Tuesday, July 2, 2024

Jules: Management As A Female

 Jules: Management As A Female

It was weird as to how this all got started. I was a mid-level manager in the company, hired just a little over five years ago. We advised customers on ways to market their products, provided marketing tools, flyers, advertising, internet advertising, anything to help them do a better job selling their product. They could hire an advertising company to do their ads, but we were selling them the ability to do it themselves.

The company was an okay place to work for, they did discriminate way too much but had never been caught at it. Since I was a male I had avoided the discrimination so far, but witnessed way too much of it as I did my job. It often was blatant, they didn’t even feel the need to cover their tracks. The main problem was there attitude toward women. As secretaries and PA’s they were fine, but anything higher than that was not to be.

The company did encourage all employees to participate in some social functions, mainly dances where everybody was invited. The employees thought these gatherings were pretty great, good food, usually a live band, dancing was encouraged, all in all a great time was had by all. Usually five to six of these dances a year, sometimes a theme, usually just a gathering of the employees and their spouses. I think management actually thought their offerings would offset their practice of discriminating.

This particular dance was held in the time period around Mardi Gras. Everybody was encouraged to come in costume, prizes were to be handed out for best costume, best couple, most romantic, on and on for a total of fifteen different prizes. The prizes were significant, a high end laptop, MP3 players, blue ray players and several five hundred dollar gift certificates from a choice of several establishments in town. The gift certificates furnished by some of our customers. The gifts more like bribes, take this and forget what has happened in the past. There was a lot of talk about the contest, who they were coming as, things like that.

Right before the dance we had an unexpected visit from the EEOC, a former female employee had filed a complaint about how she was discriminated against, and they were there to conduct a preliminary investigation. Depending on their findings, it would either be dropped or they would conduct a more thorough investigation of the company and its practices.

Needless to say management was scared to death. There was nothing to save them, lots of instances in any direction you wanted to look, all pointing out their blatant discrimination. While there investigators were interviewing some of the employees, the management team spread out trying to cover some of the most blatant instances. Some employees were sent home unexpectedly, so that they might not get interviewed. Management in general quietly disappeared, either in conference or left for the day.

What I did not find out till later was one overzealous team member got into the personnel files and changed some of the employee’s information. He mostly stayed with employees that were no longer with us, changing their gender and their contact info so they could not be easily found. This made us look like we had female management members, just no longer with the company. Any name that was somewhat ambiguous was his targets, a quick change of gender than a few changes in contact info so it could not easily be checked.

Like I said they were quite worried, not just for their jobs, but that they personally would be included in lawsuits against the company. Sam became Samantha, Dan became Dana, and the list goes on. If the culprit making the changes would have paid more attention certain current employees would not have been changed. The EEOC team left later that day, no verdict, but would most likely be back soon. The next day calmed down a little, everybody resuming what they normally did. A smarter approach might have been to promote a few ladies into management positions, but old habits are ingrained so nothing was done. They had been spared the bullet, so why make any substantial changes.

My girlfriend was going to the dance with me, we were encouraged to bring our significant others to the dance if we had any. I left her in charge of a suitable costume for me, she was quite creative, her job is as a window dresser at one of the major department stores at the mall. She decided we would go as twins, both of our heights almost identical, same dark blonde hair and same body shape. Kind of a female figure without much in the breast or hip departments, especially on my part. She had a thirty two inch waist and I had a thirty three inch waist. We decided on a semi-feminine look, flowing pants, a loose fitting blouse that stopped just shy of the waist. She put my longish hair into a high ponytail, a couple of ribbons to match the blouse and some lipstick and mascara. A ladies flat shoe, with a strap over the arch of the foot and we were ready.

Nothing elaborate, but still a costume. She knew if she did more I might feel embarrassed, a person in the management tier looking like one of the regular woman. As I looked at the mirror before we left I only saw the female, the male me quite easily obliterated. We had a good time at the dance, dancing with a lot of the other mid-level managers and even some of the females that worked there. I talked in my regular voice, apparently everyone only hearing the voice of a female.

When the prizes were handed out, the winners were quite thankful, the company always over did it, maybe a pathetic way to compensate for being asses otherwise. Susie, my SO and I didn’t win anything that was good in a way, I didn’t want to cause any more attention to myself than necessary. As is customary, the CEO greeted everybody as they left, thanking them for coming, and hoping they enjoyed themselves. He made an effort to ask everybody’s name, shook their hand or gave a hug to the female employees.

I was one of the last to leave, I gave him my name, it didn’t register with him, but I did get the hug. I chuckled some, then I realized that he did not recognize me. He asked what job title I held and who I worked with. With a smile and bright red face I told him my name was Jules Waterson, his VP of corporate marketing. I instantly knew what he thought of me, a vice president in the company and he did not recognize the name, most likely even the position was beyond his grasp. I had been hugged, his belief that I was a female another nail in his coffin.

Suzie and I made a quick exit, I was fuming, five years on the job and he wasn’t even aware of me or what I did. It was early the next day before I came to a more level headed opinion of the previous night’s activities. I went about my job, we were courting three new customers, actually fairly good sized accounts if we could get them to sign. I called them daily answering questions they might have and keeping our name in front of them, I had arranged private dinners with them at the end of the week, to maybe get them to sign with us.

My secretary, Dora, came into the office, telling me that I had a visitor. I kind of raised my eyebrows a little, usually I met very few people here at the office other than employees who worked for me. Then in a lower voice she told me it was Ms. Hanson, Chairman of the Board of Directors. I asked her to show her in and got up and met Ms. Hanson in front of my desk. She took a seat and asked me a few questions, I knew she was just feeling me out. Since it was nearing lunch time I asked her if she would have lunch with me. She gave me a large smile and said that would be wonderful.

I figured something was up, a vice-president in the company does not get visited by the Chairman of the Board unless something major is looming around the corner. I did not want any conversation like that in the offices, better at some place removed from curious eyes and ears. I drove her to a restaurant a few blocks from corporate headquarters, we were seated and placed our orders.

I decided to not waste time. “Ms. Hanson what can I do for you today?” Another smile, then as our drink orders were brought out she asked the waitress to delay our salads for about thirty minutes. Must be serious if it will take that long to fill me in.

“Jules we have a serious problem at the offices. We have connections at the EEOC, we have learned that we are going to be investigated, a full inquiry in about three weeks. A friend of a friend of a board member is the informant, even though the rumor might be somewhat enhanced a little, still a serious problem. The board has warned the present CEO and his counterparts that we are not supporting their anti-female practices. In this day and time it is utterly foolish. They several times have promised to rectify the situation, but continually drag their feet. The board has decided to ask for all their resignations, but we now need someone to step into the CEO position.”

I moved my chair back from the table a little, I thought a reorganization might be in the wind, but me as part of it, no way. She took my hand, before I could withdraw any more, asking me to hear her out. ‘You are the only member of the executive team that might be able to fill in at least temporarily. To keep from every female employee from suing our butt, we want to put a female in that position. If they see we are truly trying to make a positive change there might be some hope.

Now a little bird has informed me that at the dance last night you made quite an impression in your costume. Every employee that I have talked to, felt so comfortable in your presence. You have always handled yourself admirably even in your male persona, never joining in with the asses we had running the company. If you were to consider yourself transgender for the near future, take over as CEO and run the company until we can find someone else to take over, the Board will be forever in your debt. The EEOC will look favorable if we have a transgender employee running the company, almost like having a cisgender female in that position, even though it is a recent promotion.”

“When we looked up your employee files this morning as we were discussing this approach we found that your gender is already listed as female. Another do gooder causing us more trouble than it was worth. We are not trying to avoid any fines or levies against us, the company has certainly discriminated enough. As it stands now the repercussions will cost the company millions to settle up for all of this in the long run. We are just trying to keep things intact, allowing us to rebuild and not declare bankruptcy, the likely outcome if we don’t do something and quickly. If we can keep some of the lawsuits against us minimal or get them to not file them in the first place we have a chance. If not we only have a few months before we will have to liquidate everything.”

“Please consider doing this for us, I know it a lot to ask of a male, but you have always seemed to put the employee first, but with the good of the company still in mind. Otherwise, there will be a lot of people soon without jobs. After we finish lunch, I want you to take the rest of the day off, I would prefer if you are not around when we force their resignations. Maybe talk to any family or significant others about this. I see the impersonation necessary for at least a year, maybe more. After we get over the big hump, if you want out I will do everything in my power to help get you employment elsewhere or here as a male again.”

“Incidentally, the Board is behind you 100 % in this, we really have no other options other than to close the doors and sell everything off. No other management executive will come here, the word is already out through the industry that we are in big trouble. The existing members of the executive team are not qualified to do anything but their present job, even that is somewhat doubtful in many cases. Too many of them were promoted to the position because they were male, not because they were qualified.”

I set there for a minute, the waitress brought our food and we ate in silence. As we were finishing up I had figured what things I wanted from the board if I walked into this. “Ms. Hanson, if I take this I want some control over what happens, I maybe will not do exactly what you desire, but I do have some ideas that I want to implement. With the condition of the company at the present I don’t think I will cause any more harm, if some of my ideas work, we might still make it out of this mess. Anything major or financial I will run by the Board, but I think right now the major emphasis needs to be on the employees and our customers both present and new.”

“I will consult my SO tonight, I do think I will take the offer of the position, but reserve the right to still turn it down after talking it over with my girlfriend. I presume I will start tomorrow, if so I will be here at seven AM ready and dressed to take over. I want my present secretary to assist me, and I will probably change all of the other executive positions in the next few days, naming who I think will do us a better job to the positions. If you like I can call you later tonight with my decision. Do you agree to my requests?”

She got up from her chair at the table and hugged me. “Yes, we will accept your ideas on what needs to be done, at this point it would be idiotic to refuse your requests. I will be waiting, please give me a call tonight, here is my private number.”

I drove us back to the office, Ms. Hanson left immediately and I went to talk to my secretary. I told her a few things I wanted to happen later today, the new customers a priority to make sure we didn’t run them off. I asked her to come in early and meet me at the CEO’s office at Seven AM. I got a squeal and a huge hug and then she went to work. I started to mention keeping this quiet, she just smiled. “What are you wanting me to keep quiet about?” The innocent naïve look on her face, but underneath that a devious smile and smirk. Believe me Dora can do smirk.

