Suzi: Dress Code Surprise

Suzi: Dress Code Surprise

I have been with the company for six years, having first joined their ranks right after I graduated college. I worked myself up through the company through a lot of hard work and persistence. The business started out selling hair care products, back when that segment of the economy was gaining in popularity. Now we sell a full range of beauty products both for the female and the male including several lines of cosmetics.

Males and females trying to make progress in the business world are realizing how important appearance is in achieving their goals. It started mainly with females, as more ladies challenged the glass ceiling that had been in effect for years. What they ran into was a version of good ole boys club. Now appearance and who you know and were friends with got you promoted, how you did your job was no longer a primary consideration.

The females in the workforce watched the males protect their turf by promoting and advancing males to any upper level job, whether they were qualified or not. Well if it works for the male it will work for the distaff side of the gender as well.

Like their counterparts when a female got promoted she looked to her fellow females when another position came up for filling. It caught on and soon the females had made a considerable sized beachhead and were adding to their ranks daily. Of course, the males seeing what was happening decided they better get their act together, before they too fell to the ever growing amount of female oriented employers.

In companies where the males still held the top positions, new rules and guidelines were passed making it more difficult for the female to stay working for the company. One of their favorite weapons was the dress code. By making the rules for what one could wear to the office more stringent a lot of female employees decided it was not worth the aggravation and quit, exactly what the males desired. Then some employees decided to challenge the dress codes in court, mainly on the pretext that one group of employees could not be singled out to wear a certain type of apparel. The courts backed them up and soon dress codes were made universal, applying to all employees of the business no matter what gender or age.

In the case of our company we had went through all of these scenarios, five different dress codes over the last six years. We had one in effect now, but it was worded very loosely with no one bothering to enforce any part of it. That all changed on the first of July, 2000.

I was one of the first employees to get to work that day, just my nature, not because I had stuff to do or wanted to get ahead. I had trouble signing in so I could access my email and then get to work. Fifteen minutes later I managed to get signed in and the first email was about a new dress code.

Okay, here we go again, then I saw the previous email. Our main competition announcing that our company has been bought out by them effective six A.M. this morning. Not the best way to find out about your company being bought out.

Our top level management have been replaced or resigned, their management team now in charge. It was signed S. Townsend CEO of Beautiful Female You Inc., apparently our new business name. I was worried since I had just been promoted a year ago to buy and manage the several cosmetic lines we were carrying. I checked with the couple of coworkers that had showed up, they were just as shocked as I was. Natalie my cubicle mate had been reading the dress code email, giggling away at its contents. She had been here as long as I had, so had been through the previous dress codes and their eventual demise. With the smirk of all smirks on her face she suggested that I might want to take a look at the email about the dress code more closely.

I opened up the email and read the first three paragraphs and laid my head on the desk and groaned. It contents was aimed at any males that might be working for the new company listing the new dress code for all employees. The all was underlined, with a short sentence following having the dress code going into effect July third at opening of business eight A.M. EST. Any employee failing to comply will be dismissed immediately for cause.

The dress code was very specific; skirts or dresses were to be worn at all times, blouses that buttoned up the back only, heels of at least four inches worn over seamed stockings, mascara and lipstick at all times applied over a suitable foundation, and two sets of pierced earrings, one set of studs and one set of dangle earrings that came at least two inches lower than the bottom of the earlobe. Hair was to be highlighted, and in a curly hairstyle not hindered by any scrunchie, barrette, or any other type of hair accessory. Hair length was to be at least to the shoulder blades, although longer is favored and allowed.

The last line of the code was in bold print. Panties and bras are required, at all times, the bra to be underwired or the push me up style and the panties to be thongs. This will keep reminding us that we are female, beautiful females and of what we sell to help others attain their desires and wishes beauty wise. Then another paragraph of how important the appearance of our employees were to our customers, since Beautiful Female You is not only our name but our goal in life.

Since there were very few male employees left in the company, I doubt if the dress code will make much of a ripple on day to day business. I am sure a few females will be unhappy about a few of the rules but since they dress in variations of these items anyway, not something to get really upset about. I can imagine the talk around the company of the males that choose to remain and their first days in required dress code outfits. A sight to look forward to, that is for sure.

However, in my case the ripple is more like a tsunami. I locked my keyboard and headed to my bosses office. She apparently heard me coming down the hall calling me in before she could even see who it was. She pointed to the chair in front of her desk, now I wasn’t so sure about being here.

Before I could eek out a word she told me it does apply to you, nothing in particular that they are trying to achieve in your case. Ms. Townsend does want her buyers to reflect the company image, so you just happen to be in the right spot at the right time. Now to maybe ease the pain a little in your case she will adjust your salary to help offset the clothes, makeup and beauty services that you will have to have to comply. This is not being done for all males, so consider yourself privileged. Now do you have any more questions?

If not I suggest that you go to this salon and talk to Dallas today if possible. She can help you figure out if this is something you might want to follow through on and advise you on the procedures that are necessary. I was handed the card of the salon, then she waited to see if I had any questions. I just sat there, till she told me to get out, she had other more important things to do besides hold my hand. A huge smile appeared on her face, I managed to close my mouth and then left.

I worked another hour then decided I better see if the salon can help me. Ever since I received the email my mind was trying to decide, do I try and stay or just give up and start all over again? I was afraid that would be the case, starting over somewhere else and having to work myself back up to something worthwhile. The salon wasn’t that far away, but the trip seemed to be like trekking across the country. I tried to picture myself as a female, wearing dresses and makeup every day to do my job. I realized that a real female does this every day, none the worst for doing so. All of the images that managed to materialize in my mind were either comical or just plain laughable. But yet to keep my job I will have to go this route.

I had already heard just before I left the office that quite a few of my male colleagues had resigned, one look at the dress code and they folded. So either I comply or I too will be looking for another job. As I pulled up to the salon, my eyes just about bugged out. The salon was huge, almost as big as our big box grocery store in town. The solid glass front showed the placed crowded, with numerous examples of femininity everywhere you look. Lots of pink was seen, but the gals that worked there were the real show. Dressed in brief frilly dresses, with their hair piled on top of their head in curls they were easy to spot and admire. The place was packed, females everywhere you look. I walked up to their reception area, asked to see Dallas and the gal made a call, then sent me back to an office at the back of the salon. My head was swiveling right and left as I made my way back there.

About half way there, I noticed that a lot of the customers that I thought were female were actually males. A lot of them had their hair in curlers, or were getting their nails done, even some having makeup applied to their faces. In all cases they looked quite feminine, probably undetectable when they were finished. I almost walked past the office door, a taller female grabbing my arm as I was wandering by. She introduced herself and invited me into the office. She answered my first question without me asking it. Yes, ninety percent of the customers in the salon right now are male, but will be leaving the salon as a female. A few will still look a little masculine, their bodies even when feminized still a little too bulky to make a feminine impression. Most though easily pass as females, some of them working as such every day.

Now have a seat and tell me what can I do for you. I told her where I work, as soon as I mentioned the name she smiled. She reached into her top desk and pulled out a sheet with services and prices printed on it. She asked my name, then consulted another list of employees of my company. Sure enough I was on that list, so she marked the sheet with the prices as all services no charge. Apparently she knew of the changes to the dress code and my name was on a list of preferred employees of the company. I asked a little about the changes, Dallas telling me that I needed to go the route of semi-permanent changes since I will be living and working as a female if I stay with the company.

She confessed she was a product of the skills and procedures of the salon. “Do I look like a male in any way or form?” I sat there with my mouth open, wondering if I allowed this will I look as good as she does. In for a penny, in for a pound seemed reasonable so I opted for the works semi-permanent. My stomach was on edge though, my nerves strung tight and my hands sweaty as I uttered those words. They were able to take me right away, though I was not sure that was necessarily a good thing. Maybe I needed the time to think about this some more. I did call back to my boss, telling her I will not be back this afternoon, but will be in tomorrow morning fully dress code compliant.

Soon I was naked on a table in a treatment room and my body hair was being removed. They used a cream, after one application I would never again have any hair below my head. After I was smooth all over I realized how much difference just removing my body hair made in my appearance. I now looked like a flat chested female with something stuck in my groin.

That is where they headed next, my feet put in stirrups and spread wide. The tech working on me must have been quite experienced in getting rid of objects in a male’s groin area, for when I looked down there several minutes later it was gone. Glued back between my legs after my testicles were pushed up into my body. I felt her manipulating my male organ but that was it. A very realistic vulva was added over the top. Hairless, so as to match the rest of my body.

Before I could realize how much that one thing would affect me, she started working on my chest, adding two cups centered over my nipples and glued to my chest. Hoses were added to the cups and a pump was turned on causing some of my tissue to be pulled into the cups right away. The pump was persistent continually pulling tissue into the cups.

I closed my eyes and zoned out, thinking of how all of this is going to impact me in the following days. The first thought to stick in my brain was I now had to sit to urinate, that action never thought of when I was considering all of this. Then the biggie made it to my cerebral cortex. A male will want to stick something in it if given a chance. Maybe a chastity belt might be a good investment. I had dated a female back in college who wore one out of choice, not having to worry if a male got carried away during a date. Maybe she has something there. Having breasts the size of the cups glued to my chest was also disturbing. One look at them by an admirer and suddenly the lower orifice might be worth investigating.

They worked on my hair, my nails and ears then finished with a makeup job that definitely finished off any traces of masculinity I might have had. A basic wardrobe came with the works, mainly dresses, skirts, and blouses. Of course lingerie, a bra and pantie set the first item I put on after the hoses were removed from the cups on my chest. Six hours of sucking had produced some significant breast tissue, more than enough in my opinion. Of course, the tech told me that if I wanted larger hooters, the machine could produce some quite noteworthy appendages. Another look at my present size nestled in the cups of the bra and I think not.

