To take over an Earth company, Zhor spies seized M. the C.E. Once Ruked in the hip Mark gave them the slip, Though transformed to a her from a he. She renamed herself Mary Prize And constructed an alternate guise. M. knew how to place In the business rat race And planned like a rocket to rise. She took a stenographer job And worked for a hotshot named Bob. Prize thought she could climb In almost no time, Since she'd always known how to hobnob.
While plotting a killer career M. felt, deep inside, very queer. The men seemed so buff; She grew fluffy, less tough And appeared to be losing high gear. She had a new impulse to flirt, To show off in a short miniskirt. M.'s Maidenform bra Filled workers with awe, Even the henpecked stuffed shirt. By Christmas, a leggy blonde pearl, Prize was the office dream girl. The execs all adored her And sought to reward her, An airhead who made their loins dirl.
	M.'s steno was really quite slow But no boss there wished her to go. Mary lost the notion Of chasing promotion; What she wanted instead was a beau. Bob often came in to dictate And usually stayed very late. His marriage was shattered, But it hardly mattered; He aimed at a new trophy mate. Mary played games in his bed And got pretty good giving head. Bob offered a ring; She said "yes," (it was spring,) And the pair is now happily wed.