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I'd never really liked coming into the offices of Bloom Publishing. The
only good thing was getting to see Davis and we hung out a lot anyway so
it never really felt necessary. Plus Davis was the only one who knew the
truth about Lacey Cooper and so as far as everyone knew when I visited I
was just his buddy James. That did mean I was mostly left alone which was
no bad thing.
What I disliked most was the corporate culture. As far as I was concerned
it was all people in suits trying their best to land clients and be
smooth talkers. I'd always found it so false. I know I'm generalising
here but I never said I was perfect. The culture was probably why I'd
never lasted in the few office jobs I'd had when I was younger. Becoming
a writer full time had been my priority and I'd spent most of my time in
offices thinking up story ideas rather than working. It never took me
long to get fired.
As I walked into the lobby of the towering building I started to head
over to the elevators. I could hear my heels clicking on the floor. They
sounded so loud. It was like they were tapping out a tune to draw
attention and I could feel my face turning red in response.
I felt nearly naked. So much of my new flesh was exposed and I started to
notice glances and how male eyes traced my figure as I walked. Some
lingered on my long legs, others on my chest. One actually looked me in
the eye but then blushed and looked away. I pressed the elevator button
for the publishing firm. It was on the tenth floor. I wasn't really sure
what the other floors had, other than knowing there was a law firm on the
fifteenth floor and a start up tech company on the fifth.
Davis and I had invested some money in that one. They were developing an
app that Davis said would do well and I trusted him enough to put in.
Hell I clearly trusted him enough to put me in panties so investing money
now didn't seem like a big deal now. I didn't really know the details but
Davis seemed to think we would get a big return in a few years. Davis was
focused on earning as much money as he could. He wanted to retire before
fifty and was well on his way. I didn't know a lot about his past but I
had gathered he grew up poor. I didn't pry. The few times I'd asked him
about it he would say the same thing.
"Look forwards not back James," he'd said. "All that matters is today and
the future."
I didn't entirely agree with him. I thought it was important to learn
from your past but I could never bring myself to debate the point with
him.
Personally money was never a huge motivation for me. But then I'd grown
up in a reasonably well off family. We weren't rich but we never went
without. My parents died a few years ago and had left me enough to get by
for a while without a job. That meant I could spend my time writing and
working on getting published. At first I wanted to write science fiction
but there was no interest in my efforts. Writing erotica was just a
fantasy for myself at first. Soon I realised I'd written so much that I
had enough for a novel. Thankfully it got published and I now did well
enough out of my books that I could comfortably live off the profits if I
wanted to. I hadn't told Davis yet but I thought the next book may be my
last in my series. If I could just finish the damn thing. Then I'd get
back to my science fiction that nobody would want to read except me!
I stepped onto the elevator as the doors opened. It was empty but two men
soon entered just behind me. One was wearing a sharp dark blue suit and
carrying a briefcase. He still wore sunglasses even though the weather
outside did not demand them. His dark hair was slicked back with too much
product and he cast me a smile. I immediately felt uncomfortable. I saw
him push button 15. A lawyer, of course.
The other was an older man. I'd have said in his seventies, balding with
thin grey hair and a thick pair of glasses. "Excuse me young man could
you press 8 for me?" he asked, his voice wavering as he spoke. I reached
forward to hit the button but the younger man stepped in.
"I think he meant me Miss," he said, his voice strong and firm. "Where
are you headed today?"
"10 please," I said, wanting to keep the conversation to the absolute
minimum.
"8 and 10 it is," the lawyer said, pressing both. As it began to move he
turned to look at me. "So here on business or pleasure?" he asked. I
wasn't sure if I imagined it or not but he seemed to stretch out the word
'pleasure' more than was needed.
"Business," I replied, keeping my answers short. I never had strangers
talk to me when I came here before. True at the time I was a scruffy
looking, chubby guy and slick lawyers didn't tend to pay attention to
that.
"Business...nice," he said before reaching into his inside pocket and
pulling out a card that he handed to me. It read 'BRAD HANSON' and had
his contact details. "If your business ever needs legal representation
feel free to call. Or for anything else." I tucked the card into my
little bag and thanked him.
Well that was my first time getting hit on. I couldn't say it was much
fun! I didn't even know why I'd taken then card. Out of politeness
perhaps? I'd heard women often felt pressure in social situations to play
along with men even if they weren't into whatever was happening. Like men
had such fragile egos they could snap at the slightest sign of rejection.
I didn't think that had just happened to me. All I did was take a card.