After getting dressed in my first outfit, a flowery print sweater dress I thought that they had surpassed what they did for Dallas, I was just as pretty. A very sobering thought. I signed for my services upfront and then made my way out of the salon. I debated going home or returning to work and sticking my foot in the water. I knew I had lots to learn about being a female, and it seemed my only choice was on the job training. The salon mentioned classes but with my work there was very little opportunity to take them. I made my way home, since there was only an hour left before time to quit.

As I made my way into the office the next morning my boss grabbed my arm wanting to see what was accomplished. I got a serious hug, then she excused herself, she had to make a phone call right away, someone needs to see the new you now. I ventured on down to my office, sat in my chair and sighed. It was the same office, but things seemed so different. Looking out of my mascaraed eyes, seeing some of my hair as it swung alongside of my face made everything so surreal. Not much time to further my observations as my boss came barging in telling me that Ms. Townsend wanted to see me right away. Oh gawd no, after I stuck my neck out and got everything semi-permanent and now I will probably be let go. My boss dragged me to her office, I presume I couldn’t be trusted to find it myself. I was pushed into the room, as she made a hasty retreat to her own office.

I stood there not knowing what to say or do. Ms. Townsend turned around in her chair till she was facing me, then smiled.

I quickly sat down in the first available chair, my ex-girlfriend from college had such a smirk on her face. It was a few minutes before any brain function was possible. S. Townsend was short for Sally Townsend, only at the time she just went with Sally Holcomb. Townsend was her mother’s maiden name, a fact that I just now remembered.

She gave me a little time to compose myself, that smirk never leaving her face. I was asked if I had decided on a name yet, I whispered Suzi which caused quite a fit of giggling from Sally. She told me that she had just got off the phone with Dallas making sure I had made the right choices in my gender transformation. I will have to call back and compliment them on their work, you turned out much better than I had hoped for.

Now my mouth was hanging open, the brain managing to fit a couple of pieces together, figuring out that all of this was planned to get me in the right gender. Looking back the plan was well executed, everybody playing their part perfectly. I still had not managed any words other than what I thought my name should be. I was asked if I had plans for tonight, I shook my head no, then Sally came over and pulled me to my feet and leaned in close while she held my head in her hands. The kiss was slow and sensuous, my immediate reaction was it is getting really hot in here. I hesitated in responding to her kiss, but all of my inner feelings were telling me to give in, this feels so good. I opened my mouth and let her tongue in, the heat in the room almost too much. I swear I was dripping from just this encounter, nipples hard and my new vagina moist and twitching.

The kiss seemed to go on and on, but probably didn’t last more than ten minutes. We both broke off the kiss, needing air and something to drink. We did move to her sofa in the corner as she handed me a bottle of water from her mini fridge. She did take the time to explain her actions once she found out that the company she had just bought last night employed her former boyfriend.

“Ever since we parted in college, I have missed you just not in the female/ male relationship we tried. I often lay awake at night dreaming of you in lingerie cuddled up next to me in a baby doll nightie. Waking up to my love, then ravishing you till it was time to go to work. When I saw your name on the list of employees I went into action. The change in the dress code, forcing you to either change or be without a job. Both choices would make you vulnerable and maybe receptive to another tryst with me, but as a female.”

“Well my karma must be over the top, I get my female love again and you get to experience the world of females from now on. I hope you still want a relationship with me, I am never going to quit trying to make you see things my way. If you leave and I have to buy another company to get what I want I will do it, but it would be so much easier if you will just surrender and be my wife and soulmate. Okay time for the answer, but first a reminder of my love and lust for you.” I was laid back on the sofa and kissed like never before. I tried to say something to her, but my words were stifled by her tongue in my mouth. She let up for air and I screamed yes, and then pulled her tighter to me.

I will always remember that fateful dress code, actually it was only in effect for two days before it was rescinded. The reason for the dress code now handled. I stayed working for three months, but finally quit, the job during the day and my duties in the evening just too much for me to handle. I was hardly getting any sleep and it was getting increasingly difficult to squeeze in my salon appointments. I love Sally almost as much as I love my salon appointments. As a side note, I now own twenty one different baby doll negligees, but am always on the lookout for more.

I did save a copy of the original email about the dress code, folded up and kept in the bottom of my jewelry box. Something to treasure forever.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Loren; Dressing For Success

Loren; Dressing For Success

I had only been at this job for three months, I handled emails from customers seeking a specific product, not found in our catalog. It was my job to point out similar items that might be to their liking. Then research the item they requested finding out if it might fit our product mix. I had to find out who made the product, who was selling it, and the prices it was selling for. This information was then forwarded to my boss for consideration. I added to the return email that our company is considering adding the product, so be sure and get back with us in the near future.

I doubted that I accomplished much, my suggestions of similar items probably ignored by the customer. From my research most of the products that I looked up would not be viable as a product for us, their potential sales not enough to be worth adding the item to our warehouse. It is a simple job, not difficult, my typing skills though coming in very handy.

I learned typing in high school, my typing teacher constantly harping on me, forcing me to learn to type properly. As a result of her intervention my speed of eighty words a minute makes this job a breeze. I owe my typing teacher a debt of gratitude, a skill I didn’t want, that I use every day now.

The company has been making quite a few changes lately, leaving me a little worried for my continued employment. The lack of a strong economy and our diminishing sales had forced them to take the initiative and make a lot of drastic changes. I managed to survive the reduction of the work force, how that happened escapes me. Now they were focusing on changes to the workplace to make it a more enjoyable place to work, according to them.

They hoped that would increase productiveness and persuade well trained employees to stay with the company, saving them more money in the long run. Along with trying to make the employees more comfortable, they had increased the workload, asking each employee to accomplish quite a bit more in their job every day.

Of the fifteen hundred employees, over fourteen hundred are female. Except for a couple of males in the office, one of which is me, the other males all worked in the warehouse, shipping out the orders. Then one of our executives noticed that a lot of companies were splitting up their workers, forming smaller companies with groups of them then sub-contracting their services to the main company. This saved on benefits and gave the company another way of hiding some of the profits, something that was shrinking as the days went by.

So last week all of the male and female shipping employees were separated from the company forming a new entity that sub-contracted the shipping work. That left me and one other male working for the main business, along with thirteen hundred females. All of our executives were female, the one only other male a PA to the CEO of the company. The separation seemed to work out fine, things running smooth right from the start with no interruption.

I noticed a few days later that emails from our bosses tended to be more female oriented, conveniently forgetting the two males among the employees. Bathrooms on our floor of the office were being converted to ladies bathrooms, since the bulk of the employees were female now. In fact, I think they forgot completely about the two lowly males working for them. I know I had to use the one handicap restroom on the main floor, a twenty minute trek to get to it. There is nobody to complain to, my supervisors apparently oblivious to the one male working on the third floor.

Then a new CEO was hired in, I imagine to try and turn the company around. Rumors still had us in declining sales, with not much prospect of the situation getting better. Morale was at an all-time low, the new executive having her hands full from the start. She split up all of the employees into work groups, which held meetings daily to discuss work, areas to focus on and new ideas to get things back to normal.

The idea is a widely used concept in the orient, one that has done wonders for their companies. I was in a group with thirty females, all office workers on my floor. I attended the meetings, but tried to stay inconspicuous. Some of the ladies had some good ideas, they were tried and proved to be quite successful. The ideas were spread to the other work groups and soon there seemed to be a glimmer of hope that things might be turning around some.

My email that morning definitely got my attention. It was headed new dress code. I read with some apprehension that dresses or skirts and blouses were mandated for all employees of the company. No slacks, jeans, or pants were allowed anymore. The change in dress code is to make the office more professional, and establish some working standards that are sorely needed. To ease the financial burden that this might place on some of the employees, a local company has agreed to furnish three complete outfits per employee at no charge, in exchange for some advertising in our catalog and merchandise that they could use in their business.

At the bottom of the email is our individual appointment times to be measured and fitted with our outfits. I swallowed hard, mine is tomorrow morning at eight A.M. I tried to get a hold of my immediate supervisor, this can’t be happening to me. It was a few minutes after quitting time when she eventually called me back, telling me to come to her office as I was leaving the building. I finished closing down my computer, gathered my things and headed to her office.

As I entered her office, she gave me a questioning look, asking me where I worked. I told her that I had just phoned her about the dress code, wanting to know if it applied to me. She asked my name, as I was spelling it for her she typed it into her computer. She repeated it as the info came up on her screen, then listed the info on the file. “Loren Davidson, hired 3/15/2016, email specialist, age 27, unmarried, female.”

I caught my breath suddenly at the last word out of her mouth. “Did you say female just now?” She stared at the screen again, then looked my way. “Yes, you are a single female employee of this company. As to the question about the dress code affecting you. Yes it does, failure to follow the dress code can lead to termination if you fail to follow the published guide lines.”

I tried to point out that I am a male employee, not a female, but she reiterated that the personnel file is correct, and I should attend my clothing appointment in the morning as scheduled. “Now I have other matters to attend to, I will see you after lunch, when you return from your fitting. You should be properly attired as to the terms of the new dress code or I will have to send you home without pay.”

I was in a daze as I made my way to my car. “The company thinks that I am a female, how in the hell am I going to get them to see that I am a male.” One look in the rear view mirror confirmed my predicament. The face and head looked slightly female, with my hair in a high ponytail and some wisps of hair on my forehead like I had bangs, it would not be impossible for somebody to presume that I was a female.

I have dressed fairly masculine since I was hired, pants and polo shirts most days. I have no breasts, in fact, my figure is fairly straight up and down no matter which angle you view me from. My beard is light, but in the afternoon you can definitely see a beard shadow, a definite sign that the employee is male.

