Taylor: A Surprising Reward

 Taylor: A Surprising Reward

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Teresa; Female With Some Help

Teresa; Female With Some Help

I have been a member of the community theater for six months now. This last year, it has grown considerably, starting off with no place to perform besides the local high school gym, now to the newly renovated movie theater with seating for seven hundred people. Most of this is due to our leader in this pursuit of building a place where all can contribute to something worthwhile and entertaining.

The simple truth is that most people in community theater want acknowledgment for their time and effort. If you have ever done anything on a stage, you know the feeling that you get when an audience claps their approval for your effort, a most rewarding feeling.

Janice Carmichael founded the theater group three years ago, scraping some business support together to allow their first production. It was a start, not widely received bit still it was there. It got a little press coverage, and they went from there. The few shows they managed were good, but obviously not very professional. Janice persevered doing the best she could with what talent she had to work with. The second year was a little better, but they managed only three shows. Not enough people or help to do much more.

This year she advertised for volunteers to make the theater group more complete, trying to get some more experience in some of the positions. She had put together a little more funding, several businesses wanting to help since the theater was now talked about among the community. She had a group of amateur actors to draw from; they seemed to volunteer first, it is the backstage people that seldom raised their hand.

My name is Terry Sutherland, recently divorced and feeling very isolated and depressed. My profession is engineering, but about as far from what most people think an engineer does as possible. Now consider the clothing industry and try to put the two fields together. I am an engineer that learned the clothing industry from my mother when just a young child. I take the basic design, make patterns and then adapt that to the manufacturing process.

Most of my fellow engineers would laugh at me referring to myself as an engineer. But in a sense, I do engineer the garment. We use ladies to do the sewing for us, their skill at using the industrial machines truly remarkable. The proper utilization of their skills is where the engineer in me comes to the fore.

Who sewed what piece and in what order is it put together to minimize any expense in the production of the garment. Now add in my love of computers and what they can do for us, and you get a glimpse of what I do. Most of my work I have adapted to a computer so that the guess work and problems of manufacturing ladies clothes are minimal. To keep cost on these garments reasonable, the cutting of the pattern from the fabric and minimizing any waste is quite essential to stay competitive. My computer and programming do this with very little wasted material.

I had seen the ad and showed up at the auditions, needing something to help keep my mind off my recent divorce. I am twenty-eight years old, a father of two little girls, and head engineer in the local manufacturing facility. I should point out that the head engineer is also the only engineer since the company is small. The plant has been here for years manufacturing ladies garments for several national chains. The competition in China had almost put us out of business, but we had managed to fine tune our clothing choices to items that were more difficult to make, giving us a slight edge.

In the process, we had to cut our margin of profit quite a bit to be able to compete, but in the end, we managed to keep most of our customers. We heavily relied on the advantage we had in not having to pay shipping from China to get our product to our customers. Incidentally, the mastermind of our business plan is the same Janice Carmichael that is the head of the theater group. Janice is the CEO of Silks, Satins, N Lace, a middle-sized manufacturer of a wide array of women’s underwear and dresses. The company specialized in the unusual, a full line of retro lingerie and custom made corsets just part of the line we produced.

With this product line, the volume of our orders was down, but we shipped a wider variety of items than before the streamlining. It was a struggle for a while with most of the company employees not knowing whether we would have jobs next week or not. That is when my wife decided that the grass was greener elsewhere and decided to leave me. She found a used car salesman that made three times what I made and went with him. She ended up with the custody of the girls, since my job situation was unstable, although I am sure she wished she hadn’t.

Anyway, I showed up for the auditions, wanting to do some kind of support work for the theater. The ones auditioning as actors were handled first, and several were selected. Then Janice worked through the off stage volunteers. She winked at me twice as she doled out the jobs of set designers, lighting, and sound people. I just sat there watching the goings on, getting a smile every so often at what people said and did to get their feet in the door.

She finally got done to wardrobe and costume design. There were three of us left that had not had anything assigned to do, so she asked us to take the responsibility on. One of the gals was an employee at the plant, an experienced seamstress for many years. The other female was an older woman also having some experience in sewing clothes but not as a job. She was a little headstrong thinking she should be the boss of the group. Bev was the employee at the plant and knew what my skills were and told the lady that I should be put in charge. Well, that didn’t set well with the lady, the remark that what did a male know about sewing anything.

Janice had been listening to all of this and told the lady that I was indeed the best qualified to supervise the department. Well, the lady went ballistic, screaming at the top of her lungs. “How can any male do what a female is born to do, especially him.” Well, that got my ire up, and I asked her if she would like to demonstrate her skill to us. Of course, her next remark was why should I have to prove my skills, you are the one that obviously needs to show us what you can do.

There was a sewing machine over in the corner with some material nearby so I asked what she would like me to do for her. She looked at the material and tried to come up with something to embarrass me. Her simple reply was to finish the garment. The material was apparently for a skirt; the zipper was not put in yet, and the hem was pinned but not sewn. I sat down at the machine and started sewing. The zipper took about three minutes to put in, and then I moved to the hem using a blind hem stitch to sew it. The lady quickly became quiet, evened backed up a few steps from the group. I finished the stitching then handed the garment to her. She looked it over closely but was quiet as a mouse.

I walked over to her, introduced myself to her, I am Terry Sutherland, I am the engineer in charge of production at the plant, supervising three hundred seamstresses and do all the take offs from the garment designs. I pointed to the sewing machine and asked her if she would like to show us her skills. She turned red in the face but declined. I got a little closer to her and whispered in her ear that I would like her help if she could stand to work for a member of the opposite sex. Nobody else could hear what I had said to her, so there would be no further embarrassment for her. She accepted, apologizing to me for her outburst and hoped that I could forgive her for her attitude.

I accepted, telling her that I am not like most males, my mother teaching me how to sew and design clothes while I was in high school. Yes, those lessons caused me a bunch of troubles and provided hours of humiliation as I was teased relentlessly during my high school education. I was even nominated for Prom Queen by the members of the football team. Their slogan for me was he can sew his own formal. Luckily a couple of the teachers stepped in, and I was spared the humiliation of being elected Prom Queen. Later I was told that I had gotten the votes to win, but the teachers picked the second best vote getter for the honor.

Since everybody now had a job in the theater group, they decided on a couple of plays to start the season and then broke up the meeting. Janice asked me to stay for a minute, wanting to talk about the costumes for the first play. It was a takeoff about the life of Marilyn Monroe; it involved some of her romances, also some of the behind the scenes of her movie career. Janice wanted the costumes to be special since the play is weak; the scenes are not that memorable, and the only redeeming quality is the fact that it was about Marilyn. The play was picked because everybody knows the character and remembers fondly some of the scenes in her movies. Janice suggested that maybe a lot of our underwear could be incorporated into some of the scenes adding a little sexiness to the play.

I agreed and started working on some of the designs for the dresses the next week. I usually just stayed at work after closing, using my office to do the designing in. In the production of several of our garments, we acquired a lot of scraps of material in fabrics that would be perfect for the dresses. I tried to figure out how to piece these together into a garment without it looking like it was put together from scrap. I found that if I pieced the pattern so that it fit the model precisely, the scraps of material looked like they were meant to be that way.

It would require extra sewing time but with volunteers to do the sewing that wouldn’t be a concern. I used a dress dummy and set up the measurements accordingly. I used my measurements, figuring on a corset and padded breasts. Most of the young ladies that had volunteered to be actresses’ were less than endowed. It took me quite a bit of time to carefully cut out the pattern, then use the pattern to cut the material needed for the dress. A dress like this would normally require four to five pattern pieces, but there were thirty-five in mine.