As I was leaving the office an army of suits, most likely corporate lawyers entered the office and headed right to the executive offices. All three of the corporate officials were visited by some of the lawyers, at the same time, splitting up as they entered the offices. The CEO the COO and the CFO were targeted, I can’t say I would be sad to see them go. I made a hasty retreat, now to find Suzie and find out what she thinks about all of this.

I messaged Suzie, wanting to meet somewhere in town before she headed home. A few minutes later she suggested Mario’s in thirty minutes. It was a restaurant slash bar that we had eaten at many times, the food is great but the main charm is the different drinks they offered, Along with all the conventional alcoholic beverages they offered premium coffees, teas, fruit concoctions, and even some imported wines and champagnes. I got us a table, Suzie showing up right on time. It was early for both of us to be away from work, so she stared me down wanting to know what was going on. Her eyes are dangerous weapons, her stare can set things on fire, so intense, never blinking, glued to your eyeballs unrelenting and never wavering.

I broke down real fast telling her of the meeting today and what was suggested. I got a giggle or two from her, but she listened until I was finished. “So what you are asking is if I want a lesbian arrangement for the next year? I need to know how skilled you are at eating pussy before I answer that question. I also need to know if we are sharing my wardrobe or will each of us have our own. I take it you will be making more money, then she stopped midstream at the look on my face. You mean to tell me you didn’t discuss money before you decided to change sexes. We might have to go with a lighter shade of blonde hair color before this is over.”

We ordered some bread sticks, a calzone to split, and some coffee latte. I wasn’t hungry, but it was something to ease the nervous tension that was affecting both of us. I told her what I had asked, but completely forgot about the money. She shook her head, but we did resume discussing my gender change. She wanted to know if I was going to go business professional or if I was going to be girly gurl. I tried to get her back on subject, would she be alright being a lesbian with me for a year or more?

After we had polished off the food, she told me she would pick me up an outfit for tomorrow, when we get home we will discuss it more then decide on going female or riding the job out till the company went under. Again the smirk, but no direct answer to my question. I did get a huge hug as she left, she was almost skipping as she went back to her store.

I made a few calls with my cell phone, most of them company related. I needed to find out what was going on and a few opinions on what was happening from some employees that I had a more than passing interest in. The first call was to my secretary, her enthusiastic answering of the phone told me her take on the happenings. Two left on their own accord, the third was physically removed from his office by security. According to her, there was cheering as he was dragged out of the offices. Lots of rumors abound, but nobody is even close to what might happen.

My two other calls to some employees I had done a favor for in the past confirmed the same exuberance from all of the employees. I decided I needed to help Suzie in my preparation for tomorrow, calling her and asking if I needed a beauty salon appointment. To my utter disbelief she told me to be at her salon in twenty minutes. Do as they instruct and she will pick me up there later.

I had dropped her off at the salon many times so I knew where it was. Ten minutes later I was walking in the door. As soon as I mentioned that my name was Jules I was whisked away to a private room in the back. Another five minutes and I was naked laying on a padded table having my body hair removed. They were using a cream to dissolve it, then a moisturizer afterward to soothe and soften the new hairless skin.

The next step was some breast forms, glued to my chest. I was told I would be back this weekend for more permanent appliances, also lessons in makeup and styling my hair. As soon as the adhesive was set, my hair was shampooed and conditioned. Then set in curlers and placed under a dryer. All of this was so new to me, I was fascinated in a way, but the glimpses of my male appearance slipping away did bother me. My shoulder length hair was apparently sufficient for a feminine hairdo. They would fix me up later with a more stylish and longer hair style for work.

Setting under the dryer I wondered why I had walked into this so easily. I considered myself a normal male, at least I hoped I was. But any other male would have stormed out at the first implication of becoming a female for the company, much less to try and run one that is riddled with discrimination problems. Talking about a mine field, this was the ultimate one. Realistic chances of getting through it probably zero. Yet here I was setting in the Turnabout Gurl Salon taking the first steps towards a goal that I doubted I could achieve successfully.

I was starting to get a headache so I thought of other things, of what I would do first to try and stop the company from proceeding to bankruptcy. I did feel bad about the employees, to suffer so much already, and then be told that there was no more employment for them, quite cruel in my opinion. I managed about five things that needed to be done first thing tomorrow morning, those five probably taking up much of the day. I could see many long hours trying to salvage what I could from the company, all to be done in dresses and skirts apparently.

That surprisingly did not bother me as much as I thought it would. I kept telling myself that it was just clothes, actually lying to myself a more accurate assessment. Clothes that I had never worn before the costume party a day ago. At the party they felt good, not alien, just comfortable. An hour into the party I was not aware that they were any different than the clothes I normally wore.

My hair dry now, I was moved to a styling chair and the curlers were removed. They touched up my eyebrows, way more that I would have preferred, their idea of touch up is to remove the offending hairs, apparently lots of offending hairs. She added some basic makeup, more used than when Suzie performed the task, but my look was also a lot more feminine. Then she teased my hair out some forming a cute hairstyle with a few wispy bangs over one eyebrow. The back was curled under, I think she called a modified bob.

Taken to another room I was led into a dressing room, handed a bra and panties to put on, then Suzie walked in with several outfits over her arm. I was embarrassed for her to see me this way, her once male boyfriend looking more feminine than her. She laid the items on a chair, walked up to me and grabbed my face planting the most sensuous kiss I have ever experienced on my lips. When she let go I was breathing hard, red all over my body and my male apparatus trying to bore a hole in her. She giggled. “Not now Priscilla maybe later at home as her hand brushed over my groin.”

Priscilla did get embarrassed and quickly retreated, followed by me having to try on the outfits she had picked out. They all looked good on me, Suzie just saying they would be okay until she could get some altered for me. I paid the bill, looked in the mirror behind the cashier shaking my head at the image looking back. I wondered about the sudden change of attitude, earlier we were going to discuss it more tonight, now I was already in gurl mode head to toe. Suzie had suggested a restaurant to eat at, and that is where we headed to.

We were seated quickly, never referred to as anything but ladies. We placed our orders, then Suzie started in on me. “I know you need to show up at work tomorrow, but you have a long way to go to become my lesbian lover. So as soon as work is concluded, right home and we will start making the conversion. I realize you are facing huge obstacles, but I will allow only an extra hour a day to your normal work schedule. If any more than that I will come down there and see to your punishment right in front of all your employees. Is that clear? I am serious and not kidding.”

I vigorously nodded in the affirmative, I am sure she would, probably enjoy it too. She drove to her apartment with me following her in my car. I did make the call to Ms. Hanson informing her of my acceptance and telling her I would see her at work tomorrow. I carried the two bags from the salon into the apartment, my clothes for the next few days until we could do more shopping. I wanted to change but Suzie would have none of that. The low heels that I had been given at the salon were also to stay on.

I was drilled for the next two hours on how to sit, walk properly, the proper use of my hands and arms, etc. Then a short lesson on makeup, actually the how to keep my makeup looking fresh at work. At quarter past ten, she undressed me, slapping my hands when they got in the way. I just stood there being the new submissive female. If she would have just concerned herself with my clothes, it wouldn’t have been so bad, but I got rubbed, squeezed, caressed, pinched, literally woman handled. I now presumed that I will be staying at her apartment, the new clothes in her closet and the nightie in her hand a telltale sign.

I could tell she was having fun, her groaning and giggling quite infectious. The nightie was slipped over my head, over the bra and panty and I was laid in the bed. She immediately was on top of me, the next forty minutes I remembered very little. But the feelings were so good, erotic, wonderful and any other expletive you might want to use. I fell asleep in her arms, her whispering in my ear, right where you belong in my arms.

Up at the crack of dawn, a necessity according to Suzi. A shower first, with a shower cap to keep the tresses dry and in their original style. Then my skin patted dry and not rubbed was the next change in my grooming. It is so different waking up with two breasts on your chest especially if you have lived your life as a male up to now. Dressed in some of the clothes she had brought home for me. A business suit with a skirt was to be my clothing for today, after I had slipped into a fresh bra, and panties, a garter belt and stockings were added. The sensations were getting to me, Suzi’s help in smoothing things out was not helping me any. Then the skirt was fastened around my waist after slipping it over my hips. A blouse was added, basic white with way too much lace on the collar and cuffs. The jacket finished the outfit to perfection. Some makeup, basic mascara and lipstick after a coating of foundation was added.

A purse to put my things in and I was driven to work. Until I get my driver’s license changed a better idea in case I get stopped. Believe me, dressed as a female for work will take some time to adjust to. I had been an employee for six years, each day arriving in a suit or sport jacket, now heels, a business suit with skirt, hair in a feminine style and makeup felt so different. A former male supervisor, now decked out in female attire not the most comforting feeling for me.

I made my way into the offices and right to the CEO’s office. Dora greeted me with a huge hug while she took in the new look. I tried to keep my embarrassment down and headed into my new office. Dora made it easier, going right into secretary mode with a list of things I needed to handle right away. I let her handle the phrasing of the company wide memo to inform every one of the changes in management. I handled the customers, calling each one of them informing them of the changes and that there would be no changes in the way they were treated or dealt with, if anything they would be treated with more respect.

Dora was very efficient, while I was waiting for a customer to come to the phone, I received the email. It was worded very well and even had Ms. Hanson’s signature to it. Once I made it through the customer list I called her back to my office, giving her some of the things I wanted done right away. She is part psychic, since she had a response to many of the things I had stated. When I asked for a meeting of all executive management, she told me it was scheduled for eleven o’clock. The department managers meeting was set for two o’clock. I still had a couple of hours before the first meeting, so I decided to start making personnel changes.

I gave her a list of people I wanted to talk to and within fifteen minutes the first guy was standing in my office. I told him what was going to happen, his choices in the matter, and asked his decision. Most of the guys were aware of the previous treatment of the females so nothing came as a total surprise to them. Several wanted to pursue employment elsewhere, so I had Dora give them a letter of reference. The others were happy to be still employed even at a lower salary and position. I stressed that all of this could change, depending on their behavior and accomplishments.

The executive management meeting was quiet, the word had already spread about the changes I was making, but most were content realizing they still had a job, just not what were used to doing. The absence of the ones that had decided to leave was noticed immediately. Nothing drastic was announced, I did inform the ones that I had not talked to yet I would be meeting with each of them individually at a later date.

I nibbled on a sandwich at my desk as I continued to make changes in management. The department managers meeting was a total different affair. The word of the changes was spreading and everybody in attendance was ecstatic. I stressed that I needed them to do their jobs well, stressing to our customers that we valued their business. As the meeting broke up I received many hugs, the passion involved very re-assuring. There were three male department managers, all the rest were female thus the reason for the hugs I received.