I tried to put together how I had been classified as a female on my personnel file. A clerical error, is the only explanation I could come up with. Now I had to decide if I am going to attend the appointment in the morning or face the reality of losing my job. This job had been hard enough to find, I imagine finding a replacement would be almost impossible. Being fired would only add to the problems, so I tried to find some reasons to persuade myself to swallow my pride and show up dressed as a female tomorrow at work.

I fretted about my situation most of the evening, then decided to see where I had to go to get my outfits tomorrow. I had printed the email when it arrived in my inbox. Even when I received the email, I had the feeling in my gut that I would not be able to escape this cruel fate. The name of the place is the Turnabout Gurl Salon, a beauty salon and clothing boutique. The address was another bad omen, only two blocks from our corporate headquarters.

Nothing transpired the rest of the evening to stay my execution the next morning. No phone calls wanting me to be somewhere else tomorrow, no last minute pardon from higher up. Somehow I managed to get asleep, but the dreams left me with an extremely upset stomach the next morning. I skipped breakfast, I am sure anything I ate would not stay down long. The email told all employees to only wear some workout clothes, since the clothing furnished would be business appropriate for use after the appointment.

My stomach doing flip flops as I got up out of bed. I finally ended up leaving last night’s meal in my bathroom, my nerves were on edge and I couldn’t relax. I finally had to leave for the salon, to be able to keep the appointment. I had thought about not going, but my bosses words kept playing through my mind as I left my home. I needed the job too much, too chicken to stand up to them, then have to find another job. I guess the main problem now is how to correct my gender status on my personnel file.

I parked and slowly made my way to the door. After swallowing hard I let out a big sigh and entered the salon. “I am Loren Davidson and I have an appointment this morning made by my employer.” She checked her computer, then found my name and told me someone will be right up to get me. A few minutes later Beth appeared and took my hand to lead me to the back. She had given me a quick head to toe look as she approached me, so I am sure she realizes that I am a male.

In an office in the back of the salon I am shown to a chair in front of an absolutely gorgeous woman. She is talking on the phone to someone, although she stands to shake my hand. I wasn’t trying to listen to her conversation, but when my name got brought up, my ears also perked up. “Yes I am sure, Loren is a male and you have him listed as a female. I know things are chaotic over there, but since when do your executives fail to notice the difference between a male and a female. Surely your eyesight is not that bad.” She listens to the response, then tells them she will handle the problem, but there better not be any fall out because of this. She promptly hangs up, then comes around and hugs me like my Mom used to do. She grabs my hand and leads me to a sofa against the far wall. After I set down, she sits right next to me.

“Well Loren it seems we need to have a talk and try and resolve this little problem. First off I need to know a lot about you, when you started with the company and what you want to do with your life. I need the truth, so that I can properly advise you in what your options are. There is a lot more to this than what appears on the surface, especially concerning you. So we have all morning, so let’s get talking.”

I stared at her, she seems so friendly, but wanting to hear my story seems a little much. I hesitate, trying to think of what to do. She grabs my hand, squeezes it some, and then holds it in her lap. I break down and tell her all about me, how I got the job, and what I do for the company. She never interrupts, but listens carefully to everything I say. I do find out that her name is Dallas, the COO of the Turnabout Gurl Salon. She is in town checking on other businesses for the owner of the salons. Forty minutes later I am talked out, and visibly relax into the sofa. I didn’t realize how tense I was as I gave her my history.

She gets up, goes to her computer, and starts typing. As she is waiting for a response, Beth gets us something to drink, and then asks if she can get some measurements while we wait. I hoped that would not be necessary, that the problem could be straightened out, but eventually let out a big sigh, telling her to go ahead. I am stood up, and Beth measures me in all the necessary spots, writing the figures on a pad. Dallas’s computer pings and she reads the response to her question. Beth is told to go ahead and get some things picked out, and also arrange for a full temporary transformation for me. Beth leaves and Dallas comes to sit next to me again.

“Let me explain what has happened and my recommendation to handle the problem that it has caused. When your male workers were separated into a separate company, the parent company applied and received outside funding for a female owned and run business. That means that all employees of your company are supposed to be female. Your records and one other individual were shown as female, even though both of you are of the male gender. We will presume someone in personnel did the changing of the records, but of course no one is admitting guilt or why it was done.”

“Since the funding stated that all employees are female, you and this other individual either have to appear as female in the workplace or you have to be let go. They have already accepted and used part of the money, so they have no recourse now. I have already handled the other male employee, and I suggest the same for you. He has agreed to present as a female for the future, in exchange for better benefits and a salaried position. All of his transformation costs and clothing will be paid by me, in exchange I get that same sum of money in advertising and merchandise thru your companies catalog. I am alright with that arrangement, so from my standpoint we have no problem.”

“I take it that you have not spent any time as a female in your life, so I suggest that we do a temporary transformation for you, along with a wardrobe sufficient for a week or two. Spend the time exploring whether you can live with this, then come back and we will talk some more about the future. Before you turn this down, you will be promoted to your boss’s job, and be paid a salary instead of an hourly rate. The salary is equal to three times you annual earnings, so take some time to think it over. If I may suggest that you join Beth in our dining room, where we will order you some early lunch. When and if you decide let her know and we can either start or I can notify the company of your refusal to participate. I think you will find the experience enlightening and well worth the time and effort.” I get a hug from Dallas as Beth reaches out her hand to lead me away.

Beth then led me to another room, much larger with a refrigerator, sinks and a microwave. Among a group of tables scattered around the room, a table in the corner already has some food on it and this is where she took me. There was a delicious looking salad with several different dressings, fruit slices with another sweeter type of sauce and then some cookies, they didn’t look low in calories, but the way I drool over cookies I soon tried one of them. I closed my eyes, I couldn’t believe how good they tasted. I was letting out a low moan, Beth giggling at my actions. I was good, taking some salad, then some fruit, then at least one of each type of cookie. With my appetite somewhat sated I asked her some questions.

“I presume you can handle the transformation, but I know nothing about being a female, I don’t even pay much attention to them, how am I to learn to act and talk like one.” Beth smiled, that is something we can also handle. “We offer classes for all our customers to teach them anything they are not comfortable with. The classes are offered after work, so they will not interfere with your job. Most of the instruction is one to one, so you learn fast, and we then reinforce the instruction so that you get in the habit of acting female at all times.”

I took in a large breath, trying to relax some. “I will give it a try, I am not really sure about this and am extremely nervous about this decision.” I received a hug, and then am hustled off to a treatment room to start the process. I am sure Beth could feel my body shaking as she led me to the private room to start my transformation. When we got there I did start crying, all of this too much, too soon, and way outside anything I am even remotely used to. I am hugged and held in her embrace until I calm down a little. I seldom cry, the death of my father the only other time I have shed tears in my life.

She helps me undress, then helps me up onto a table. Before I know what is happening she is spreading a cream over my front side, not missing any areas. Even my male appendage is covered, although the cream had no effect on him. I am sure he is shrunk in fear of what may happen to him. After the cream has been on for twenty minutes, she wipes it off with a damp cloth, removing all of my body hair with it. “If you use the cream again your hair will not regrow after that. A lot of our customers like that aspect of its use, even if they do not dress feminine all the time.”

I am turned over, my back side handled in the same manner. After the last of my body hair is wiped from my body I am again turned over and she approaches my face. “Do you want your beard area treated also, or do you want to shave close every day to perpetuate your change to the fairer sex?”

I didn’t have to think long on that question, I absolutely hated shaving every day. “Please remove every last hair, I so despise shaving I will forever be in your debt if you can arrange that feat.” The cream is applied all over my face, then also my eyebrows. It is left on much longer, almost an hour transpired before she removed the cream and my facial hair.

During that time she worked on my nails, shaping them, removing any cuticles and then adding extensions. She did ask if I could handle the length when I typed. “I think so, it may take me a day or two to adjust but I think I can manage that task.” When she quit applying coats of nail polish my elegant nails had a shiny pink gloss to them and looked so feminine. My fingers were treated under a UV light between each coat of polish, Beth telling me that made the polish more secure, soaking in acetone the only way to remove the polish now.

She obtained my choice of diet drinks, then handed me a robe to wear for a while. My hair is the target next, her shampooing and conditioning the first step in its treatment. After that is handled, she put a towel wrapped around my head and showed me some pictures of me with different hairstyles and colors of hair. I pointed to one that after thinking about it for a minute maybe was the wrong choice. It was so feminine, the color a very light blonde, with tons of ringlet curls. I pointed to it because it looked so attractive, but then after a few minutes thought, I realized I would be the one inside of those curls. I realized it was too late to change my mind, as she was adding a foul smelling mixture to my hair strands.

After the hair color is rinsed thirty minutes later, she puts a multitude of curlers in my hair, I can feel each curler as she rolls up the hair. A dryer is positioned above me, and turned on. I am allowed to sit there while my hair is drying, a respite for a while. I can see my image from a mirror across the room, very little masculinity apparent in the image. When the hair is dry, the dryer is removed and she helps me slip off the robe.

Back on the table, flat on my back, curlers still in my hair, two wobbling masses are placed on my chest and positioned for the best effect. I am genuinely surprised at the weight, never aware of what a female carries around with her. As Beth is marking the placement they wiggle, and jiggle, almost never staying still. In an almost whisper, “Are they going to be like that on my body, can’t I remove them when I am at home, at least?”

Beth is giggling away, “A bra helps considerably, a must with larger cup sizes like these. You do eventually get used to the movement of them, I suggest a bra 24/7 until you become accustomed to them. I will be gluing them on, so you will not be able to remove them when you want. After you get a feel for what it is like to be a female, removing them for a while might be an option for you.”