I sewed them up, making a couple of changes as I went along. The material that I was able to use for the dress was normally thirty dollars a yard and up, so the theater group saved quite a bit, and we utilized something we would have eventually thrown away. It turned out better than I thought it would, so I checked to see if Janice was still in her office. Like me she often worked late, the peace and quiet allowed us to get a lot of things done that would not normally be accomplished during normal working hours.

I walked into her office and laid the dress on her desk. She finished the sentence she was working on, then picked up the dress. She obviously liked it, taking her time to look over every detail. She asked how long it took to sew; I told her a little over an hour from start to finish. She asked if the material was our scrap, I nodded yes, then she surprised me by asking when I could get the dress into production. I quickly set down in the chair in front of her desk.

Then I told her this is for the play; she nodded that was what she figured, but this is so cute, it would make a great addition to our line. I told her it would not work; the measurements have to be precise to make it fit perfectly. Otherwise, we could not take advantage of the scrap pieces, so we could only do it for a custom order. She smiled, okay you have convinced me for custom orders only. What would we sell it for? I did a little figuring in my head and told her the cost would be about forty-two dollars each. That was discounting the fabric some from its thirty dollar regular price, it was scrap so not worth as much.

The only problem I saw with it would be a female’s fluctuating waistline. Through the month, a female’s waist goes through a cycle usually two to three inches variation depending on her period, her level of exercise, and what she eats. This dress is very unforgiving; it fits perfectly to a quarter of an inch. Janice smiled that is perfect; we just sell them a corset with every dress.

She walked back with me to my office, and I slipped the dress on the mannequin. I had put a zipper in the back, but after what I saw a row of fancy buttons would be more appropriate and help make the dress look fancier. She asked if I could have the computer cut the pattern pieces if a set of precise measurements were furnished. I told her it would be no problem. She snapped a couple of pictures of the dress to send to a customer or two. Then asked me to switch the zipper to the buttons tomorrow.

She asked me to use Bev for most of the work for the theater group, she will make allowances in my budget for her time. I asked her about Doris, our other volunteer, Janice giggled then said that decision is strictly up to you. If you can find something for her to help with, fine, if not use her for care and maintenance of the costumes.

The next morning I had Bev replace the zipper with a string of buttons when she returned the dress I asked her how she liked it. She loved it but wondered why we were working on something so labor intensive. I told her it was originally for the theater group, but Janice wanted it for production, custom orders only. I informed her that I would have her doing most of the sewing for the theater group, some of it here at work, and she was being taken off my budget so that the company would be picking up the expense. She was thrilled but told me not to worry she would still be available off the clock for any work I might want to be done.

I thanked her for the offer, then asked her what she thought of Doris. It turns out that she had talked to her quite a bit after the meeting, finding out that she loves to embroidery. That solved my problem for what to do with her. A custom embroidery on any costume will make it look fancy, another idea to make Janice happy with the costumes. I still had quite a bit of work to do for the first production. I figured about ten different dresses for the first production for Marilyn, and then several others for other cast members. Then there was the underwear for several of the scenes. I decided to use some scrap again, making the underwear fit perfectly. In the case of a corset, it would fit very tightly, then when the laces are cinched up the figure would be almost perfect.

During this time women mainly wore dresses, pants had not made their intrusion into a female’s wardrobe yet. The dresses ran the gamut from plain shirtwaist to skin tight with pencil skirts. I thought the best way to keep the audience involved would be to vary the styles, that way any female theatergoer might recognize what she wore during that time from the many different styles we were using.

It took me a week to make the custom patterns for the ten different styles of dresses I chose to use. One problem would be that there would be no way to change an actress once we measured her and made the dress fit her and her alone. Later in the week I got with Janice to talk about that problem, she told me that from what she saw the cast was set, and there should be no changes in the females playing the different roles. She did, however, suggest that one extra outfit is made in each costume for a fill in replacement if necessary. I asked her who that female would be; she responded that she didn’t have any idea now, but she would figure it out and give the measurements to Bev.

For the men’s costumes, we decided to use the thrift stores, where we could get a retro-looking suit for a minimal amount of money. Bev took that task on one weekend and found what we needed for less than a hundred dollars. After all the initial hard work, our part was pretty much done, so I attended the rehearsals, watched as the actresses learned their lines and marveled at Janice’s stage direction. Although there were fifteen different people involved on the stage, she easily handled the direction of getting them in the right spots and speaking their lines like they had been that character for their entire life.

I ended up helping the actors with their lines; I easily had memorized the script, and as I followed along, I was able to cue them when a temporary absence of memory struck. We were only a few days from the first production, the show opened on Friday night, then two shows on Saturday and one matinee on Sunday. Then the next weekend a repeat if sales of tickets warranted it.

The dress that Janice wanted for special orders was doing well, we had special orders of two to three per day, but those orders were only from four retailers that she had allowed to see the dress. Although the dress took much more time to produce, the price tag that Janice had assigned the dress is making us two hundred dollars profit per item. I had assigned two seamstresses to do only the custom orders, their proficiency improving each day, our profit also increasing with their skill. Janice also was able to sell a corset with each dress ordered, making it even more lucrative.

On Wednesday, before the show is to open, I got called into Janice’s office. She had a worried look on her face, and I had a feeling that one of the actresses was not going to be able to make the show. Janice confirmed that fact as I sat down in one of her chairs. I asked her who the stand-in was so that I could make sure the dress would fit them correctly. She told me to let Bev handle that, for the problem is twofold. Our lead female and another supporting female were involved in a car accident, both are in the hospital, both are going to be okay after at least two weeks in said establishment. I asked if she was going to cancel the show or move it forward a couple of weeks.

Since the local paper has run several articles about the show, ticket sales have been brisk, they are now selling tickets for the third weekend. I have a stand-in for the minor part, she is not that skilled but should be able to handle the smaller part. The problem is the part of Marilyn.

She looked me straight in the eye and told me she needs me to step into the lead female role for the play. I was quiet for a minute; she has got to be kidding about this. I can’t fill in for a female even if I know the lines. For one thing, my body shape is all wrong. The dresses are designed for another figure, can’t be worn by just anybody, besides the fact that I am not an actor, never claimed to be and have never even attempted to be one.

She managed to get me down on her couch, and then set next to me. The dresses will fit you; I had Bev make another set of costumes up that fit only you. Of all the actors you are the only one that knows all the lines, even if we found someone else to dress in the costumes there is no way that they could learn all the lines in two days. I have watched you for quite some time, your ability to handle stress, difficult situations, and excel in your accomplishment of those tasks is your best and strongest trait.

She told me to say Marilyn’s opening lines in the play, right now. I swallowed but repeated the lines perfectly, although my voice was deeper than a normal female. She asked me to get up and set in the chair behind the desk as if I was playing the character, Marilyn. I got up, straightened my clothes, then sashayed around the desk, backing up to the chair I smoothed my skirt and set down on the front part of the chair, keeping my knees together. Janice smiled saying that she rested her case. I put my head in my hands and shed a tear or two.

I pick up people mannerisms so easy, in fact, my favorite past time is just to watch people. How they move, their hand movements, their facial expressions, what they say to their friends. It is fun, giving me a glimpse into their lives and their personalities. Now that is be using against me to get me to do the play. Of all the favors to ask, to portray a female, an obviously sexy and attractive woman, me a male to take on the character of Marilyn Monroe.

I tried to convince her that it wouldn’t work; I have no years of experience as a female to fall back on in my portrayal. Janice’s solution was, then I will have to show you what femininity is all about. We have over fifty hours before the curtain goes up on Friday night, plenty of time to give you a crash course in femininity. Besides with the proper female appliances attached to your body, half of the battle is won before we even get started. She picked up her phone dialing her secretary, when she answered she told her to make an appointment for the works for Terry at the salon first thing tomorrow morning, The earlier, the better, then get Bev up here with the costumes for Teresa and the lingerie I had set aside in the warehouse. I sighed when I heard Teresa, a female name already assigned to me, I have a feeling this has been planned for quite some time.