Now that the word had spread through the employees of the changes, I needed to work on keeping our customers and getting some new ones on board. I had Dora schedule meetings with the three customers we were courting prior to the shake-up. I then started some preparations on what we needed to get them to sign, contacting employees that I thought could handle them. Dora managed to get all three meetings scheduled for the next day, spread about two to three hours apart. I had the employee that I put in charge prepare some visual aids, and accumulate some relevant figures on implementation of our proposed program. I prepared a list also in case something was forgotten.

With tomorrow partially planned, I decided to walk the floor, meeting as many employees as possible and discuss the changes I had in mind. If I could get my viewpoint out of the changes that were planned, maybe some of the possible law suits could be delayed or stopped. If they saw change was happening, not just talked about there indeed would be some hope. I only made it to a few employees that afternoon, but they were excited to meet the new me and talked freely about what they had seen so far.

Most of the management changes I made were to the female gender, employees that have worked here years, but constantly passed over for some male that had played the good ole boys game. The males had gone out drinking with the former executives or arranged sports tickets for them, but not necessarily done their job as needed. That would now stop, performance was key to any promotions to be handed out in the future. There were a few males that actually performed their jobs adequately, so I did not replace all males with a female. I did talk with them expressing how things will be done in the future.

The meetings the next day went well, all three customers signed on with us, they were impressed in the changes that had been made, also grateful that for the first time they saw a female in an executive position. One particular company was so impressed they signed as soon as they were introduced to their representatives that would be handling their account, four out of the five representatives of that particular company were female.

Surprisingly I never thought much of how I was dressed during the day, occasionally I would look at my skirt, or taste the lipstick I was wearing, but those instances were few and far between. At quitting time Ms. Hanson came by again, this time I received a huge hug as she greeted me.

“Jules you have already turned things around, the talk through the company is very supportive of you and your actions. We have walked through the offices listening to the comments, all positive. Quite a few have complimented you on making changes so soon, and ones that for once make sense. As far as the board goes you may write your own ticket, but we do have one requirement that we will not budge on, you have to remain in the female gender.”

“As far as I am concerned, it is the right gender for you. Not to downplay your past actions, but the female Jules is ten times better than you old male self. Your actions reflect confidence, backed up by sound decisions and follow through. Plus you are quite attractive, a real catch for some young male or female. Now it is past quitting time, you need to take some time for yourself, thanks to you the company will likely stay solvent, something that has been in doubt until recently.”

I finished up on my notes for tomorrow, cleaned off my desk and headed home, well Suzi’s apartment. I needed to use a Uber tonight, since Suzi would most likely still be working or had just got off. As I entered, there she was standing by the door looking at her watch. I gulped, did I work past my appointed time, maybe running the company will be easier than keeping Suzi happy. I was attacked, groped in all the feminine places, hugged, kissed and in general mauled to death. As she dragged me to the bedroom, I was trying to get my breath, on a couple of her kisses, I swear her tongue was half way down my throat. I was quickly undressed, laid on the bed and smothered with her body. She twisted and turned, causing me do all kinds of maneuvers to evade her. She got frustrated grabbed my groin and then apprehended my left nipple and pulled. I could feel her teeth on my nipple, a theoretically impossible feat for a glued on breast form.

Eventually she wore herself down, hugging me as her head rested on my chest, pardon that should be bosom. We fell asleep that way, the feelings that were coursing through my body helping me to forget that when I got home I was hungry. Not any more, content, satisfied and at peace with the world.

Early the next morning I was pushed out of bed, life is so unfair at times. Suzi is giggling as she ran for the bathroom, making me wait to handle my needs. When she finally exited the bathroom I rushed in, tits swaying from side to side as I raced for the toilet. I left the bathroom a lot slower than I entered, glad that she finished when she did or I might have puddled the floor. I picked out my clothes for the day, Suzi had brought me a couple of outfits but any different choices would have to wait until I went shopping.

That part I was dreading, I have never liked shopping for clothes before, now with all the choices available for females, a much more daunting task. I guess Suzi pictured me always in short skirts, the one for today at least five inches above my knees. When I sat at the breakfast bar to drink some orange juice I was made aware of what I would be doing all day long, trying to get the skirt to cover more. I thought about wearing what I had on yesterday, as I headed back to the bedroom, Suzi caught my wrist and headed me back to the kitchen.

I was handed my purse and led to her car. Another short trip and I was being left in the company parking lot. I did get a kiss before I exited the car, then had to fix my lipstick again, since what I had on was smeared real good. The kiss was not a peck on the lips, believe me. Once her lips engaged mine it was full contact, her tongue also entering in to the fracas.

I walked toward the offices, thinking of what I needed to do today. As I entered past security, I changed my direction and headed towards the second floor, where most of the employees worked. I meandered along, talking with everybody asking what they were doing, and if they had any suggestions. I asked their name, trying to remember as many as possible. Their ideas were surprisingly good, even though they were just doing the work, they could see where some of the things they were doing were counterproductive. I finally made it across the large work area and headed up the stairs.

It was an hour later when I made my way up to my office, Dora waiting inside with emails for me. As I was reading them she told me that the grapevine was especially active this morning, a high level boss took the time to talk with some of the employees, showed some interest in what they were doing and listened to their ideas. I would suggest that you plan a trip to the other offices soon, or they are going to be very jealous. You have five phone calls to make, referrals from the contracts that got signed yesterday, all wanting to talk to us about our services. It might be wise to appoint someone to handle these referrals, giving them the basic info, then referring them to you when they are ready to sign-up.

I looked at Dora, well have you picked out someone yet and explained their duties to them. She smiled, then handed me a sheet with three names listed, all quite capable and ones that were a part of the meetings yesterday. She suggested that all three be utilized, each taking a customer or two to get the ball rolling. She stood there waiting for me to say something. I told her to handle it that is now her job just run things by me so I know what is happening. As she left she stopped, Ms. Hanson would like your appearance in her office at nine if that is possible.

I looked her way, waiting for her to tell me what the meeting is about. Dora just smiled, and walked out of the office. I knew she was aware of what it is about, but I guess I will have to wait until I get there before that info is divulged to me. Time to check my makeup again, it seemed alright, except my lipstick looked worn off some. I re-coated my lips then made my way to Ms. Hanson’s office. Her secretary waved me through and I sat in the chair in front of her desk. Ms. Hanson was finishing a phone call, so I placed my hands in my lap and waited. When she put the phone down I got the biggest smile from her. “I hear from my spies that a certain young female went visiting this morning. The whole place is alive with talk, a CEO actually talked with them, listened to them and called them by name. This same scenario was mentioned to me many times this morning, everywhere I visited.”

I asked her if she had that many spies at the company. She giggled, no but when something so earth shattering occurs, believe me everybody involved wants to chime in. Our lawyers have notified us that seven of the cases against us have been put on hold, their lawyers stating that the employee wanted to wait and see what happens in the next few months. Another couple of cases have asked for extensions, but no reason given.

All of this is due to your actions, which myself and the board are thrilled about. You no longer need to inform me of what you are going to do, I heartily endorse any action or thought that pops into your head. Now do you need anything from us?

I sheepishly asked what my pay would be, I know wrong time, but Suzi is still giggling away every time she asks what my salary will be. Ms. Hanson looks at me real hard, then asks me what I want for a salary. Oh shit, now I have to come up with something, why couldn’t she just tell me a salary and I would be happy. I hemmed and hawed a little, then she giggles and makes some notes on a paper in front of her. After writing several things on it she slid it over in front of me, as it came into view my eyes went wide.

The first item was they would pay for all of my beauty services and a complete wardrobe of my choice. It would not come from the company funds but from the board members personal accounts. The second item on the list was a salary of eighty thousand dollars a year plus a bonus of ten percent of any profits paid quarterly. She added that the old CEO had received more, but they would make it up to me as soon as things turned around. The third item was total coverage in their healthcare package and a donation to a retirement fund for me, accessible after five years with the company.

I was surprised, much more than I expected on any of the items. I tried to say they were too much, the company’s financial condition more important than such an exorbitant salary. She said live with it, there will be no changes.

Before I left I asked her if I could approach the EEOC and talk with them about their investigation and the different violations that the former employees had committed. She became pensive and stared at me, then deciding said sure, giving me the name of the lead investigator in the case. I smiled and asked to be excused, since I had lots of work to do. As I was leaving her office I heard a few giggles that escaped her mouth.

Back to my office and asked Dora to hand me a copy of all the known complaints about discrimination. She opened her top right hand drawer and pulled out a large file, handed it to me and giggled. I went in and sat down and went over every alleged case thoroughly. In most cases I had already handled the problem, the last four or five I would make a point to handle today.

I called the lady that was the lead in our EEOC case and asked if I could arrange a meeting with her. She agreed, but flatly told me that the investigation would continue no matter what I said. I acknowledged that but I wanted her fully informed on what had transpired and the actions I have taken to correct those matters. We agreed on tomorrow morning at nine in my office, since she wanted to do a few interviews of those not present at the initial inquiry.

As I opened the door to call Dora, the first lady that I wanted to talk to was standing waiting for me. I looked at Dora, she just smiled. I made it through all of the ladies that I had not met with and talked to. All seemed happy with my response and the additional duties I had assigned to them. All in my opinion would be promoted, but I didn’t want to wholesale make changes to all of the male executives, fearing the same type of discrimination suits just from the male perspective.

I was very early the next day, but could not escape the apartment without taking care of Suzi first. She told me I was making progress, but I did need a lot more practice, practice she would make sure I received. I had lots of thoughts invade my mind on the Uber ride to the office, for one thing I needed to get my ID straightened out. When I arrived the lady from the EEOC was waiting for me, an hour earlier than we agreed. I found out from Dora she had already interviewed a couple of employees by phone, from the group that started earlier due to the time difference back east.

We set in my office at a table over by the window and I spread out all my files, then went through each one stating who had instigated the discrimination and what had been done to correct it. As we were nearing the end of my list she asked if I could get a couple of the employees named in the actions up to my office. I did offer her the choice of who she wanted to talk to. I agreed and soon there were four of us sitting around the table. Madge the EEOC lady asked them particulars, and if what I said had indeed been carried out. I knew one of the employees that had been called in had been the first one to complain, so I doubted she would back me up. Surprise, surprise she told the lady that she was stopping the lawsuit for damages, and withdrawing her complaint. Madge asked if she had been paid off or some action promised that made her change her mind. Wanda just smiled, no Jules is the reason I am changing my mind, she has one hundred percent employee support, most of us just wanting to stay around and share in the success that we are sure will follow.

