Simon peeked over his cubicle to catch a glimpse of Tina, the woman he was determined to make his wife, but there was a single problem. Simon is what many people would consider a meek and mousey man, too scared to even so much as wave to her without needing an entire day to overthink the interaction. Tina turned, sensing someone was looking at her, which caused Simon to duck back into his space, face burning red with embarrassment that he was almost caught. After composing himself, he grabbed his coat and clocked out, keeping his head down as he left the office to go home.
Lying on the bed, he kept playing scenarios where he would finally talk to her over and over in his head. Every situation his mind put him in with her ended with him fleeing in panic, leaving Tina baffled by his actions. Wrapping his arms around his pillow, hoping that his subconscious would keep working on the problem in his dreams, he closed his eyes. His mind raced, and his body started to slow, helping him drift to sleep, a dream already forming.
He dreamed of a wishing well, the coin already in his hand, and his desire loaded on his tongue. He tossed the token into the pit, spilling his mind to the open air to finally be with Tina. He felt the magic immediately, forcing itself into his body. Glimpses of bright red hair spilled across his vision, causing him to look into the now full well, the reflection of a blue-eyed beauty staring at him. His chest heaved, the strange feeling of floating filling it as if he were falling. His shirt faded away as breasts started to swell under his nipples, continuing with their growth until they were impossibly large. He groped his newly engorged tits, surprised by the sensitivity he could feel in a dream. He couldn't figure out whether to panic or enjoy the moment, but knowing it was nothing more than a strange combination of his day's events, morphing together into a somewhat cohesive story, gave him solace, and he leaned into it.
He giggled as a green ruffle bikini top materialized, helping hold his new assets and completing the color scheme of a girl-next-door trope. He was pretty confident in his gender, not ever feeling dysphoric, which is why the strangeness of being a cute girl was so surprising to him, even if it was only his top half. His legs started to feel strange, pulling themselves into his torso, leaving him floating in the air, nonplussed. His arms moved up onto his shoulders, forcing him to thrust his huge chest outwards before he was no longer able to move them. An open smile crept across his face as his head started to flatten, changing from a human's head to a flat decal on the surface.
Simon's new bosoms started to firm, replacing the soft, doughy flesh with a gel-like substance for cushioning. He could feel his new body finish changing, turning into a busty mousepad of the girl his top half had become. His assurance that it was all a dream was the only thing stopping him from panicking as he fell to the floor with a soft thud. He lay on the ground, feeling truly relaxed for the first time in his life.
He awoke with a start, opening his eyes to the dark room in which he had fallen asleep. He tried to stretch his arms but found them unresponsive. Thinking he was experiencing sleep paralysis, he tried to wiggle his toes, but instead, he felt something much stranger; he didn't have any toes. Alarms rang in his mind as he realized something was up, and more sensations of his surroundings came to him. He was no longer in his bed; instead, his back rested on what felt like plastic. He had no idea what was going on, hoping to actually wake up this time instead of being trapped in this sensory-deprived hell.
Light blinded him as the sound of tearing echoed inside his room. The ceiling opened up to reveal Tina's face looking down at him. The newly lit room came into view, showing the walls to be of cardboard. It finally clicked that he was no longer in his room, but instead in a box. "What's this?" Tina said, her hand reaching into the package and grabbing Simon. Creases appeared in his vision as she grabbed him, giving away that he was wrapped in plastic. Tina held Simon at face level, admiring him, her eyes not portraying any recognition of the man in her cubicle who was next to.
"Cute mousepad," she said, giving one of Simon's tits a squeeze, "I wonder who it's from?" The flash of red and green caught his eye as his reflection showed the same mousepad he had become in the dream staring back at him. He wanted to be scared, terrified that he had become nothing but a novelty, but that fear never came to him. As Tina held him, he felt safe, happy to be owned by her. She slipped him into her purse, excited to give him a try once she got home, something that Simon was keen on too.