I guess the planetary alignment for me that day was lousy, no make that horrible. Bev came walking into the office five minutes later, pulling a clothes rack behind her. On the top shelf of the rack was several boxes with the underwear we manufacture in them. I should, at least, give credit to Janice for having a backup plan in place, but why me. I was in the wrong place, doing the wrong thing, and going to suffer the worst long drawn out punishment ever devised by mankind. I was going to impersonate a female, not just any female, but a sex bombshell for the next few weeks, me a male who has never done anything bad to anybody.

Bev helped me get undressed, giggling her heart out. Her boss is going to be a female in a lot of ways very shortly; things couldn’t get much better than this. I gave her a stern look, but she just giggled that much more. The underwear was handed to me, and then they both asked if I needed assistance in putting it on. I declined, finally managing the panties and bra. For the show, I would be wearing an under bust corset, but since I presently had no breasts, a bra with forms would do the trick.

Then Bev attacked me with a waist training corset and soon was tugging on the laces with a vengeance. Maybe I should have been nicer to Bev; she is having a lot of fun at my expense. Thirty minutes later she had managed to get the corset closed, only having to put her knee on my back three times to get that little extra tightness. Of course, the panties deemed necessary for this type of dress had been slid up my legs earlier after my male underwear had been disposed of.

The dress is next, the one used for a boudoir scene. The best way to describe it was sex personified. If I had any kind of a bust, it would have been spilling out of the low cut neckline. The skirt flared out but swung freely around my legs as I tried to walk to the mirror to see my image. The sensations of the hem of the dress on my legs is most disturbing, but there was not much I could do about it. It is like everything was suddenly not in my control any longer, I had lost direction in my life.

Making the dress this way it fit me to a tee, not a quarter inch slack as it molded itself to my bodice. Janice opened her closet door, with a mirror on the back and asked me to describe the image that I saw. I was shocked, my male head withstanding I looked like a female, although my lack of breasts did spoil the illusion some. I dropped my head in defeat, telling Janice that I would give it a try, but if I fall flat, it is her responsibility.

Bev retrieved a box of shoes from the top of the rack and after pulling some knee highs up my legs slipped my feet into the heels. They were a basic pump with four-inch heels, with a decorative bow on the front. Then as Janice was admiring my shoes, she slipped a strap around the shoe, and my ankle and I heard a click. I tried to see what she had done, but the dress was hindering my sight. I felt the strap around my other ankle and another click.

I looked at Janice, but she just smiled, that will ensure that you get the needed practice in the heels before the curtain goes up. By the way, your corset also has a lock on it, in fact, we are adding them to custom orders for only a ten dollar surcharge. God, what a mess that I had gotten myself into, okay I wasn’t the only one that helped me get here, but obviously I was the one to have to suffer through it.

I had agreed to try to get through this, but the more I thought about it, the more I doubted the ability to pull it off. Janice kind of sensed me wavering on the decision and told me that I would be staying with her until the play ran its course. My mouth was open; my boss wanted me to move in with her until the play is wrapped up. I knew the end of the world would shortly follow. Janice is business orientated most of the time, only relaxing or letting her guard down after things are completed. For her to make that kind of offer is very unusual.

Janice is also divorced, her male lover caught cheating on her shortly after they married, and it was a messy divorce, her unfaithful lover trying to get his hands on some of her family’s wealth. He was at fault but tried to get some hush money to keep the divorce out of the papers and media. He seriously underestimated Janice; she announced it to all of their friends and families, making him look like the ass he was. Last she heard he was living in Australia, after giving her an uncontested divorce. He had bluffed, lost, and he paid the price tenfold.

I looked around the office looking for my clothes, but somehow they seemed to be missing. I looked at Bev, but the cat that ate the canary look answered my question. Bev handed me a suitcase, with clothes to wear for the next few weeks and told me she would see Teresa at work tomorrow. I had presumed that I would be in female mode until the play is completed but thought that I could still wear some of my male clothes from time to time. Apparently that was not to happen, anytime soon.

Then the mind processed Bev’s statement; they were planning to have me work as a female until the play was over. Now all of my employee’s would see the new me, I almost broke down in tears, the only thing saving that from happening was that I didn’t really know how to. Even after my divorce, when I lost custody of my two girls, I just couldn’t release all of my frustration and fears. Instead, I sucked it up, trying to overcompensate at work to fill the void.

Janice led me to her car with me carrying my small suitcase with me. I was numb, not knowing what to think or do, so I surrendered to her and just followed along, my heels making a clicking noise on the sidewalk. Her house is not far from work, with us arriving after a ten-minute drive. She pulled into her garage and got me out of the car. I am led upstairs to one of her guest rooms, with her taking my suitcase and laying it on the bed. She opened it and found a nightie, a toothbrush, and told me to head to the bathroom after she had unzipped the dress I was wearing.

I foolishly asked about the corset but am told that it stayed on until my waist achieved the right proportions. Once you have boobs the proper longer corset will be added to your figure. I managed the bathroom without much difficulty, but the image in the mirror is constantly mocking me. A very short time ago, I was a normal male, at least, I thought I was, but the image I saw in any mirror is that of a young female. The head spoiled the look, but I presumed they had something in mind to correct that fault too.

While I was in the bathroom, Janice had retrieved two cups of tea, offering me one as we set on the love seat next to the bedroom window. We sat in silence for several minutes, sipping the tea, and then I yawned. That was Janice’s clue to leave, so she set her cup down, took me in her arms, gave me a passionate kiss on the lips with tongue, and then told me to have sweet dreams. I climbed into bed, with the effects of the kiss still holding in my mind.

Where had that come from, Janice has never showed any interest in me other than a business relationship, at least if she had, I had totally missed the boat. I guess it would have been possible to miss some of the clues along the way, but I doubted it. With my keen interest in people and their actions, I surely would have noticed something romantic lurking in the wings.

All of the day’s activities soon caught up with me, that yawn earlier a precursor to many more followed by sleep soon after that. If I had dreams, I didn’t remember any of them, but the sleep is not as restful as most nights. I laid in bed the next morning for quite a while trying to make some sense of the recent events in my life. No conclusions were forthcoming.

Janice woke me up at seven A.M. telling me that I had to get in the shower, then dressed. My appointment is at nine, and you can’t show up at the salon in sweats or t-shirt and pants. I couldn’t see why not, but she is pushing me toward the bathroom slipping my nightie off as we made our way there. Inside the bathroom, she released the corset, and I visibly shook. The straps on my shoes were released too, a few moments respite felt good. That was until I tried to walk without the heels, pain radiated up from my calves, nothing major but a dull ache. I stood on my toes and the pain subsided some. This after only a day in the heels. After the shower it was back in the heels, although she did leave off the straps. I guess I could be trusted some now. I could now walk without some of the pain, my feet getting used to the extreme heel height too easily. It was weird sleeping in heels last night. Janice had suggested a pillow case to keep them from damaging the sheets. So with two pillow cases encasing my feet in heels I had finally made it under the sheets.

It felt so good to have the corset off for a while, but the feelings as it is being released seemed to mean something else. I had got used to the corset in that short amount of time, and as she released it, goose pimples popped up all over my body. Somehow taking it off seemed to symbolize the loss of something important to my image.

The shower is wonderful, but all too short. Janice is at the door, handing me a shift dress with a pair of panties. As I am slipping the panties up my legs, I notice the extra seams in the garment. Bev is more talented than I gave her credit for, she altered one of my patterns to make me a pair of panties using scrap. I look at Janice; there have to be more clothes for me than this. She smiles, the salon will handle you today, the less you wear the faster they can get your sex changed. That doesn’t sound good for me; I didn’t agree to a sex change or did I.

