?" "My boss, who gave me the coin and has used it before, assures me it is." "Okay, let's try." Then, before she could stop him, he said, "I wish that you were beautiful enough to be a model." Tonya felt the tickle of hair on her shoulders. She ran into the bathroom to look at her face in the mirror. What she saw astounded her. She was always pretty, not model beautiful or even savage beautiful like June or Judy, but definitely never hurting in the looks department. What was looking back at her out of the mirror, however, could've stepped right out of the pages one of the fashion magazines her company published. Her hair, always a little flat and lifeless, was now a buoyant mane framing her face. She was never fat, but like most people, she had a little bit of pudge. Now, she was trim, athletic, and beautiful. Many girls might have been upset that their boyfriend felt the need to give them a magical makeover, but Tonya had always felt herself a little plain, and she knew that Jamaal knew that. Looking at herself, it wasn't just an appreciation of her new beauty that she felt. She was beginning to feel incredibly horny. She wanted sex, and with Jamaal, and right now! She guessed that it was a side effect of the wish, probably some aspect of being a lioness that she didn't know about before, but as the seconds ticked by, the reasons why she was like she was seemed less and less important. She went back out to the living area where Jamaal was waiting. Without a word, she took him in her arms, pushed him to the ground, ripped his clothes off, ripped her clothes off, and spent the night savaging him sexually. In the morning, after just an hour and a half of sleep, she woke feeling strangely energetic and dynamic. She got showered and dressed, then went to work, all without waking Jamaal. She got there, sat behind her desk, and started humming happily, waiting for June to arrive. When June did arrive, she saw Tonya, smiled, and said, "I see you have been benefited by a wish. Jamaal couldn't wait?" "Yeah, we never did get around to wishing for a job or anything." "Don't worry about that. As your lioness, he'll feel a need to provide for the family, to be the huntress." "My lioness? But I thought-" "That as the woman you would automatically become the lioness?" Tonya nodded. "Nope, it's the wisher that becomes the lioness. My husband made the same mistake." "Your husband? But what about Judy?" "You mean the person who used to be Jude?" "What? Did you or he wish for him to be a woman?" "No, that's just a side effect of being a lioness." "You mean Jamaal is gonna turn into a woman? But I'm not a lesbian, no offense." "Neither was I, not before the magic of the coin started transforming Jude, but as he changed, so did my preferences. No matter how pretty and feminine he became, I found him to be eminently desirable. It's an effect of the coin: the lion always prefers his mate." "But why change the wisher physically, anyway? Isn't it enough to make it a psychological change?" "I'm not sure, but I think it's because the coin forces each person into their respective roles, lion and lioness. I do know that when I gave birth a couple years ago, it was Judy's breasts that started lactating, and it was she who fed our son, not me." "You gave birth? Were you pregnant when you were wishing?" "No, Judy's a shemale now. She's still got a dick. I can show you when she comes in for lunch today if you want." Tonya shook her head, clearly confused. "She's still got a... But why not transform her into a full woman?" "I'm not exactly sure, but I think it's because a lion and a lioness are expected to produce cubs, so somebody's got to retain male genitalia." "But why not make the lion do that? Why didn't it transform you into a man?" June shrugged. "I can't really say for sure, but that really wouldn't be fair, would it? I mean, your boyfriend makes a wish on you, and you get transformed into a man, whether you like it or not?" "Seems kind of complicated to me." "I agree, overly complicated, but I didn't make the rules." "So now what? When I go home, I find some cute, little girl instead Jamaal?" "Not quite. The transformation takes a while. How long it takes depends upon how many wishes have been wished. After one wish, you've got a year before it's completed, after the second wish, everything gets sped up by a factor of two, and after the third wish, you only getting three, the transformation is instantaneous." "This is strange. Wait until Jamaal finds out." "Oh, he knows. You find out all this once you make a wish." "Is there any way to stop it?" "Only by making another wish. That is, by having the lion make a wish for the lioness." Tonya thought about what she could wish for Jamaal, but as soon as she did, she felt a wave of revulsion, as if that was the worst possible idea she could think of. "You're suddenly hating the idea, aren't you?" Tonya nodded. "Wondering why, since it seemed like such a good idea yesterday?" Tonya nodded again. "The lion does not give up its position of superiority easily. Wishing for him turns you into the lioness and him into the lion. I dare say, however, that Jamaal will try to convince you to make a wish for him. If he's anything like Jude was, his ego won't accept the lioness easily." "Doesn't the coin make him want to accept the lioness?" "Nope, he'll fight it every step of the way." "What about Judy? She seems pretty happy with her life." "She is. She came to realize that the lioness was actually a friend. It made her stronger, more powerful. Remember last Christmas party?" "Vaguely." Tonya had only heard the stories secondhand, but she had heard that June and Judy had left the party after Judy had shoved some executive's head into the punch bowl. "What happened? Did somebody paw Judy's ass?" "Actually, Jack Flint pawed my ass. Judy is surprisingly tolerant when it comes to people putting their hands on her, but she is just as intolerant when it comes to people putting their hands on me. Anyway, until Jamaal comes to grips with what he's becoming, he'll probably fight the transformation tooth and nail, unless he's some kind of closet crossdresser or the like." "Anything I can do?" "Be tolerant and understanding. Encourage the transformation, but only subtly. Praise him when you find him doing something feminine, and make an effort to make the sex more intense when he takes steps to accelerate the transformation." "Feminine? Like what?" "Oh, you might come home and find him in your lingerie, or might start