As Madge left, she shared what she thought will happen. The inquiry will find the company guilty of discrimination, but instead of fines and judgments a one year probation will be issued as long as you are still CEO. Then after the year if this trend continues we will lift all verbal sanctions and remove the complaints from your files. I gave her a hug and she walked out, a large smile on her face. It was not as big as the one on my face though, I had addressed the problem and managed to get an amicable resolution to the problem. There for a while I was sweating bullets, but somehow I managed to pull it together.

It was a few minutes before five when the entire board entered my office, large smiles plastered on their faces. I was hugged by all, the male members included. Their contact at the EEOC had passed down the verdict, already passed by the full commission. Exactly like Madge had said, I was happy they were pleased, but another matter was occupying my thoughts. Suzi and her time restraints. The other members of the board left, Ms. Hanson the last to remain.

She looked at me, then Dora piped up. She has to be home before six or she will be in trouble with her girlfriend, a girlfriend that means business. Ms. Hanson smiled and asked for her number. I gave her my cell phone with the number on the screen. She made the call, then stepped to the outer office so I could not hear what was said. When she handed me my phone back she said I had a one hour extension and Suzi will pick me up at the front door. Dora handed me a few messages, then told me to get a move on, you have twenty minutes to make the front door. I suggest you make the deadline, Suzi is not one to be messed with especially tonight.

As I teetered on my heels to the front, I was pleased at what I had accomplished today. Then I saw Suzi waiting for me, a big smile appearing on my face. The smoldering kiss that awaited me, was to die for. I was literally dragged to her car and helped into the passenger seat. She did stop to get something to take home and eat, bitching the twenty minutes that it took them to fill the order. We ate on the couch, snuggled close to each other, with some snogging mixed in among the food. I managed to break loose to get the trash to the kitchen, with the few leftovers placed in the refrigerator.

Back to my love, twisting and turning my body till I was as close to her body as possible. I laid my head on her breasts and was soon asleep. I know how romantic, can’t even stay awake long enough to please my love. That is where I found myself in the morning, Suzi pinching my nipples to get me awake. We both took off for the bathroom, Suzi to use the facilities and me to get a shower before work.

Suitably dressed Suzi dropped me off, to start another day in corporate America. Several minor things to handle today, then this weekend the salon to make my changes more long term. I can’t say I am dreading the changes, every day this female life seems right for me, my time as a male the part that was wrong. Ever since I stepped up to management as a female things have smoothed out, like it was supposed to be the path I followed in life. Now that I am on the path I see no reason to vary, a good job, a lesbian lover, and the life of a pretty female, what more could a female want, that female me.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Lesley; A Conspiracy Of The Highest Order

 Lesley; A Conspiracy Of The Highest Order

As soon as I entered my office, my secretary told me that the owner of the company wanted to see me as soon as possible. While not an everyday occurrence it does happen a few times a month. I gathered a few things that I might get questioned on and made my way to her office. Her office was located in an adjacent building, part of her holdings, but separate from the company that I was COO of. I have been in that position for three years now, just now getting a handle on some of the things I inherited.

Since her door was open I walked in and was getting ready to sit in the chair in front of her desk. She told me to remain standing, she had something she needed to read to me. I stood there, slightly alarmed, this is not like her.

Ms. Parker

As per your request we have investigated the funds that have been tampered with and come to these findings. The funds have been moved offshore to a foreign bank account, kept there for three months gaining interest, then redeposited in the company accounts minus the accrued interest. The funds were re-deposited before the end of the quarter so they showed up on the quarterly profit and loss sheets. The lack of interest for the company has been hid somewhat by the losses the company has suffered over the years. Now becoming a little more apparent since the losses have been almost eliminated.

The offshore account is under the name of L. Walker, the statements we managed to obtain copies of show the deposits and withdrawals that correspond with the dates of the missing companies funds. There is a connection to the name of the account holder and the one who monitors those funds in our company. I leave the resolution of this situation in you hands.

M. Benson Head of Safe and Secure Security

No matter what she said I sat down hard in the chair. L Walker is me, and I missed catching this myself. I had no offshore accounts, and if I did I would not move any funds there to gain interest in the position I am in. That would be utterly stupid. Susie smiled at me as she saw my mind working through this revelation.

“So unless you can replace all of the interest that you have siphoned off, I suggest that you work for free until the funds have been replaced. Or we can go the other route and I can call the police and have you arrested for embezzlement. Your choice. If you choose to work it off I can’t have you in your present position, that would be kind of stupid on my part. So we will have to find somewhere else for you. It will probably have to be under a new identity unless you want to explain to the employees why you are no longer COO and dressing differently.”

“So you think I am guilty of this, it seems so from what you have said? I would never do anything like this, I can’t believe you don’t believe me.”

“I am just stating the obvious, the account is in your name, there is considerable funds in it, and the last quarters money from the company was traced directly from that account as it was re-deposited in the company account. From what we have found out your name is the only name on the account, the signature on that account is yours or a very good facsimile thereof. What else would I think?”

“Now do you have the funds to reimburse the company for the lost interest? If the account is yours all you have to do is transfer the interest out and back to the company. If for some obscure reason you can’t access that account then you need to write the company a check for the lost interest or work it off here as we discussed earlier. I do need a decision from you, as I have to make this good one way or another. We have a shareholder’s meeting coming up next week and I need everything to appear normal for that meeting.”

I looked at the summary sheet she had laid before me, the lost interest was listed at $185,000.89. There was no way I had that kind of money. I tried to get her to see reason, but she just pointed to the facts laid before me and said nothing. I guess it was down to who was bluffing, would she indeed call the police and have me arrested. I knew she was shrewd, but I doubted she was vindictive. But there was enough of a doubt for me not to take a chance. I swallowed hard, told her I would work it off till this got straightened out, but I was not guilty of any of this and had no access to any offshore account.

Then I got the next shock, I would be working in a secretary position in my own office, my current assistant being promoted to my present position temporarily. Suzie told me she had contacted my wife and filled her in on my escapade and told her of my new position within the company. She would handle my transformation to the female gender, and see that I am appropriately dressed for work on Monday. I was assured after my treatments I would not be recognized as my former male persona. Not even your assistant would realize you are Les disguised as a female.

Another shock soon followed as she told me I would be getting four hundred fifty dollars a week before deductions, she had boosted my pay from the rate normally given a starting secretary. I didn’t even want to think of how long it would take to pay the interest back, this situation only getting worse by the minute. When things are not going your way, there is always hope that some miracle will occur to save you, but any good karma was non-existent since in walked my wife. I was taken a hold of and dragged out of her office, my attempt to say something, stopped immediately. The slap across my face brought me to tears, it was not that hard, but mentally it was devastating. Dawn didn’t believe me, already had me convicted and was passing out sentence.

I was taken to my old office and told to remove any personal items. My assistant was in the next room and most likely aware of what was happening. No words were exchanged and as soon as I had my few things we left. Since my car was a company car the keys were left on my desk and Dawn led me to her car.

She drove off, heading away from our home. I gave her a puzzling look, but her scowl directed at me ended that quickly. We parked near a salon and she turned in her seat to address me. You will enter on your own accord, ask for Kay and she will see to your transformation. After you are in the right gender for your job as a secretary, a wardrobe will be picked out for you, approximately two weeks worth. They will then call me and I will come and pick you up. Suzie has graciously picked up the expenses here today, a fact that you need to thank her for come Monday.

I need your wallet and keys to the house, neither of which you will need in the future. I will be taking you to work and picking you up afterward for the duration. You will have twice a week appointments here at the salon to keep your appearance appropriate. Other than the salon, work is the only other place you will be out in public. The rest of the time will be spent at home, where you will assist me in taking care of the house and making meals. I removed my keys and wallet and handed them to her and opened my car door.

Now get in there, or I will drag you in there by the ear. I still can’t believe you tried something like this. I am very disappointed in you, you are not the person I married and fell in love with. I can’t believe you don’t just transfer the interest money back to the company, surely that would be preferable to working it off. Do you have any idea how long it will take you to pay it back at the salary you will be making, then to have to pay for your new clothes and salon appointments on top of everything else? I do wonder about your intelligence, this is one of the dumbest things you have ever done.

I was so confused but got out of the car and walked into the salon. I don’t think I could be any more depressed than I was, my whole world coming apart right in front of me. The receptionist had to ask me three times my name, finally I muttered Les, as she found the name Lesley and my technician was Kay. I was taken to the back, undressed and my male clothes left with her. I just stood there, not knowing what to think or what to do. Kay soon entered and explained what she will be doing on my behalf. I thought of refusing all of the things she talked about, but for some reason that thought never saw the light of day. The fact that I was naked in a beauty salon, with no way home, or any funds to change any of this did enter my mind, if only briefly.

I gave out a huge sigh, but succumbed to my apparent fate. Quickly with an application of a cream over my body what little body hair I had was now gone. It is apparently permanent, I will never have to worry about body hair again. That revelation not exactly what I wanted to hear. After the body hair was wiped off, a soothing cream was rubbed all over my skin, making it softer and smelling like a field of fragrant flowers.

Then right to the crux of the situation, my lack of breasts and a vagina. Laid on a table and strapped down my legs were spread wide apart and my penis was glued to the bottom of my groin. Then a very realistic vagina just like my wife’s was glued on top hiding any semblance of a male body laying there. Just like that I was no longer a male, that single action devastating my thoughts.

Two good sized cups were glued to my chest directly above my nipples, then hoses were attached and a pump turned on sucking any loose tissue into the cups. A fatty substance was added to each cup and quickly absorbed into the skin. I just laid back, closing my eyes hoping all of this was somehow just a bad dream.

I felt my fingernails being worked on, but refused to open my eyes. Whatever I saw would just add to the worst day of my life. I doubt I could handle much more. I just laid there letting her work on me, oblivious to what exactly she was doing to me. I know my eyebrows, ears and my face were some of her targets, but I realized I would be leaving the salon as a female, probably a fairly good looking one by the amount of time she was spending on me. Under a dryer for quite a while my hair probably in curlers since it felt like my hair was wrapped tightly around something.

My face getting makeup was her next step, I could feel each cosmetic as it was applied, knowing that a little more of my masculinity was slipping away one bit at a time. That is if there was any left to slip away.