I am led from the house to her car, mumbling about anything and everything. Janice looks at me, typical female bitching about everything. The drive seemed forever, but that was probably because I was dreading what would happen. When she pulled up in front of the salon I swallowed hard. This place is huge, already packed with customers and so feminine. From the color of the walls to the myriad different décor items spread throughout the salon it dripped femininity. Janice had got out and came to the passenger side of the car, then she opened the door and extracted me from my seat. I tried to pull back, but she was on a mission, a mission she was going to succeed at.

I was dragged inside and Janice informed the receptionist that Teresa is here for her nine o’clock appointment. The receptionist called someone and soon I was being led away to my demise, at least, that is what it felt like. Janice did peck my cheek as I was being led away, my only thought is she is leaving me here all alone to try and cope with this. Soon I was led into a room and my dress and panties were removed. I tried to keep my panties on, but Heather the tech hugged me whispering that it would be alright. As she released the hug my panties fell to the floor. I was helped up onto a table and soon my front side is covered in a white cream. That included my male appendage, who wisely stayed flaccid trying to become invisible.

Thirty minutes later the cream was wiped off leaving soft bare hair free skin. During the treatment Heather engaged me in conversation, she was particularly interested in my part in the play. By the time my front side was finished we were friends, giggling at most anything like two silly school girls. My back side was next, finished the same way with identical results. This time during the treatment Heather worked on my nails, now I sported ten longish nails, the extra length due to some extensions she had glued on to my existing fingernails.

Next was my hair, washed and conditioned then set with curlers. I had kept my hair long and in a ponytail most of the time, that just made her job so much easier. With curls I am sure most of my masculine looking head would disappear. I did not have a strong chin and my eyebrows were never thick and grown together like some males had. My other features were modest, in the masculine range but not overtly so. The one disparaging feature was my nose, the only description that fit was cute. During my life I was reminded about it often, sometimes as an insult if delivered from a male but often as a compliment, the female wishing she had one as cute.

Heather told me they would cut in a style once I had picked out one suitable for the play. The current hairstyle was so that I would get accustomed to a feminine look, helping me get into the role of a sexy female. After the curlers were slathered in hairspray I was moved to a funny looking chair, helped to sit in it properly and then it was leaned back. As the chair leaned back my legs were spread quite wide, I thought I knew what was coming next. To my surprise she left me splayed like that and concentrated on my chest.

Clear cups were glued to my chest right above my nipples. They were plastic and quite good sized. A hose was hooked up to each and a pump turned on pulling some of my extraneous flesh into the cups. Like most males I had become a little flabby especially in regards to my torso. Exercise was so not my thing.

Then Heather moved to my lower extremity. A cool spray and I could feel nothing. It took her about forty minutes to readjust things, then glued my male appendage back between my legs, covering it with a too realistic looking vulva. I know most people refer to it as a vagina, but you have to remember I was trained as an engineer, detail and accuracy means a lot. I did let out several audible sighs, not that it did me any good. Meanwhile the pump was continuing in its quest to give me a sizable rack for my chest. Again another male thing, even in high school most males referred to a female’s breasts as a rack or boobies.

I did get a chance a look at my new appliance down below, I raised my head and dropped it immediately, the image now definitely that of a female’s sex. The slit with two puffy lips surrounding it would be welcome on a female, but not necessarily on me. I quickly wondered why junior had to be hid away just for a part in the play, but thinking when my mind is being assaulted by all kinds of new feelings and sensations it is not recommended. I had the start of a headache coming on, probably not the only one I will get today. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my work, even though I was not there it could help keep my thoughts on friendlier topics, ones that I could deal with.

With me still splayed uncomfortably Heather started putting polish on my new lengthened nails, a bright red although I would have much preferred a subtler shade of pink. I guess part of getting used to being a female means learning to be seen and appreciated. At first I thought my appearance would be comical, far from what a normal female should look like. But as my breasts developed and one look at my groin I now had serious doubts that I would turn out anything but pretty. I could picture myself in a corset, a slender waist finishing the look that my body needed to appear as an attractive female.

Speaking of which Heather soon returned with a very strict looking one, way longer that the ones we made. It was a pale ivory, with way too much lace sewn on. I was laced into it, Heather turned out to be much stronger than Bev, not having any trouble getting it snug. It came right up to the cups that had been secured to my chest and covered my new vulva but barely. If I thought I had problems last night dealing with the waist nipper this corset made that one look like a toy for a child. I tried several times trying to get a full breath into my lungs, a feat I soon learned would be impossible. Only short breaths worked, if I ever had to exert myself any, I am sure I would keel over from a lack of oxygen. I wondered about the clothes back at the plant, they might not fit me properly if I have lost more inches in my waist. This corset seemed to make me a lot smaller in the waist, while forcing any extra tissue either to my breasts or hips.

My hair was washed and conditioned, in fact several times Heather making the remark that I obviously knew nothing about taking care of my hair. Hey I washed it once every ten days whether it needed it or not. The stuff from the dollar store worked pretty good in my opinion. Then she cut it into a feminine style even wet it looked very feminine. Then came the curlers, lots of them with a healthy dose of setting gel used before my hair was wrapped around them. Looking in the mirror I presented quite a sight. A somewhat masculine looking face on top of a very feminine figure with my hair in a multitude of brightly colored curlers. What a sight.

Once my eyebrows were eliminated, my face lost most of its masculinity. Then when she penciled in the higher arch, Teresa was here to stay. Heather set me under a dryer, so my hair can be dried, the warm almost hot air making me a little uncomfortable. I giggled a little, breasts being sucked from my chest and I am complaining about the hot air from the dryer.

Once dry she removed the curlers, and lightly brushed my hair. The image in front of me now definitely a female, the long curly strands laying on my shoulders while the ones on top of my head were amassed framing my face. I received some basic makeup, mascara, some rouge on my cheeks and a right pink lipstick. I was quite a sight, standing there dressed to go out in a corset and panties.

Oh there were still the cups on my chest, now almost full to capacity. Heather turned off the pump, detached the hoses letting my new breasts settle into the cups of the corset. I reached one hand to touch them, the warmness and the mobility of them surprising me. She had told me the cups stay on, eventually dissolving, but what I was touching felt just like a real breast. Yes, I have felt a real breast or two during my life, these babies felt just like the ones I had fondled before.

I heard a squeal and turned to see who had made the noise. There stood Bev with a garment bag over her shoulder and her one hand over her mouth. She laid the bag over a chair and launched herself in my direction. I was hugged, groped, pinched and generally woman handled. I did get a kiss, as she whispered in my ear that Janice is going to go ballistic when she sees you. I doubt you will be standing when she finishes with you. My mouth was open, Janice seemed to have a thing for me, and it was pretty well known by all around me. I, however, was totally clueless in the matter.

Once my new look was absorbed she went to get the garment bag and unzipped it. Then pulled out another dress, she had made for me, I could see the many different parts used to assemble the dress. She held the dress open for me as I stepped into it, then she buttoned up the buttons at the back of the dress. I felt trapped now, I doubted I could reach half of them, now dependent on someone to help me undress. I thought of Janice helping me out of the dress and blushed a crimson red. I looked at the image in the mirror, the dress hugged every curve of my body like it had been painted on me. I can see that Bev has been very busy, probably giggling the whole time, making dresses for her formerly male boss. I said former male, I really doubted that all of this could just be taken off and I would instantly return to my male body, the breasts lying in the cups of the corset a prime example. Incidentally, the dress had a plunging neckline leaving at least half of my breast showing above the bodice top. My nipples barely covered, and trying to poke themselves out of their confines.

It was hard to get used to my breast just lying in the cup of the corset. Nothing keeping them there but gravity. Any leaning over or exaggerated motion most likely causing them to escape their confines. I presume a female gets used to this somewhat, but a new female with no previous experience not so much. So I walked and moved with care, not sure how I would react when one of my tits plopped out of my dress. I was gathered up, Bev signing for my services and taken to her car. She had been instructed to gather me up and take me directly to Janice, no stops, no dilly dallying but straight to Janice.