True I didn't want it but I was fairly sure that I'd have done the same
thing as a man just to avoid any awkwardness. Fairly sure but not
certain.
The elevator arrived at the old mans floor and he stepped out. My heart
sank as I realised I'd now have to be alone with Brad. Thankfully seconds
later a man and another two women got on and Brad didn't say anything
else to me.
Finally I got off the elevator and walked over to the reception desk.
Bloom Publishing had the entire floor. They had a small reception area,
perhaps 15 leather seats and a desk that was staffed by two
receptionists. Various meeting rooms and offices made up the rest of the
floor.
I smiled when I saw the receptionist. I'd met her many times and she was
always very nice. A blonde in her fifties, Sheila was super friendly and
welcoming. When I'd wait for Davis we'd usually end up talking about her
daughter who had a baby six months ago or her son who seemed to not have
his life together yet and 'just needed the love of a good woman'.
Sometimes she'd have some lovely homemade treat for me. It was all very
wholesome.
Now of course I had to pretend I didn't know her but her smile was still
there as she saw me approach. She even stood up which was new.
"I couldn't believe it when Mr Jackson told me you were coming," she
said, reaching out and taking my hand in hers, holding mine tightly in
front of her. "To actually meet you! I never thought it would happen,"
she gushed.
"Oh. Thanks." I really had to get better at my responses but I was a
little shocked. Firstly she clearly thought I was the real Lacey Cooper,
a woman who hadn't existed until I'd woken up as her a few hours earlier.
Also it seemed Davis had at least told her I would be coming.
"I'm such a fan!" Sheila went on. She leaned in and whispered to me. "You
know your books really spiced up things between me and my Stan. I never
knew being tied up would be so exciting!"
My eyes went wide as she said that. I'd no idea that wholesome, lovely
Sheila who baked amazing cookies was a fan of my work, let alone that she
played games with her husband because of it!
"I'm glad it helped," I told her as I felt my face turn red. I'd never
look at Sheila the same way again.
"Mr Jackson asked me to take you to the conference room," she informed me
as she started to lead me down a corridor.
"Not his office?" I queried.
"No he said the conference room. You know I've got a son about your age
and he's single. I mean I know you probably aren't single looking like
you do but if you ever wanted a blind date I'm sure he would be thrilled
to meet you. He's good with knots too. He used to be in the boy scouts."
I wasn't sure if I could turn a brighter shade of red but this
conversation was certainly testing that. As we got closer to the
conference room I could that the blinds covering the glass wall that
looked out into the corridor were closed. As was the door. That was
strange.
Sheila knocked twice, opened the door and ushered me inside. As soon as
the door opened I jumped as I was greeted by an incredibly loud cheer and
a round of applause! I stared around the room and saw Davis at the centre
of a large group of his colleagues. They were all applauding and had
huge, fake corporate grins plastered on their faces.
I wanted to ask what the hell was going on when someone approached from
behind and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Ms Cooper it is a pleasure to
finally meet you!" a slightly gravelly male voice said. I turned to see
the one and only Mr Nigel Bloom himself. He was dressed much more
casually than his employees. He wore a light brown suit jacket with a
white shirt and jeans. He was also famous for always wearing cowboy boots
and I glanced down and saw today they were snakeskin. He was in good
shape for his age although lines were forming around his dark eyes and
his hair was pretty much all white now.
I'd never actually met the founder of the company that published my work,
among others. There used to be a picture of him hanging in the reception
area but that was removed some months ago during a modernisation project.
I'd also passed him in the hall once or twice but he'd just ignored me. I
knew a little about him as Davis looked up to him and had told me a few
things. He'd started the business around twenty years ago when he was
forty-five. Back then it only published childrens books but over the
years more writers had come on and the output changed. My 'Lucy Chambers'
series was the first adult material they had put out and Davis had told
me Mr Bloom wasn't keen at first. The first book was actually published
without the Bloom name attached just in case it didn't work. The second
book onwards and any reprints of the first now proudly carried the Bloom
stamp of approval.
The success of the first few books had changed his mind and I was now the
second biggest selling author then had. The biggest was a horror writer
called Nathan Masters who I was a huge fan of. Of course having to hide
my true identity meant I had never met him. That was one of the few
things that bothered me about my former anonymity.
"I was so pleased when I heard you were finally coming out of hiding!" Mr
Bloom continued. "Some of us actually started to think Davis had made you
up!" There was a smattering of laughter from the group.