I smelled like a female, I could taste my lipstick on my lips and feel the curls bouncing around my face and shoulders. The earrings that were swaying against my neck and the necklace laying against my chest were also now quite evident to my senses.

After way too many hours of relentless pumping the machine shut down and the hoses were unhooked from the cups. As she was unhooking me I could feel her hand brush against my new breast sending shock waves all through my body. Oh gawd how am I going to be able to handle all of this. I was stood up and then handed some lingerie to put on. Panties first and a matching bra which she had to help me put on. They felt good on my body, the panties caressing my now flat front and the cups of the bra supporting my now sizable breasts. A sweater dress was slid over my body, something simple for my first female clothing.

Before I could take this all in Dawn was standing before me. I was ashamed at her seeing me this way, my head drooped with my arms behind me. Her husband now more feminine than her. She put a finger under my chin and lifted till I was looking in her eyes. Then leaned in and kissed me, holding my head in her hands so that I couldn’t evade the kiss. Then just as quickly as I was kissed I was removed from the salon, to their clothing store next door. I didn’t want to be seen as a female so I had the brakes on trying to keep from it happening. Dawn had other ideas, and what she wanted was what she got.

She picked my clothes for the next few weeks, while I had to try them all on for proper fit. I noticed she was picking only skirts and dresses, all in quite feminine colors and fabrics. I guess her way of punishing me for my supposed actions.

I was still trying to get my head around being accused of this crime, but nothing made sense. I supposedly had an offshore account in my name but I couldn’t access the funds in it. Then being forced to pay back the lost interest, either out of my funds or to work it off at some ridiculous secretary’s salary. Nobody was interested in my explanation, only in my agreement to work as a secretary to pay back the interest. Unfortunately my mind never did make any other conclusions as the mini-skirt was slipped up my legs and zipped up. I immediately tried to pull it down some to cover some of the vast areas of my legs that were left exposed. The blouse that was slipped on was just about as bad, a see through lace material that only muted the outline of my bra and breasts.

I looked at her with panic in my eyes, surely you don’t expect me to go to work dressed like this. A huge smile appeared on her face and she added two more mini-skirts and lacy blouses to my pile of clothing. My original sweater dress also made it to my stash of clothing along with two others in a similar style.

Panties, bras, slips and silk hose were added to the pile before I was helped in finding the appropriate shoes for my outfits. Thirteen pair of heels in assorted colors were added to the collection of clothing. I winced at the number of shoes, thirteen never a lucky number for me, but realized it fit nicely into the worst day of my life.

With a rack full of feminine clothes picked out, Dawn seemed happy with the choices and we checked out. Then on top of everything else she paid for my clothes with my credit card. I was taken home and made to pack up all of male clothes in boxes to be given away on Monday. Then I had to hang all of my new clothes in the closet, after putting all of my lingerie in the recently emptied dresser. I tried several times to reason with her, her raising of her hand as if to slap me instantly made me shut my mouth.

She had me vacuum the living room as she fixed us some dinner, I let out a moan as I was allowed to sit for the first time in hours at the kitchen table. My feet from wearing the heels were so happy, Dawn did giggle at my antics, but that was the only break in her stern exterior.

We ate in silence, with me not knowing what to say and Dawn absorbed in her own thinking. I had to do the dishes and clean the kitchen since Dawn did the cooking. I was shown how to do laundry for the future, having to change the clothes to the dryer and fold and put them away after they dried. All of the clothing was Dawn’s lingerie by the way. I realized as I was folding them to put in her drawer that I will be doing mine soon too. I was shown my nighttime beauty regime, something to be done every night no excuses allowed. I was given a nightie to wear, now completing my switch over to the female gender.

One day a COO and the next a company secretary and housewife, what a trip it has been. She laid next to me on the bed, pulling me tight against her, but that was the extent of any intimacy. I had to get up several times to go to the bathroom, having to wake her and beg to be let go. Once done and back in bed I was engulfed in her arms again even tighter and held close to her body. Needless to say I didn’t sleep much, realizing that I was severally frustrated, and unlikely to see an end to the frustration anytime soon.

I managed to slip out of her arms the next morning and take a shower. Once my nightie was off I was harshly reminded of my new status in life. I washed everywhere but tried to not touch my nipples and my vagina. It just seemed wrong to have them on my body, my breasts jutting out obscenely and a slit where there was once a penis. It did not escape my thinking that I will now be sought after, now possessing what most males eagerly seek. After I exited the shower I stood with the towel wrapped around my breasts and cried. Why me, I had no desire to deal with the male of the species, trying to do my job and protect myself from their advances.

Dawn swatting my butt hard stopped my introspection, telling me to hurry and get dressed so she could get me to work. She had to help me with the bra and then show me how to get stockings up my leg without putting runs in them. Then the high heels followed by a mini-skirt and blouse combination with a matching blazer to finish off the outfit. The blouse white, the skirt and blazer a shade of pink. She told me to leave the hair and makeup, she was dropping me off at the salon and they would see to those items. You need to pay attention they will do this three times then it will be your task everyday after that. From the salon you can take the bus, a fifteen minute ride to work.

It seems to get worse every minute, now having to ride the bus dressed this way. Before I could start crying I was yanked out of the house and into her car. At the door to the house she asked where my purse was, with me having to go back to the bedroom to gather it up. I opened it in the car, finding a lipstick, some tissues and something thicker wrapped in paper. There was a small change purse with some coin in it for the bus trip and a five dollar bill for lunch. I was told she would pick me up promptly at five fifteen, if I was not there I could figure how to get home by myself.

In the heels it was all I could do to walk to the car, then later stumble into the salon. I felt like I was on stilts, the skirt not helping any as I felt I was nearly naked below my waist. I was taken right away, in less than fifteen minutes my makeup was done and my hair brushed back into the style they had created yesterday. I barely made the bus, the driver seeing me running after it and stopped. I dropped my fare in the receptacle and found a seat near the front.

The bus ride was short thankfully, then I had to walk the remaining two blocks to work. I entered the business then headed to my former office. The desk out front had a Lesley name plate on it, making it official. I let out a sigh, then set down behind the desk putting my purse in a drawer and signing on to the computer. I read the new company emails, the one about my departure and my assistant now a temporary replacement the hardest to digest. Ms. Parker came by to make sure I showed up, handing me a few things to do and then telling me that Jason my boss would not be in for a few days, while he attended a company training session out of town. If I had any problem I was to call her and she would see that I received the necessary help.

I started on my work, trying to keep busy and not think of the situation I was now faced with. I knew if I had time to think of everything that had happened I would ended up breaking down in uncontrollable sobbing. The work was easy, a lot of the things I had done before I was promoted, just taking a few moments to remember how I had done it in the past. I did notice a few emails for Jason that raised some questions, making a copy of them and sliding them into one of the drawers of my desk for later perusal.

I did make it to lunch time, deciding on not going out to lunch just visiting the break room getting a soft drink and some peanuts to munch on. I did visit the ladies room, a now twenty minute task that I used to handle in a few minutes. Getting the few clothes I had out of the way so I could go was the first hurdle, then sitting to pee and the subsequent wiping needed to be able to put my clothes back the way they were the second. Thinking of having to do this for the foreseeable future was so depressing.

I returned to my desk and started on the afternoon tasks with a huge sigh. At three thirty those were completed and I had a few moments for myself. I researched a few things on the internet, things that had seemed suspicious on the few emails I had made copies of. They didn’t answer any of my queries but did hint of other nefarious things that shouldn’t have been present in any inter office communication.

A last minute request of one of the executives delayed any more research for a while. I was finished with it a few minutes before five and suddenly remembered that I had to be outside and waiting for Dawn or I would be left here on my own. I barely made it, having to run in my heels as Dawn started to pull away from the curb. She did stop, that evil smile on her face once again. I was panting from the physical exertion, it taking more that several minutes to get my breathing under control.

Once home I was tasked with getting dinner fixed, I wanted to change out of my work clothes, but Dawn just handed me an apron and pointed to the kitchen. I checked the refrigerator looking for what I could put together for dinner. There was hamburger meat, so I decided on meatloaf for dinner. I made us each a salad, mixing in a variety of fresh vegetables into said salad. I cleaned up the kitchen some while the meatloaf was cooking, trying to make cleaning up after dinner easier for me. I even washed the few dishes from breakfast and our morning coffee cups.

Dawn seemed to like my impromptu meal taking several helpings of my offerings. I smiled if she keeps this up I will have a more feminine figure than her. I meanwhile only picked and nibbled, the salad was tasty but decided on only one piece of meatloaf. It was like my body was already adapting to its new configuration.

Since I finished a little earlier, I found a soft spot on the living room sofa and parked my touche there. I was tempted to slip off my heels, but was afraid that would not sit well with Dawn, so I forced myself to be content with just being off my feet. I closed my eyes thinking of the last two days and all the things I have experienced. From the shock of being accused of stealing money from the company to all of the new additions to my body and the subsequent feelings that went along with them. For better or worse I decided that my situation was not that bad, if I could just figure out why it was me that was singled out to experience the fall out from my supposed actions.

Dawn came in later, set next to me and started getting romantic with me. I reminded her that I no longer had use of my male organ, so sex of any kind was definitely not on the menu. Her smile got larger, as she reached through the front of my blouse and massaged my breasts, specifically my nipples. It didn’t take long before I was moaning and trying to twist out of her embrace. Then in a sudden move she pinned me to the back of the sofa and kissed me passionately on the lips. I don’t remember a kiss like that between us in the past, when she squeezed my nipple again as her tongue probed my mouth I lost it, coming just from stimulation of my new breasts. She smiled and pulled me from the sofa, leading me to our bedroom. I followed along not knowing what was going on. It was all wonderful and so erotic and not really possible. At least, that was what my mind was trying to convince itself of.

I ended up taking a shower a little after two A.M. then collapsing on the bed. The only reason I managed to get to sleep was that Dawn was taking her shower. I felt her slide in next to me, and pulling me tightly into her arms. After that I remembered nothing.

The next morning was ridiculous as we both had to get dressed and ready to leave in less than twenty minutes. If it was not for the salon appointment I would have been very late for work. Ms. Parker checked in on me again, then handed me a list of things I needed to perform for her today. It was quite a list. Everything from getting her lunch to typing up several reports for the shareholder’s meeting. I did finish right before five, then had to rush to get to the lobby for my ride. This time Dawn was waiting for me, even though it was nearing five thirty when I left the lobby. The smirk was there though, I wondered what she really thought of my supposed actions, maybe she is just using things to get her way.