“Since you are a female in the company’s eyes, it will be necessary to live like one for the near future. I think you might like the life, from what you have told us, you fit more in with the female sex than as a male. Give it a couple of weeks before you decide if this is the life for you, and then we can go from there. The money and promotion offered to you should not be turned down until you see what it is like to be female.”

Your penis is tucked away behind a false vagina, a necessity according to Beth if the authorities check the company for deceit in applying for the funds. Since some records were altered by their personnel department, a real possibility when an audit is performed. The fact that the sex was changed, but nothing else might raise red flags with the governing agency. Beth assured me that only a cursory examination is performed, not an actual strip and show. If the rest of the disguise shows no signs of anything other than a female, they usually stop there. Government agencies can be a stickler when money is involved. A masculine erection a dead giveaway of some possible deceit.

I asked about the other male in the company, Beth just smiled. “There is one employee, works in the executive offices that showed a few signs of masculinity, but after we outfitted her with the new clothes there is no doubt about her gender. However, she will never be as pretty and beautiful as you.” I can’t believe that statement, I had seen the PA several times in the halls in the past few days, he definitely showed very few signs of masculinity, almost pretty even if he is a male.

Laying there on the table, jiggling mounds on my chest, and now a void between my legs. I wanted to feel down there, to make sure Beth hadn’t managed to remove it somehow. Yeah, a very stupid thought, but looking at my groin, I wondered what she did with it. I guess Beth also mind reads, as she takes my hand and places it on my new female slit. “Slip your finger inside the slit, and probe to the back and down some, you can feel a lump and at the end at very erotic area. That is your new clit, the gateway to female ecstasy.” I was moving my finger as she directed and then I hit the spot, my new clit, suddenly I couldn’t get a breath, my body almost convulsing.

It took me quite a while to recover, that single moment will be etched in my mind for quite a while. All of a sudden this crazy disguise might not be such a bad idea. I closed my eyes letting my mind wander as Beth started working on me again. I heard her giggle a little though when I found my point of ecstasy. The sting in my right ear, interrupted my thoughts, but before I could figure out what is going on another sting was felt, presumably I now can wear two earrings in my ear. Then to my astonishment she repeated the process again, but for my other ear. A fact that I am now capable of wearing pierced earrings, a long wanted wish of mine, not.

My hair was removed from the curlers, then brush into a style. It was feminine, but not in excess. I was made to style the hair myself, since I would have to recreate the style every morning. Next came the makeup and the same instruction for doing it myself.

I was taken next door, to get my clothes for the next few weeks, the size of their clothing store taking my breath away. How would any woman be able to make a choice from this kind of selection? Beth coordinated my choices so that from each three items I would have other combinations also that I could wear. Loaded with bags of clothes and the necessary undergarments, in my newly dress code approved style for today I made my way back to the office.

I left my other things in the car, swallowed hard and tried to find the nerve to enter and find my old supervisor. She had been promoted too, I found her in her new office one floor up from where I worked. As I entered her office she acknowledged me, her attitude seeming to have changed. She approved of my new look, then changed the subject to my new job. Due to the cutbacks I would still be doing what I did before, just having the added responsibility of my fellow co-workers added to my job. The one good thing was I now had my own office.

I somehow managed to find my new office, settled in and started on the huge workload that had accumulated while I was changing sex. The longer nails proved to not be a problem, after thirty minutes I was typing without much difficulty. Several of my new responsibilities showed up wanting help on what to do with a problem they had encountered. I spent the next two hours seeing to my new charges, answering questions and giving them guidance in their individual projects. Then back to my work, as I set back down at my desk the pile seemed to have grown, I spent until six that night handling as much of the work as possible, cleaned up and then headed home.

On the way I thought of all that had happened, wondering why I allowed it to be implemented. I never did come to any conclusions, every minute things seemed easier to accept, not as foreign as when they were first done to me. By the time I reached my first destination I had forgot about the breasts on my chest and the long nails on my hands covered with polish. They were there, I could feel them but they no longer caused me any distress. I was female and that is what came with the package.

I didn’t feel like cooking, actually in my case that would be warming up something previously frozen. So I stuck my neck way out and stopped at a neighborhood restaurant to get something to eat. Looking at the menu the steaks looked good, but another look at my clothes, maybe not such a good idea. I settled for a broiled chicken salad, which turned out to be quite good.

I did finally make it home, taking all my new clothes in and finding a spot to hang them Beth had insisted they be hung tonight so that any wrinkles would have a chance to fall out before morning.

I sat in front of my computer at home, looking at a blank screen, my mind wandering off somewhere, thinking of the day’s activities. One day and now I was a female, the changes that were made while not being permanent would require me to live the female role for the near future. I did manage to survive the day, maybe this could be done.

I did like the idea of more money, but remembering the price tags when Beth helped me pick out my clothes, a lot of my new found income would end up being spent on clothes and makeup. I gave up looking at the blank screen, turned off the computer and headed to bed. I undressed hanging up my clothes as instructed earlier. I reached into the last bag, pulling the thin lacy nightie out, handling it like it would bite me if I was not careful.

As it slid down over my shoulders and breasts, a million sensations suddenly sprouted wings causing all kinds of feelings to attack my body. I was tempted to take if off quickly, but it had already made such an impact on me that my body resisted the urge with all of its being. I hugged myself, the sheer material and the lace trim sending thousands of feelings to my overworked mind. I finally laid down in bed, and pulled the sheet over me, trying to keep all the good feelings trapped and unable to escape. I guess I drifted off to sleep, the alarm the next morning waking me from a most restful and pleasant night.

I woke severally disoriented, the nightie rubbing against my body brought all of yesterdays activities back into focus. Then we have the problem of me re-creating what the salon did yesterday. It took me much longer to get ready for work but I managed somehow. The trip into work was a non-event, although I did worry about being stopped by a policeman. I can imagine my possible explanation and the laughs it might create. I did make it only a few minutes late. I had several of my new subordinates waiting for some guidance so that was the first thing I handled. Then I started on my workload, which by the size of the pile had grown exponentially overnight.

I had skipped breakfast, something I never did in the past but the fit of my clothes and how they looked on me made the sacrifice worth it. By lunch I had managed to whittle the pile down to just a few tasks, something I was very proud of. One of the company executives came into my office just before lunchtime, closed my office door and sat down in front of my desk. In my old position I didn’t have an office and no chair in front of my desk. I feared the worse immediately, maybe my good fortune had already run out.

Her name was Delia, and she was COO of the company. She seemed all business, very prim and proper and focused on what she was here for. “It has come to my attention, of a few things that has transpired concerning your employment. None of the things that you have had to experience were meant to be, circumstances and a lack of communication causing most of the trouble. What caught my attention was how you have handled the situation. In the past we have had trouble with the department that you have been assigned to. None of the trouble concerning you, but your work associates. Since you have replaced the former head of the department it has suddenly stopped. I and many others never placed the blame where it belonged, thinking it was just the employees that were the source of the trouble.

Well our eyes are now open and I am proud of your achievements since you have taken over. I have followed your employment here, for quite some time. Since the change you have fulfilled one of my fondest wishes. As I was looking over your personnel file and your past achievements I noticed a few discrepancies. On further investigation I discovered even more. I ended making a call to the salon where you were outfitted with your current clothing and the whole ugly scenario came to light. I was curious since my PA is the other male who was changed to the female sex. A lot of mistakes made by previous management has caused the situation we are in now.

Unfortunately I can’t tell you that a change back to the male sex is possible and stay employed with us, but maybe I can make it a little easier to accept and live with. I have another position available for you, it is related to what you have done in the past, just more involved. It is another salaried position but requires quite a lot of contact outside the company. It is as head buyer, where you will analyze data given to you and decide whether we should handle the product. If the decision is yes you will see to its addition to the inventory and its projected inventory level. You will only report to me, as far as executives are concerned and I expect you to look nice and represent the company to the best of your ability. I am sure a twice weekly appointment at the salon will be necessary and the company will handle any and all expenditures for beauty services and wardrobe.

Now do we have a deal or do I need to try and find someone else. I swallowed hard and started a response several times to find that my voice had suddenly left me. I did manage to get out the word yes, and was pulled into a hug as she came around the desk and pulled me from my chair. Oh one last condition and it is a big one, I need you to go to dinner with me at least twice a week, so some evening gowns and dressier dresses are to be a necessity. She leaned over to my face and carefully pulled me closer to her then kissed me on the lips, I lost track of everything at that point, as my mind melted. The kiss went on and on, till she pulled back and suggested that I leave early today and pick out something nice to wear tonight. One more shorter kiss and she returned to her office leaving me standing there mouth open with a huge smile on my face. Oh, did I mention my lipstick was smeared real good, necessitating a quick repair before I closed up my computer and headed out to shop.

I sat back down in my chair, coherent thoughts were impossible at this point. Then like a regular female I opened my purse and withdrew my compact to check my appearance. I laid it down and called the salon to get an appointment so that I would look my best. I grabbed my purse and headed for the salon. I wonder what style of evening gown to purchase, but knew the experts at the salon would be able to help me. This whole thing of dressing for success was definitely the right way to go. I wonder if it was just an accident that I ended up as a female or if it was planned. Only time will tell, either way I am very thankful.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Cheri; Oops, A Female Now

Cheri; Oops, A Female Now

My girlfriend and I had been going steady for almost six months. I was already working, though I had only recently graduated from college. Sherry was still in college, finishing up her last semester. I was working in the IT department of a local corporation. The job was fairly easy; the only problem was the hours around the weekend. If the gods were with us, the weekend could be enjoyed, but if the servers were acting up on a Friday, the hours piled up as we had to make sure that all was back up and functioning normally for Monday morning.

My birthday was coming up this Friday, making it a special treat for me. I was allowed Friday off, a company rule that you got your birthday off, but still had to work the weekend if needed, that we wouldn’t know until late Friday evening. Sherry had made me an appointment at her salon for a spa day. I have been a cross dresser for most of my life, with that information shared with her from the start.

At first, she was not enthused about dating a cross dresser, but over the months, she has seen the other side of me, the feminine side. We get along well, sharing a lot of things that most couples never have the chance to. She loves to shop with me, where I am usually more excited about the choices than she is. My foray into dressing like a woman is pretty much confined to the house, my job keeping me from experiencing things that would allow me to pass in public.

I headed to her salon that bright Friday morning, excited to be able to experience some of my deepest desires. Sherry had talked to her stylist telling her that she wanted me to be able to see the girl in me just once. She had composed a note, informing Jenny, her stylist, of what she wanted to be done for me. She had classes, with tests, later that day keeping her from attending with me. Since one of the classes was a big test she couldn’t just ditch the class for the day.

All of the tasks performed at the salon would be temporary and easily washed off or out before I had to go to work. I carried the note with me, although it was in a sealed envelope. Sherry wanted my birthday present to be truly a surprise, something that I might remember for quite some time. My anticipation alone making everything seem much brighter and almost alive. Yes, I was so excited.

I made it to the salon a little before my appointment; Jenny was already there waiting for me with a glass of wine. She wished me a Happy Birthday and took me back to her station. I passed the note to her, then waited for her to read the contents. She got called to the front for a phone call, ten minutes later she returned ready to start. She leaned the chair back, so she could wash and condition my hair. The receptionist came back to see her, handing her the note she had forgotten up front.

As she washed my hair it felt so good, I was purring inside as she raised the chair back to its upright position. I had finished the wine while she was upfront, so she refilled my glass. She ran a comb through my hair, getting out the tangles, and then snipped off my split ends (her words).

She consulted the list, made a mention that the list was quite detailed, longer than she first thought, but quickly lowered the chair back down and started on me. She mixed a solution in a bottle, then started squirting it on my roots then massaged it into the rest of my hair.

The one thing that I had managed to do with my job was to grow my hair longer than it has ever been. Since IT department usually implies nerds, a nerd with long hair in a ponytail is not an unexpected occurrence. My hair reached my shoulder blades, a brunette although the sun had lightened it some. Other than brushing it daily, it has not had anything done to it in years.

When Jenny finished applying the solution, she refilled my wine glass again and then moved to the next item on the list. In the meantime, a large plastic bag had been placed over my hair to help process the treatment.

I was told that the hair treatment had to be left on for thirty minutes, so now would be a good time to work on my nails. She soaked my hands in a bowl of solution, according to her to soften the cuticles. I had almost finished the last glass of wine, so she waited as I tipped it back and drank all that was left. My head was already fuzzy, and this last drink put me out of it.

As if you can’t tell I am not a wine drinker, but the nervousness from being made feminine had me knocking the glasses back one after another. Anything more than one glass of wine shuts down any mental functions. I was still somewhat awake, but no coherent thoughts were being processed by my brain. I watched as she worked on my cuticles, filed my nails a little then applied extensions to my fingernails.

The extensions were way longer than my fingertips, but looked good, like they should have been that long from the start. A coat of a base polish, then a coral pink polish and finally a topcoat were applied over the next twenty minutes. Then it was time to rinse my hair, again her fingers massaging my scalp felt so good. I took a peek in the mirror in front of me; my hair was so blonde almost a whitish blonde if there is such a thing. It did look good, though; my brain failed to notice that my brunette color was gone for good since all the natural color had been bleached out.

Back to my nails as my hands were placed inside a lighted box to set the polish. The only fleeting thought was that those nails are so feminine, even though they were on a male. It seemed like the fuzziness was getting thicker, like being stuck in an early morning fog, thicker and thicker, then only dissipating after the sun popped its head up. No sun here to dissipate my mental fog.

Back to the here and now, I think, as Jenny pointed a gun-like object at my ears. Six clicks later my earlobes felt funny, the heat from the laser warming up my earlobes as the laser made a perfectly sealed hole for the studs and hoops. The earrings looked so good with my light blonde hair, their gold and ruby coloring making a nice contrast to my new hair color. Still no comprehension on my part about my now bleached hair.

She had wrapped my hair in a towel and reclined my chair so she could work on my face. She used something to work on my eyebrows, as I felt little stings as she removed hairs that did not belong. The only thought I had was that I didn’t have many eyebrows to start with and now even less. When she moved from in front of me I hardly saw any eyebrow at all; my face looked so much better with a thin fine brow line instead of what I possessed on entering the salon.

I felt several creams and masks over the next hour being applied to my face, massaged in and then cleaned off with an astringent later. Then false eyelashes were applied to my own eyelashes. These were individual lashes glued to my own eyelash, although much longer and thicker. The image in the mirror looked so perfect, even through the fuzziness of my mind I liked what I saw. It was just that I was feeling so good, the female inside me is emerging, and I was ecstatic. The fact that all of this was too much, too soon, and would cause such havoc with my life never gaining a foothold in my befuddled mind.

Jenny removed the towel from my head, using a spray bottle to moisten the hair again. Then lots of curlers were wound into my Champagne blonde hair, varying in size but with only one purpose, to turn my semi-straight blonde locks into a curly, bouncy feminine hairstyle. Under a dryer to get the hair dry, then thirty minutes later the curlers were removed. In their place, the tightly wound hair returned to the way it was in the curler. Jenny used a brush to loosen the curls, a soft, bouncy feminine hairstyle that framed my face the end result.

More than half of the day had passed, Jenny did ask me if I wanted anything to eat, but spoken words were getting harder to understand, so I declined, at least that is what I thought that she had asked. My next treat was to be makeup, something I had wanted to wear for ages, but time and inexperience had prevented that treat. Jenny went through a wide range of cosmetics from concealer to lipstick, applying each with precision. The image that was in the mirror was not what I was used to seeing, it was what I wanted to see, but never got the chance to visualize.

Jenny left me shortly after that; there was some commotion in the front of the salon between several ladies. There were several phone calls made and then Jenny returned. She told me there had been a mishap, and my girlfriend had been called. She told me to relax and get comfortable until she arrived. For some reason, I just closed my eyes and was soon asleep. Later Jenny was asking me to wake up, shaking my shoulder to get my attention. I glanced around quickly remembering that I was in the salon, then seeing Sherry in the back talking to another lady.

They went into the ladies office; then shortly Jenny came to get me. As she led me to the office, I kept getting glimpses of an attractive female in the mirrors as we passed. As we entered the office, Sherry hugged me tightly, almost too tight, as I felt like she was squeezing the life out of me. I was offered a chair and with a few wobbles, I managed to get seated. The other lady introduced herself as Francine, the owner of the salon. She asked if I was clear-headed yet, my funny look answering her question.

She talked with Sherry instead telling her that the lists got mixed up, and the end results are what you are looking at. Since the hair is so light, we can’t put another color on for a couple of weeks, the facial and masks were using the new technology that stops and prevents any hair growth. Since the eyebrow area was also treated, he will not have any more hair there than he has now. The nails are fused on, and the polish is one of our longest lasting. In other words, what you see is going to be his look for the near future.

Since the salon is the one that made the mistake, there is no charge for any of this. Jenny remembered that you had told her that he is employed, so if you give me his work number, I will call and explain all that has happened. I suggest with his looks that she dress as a female for a couple of months until we can access whether to reverse the changes, the ones we can or proceed with more to complete the look.

If his work doesn't allow him to return as a female, I will match his salary until we can find him other employment. Her clothes will come from our boutique. Jenny will go over there now and pick out a set of clothes for her now. After I have talked to her work, we will decide what next to do. I sat there in a daze as Francine made phone calls and Sherry just stared at me. Several times she tried to start a conversation with me, but my answers made her aware that I was still not with the program.

Jenny came to get me, and we went back to the treatment room. She helped me out of my clothes and laid me back on a flat table. Two breast forms were laid on my chest and their proper position marked with a marker. She added glue and the forms were re-positioned within the marks. She placed one of my hands on each and then slid a pair of panties up my legs. I lifted my hips to allow them to be brought up all the way. She tucked my member so that the front is smooth and flat. I am aware of all of this, but it is as if I was watching a movie, not thinking about anything but my new look.

I am helped up, and a bra is slid over my shoulders. She fastened it in the back, adjusted the straps and settled my breasts more comfortably in the cups. A camisole is next, then a cute sweater. I am fascinated by my image in the mirror, the image I have hoped to see for years. A skirt is added to the mix and fastened in the back and zipped up. A pair of low heels are slid on my feet, and then I am taken back to the office. Sherry and Francine are talking as I enter and all conversation stops. Sherry hugs me, trying to squeeze my insides out once again.

She gets right in front of me, telling me that I have to work tomorrow, the main servers are down, and only Mark is in town to help me. Melissa, the department head will be there also since they are three technicians short. I guess that is what it took to sober me up, I looked down at my body and broke into tears. Sherry comforted me; everything has been explained to Melissa, she doesn’t have any problem with it, but mentioned that I might kidded a little next week by a few of the good old boys.

Sherry took me home, the drive there totally in silence. I was shocked at my looks, the image that I always wanted is now exhibited on my body, except things like work and real life has not changed. I find my way into the house and went straight to our bedroom. I stare at the full-length mirror on our closet door trying to see if anything masculine is hiding somewhere in that image. Sherry comes into the bedroom, hugging me and getting me to sit on the edge of the bed. My head still hurts, maybe a little more coherent, but not by much. I must have drank way too much, my head has never hurt this much before.

She assures me that Melissa is alright with my new looks, and she will speak to the guys before Monday to keep the teasing down to a dull roar. In a way she is anxious to see the new you, maybe something she could get used to and keep for the future. Another female in the department would be most welcome.

Between the wine and the stress of finding out I have to work and the gorgeous female image that I see in the mirror, sleep comes pretty easily. Sherry had laid me back on the bed, gave me a sensuous kiss and told me to sleep tight.

When I wake up the next day, it all comes back to me, along with a dull ache in my head due to the wine. Sherry is already up and helps me get dressed in another outfit. I get to wear a pair of her pants and a sweatshirt, but the breasts make the image very feminine. She helps me with my hair, adds some makeup after she cleans off the old then hands me a purse with my wallet, lipstick, and mascara for the day. I look at her, she points to my lack of pockets, gives me a kiss and tells me to have a good day. The stare I returned to her wish for me to have a good day caused her to erupt in giggles.

I walk out of the house and get into my car, then head to work. By the time I get there my nerves are frazzled, but Melissa had pulled into the parking lot at the same time and opens my door. She compliments me on my hair, loves my nails, then just leans forward, and I get a hug from her. We walk in together, and she shows me where to put my purse. I start on the main server running diagnostics trying to pinpoint the problem. Melissa had walked up behind me, and was watching me run the different tests. She commented that the longer nails don’t seem to be bothering you, in fact, she thinks I am faster than without them.

About this time Mark shows up, he also steps behind me and watches me work. I know he is there, but I don’t want to acknowledge him since I fear his teasing and wise ass remarks. However, none of that happens, he spots a broken link, caused by one of the switches and heads there to check it out. As he leaves, I let out a big sigh; I feel like I had just been able to walk away from a firing squad with no blood present on my body. Melissa goes to check the hard drives to make sure one of the connections have not come loose.

Shortly, Mark returns telling me that the switch was okay. I had only two more diagnostic tests to run; then I would be done. If it wasn’t on the main server, we would have to check the other servers where some of the data is stored. He stood behind me watching the code scroll across the screen. His next comment surprised me. “You are pretty good for a girl, fast, accurate and pretty to look at.” Melissa giggled in the background; I think she is taken unless you want to tangle with Sherry. Mark blushed red, said he would start checking the other servers, but I still think you are quite attractive, as he walked away.

The last diagnostic test found an error in one of the modules, so I started re-installing the data from the latest backup to overwrite the error. Other than taking quite a bit of time, it is easily fixed. Five hours after we had started the repairs we were able to walk away from the office. I had run some tests to make sure all was operating properly, the success of these making us feel pretty good. Failures on a weekend don’t always have solutions, and especially as uncomplicated as this. Melissa thanked me for coming in and told me she would see me Monday. I pointed to myself; she got the hint.

“It might be nicer if you wore a skirt or dress, but other than that we hired you for your skills not how you look. Today showed me I had made a good choice when I hired you. Thanks again for your help, maybe Sherry could use a little extra loving tonight, you know her good for nothing boyfriend skipped out on her. Since you know how her boyfriend can be, maybe you could ease her pain a little.” She giggled and pushed me out the door.

The drive home seemed to take longer, maybe since the crisis had been taken care of the urgency not there anymore. I parked in the driveway, then made my way into the house. Sherry came running from the kitchen to greet me; I think she is more worried than I am that I might lose my job. She wanted to know what happened, so with the diet soda she had handed me, I sat on the couch and filled her in. She giggled about Mark’s remarks, but I could also see where they bothered her a little too.

She had made us some supper, so we adjourned to the kitchen to consume some of her cooking. It was superb since I hadn’t eaten anything this morning because of my nerves. It turns out I was famished, even taking a second helping of one of the dishes. I helped her clean up, something I had never done before. It somehow seemed like the right thing to do now. We headed to the living room where we sat and talked into the wee hours of the morning. One more day to go before Monday, a day that I was already dreading with a passion.

Sherry had made a trip back to the salon to get me more outfits for the upcoming week; I was apparently going to be one of the best dressed IT people come Monday. She had me practice walking in heels, also sitting and keeping myself modest. We had another tasty meal, and I again helped her clean up and put away the dishes. She told me right then she would never let me return to being a male, my actions the last two days making her love the new person in her life that much more. That is, if that was even possible.

We talked a lot that night, mainly of what to do about my work. The consensuses at the salon is that it would be at least a month before some of the changes could be reversed or undone. I asked her about losing her future husband; her reply startled me. He was alright, but the person sitting by me is so much more loving and caring, I would gladly trade him in at the first opportunity. I smiled, maybe this might work out, I know I am ecstatic at my new look, the feminine me locked in the closet for years finally seeing a little daylight. That is when I forget about all of the problems associated with this, most likely to surface tomorrow.

On Monday Sherry helped me dress, did my makeup and hair and then I headed to work. In a way, I was more nervous today than when I had to come in on Saturday. Lots of people to deal with, and explain why I am dressed the way I am. I got to my office and started doing my daily routine getting all the servers up and running, making sure that all the virus protection is functioning properly. I checked my email, finding one from Melissa explaining about me. It was short and sweet and sent to the entire company. Chad is now dressing as a female, still performing his tasks as before. They will be no harassment of this employee, failure to abide with this will result in termination of your employment immediately.

By now most of the employees had arrived at work and were signing on to the system. There is a little more traffic in front of my office, the curiosity of some of them requiring a look at the new female in IT. After getting the servers up and running I kept working on a new addition to one of our programs, letting the outside sales force to tap into our system, to utilize the warehouse inventory figures and check on available shipping dates. I was making sure it was functional before I uploaded it to the main server. Melissa called and asked me to come to her office.

As I walked that way I began to get nervous, I know she had made it a lot easier for me, but that was before the corporate executives could put their two cents into the mix. I knocked then entered, noticing she had another female with her. I thought I recognized her, but wasn’t positive. Melissa introduced me to Sheila, the head of personnel, Human Resources for those requiring a more politically correct term these days. They both greeted me, and I was able to sit in the other chair without making a fool of myself. Melissa smiled. “Relax; this is good news; we just need to run this all by you.”

Sheila explained that the company had been fighting gender requirements for several years. The government requiring more females in higher level positions in the company. Finding qualified females to fill those positions, quite difficult at times. When Melissa called this morning, explaining your problem this weekend, I asked to meet with her; this might help us solve several situations that we are faced with now.

Melissa is going to be promoted to head of all computer operations for the company. This leaves her old position vacant. You were already slotted for her old job, before this weekend. What we would like to talk to you about is declaring yourself transgendered with regards to your employment with the company. Thus allowing us to use your new female status to ease our restrictions with regards to gender quotas. You can, of course, change your mind later, a lot of transgendered individuals do, so you would not be sacrificing your gender permanently. It would require you to dress and act female here at work for the foreseeable future.

I know this is sudden, but it would help us out and ensure you a hassle free time in the future. Melissa has told me of your success this past weekend, and your presentation now is quite professional. Of course, you will receive a substantial raise, a few more perks health wise, and some retirement benefits not previously offered to your job description. We would like you to take the afternoon off and talk with your girlfriend, then give me a call later today with your decision. Melissa will remain your boss, both of you just stepping up one level. The CEO has already been told of this offer, she agrees with our suggestions, so now all you have to do is let us know your decision. They asked if I had any more questions, since I had none, Sheila then left to go back to her office.

Melissa smiled, see what happens when you dress as a female at work. She congratulated me on the promotion, quite confident that Sherry will approve of my gender change. I left her office and returned to mine. I closed out my work, shut down my computer and got ready to leave. Mark came into the office, shaking my hand, but looking a little sheepish. He had already heard of the promotion but wanted to make sure he apologized for his words over the weekend. He admitted he was out of line making comments about my attractiveness; his opinion has not changed, but he now realizes he can no longer publicly make that statement. He appreciates my experience and knowledge and feels fortunate to be able to work with me in the future. I give him a little smile, but tell him his ability to shovel the crap around is still first class. I start to giggle, as he relaxed some.

I tell him to call me at home if there is any problem, otherwise, I will see him first thing tomorrow morning. The drive seemed much longer than normal, but getting home, I did feel better. Sherry would not be home for several hours since this is her long day. I made my way to the den, a favorite spot for me to stop and think through problems that affected me. The window at the back of the room is overlooking a quiet, serene spot in the backyard where squirrels and birds often played splashing around in the birdbath and trying to bury the nuts they harvested in the ground surrounding the area. I sat there for quite some time when I heard the front door close. I had intended to fix dinner, but my zoning out had nixed that idea. I gave her a big hug, she wanting to know how my day went. I told her I was home at one, being sent home by the powers to be.

She grabbed me and tried to comfort me, thinking I had been fired. I suppressed a giggle, much harder to do then when Sherry managed the task. I told her since I had wasted my time this afternoon, I would take her out to dinner. She looked at me strangely, suggesting that it might be better to save what money I had left. This time, the giggle won out, she hit my arm hard, wanting the truth and all of it. I told her to change clothes and I would confess all at the restaurant. I called the restaurant I had in mind and made reservations, they had several private rooms that would be perfect for my surprise.

I even went and changed into my only other female outfit, a red business suit, with a pencil skirt. I almost changed back when I tried to walk in the skirt, but decided to brave it out. When Sherry emerged, she took one look at me, and raised her arm, but I told her no, she had to be a good girl and wait until we got to the restaurant. I could see she was frustrated and often when she got that way she wanted to hit something, and since I was withholding information I was the one to hit.

Since I did not have a proper driver’s license she drove when she saw where I had her drive too, she gave me a look, and I could see tears sliding down her face. She managed to find somewhere to park, and we entered the restaurant. I gave my name, and we were shown to the private room. The waiter helped us with our chairs and took our drink orders. I think I figured out what Sherry thought might be happening, so I changed directions a little. I had been contemplating asking her to marry me for quite some time, finances and my go nowhere job holding me back.

I figured out I would lead with that, at the same time slipping my mother’s ring off my pinkie finger. She had given it to me with the intent that I would give it to my fiancé when and if I asked her to marry me. I think Mom had doubts whether I would marry, since she is aware of my need to dress in female clothes. Our drinks were brought, and the waiter took our orders. I ordered two of their house chicken salads, a favorite of ours when we ate there in the past. They were expensive, but more than one person could eat.

I took Sherry’s hand and held it in my own, telling her how much I loved her. I told her I would normally get on my knee, but the pencil skirt might not allow that maneuver, so she would have to accept this. I asked her to marry me but wanted to make sure she would have no trouble with me as Cheri. She mouthed yes, I had managed to leave her at a loss of words. I slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her on the lips. I had scooted my chair closer, and we played tonsil hockey for quite some time. The waiter had noticed and had returned our food to the kitchen to be brought back out when we were through kissing. I presume he figured the kiss would take some time.

It did require quite a bit of time for us to return to the here and now. A lot of kissing and quite a few tears shed by both of us. The food was returned when the waiter saw our faces for more than a few seconds. We nibbled while maintaining hand contact with the other hand. Like two new lovers, we couldn’t get close enough to each other or allow any distance between us for fear of losing one another. The salads were good, though anti-climactic to the proposal. When we finished, she remembered me being home early and asked what I was going to do now that I didn’t have a job.

I looked sullen, like if I had been reminded of something I wanted to forget. The giggle escaped anyway, and Sherry hit me again. I told her she was damaging the merchandise; she just stared at me, good, now tell me the truth. I told her about the promotion, the pay, and the better benefits. She was thrilled; then I told her Cheri is now here to stay. She stared at me trying to understand why Cheri is here to stay. I explained what Sheila had said, about the fact that I could change my mind later, but also why I thought that would never happen.

Number one it involved the government, once I am listed as transgendered, it would take an act of quite higher power to actually allow me to dress as a male again. Then most likely they would just fine the company for noncompliance. Two, to live as a female for any length of time will require what I have now undergone and much more. Changing back to a male is not going to be easy at any stage of this deal. I told her I love her with all of my being, but she needs to know that she is marrying Cheri, not Chad.

She thought for a minute, then in a normal tone told me that she accepts, but if she carries the baby to term, I have to agree to breastfeed the little darling when it pops out, also the diapers. The biggest smile I have seen on her face since we started going together is plastered there; then she starts giggling as she reaches for my breasts.

I guess everything went alright; Sherry did agree to marry me, the Cheri me, and with the new job, I will be able to support us much easier than before. It took me several weeks to get used to the changes. Each day it became easier to become Cheri, I soon acquired the skills to maintain my hair and do my own makeup. The job is much easier than I anticipated, the work primarily what I had already been doing, although a little more of it. Mark had quietly spread the word about me, warning the other guys about what they said to me. I got a reference to my male self once in a while, but when I didn’t comment the subject was quickly dropped.

Sherry never flinched once when I appeared every day as a female. She treated me the same as before, although the loving and romance side of things got more interesting. When I made an appointment to get my roots done, it was suggested by Sherry that I go ahead and make the full change except for junior. The day before my appointment she called me late at the office wanting me to go by the sperm bank and make a donation. Melissa was in my office at the time, and when I mentioned sperm bank she broke out in giggles.

After hanging up, Melissa asked if she could come along and help me make the donation, then broke out in uncontrolled laughter. I reminded her of the company rules on harassment, but she said that didn’t apply to females. Then more laughter. Red in the face I closed up my computer and got ready to leave. I had gotten the address from the internet and was on my way. I arrived about thirty minutes later, entered the lobby and told them I wanted to make a sperm donation. The receptionist looked at me, wondering if this female standing in front of her is nuts. I finally figured out the problem and quietly whispered to her that I am a male, and my girlfriend wants me to make a contribution to be used later.

She gathered up the forms necessary for the donation, had me sign in the appropriate places than handed me a vial to use to gather the donation in. All the time she is straining not to break into laughter. I went into the room designated, lifted my skirt and removed my undergarments until junior is free. It took me a while, but finally thinking of Sherry sucking on my breasts made the donation possible.

I went back to the reception desk, handed her the vial and thanked her for her help. She had calmed down quite a bit, apologizing for her actions, and thanking me for the pleasant break in her day. Jokingly she asked who is going to have the baby, with a straight face, I responded that it is up in the air at the moment; Sherry wants me to do it, but then she doesn’t want to breastfeed, so it looks as if I will be doing the breastfeeding and diaper changing. She made me promise to keep her informed of who is doing what, now that she knows part of it she is dying to hear the eventual outcome.

I made it home about forty minutes later, the traffic is horrible, the sperm bank being on the other side of town not helping in my commute. Sherry had dinner ready but had to find out what happened at the sperm bank first. I conveyed the story, even giggling myself some now, it did sound quite unusual, and my remarks about possibly carrying the baby made Sherry break into raucous laughter. Her only comment is we might just do that; I know I would prefer it that way.

The last few days her cooking has reached epic proportions. She has always been a good cook, but the last few nights I have felt like I had died and went to heaven when consuming her meals. We talked some about getting married but decided to hold back a while to make sure that my promotion was genuine, not just a maneuver by the company to keep from getting in trouble.

Even though I cross-dressed most of my life living full time is quite different. It is another whole routine that females go through every day, makeup, hair, clothes selection, and the biggest, body maintenance. At night, removing my makeup, cleansing my face, then moisturizing, all just so that I can put on a nightie and get some sleep. Sherry, however, is not content with me getting some sleep, my new equipment is constantly being stimulated by her, her whispering in my ear that all of her foreplay is leading up to getting me pregnant, then I can stay at home and raise our children. I do have an opinion on that, just not sure what exactly it is or if it should be voiced.

I know me getting pregnant is not possible, although it has always had a place in my dream fantasy. I think most males who worship being a female wish they could experience that aspect of the female life, but maybe wanting it and actually experiencing it are two different things.

Another morning, an extra hour is required every AM to get me ready for a day at work. As a male, I just pulled on a pair of pants, a shirt, did my bathroom things and strode out the door. Not so for a female, picking out something to wear, doing my hair and makeup, then getting dressed, checking my purse for the essentials to make it through the day, then the appropriate shoes before I head to the door. I forgot to include numerous checks in the mirror to make sure my female image is up to standard, a usual application of another coat of lipstick or gloss to make the image perfect.

I had managed to get a driver’s license with female as the gender and my first name changed to Cheri, so the drive to work is less stressful. At first, I was petrified at being pulled over and asked for my I.D. Then being arrested and taken to the station to be interrogated about my identity. I know, an overkill, but the fear was real. On the way to work any police vehicle, even going in the opposite direction, causing me a lot of grief and worry.

Work went well, my staff and I were caught up on everything, now working on new programs to be added to the servers. I worked several more Saturdays, even a Sunday or two, when the servers gave us trouble. There was never any remarks made again by any of my male staff. I think the one occurrence with Mark was enough to prohibit any others. Melissa and I got along even better, even eating some lunches together from time to time.

The best part was the relationship between Sherry and me. We were much closer than before, she was teaching me to cook, among other things. We went out shopping, my enthusiasm and her practicality a good blend. Our late night conferences in our bedroom were always looked forward to. We snuggled, kissed, licked, and otherwise manipulated each other to great heights. Then we would cuddle, enjoying where we had been, and looking forward to many more days ahead. A truly fantastic future, all made possible when a list got mislaid. A lifelong adventure now unfolding.

It was about a year from when I was promoted when I was called into the CEO’s office. The visit worried me, seldom do any of the lower echelon staff ever have any interaction with upper level management, especially in this company.

As I was shown into the office, Melissa was seated to the right, and a new representative from Human resources to the left of the desk. The only chair left right was in front of her desk. I nervously sat down placing my hands in my lap, like a proper lady is taught to do. “Cheri, my name is Janice, and we are here to discuss some changes in the computer department. Melissa is returning to her original job, as per her request. I will let her tell you why, when this meeting is over. That leaves her present position open, you are more than qualified to fill the position, and we just have one minor question to ask first.”

“H.R. and myself are quite happy with how you have handled yourself, over the last year, and we hope we might be able to persuade you to continue your employment here as a female. Technically we shouldn’t be having this conversation with you, but we do care about the relationship here between the company and you.”

Of course, if you accept there will be more money, a much better benefit package, and a fully funded retirement package. Please take a few hours to think about this, I am sure you will want to talk to Melissa as to her reasons to step down, then maybe your fiancé also. Come back to the office later, or send me an email once you decide. I do hope your answer will be in the affirmative.

Melissa and I left the office, with me staring her down as we walked back to her office. She set in her chair, gave me a big smile and told me she is pregnant, wanting to deal with a lot less stress as she carried the baby. Besides you are doing so well, it won’t even task you brain to handle the job. Of course, I hugged her congratulating her on the baby, asking when it is due and if she already knows the sex of the baby. Have you taken the time to do the baby’s room yet? Is papa excited about the new arrival? A bigger smile, “you are such a girl Cheri, I wondered why I didn’t see it from the first time I met you.”

I knew I would accept, what I was living now a wonderful dream come true. Whether to ask Sherry first is now the question, Chad would have not gone to the trouble, just accepted the position and went on with his life. The fact that Sherry had supported me through all of this not lost on me. We were a team, and she needed to be consulted. I think I knew her answer ahead of time, but still needed to confide in her. I made the call, wanting to know if she was busy. She had one of her big finals earlier today and I am sure she was stressed out.

She was free, what did I have in mind, I suggested a meal out and a movie afterwards. I had kept my appearances limited initially, not confident enough to go around in dresses and makeup. At the office I felt that everyone knew me, so I did wear feminine clothes quite often, not dresses every day, but at least a skirt and top or feminine pants and a top or sweater. Everybody assured me that I was quite passable, but I still had lingering doubts. Tonight I was going to get rid of those doubts.

I had made reservations for dinner, a nicer restaurant that served a variety of cuisines. I made the trip home, made up a bath of heavenly scents and dove in. I was soaking when Sherry came in. “Oh, a delightful bath that smells so good, what is the special occasion? I take it that something went right today, or is it the other way around? The fragrant bath to make a bad day go away.”

“You will have to wait for that answer. We have time, should I fix one of these for you?”

“A mystery huh, yeah I might as well smell wonderful for this occasion too.”

I removed myself from the tub, drained out the water and fixed her one exactly like mine. Before it had even filled up she was in the tub, luxuriating in the fragrant and oily water. I started dressing, anxious to trap all those wonderful scents next to my body. No holding back tonight, garter belt, stockings, corset and the classic LBD and I do mean little. When Sherry finally emerged she took one look at me and hurried to her closet. “You could have warned me it was a fancy affair, I will not tolerate my spouse looking better than me.” Giggling sporadically as she threw clothes everywhere trying to decide what to wear.

I moved on to makeup, the last year I had become pretty skilled in applying my own makeup, it took me a while but the results were worth the effort. I even added false eyelashes and several colors of eye shadow blended to match my lipstick and lip liner, a burgundy and dark red combo. I never did get the ability to do my hair in a myriad of different styles, the mind was willing, but the hands never could perform the tasks. Maybe now I could afford a weekly salon appointment for my hair. I went with my usual a high ponytail at the rear of my head with dangling ribbons to secure it.

I walked over to the full length mirror, did a spin to make sure all was as it should be then switched my things to a purse that matched my dress. Sherry had been silently watching me, a smile and a smirk evident every once in a while. She looked equally stunning, a strapless crème lace piece of nothing that molded to her figure perfectly. After getting her purse she grabbed my arm and led me to the car. She made sure I didn’t mess up anything as I entered the vehicle, then helped me buckle my seat belt. I think she just wanted to show off her boobs, keeping them directly in front of me, seemingly about to escape her next to nothing dress. Believe me I was tempted.

I took over once we got to the restaurant, the Maitre’D having my reservation. I had asked for one to their private dining rooms, off to the side but easily accessible. We were seated and the waiter promptly waited on us. I ordered for both of us getting lobster for her and lasagna for me. Once our drinks and salads were delivered she leaned forward and that thousand watt smile came to her face. “Okay spill the beans, I want the truth you little vixen. Someone is extra happy and looking oh so hot. I would have been just as happy staying at home and getting you out of those clothes, but some allowances have to be made for loved ones. Now start talking.”

“Your hot little vixen now runs the computer department at work. Melissa is pregnant, wanting her old job back so she is less stressed. They asked me if I wanted the job, but I told them the decision had to wait until I asked my significant other what she wanted me to do. There is a stipulation though, I need to still present as a female, a transsexual in transition. The money is quite a bit better, so maybe we can now buy that house we have wanted. It is all up to you, can you stand being with the female me for the rest of your life?”

Well her attacking my lips might just be an affirmative answer. Her tongue instantly part way down my throat. I did see the waiter look through the door and I held up a couple of fingers to delay any delivery of our food. He smiled and withdrew. I guess a lesbian relationship still is a little rare, especially the showing of affection in public as we were obviously engaged in.

I was amazed that they were able to keep the food hot for that long. Sherry eventually ended her attack on my lips. We both had to fix our faces, the lipstick smeared real good. We had adjourned to the ladies room, this major a repair a little much for a compact at the table. When we returned the waiter went and retrieved our food. Even kept warm it was delicious. I told Sherry everything that had happened, making sure she was well informed on my job and my looks for the future. As soon as we finished dinner, Sherry wanted to go, her agenda could not be completed while we were in a restaurant. She wanted to drive back home, completing the trip in record time.

I was hustled in the house, my clothes strewn along the floor from the front door to the bed. She jerked her dress up, pushed me back on the bed and was straddling me in an instant. I barely had a chance to get situated before her sex was being rubbed all over my mid-section. Of course, that had the desired effect, soon she had swallowed my male organ into her warm moist lips. It was a few minutes before I needed to get up to prepare for work the next morning before the romantic interlude ended. That day seemed particularly long, no sleep and the memories of all that we did that night still wandering around in my mind.

Shortly after I had been promoted to head of the computer department, Sherry decided I need to take the feminine look up another step. She made the arrangements and took me to the salon. My old breast forms were removed my chest cleaned, then a clear cup was glued to my chest bigger than my original breast forms. Hoses were hooked to the cups and then a pump was started pulling my flesh up into the cup. It was a steady pull, then switched to a cyclic pull as the cups slowly filled with my tissue. I was lying there watching what was happening, and was about to put a stop to this. Sherry leaned and kissed me hard, then ran her hand over my groin. That is all it took, my mind went blank, my next thought is if my new assets would fit in my present bras. Six hours later I now had realistic breasts, breasts that are definitely mine.

After the pump shut off, two syringes of liquid were inserted in my nipples, one in each nipple. The hoses were disconnected and I was helped up and into a new and bigger bra. Dressed again Sherry hustled me out of the salon, I apparently had an appointment with her in our bedroom, and she wanted me there quickly. I felt secure knowing the cup was still protecting my new orbs, but when I was undressed a little while later there was nothing but soft flesh there, the nipple hard and erect. As soon as she got the one nipple in her mouth, my world suddenly exploded. Gawd, that feels so good.

So now after very little sleep for two days, but also sexually worn out I still had to go to work. As usually happens when you are tired, the problems of the world make themselves known. As I entered the office Mark announced that the servers were down, not responding to anything they were doing. When I entered the server room Melissa was busy trying to get any response she could from the unyielding machines. I glanced around looking for anything out of place. Then I saw the end of a cable in a space between the server and one of the work tables. I smiled, probably the cleaning crew, caught the cable and unplugged it. Not knowing what to do they tried to hide it to keep from getting blamed. I went over to the cable stooped down, quite a feat for such a tight skirt and plugged it in. The room came alive as the servers began to boot up, lights flashing everywhere. I looked at Melissa, as Mark smiled and I went back to my office. I wish everything was that easy these days.

Unfortunately, the day continued in that vain, one of the hard drives stopped mid-stream, we had to install another one this one fried to a crisp. Then load the backups by hand since it was still midday and the complete backup had not been made yet. Two more minor disasters late afternoon, software freezing up and having to be re-installed. By quitting time we were all ready to leave the building.

In Melissa’s old job I found out that numerous public appearances were mandatory. I attended all of the executive meetings, having to update the others on what our status was. Then once every quarter the company board meeting, explaining to the board members what we were doing and future hardware needs. I had to make and maintain a budget, hardware and labor for my department. I now understood why Melissa wanted to regress back to her old job while pregnant. The tasks were not hard, but time consuming and a little bit stressful.

The first board meeting I attended was stressful for me. I am not sure how much they knew about me, so I was on pins and needles as to what would be asked of me. It turned out to be a non-event, budgets and long range computer needs the only things discussed. I did notice several of the older gentlemen admiring my boobs more than once. I guess that comes with being a female. Not something I had contemplated when I dreamed of living as a female earlier in my life.

My times at social events, executive meetings and the board meetings were interesting. I had to dress nicer, usually in a dress with jewelry and makeup. Of course, the mandatory salon appointment before the event, can’t have my appearance be judged as marginal or inadequate. I did enjoy the female part, now wearing dresses to work almost every day. Sherry seemed happier now, I was around more, in a better mood most days, and of course we no longer had to worry about money.

I know in the bedroom she was the dominant one now, my place now below her. A position I was enthusiastic about. On more than one occasion I found myself moaning, even some screaming as she manipulated my new assets to her eventual satisfaction.

This also transferred to our free time. At the drop of a hat we would hit the stores to shop. Not a lot bought, but we managed to keep up with incoming arrivals of new merchandise at every store we normally shopped at. Of course, she made me try everything on, to see how it fit. I later learned even if it was for her, I had to try it on. Turns out we are the same dress size, only I have a little larger bust. Besides she loved to make me model everything, and decide if what I was modeling would work for her.

Eventually all of my male clothes found their way to a thrift store, now both of our closets jammed with our female clothes. The last time I looked there was only two pair of pants, all the rest either skirts or dresses. When Sherry finds our dream house, the one main requirement is lots of closets.

Work settled down and after a very successful year in my department I was promoted again. This time to COO of the company. Melissa after having a couple of kids came back to run the computer department, her hubby being the mother and housewife of the relationship. Sherry and I have them over often, Melissa talking with my wife and Jamie and I comparing notes. Jamie has adopted the female dress and mannerisms, we often meet at the beauty salon when we have our hair done. Since she has kids to watch during the week and I have my job leaving only Saturdays to be our only time to get beautiful.

Would I change anything if I had to do any of this over? Nope, life has been nearly perfect, and Sherry and I have never been happier. It has been an adventure, but well worth the time and effort. A never ending adventure, I might add.

My secretary entered my office, announcing that the CEO was in a plane crash and was being flown by helicopter to a hospital at this moment. I made a few calls to get people to cover for me, then headed to the hospital. Janice the CEO is one of my dearest friends, but I have called Sherry to keep tabs on her till I can get there. It turns out Janice is only suffering from the trauma of the plane crash, nothing broken or severally damaged. She had me take over for her until she gets back, so now I am the acting CEO along with my usual COO position for a while. I visit her daily, but all we talk about is her recovery. I try to tell her how things are going back at the business, her only remark to me is that she has someone handling things for her, not to worry.

A female life to be sure, never knowing what will happen next, this just the latest episode. It all started with an oops. I do realize how blessed I am, good friends and a wonderful lover who has always supported me unequivocally.

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