On the ride back I tried to talk to Bev about Janice. Even talking took a lot of effort, the corset making all things including breathing lots more difficult. I finally got out the words, Bev just smiling. Everybody in the plant knows about Janice’s infatuation with you. You may be smart, but what is right in front of you seems to evade your senses. Ever since she hired you a couple of years ago, she has had the hots for you, but you just cruised along impervious to everything happening around you. When the accident happened she instantly became engrossed in this mission. Taking away your masculinity, and into her bed she is going to make you over into her perfect lover. I suggest you go along, no matter how you feel, Janice on a mission never fails.

We parked at her townhouse and Bev got me to the door, rang the doorbell and turned and left. I just stood there not knowing what to expect. The door opened, she gave me a thorough look, not missing much, her eyes covering every inch of my feminized figure. She ran her tongue over her lips, in anticipation, then reached out and grabbed my hand yanking me inside. I was soon being kissed, a kiss like I have never experienced before. Pure lust is maybe the best description. Gawd, how could I have missed her feelings for me, I must have had my head up my ass the entire time I worked alongside of her.

She had a fun time for the next five hours as my new body was thoroughly explored. I was just going along for the ride, and what a ride it was. She finally gave out, I was thankful as she had me squirming, moaning, and screaming for the entire time. My former male body could not handle all that was happening to me, I am not complaining, but doubt I will ever embrace the male disguise ever again.

I was accepted as my new persona at the plant, getting hugs from the gals and polite handshakes from the few guys we employed. By the time of the play I was immersed in my portrayal of Marilyn, even my voice seemed to fit the character now.

Even though I was scared to death on opening night the play was an unqualified success playing for six weekends. I stayed as Teresa after the play finished six weeks of dressing and acting as a female pretty much making returning to the life of a male not possible or desired. I never did go back to my apartment, Janice saw to my things being done away with, and since that first evening I had never been anywhere but in her bed.

About six months later my ex-wife contacted me asking if I could take the girls to raise. Her newest conquest did not want the girls under any conditions so she was hoping I would take them back. I reluctantly told her of my changes, she giggled into the phone, she had me checked out and was already aware of my new looks, the girls anxious to see their new mommy. Janice was ecstatic when I told her, even went with me to pick up the girls. Kay my ex was speechless when she saw me for the first time, hugging me hard and tight. I think she now realized what she had and let get away. A few minutes later two squealing girls came and tackled me, not letting go when I tried to get them to our car. I saw a tear or two in Kay’s eyes as we left, but turned away. It was her decision and she is the one that has to live with it.

Janice helped me herd the girls into the back seat and she drove. The chatter from the two was infectious, they seemed so happy now. At the house we got them settled into their room, hanging their clothes in their closet. Both were in school, so I will stay working then leave early so that I can pick them up at school.

Life turned out to be good after that, Janice and I marrying about three months later, our girls by our sides. Bev is now handling most of my previous job, I just check in on her if she needs help. Almost every time I do she has a bag of clothes for me and the girls, each custom made to our measurements.

Janice’s true love the theater is doing well, lots of volunteers now and three corporate sponsors to boot. I get called in from time to time to play a small part, but nothing like the Marilyn part. If Janice has her way she is going to do the Marilyn play again on the anniversary of its original playing five years ago. Once she let it slip that she was considering the idea it was all over the papers and we had hundreds of request for tickets. When I saw Bev sewing the dresses for the play, I knew it would happen, the smirk on her face so evil.

I had some help in the beginning, well to be truthful lots of help. But what resulted from the help is so wonderful. I have the love of my life and my two girls and friends all over the community. Now that I am a female I am certain it is the right gender for me. The fact that Janice is my soul mate, all the better.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Monica; One Of The Girls

Monica; One Of The Girls

My turn to host the girls, it was going to be this Friday night, ten days since the last outing. We were associates from work, some of us had been with the company for years, the last two to join the group only with the company for six months. We all worked in the customer support department, our jobs to help our customers with their orders, shipping, or to help straighten out mistakes made by our shipping department. It wasn’t a hard job, but sometimes it could be exasperating. The friendships started as we went to a bar to have a few drinks together once a week or so.

The bar scene was not something any of us really enjoyed so we started going to one of our apartments or homes to continue the meetings. Then each hostess or host would fix some light snacks, and some exotic coffees or teas for us to enjoy at our get-together. The first meetings were spent griping about our jobs, our company’s lack of appreciation for us or some current boyfriend or girlfriend actions during the last date. That over time morphed to some games, finally ending up with what we past the time with now at our get togethers.

I should explain about the group first. Wendy was our supervisor, about thirty, a blonde and quite shapely. She was the most outgoing of the group, her inhibitions were non-existent. She was single, really not interested in dating much, but did attend any company functions to check out what was being offered.

Beverly was her assistant, a red head and probably the most intelligent of the group. Her temper matched her hair color, although she was able to keep it tame enough to keep from getting in trouble with it. Bev had been married, found out her husband of three weeks was having sex with someone else and came close to making a woman of him literally.

Suzie was one of the staff, along with the rest of us, eight to six four days a week. We rotated our days off so there was always five of us working. She also was single, but was dating every chance she could get to hopefully find Mr. Right. She even tried dating a female once, her success with the males was pretty dismal and she was feeling down and lost. The next day she declared herself bi-sexual, and since then either sex is alright, just hadn’t found the right one yet. We called her our chameleon, since her hair color changed weekly trying to find something to help lure that elusive partner.

Patricia was our fashionista, dressed to the nines every day she worked. Her family had money so she spent it on clothes, lingerie, and makeup. She was in her mid-twenties, never admitting to an actual age. She was quieter than the rest, but often spoke up when pushed by an unruly customer. It had gotten her into trouble in the past so she always set between us. If her voice started to raise we would lean over and rub her leg to get her to calm down. If necessary one of us would take her customer to soothe things out. Her hair was most often brunette, but always with highlights.

Then we have Janice, our mystery girl. She was friendly, almost too friendly. Never shared anything about her past, but was one of the most efficient at her job. She was constantly getting ratings near 100 on her reviews, we joked that she could sweet talk the clothes off anybody before they realized what was happening. She was definitely the tallest, nearly six feet in her heels. Her actual height was never disclosed, we often kidded her about it but she always side stepped any direct answers to our questions. Another brunette, her hair almost to her waist, always shiny and loose.

Lastly we have me, the only male of the group. I was the token male to assure no allegations of discrimination could be leveled against the company. I was actually told that when I was hired, I needed the job badly so it was not an issue with me. It did take them a couple of weeks before I was accepted into the group, the stilted conversations at first made the girls resent me, but soon they resumed their normal dialogue. When I made a remark about what one of them said one day it was met with complete silence.

Janice saved the day for me and the others. “He speaks, and it was a relevant thought, what are we going to do now.” There was quite a bit of giggling, but from that moment on I was included as if I was one of the girls. Several times the conversations were a little more than I could handle comfortably. The girls just grinning but keeping it up. About four weeks later I was invited to my first female gathering. It went well, I made a few appropriate comments and was accepted as a full member of the click.

Over the months I have noticed my focus has changed, I used to follow sports, now when I look at a newspaper or magazine I look for any fashion articles or celebrity happenings. When we are walking to our favorite spot for lunch I look at the store windows just like the girls.

I did attempt to date a couple of females in the company, but apparently my actions that night left them without any desire for a second date. My so called friends and advisors suggested that I try a male, my charms would have him eating out of my hands quickly. I do hope they were kidding me, but decided I was not going to test that theory in the near future.