I managed a repeat of yesterday for dinner as their was some meat loaf left, with some beef gravy and fried onions a tasty meal, at least Dawn thought so as she took three helpings. After we had finished our meals I decided to ask her what this was all about. There are too many assumptions that do not make any sense, and my fate seemed planned way too well for something spur of the moment. I laid out all of my suspicions, then stared at her. Her eyes looked down, not wanting to keep eye contact with me. Now I knew there is more to this than just what has happened so far. I kept up the relentless stare trying to bore holes in her, as she wiggled and squirmed next to me.

She finally whispered that she could not tell me anything now, I will have to wait for awhile. I started to ask why, but she just placed her finger on my lips and smiled. I tried three times to phrase the question differently trying to get any response from her. Each time I was shushed before I got all of my words out and told to be patient with her. All in good time was her final reply to my puzzled expression.

To take my mind off of things she leaned and gave me another toe curling kiss, I could feel my thoughts melt away, bliss and yearning for more now the only activity up above. From kissing to the bedroom again, this time it was early morning before I could gather any coherent thoughts, only to be pushed out of bed having to get ready for work. I managed to avoid the salon this morning, my efforts to style my hair and do my makeup passed inspection. I can’t say I missed the bus ride, dressed as I was left me very uncomfortable among the other bus riders, especially the males. I felt like I was being ogled constantly, something I was not used to and hopefully I would never be comfortable with.

Dawn dropped me off in front of our offices and I made my way to my office. Put up my purse after repairing my makeup and signed in to the computer. Checked all of the emails for the office including ones for Jason making copies of each and filed the duplicates. Keeping a copy of all of his emails seemed the right thing to do after the two suspicious emails the first day. Each day after catching up on my work I researched a little more about his contacts and activities. There was just something that didn’t feel right about all of this. Suzy kept me busy, things she needed or some correspondence for one of the other executives. Luckily for me I didn’t have to interact with the other executives, all of that done through Suzy.

I had made some progress in my investigation of things associated with Jason, but still no absolute proof of his involvement in all of this. Unfortunately, he will be back next week and I will have to deal with him too along with my other duties. Another of the suspicious emails arrived the next day, now I was sure he has something to do with me being framed for the embezzlement. Proof still eluded me, but I was not going to let up on this.

One day at lunch I decided to skip getting something to eat and spend the time going through Jason’s desk and filing cabinet. If asked I will just say that I needed some figures, supposedly here in his desk. I did find a slip of paper tucked inside of an envelope at the back of a drawer, behind a lot of correspondence. Since I had been going through his desk piece by piece I stumbled on it. Anybody else looking through would just see an empty envelope. I made a copy of the things written on it, then replaced everything just as I had found it.

If it was the information on the offshore account and the passwords necessary to access it, Jason is a lot dumber than I thought. Even hid like it was to keep it at work and in his desk shows quite a lack of intelligence. I was definitely smiling later that day when Dawn showed up to pick me up.

I kept quiet, not revealing anything that I had found. Dawn’s fascination with me continued after dinner, my nipples sore and swollen from her playing with them. I am sure the lack of sleep is not helping matters any, quite often I would almost nod off at work, while I am sitting at my desk.

The next day I followed through on my information transferring all of the money in his offshore account to a new one set up specifically for that purpose. Since he will be back tomorrow, his reaction should be interesting. I had a spring to my step as I headed out of the office for my ride home. Even grabbed a hold of Dawn in the car and laid a wet passionate kiss on her lips. Maybe my ordeal will soon be over, then I can return to the male me. On the ride home that thought was being mulled over by my mind, the way my breasts were created leaving a considerable amount of doubt as to if that was even possible. Then there was the notion did I want to revert to my male persona, Lesley quire comfortable in her new gender, maybe staying a female might be better.

I pushed Dawn to take me in early, wanting to be there to see Jason’s reaction. When he first came in I was scrutinized carefully, a smirk showing on his face at my appearance and position as his secretary. He went to his office closing his door as he entered. I heard a gasp and he left the office in a hurry, his face twisted in anger. I had no idea where he went, he was in such a hurry and obviously in quite a bit of distress.

I put the next part of my plan into action sending an email to him telling him the funds have been returned to the company, and his involvement made known to the authorities. To keep from being arrested it was suggested that he confess his involvement asking for some forgiveness, telling everybody he was just testing security measures with regards to the funds.

There happened to be a police officer in the building on another matter, so when Jason reappeared he panicked and headed to his office almost in a run. He accessed his emails again, sending off two right away. I had set up his email to send me a copy on anything he sent. I looked at the emails smiling, he was about to have a meltdown, questioning the bank of his offshore account about their procedures and where the funds disappeared to. They responded a few minutes later telling him the funds were transferred back to the states to an unnamed account. The person doing this had the account number and all of the correct passwords, so they put through the transfer.

He holed up in his office for quite some time, apparently deciding whether he should run or confess. A quite submissive Jason left his office telling me he was going to see the CEO. I patiently waited for the shit to hit the fan, he might confess but the money was still missing. A little later I saw him being taken to the police station for more questioning, a bigger smile could not have graced my face.

It was after quitting time, but I hung around, waiting to be summoned by Ms. Parker. I had moved the funds back into the original account, making sure every last penny had been accounted for. Dawn came in to the offices when I was not outside for my ride, checked on me then wandered off. I think she got a text from Ms. Parker since her phone made that noise when an incoming message arrived. Now things are getting interesting.

I patiently waited, it was thirty minutes later when Ms. Parker and Dawn approached my desk. I smiled and asked what I could do for them. My smile gave it away, I presume, both of them wanting to know if I had anything to do with Jason confessing. Another smile and a giggle, who me. Dawn promising to see to me as soon as she could get me home, Ms. Parker wanting to know where the money was. I calmly asked her if she had checked the account it was missing from. She went to my computer typed in the account number and password and lo and behold the money was there, every last penny of it.

It became obvious that Dawn and Ms. Parker had come up with this scenario so that I would do the investigating of what actually happened on the side, while Jason thought he had pulled off the perfect deception. Of course there was some side benefits for Dawn, a new play toy to occupy her time and someone to help with the housework and cooking. With a huge smile on my face I gathered up my purse and asked Dawn if she was going to take me home.

The two ladies hugged each other, then Dawn grabbed my wrist and yanked me out of my office, now apparently in a hurry to get me home and seen to. I smiled, a whole night of being loved and cared for, what more could a female want out of life.

I planned to not come into work tomorrow, after I rested up I deserved some salon time, made to look beautiful and pampered my first priority. Then to decide if I will come back to work as Les in my old job or stay as a secretary, right now the secretary position was looking quite good. Less stress, and lots of time to keep my lipstick freshened and my nails touched up. Since the conspiracy has been cleared up I doubt I would have much to do. Then home to a loving spouse, it can’t get much better. A perfect scenario in my opinion, a welcome benefit of the conspiracy that started all of this.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Margie; Second Hand Princess

Margie; Second Hand Princess

I had just recently moved to Scottsdale, Arizona as a result of my mother’s death. My only living relative was going to allow me to stay with her for a couple of years, since there was no one else. Up to recently my Mom and I were living just outside of Amarillo, Texas on a small farm that my Dad used to operate. He got killed several years ago when his tractor overturned as he drove it along a small stream next to one of his fields. He was caught under one of the wheels when it rolled over and he was squashed.

Mom didn’t know anything about farming so she leased out the land to a neighboring farmer. Her claim to fame was running a bar near downtown. She watched over things, bar tended when necessary, and generally saw to the operation of the place. She had started with the owner when she left high school, and had worked her way up to the manager’s job.

Three weeks ago, two men tried to rob the bar, holding one of the waitress’s hostage as they emptied the register. They found very little money, which pissed them off. They threw one of the waitresses against the bar hard, her screaming just further aggravating them. Mom rushed to help the waitress, and was shot in the chest. She comforted the waitress, even though she, herself, was bleeding. The sirens were close and the two would be robbers ran out the front door. When the police and ambulance arrived they went right to Mom, she insisted they help Sonia first, then and only then would she allow them to help her.

It was touch and go for almost a week before Mom lost the battle. I was at the hospital as much as they would allow, staying at a neighbor’s house in between. When Mom died I was in her room, holding her hand as tight as I could. I don’t know how long I was there, I knew when they removed her from the room, but I had no place to go and nobody left. I remember someone helping me into bed, then exhaustion. Sometime later a female came into the room, and grabbed my hand. She looked familiar, but in my current condition, I couldn’t put a name to her face.

“I am Peggy, your mother’s sister and I have come to take care of you.” Everything I had been holding back for days all came rushing out, the tears and sobbing soaking my shirt. She held me, comforting me as much as she could. Finally she laid me back on the bed, laid beside me and ran her fingers through my hair. I sobbed some more, that simple act is what Mom often did for me, when I was distressed or worried. I apparently fell asleep, for I remember nothing else until the next morning.

That morning Peggy took me home. As I moped around the house she took care of the funeral arrangements, then went through the house with me to see what I might want, also what might be of use to her. I really didn’t want to move, but there were too many memories here. The funeral was small, the way Mom wanted it, only a few friends and some of the people where she worked. We received word from the gal that Mom had saved that she was going to fully recover, something Mom would have been thrilled about.

Peggy arranged with the school for me to take my finals early, since she had to get back to her business, and couldn’t wait the three weeks that were left of school. I passed all of them easily and we began packing everything up. Since Peggy owned and operated a thrift type store, everything made the trip. Some things were marked for her house, the other items for the store.

The moving van gathered everything up, and we handed over the keys to a local real estate office that would rent the place out and see to any maintenance problems if necessary. Our flight out to Phoenix, the nearest city with an airport, left later that day, arriving around seven P.M. local time. Peggy’s car was still in long term parking, so after a short shuttle ride we were heading to her house.

I was certainly surprised when we pulled up in front a gorgeous ranch house that looked bigger than three of our older house. It was situated on a couple of acres of land on the far northern edge of Scottsdale. Although the acreage around her house was planted in native plants, I could see no cactus or other desert looking items in her landscape. It was natural looking, the architecture of the house blending in with the adjacent scenery. The sun was setting on the western horizon, the reds and oranges of an Arizona sunset quite spectacular.