carrying a purse. He'll probably call it a shoulder bag, or if he does admit to being a purse, he'll make some excuse about it just being a matter of practicality. But when it does start happening, and it will start happening, just act like it turns you on. In fact, you probably won't have to act. The first time I found Jude in panties, I near about raped him. After that, I don't think I could've got him out of women's underwear with anything short of brute force." "Thinking of underwear, specifically of bras, when will he start actually needing them?" "You mean when will he start growing boobs?" Tonya nodded, finding the concept of Jamaal becoming a woman to be an incredible turn on. "I'm not exactly sure when it started. We didn't keep a journal or anything. After about a month and a half, I noticed there was something in his bra to play with, barely enough to play with." "At what point did Jude become Judy?" "Couple of weeks after he started growing boobs. He was primping in the mirror, and I addressed him as Jude, whereupon he turned to me and told me to call him Judy, climbed into bed with me, and had me ravage HER all night." "Does this increased sexual drive ever subside? You two seem to need sex on a daily basis." "Actually, the sex is secondary right now. Judy wants another baby, so we've got to have sex every day." "Got to? Why not just say no? It seems that, if you ordered it, Judy would run naked through the streets." "Oh, she would. For almost every decision, the lion is the primary decision maker. If I want it, she'd go along with almost any decision, as long as it doesn't endanger her, me, or the baby. There is, however, one exception, sex. When she wants it, I can't say no. I can't even think of saying no." "Why is that?" "I think it's the equivalent of a real lioness going into heat, but where a real lioness goes into heat only once per biological cycle, any time she gets sexually excited, she emits this... absolutely incredible smell. We've become far less social, because every time we're out and about, she'll see some good looking babe, and I'll have to fight to keep from ripping her clothes off right in public." June started rubbing the crotch of her pantsuit. "In fact, just the memory of that smell... Excuse me, I've got to call Judy." June dashed into her office, closing the door behind her. It was only a half-hour later when Judy came into the office. She briefly greeted Tonya, then went straight in to June. As she passed by Tonya, Tonya did notice a different smell, a smell that started her pussy watering, and filled her mind with images of Jamaal, mostly images of a naked Jamaal. It was nothing she couldn't control, so she guessed that the smell of any lioness was specific to her lion, even though it had an effect on all lions. Tonya had a devil of a time making excuses all morning for people trying to get a hold of June, but managed it admirably. During a period where all she was doing was sitting and listening to June and Judy go at it, she thought about Jamaal and her. Would this be them in a few months, her going buck wild just thinking of the smell of Jamaal? Somehow, she thought it would, and the thought excited her. It was a savage, primal life that made her blood boil, and made her feel like roaring like a lion. But as she sat there, other thoughts came to her. Right now, Jamaal was probably out looking for a job. If he found one, he wouldn't be able to just traipse on down to work whenever he needed a quickie, and that wasn't even factoring in the problems that would be resulting from his physical transformation. No, when she got home, she would lay down the law. He would just have to start a home business, and that was that. It was after lunch when Judy finally left the office, blowing a kiss to Tonya as she left. After she was gone, a very disheveled June came to the door and said, "God, she's hot." "You need to fix your blouse. You put the buttons in the wrong holes." June looked down at her displaced blouse, smiled, and said, "Oops," as she started to straighten her blouse. Tonya smiled and asked, "Am I gonna turn out like this? Totally shameless?" June feigned indignance and said, "Me? I'm not totally shameless." She turned to walk back into her office and said over her shoulder, "Just mostly shameless." The rest of the day was spent normally with office work taking up their time. Promptly at 5, Tonya said her goodbyes and rushed out, going straight home. Jamaal wasn't home, and she began to pace nervously, equating herself with a tiger in a cage. Right after that, however, she mentally corrected herself, thinking that she was a lion in a cage. At almost 5:30, Jamaal came in, yelling, "I'm home!" Suppressing the animal rage she had begun to feel at being kept waiting, Tonya put a polite tone in her voice and asked, "Hey, hun, where have you been?" "Out looking for a job. I think I've got a couple good leads, too." Tonya had to keep from becoming overbearing and just ordering Jamaal to give up his job hunt, although she was sorely tempted. Instead she decided on a softer approach. She gave him a broad, pretty smile and said, "Jamaal, love, these entry level jobs are beneath you. You're not cut out to be a corporate slug. You're creative and, well, more than just a bit pushy. You need a job where those are assets, not liabilities. I want you to stop looking for a job where you're somebody's lackey, and tomorrow I want you to start looking into starting a home business." Previously, whenever Tonya had brought up the subject of a home business, Jamaal had either took it as an insult, or made some quick excuse and ended the conversation by moving on to another subject. This time, he actually started to squirm physically. Tonya could feel it. The power of the coin, the power of the lioness, was compelling him to obey her, and, as June predicted, he was trying to fight. Finally, he said, "Come on, Tonya, you know I don't have the experience or knowledge necessary to start a business." "Hundreds, maybe even thousands, of people start businesses every month with less experience or knowledge than you have. A little research at the library, and you'll be ready to go." Jamaal squirmed some more. "I don't think we should. It'll be a big risk, too big." "No big risk, really. Your income has never been all that great, and what with you out of a job, I think this is the perfect time for you to start a new business." She saw Jamaal trying to think up something else to say and decided to use some of her