"Well I'm real as you can see," I replied, glancing at Davis who mouthed
an 'I'm sorry' at me.
"Now we didn't get everyone together just to meet you for the first time.
I also wanted to tell you that your latest book is expected to make it
past two million copies sold in paperback in a few weeks. With the
previous hardback sales and all your other work that will officially make
you our top selling author!" he announced.
That caused another round of applause and someone handed me a bunch of
pretty pink and white flowers. "And I'm sure that now you are out in the
open and we can get you doing press and promoting your work sales will
only keep growing!" he said which caused another round of applause.
There was a pause and I became aware that this was probably where I was
meant to say something.
"I'm looking forward to working with you all much closer." Not great but
I was under pressure. This really wasn't something I'd expected.
Mr Bloom then ushered everyone back to work. "I'll leave you with our Mr
Jackson to discuss the details. Do come and drop by my office before you
leave today Ms Cooper, there are a few other things I'd love to discuss."
Once Davis and I were alone I dropped the flowers onto the table. "What
the hell was that?"
"I'm so sorry! I had to tell Sheila you were coming so she could book the
appointment and before I knew it everyone was talking about you! I love
her but she really needs to learn not to gossip!" he said clearly feeling
bad for putting me on the spot.
I looked at him for the first time as Lacey. He was always a big guy,
bigger still once he made some small magical tweaks to himself. It wasn't
anything that couldn't be explained by telling people he'd started
working out. Now he looked like a giant to me. He was at least a foot
taller than me and unless I leant to the side I couldn't see around his
broad shoulders.
"I have to say it. You look incredible. I never thought my spell would be
this powerful!" Davis said, walking around me as he admired his work "You
look exactly like I wanted. A lot of the Lucy Chambers character in you"
"Yeah thanks for that and for only giving me these skimpy clothes. Women
wear jeans and sweaters you know?" I said.
"Sorry the clothing thing was a bit of an afterthought. Originally I was
going to order you some stuff online but then I thought I could save some
money and use magic," he told me with a shrug. "Don't worry it will all
turn back when I reverse the spell"
I nodded and brushed a strand of red hair behind my ear. I sat in one of
the large leather chairs that surrounded the conference room table. "Tell
me something and be honest," I said. "Did you do anything else with your
magic? I said no mental changes but I've noticed a few things."
Davis took the seat opposite me. "Sorry James ....Lacey," he started. "I
had to make some changes. There aren't many so don't worry!"
"I'm going to need a list!"
"Sure. First I did make a small change to your mannerisms. Just making
sure you would move like a woman so nothing would give the game away. I
didn't want to stomping around with slumped shoulders like you usually
do."
I leaned forward and felt my boobs brush the table. I leaned back again.
"I noticed that. That one I can live with. Although for the record I
don't stomp."
"And I made it so you could walk fine in heels. I guess when I pictured
Lacey I knew she'd need to wear heels a lot as she was so short. I didn't
want you to hurt yourself the first time you tried."
"Well again that's useful but you could have just made me taller." That
one I finished with a smile. He seemed anxious and I wanted him to know I
wasn't mad. Yet.
"I also knew you'd struggle with the hair so I made it magically style
itself when it got messy. It should always be clean and looking great. Oh
and you actually don't need to shower or eat unless you want to."
This was shock. I'd smelt the flowery scent around me and had seen how
good my skin looked. It hadn't occurred to me that I hadn't gotten hungry
yet. I should have been starving by now. I had slept for most of a day
and hadn't eaten much before that.
"Why would you make it so I don't need to eat?" I asked, genuinely
curious
"Honestly that one was just a test. I threw it in to see if it would
work," he shrugged.
"Oh it's nice to be a Guinea Pig!"
"It's the last change I made that you may not be happy with," he said. It
was strange to see this large, handsome black man looking sheepish. "I
made it so you were pretty comfortable in a female body."
"Again I need to ask why?"
"James can you imagine what the effect on your mind could be if you woke
up in a totally different body and one of a different gender? It could
cause a breakdown even if you were expecting it! I couldn't risk that so
at most it should have felt a little weird for you."
He was right of course. My body felt totally different. The most shocking
changes didn't even relate to the gender swap. I was smaller, weaker and
just more vulnerable. If he hadn't made that change I could easily see a
scenario where I couldn't cope. Even with his help I'd still had a minor
panic attack so I didn't want to know what would have happened without
it.
"I think I can live with that. It's not like I've forgotten who I am or
anything."