She showed me my room, told me I could fix it up anyway I wanted, since the room was currently obviously for a female, the curtains and the light apple green color a dead giveaway. I placed my bag in the closet and asked if I could walk around a little outside. She flicked on some lights, the outdoors lighting up quickly. Nothing harsh and bright, all subdued lighting, although enough to see where you were going. The shadows and illuminated shrubbery made for a pleasant sight, the last colors of the sunset fading away gently in the western sky.

I followed a trail heading to a small Gazebo that looked inviting. It was pretty here, but all new, me missing my Mom the hardest to take. I set in the gazebo for several hours watching the stars twinkling in the night sky and the shooting stars streaking across the night sky. Peggy walked up to the gazebo and asked if she could sit with me. I moved over and she sat next to me. Nothing was said for a while, just two people looking at the stars.

“Are you going to be alright? I know losing you Mom has hurt you, but she wouldn’t wanting you moping around. Life is too short for that. Why don’t you come inside with me, we can have some hot chocolate and then turn in. Tomorrow is another day and we will face it together, just you and me.”

We walked hand in hand to the house, the hot chocolate she made was very good, making things seem a little better. We both found our bedrooms, in mine I was soon asleep, never even remembering where I was spending the night. The next morning, however, I did realize where I was, a huge sigh escaped, thinking of what I would never get a chance to experience again, my mother’s love. I did the bathroom thing, then wandered to the kitchen.

Peggy was making breakfast, fresh squeezed orange juice and sausage biscuits. I was hungry, quickly finishing off the plate of them. Peggy smiled. “At least, you still have your appetite.” She suggested that I accompany her to the store, something for me to do, to keep my mind off the obvious. I dressed in some jeans and a hoodie, then waited until she was ready. Her store was quite a few miles away, in the nearby town of Tempe, home of Arizona State University. The university one of the largest in Arizona, home of sixty thousand plus students. A lot of her customers were college kids, buying secondhand items to help make Daddy’s money last for the four years of college.

As she opened up the store I looked around to see what all she had in the store. The store was much bigger than the small storefront implied. It ran back almost three hundred feet from the front door. There were numerous skylights making the store look bright and cheery. After a brief glance around, I concluded that you could find almost anything you wanted here.

Her racks of clothes were most impressive, everything from evening gowns to bathing suits. A lot of the clothes looked brand new, most likely bought, then for some reason never worn, when the pile got big enough donate them to the thrift store to be rid of them. I even saw a few of them with the original sales tag still on the item.

I found myself looking through some of the skirts, taking each one and evaluating it against some unknown standards. I didn’t hear Peggy come up behind me, so I was surprised when she asked if I found anything that I just had to have.

I blushed bright red, wondering how I was going to explain looking at the skirts. I have never seen a male look at skirts in a store unless his wife is very near. I had been looking at the rack of skirts for quite some time, even separating out a few that looked good to me. Peggy looked through what I had separated from the rest, then pulled them off the rack and handed them to me. The changing room is through the curtains, use the one toward the back, that one is reserved for us. Let me know if you need help with a zipper or buttons. I looked at her with my mouth open, she just pushed me toward the back and returned to what she was doing.

I walked along slowly trying to think what to do. I should turn around and return them to the rack, I am not even sure why I picked them out. By the time I had finished that thought I was at the door to the changing room. Oh well, the damage has already been done, might as well try them on. I slipped off my jeans and shoes trying on the first skirt. Surprisingly, I had selected ones that looked like they would fit me, heck I didn’t even know what female size I would take. It was a pencil skirt, tan in color and reaching about half way down my thigh. It fit snug, but was quite comfortable.

Suddenly the door opened and Peggy took a look at me, I was trying to turn away from her. Not sure what that might accomplish, since she had already seen me in the skirt. She placed her arms on my shoulders and turned me back around. I looked down at the floor, my eyes trying to avoid her stare. She lifted my chin up and smiled. “It looks good on you, and I have the perfect pair of brown patent leather heels to match it. You wear a size eight don’t you?”

I couldn’t believe her reaction, but my mind had already freaked out and I started sobbing. She held me closely, not saying anything, just holding me and comforting me. “Everything will be alright, the skirt looks good on you, but the longer I hold you the longer you have to wait for the cute heels that I have to go with it.” I tried to stop crying, taking short breaths and rubbing my eyes. I finally managed to stop and she left me for a minute, returning with a cute pair of heels, just as she had described.

I slipped them on, the four inch heel height taking a few minutes to get accustomed to. Then the red color of my cheeks came back into play. I had tried on the heels without even thinking, now dressed in the skirt and heels, not a normal look for a young male. I should get out of them quickly, but instead turned to look in the mirror again to see how I looked. I had never tried on female’s clothes in the past, I was not sure why I did it today.

I am approaching my eighteenth birthday, old enough to know better, but the happenings of the last week had affected me more than I could stand. I would never be able to share things with my Mom again, that camaraderie gone forever. Peggy is alright, she seems to care about me, has bent over backwards to welcome me into her home and life. That helps a lot, but the big bottomless pit is still there, probably never to be filled again.

I was still in the changing room, still in the heels and skirt. I am not sure why, I liked the outfit, but why a male is wearing it escapes me. From the waist down I look like a female, but the top is still quite masculine. Peggy opens the door again handing me a stack of clothing. I take it but stare at it, she giggles, “to try them on you have to take off your male clothes and place these items on your body. I will help you with the bra, so let’s get that hoodie off of you.” It is slipped over my head and she slips my arms through the straps of a bra. She reaches behind me and fastens the clasps, then adjusts the shoulder straps.

A blouse follows, a light brown color with lace trim in the same color as the skirt. A smile appears on my face, looking at the image I see in the mirror. Peggy again enters the changing room telling me to remove my shorts and put on the panties. Once my shorts are removed she takes them and my other male clothes and leaves. It takes me a minute or two to realize what she has done, quickly I leave the changing room and try to find her.

She is the backroom, preparing some other clothes so they can be added to the racks on the floor. When I show up, she hands me a hair brush, telling me to move my ponytail higher on my head and then to put on some lipstick, on the counter in the changing room. I stand there, she can’t be serious, but she continues working on the new additions to the store. I decide to humor her, I can’t see where she has put my clothes, the ones I have on at least covering me up. I return to the changing room brush my hair a little higher and redo the ponytail. The lipstick is there so I apply a coat to my lips and go back to find Peggy.

As I walk up she looks at me up and down, then pushes a rack of clothes toward me. “Put these on the floor, in the appropriate areas, picking out any good looking combinations and put them on the mannequins. When you get a customer call me and I will show you how to run the register.” I stood there staring at her, surely she can’t be serious, I am dressed as a female, I am sure the first customer I meet will scream and run from the store.

“You have work to do young lady, so let’s get to it. I am not paying you to look in the mirror all day.” I sense a Twilight Zone moment, but my mind is already checked out, so I push the rack to the floor and start adding the clothes to the racks. I decide to keep colors together, grouping them in basic color shades, also separating them by types of skirts or blouses. After a few minutes I also sort them by size, making it much easier for a customer to find what they want.

Yes, I am obsessive about organizing things, often doing it at our house causing Mom to throw up her hands since she couldn’t find anything. As I add the clothes to the display racks I find a few more items that I like and keep them together at the end of the rack.

A half hour later a couple of women come into the shop, looked around some and ask where the skirts are. I show them the rack they are on since I had been shopping on it most of the morning. I was surprised they didn’t run, instead they asked if I knew if there was some A line skirts there in a light blue. I squeezed in between them and grabbed the four items that might meet their requirements. As I handed them to the lady that asked, I told her the changing room is in the back if she wanted to try them on. The two ladies took the items and went to the back.

Ten minutes later they returned, telling me they would take three of them and handing the items to me. I placed them on a bar near the register and returned to my work. They were still looking around, now in the section of blouses. Peggy had a lot of blouses occupying at least six of her display racks. The same lady introduced herself and asked me for some advice on what blouses would go with each skirt.

I tried to be professional, but my interaction with a customer was scaring me to death. Peggy watched from a distance, but never volunteered to help, although I did see a smile or two as I was being observed. I went through the racks I had sorted and found several selections that would go well with the skirts she had selected. After handing them over to her, she went to try them on, coming back a little while later with her selections. I showed her a purse that would tie in nicely and they bought that too.

When they approached the register Peggy came up and showed me how to ring up the sale. I collected the money, gave the customer her correct change and quietly went back to work. Peggy never said much, but I caught her observing me quite often that day. I ended up waiting on several more customers that day, at one point both Peggy and I had customers that we were waiting on. The customers I was able to observe seemed to be shopping at the areas that I had sorted as to types, sizes and colors. Peggy even left me alone for a while as she went to get some lunch, the customer I was waiting on was no problem as I rang her up.

When she returned with lunch we set at a table in her small office and nibbled on the salads that she had obtained. The broiled chicken on the salads was especially good. After cleaning up she told me that it was settled, I would be working at the store for the foreseeable future. I let a huge smile appear on my face, this is something I liked to do, and apparently I was fairly good at it. It was on the way home that she let the other part of the deal slip out. I would be working at the store as a female, my interaction with the female customers today so normal, like I had been doing it most of my life.

I presume that is why I was allowed to pick some blouses today to go with the skirts I had picked out earlier. She stopped on the way home, dashing into one of the large super stores buying me panties, a bra, and some camis to go with my other clothing I had selected. So one day with her and I had started dressing as a female and acting like one. Quite a change from my past life as a male and son to my mother.

When we got home I expected to go to my room and wait for dinner. That decision was changed for me quickly as she told me that since I was female now I could help prepare dinner and also clean up afterwards. My expression was classic, mouth open, eyes wide and even a stutter every now and then. It was said seriously, but soon she was giggling and shortly I joined her in the giggling fest. I did help prepare supper, making a salad for us and making some soup from a mix. Peggy set the table and advised me in the meals preparation, for her part in this deal.

After we had consumed our meal, I took the dishes to the sink and washed them that I knew how to do well. “Hang all you things in the closet, your underwear in the top drawer of the dresser. Usually I wash all the things from the thrift store for my own personal use, if they are clean when I get them at the store they don’t get washed there, only the ones that come in dirty or smelly. There have been occurrences of bed bugs, and other assorted insects every once in a while. Each day we will find you some new clothes, I can’t have my help looking poorly.”

I smiled before I caught myself, I am sure Peggy caught the smile, knowing that I liked the clothes is one thing, that I wanted to wear them all the time another. I made my way to the bedroom, taking time to inspect them before I hung them. I noticed a button on one of the skirts that was loose, I would have to ask Peggy how to repair it. I laid out my choices for tomorrow, something my mother used to do. As I did so a tear gently ran down my cheek, I miss her so much.

