Demoted to Panties - Panties TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Demoted to Panties - Panties TFBryan had been working at Arnold & Associates for a little over a year now, handling…
Bryan had been working at Arnold & Associates for a little over a year now, handling reports, spreadsheets and quarterly projections from his small but comfortable desk on the fourth floor and while none of it was exactly thrilling work, his business degree and his attention to detail made him good at it and his reviews had been solid every single time. The pay was decent, the hours were predictable and he had figured he could ride this position comfortably for a few more years before looking to move up. Then the CEO's daughter transferred in to run his division and everything got weird. Pamela Arnold was his age, maybe a year younger, and she walked into the office on her first day wearing a fitted red leather jacket over a black blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to make a point about the size of her chest, which was considerable. Long black hair fell past her shoulders in a straight glossy curtain and her red eyes had this sharpness to them that made it feel like she was always measuring you for something. Gold earrings dangled against her jaw when she turned her head. She was beautiful in a way that was hard to ignore and she clearly knew it. What Bryan found annoying was how she kept bothering him specifically. She would stop by his desk and ask how he was doing or whether he had plans for the weekend or if he had tried that new restaurant down the block, and he would give her polite, short answers about workload and deadlines because he assumed she was checking in on productivity the way a new manager might. Every hint she dropped sailed so far over his head it might as well have been in orbit and he just kept plugging away at his spreadsheets while she stood there with her arms crossed and that look on her face like she was waiting for something that never came. The end of Q1 finally arrived and Bryan leaned back in his chair, feeling like he could breathe for the first time in weeks because the crunch was over and his numbers were clean and submitted. Then his desk phone rang and the receptionist told him he was being called to the division head's office immediately. His stomach dropped a little, but he told himself it was probably just a review meeting and headed down the hall. When he walked in, Pamela was sitting behind her desk with her legs crossed and her red jacket catching the overhead light like polished vinyl. She had one hand resting on a folder and that smirk on her face, the one she always wore when she was about to say something that would ruin your afternoon. Finally got you in here, took long enough. "Bryan, I have some bad news," she said in a tone that did not sound like she thought it was bad at all. "You are being demoted from your current position." "What?" He stepped forward, hands going up. "Demoted? My numbers are perfect, every single report has been on time, you can check with anyone on the floor and they will tell you I have not missed a single deadline in over a year." She held up one hand with that unbothered expression, the kind of look that said she had already made up her mind and his objections were just noise she was politely tolerating. "However," she continued, letting the word hang in the air, "if you perform well in your new position and show real progress, we can discuss a promotion to a title even higher than what you currently hold." Bryan blinked. 'Wait, so if I do well, I could actually move up? What the hell is she talking about? That sounds too good but also really good!' The logic made sense on paper and he knew Pamela well enough to know she was not a liar, she was a lot of things, but dishonest was not one of them. He had seen the terms of reassignment contracts before and they were straightforward, and the idea of jumping up the ladder after a short demotion period was actually tempting. "Fine," he said, pulling the contract toward himself. "I will sign it." He read through the standard clauses, recognized the format and put his name at the bottom without a second thought. Pamela took the paper back and added her own signature with a fountain pen that probably cost more than his monthly grocery budget and as soon as the ink dried, something shifted behind her red eyes. That smirk spread wider, not the professional smirk he was used to but something deeper and hungrier and full of a control she had been holding back. Then his body started to feel wrong. "What the fuuuu..." His mouth sealed shut before he could finish the word. His lips pressed together and smoothed over like clay being worked flat, and the sound died in his throat as his jaw lost its shape entirely. His fingers were melting together on both hands, the gaps between them filling in with soft white fabric that spread across his palms and up his wrists. 'What the FUCK did she do to me!?' He tried to scream but nothing came out because he no longer had a mouth to scream with. Pamela stood up from her desk and walked around to the front, leaning against the edge with her arms folded unde