newfound authority. "No more argument. Tomorrow, you are to research starting a new business." Jamaal looked down, unwilling to meet her gaze. "You held the coin. You know I can't deny you, but I think you're exploiting this ability of yours." This was a surprise. She figured he'd still be denying what was happening to him, but she didn't try a cover-up. "You're right. I am exerting my leonine authority, but it's not just because I can." She took Jamaal's hand. "Come with me." She pulled Jamaal into the bedroom and dug through her drawers. Finally, she got out a T-shirt and held it up. "Jamaal, you made this." Clearly still uncomfortable, he shifted around a bit and said, "It's just something I do." Tonya turned the T-shirt front to back, so that both sides could be seen. On the front were, in nice, block letters, the words, "I'M A PROFESSIONAL AT TYLER PUBLISHING," and on the back, near the bottom of the shirt, were the words, "PROFESSIONAL ASS KISSER," and just below that a pair of lips, the lips being right at the top of Tonya's butt when she wore it. "Yes, I know. You consider it just a hobby, but when I wore this to the company picnic last month, I got plenty of compliments. June, in particular, was highly amused. She even asked where I got it. She was completely surprised when she found out you had. She said it looked like some big, commercial company had done it." "But that doesn't mean that I can sell these professionally." "I think it does, and we're at least going to try. Like I said, tomorrow, you're going to go down to the library and research starting a home business. June and Judy can be your first customers. June mentioned that she had some cute ideas for T-shirts she could get for Judy." Jamaal mulled it over, finally saying, "This would go a lot faster if we got a computer with an Internet connection. I can get all my research done at home." They had discussed the issue before. The computer would've been helpful, for things like when Tonya had to bring home work from the office, or they had the need to look something up, or for the occasional a time when they wanted to special order something that wasn't readily available in a local store, but Tonya knew it would be too much of a temptation for Jamaal. A computer that could connect to chat rooms, game sites, and porn sites, not to mention whatever games it came with, would probably be too big of an excuse for Jamaal, and he'd wind up wasting too much time; not that he was a bad person, just easily distracted. And so, after just a few seconds thought, she replied, "We'll see." He tried to press his case, but she cut him off with a quick, "Enough talk. It's time for dinner." She started to walk towards the kitchen to make dinner. It was her turn, after all (it was supposed to be her turn yesterday, but the transformation and taken up their time). Jamaal, however, said, "I'll take care of that." As he headed to the kitchen, she asked, "Are you sure?" "I know I wouldn't normally offer to cook on your night, but I just feel the need to make up a meal for you." "Okay." Tonya briefly wondered if Jamaal knew why he felt the need to cook for her. In a lion pride, the lioness was the primary provider of food. He didn't seem to get it, but she decided it really wasn't relevant to her, after all, but it wasn't fair for him to go through his transformation without at least knowing what was going on. She walked to the kitchen and wrapped her arms around him while he was cutting vegetables and asked, "You do know why you're doing this?" "I just wanted to cook for you." "I suppose that's possible, but I'm pretty sure that it's part of the wish. He stopped cold. "I should have guessed that." He turned a little to face her. "I'm scared, Tonya. I'm not sure I can do this. Could you make a wish for me?" "Sorry, no. The lion within me won't let me wish for you unless I have to." Actually, that wasn't quite true. If she tried, she could've wished for him, but, whether due to the wish or some other reason, she just couldn't bring herself to do that. Dejected, he turned back to cutting his vegetables and muttered, "Oh, okay." She slid one hand down to his crotch and rubbed it suggestively. "Don't worry, though. I'm going to be right here, no matter what happens to you." He moaned, closed his eyes, and pressed his crotch forward. That was when it happened. He started to emit a smell that made Tonya want to throw him to the ground, rip his clothes off, and have her way with him right there. Before she could do anything, he slapped her hand and said, "Stop that, I need to make dinner." She regretfully controlled herself and returned to the other room. She watched him through the entry way between the two rooms, but she had to stop that when he took off his shirt, otherwise she would have rushed into the kitchen and ravaged him. She called out, "Call me when dinner is ready!" and went into their bedroom. She tried to sit patiently, but the smell had her too agitated, and it was only getting stronger. She paced nervously, fighting the temptation to force Jamaal to have sex with her. When the lust was almost too much to bear, she finally heard, "Dinner's ready!" She all but ran in into the dining area, where she saw Jamaal standing there, still naked from the waist up. "Why'd you take your shirt off?" "Oh, just feeling hot and sweaty. Here's your dinner. I made stir-fry. I hope that's okay." "Sure." He set one plate in front of her and sat down in his chair. As she sat, she asked, "Are you going to put on another shirt?" "Hadn't planned to. Why? Do you want me to?" Tonya could only shake her head negatively. They started to eat, but Tonya could only nibble a bit, instead pushing her food around the plate. Finally, Jamaal asked, "What's wrong? You're not eating your food," and that was all it took. Tonya threw herself across the table, knocking the food to the floor. She tackled Jamaal, then proceeded to rip both of their pants open. When she had his cock (which just happened to be erect) out, she sat herself down on it and rode him through three orgasms. The next day, work seemed almost strange in that nothing happened that was out of the ordinary. At the end of the day, Tonya went home again to find a pile of books on the table. Picking one up, she found that they were about how to start a business. Not all of them were about home businesses, but they were all about starting one. She called out, "Jamaal, are you home?" "I'm in the kitchen." Tonya went where she could see Jamaal, only