"Thanks for understanding," he said, relaxing and showing me his wide
smile. I smiled back and asked him to explain the 'phase 2' he had
mentioned when he called earlier.
"So phase 2 was going to be about your writers block and how best to get
you over it. I was hoping that just becoming Lacey and spending time as
her would be enough but I wanted to make some plans with you in case we
needed to do more."
"That makes sense but you said that's what is was going to be?"
"Right. Things have changed now Bloom is involved. He wants a full
marketing campaign. Get you on TV. In magazines. The works. He thinks it
will make your books sales shoot up and make us more money. You know he
isn't wrong about that?"
"And you know I'm not in this for the money! I don't want to be paraded
around to sell books that already sell well enough to make me wealthy!" I
said, standing up and going to look out of the window. Here on the tenth
floor I had a good view of the city. It was around 3:30pm at this point
and I could see office workers and cabs moving around below. People just
going about their normal lives while I was trying to deal with this!
"I know this isn't what we planned but Bloom already arranged some
interviews. He's booked you on the Late, Late Tonight Show tonight,
although the tape it at 5pm. Did you know that? I always thought it was
live!" he said. Thankfully I was facing the window so he wouldn't have
seen me roll my eyes.
"I can't do that Davis!" I said, turning to look at him and holding onto
the back of the chair. "I don't want celebrity. I want a quiet life."
He nodded. "I know you do but Bloom is insisting. He said its in your
contract and you are lucky we let you out of those responsibilities for
so long."
"Shit," I replied. "He wanted to see me. Is that what he wanted to talk
about? Threaten me with legal action? Maybe I should bring my lawyer." I
thought of Brad. I did have his card.
"Maybe just go and talk to him. Try and be nice and explain you don't
want the limelight. If you talk about the next two books you want to
write he may back off. Otherwise I think you will have to do the press
tour."
Ten minutes later I was knocking on the office door of one Nigel Bloom.
His office was in the far rear corner of the floor and the only one that
didn't look modern. His door alone looked ancient. A large dark wood with
a gold name plate that simple read 'NIGEL BLOOM - CEO AND FOUNDER'.
"Enter," he called and I stepped inside. He was sat behind a large oak
desk that dominated the room. A red leather couch was along the opposite
wall and a large bookcase covered the one to my left. The wall on the
right was huge window, looking out over the city. Behind his desk a large
fish was mounted on a plaque and various photos covering twenty years in
publishing covered the walls.
"Ms Cooper thank you so much for coming to see me!" he said, standing
from his desk and moving to the couch. He sat and indicated for me to do
the same. I did so, remembering to keep my legs together as I lowered my
bottom onto the expensive couch.
"So did Davis tell you our plans? TV today! Very exciting! I had to pull
a lot of strings to get you on at short notice so please don't let me
down!" he gushed.
"To be honest Mr Bloom I'm not sure its for me. I was hoping we could go
back to our previous arrangement?" I knew I didn't sound at all forceful
or confident. I hated negotiations and it felt even worse now I looked as
I did.
"Ms Cooper that won't be possible. Now that you've come out of hiding,
I'm afraid I have to insist you abide by your contract. It was very good
of me to let you avoid your responsibilities for so long wasn't it?"
"Well yes of course but..."
"That's settled then," he said interrupting me- "You need to be at the
studio in about 90 minutes. A car will collect you from downstairs but
its only a few blocks away so we have time to talk more-"
I realised he was just dictating things to me. He didn't seem to care how
I felt about it.
"There is one thing I need to ask you," he said, his voice becoming more
serious and stern. "When Davis first signed you I was a little sceptical
about having a writer who wouldn't meet anyone but him. A writer who just
turned in books and never did any publicity or fully engaged with us
here. After the first two did so well I checked where your payments were
going with our accounts people and they were getting paid to a James
Cooper instead. I also had someone look into Mr Cooper and he had no
sister and wasn't married. Actually Lacey Cooper didn't seem to exist
anywhere." He paused to look at me, staring right into my eyes. I was
about to speak when he again talked over me.
"Now I naturally assumed that perhaps James was the real writer and Lacey
was just his pseudonym. The poor chap probably didn't want anyone to know
he wrote bondage sex books for a living. I never pushed it because
frankly the books sold even without press help. But you can imagine my
surprise when suddenly Sheila tells me Lacey Cooper will be coming to see
Davis in person today!"
I didn't know what to say but I could feel myself starting to panic.
"So the question I have for you Ms Cooper is...who the hell are you?"
To be continued......
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