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Monday, July 1, 2024

Taylor: A Surprising Reward

 Taylor: A Surprising Reward

I am a systems analyst for a large corporation, been one for fifteen years, anxiously looking forward to retirement in a few years. It is really the only job I have had since College, hired into this company when it first started and have grown with it. I worked my way up the ladder, handling many challenges thru the years. Now, I am head of the department and responsible for all computer maintenance and operations. Just two months ago, we were bought by a larger corporation, their home offices in Europe. They implemented a few changes immediately, but nothing too disruptive to us.

Our company was too well known and doing very good in the marketplace. The buyout had been talked about for years, a company ripe for the pickings, it was just that no one had enough capital to swing the deal in the economy as it is today. The European company, just coming out of their depression over there, was able to meet the challenge. Our CEO had talked with her counterpart over there, but other than that, no meaningful discussions until today’s email.

Of course, the rumors were numerous, from a wholesale firing of all top level positions, to the closing of the U.S. branch of the company. I remained neutral in all discussions of these rumors, knowing that a lot of them were just that, a rumor. Yesterday, I received an email, stating that a D. Sharp will be coming in to Phoenix to talk with me in the next few days about implementation of their systems software and their new approach to Personnel.

I suddenly didn’t feel good, this is what I feared the most, wholesale changes to our computer systems and our basic dealings with our personnel. I always have been a firm believer in the adage that a company is only as good as the people who work for it. In my opinion, our people were some of the best, the majority of them with the company from the start. I made sure all of my systems were fully functional and got ready for my visitor tomorrow. I even made sure all of my personnel files were up to date and all evaluations posted and filed.

I was surprised when I was requested to pick up my visitor tomorrow at the airport. In today’s business environment usually an executive would rent a car and be independent as they made their visit. I arranged to leave early in the morning, getting to Sky Harbor International Airport early so I would not miss the fight. The trek was always a harrowing experience, especially in the early morning hours. I awaited the flight, surprisingly there were quite a few passengers onboard on this early morning flight. I had made a small sign, giving our company name on it and waited at the gate. One of the last passengers to disembark is the most gorgeous female I have ever seen. I am suddenly in love, then in a totally unnerving maneuver, she walks right up to me and introduces herself as D. Sharp.

Quick, make up a new plan, engage mouth and welcome her to the U.S. She could tell that I am flustered, she pulled me away from the line at the departure gate and told me she likes to be called Danielle. Between us, she told me to call her Dani. She asked that we find a place to have some tea, and maybe talk for a while. I mentioned that the airport is too expensive, but there is a place not far from our headquarters that meets that criteria. We picked up her luggage, then made our way to my car. I asked if she wants to check in at the hotel first, but she declined. Forty minutes later, we pulled up to my little piece of heaven.

They listed themselves as a restaurant, but their specialty is beverages. Many different kinds of coffee, tea, some wine, beer, and a full line of ice cream concoctions. They stocked quite a few imported beers, catering to all tastes. They made one of the best chocolate malts I have ever had the privilege of drinking, although it is usually so thick you have to eat it with a spoon. She ordered some black tea and asked if they could add some honey to it. The waitress wanted to know what kind of honey would she like added to the tea. Dani giggled and after listening to the choices, made her selection.

She is easy to talk to, some comments on her flight, and her job back home. She is based out of their Danish headquarters and runs their entire IT program among other things. Those words used seemed a little unusual, but I soon forgot about them. That left my mouth wide open, she leaned over and asked me if that is unusual. I told her yes, for any female that looks so good and to be that smart, is beyond belief. I went instant red in the face, I just commented about her looks, a no-no in today’s business environments.

She asked me to bring her up to date on my background, if I am married, do I have any children, and what I wanted in the future? Boy, talking about being put on the spot, she just performed that with such ease that I never saw it coming. To give myself a little more time to get my thoughts together, I asked her what she already knew about me. I thought that might throw her off a little, giving me a chance to get my shit together. Boy, was I surprised.

She told me that, your name is Taylor Swift, no relation to the singer.” She recited my address perfectly, even correct to the zip code. “You started with the company fifteen years ago as of next week. Hired out of college as an employee for the IT department you have steadily climbed up to your present position. You are not married, have no children, your parents live in Florida, retired and spending your inheritance.

You take considerable pride in your systems, and your personnel departments’ integration with the overall company system. You feel that we are intruding on a smooth running ship, to use a metaphor. You fear widespread restructuring of the company, and are holding your breath that I am not here to accomplish that. You are five foot ten inches in height, weight one hundred thirty pounds, belong to a gym, attending once during the week and another time during the weekend. You love to read, consuming two to three novels a week. You have no one that you are seeing at the moment, mainly because you feel that you have never fit in with others, except in business dealings.

You have saved considerable money over the years, but have nothing to spend it on. You have no hobbies, no special interests other than your systems that have been designed to keep your company running smooth for the last ten years, the time that you have been in control of said systems. I almost forgot, you have a cat, your closest friend and confidant, whose name is Abby, a gray Tiger that is independent and has you twisted around her cute little paws.”

She looked me square in the eyes and asked if she had forgot anything? I didn’t know what to say, Dani is no regular executive, either in looks, or in her actions. She let me think for a couple of minutes while she sipped her tea, then asked if we could get down to business. I nodded my head, as she complimented me on my program that I have written and implemented over the years. They have a couple of modules that need to be worked into it, but other than that, they like what I have achieved.

Where I need to make some changes is in your personnel dealings. Over the years, they have developed a way to reward and encourage their employees by setting guidelines, but allowing the employee to proceed, as fast or slow, as they wanted to within the company. It is based on points, each level getting the employees further up the ladder. It has worked well for them, and they wanted it introduced over here. The program is totally computer monitored, the computer assigning the points and setting little rewards at each step.

I told her it sounds good, but right at the moment, I am still trying to figure out how and why you know so much about me. She giggled, telling me that her source did not tell her that I would take some convincing. She suggested that I take her to the office, she would like to see how it is set up and meet some of the employees. Then, maybe over dinner, we can discuss more about the project.

I asked her again, if she needed to check in at her hotel. She blushed a little, but finally stammering out, if she could stay in my guest room? I immediately turned red in the face, she told me that the Europeans are much more forward than the Americans, no implied actions other than her staying with me for the length of her visit. No sharing beds, strictly business, she would like to get to know me better, away from the office and on a more personal level. I told her it is okay with me, but isn’t she concerned about what other people will say?

She replied, “No, I have done my homework; you are interesting and I would like to know what makes you tick. I can’t do that without spending some time with you. I will, of course, compensate you what I would normally spend on a hotel room. I told her on one condition, we share in dinner preparation, in keeping up the house if your stay requires more time and there will be no exchange of funds over the lodging. She promptly agreed and kissed me on the cheek, before I could escalate that to an invitation to take her to bed, she said, “That is the customary greeting, or saying thanks in Europe, not by hand shaking.”

I walked with her through the company headquarters, who she chose to talk to and what is said, very interesting. Dani is very level headed and down to earth. She asked lots of questions, even a few that I had never thought about. Apparently, I answered them correctly because she never asked further questions after my answer. We spent four hours touring and meeting people, never once did she want to meet the CEO or any of the upper level management.

I asked her if she wanted lunch, but she asked if we could keep going and take an early dinner instead. She grew on me, so insightful, so knowledgeable, and so sincere. She can talk about any subject, even some of the computer programming that came up, and she asked how I handled the code to avoid a conflict with the basic underlying program. At five fifteen, we went to dinner, I asked if she wanted to freshen up at my house before we went to dinner, but she told me that just some fresh lipstick would do for her, unless we were going to a fancy restaurant. I told her it was a little Mexican place that served excellent food at bargain prices. I did learn earlier that she loved Mexican food and she hoped we could eat there one night, if there were any good places available. So my favorite south of the border restaurant got added to the fare tonight.

When we got there, she ordered some Mexican beer, my smile at her confirmed my happiness that someone other than me enjoyed their beer. She went off to freshen up and by the time she got back, we had our appetizers and some hot tortilla chips on the table. The dinner is enjoyable, tacos and tamales with a quesadilla as an appetizer. I found out that the new corporate hierarchy did very thorough searches on all of the major players in our company, Dani just being a little more thorough than the others.

I asked her where she got some of the personal info from, her reply, that several of my underlings were convinced to feed the info stream, all in the quest for something better for me, not themselves. They all felt that I was underutilized at this company, a CEO type of person doing department level work. Dani is so easy to talk to, half way through the evening, I probably had answered all the questions she might not have answers to yet. She paid the bill, telling me that she had a larger expense account than I did, and I drove us home. Somehow that sounded good to me.