When I turned around to head to the living room Peggy is standing in the door, smiling at me. She holds out her arms and I quickly close the distance and melt into her embrace. It was almost as good as being hugged by Mom. We stayed in the embrace for quite some time, I for one, didn’t want the moment to end. I lowered my head to her shoulder, a tear or two sliding out of my moist eyes. When we finally broke the hug, I was dragged to the laundry room where the earlier choices that we deemed necessary to be cleaned were in a pile on the washing machine.

She showed me how to properly set the machine and load the clothes, which detergent to use and the appropriate fabric softener. When the machine was started we headed to the den to sit and talk. She asked a lot of questions, mostly about what I liked and disliked about what I had been doing the last day or two.

“Do you want to continue in the female role and work at the store or is there something else you would prefer to be doing? I want a truthful answer, there is going to be no judgment by me of what you decide. I have my ideas on the subject and I have indicated my choice. But this is your life, so your happiness needs to be considered. Too many people listen to others, do what others want them too, ending up living their life in the most miserable way possible. So now the ball is in your court, think it over and let me know, the decision is not one to be taken lightly, it will affect you for years to come and in many different ways.”

I set there in silence for a while, I had decided the first twenty minutes I was in her store, but was it a hasty decision or what I really wanted. I got up and moved next to her on the couch, leaned in where I could lean on her and told her that I wanted to be a female, the whole deal, clothes, body, and personality if she would help me I would be most grateful. Before she could say anything I replied for the rest of my life. She turned towards me hugging me, and we stayed in the hug until the buzzer on the washing machine told us the load was done. I felt safe in her arms, the closeness comforting just as if I was being hugged and comforted by my Mom.

Maybe that was part of the fascination with the female clothes, a way to remember my Mom. That day I often thought of her, of the things we used to do together, of the quiet days watching TV or working on a jigsaw puzzle. Being on a farm, I was kind of isolated, no one close to interact with. Other males usually were volunteered to help their fathers in farming, no time to hang around and do things with others their same age.

Mom’s evenings were committed to the bar, their busiest time. Since it was closed on Sunday that was her one and only day off. I would spend time on my studies, surf the internet, or just daydream of a life that would probably never happen. Mom and I talked often, of what she would like to do in her life, of what I might like to do, but we knew that it was just a dream. Money would never allow anything other than what we had now. There would not be enough money for me to go to college, high school would have to be the pinnacle of my education.

She had tried to sell the farm once or twice, but the land was only barely farmable, so the offers were not there. The lease money on the land paid the taxes, plus allowed her enough to maintain the house and make needed repairs on appliances when needed. Now Peggy would receive the rent on the house and the farm land, to help in offsetting expenses my presence would cause.

My dressing never received much comment after the first few days, I learned what I needed to portray the female better and did it without thinking. There were a couple of comical disasters, but all in all it went smoothly. At work I just took over the female clothing section, I saw to it that the clothes were cleaned when received, hung properly and hung by kind and color. Three weeks into by new duties she handed me her car keys.

I gave her a funny look, then waited for a further explanation. “Here is some money, go to these addresses, there you will find our competition. Go through their clothes looking for items that would sell here at a higher price after they are displayed properly. Buy small amounts, never mentioning that you are re-selling these items. If there are lots of good choices mark it down and go back the next day. Wear a scarf over your head if possible, they do come into our store quite often and I don’t want them figuring out what we are doing, especially if they recognize you. Now scoot and on the way back pick us up some lunch.” She put the money in my hand, a scarf and hugged and kissed me then slapped my butt. I headed for the register to get my purse rubbing my butt and looking over my shoulder giggling.

I did make it to the other stores, finding quite a few items that would warrant buying them. Lunch was fried chicken, with cole slaw and french fries. It was good, both of us quickly devouring the items, nothing but the bag left when we finished. I processed the clothes and a little before five I managed to get them hung and on the sales floor. We had several last minute shoppers, some coeds from the university. It seems my tastes in clothing was exactly what they were looking for since all but one of the items I had bought were selected, tried on and purchased. Peggy was all smiles as they left, well tomorrow you head out again, since there is nothing left here to indicate you have done anything today besides look pretty and ring up a few sales.

I got hugged, now something I was looking forward to. The next day I was sent out even earlier, her wanting to be sure that I got first pick on the goodies at the other stores. Today’s disguise was a blond wig, the length reaching most of the way down my back. Again a swat to get me moving, I was still looking at my image in the mirror when my bottom received its motivation to get going. I did better today finding a lot of goodies, some at each of the different thrift stores I visited. I got some of the items processed, but did not have time to get them all to the floor. As we were leaving the store after she had locked up, she looked at the bag I was clutching to my bust. Nothing was said, but I knew that once we were home I would have to reveal its contents. Tonight we stopped for some take out, Chinese in kind and so mouth watering good. I had tried some as she finished driving home, my moans of pleasure making Peggy giggle all the more.

Once home we set the table and I got to finish sampling the goodies, ending up with seven empty containers of Chinese food and two overly stuffed females. I presume I had been assimilated during my time with her, each day my dressing as a female became more natural and automatic. She did nothing to encourage me, watching as I learned new things and perfected my makeup skills and how I coordinated my clothing. I never got asked what was in my bag, but the next day I showed up for breakfast in a flowery sun dress, the smile on my face saying it all. Peggy just grinned suggesting that the dress should sell for at least ten dollars and staring at me. I did the typical daughter thing, stuck out my tongue then ran and hugged her, purchase price handled.

It was bright and early on a Monday morning as I was getting ready to head out and look for more clothing to purchase when she stopped me and handed me a piece of paper with an address on it. At the top was my appointment time and Turnabout Special highlighted. Another swat on my butt, and I was out the door. Recently I had been looking forward to the swat most mornings, a Mother’s gesture to her daughter to get moving. Yes, Peggy was special to me, so like my Mother and so caring.

I made the trip to the other side of town, actually to the outskirts of Phoenix. The place was huge, its parking lot filled to capacity. I did find a spot as one of the ladies exiting from the salon was leaving. I had stared at her, a most beautiful lady although very tall and well built.

I mean that in more than one way. I found my way in and told them I had an appointment, the gal handling reception took one look at me then summoned another lady from the back. I was led off while I tried to keep track of what was going on in the salon. My mind was still trying to put together the bits of information my eyes had processed, but no conclusions were possible yet.

I was told what was scheduled for me and then asked to sign the permission slips authorizing the treatments. I had read what was stated on the slips and listened to her when she told me what I would experience. My mind was mush though, I felt like I wanted to experience everything, but knew deep down that a male would never allow any of these things to happen. I thought of the last few weeks, of Peggy and what she had me doing for the store. Then I thought of how I felt everyday after getting dressed in my feminine finery, yep there is no male left, just Margie, a name I had started associating with me, then signed the slips and laid back to enjoy a further step in my transition to the female persona.

I was pampered and treated. Each step erasing some of the male that was still visible in my image. Oh I passed most of the time, but upon a closer scrutiny there were a few male characteristics left and several female things that I did not possess. Well today’s treatments handled those and added a few more. My body hair was done away with, a cream melting what little hair I had on my thin frame, eyebrows included. Breast forms were added and my male thingy hid behind a beautiful vagina for the duration. Pierced ears, with two pair of earrings in each ear. They gave me several makeup lessons, I had being using mascara and lipstick, but using the wide array of cosmetics that I had now made such a difference in my appearance.

Then they moved to my hair. Since my hair was dyed blonde, I figured the blond wig I wore on occasion would match perfectly now. My hair was to my shoulders, the feminine cut they gave me along with the curls courtesy of some curlers and thirty minutes under a dryer just made me look that much better. I almost squealed when I saw my image in the mirror, I looked perfect now, a cute female dressed just like a college coed. I was pronounced finished and they took my picture handing me a new license with my current picture on it, a courtesy of the salon. As far as the state was concerned I was still a male on the records but now allowed to drive since I was portraying a female 24/7. I gave everyone that helped in changing my looks great big hugs and literally bounced out of the salon.

Of course, I had to show Peggy, her new daughter now looking so good and totally wound up. I ran up to her in the store, almost knocking her down. I did a twirl and kissed her hard, whispering thank you many times. Then had to run to the full length mirror we kept up near the registers to look at my image again. Peggy giggling away at my antics. We had several customers come in then and I skipped over to help them, bubbly and about to burst with enthusiasm. The rest of the afternoon was the same, busier than normal and me constantly trying to get glimpses of my new image. I did not miss looking at my image in every mirror I passed.

By dinner time I had calmed down some, a fact that Peggy was thankful for. I shooed her out of the kitchen when we got home, wanting to make her dinner as partial thanks for her treating me to the makeover. I made a meat loaf with roasted potatoes on the side, about the limit of my culinary abilities, but the way Peggy consumed her share and part of mine I must have done alright.

The next day at the store I was ushered out a few minutes after we arrived, Peggy telling me that she had sold almost everything I had purchased, and then some. So I spent the next four hours shopping for more goodies, finding quite a few nice things. We stayed late that night getting the new purchases laundered and hung, then out to the sales floor. We had ordered a pizza to be delivered as we ate and worked. At nearly ten we headed home and soon collapsed on our beds.

The next day we did make it into work but was thirty minutes late. We had a line at the door, several ladies looking at their watches. They were not upset, just anxious to do some shopping. By early afternoon we had sold almost everything I had purchased yesterday, including a couple of items I would have liked to abscond with. The next day as I was getting ready to head out Peggy stopped me, wanting me to stay and watch the shop while she ran a few errands. It was almost five when she returned, a huge smile on her face.

She helped me close up and then we went out to dinner, an actual restaurant instead of getting takeout. After we ate she told me that I would no longer be required to go out and shop, my look of desperation causing her to bust into laughter. It turns out she had met with each of her competitors arranging for her to buy their female clothes at a set price, to be delivered to her store once a week. That would save them from having to clean the purchases and price them, a job they would be more than happy to pass on. They had always wanted to steer toward the furniture end of it along with accessories for decorating the home. Now they had the space and money to do that. The one competitor that was not into furniture decided to do what we were doing, but specializing in male clothing, a win win for everybody.

Peggy had always called me her princess, a nickname Mom used to use for me, maybe she saw the feminine in me long ago. I did smile every time she called me that, for what reason I am not sure. Well I am apparently a princess now, a second hand princess of female clothing. I hope I never get to be anything else.

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