Mark dropped all his files when Haechan walked in with his tummy out and his boobs out in all his glory, it wasn't the poor boy it was Ten making him a sexy bitch. The younger came in biting his lips as he lent on the table, his long hair falling down as he flipped it away.

"Good morning sir." Haechan purred making Mark start coughing at the sight before him.

"Your clothes.....This isn't a club Miss Haechan." Mark gulped at the sight before him. This was way too rated for his pure soul. "Here be done with these before 1." Said the CEO with a smile.

"My clothes seem to have shrunk." Haechan lifted his round butt to check as he bit his lips and took the files from the older.

Haechan face palmed once he realized what he was even wearing, this was way too difficult for him, he wasn't even wearing a bra to start with. He rubbed his face as he flipped through the files and finished them before 1, he stumbled through the hallways with his annoying heal slippers when he saw Mark with his shirt sleeves rolled up. Hoooot.

"Sir your files." Haechans smacked his  lips, he accidentally dropped the pen he was holding as he bent down to take it give a HD view of his tanned boobs that had scattered moles on to Mark. "Lil fucker stop rolling off!" He hissed when the pen slipped off and he had to bend a 90 degree to get the bitch. Which gave the CEO another Blu-ray view of those peaches.

"U-Uh thank you Miss Haechan. You may go." Mark smiled, he could feel the blush appearing on his cheeks.

"I'm free?!" Haechan squealed, Mark avoiding staring at the hummingbird like bare waist and chubby cleavage.

"No. Sign these papers." Mark pointed at the contract papers. Haechan sat down crossing his flawless limbs as he munched on his lips.

"A contract? Why?" The red head pouted, "It's.....I'll sign later." Haechan shook his head as he stood up, pulling his mini skirt lower and left.

Mark collapsed on his chair, he had never once felt so turned on by just a girl's skimpy dressing. Many girls in his company dressed sexily but this Haechan was different. It was 7 in the morning when Haechan left the company and drove home. His lingerie package had arrived and he squealed. If he was going to be a girl he'll be a hot one.

"Never thought I'll waste money on women lingerie. Shit." Haechan groaned as he dragged the box in. He locked the door as he undressed himself, he was still in a woman's body.  But soon as 8 stuck he turned into the boy he was.

Haechan showered, wearing his comfy boxers and an old cotton t-shirt, he wanted to smash a watermelon on Tens head but he didn't want to get the God mad and end up being a girl forever. He danced around the kitchen as he admired his dick inside his boxers.

"I'm sorry for hating you when I was younger. I love you dick." Haechan dramatically whined. That's when he got a call from the CEO.

"Oh Hi sir!!" Haechan chirped giving Mark a confused feeling. The girl at the office and this girl felt different.

"Oh umm hello. Can you bring the files I gave you home? Mom's feeling really sick so yeah?" Mark asked the boy and Haechan just sighed saying yes. Did he have a choice? No. Why? He needed the money. And Mark paid handsomely.

Once the next 8:00 struck Haechans body changed, his boobs pointed out his thin t-shirt and the small mount on his boxers disappeared. He groaned, he only had a few hours of free time. That is from morning 8 until he turned body wise. Firstly he had to fit on those lingerie he had wasted money on.

"I look hot........." Haechan bit his lips, but deep down he hated it. Pulling on a shirt and the skirt he got along with the undies he left for work.

Marks house was huge, but not extravagant but still had the touch of richness in it, Haechan tapped his way inside with a loose blue shirt that revealed his black fancy bra and had his hair in a messy ponytail. He bit his lips when Mark opened the door with a cheerful smile.

"Come in." Mark chimed as Haechan removed his shoes but lost his balance and the black haired boy had to wrap an arm around the the tiny waist.

"S-Sorry." Haechan whispered as he padded inside the living room and sat down.

A middle aged gorgeous man walked in looking pale, he smiled sweetly at the beauty and went into another room. As Mark sat before the girl, Haechan popped the first three buttons of his shirt. His cleavage coming into the vision. Fuck Ten.

"H-Have you finished with the papers?" Mark froze at the sight and looked away as he took the stack of papers, "Sorry Mom's having terrible morning sickness. Dad says he still can't make it home. Do you prefer working here or you can go to the company." The CEO smiled.

"I prefer here." Haechan purred, crossing his legs. They moved to Marks study that dangerously away from any human ear. Haechan prayed that Ten wouldn't have any ideas for him.

"Oh fuck!" Haechan hissed when he tried to sit on Marks couch so they could speak this over.

"What?" Mark lifted an eyebrow.

"N-Nothing. I'm thirsty." Haechan lied, the older smiled as he left to get the boy a glass of water. The red head gritted his teeth, his bra strap had unclipped and now he had to struggle to put it before Mark comes.

Untucking his shirt, he sneaked his arms behind to clip it back so his boobs would be in place, the shirt was fucking transparent. But the lil bitch just wouldn't clip back again, Haechan froze when he saw Mark staring at him with the glass of water in his arms.