I carried her luggage in, and quickly apologized for the mess of the room. Instead of making any remarks, she helped me straighten up things and hang up some of the clothes that were on the bed. I showed her where the fresh linens were and she changed the bed. All of this done as if it is a normal daily occurrence. She changed into some sweats and we made some tea in the kitchen together. With our cups in hand, we made our way to the living room and Abbey made her introduction, surprisingly she gave Dani one sniff and curled up on her lap. I got up to remove her, but Dani stopped me, the cat is fine where she is. We talked a little more about her program, something we would work on tomorrow at the office. She brought a copy of the program with her, but instead of just copying it to the drives, she wanted me to insert each portion myself, and then run a test of the software before unleashing it on the company.

She is so different than any computer program people I have worked with in the past. At eleven-thirty, we made it to bed, each of us in our separate beds. I did get a cheek kiss good night, then off she went. The next morning, I was still a little unsure of myself, she knew so much about me, apparently a lot smarter than me, but yet so easy going. It is very unnerving, making me suddenly, lack any confidence in what I am doing. I am usually up at six A.M. and she is dressed and making some tea when I got to the kitchen. A business suit with skirt, her hair in a pixie cut, styled perfectly. Not much makeup, but what she had on made her very attractive in my eyes.

We rode in together, chit chatting about my part of the company. She is interested in any facet of the operations, the day to day just as interesting to her as the big deals pending on the horizon. A lot of my employees are interested in our sudden friendship, but just smiling as Dani and I go about our work. I go over every module she hands me, check out the code and how it relates to other modules. Dani insists that I take no shortcuts, inspecting every line of code for its impact and its relation to the other parts of the program.

The program is well written, but I am not seeing the end result of the program yet. Three days later I am installing the last part and Dani asks me what employees I am going to use for the test part. I tell her that I want to be one of them, I want to see how the computer interprets my actions and what values (points) it assigns to them. Dani suggests some one totally opposite from me, with very different ideas and approaches to situations for the other participant. I tell her that I will probably add one more employee to the mix, but I want that identity kept from everyone till the end of the test. She smiled, knowing that I didn’t still trust her program and wanted a third variation to help make any conclusions from.

She told me that I still had to install rewards to the program, typically, basic gender different ones, that would appeal to a female or male. I asked what she used; for female she used beauty services and clothes, for males, she used sports related gear or tickets to sporting events. The next day, I entered a list of beauty services from a local beauty salon and a list of upcoming sporting events and gear from a sports superstore. Dani told me that all of the rewards would be paid from her corporate account, to see if the rewards spurred additional effort from the employee.

Since Dani knew that I still had many doubts, she told me to go ahead and expand the test to twenty subjects, gender split evenly and from as many different departments as possible. Initially, all details will be withheld from the participants, then after a reward had been earned, all will be explained and how to get their reward. Then, we could more accurately tell if the reward will make for more effort on their part.

One more day in making sure that everything is running smoothly and then I activate the program. Dani tells me that the program monitors activities of employees, all of their work related tasks monitored as to completion date, completeness of work, and original ideas that are utilized in their work. Points are assigned by the computer, then rewards, when necessary, based on the type of work done, whether it is a normally feminine or masculine type of response.

Dani used as an example that a female normally will show caring for other employees, while a male seeks to further himself before seeing to the needs of others. For instance, if a female, in an effort to gain a promotion, stresses her own ability in handling the job, she would get x points on the masculine side. If she stresses that her team is the reason for her success, the program would assign x points on the feminine side. At the end of a period, an employee might have points on both sides of the gender divide, the rewards determined by the majority point total. That way, female employees that act primarily in a way that males usually employ, would receive rewards more suited to her actions. We do not discriminate, we just want the best for the employee, at their desired level of progress. A go getter, although female, can end up CEO of the company if she pushes hard enough, while a male who is content in his present job, can maintain that status if he so desires.

The program just tries to reward good business dealings by employees, while allowing ones that are content in their position to remain where they are at. Dani told me it would take about a week for any definitive data to show up, but wanted me to allow the program about a month to show what it could accomplish.

Dani and I checked the results daily, getting a feel for how the program made its choices. She asked me to not look in on my data until the end of the test period. I agreed, although I am very curious at what it thought of my dealings. She roamed the offices, talking with everyone as I did my daily tune up of our department. I handled lots of different kinds of problems, everything from a computer not working, to loss of a report to the great unknown. In the past I have usually handled some personnel problems, along with my IT work, since we didn’t have a full time Human Resources employee on our payroll.

We did have a part time employee assigned to personnel from time to time, mainly for data entry, new employee entry, change of beneficiary, termination changes and assorted other paperwork. That person the only actual personnel employee. Since most of the employees have been here for years, my part in the scheme of things was mainly handling requests for time off, sickness in the family, or every once in a while, some employee conflict. I also set in on new applicant interviews, one of four who hired all new employees.

Dani was busy, keeping tabs on her program and meeting and talking with more of our employees. She is accepted by all, a genuinely friendly and interested person. I did what I normally do, we had hired some new employees, as a result of some of our present ones leaving due to their husbands being transferred. A couple of disputes among employees, one such confrontation, not the first between these two. I handled it the way I normally do, setting the two down in front of each other and made them solve their own problem. It took a while but things were finally settled between the two, the original problem being what one thought was said about the other.

Along with these situations, were a lot of minor flare ups, usually caused because some work was not completed on time. I simply asked them to stay and work a couple of extra hours, paid of course, and then the problem vanished by itself. Dani watched with interest whenever I am involved with personnel, but never made any comment or suggestion as to how I solved it, or what had transpired.

We got along fine at home, sharing in the household duties, going to a movie from time to time, but remaining just two work colleagues. Dani tried to make sure several times that she is not imposing on my life, offering to find accommodations elsewhere, if she was intruding. I knew I would miss her if she was not there, I already depended on her for some normal day to day interchange, if I didn’t have that, I would feel lost. We ate most of our lunches together, but took turns with preparing the evening meal at home.

During her time here, she never met with our CEO, but now knew almost every one of our employees by name. She felt like I did, the key to a successful company is the employees, not the executives. So she spent time with the employees, learning about them, their interests, and their families.

Her program surprised me, the points assigned were easily justified, but the reason stated by the computer for awarding the points, not the obvious reason seen by others. When you looked more closely to the situation that was evaluated, you can see the accurateness of the computer more clearly. I never saw that reflected in the code when I installed the original program. How it came up with those underlying reasons for rewards, I still have not figured out.

The end of the first test period is coming up and the computer has issued points and in several instances, issued rewards. I printed the results and evaluated the results with what I had seen that employee do. I could find no fault with its decision and conclusions. I called in each of the employees, explained what we had done, how they were evaluated, and how to claim the reward. I received firm handshakes from the males, hugs and a few kisses from the ladies, but everyone was thrilled that what they had done had been noticed and rewarded.

From their enthusiasm when they left my office, I figured that they would continue in their actions, now that someone had acknowledged their efforts. Finally, Dani pulled my evaluation down, let me read it, and then showed me the rewards sheet. I instantly turned bright red, there stated in black ink is my reward, a full day makeover at the Turnabout Gurl Salon. I stammered a little, surely there is a glitch in the program, the reward is all female and I am a male. Smiling, Dani had me read the reasons for the reward and why I was assigned this particular reward.

Of all the employees evaluated in this test, this one individual displays the most caring and feminine actions and reactions to problems and the ways that they are solved. Obviously, this employee needs to be rewarded in a manner that will reinforce future decisions and this makeover should accomplish these goals. I just sat there, numb to the world, trying to think of anything that I could respond with that would be appropriate. It is close to quitting time, so Dani led me out the door and drove us home.

I was quiet, nothing that tried to escape my mind made any sense, so I kept quiet. When we got home she started fixing dinner while I just stared at the walls of the living room, the sofa as far as I had got after entering the house. Dani came and dragged me to the dining room, where she had prepared an elegant meal. I nibbled at the food, it was delicious, but my mind is still on my evaluation and reward. I did help her clean up, but it is body only, my mind not present during any of this.

She went to her room to change clothes, then came back and sat with me. I tried to move away, but she cornered me on the sofa when she moved right next to me; I tried to get up, but she would have nothing to do with that notion. Finally, she broke the eerie silence that had prevailed since we got home.

“I think the computer has stumbled on something lying under the surface, I want you to experience the reward as intended, then work a couple of days as your alternate self. I am aware that it is out of your comfort zone, but your actions have pointed to this part of you, maybe you ought to try it out before you disregard it. I have scheduled the appointment for tomorrow before you can come up with a hundred reasons why you should not experience it. Please, for me, give this a try; the program has worked in Europe for almost ten years now, an unqualified success, so give it a chance to see if the computer might be right.”