to find and totally naked. "Hey, babe, what's with the in the buff routine?" Jamaal shrugged. "Just felt overheated and stifled in my clothes. Probably an effect of the coin." Tonya arched an eyebrow in suspicion, but since she was behind Jamaal he didn't see it. This didn't sound like anything June had described to her, and he had been a little too quick to use that as an excuse, anyway. "Would you look after my stew? I got to go use the bathroom." "Sure." Jamaal brushed his hands-off, then left the room. When Tonya walked over to the stove, she found that Jamaal had unconsciously dropped the spoon he had been using into the sink. When she opened the drawer where the spoons were stored, she was surprised to find a pair of her frilliest pink panties. Knowing that she hadn't put them there, she looked after Jamaal and remembered what June had told her. She wondered if Jamaal had been wearing them and found the thought highly erotic. She almost decided to confront Jamaal, but decided instead that she should follow June's advice, so she put the panties back in the drawer (after getting a new spoon) and pretended like she had never found them. Jamaal came back a few minutes later. "Ah, much better. Now, you shoo. I've got a dinner to make." "Are you sure you don't want any help?" Jamaal contemplated her question. Then said with a very definite tone, "No. I really don't want your help. I don't want to sound offensive, but I really don't want you in my kitchen." "Okay. Call me if you decide otherwise." Tonya went out and sat at the table and watched Jamaal. She was surprised that he was taking such a big risk by working naked, but it was definitely fun to watch. She was also surprised to find that she really wasn't getting excited by seeing her boyfriend walking around naked. Oh, it was definitely enjoyable, but it really wasn't making her horny. She guessed that it was a further effect of the corn, that Jamaal really did control the sex. If he didn't get excited and horny, she wouldn't either. It took about 10 minutes for Jamaal to finish dinner, whereupon he brought the pot of stew out and set it on a heating pad. He made another trip to the kitchen for a couple bowls, then filled and put the first bowl in front of Tonya. He filled his own bowl, then sat down. His attention was riveted on Tonya, clearly waiting for her. She dipped her spoon into the stew and took a bite. "Pretty good," she commented. "Pretty good?" "Well, you can't really mess up beef stew." Then she jokingly added, "Although, if you're gonna keep making all the meals, you really should learn to cook a bigger variety of food." He shocked her by saying, "You're right. I'll go down to the library tomorrow and check out some cookbooks." "Hey, I was just kidding. You don't have to do that." "But I want to." That made him stop and think. Almost as if it surprised him, he said, "I mean I really want to. You deserve a selection of foods for your meals." "Okay, but don't let the business research slack. You have a lot of books to read." Tonya nodded towards the main living area and the books that were stacked on the table. "Those? I already read those." Tonya was shocked. "You have? I didn't know you were a speed reader." "Neither did I, but as soon as I started reading, I just couldn't stop and I just soaked up everything I was reading like a sponge." "So you think you can start a business?" "Oh, easily. I'm even pretty sure that can get a grant for start up costs." "So how soon can you get started?" "I can go down to the Small Business Administration at that Federal Building tomorrow morning and start filling out forms. I'm not sure how long that'll take, but if I have any extra time, I'd like to stop by your office, so I can talk to June about T-shirt designs." "So soon?" "Sure. No time like the present." Tonya blurted out, "That's not what you were saying yesterday," and immediately regretted it, thinking that she shouldn't press her luck. Jamaal was jumping into his new life without hesitation, and her teasing him might hurt that. Jamaal didn't seem to notice, however; instead saying, "I don't know what I was so afraid of. I can't wait to get started. I'd already have the forms, but it was too late after I got finished reading to go down to the Federal Building." Tonya was too amazed to comment further, so they finished the rest of their meal in silence. Afterwards, Jamaal collected the dishes together and took them into the kitchen to wash. Tonya followed and grabbed a dishrag, saying, "I'll dry." "No need. I can handle it." "I know you CAN handle it, but if I let you handle everything, then I really would be exploiting this whole lion and lioness thing." Jamaal started to reach for the rag. "No, really-" "Jamaal!" Tonya interrupted. "You will let me dry the dishes!" Jamaal smiled. "Yes, my lion." "Geez, I never thought I'd have to order you to let me help you with housework." Jamaal started the water to fill the sink, then replied, "Blame the lioness. She considers the home, the den, her responsibility. Even now, I can tell that she's not happy with you doing that little bit," Jamaal pointed at the rag, "But since you ordered it, she's just sitting back, twitching her tail angrily." "You talk like it's a real person, a separate entity. You possessed or something?" Tonya had been half joking, so it scared her a little when Jamaal actually had to think about her question. "Not possessed, I could fight her if I tried to, but she's definitely there. It's like... Oh, how do I explain this? It's like back when you were in elementary school, and you were concentrating really hard on something you were writing, but your teacher was standing right behind you, you couldn't see her, but you just knew she was there. It's like that. I can feel her, particularly when I do something she doesn't like, but it's not something I could specifically point to. Don't you have anything like back?" "Not that I'm aware of. Maybe I should get the coin and make a wish for you. You didn't really bargain for this when I brought the coin home." As soon as she said that, she felt it, the presence that didn't really like the idea. After hearing Jamaal describe his experience, she got a similar feeling. It was like a huge lion was standing right behind her, staring at her, breathing down her neck, disapproving. It took everything she had not to rescind her offer. She was almost glad when Jamaal replied, "No, it was my wish that got this all started, so it's my responsibility to live with