Now that you have a little history, back to the meeting at my house tonight. It is my parents’ house, given to me when they upped and moved to the other side of the country. They said it was because they wanted a warmer climate, without the extreme heat of the desert southwest. I never did hear if Northern Georgia was any better. My mom and I still talked, but they were always busy doing something with friends, so for the last three years we saw nothing of each other.

I had went all out in preparation of tonight’s snacks, made little snack pizzas, warmed some breadsticks, had three tomato based sauces to dip them in and even made some three bean salad. I had gotten some prepared drinks from a beverage company that we all used for the exotic coffees and teas we have learned to like. I had ten different selections to choose from for tonight. The group arrived all together, exchanged hugs and kisses and we dove in while the pizza and bread sticks were warm. I received numerous compliments, them kidding about always having the meetings at my house since the service and menu were the best of the group.

We talked and giggled often for the next hour, we had two new employees to talk about at work, both of them full of themselves and widely believed to be gone before the next week was out. Both were female, spoiled rotten and too young to have learned how to survive on their own.

Finally time for the games, it was Wendy’s time to choose a game, so she went to her purse and withdrew several pads and pens. We were to each jot down five fantasies of ours, trying to keep anyone from guessing who the fantasy was for. Real fantasies and erotic in nature, not casual dreams or desires. If we fooled everybody, we received points, if we were guessed then we had to act out the fantasy. I swallowed hard, but the girls were already writing feverishly.

I couldn’t think of anything, my fantasies were to marry, have children, and get promoted at work, nothing even remotely erotic or unusual. A couple of the girls were already finished, looking at me wondering why I wasn’t writing something down. I finally wrote a couple of things down, things that I had read on a fiction site I stumbled on a few days ago. I figured they were so left field that no one would be able to figure who wrote them. I made sure to slant the wording so that it could not be presumed to be a male wanting those things, since of the six people I was the only male.

Then Wendy surprised me by telling us to exchange one fantasy with each of the other players, so they were now all mixed up. We had folded them so no writing could be seen, then exchanged one with each of my counterparts. A bowl was produced and we dumped them all in and stirred them up. To keep from one of us recognizing the hand writing a fellow player would draw a slip of paper and read it for the player whose turn it was.

Wendy drew first for Beverly, reading it and then laying it face down on the table. It was one of mine, I tried to show no emotion, but that is real hard when dealing with this type of situation. Beverly hemmed and hawed, looking at each of us and smiling at us, trying to cause a reaction. She made some guesses of who that person might be, Janice wouldn’t do this, but I could see Patricia maybe wanting something like this. It was fun there was a lot of gigging and laughing, but then she pushed the paper in front of me.

Wendy then told us that the papers would remain in front of the person selected until the end of the game. Then all would be confessed and the accurately guessed fantasies would be indulged. I wish I had known that earlier before I had come up with my supposed fantasies. Too late now, maybe I would be spared any more accurate guesses.

To get through the thirty fantasy slips took some time, it was almost the end of the game before my other fantasies came up. I spent all of the time trying to figure out how to claim the fantasies were not mine. Since the color of the ink looked the same and I had purposefully printed my fantasies I thought I might be able to at least deflect one or two accurate guesses. I wasn’t paying attention as the last four slips were read and my last fantasy was pushed in front of me. The girls were giggling uncontrollably now, hoping they had guessed right.

Wendy went through each pile, separating them out into two piles. She used our pens to do the separating making a slash of the pen over the writing to verify which ones were ours and not someone else’s. I let out an audible sigh, all of the girls looking my way and smiling. I was doomed by my own stupidity, and going to have to live up to my outlandish fake fantasies.

As each girl was checked they immediately did what the fantasy required, taking off a portion of their clothing, undressing completely or in one case allowing her hands to be tied behind her back. I would have been turned on to the nth degree except I knew what was coming for me. Of course, Wendy saved me for last, even doing her own pile before she checked mine. I would have been in seventh heaven as she completely removed her clothes, standing near me as she checked my pile. You know what happened as soon as you started reading this tale, all but one of my absurd fantasies now laying on the table in front of me.

All of the girls got up, grabbed a fantasy and started rounding up the necessary things to make it happen. That is all but Janice, she was the one to have her hands tied behind her back, but that didn’t stop her from making suggestions or pointing out where something needed for my fantasy could be found. I just sat there waiting for the moment when my whole world would come apart. How could I have been so dumb, don’t answer that.

I was stripped naked and then dressed in some of their lingerie and clothes currently not in use. The sensations of the silky clothes on my body were hard to resist, my male apparatus showing signs of inflating. The girls all watched in awe. “Well we now know that these are his actual fantasies, the truth detector has spoken.” I had some makeup applied, now dressed in a bra, panties, slip, dress, stockings and high heels. Unfortunately we were relatively the same size, a couple of their things a little tight on me. The makeup consisted of mascara, way too much in my opinion and several coats of lipstick.

It was surreal, one gal totally naked, one with her titties exposed and one with nothing on her lower torso, then you have Janice with her hands tied behind her back, one not missing any clothes but on her hands and knees waiting to lick the first volunteer to a climax. Then you have me dressed in their clothes, trying to shrink away from all of it.

Then they started talking about my last fantasy that was read aloud to the group. Simply stated it was to be the boss lady for the day, to be able to supervise employees and be the one in charge. When I wrote it, I was sure that it would point to one of the other females, so I had no qualms in submitting it. Now it looked like I was about to have an even worse day than this, as they planned how to satisfy my fondest desire on Monday.

I had calmed down some, a little rational thought appearing in my mind from time to time. What about the other fantasies of the girls, I only saw some shedding of some clothes, not the two or three things they had to do to satisfy the fantasies they had to perform. I got some red faces, some stuttering, and some downcast eyes. I looked over their stack of slips, picking out a few that I thought would be appropriate for a Monday work day. I told them I would go to work as a female boss Monday if they would do these things at the same time.

I stood there hands on my hips, in one of their dresses, my stuffed breasts making my chest protrude lewdly. I could barely walk in the heels, switching from foot to foot to keep my toes from being squashed even more in the shoes. They reluctantly agreed, anxious to see me in female attire for a whole day. I giggled to myself, thinking of some of the things they would suffer through that day, misery loves company my motto at least for Monday.

We did all agree that this particular game would never be played again, the consequences too much to live with. We did complement Wendy for thinking out of the box, but told her also that any further thinking on her part would be severally punished. We are not kidding.

The girls wanted some assurances that I would not change my mind, so they took my luggage and packed away all of my male clothes from the closet and dresser except for a couple of things they would wear home. That was done so that I would have clothes for tomorrow and Monday, each outfit laid out on my love seat for me to select from. “You don’t trust me, I am hurt by your actions.” That was said as they took a bag a piece and left me standing there in my dress and heels.

After leaving I checked the bedroom to see if they had forgotten anything. No luck, the bedroom and bathroom clean as a whistle except for the makeup they had left me for Monday. There was even a bottle of nail polish there for my use. I set done hard on a chair by the window, staring outside as if an answer to my problem laid out there for my selection. It was fun for a while, we did have a lot of fun, but when I had to own up to all my supposed fantasies the fun part seemed to leak away. I set there for quite some time, finally it was time to get some sleep, two more days of this femaleness before Monday and the end of my fantasy period. I removed my clothes, but left on the panties and bra. I know not the reason for leaving the bra and panties on, maybe just having another piece of clothing helping me to feel less naked and uncomfortable.

I slipped under the covers, the mind still working on how I had screwed things up so bad. I eventually got some sleep, the next morning way too many vivid dreams making their appearance. I went to the bathroom, then changed panties and the bra to the other set waiting for me today. I smiled briefly thinking of the girls going home without their bras wearing only my rough shorts and jeans. Janice did call me later that day asking if I was dressed properly, she was the one selected to make sure I was doing as told and had not slipped out anywhere to obtain any male clothing. I invited her over, my extreme embarrassment was pretty much gone, they had already seen me naked and dressed as a woman so nothing new there today.