I tried to protest, but her kiss and her words to ‘please try it for her’ won out. I nodded my head, then she led me into my bedroom, undressed me, and then scooted me off to the bathroom. When I returned she is gone, my pajamas laying on my bed. I slipped them on and I am soon deep in sleep, well maybe, more like deep in worry. Anyway, I was not coherent, whatever state I was in.

I woke earlier than my alarm, just lying in bed, trying to get enough nerve to go through with this; there has got to be some glitch in the coding, I am a male and not some female employee that would enjoy a makeover! How that stupid program could decide that I would like a makeover as a reward is totally ridiculous. I had almost made up my mind to cancel the appointment, until I walked out to the kitchen and saw Dani. One look and I swallowed my pride and decided to endure the appointment.

I found out she had planned to take me to the salon, then pick me up tonight after my day being pampered. Her words not mine. I am not sure a male could even enjoy being pampered. We made it out the door, not many words being exchanged this morning. The trip to the salon, also in an eerie silence. When she pulled up in front of the salon, she turned to face me. “Please relax and try to enjoy this. If you keep an open mind, I think that a part of you will come forward, something you have worked hard to keep captive inside you. Lots of people have got glimpses of this being, but only glimpses, maybe just for a while, let this person be out front, and do the things that you have forced back to the deepest recesses of your mind. Just for today, please Taylor, be the real you. Then tonight, we can talk about it, maybe change a few things.

I didn’t say anything, although I did nod assent to her pleas. I got out of the car and walked slowly to the front door of the salon, then entered. The imposing female that greeted me, somehow cleared my mind immediately. I had to think real hard to even remember my name. Eventually, I told her I had an appointment this morning for a makeover. I never did get out my name. I am taken to a room in the back of the busy salon, then shown to a sofa. I sat down, trying to relax a little, but in actuality, I was scared stiff. She sat right next to me, but from where I had sat, there was no place for me to move to allow some more space between us.

“Taylor you look nervous. I am going to tell you all that will transpire today, nothing that will be permanent, but I am sure there are a few things that will shake you up. Every once in a while, the human body needs a little change, forcing the mind to adapt to things differently. Hopefully this will happen to you today.

She started explaining. “First they will remove all of your body hair, then some lotion to help keep your body smooth and hair free. Then, a manicure with long elegant nails, of course some nail polish to make them pretty. A complimentary pedicure to make the feet pretty and comfortable. Then an ear piercing, so that you can wear some pretty dangle earrings.

“Next is some extensions for your hair, your hair is long enough to be styled in a feminine manner, but we are trying to get you from masculine to drop dead gorgeous, so the extensions are necessary. A female hairstyle cut into your locks, then a wet set to give it that curly bounce. Sometime spent under a dryer, you know we females must suffer some to look beautiful. Then, on to makeup after they have shaped you eyebrows. While they are doing your makeup, they will instruct you in its proper application and to the basics of skin care.

“Once that is all done, they will comb out your new hairstyle and take a few moments to shape your body appropriately for your new female image. The main thing will be some breasts to help your image, then a corset to trim your waist. The breasts will be glued on, you wouldn’t want to take a chance of losing one if you bent over and one slipped out.” She let a little giggle and continued, “Then dressing from the skin out, undergarments and a frock appropriate for your evening. A pair of heels, and a few moments in instruction, so you can walk properly.

“Then the big unveil, and your date for the evening, Dani will come by and pick you up. Now, I know this sounds worse than it is, so please, just relax and let things happen. I will bet you a hundred dollars, that by this evening you will be hardly touching the ground you are walking on, the feeling of being a female, lifting your spirits. At the unveil, have your wallet ready, I expect to win this bet.”

I never regained consciousness for most of the morning. I sat where they wanted me, laid down for the hair removal, moved from chair to chair, as I was transformed from my male image to something else. I caught glimpses of myself from time to time, shocked by my new appearance. By the time my hair had been removed, and some of the hair extensions added, Taylor the male, had disappeared. I never had tried to portray a female, even at Halloween, I was always a superhero, a male one. As I youngster, I never dressed in my Mom’s clothes, I loved what a female looks like dressed to the hilt, but always from a male’s perspective and viewpoint.

Now in only a few hours, I had been thrust into the female ranks, my male self-asuredness being battered heavily. Half way through, they got me a salad to nibble on while they worked on my toenails. At no time was I afraid, scared yes, but I managed to sit calmly through the different treatments, my male appearance slipping away with each procedure. I could think of no logical reason why I was allowing this to happen to me. Thirty-eight years as a member of the masculine gender, being wiped out dramatically in a few hours.

Around two in the afternoon, I noticed a difference in how I felt. I relaxed as they shaped my eyebrows, did my makeup, and then pierced my ears. The procedures didn’t seem foreign any more, I knew they were essential for my new look, a look that I was now anxious to embrace.

I couldn’t figure it out, other than some chit-chat, no one talked to me, no words of inspiration were given me, and no one made a fuss over me. To all concerned, I was just another female getting prettied up for a date or evening out. Since that kind of thinking was giving me a headache, I decided to stop it. I hoped Dani would be able to enlighten me some, I am lost in my thoughts, nothing making sense anymore.

When they got around to my body shaping, I paid a lot more attention to what they are doing. The corset was not what I had expected for my first attempt at shaping my body. I couldn’t get over how gorgeous it was, if only it wasn’t going on my body. All lacy, a creamy color, but gripped my body like a vise. It took them over thirty minutes to lace it closed, my fat resisting being moved to a more female type of configuration. There was a panel at the top of the corset that when undone, left access to my breasts if I had any.

When the quivering masses were laid on my chest, I knew that would be soon corrected. Both my chest and the back of the breast form were coated in an adhesive, then let air dry. The two were positioned on my chest and then pressed down hard. When she released the form, they were stuck securely to my body. The panel on the corset was secured again to the corset, the new appendages supported by the underwires of the panel. They were just sitting in the supported area, not really held by any other means.

I could see problems with their movements, and being able to keep them from popping out of my clothes. I was led to another room, the short walk making my titties bounce all around. The fact that I am moving differently because of the corset, not helping matters any. As I entered the room, I am looking at a gorgeous dress hanging in its protective cover on a rack. “Oh my Gawd, am I going to being wearing that?”

I could feel the blood rushing to my head, the bouncing of my breasts, and the different way I am moving because of the corset, was affecting me greatly. I found a seat and parked my body, not that easy to do since I could hardly bend at the waist. I tried to take deep breaths, never letting my eyes leave the dress. Finally, I stood, the thought of me in that dress taking over completely, I had to see what I would look like in this particular epitome of female clothing.

In the back of my mind, a voice was trying to get through, you are a male and males do not wear dresses. Needless to say, the dress was pulled up onto my body, the zipper made it snug from my breasts to my knees. The voice was never heard from again that evening. I was helped into some heels, a dainty pair that looked much higher than I would be able to handle. After the straps were fastened, I made a few tentative steps, watching in the mirror my image as I walked towards it. I shortened my steps, walking in a straight line like they suggested, the feeling of exhilaration sweeping through my body.

I loved this, the look, the clothes and the image reflecting back to me from any mirror! I walked around the salon, looking at what things were being done to others, but very content at what I had been able to experience myself. As I came back up to the front of the salon, Dani is standing there in a similar dress, looking awesome. I approached her, leaned in a little and gave her a cheek kiss, then backed off and let out a girly squeal. She broke out laughing, grabbed my hand, then led me to a waiting limo. I was almost bouncing as I walked to the limo, my breasts mimicking my bounce. The driver held my hand as I slipped into the limo, then helped Dani to follow suit. One of the technicians came running out to the limo, handing me my purse. I blushed red, then quickly took the offered item.

All of this is so unlike me. I never got excited about clothes, especially dresses, unless they were coming off of a well-built lady. The fact that I squealed, showed the extent of my change, from a male to a bubbly female, thrilled with her body and her looks. The limo took us to a restaurant on the other side of town, where we were met by two of our senior executives. We each were led to a corner table partially separated from the rest of the dining room.

The talk is cordial, never was my gender mentioned, we talked a little about the business and how Dani’s program is being integrated into the company. They had a small dance floor, so we each had a short dance with our escorts. The food was great and the service was exceptional. When the check came, Dani signed using her corporate credit card.

Our escorts excused themselves, and we made our way to the limo, then back to the house. I had lots of questions, Dani waited until I had asked them all, before responding to any of them.