it." They started washing the dishes together, and Tonya said, "That's a very mature attitude. A lot of guys would blame everybody else." "Oh, believe me, I tried, but the lioness won't let me keep it up. She kept showing me doing the wishing, kept reminding me that it was my decision so I've got to handle it on my own." "Wow, are there any benefits to the lioness? Seems like she's just there to punish you for being 'bad', at least by her definition of bad." "Benefits? Hell, yes! Oh, pardon my French. But, yes, there are benefits. When I'm doing something 'right', there's this... rush of energy. I'm not sure exactly what it is, may be a drum Nolan, may be endorphins, may be something else altogether, but when I feel it, I feel like I could take on the world." "So it's like a drug?" "Not exactly. It's more like a... power plant that I can plug into when I do certain things, things that the lioness wants me to do. Take for example those books I read. Normally, it would've taken me days to read all of those books, but with the lioness's help, I completed them in about six hours." Jamaal finished the last of the dishes and turned the water off. "So what does my lion want to do now?" Tonya actually wanted to talk some more about the changes that Jamaal was undergoing, but before she could begin talking, that smell, the one that made her so horny, besieged her senses, and all thought of doing anything other than taking Jamaal left her head. She picked him up and set him on the counter, barely amazed at how easy she found it. Then she leaned over and took Jamaal's cock into her mouth and gave him and blowjob. After Jamaal blew his first load into her mouth, she lifted her head so she was leaning in close to him and said, "Baby, tonight I'm gonna make you use every bit of energy the lioness has to offer and then some." Jamaal smiled. "Before you do that, could you do a couple things for me?" "What's that?" "One, get naked, and two, catch me." Before Tonya could react, Jamaal slid through her arms in dashed off into the house. Tonya muttered, "Wench," ripped off her clothes, and ran after Jamaal. She chased him all over the house, finally catching him in the bedroom. She grappled him around his waist and of threw him on the bed, then climbed up on top and gave him the very sex that she had been promising earlier. After a few hours of incredibly intense sex, Tonya found herself with her arm wrapped around Jamaal and him snuggled up against her. He was sleeping, happy and contented, but she couldn't help but think about what had just happened. It wasn't the sex or physical activity that made her think. It was the fact she had called Jamaal 'Wench' that drew her attention; it was also the fact that that appellation really seem to fit him, although she couldn't say why. The next day, when she was getting dressed, she noticed her clothes were a little tight on her, but decided it wasn't really a big deal. At work, however, as soon as June came in, she said, "Your clothes are looking a little shabby, like you washed them in hot water one too many times." Tonya looked more than a little chagrined. "I don't know what's wrong. These clothes fit fine the last time I wore them." "It's the transformation. How tall is Jamaal?" "5 ft. 11, why?" "It's one of the few parts of the transformation, physical parts, that is, that will be affecting you. The lion grows to be larger than the lioness." "Me? Why do I have to grow larger? Why doesn't Jamaal shrink?" June shrugged. "For all I know, he might. Jude was only 5 ft. 9 when he wished for me, but I was 5 ft. 8, so my growth might have been based on the fact I was so close to his height at the start of the changes. You're what? 5 in. smaller than Jamaal?" "About that, yeah." "For all I know, that means you'll both change, Jamaal may very well shrink, but you'll, well, you have grown. Only a little bit, and only people who know you would notice, but it's definitely there." "Great. I can't afford a new wardrobe." "Don't worry too much of that. What ever career Jamaal and you have decided on, you will be amazed at how fast he starts producing at it." "I hope so. What other little changes to I have to look forward to?" "Physical power." June struck a weight lifter's pose causing the muscles on her body to practically ripple. "Your muscles will become far more versatile and powerful than you ever thought they could be. That and, of course, there's the hair thing." "Hair thing?" "Your hair. Don't tell me you didn't notice." "Notice what?" "Come into my office. I'll show you." June went into her office, and Tonya quickly followed. June waved at the mini- bathroom she had and said, "Take a good look." Tonya went into the bathroom and stared into the mirror. After a few seconds, she called out, "I don't see anything!" June came in and stood beside Tonya. She looked at the top of Tonya's head and said, "As I recall, you never used to wear your hair so... poofy." Tonya took a good look at the way her hair was styled. She was never one of those girls that spent hours of time on their hair, and, although taking some time to work with it, she had made no special effort with it the past few days, so she was surprised when she saw her face framed by more hair than she realized she had had. She turned to June and asked, "How?" June said simply, "It's your mane, caused by the magic of the coin, of course. Better get used to it. No matter what you try, it'll stay there. You can't cut it; it'll destroy any perm; no gel or mousse on earth will last more than five minutes trying to hold it in place. It's yours; get used to it." "But why?" "Let's face it. What do you think of when you think of a lion? If you're like most people, you think of a big, male lion with a big, dynamic mane." "But it doesn't do anything. It doesn't serve any useful purpose. Why make it part of the transformation?" June shrugged. "For that answer, you'd have to talk to whomever made the coin, and they're all long dead. But, as a corporate executive, I can tell you that sometimes symbols are as powerful as the reality." "So now what? My hair just keeps growing, whether I like it or not? And what about me? I just keep growing until I outgrow my clothes?" "Tell you what, since I gave you the coin, I'll buy you a new wardrobe." "That's really not necessary." "I know it's not NECESSARY, but I kind of feel obligated. Besides, my brother, why that the coin from, did it for me, so I do it for you, and you can do it for whomever you give the coin to." "Assuming