An hour later she knocked on the door, I went over to welcome her dragging her to the kitchen for coffee and something to eat. We talked as we sipped the coffee, and some pastries I had forgotten I had in the freezer. A few minutes in the microwave and they were suitable to be devoured. I found out from her it was nearly two hours after they left here before she was released, she did love being treated that way, just wished she could find a partner that felt the same way. As that statement left her mouth she was staring at me intensely, waiting for some indication that I might be the one. I thought I might be interested, but decided to wait a while. I had my own demons to align somehow or extricate if I couldn’t live with them.

She stayed for lunch, some sandwiches and some cottage cheese, something I had often to help curb my weight and keep my figure. That last word now having another meaning to the new me. Once lunch was handled we sat and talked. She did make some suggestions for me, my knees not together when I set, I didn’t smooth my skirt before I set. I was advised on a more feminine walk and how to hold my hands when not doing something. I brought up to Janice how I wanted to take it a little further for Monday may be getting my ears pierced, or a makeover to make my disguise a little more realistic. The way that I looked now I looked like a male in a dress, at work I wanted to blend in some, not wanting the whole office staff to make fun of me or be able to kid me.

She suggested a salon that could help, even gave me their number. She had her hair cut there, her stylist was named Sheila, she was sure that she could help me. Janice had a family gathering to go to, but promised to pick me up tomorrow morning, saving me the embarrassment of driving in heels and a dress. We hugged, it felt real good. Something had changed between her and me, but I just couldn’t put my finger on what exactly had changed. I called the number, finding out that she could take me a little later today. I drove over to the salon, swallowed several times to get the congestion and fear out of my chest, and then walked in. I expected to be laughed at, but I was treated with respect and caring.

Sheila led me to a private treatment room at the back, wanting to know how she could help me. After explaining what I was thinking she offered me different treatments that might meet my needs. It was overwhelming what they could do for me, so I asked her to just pick a few things for tomorrow, to allow me to escape the male in a dress look. She told me her thoughts: hair removal, some breast forms, a wet set on my hair and some nail polish on my fingers and toes. Then some long lasting makeup for tomorrow so that I wouldn’t have to try to do it myself. Ear piercing was included, according to her I would look so cute with pierced earrings. I agreed and over the next few hours I was transformed into a convincing female. If you looked real close you could still see the male underneath, but a quick glance showed only a cute female.

As she was taking out my curlers, my masses of springy curls bounced around on my head. She took time to spray my face to set the makeup, then created my hairstyle. She suggested that I sleep in a chair tonight so that my hairdo escaped being squashed so much. A liberal coat of hairspray would insure the same look tomorrow, maybe a few fingers lightly run through my hair to remove any smashed curls.

As I left the salon I felt invigorated, a glance in the mirror showed only a female image, a cute one no less. On the way home I stopped at the mall, browsed a few dress shops looking for something special to wear tomorrow. Why I was embracing this, I haven’t the slightest idea. I found a pale green business suit, the jacket fairly form fitting with a slight flare at the hips. The skirt was not quite a pencil skirt, but still tight at least from my standpoint. Luckily they had it in my size. No, I did not become a fashion expert overnight, the sales associate giving me the terms and descriptions that I was using. Yes, I was scared to death, constantly looking around to see if someone had seen through me.

With my purchase in my arms. I felt good somehow, managing to do these things as a female with little distress, well minimal distress. The dress shop associate knew I was a male underneath, but still treated me with respect. The one hundred and sixty dollars I spent on the outfit probably paid her some commission, something I was sure she appreciated.

Don’t ask me why I bought the suit or even had the makeover at the salon. It was not required, but at the time seemed to be a good idea. I closed my eyes and just went with it, consequences be damned. I stopped and got some food to eat at home, some tacos and a burrito along with some tortilla chips. I seriously thought of eating in the little restaurant, but home seemed to be the better choice. I hung my clothes as soon as I got home, again something I have never done before. I then ate my treats, Mexican food, in particular, always a soft spot with me. I cleaned up after myself, something I never did, even felt my head to see if I was running a fever, something my Mother always did if I did something out of the ordinary. Nope no fever, must be insanity then.

I settled into my favorite chair thinking how I would handle tomorrow, the job not requiring a boss really, as long as the calls got handled promptly. The extent of Wendy’s management was supervising the schedule and settling any dispute that might arise with a less than cooperative customer. I drifted off to sleep, surprisingly fast, considering all that my mind was trying to figure out about my involvement, in this fantasy. I got up earlier, the sleeping in the chair did preserve my hairstyle, something I couldn’t figure why I was so concerned about. Dressing in my new outfits was fun, in and out of several of the pieces of lingerie left for me to see what looked best with my new purchase.

Janice was early, her eyebrows shot up when she saw how I was dressed. She slowly walked around me looking to see what changes had been made, then made sure I had my purse and we were off. She asked where I had bought the dress, I told her where in the mall and she giggled. You know the salon you went to has clothes in the other part of the building, but I am sure that the mall experience did you some good.

“Did you do you other fantasy for today?” I was smiling from ear to ear asking her that. She nodded yes, I told her she needed to show me when we got to work, we can’t trust you yet, not with something this important. Her face was bright red now, I am sure she had left her panties at home with that kind of reaction, but I would follow through, I think Janice will like that as much as not wearing any panties.

The rest of the trip was in silence, me thinking what the other girls are going to say, and Janice sweating her show and tell. We both walked in together, put our purses in our desks and signed on to our computers. Most of the time we got at least a few minutes before the first customer called. The computer started switching calls at Nine AM and it was still a few minutes before nine when we got there. The other girls dragged in, I looked at each of them to see if they had also complied with their last unfulfilled fantasy.

Wendy and Patricia without bras, their movement of their breasts a sure sign of no bra, Patricia’s prominent nipples meant she was wearing her pasties as per her fantasy. Suzie was the last one to arrive, the other two girls having the day off. Hers would be harder to detect without a more personal inspection. I told Janice to stand up and show me her lack of underwear. She did, the red on her face drifting pretty much all over her body. Wendy told Suzie to stand holding out her hand. Suzie reached into her purse, handing a remote to Wendy. It was clicked on and Suzie almost fell to her knees. Wendy turned it off, the vibrator was where it should be and operational.

Then all four of them faced me asking me where the dress came from, then who did the makeover and hair. They exchanged looks between them, but never said anything. The calls started and soon we all had one call and another waiting our attention. It was one of our busiest Mondays, just my luck when it was my time to be boss. We closed an hour for lunch that kept our staff requirements less, not having to keep people to spell off each of us. The company was alright to work for but like most these days always looking to save some dollars.

We went to our regular lunch place, shopping a little on the way back. As soon as we arrived back we got a call from corporate for Wendy to come to personnel. She looked at me, you are the boss today, you need to see what they want. I immediately panicked, dressed as a female and being seen other than by our close group of friends was way too much. The girls pushed me out the door and locked it behind me. I started to knock on the door, but through the glass Wendy just pointed to personnel.

Very reluctantly I made my way there, trying to figure out what to say when I got there. Ms. Kent was nice, everybody knew her and adored her. When I entered the office she smiled at me, asking me what my name was. I told her I was Morton from customer service, she had called asking for Wendy to come up here, and since Wendy and I are exchanging jobs today you got me. I was asked to sit down and explain my dress and what is happening today. She didn’t seem mad or upset so I explained everything.

She never said anything or made a comment about what we were doing, then she did something on the computer. A few minutes later she slid a document over and had me sign it, I tried to read it before I signed, but she was smiling and wanting me to hurry up. Given a copy she told me that they were going to start a rotating leadership training at the company, so what we were doing fit perfectly into the scheme of things.