The computer suggested a date like situation, so that you might feel what is like to be a female with a male. The two executives I selected to accompany us, have difficulty with different lifestyles, so the date might expose them to some other things that happen daily. They had a good time with two females, one of which has been living as a male for quite a long time. They enjoyed a meal with two lovely ladies and didn’t contract anything or suddenly turn gay. Later, they will work with these ladies in a business situation, now assured that their interaction will be cordial and totally business like.

The real plus tonight is the female Taylor that was unleashed on the world. I doubt she will ever return to her former life, this one much more exciting and appropriate. I got a huge hug as we retired for the evening, though I doubted I would sleep much this evening. After my clothes were slid off my body, I debated getting out of the corset, one look in the mirror and I left it on, what little discomfort it might provide more than made up by the feminine image my body was presently displaying.

I was up early, had fed Abbey and was in the process of fixing breakfast for Dani and I. My makeup was almost done, just some lipstick needed to finish it off. I had picked out one of the outfits they had sent home with me from the salon, a sweater dress that molded to my body. I did the best that I could with my hair, but knew I would need some professional help to look decent. I had already called the salon and arranged an early morning repair job, something that could be handled on the way into work.

We ate the meager things that I had managed to prepare then got ready to head to work. When I told Dani that I had an early morning salon appointment to get my hair looking decent she just giggled. One day and you are already totally immersed in the female you. Remember yesterday when you were fighting this tooth and nail, now all of a sudden it is full steam ahead.

I got my hair worked on, feeling much better at my appearance as we entered the office. I made the rounds like I usually do, checking in with some of the employees I had worked with recently concerning a problem. Especially with the female employees I am greeted with enthusiasm, most pleased with my new appearance, although I noticed a few holding off in their reaction to me. One employee that held back, told me she was jealous, when I confronted her on the subject. You look better than I do and you are a male. I gave her a hug, and whispered in her ear, maybe I am a male underneath all of this but I appreciate beauty in all forms and you have nothing to be ashamed of. Now put a smile on that face and lets figure out how we are going to get you looking as good as me.

I ended up making her an appointment at the salon, paying for it with my own money. Dani had been watching me from a distance so I am sure she had figured out what I was doing. Nothing was said to me though. Dani and I got called into the CEO’s office right before quitting time. Not an unusual occurrence but I wondered why Dani had been asked to accompany me. I was handed an email that would be circulated early the next morning and told to read it. I was totally at a loss for words, the email making me COO of the company. I told her I could not accept the promotion, I am fine and happy where I am and want it to stay that way. Dani leaned closer and told me you will accept the promotion, since it is from the owner of the company in Europe. I looked at her she smiled and asked if I had ever checked her out when she first arrived. To put it more bluntly, the owner of the company is D. Sharp, does that ring a bell with you.

Oh gawd, the owner of the company had been staying in my home, relegated to helping fix meals and clean the house. Dani stepped forward telling me to tell the CEO I accept. I looked at her, that smile again and nodded my head in acceptance. Dani hugged Bev the CEO and dragged me from the office, out of the building and to my car. I was placed in the passenger seat, then she drove us home.

Upon arriving I was led to my bedroom, stripped of my clothes and laid back on my bed. She did the same lying next to me with such a smirk on her face. I started to say something but she placed a finger on my lips and told me to zip it. “You are so adorable when you try and act like a male telling Bev you will not take the promotion. If you had listened instead of fantasizing about things you were not offered the job, the email said you will be taking over the position. I own the company and what I say goes. The position is not just here in the states, you will be COO of the entire company, in simple terms Bev’s boss. I am the CEO and the only one you will answer too. Now about a matter that has come to my attention.”

A certain employee of the company needs new accommodations, since she is being thrown out of the house she is renting at present. I have arranged adequate housing both here and in Europe. It is pet friendly and comes with maid service and cooks. I was trying to follow her, the pet friendly comment throwing me. She reached for her necklace around her neck and removed a ring that was hanging on it. She grabbed my hand and slid the ring on my finger. I stared at the ring finally the light came on upstairs and I dissolved into a puddle of tears. She pulled me close to her and kissed my eyes and ears making little noises as she did so.

“I have bought this house and am throwing you out as of tomorrow morning. My private jet will be here around noon, so Abbey and you need to be ready to accompany me. Your house here in the states is under construction and will be finished in three to four weeks. In the meantime you will live in your new home in Denmark. The company jet will be at your disposal for any trips you deem necessary. The wedding will be in a month, a bridal gown will have to be custom made for you, then of course the necessary bridal lingerie to complete the outfit. We are honeymooning in Alaska, actually a cruise lasting a month touring the Alaskan coast. Expect to be flat on your back for most of that time.

Now are you going to accept or am I going to have to dole out punishment to convince you? I squeaked what type of punishment? She turned me over and swatted my butt hard, I moaned then raised my butt higher so she would not have to strain to reach it. I received three more swats, then was turned back over and we kissed forever. I was indeed flat on my back for the reminder of the night.

It all started with a surprising reward, and ended with a new female, who is loved and cherished by her soulmate.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Marla: Suggestive Female Thoughts

 Marla: Suggestive Female Thoughts

Julie was ecstatic when she got home from classes. Her psychology professor had accepted her proposal for her PhD dissertation paper. Now all Sis had to do was research it and then write the probably three hundred page plus paper, then face a panel of professors to quiz her about it and her research. Sis had just two months ago got her Master’s degree, a proud moment for her and the family.

I was her older brother, separated in age by three years. Our family was not the richest, only able to send one of us through the college system at a time. Julie had worked while I was in college, both for funding her time in college and if I needed any more financial help. Her income came in handy many times, when Mom and Dad weren’t able to keep up with the spiraling costs of higher education. After getting my bachelor’s degree I decided that was enough higher education for me. Now it was my tune to find a job and help her get her college degrees.

It turns out she was much smarter than me, graduating in just two and a half years with her bachelor’s degree. Nine months later she turned in her Master’s thesis and it was accepted immediately. Her professor almost demanded that she get her PhD, since they thought so much of her. I was jealous in a way, where I had to struggle to get my degree, she blows it away in less than seven semesters.

It turns out even with her spending less time in getting her degrees it was all our parents and I could do to cover her expenses. The last semester she worked a part-time job also to help make ends meet. During our college years we both lived at home, even resorted to taking our lunches most of the time to keep expenses reasonable. Our parents insisted that we do everything in our power to get our degrees, so that we would not have to face what they did. Dad never made it above a manufacturing job, Mom a secretary for an insurance agent in town.

The job I had found was alright, but a relatively smart high school graduate could have performed the duties just as well as me. I did progress some, but just like most jobs these days I hit the glass ceiling where any further advancement was impossible. This was about the time of EEOC and companies were looking for minorities or females to meet their quotas. Because if this I constantly was on the lookout for something better, fearing I would be replaced by a female or minority. But any job whether better or the same as I had now never materialized.

Mom and Dad were proud of Julie, in fact they were proud of both of us. But they could tell she was a step above of most people, her accomplishments so far pointing that out. Thankfully the financial drain was winding down some, for her getting her PhD there was not the expense involved as in other years. All involved were very grateful.

Julie talked about her dissertation subject, it pretty much went over our parents heads, I understood some of it, but couldn’t see what she had picked as even being possible. That night we set in her room discussing the subject and her take on it. She has always leaned more toward the behavioral aspect of Psychology, than other approaches. She was certain she could take any individual and through suggestions and recurring reinforcement change them in most any way she desired.

For her Master’s thesis she did that with some lab rats, quite successfully using various foods as rewards when they did as she wanted. In her PhD paper she wanted to see if she could use visual suggestions and rewards to get the same effect. I thought she was heading down the wrong path and I told her so. She told me to think about it, maybe do a little research myself on the subject and tomorrow after she came home from school we could talk some more. I just blew her off, none of her hocus pocus could possibly work, just her wild idea that she was trying to push on others. I forgot about it, watched some TV then headed to bed.

Another horrible day at work, the feds coming in to do some spot checking on employees and get a gender count, something they have done twice recently. The employees think the company is manipulating the figures some to stay out of trouble, and the feds are on to them. I know I was moved twice during the day, to another department, not sure for the reason but I knew I had very little choice in the matter. At the end of the day, I had accomplished very little, now even further behind in my work, whatever that entailed now.

When I got home Julie wanted me to come to her room, she had something she wanted to show me. She closed the door as I entered, turned on some soft music and had me get comfortable in one of her chairs. This particular chair is very comfortable, Julie usually the one to hog it when we were in her room together.

She offered me some blueberries mixed with assorted nuts in a bowl. I took a handful to snack on as she wanted to do a little experiment with me. I was handed a pad and a pen. On the top was a phrase that she had already written across the top of the page. I was to take my time and rewrite that phrase until the page was full, then sign my name on the bottom. I gave her a funny look, are you sure you are still sane, luckily I just thought it and did not vocalize it. But I performed as she wished, it was a simple request. Exactly twenty-six times I wrote the phrase; long blonde hair is quite appealing. That was all the lines available to write on, my signature soon followed.

She placed the sheet in a folder and then we talked some more. The snack she had furnished tasted good, before long I had eaten the whole bowl of blueberries and nuts. The conversation continued, her mentioning about some females that were in the news, even about our local weather girl, who had just signed a big contract to be on a network program. She was a blonde, I always fantasied about her when I watched the late night news and weather. I was showing signs of fatigue, the yawns and me almost falling asleep, telltale signs. The mess at work had taken its toll on me, adding to my weary and tired feeling. I gave her a hug and headed off to bed.

I thought about what she had me do, to me it was a waste of time, me writing something is not going to make me believe it. Sleep soon consumed me, I was up early, planning on getting to work a little early to get caught up some on my duties. I did think about what I wrote last night several times, it just seemed to be there in my mind, but not front and center. Three times I got an email from her, all pictures of attractive females with long blonde hair. I looked at them carefully, but then got back to work. Later after lunch the EEOC returned this time with lawyers and injunctions. More than a few of our supervisors were removed from the building, new people were put in their place and we tried to resume normal operations. Well it was a thought, but chaos resulted, the new people in charge decided to shorten work days and sent everyone home two hours earlier. I had no idea what the reasoning was, I was already nearly a week behind in my work, now this.

I always took a bus to and from work, so I made my way to the stop and boarded. Part way home I decided to visit the mall before heading home. I needed to think about my future, it was not looking bright at the moment, and the likelihood of it getting better was very dismal. I walked around the mall some, even the small satellite center behind the mall. I ran into a beauty salon midway in the center. I suddenly felt an attraction to go there, no reason specifically, just a feeling that they could help. I had to wait in line, several people ahead of me. As I was waiting one of the customers that had some work done came up to check out and pay.

She looked very nice, but when she spoke her voice was similar to mine in tone. I watched as she paid, her clothes and hairstyle looked feminine, although her voice might be otherwise. She left as one of the technicians came up to me wanting to know how she could help. I pointed to the departing customer, and told her hair like that. I was taken by the hand and led back to the back, already my mind was trying to figure out why I had said that. I was male and didn’t want a head of feminine hair, especially that blonde color. The technician explained what she could do for me along the lines I had mentioned. She stood there waiting for an answer from me.

I simply replied long blonde hair, that sounded familiar to me but I could not connect where and when. Since I said no more, she gave me a possibility and I agreed. She would dye my hair a medium blonde, then trim it into a nice style that would be easy to upkeep. For some reason that sounded good, and I missed what that might entail regarding my looks. I laid back in the chair as my hair was washed and conditioned, then the dye was applied. A few thoughts were crisscrossing in my mind, one of the most prominent was long blonde hair is appealing. I wonder where I remembered that from.

Two hours later and a stint under the dryer to dry my curls, she finished my style and applied some hair spray. She turned me to face the mirror and I smiled, a face very similar to the local female broadcaster smiled back, so appealing. I paid up front and resumed my trip home. As I entered the house my Mother was the first to see me, quickly holding her hands over her mouth and running off to get sis. I presume she likes my new look and wants sis to see it to.

When Sis emerged a few minutes later, she was all smiles. She complimented me on my hair, the color and the curls. Mom just stood back and watched what was going on. We all helped finish dinner and I washed and cleared the dishes afterwards. I had a lot of thinking to do so I made my way to my room. I slipped my shoes off, undid my belt and got comfortable. I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling as if the answers to my problems are written there.

Sis and I did talk some that night, mainly about my job and what was happening there. I gave up and went to bed after the third yawn in less than ten minutes. I brushed my hair a little pinning it in a curly bun like the stylist at the salon had instructed. Then slipped on a t-shirt and climbed under the covers.

The morning came all too soon, I did get a shower in being careful to keep my new hairstyle dry. When I got back to the bedroom some clothes were laid out on my bed. A pants blouse combo similar to what the news anchor wore on TV. Also some underwear to go with the outfit. I hesitated at the underwear, but after trying my boxers with the pants, I removed the pants and the boxers and slipped on the underwear. I did the same with the blouse, not realizing it was a blouse and cut differently to fit better with a female’s breasts. Blouse back off and I struggled to get the bra on, the clasp at the back quite a problem for me. When I slipped the blouse back on it looked and fit a lot better.

I played with my hair like the stylist showed me yesterday, getting it somewhat like it was when I left the salon yesterday. I picked up my keys and wallet looking for a pocket to put them in. Since the pants had none, I saw a small purse on the bed, that matched my clothing, so I put my items in it and headed for the kitchen. Again an astonished look from Mom, a smirk from Sis and with a piece of toast in my hand I hurried out the door to catch my bus. I was still a block away when I saw the bus pull up. I hurried, the shoes I had slipped on that morning a little harder to walk in. To my amazement the bus driver waited for me, I thanked him profusely, while he muttered anything for a pretty lady.

When I got to work, the EEOC were already there, interviewing every employee, my time with them coming up. When my new supervisor introduced me to the group I was referred to as Marla. The name sounded pleasant, much better than my previous name of Mark. I was asked a lot of questions, but only had answers for a few that were asked me. Quite often I lost focus on what was being asked, playing with my hair and thinking of my next time at the salon more important at the time. I just sighed, what did they expect I was a natural blonde.

They finished with my interview and by lunch they were gone. The employee that had introduced me as Marla thanked me profusely for me showing up female. They still were in trouble but my apparent female presence helped to lessen the overall impact of their actions against the company. I was told my personnel records had been changed to reflect my gender change and that I was now a female employee of the company. To reward me for my action I am being promoted to a supervisory position effective tomorrow morning. I was thrilled at the promotion but something deep in my memory still bothered me. I did manage to catch up some on my work, and left the office for the ride home with a small smile on my face. The ride home seemed quicker than usual then I walked the block to our house.

Sis met me at the door wanting to know how things went today. I told her about my promotion and that they finally recognized my worth as a female employee of the company. She swallowed hard, then led me to her room. She sat me down and explained what all she done to me to cause the changes in my mind. She played a video of out first meeting with me writing out the phrase and her numerous mentions of females with blonde hair. The she showed me the emails she had sent me, to finish setting the idea in my head. She had nothing to do with me going into the salon, but she was sure I was acting on her suggestions that she had implanted in my mind. She explained about the blueberries and nuts, how they help imprint things spoken or written on the mind when eaten during the suggestions. She had detailed all of this so she could use it for her Phd dissertation.

She was sorry for trying her experiment on me without my full knowledge, but wanted to see if her ideas might work in the real world. She told me that since things have changed at my work I might have to stay in the role for quite some time. The federal government does not take lightly to being lied to, and since I had been interviewed as a female employee known as Marla if I changed now I would essentially be caught in a lie to them.

I had no idea of what to do, this was all so foreign to me, even though she showed me proof of it happening, I was still dubious of the fact. Total realization never did come to me, I continued on with work now a supervisor with employees to watch over. My salon time was important to me, Friday afternoons after work set aside for me. I stayed a blonde, not sure why but any suggestion of me changing my hair color quickly dismissed.

The situation at work did stabilize, I have been promoted twice now, now head of this division. Sis does keep an eye on me, always interested in what I am doing and how things are at work. I do have an inordinate desire for blueberries and nuts, eating them whenever I can get my hands on them.

Sis did get her PhD, although I was never shown her dissertation paper. I guess she gave up on her crazy theory, finally realizing there was no chance of it working. To this day I have never got the phrase long blonde hair is quite appealing out of my mind, not sure quite why.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Catherine: A Princess With Earrings

Catherine: A Princess With Earrings

I had the day off, promising to go with my sister and her daughter to the mall. It was her daughter’s birthday and she had been promised as a gift to get her ears pierced. According to Sis, Haley had been so excited, barely talking of anything else. Greg, her husband, had to use their car today for a business meeting so I was drafted to give them a ride and preserve peace in this part of the free world. Haley came running up to my car as soon as I drove up the driveway, then had to run back and get her Mom moving in my direction.

Laura was smiling as Haley tried everything in her power to get headed in the direction of the mall. I got a huge hug from Haley, thanking me for offering to take her to the mall. She was literally bouncing in the seat as I pulled out into traffic. The closer we got to the mall, though she seemed to quiet down. Laura looked my direction at the last stoplight and mouthed nervous. Now that the mall was getting closer her fear was escalating. When we got out at the mall and started the long walk to the jewelry store Haley was glued to my arm, both arms wrapped around my arm and squeezing it to death.

As we made it to the jewelry store she was now right next to me, still holding my arm in a death grip. Laura told the saleslady that Haley was here to get her ears pierced, and the lady tried to take Haley’s hand to lead her to the piercing chair they had set up in the front of the store. But Haley would not let go of me, so we both ended up next to the chair. I tried to lean down and whisper to Haley that it would only hurt for a couple of minutes and then pointed to all of the beautiful earrings she would now be able to wear.

Well that only made her grab me even tighter. The lady suggested that Haley sit in my lap and she could then pierce her ears and still be able to hug her security blanket. I realized that I indeed was her security blanket, I tried to get Laura to switch places, but Haley wanted nothing to do with that idea. I sat in the chair then rearranged Haley on my lap, both of her arms hanging on to something of mine. The saleslady set out her equipment and loaded the gun with Laura’s choice of earrings for Haley. Then Haley turned toward me and started crying, she was pressed as close as she could get to my chest, with her hands around my neck.

I didn’t want this to go on all day, so I mouthed help to Laura. Laura smirked and leaned closer suggesting that I get my ears pierced, to show Haley what it is all about. My jaw dropped, at first, but maybe it would work and we could move on. I nodded and Laura went off in search of the perfect set of earrings for me. Sis has always been a little devious in our dealings with each other, nothing serious but usually resulting in me getting the short end of the stick eventually.

Her biggest deception was when she asked me to be her Maid of Honor when she got married. Of course, I immediately balked at the idea, but she has a way of wearing you down, so for her wedding I was indeed her Maid of Honor. I was spared the ordeal of wearing a dress, but a pink tuxedo would come close to being just as humiliating as a dress. She did talk me into wearing silky undergarments, ladies shoes and a little makeup though. I received several compliments on my appearance and had to dance with several gentlemen that day at the reception. Other than that the fallout was minimal, although way too many pictures were now showing up among friends and family highlighting my appearance that day. I am sure most of them would end up in scrapbooks someday, immortalizing that fateful day.

She returned from her quest for my earrings, holding the pair in her hand so I could not see what she had picked. I closed my eyes, and got Haley to sit up so the saleslady could get to my ear lobes easier. A second gun was loaded with my earrings and after marking where they would go the saleslady held the gun up to my ear and pulled the trigger. I felt it, but other than a male now having earrings it was a not a big deal. The clasps were added to the back of the earring securing them in place. Then the other ear and I was now sporting earrings in both ears.

Haley had watched me getting pierced and soon straightened up so she could get her ears pierced. She did not loosen her hold on my body though, my poor arm will never be the same. Two clicks and soon the ordeal of getting her ears pierced was over. Haley had a huge smile on her face as the lady held up a mirror so Haley could see her new earrings. Then I felt the saleslady add something to my earrings, wondering what she had added. I glanced in the mirror, then gave Laura a scathing stare.

The usual stud that was used to pierce ears was there, but from a small ring at the bottom of the stud was a dangle, hooked to that ring and swaying to and fro against my neck. The dangle had small diamonds along loops of silver wire, mixed with amethyst stones, my birth stone.

Laura had paid for the ear piercing and the earrings, and she led us away farther down the mall. One of the anchor stores had a huge beauty salon, and that is where we ended up at. Laura told their receptionist that Haley was here for her appointment. I remembered now Laura mentioning that Haley’s birthday party was to be at the place where I worked later that evening.

I worked at a party store, where we specialized in doing elaborate birthday parties. I think Laura mentioned that Haley had selected a Princess party, one of our most popular. I was glad I was off today, Although I usually handled the male birthday parties, I was sure I would be roped into helping with Haley’s. The lady came up front to get Haley, but again she wouldn’t let go of me. One more sigh and I was seated in a chair next to Haley as she had her hair washed and conditioned. She never did let go of me entirely, at least one hand grabbing on to something of mine.

Laura was watching what was going on, that stupid smirk of hers evident now. Sure enough another tech came up, leaned my chair back and started washing my hair. The sighs kept coming, but both Haley’s and my hair were worked on by the techs. When they started putting curlers in Haley’s hair I felt the same being done to mine. I looked for Laura, she just smiled and mouthed go along with it. So after the curlers were all put in our hair, we were moved to a couple of dryers right next to each other. As the warm air dried our hair the same techs started working on our nails. I didn’t even look for Laura, I am sure she is having a ball at my expense, but at least Haley seems to be happy.

Yes, I ended up with long tapered nails painted in Princess Pink nail polish. My hair was removed from the curlers, then styled into an updo, something a princess might wear to a party. Haley and I were now a perfect match, only my male clothes spoiling the effect.

That was also soon handled as two fancy ball gowns were brought out and placed side by side. Haley only had to step into hers after slipping out of her dress. The buttons at the back of the dress were done up. A cute pair of kitten heels were added to her feet then some makeup, mainly for her eyes and lips. Meanwhile I was stripped out of my male clothes, then what little body hair I had managed to grow over my twenty-six years on this planet were creamed off. Breasts glued to my chest, then panties, a bra and slip were added before my dress was stepped into. Of course heels were needed, a princess can’t be seen wearing flats. I had no idea why I went along with everything, I guess in for a penny, in for a pound seemed somewhat relevant now.

Of course, Laura showed up at this time, her smirk now ear to ear. As she led us back to her car, she told me I could help at the party tonight. I had no wish to appear at work dressed like a princess, but since Laura was now driving I guess it is my apparent fate. When we got to the party store, I saw nothing but lots of princesses, all attired like Haley and me.

I noticed a careful scrutiny was given me from Ginny, my store manager, then a huge smile appeared on her face. This was not good for me, Ginny although quite a good boss, was all company orientated. If it benefited the company she endorsed it wholeheartedly.

I did help with setting up the party, as Laura and some of the other mothers tried to handle the mass of Princesses. Ginny appeared, walking up to me and fastened a name badge on my dress. It stated Resident Princess Catherine with a picture of me in the corner of the badge. I blushed but there was too many princesses around to argue with Ginny. If I had known that would be my only job from that day on I might have handled things differently.

It was a great success, every one in attendance seemed happy and pleased with the party. Three hours later the party wound down, the young girls playing with some of the gifts Haley received for her birthday while a few of us tried to tidy up the mayhem that was evident in the party room.

As we made our way to the door, Ginny caught me and told to come in tomorrow dressed in the same outfit, another Princess party scheduled for tomorrow. I tried to decline but had a feeling that the changes to my nails, hair and body would prevent a male presentation. For one thing the false breasts that had been shoved into the bra before I donned the Princess dress seemed attached to me now, a finger of mine trying to move it on my chest having no luck in doing so.

As we walked out to Laura’s car, Haley thanked me for making her day special, wanting to know if she could call me Aunt Jean since I made such a pretty female. Then she got closer to me, asking that I might forgive her for tricking me into getting my ears pierced, she was never nervous, but Laura wanted her to fake being nervous so I would get my ears pierced too. Another look in the direction of Laura, that same smirk even now more evident.

I had been manipulated by the best, but then I did have fun at Haley’s party this afternoon, something I seldom experienced at work these days. I never did get out of the Princess dresses, now I am the official reigning Princess of the party store, the most requested type of party we offer. Laura had fun throwing out all of my male clothes, although the type of dresses she replaces them with are so feminine. I even have went on a date with a fellow co-worker, he knows of my true gender but sees me only as a happy Princess.

I eventually replaced Ginny as store manager, she being promoted to district supervisor. We are currently the number one party store in the chain averaging three parties a day every day of the week. At thirty years of age I am also the youngest store manager in the chain. I never looked back, fate or karma, it doesn’t make any difference the reason. I am happy and it all started with getting my ears pierced. Just think wearing earrings and being a princess, what more could a gurl want.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Sunday, June 30, 2024

Brianna; Sex As a Female

 Brianna; Sex As a Female

Deanna and I have been married for all of three years. At the start, our relationship was primarily the sex we had together. The several dates we had before I asked her to marry me were so hot, most of the time lasting till the early morning hours, that is the sex not particularly the date itself. In fact, seldom was there anything that would signify us being on a real date. No meals out, no dancing, no club scene, just meet up, find a spot to have sex and go at it.

We tried every position we could think of, and changed the locale of the sexual escapade as often as we thought up of a new place to engage in our sexual activities. We did it in a park nearing sunset, in the back of a van, on our porch overlooking the neighborhood, and of course every room in the house. We even indulged in frolicking on the beach, although it was a somewhat rainy day, so there were not many others there.

Eventually Deanna tired of the constant intercourse, now only wanting to do the deed once a week. However I was still gung ho, often thinking of some excuse on my way home from work to encourage her to agree to my wishes. I bought her flowers, candy, lingerie anything to make her feel guilty and wanting to indulge my desires. It worked for awhile then she saw through what I was doing and removed all of my credit cards except one that we used exclusively for the car. After a particularly rough week I almost pleaded with her to humor me, she just smiled and kissed me, then scurried off to bed. I hoped after I took my bath she might change her mind, but when I appeared at bedside, she was dressed in pajamas, her hands, face and legs covered in moisturizing cream.

Recently, I had ended up taking cool baths, hoping to ease some of the yearning my body was expressing with regards to sex. The chilled water obviously not working tonight.

It had been almost two weeks since we last had intercourse and I was getting desperate. I though about masturbating but it did not quiet my desires like sex did. I actually got down on my knees and begged for some relief. She smirked, but did think about it. Apparently she had come up with an idea, thought about it for a minute or two, then told me to be sure and come straight home from work tomorrow and she will take care of my needs. I should have been wary of her, the smile she was sporting was huge and I suspected something devious from her. My erection only heard the part about tomorrow and being taken care of, anything else was simply ignored.

I called her cell phone while at lunch, she was out shopping for me, words that were intermingled with a few giggles. I felt better, now most likely to actually make it till quitting time. I felt sure I would get some relief tonight, the long dry spell a thing of the past.

In my effort to get home quickly, I must have broke every land speed record on the way there, arriving exactly fifteen minutes and thirty two seconds after leaving work. I almost ran to the door, then fumbled with my keys to get it unlocked. I ran up the stairs, hoping Deanna was in our bedroom. As I entered the bedroom the image she presented almost causing me a heart attack. Her hair piled high on her head, makeup sultry and bold and a next to nothing baby doll nightie on her gorgeous body. She was in heels, but my focus was on her female sex. The baby doll nightie had no corresponding panties, her slit naked and seemingly dripping with moisture.

She walked over to me, swaying her butt seductively. I was undressed and then laid on the bed on my back. I didn’t care if I was on bottom or on top as long as I got a chance at the promised land. Junior was hard, very hard and pointing at the sky. She kissed my eyes, causing me to close them and moan in lust. I felt her hands on my arms as she moved them above my head. Then I heard a loud click and found I could not move them back.

I opened my eyes in surprise, we have played a time or two with some bondage games, but not recently. She was moving to my feet, securing them the same way. I was now trapped on the bed, naked as the day I was born, my little fella huge and still pointing skyward. She moved out of my sight for a few moments, then reappeared with a bag in her hands. She pressed the bag against my groin, the chilling cold felt all the way to my bones. She held it there as I tried to move away from her. This was not what I wanted, far from it. I tried to tell her that, but she just wadded up a pair of her panties and when I opened my mouth to protest again they were stuffed inside. I tried to push them out with my tongue, but the piece of tape she had placed over my mouth stopped that from happening.

She then laid a cloth over my eyes, and now I was in darkness, her hands still playing with my little fella. He was cold, and still shriveling, trying his best to avoid the cold sensations that were all around him. I felt he couldn’t get much smaller, the area now numb and the cold still just as bad. I tried to figure out why she was doing this to me, but now my mind was having difficulty processing anything, the cold numbness seeming to spread through my whole body now.

I felt her hands move the cold away from my little fella, but he was still shriveling trying to find a warm spot to be in. I think I felt her hands again, but I wasn’t sure since the whole area seemed numb and frozen. I heard a click, then a tight feeling around my male member. I was trying my best to communicate with her, my mmmph being ignored. Deanna was still moving things around and soon I felt something wet being spread over the area. She held something over the area then pressed against my shriveled organ, and then a warm current of air now flowing over the area. When the warm air quit, I still felt the tightness, but it seemed now further back in my groin. I was trying to figure out what she had done, but my mind was still not functioning properly, if at all.

She leaned in close to my face, telling me to be quiet and she will explain what she has done. The panties, which had filled my mouth were removed but I was left still secured to the bed. The cloth over my eyes was removed and I quickly looked down at my groin to see if I still had a male organ. The area was now flat and centered in the space my penis had been in a few minutes ago was a slit, with two puffy lips surrounding it. I then realized I was now exactly like Deanna down there. As soon as that thought made it to my conscious mind, I fainted. Deanna was laying next to me when I came around kissing me on the face and neck and giggling away. She made sure I stayed conscious, then explained what she had done, all the while her finger was probing my new sex organ.

We are going to trade places for the next month, I am going to be the male in the relationship and you will now be the female. I will be wanting to have sex with you as often as you wanted to have sex with me, but our positions will be reversed. I will show you what you have to do to prepare yourself and you will have to provide the place where I can insert my penis in you. Any complaint of any kind from you and I will add a week to your time as my wife and sex provider. There is no debate on this, you have come to the conclusion that sex is your privilege and that your partner should provide it when you desire it. We will see after a while if you still feel that way.

Before you ask, your penis has been secured in a chastity device and glued back between your legs to stay out of harm’s way. A silicone vagina has been glued over it to give the male what he desires to stick his member in. That male is now me, and as she turned to face me I saw a huge dildo protruding from her formerly flat groin. My mouth opened in awe, then I tried to back away from her, not remembering that I was still flat on my back and secured to the bed. She got closer to me laying by my side, her penis touching my bare leg. I felt like it was burning a hole in me, and I wiggled and struggled trying to put as much distance between the two of us.

She then swung her leg over me and now was holding herself over me, her penis just inches from my new pussy. I was frantically trying to avoid this, but she just leaned down and kissed me, a passionate kiss rivaling any that we have shared in the past. She lowered herself some, her penis touching my slit. With her weight now on me I found I was trapped, not able to move away from her. Then just as suddenly she stopped, stood up and released me from my bonds. I was dragged to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, then handed a bottle of douche and told how to use it to clean my pussy for sex. When it was handed to me I dropped it, but she persisted and soon it was inserted in my new pussy and she squeezed the bottle, my new pussy now bathed in the douche. It felt funny as some of it ran out of my new opening, but she continued with the douche until the bottle was empty.

I don’t think I could be any more embarrassed than I was now, but I soon found it was entirely possible. I was handed another bottle and had to repeat the procedure myself. I was red faced, embarrassed, and definitely not feeling very masculine right now. Once most of the liquid ran out of me she had me wipe and then dragged me back to the bedroom. I tried to resist, fearing what may come next. Sure enough I was laid on the bed and she climbed on top of me, her ever present erection way too close to my now sweet smelling douched pussy. She played with my nipples, just the same way I had played with hers in the past. Erotic kisses on my neck and face, then she lowered herself until her erection pushed up against my pussy lips.

I swallowed hard, but couldn’t get any leverage to avoid her intended action. All the time I was mouthing no, please no sex. She focused on getting her urges taken care of, like I had been in the past. I took a deep breath and she slid her erection deep into my pussy. I could feel her penis rubbing against my trapped male organ deep inside, and the pleasant feelings it was producing. She pumped up and down a few times then I felt something warm and sticky flood my new pussy. Did she just ejaculate in my pussy? Can’t be but the warm sticky liquid oozed out of my new slit some, and ran down my leg. Just like when I spurted in her when having sex.

At that instant I wished I could faint, I tried hard to but my body was not cooperating. With liquid oozing out of my slit, and her male organ still deep in my pussy, I felt so humiliated. The feelings it was creating attacking my poor mind, leaving it in shambles. Then just like I have done to her countless times she lays on me, keeping me from getting up and handling several problems. She kissed me passionately, played with my nipples, then probed my mouth with her tongue. All the time my frustration was mounting, I definitely was not liking where this was going. Instead of trying to see what she was trying to show me, I demanded she get off me and clean me up. I got a giggle, then she did get off me and raced for the bathroom, locking the door behind her. I made it to the bathroom door, dripping all the way. She opened the door for a second and handed me a tampon to use. I couldn’t push open the door, with my one hand over my pussy trying to slow down the dripping. I ran back to the bed, sat on the edge and tried to figure out how to insert the tampon. Eventually I managed, the feeling as it slid in to my pussy was weird, like being fucked by a much smaller penis. I actually felt it swell inside of me, another new experience.

She eventually left the bathroom as I hurried past her. I sat to relieve myself, but had to remove the tampon first. She pushed the door open and looked at me, wanting to see the expression on my face. With way too much enthusiasm she told me to wash the area well, then insert another tampon, to help contain the liquid till my shower in the morning. With a smirk she waltzed back to the bed and laid down, her penis still standing tall. I eventually came to bed walking a little funny and feeling humiliated. Then to make matters even more frustrating she rolled over facing me, her penis rubbing against my leg. Almost exactly like I have done to her many times in the past. I laid in the bed all night, but I really doubted I managed much sleep. I remember closing my eyes often, but the gender role switch never far from my thoughts. I would shudder when I thought of how long this reversal was for, hoping I could talk some sense into her tomorrow.

The next morning I got up out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, a shower was my goal. I looked at the shower stall seeing the handle for the door missing. I tried my best to pry it open but no such luck. I imagine I could fetch a tool from the garage and get it open, but that would require me to go to the garage. Dressed in a baby doll nightie I was not about to venture out of the house. I had no idea when the baby doll nightie was slipped on me, enough things going on last night to cloud any coherent thoughts.

So I turned around to the only other means of getting clean and turned on the water. I stood there trying to figure out how I was going to get the tampon out of me and then wash myself down there in the tub. I managed somehow, but had to drain the tub and refill it after washing my new female sex. I was not sure what was in the cum she deposited in me last night, but it was sure sticky and gooey. Finally clean and not dripping any more I made my way to the bedroom. I opened my closet door and groaned. All of my male clothes were missing, only one outfit to wear, a next to nothing sundress that would leave most of my body exposed. There were other nighties there, but I was still expecting to have to go to work. I turned and called out to Deanna as she appeared in the doorway. She giggled at my naked appearance wanting to know how she could help. I mouthed work, but she just shook her head at me. You are on vacation for a month, your only job is to be there when I want sex, and to provide a clean sweet smelling place for me to stick my penis. Of course, some kisses and a pair of breasts so that I can play before we have sex would be nice.

Speaking of that, I have noticed you are not equipped with the right equipment upstairs, the appointment this morning will take care of that. So either put on the sundress or a nightie and I will drop you off at the salon. I stood there, a dumb look on my face. She approached me, massaged my nipples then started leading me to the front door.

I protested, but she stopped and pointed to my closet. I got the hint and quickly retrieved the sundress. I had to have help in getting it on, then when she closed the zipper behind me I felt trapped. I was again led toward the front door, the only clothing on my body was the stupid sundress. I was given a pair of flip flops for my feet but that was all. I manged to hold on to the door frame for a few moments as she tried to drag me out of the house. Didn’t work as I was led to her car and deposited in the passenger seat.

On to the salon a twenty minute trip with me hyperventilating all the way. She did have to drag me inside, I was sure I didn’t want to have any part of this part of her plan, but dressed as I was there was little I could do to stop her. As we neared the back of the salon I put my brakes on trying to avoid going any further into the salon. She just stepped behind me and unzipped my sundress letting it fall off my arms to the floor.

Well naked or into one of the rooms required no further thought I dashed for the door to the room and hurried in. Several ladies were waiting for me, giggling up a storm as they grabbed my wrists and helped me onto a table specially reserved for me. I was strapped down and they started applying a cream to the front of my body, focusing on my chest. Several different breast forms were held up against my skin to see if the skin color matched. They were all huge in my opinion, but the size I would be given was not up to me to decide. After the cream was removed along with what little body hair I had managed to grow over the years, they were securely glued to my chest right above my nipples. The glue is semi-permanent, so I would not have to worry about them coming loose. A special solvent is the only way they will come off, requiring another visit to the salon. I was so wrapped up in the fact that I now had breasts I didn’t even listen to the semi-permanent part of the glue. That info relayed again to me later, a reminder of sorts.

The image in the mirror a few feet in front of me confirmed what I feared, a female in looks, with no masculine features left on my body. Even though my hair was short, the look was still feminine, even my face now resembled a young female. They did get around to removing the little hair on my backside, more of the cream and soon it was gone. I was then moved out into the salon, among the other customers, a brief sexy robe my only clothing. There they worked on my hair, added long extensions to my nails and did my makeup. Now my image was sexy female, my breasts peeking out of the robe particularly sexy and inviting.

I immediately thought of my wife with her erect penis, fearing my new looks will only make matters worse between us. I still could close my eyes and feel her penis going deeper into my vagina, filling me up and eventually leaving me with a deposit of sticky gooey cum.

When they had finished with me, I would easily qualify as the wife in the relationship. Deanna grabbed my hand and led me away, mumbling something about calling her Dean, and wanting to know if I was hungry. She made sure that I knew sex burned up calories, wanting me able to go the whole afternoon while she was having her way with me. I may have been a little hungry, but the thought of having Dean having his way with me all afternoon kept me a little nauseous. Back home I was sent to the bathroom, several bottles of douche in my hands. She checked on me often, wanting to make sure I was not delaying the intended sexual encounter. Each time she peeked in the door to check on me, her dildo was apparent, hard and maybe even bigger than last night.

Once out of the bathroom, I was placed on the bed, with her on top of me quickly. A knee on each side of my legs preventing an escape, her huge erection hovering right above my new slit. I tried to plead with her, but a finger placed on my lips stopped that. She did mention that if I persisted in complaining she had a pair of panties ready for my mouth, along with adding two extra weeks as her sex toy. Needless to say I kept quiet, a whole month of being her sex toy already more than I thought I could handle.

Her dildo never relaxed, unlike my penis after he got his jollies off. Four hours later I was still impaled on her dildo, with her laying on me to make sure I could not escape. Then to make matters worse she eased off me, suggesting that I make us some dinner, after I inserted a tampon, she did not want me dripping on the kitchen floor. I apparently did not move fast enough for her, a playful swat on the butt that I felt for quite some time was swiftly delivered. Then she followed me to the bathroom to make sure I inserted a tampon, before heading to the kitchen. During the afternoon I received several loads of the sticky goo, it was dripping out of me but at a much slower rate. Already, I can sympathize with a female’s point of view, although the sex is enjoyable, all of the secondary effects are a real pain in the ass to deal with. Just think a whole month of this, providing I don’t get time added to my penance.

Gawd, did I just admit to enjoying sex as a female. Well when she is in me all the way I fill so full, a little movement on my part and the dildo rubbing against junior adds to the sticky goo already there. I wonder if after a month it will even be possible to revert to our previous sex roles. From the smiles on her face when she is penetrating me, I doubt she will be happy to be on the receiving end again.

After the first week she did slow down some, now sex every other day is enough for her. I was given a name too, her calling me Brian will just not do when she is deep inside me and tugging on my nipples. From that day forward I was called Brianna. Now she was bringing me flowers or candy every night to make sure I would be in the mood. I did get into the role more, making dinner in the early afternoon after cleaning the house some and doing a couple loads of laundry. When it was time for her to get home all I had to do was warm the food, and serve it. Clean up always had to wait until the following morning, Dean had other plans for his wife, and they involved a bed and a wife getting fucked often and well.

On the days he wanted to rest some I still have to lay there as he probes my slit and plays with my nipples. For a breast form the nipples were quite realistic, with me feeling every touch of his fingers. Of course the dildo is ever present, when not in me it is usually rubbing my leg, keeping me distracted and dare I say horny.

Somewhere along the way, the four week time restraint was forgotten, and my job was done away with. Now I am a full time housewife and sex provider for my husband. I don’t miss my old job, lots to do in keeping up the house. I even got pretty good at taking care of the house, a schedule for each day to make sure during a week’s time all would be handled properly. In actuality the chores did keep my mind off of the constant sex and her playing with my breasts.

I do receive two salon appointments each week, to keep me pretty, a must for a stay at home wife. Junior never made it out of his camouflage, still there but only reachable with her dildo as she penetrates me. A more realistic breast was created, sucked from my body and so sensitive, the nipples always proud and standing out yearning to be touched.

Among other things my wardrobe expanded, mainly dresses suitable for a housewife. Lingerie included, lots of bras, panties, stockings and other assorted items to keep my hubby hard and willing to tend to my needs. Well maybe all of those things were not necessary to keep him interested in me, but I liked wearing them so there.

A more fundamental task was to be ready to please my hubby as soon as he gets home. A dress or a nightie is required, never with panties since they always get in the way. I am sure the tampon and douche sales have spiked recently in our area, he does like me sweet smelling, and insists that I not drip all over the floor afterwards. I may never get used to douching, but it is one requirement that he insists on.

With dinner ready and warm tonight, I dressed in one of my nighties, added a little perfume then waited at the door for his arrival. Sometimes we eat right away, other times it is right to the bedroom and my seeing to.

Looking back I am quite content in my role, wife, lover and whatever else that might be necessary. Brianna, a switch to the female gender that now seems just perfect for me. Anything for Dean, my loving hubby.

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