Jamaal ever starts making money with his new business." "Oh, trust me. He will. No lioness has ever failed to provide for her lion. Just give her... him... Jamaal a little time." June went back into her office and started digging through her purse. Tonya followed and said, "I still don't think I should just accept a gift of a new wardrobe." "Nonsense. Just think of it as an early birthday or anniversary or whatever gift." "I don't know..." "Look, if you're determined to make an issue of this, I've got an issue for you. Plain and simple, you don't look professional, not quite so bad that I have to send you home right now, but it won't stay that way for long. So my buying you a new wardrobe, or at least a few business suits, keeps me from having to worry about if, or more accurately when, I'll be without your services because I have to send you home for looking like you decided to dress in doll's clothes." June pulled a credit card out of her wallet. In mock anger, she said, "Now, you are going to take this credit card, and you are going to go out and buy some new clothes, and I don't want to hear another thing about it." In mock fear, Tonya replied, "Okay, boss, just don't fire me." Tonya took the credit card and, in a normal voice, said, "But I only intend to buy a couple sets of clothes, so there," and stuck her tongue out at June. June shook her head. "Go, before I turn you over my knee." Tonya left quickly, pretending as though she were really in danger, and went to the local mall to buy some nice clothes. She intended to get in, get what she needed, and get out, but once there, her "shopping gene", as she affectionately called it, took over, and she wound up spending most of her morning trying on clothes. It was slightly before noon when Tonya returned to the office with a couple bags in tow. She was surprised when she saw Jamaal leaving June's inner office just as she got in. "Hey, babe, get all that paperwork done and filed already?" "Of course." He walked over and gave Tonya. "I've actually got my business license, so I stopped by for my first sale. June just ordered six different custom T-shirts for Judy." "Great! How much did you make?" "I'm charging twenty for the shirts themselves, plus a fifteen dollar design for five of the T-shirts for a total of one hundred and ninety-five dollars." "Are you sure you want to charge that much? I can get a T- shirt for about 20 from any vendor that sells them at the mall, sometimes even less than that." June, who was standing in the door of her office, said, "Not for a custom design, you can't. Unless you're talking about the most simple of designs, a good custom shirt will run thirty or more, easy." Just then, Judy walked in. Tonya could tell by the smell of her that she was ready, willing, and able for some hot sex. With a deep breath, June said, "If you two will excuse me, my wife and I have prior business," then let her wife into the office and closed the door behind them. Once they were alone, Jamaal asked, "Did you smell something?" "A deep, musky smell?" Jamaal nodded. "That was Judy. She gets that way every time she feels horny. You get a similar smell, although, to me, far more intoxicating." "Oh, really?" Then Tonya smelled it. Jamaal was becoming aroused by the fact that he could have such an effect on Tonya. Tonya started breathing heavily and said, "That's the smell!" and pulled Jamaal to her, surrounded him in her arms, and French kissed him deeply. With her arms wrapped around him, she held and rubbed him, and that was when she felt it. "Honey," she asked, "are you wearing a bra?" The smell suddenly disappeared with a speed that made Tonya believe it should almost have been accompanied by a breeze. "She makes me wear one!" Jamaal said in a whiny voice better suited to a five year-old. "Yesterday, she let me just wear the panties, but today, she just pressured me until I wore both." "The lioness? I thought you said you could resist her." "I can if I really want to. It's just..." After a suitable period of waiting for him to find his words and not having him do so, Tonya finished, "You don't really want to?" Jamaal nodded. "I've always wondered what they felt like on you, and, with the lioness standing over me, I just couldn't find the will to say no." He looked down shamefully. "You don't think and some kind of... freak or anything, do you?" "Actually, hun, I find it really exciting." And that was the truth. Despite the fact that the smell wasn't present, the thought of Jamaal in panties and a bra was really turning her on. Without the smell, it wasn't as physical or intense, but the excitement was definitely there. Jamaal's one word response of, "Really?" was preceded by the smell returning, twice as strong as it was before. Tonya was forced to take a deep breath in order to get enough oxygen through the smell, which, of course, only caused her to take in more of the aroma that was driving her wild. "Damn it, babe! If I don't get you to some place private, I'm gonna rip off your clothes right where you stand, wherever that happens to be in about five seconds." Jamaal got a lascivious look on his face. "You know, that door has a lock on it," he said nodding his head at the outside door, "and in the time it takes you to lock it, I could be down to bra and panties." She responded, "Even with those two in the other room?" and nodded towards the inner office. "They know what we're going through. They've been through it themselves. Besides, how many times have you had to put up with hearing them go at it in the inner office?" "Good point. I'll get the door; you get undressed." Tonya walked over, closed the door, and locked it. When she turned around, Jamaal was down to bra and panties, just stepping out of his pants. She couldn't believe how hot he looked in her lacy, pink lingerie, but there he was. "God, you look fantastic," she commented. Jamaal struck some effeminate poses. "You really think so?" She responded by quickly moving to him and plastering her mouth to his. After their kiss, she led him to her desk and lifted him up, setting him on the edge. She knelt on the floor between his legs, pulled the elastic of the panties down, and proceeded to give him a blowjob. After his first orgasm, Jamaal didn't soften in the slightest. Tonya stood up, took his dick in hand, stroked it a bit, and said, "Is my horny lioness already ready for more?" "Oh, yeah, another thing to thank the lioness for. That rush I was talking about allows me to keep going and going," he said, imitating the Eveready commercial. "Good, because there's something I want to try. Keep your legs spread open." She pulled her panties down and let them drop to the floor, hiked her skirt up, then got up close to him and tried to slide him into her pussy, but she just couldn't get him inside her at the right angle with him sitting on the edge of the desk. "Damn it! I'm just not tall enough!" She mentally added the word, "yet", but didn't know if he knew about her growing more, more importantly, how he would react, so she kept quiet. "I think I know what you want," he said as he slid off the desk. With his feet planted firmly on the floor, he spread his legs and bent his knees, lowering his dick to exactly the right level for Tonya to slide onto it. In an imitation of Mr. Burns from the 'Simpsons', she said a hissed, "Excellent!" took his dick in hand, and slid on top of him. She then held him by the shoulders and proceeded to bang her hips against him as though she was the guy and she had the dick. After about five minutes of that, she had her first orgasm, but just continued to bang away until she had experienced two more. With her third orgasm, Jamaal came at the same time, spraying deeply into her cunt. Then might have kept going, but just then they heard June say, "Now that brings back memories." They turned and saw the two post transformation women standing in the door, June's arm wrapped around Judy, and Judy snuggled up against her. When Jamaal tried to bury his face in Tonya's shoulder, Judy said, "Don't be embarrassed, hun. We went through this not that long ago. We know what you're going through," echoing Jamaal's earlier sentiments. Judy slipped from her wife's arm and walked over to where she could get a better look at Jamaal. She pointed at the feminine undergarments he was wearing and asked, "Those Tonya's?" "Yes. So?" "Hey, relax. Didn't anybody tell you?" Judy pulled up the hem of her skirt. Her panties were gone (from her earlier sex play with the June), and Jamaal could see the dick hanging from her clean shaven crotch. "When I said that we have been there earlier, I meant that we have been EXACTLY where you are now. I know the feel and love of a good, lacy pair of panties surrounding one's dick. But let's face it, a lioness needs her own wardrobe. Not only are those not yours, they don't really fit. A lioness can hardly feel ready for prowling if it feels like her hips and butt have been strapped in tighter than a prisoner in an electric chair." Judy looked at Tonya and asked, "May I borrow your lioness for the afternoon?" "What for?" "A shopping trip, of course!" "I don't know. June just bought me a couple new suits. I don't want to impose." Judy made a dismissive noise and said, "Don't talk nonsense. We can afford it." Then, speaking as though she clearly thought it was a stupid idea, she said, "If you must, you can pay us back some other time." Before Tonya could respond, June said, "You might as well give in, dear. When it comes to shopping, my dear wife is as relentless as any woman could be." Tonya gave an exasperated sigh. "Oh, all right, but try not to go overboard." Judy's only response to Tonya's statement was a mischievous smile. To Jamaal she said, "You better get dressed. Last time I checked, people tended to frown on anybody walking through the street in their undies." After Jamaal got approval from Tonya, he walked over and started getting dressed in his old, male clothes. While he was doing that, Tonya asked, "June, can I use your office bathroom to get dressed in my new clothes?" June shrugged. "I see why you just don't dressed right here, but, if you must, go ahead." "If it were just dressing, I might just do that, but I also need to clean up a little," she said as she slipped past her boss. When she got finished, Jamaal and Judy were gone. She sat down behind her desk and spent the afternoon working normally. At 5, she quickly left, as she had done every day since Jamaal had made his wish. As soon as she was through the door at home, she called out, "I'm home! Are you home yet, Jamaal?" From the kitchen, she heard, "In here." She walked into the main living area and looked into the kitchen. At first, she thought she saw a pretty, young lady, but then she realized it was Jamaal, dressed up to appear as feminine as possible. He wouldn't be passable if someone gave him close scrutiny, but he definitely looked nice. Jamaal pirouetted in place, causing the skirt of the dress to flare outward, and asked, "What do you think?" "You look great." "You're not just saying that? Judy took me to a little shop she knows about. It specializes in making guys look like girls, or, as they put it, helping men express their inner woman. Everybody there said I was really pretty, but I'm not sure if that was because they meant it or because they were trying to get me to buy more stuff." Trust me, love. They may have been wanting you to buy more stuff, but they definitely weren't lying about you being pretty." "Really?" Tonya purposefully put a lascivious smile on her face. "Why don't you come over here and let me show you how pretty you are?" As soon as she complimented him, she was rewarded with the smell. She opened her arms to him, and Jamaal ran straight into her embrace. After a passionate kiss, Jamaal said, "Let's take this in the bedroom. I've got some slinky lingerie that I want to model for you." They walked together into the bed, and Tonya was shocked at what she saw. Except for the bed and a short walking strip from the door to the bed, the room was buried in bags of clothes, two or three bags deep in some places. "Damn, babe! Did you buy out the entire store?" In a femininely coy manner, Jamaal replied, "Well, they did call me pretty." He snuggled up close to her and started tracing little circles on her chest with his finger. "You aren't too angry with me, are you? You're not gonna make me take all these pretty clothes back, are you?" "No, I'm not going to make you take them back. What I am going to do, however, is make you pay June and Judy back for every cent that was spent on these clothes. It'll be a strong incentive for you to make a success out of your home business." "Okay, but I think getting them to accept the money will be like pulling teeth." "We'll find a way. Either that or we'll take the same amount money donated to charity, but you will earn your pretty frillies. Understand?" "Yes, ma'am." "Good it. Now, I believe you said something about lingerie he wanted me to see on you?" Jamaal actually squealed happily, clapped his hands like a schoolgirl, and bounced a little bit. Then he turned and started digging in a pile of bags near the door. As he started to pull some lacy lingerie out, Tonya asked, "Jamaal, don't take this the wrong way, but are you a closet crossdresser or transsexual or something like that?" Jamaal looked at her like she was crazy. "Not that I'm aware of. Why do you ask? The clothes?" "It's just that you seem to be jumping into this without hesitation. From the way June described it, Judy took weeks to come to grips with what was happening, but here is, less than a week, and you're buying a roomful of clothes like some rich debutante on a spending spree. I was just wondering what was going on." Jamaal considered her words before saying, "I'm not exactly sure either. I discussed it with Judy today. She thinks that the faster one makes friends with the lioness, the faster the transformation proceeds, at least the mental aspects of it." "So what does that mean? You're making friends with a being trying to turn you into a girl?" "I guess so, yeah. She's not really all that bad." "This is the same being you described as an overbearing teacher? Where did the sudden change of heart come from?" Jamaal was silent for a little while. Finally, he said, "Yesterday, at the library. You know I've got a friend who works there?" Tonya shook her head negatively. "He works as a check out guy. And when he was younger, he tried to start a couple of businesses of his own, both of which failed miserably. You know, I have looked into starting a business before, but, before this, every time I did, he was right there with stories about how 9 out of 10 starting businesses fail in their first year, about how complicated all the new tax forms are, about how I'll have to jump through all these hoops in order start a new business, and lots of other stuff like that." "Sounds like he's just bitter over his own losses." "Probably, but it was enough to scare me. My fear, my biggest fear, was failing you. That I'd try something like starting a new business, but I'd blow it, and drag you down with me. But this time, when he started in with all his crap," Jamaal whistled in amazement. "Let's just say it's a good thing that no one but me can see the lioness. I think he would've exploded right there on the spot. Then she was there, propping me up, and I let him know just where he could shelve his stupid crap." "Good for you!" "Thanks, anyway, me and the lioness have chatted a few more times since then. If she has to, yes, she can be the overbearing teacher type, but she prefers to help. If I turn to her first, there's nothing I can't do!" "Great! You'll let me know if the lioness starts speeding up the physical transformation?" "Of course." Tonya's nose was filled with the aroma of Jamaal's excitement. "That turns you on, doesn't it?!" "What?" "The thought of becoming a woman." Jamaal's smell intensified. "Oh yeah, baby, you're getting real excited!" "Okay, I admit it. The thought of growing real boobs and luscious curves does make me excited." "Which in turn makes me hot and bothered." "Oh, really?" Jamaal put a husky tone in his voice. "How hot and bothered?" Tonya stiffened, trying to fight the wave of desire from Jamaal's smell. "Babe, you've got a choice. Either get changed or get naked, 'cause if you just keep standing there trying to get me hot and bothered, in about 30 seconds, I'm going to rush over there and rip your clothes off and to hell with what's in these bags." "Well, since I've got to take these clothes off first," Jamaal leaned over, showing plenty of the cleavage his fake boobs gave him, "and I do have plenty more clothes and all these bags," he palmed his fake tits and juggled them a bit, "Why don't you go ahead and rip these clothes right off of me, and then satisfy your lusts before I start modeling all the clothes I've got." Tonya needed no more prompting. With a very real growl, she leapt at Jamaal. With a very fake shriek of fright, he happily let her rip his clothes off and slake her physical needs upon him. AFTER FOUR MONTHS... It only took one week for Jamaal to start asking to be called a woman and for Tonya to give him a new name, a feminine name. She decided to name her, the new woman, Mala, and on the day of the new naming, they took all of the old male clothes and gave them to charity. Tonya quickly grew until she was 6 ft. 1 in., and built like a pro wrestler. She needed a couple new sets of clothes, but, as promised, Mala quickly made a big success out of her home business and could easily afford it. Mala's physical transformation, much to her distress, didn't even start until Tonya's was finished, after about a month. In order to present as much as a woman as she could, she took to wearing very stiff corsets that were laced so tightly that Tonya was surprised she didn't cry out in pain when Tonya pulled them tight. Mala wore the breast forms when she went out, preferring instead to walk around the house in nothing but the corset and stockings. Mala's breasts grew very slowly, at least in comparison to the changes that Tonya had undergone, and, after four months, were only a small A cup, although thanks to the corsets, they did appear larger. Tonya was at her desk in late afternoon when June returned from a meeting. June's first words upon entering were, "Have I got any messages?" "Need you ask?" replied Tonya as she handed a stack of messages to her boss. As she sorted through the messages, June said, partly to Tonya, partly to no one, "This whole restructuring plan is a real pain in the ass." "Ma'am, about the restructuring?" "Why so formal? Surely you can't be worried about your job? You were worth any two secretaries or assistants, even before the lion gave you a little extra boost." Tonya's mental changes, although more subtle than Mala's, were, nonetheless, just as helpful. She now felt in charge of any situation that arose, like the proverbial 'King of the Jungle', making her the most effective assistant in the whole company. "Not about my current job, but I have seen the new management pyramid-" "Which you are required to keep quiet about, as per your privacy oaths." "Yes, I know, but I have seen them, and I was wondering about the new Head Of Communications position." "Tonya, we're great friends and all, but, I'm sorry, I can't discuss the new restructuring plan, even with you, even with you being my executive assistant." "Okay. How about this? I tell you what I figured