Then as I rose to head back she congratulated me on becoming the token transgender person, no longer male I will be a female as far as the company is concerned. Oh tell Wendy everything worked out just as she suggested. You are a person short since you are the boss today I would suggest that you get to work. I walked back having the feeling that I had just been out manipulated by the best. Wendy had arranged the whole thing from the party to today.

When I got back we were too busy for me to corner Wendy, but her smile said it all. I heard a few scattered giggles and knew that the other girls were in on it too. It was quitting time before we got a breather, the computer closing off the phone lines at five PM sharp. We had all finished our last calls, so we were done for the day. I wanted Wendy to answer questions but she just wanted out of there. She invited everybody to her apartment for drinks and to fill in the new female employee on her job and dress code. I was reluctant to go with them but with several arms on mine I was dragged along anyway. Since Janice had picked me up this morning I had little choice anyway.

Everybody settled in at her apartment, Janice helping her get something to drink for everybody. When all were seated Wendy started the conversation. From the very start when we first met you all of us saw only a female inside. On your days off we racked our brains trying to figure how we could get what is inside outside where it belongs. Numerous suggestions were made but you conveniently ignored us, so finally the game at your place. We were amazed that you didn’t pick up the deception right away, we were more than obvious on several occasions.

But you bought into it, our goal was achieved and we had you on the right track. Then when you got the makeover and bought the dress at the mall we were sure of our conclusions. Once dressed here at work, the final pieces could be put in place. You are now transgendered, transitioning to be a female, with full company approval. The rotating supervisor trial had been in place for several months, you just never caught on to what was happening right before your eyes.

Just remember all the incentives that we willingly gave to make sure our little girl here could spread her wings. Getting to see us naked in varying degrees of undress is not going to happen often, so treasure those things that you did get to see. Now that the shoe is on the other foot we get to see you in your lingerie, you have a lot to learn and your BFF’s are ready to teach you. Since it is your day off tomorrow, an appointment to get you the necessary female equipment is in order. That has been arranged and Janice had volunteered to accompany you to make sure you get the proper size additions.

Any signs of the former male that used to work here will be dealt with quickly and severally. Now for a name, I have several listed her on these sheets of paper. Circle the one you like the most, the one with the most votes is our girl’s new name. I started to protest, but Wendy stopped that right away, if you don’t like the name by vote method we can go with Matilda. I shut up and took the piece of paper. The names I saw I was not really fond of, but Monica sounded the best of the group. Luckily that was the winner of the straw vote also. So Monica it is, now a female and one of the girls. I imagine after tomorrow I will be a card carrying member, not just an honorary member.

Janice accompanied me home, since the appointment at the salon was first thing in the morning, we would leave from my apartment. We stopped to get some takeout, neither of us wanting to cook tonight. We talked all the way home, about work and the last disastrous meeting of the girls from work. Disastrous at least for me. We ate the pizza we had picked out, both of us disregarding any diets we might have had. It was good, we even ate the crumbs that were left. She had brought a movie to watch, knowing that I had a DVD player. It was a chick film, but even I was shedding some tears at the appropriate spots.

After the movie I made some fresh tea, and a batch of biscuits. With butter and some jam we consumed those as well. We got around to talking about tomorrow, Janice wanting to know what I really thought of switching to the female gender. I thought about my answer for some time, before I told her that is what I really wanted. I feel at peace when dressed and acting as a female, something I have been without my whole life. I guess I could learn to bottle it up again, only enjoying it when at home and all the doors and windows are locked. But being with you girls and being accepted as a female means so much to me.

Any person just meeting me would instantly declare me mentally unstable, if I wasn’t just hauled away to the mental ward. Several times I have thought of my willingness to go along with everything, something so unusual for me. In the end, I do like hanging out with the girls, so maybe being one of the girls is not that far fetched. I am happier this way, although I am ashamed to admit it. So for now, Monica is one of the girls, and hopefully a friend too. I was squashed in a hug and then led into the salon, the girl me needing some proper female equipment. I can see life to be very interesting soon.

It didn’t take them long to make the necessary adjustments. My eyebrows were done away with, something they skipped on my previous visit. It did make a big difference in my appearance, as it made my eyes stand out more. My breast forms were removed, and I was hooked up to a large machine, the hoses form the machine leading to two cups adhered to my chest. As I was switched on, I watched as some of my extraneous flesh was sucked into the cups.

Janice had a ball picking out my breast size, picking up different sized cups and laying them on my chest to see how they looked. I kind of lost track as to what ones that were still there, but when they added the adhesive I saw the letter D imprinted on the size of the cup. I was not sure what that meant, but I think it meant that I had been screwed royally. Of course Janice is giggling away, but when I tried to remove the cups she just held my hand till I relaxed and gave up.

They did something to my calves of my legs as forms were placed behind the calf and strapped to my leg. My foot was pointed down severally like I was standing on my toes. I was left like that for a while, then as the machine switched to a steady pull on my soon to be breasts a felt a needle prick in each calf. It was quick and I again focused on my developing breasts. My first thought was if they are being sucked from my body how will I ever be able to reverse it. The light came on upstairs, I won’t be able to, they are mine for the duration. I closed my eyes, if I can’t see them they are not there.

My eyes sprung open again when the forms were removed from my lower legs. My foot stayed the same though still pointed down at quite an angle. I couldn’t figure out why it was done to me though. I was helped out of my present chair and moved over to a chair by the sink. The hoses attached to my breast cups coming along too. As I took the first step a pain shot up my leg, I tried again to place my foot flat and another pain erupted. I had to move to where they wanted me on my tip toes. Then my mind engaged, heels, I would now be required to wear heels everywhere, since it was obvious my leg tendons have been shortened. The girls having some fun with me, and I am not even fully converted to the female gender. I did catch Janice sitting over to the side smirking as she talked with my technician as they were sipping some coffee.

Still thinking about my need to wear heels all the time I felt the tech starting to wash and condition my hair, I had just had the wash and set the last time I was in, so apparently something new for me was in the works. Sure enough after the second conditioner was rinsed out of my hair, a foul smelling liquid was thoroughly worked through my tresses. I had a feeling that maybe a new hair color was being added, as the liquid that was worked in had a very light almost pinkish tint to it. Thirty minutes under a low heat dryer as the color was processed, then rinsed. Yep, I was now a champagne blonde, another permanent addition to my femaleness and making my face just that much more feminine.

She set the hair in curlers again, this time smaller ones than was used last time. Another stint under a dryer as my hair was dried, the tech taking a few minutes to change my nail color, now a light pink. Probably to match my new hair color. The pump had turned off on my breast development the cups now full to the brim. I was unhooked from the machine, the hoses removed from the cups and a shot of something placed through the hose attachment directly into my enlarged nipples.

Before I could ask about the shot, I received an application of a clear cream on my top and bottom lips. It started tingling right away, so my focus was disrupted as I concentrated on the tingling and apparent swelling of my lips. I gave up, now content to just sit there and wait until I was finished. Way too many things happening way too fast.

When they finished with me there was no masculine left. Monica is the real persona now and from what I had been told what I will remain for the future. I did shop in their clothing store, needing enough outfits for work. When Janice showed up to pick me up I relaxed, everything as it should be and some time to myself before I had to show the girls my changes.

Wrong, Janice headed to work instead of my apartment, still time to show the girls the new Monica. Well that was two hours ago, after showing all of the girls the changes we adjourned to a coffee shop for refreshments and more girl talk. It is official, Monica is one of the girls now. It took quite awhile to get here, but I couldn’t be happier.

We never did play that game again, the reason for it now handled. I do miss seeing the girls au natural, but since I am one now and have the same body parts it seems unnecessary. I did pair up with Janice, as we cuddle each other in bed, me in my nightie and her naked and trussed up. One of the girls now and proud of it.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca