Patsy; Surviving The Conspiracy

Patsy; Surviving The Conspiracy

There were rumors of a shakeup in upper level management and some promotions that might be in the offering. Our company was going through some tough times, increased competition and some personnel that were not qualified for the position they held in the company. Most of these employees were ones that were hired by friends or family members that were already employed by the company, a practice that was commonly used until recently.

That practice and those employees were causing problems now. Recently we have lost several customers because of these employees, through simple neglect. By the time someone became aware of the problem the customers had already left us for the competition.

In one case our employee had failed to respond for requests from the customer for over three months. Finally the customer got fed up, called our CEO and canceled their contract. Rather than finding out what the problem was he told the customer they couldn’t cancel the contract. The customer hung up on him. The next day we were sued for half a million dollars for failure to uphold our end of the contract. When all the facts became known, the CEO and fifteen managerial staff were let go, along with thirty of the worst free loaders that had been handed jobs here while having no qualifications for said job.

Now there was a significant amount of positions to be filled within the company. Being part of a large corporation most of the promotions were decided or influenced by your immediate supervisor. Jenny is our department head, of which I am one of her service representatives. There are fifteen of us in her department, each handling several companies and their interaction with our company. In our case we supplied services to keep their inventory and purchasing systems running and up to date.

Any interaction with their company was handled by a service rep, then we would pass it down to our programmers and they would fix or adjust the software to keep it operating at peak efficiency. Our software could tell the customer what items were selling the most, suggested orders to handle sales and what items to discontinue due to lack of sales. Our software also handled costing an item out and different sell prices based on the percent of markup desired by the company.

Jenny and I got along, but our relationship never could be considered friendly. I was not sure what the problem was, but did the best that I could and made sure all of my efforts were thought out well and the paperwork was done meticulously. When Jenny got her job almost two years ago, there had been some talk that I would have been a better fit for the job then her. Since she had more seniority, she was given the position. If Jenny had her way I would not get any of the offered positions, this is if they were indeed offered to me.

Just recently the current rep of one of our biggest customers had really fouled things up, pissing off the customer and causing them to refuse to sign a renewal contract for our software products at least that is the version being circulated around the company. That would have been a quarter million dollar loss in revenue. Since her job was on the line too Jenny tried to soothe things over, she managed to get a brief dialogue going, but they absolutely refused to sign the contract. It was rumored in the industry they were already talking to our competition about joining their ranks.

Jenny was getting desperate, not only the mess that the rep caused, but now her failure to appease the customer was in the balance. I think in a last ditch effort to finally put me out of the picture she assigned them to me. If I failed I would also likely be cast aside, I am sure Jenny would not be opposed to that action in the least.

Competition from me for future positions within the company would then be mute. I was not happy being inserted into this fiasco, but any refusal on my part would be the grounds that Jenny needed to let me go. It left me with no choice, either way I doubted I would be with the company for much longer.

After being made aware of all that had transpired, I made the call to see if I could get through to their CEO. The fourth time I made the attempt I managed to get to talk to her. Rather than trying to talk business I invited her out to dinner, suggesting that after a nice meal we might spend some time trying to find some things the two companies might still have in common.

At first, I purposefully tried to keep everything low key then if I could build some kind of relationship with her, maybe try and find out what happened and correct it.

She reluctantly agreed, and I asked her to pick the place. I would then make reservations and arrange a time for us to meet there. Of course, she picked the fanciest place in town, one that is usually booked up months in advance. I could see trouble here before I even get to talk to her. I called the restaurant, inquired about getting a reservation but did not have much hope of success.

The lady I was taking to was cordial but insisted that it would be a month at least before she could work me in. Even then it would be a spur of the moment thing, when someone canceled. I asked who I was talking to, something I usually did in case I needed to call back later. She told me her name was Wendy, her voice sounding familiar. I smiled and asked her if she remembered the boy that set behind her in fourth grade math class and played with her pigtails. It was a long shot but I doubted there were that many Wendy’s in this part of the state. She let out a squeal as I had to move the phone further away from my ear.

“Patrick I have thought of you often, back then wearing my hair in pigtails just so you could play with them.

I did manage to get a reservation at that restaurant for the following evening, prime time and one of their better tables. I called Veronica, the CEO back, told her the time of our reservation and we agreed to meet there. She seemed astonished that I had got a reservation even mentioning the name of the restaurant twice to make sure we were still talking about the same place. I assured her it was the restaurant she requested.

I arranged to arrive a few minutes earlier, knowing that Wendy would want to catch up on our lives since fourth grade. We went to the same school all the way through eighth grade, but nothing more transpired during the rest of the grade school years. Wendy and I spent about twenty minutes reminiscing then Veronica showed up. We were shown to our table, Veronica in awe of what I had accomplished.

She thought for sure if she specified this restaurant I would fail giving her an edge in any discussions we might have. She was good at playing the corporate power game, apparently she had earned her wings long before she became CEO of their company.

We had a nice dinner, business never brought up. Over a couple of glasses of wine I asked her to tell me what had transpired. I got a different version that what Jenny had told me, beginning to smell a rat here. I reiterated what our company business policy was and that we valued their continued business. We discussed some trivial matters for a while, I could see Veronica was deep in thought so I kept things light. After finishing our wine I suggested that we take a couple of days to think things over, I for one had to check into some things that were disturbing on our end.

Maybe another dinner later in the week if she would be agreeable to it. We hugged as we got up from the table. The hug surprised me that usually between two females, almost never between a male and a female. Veronica smiled and told me she would let me pick the restaurant this time. She was curious though on how I managed the reservation here tonight. When we have more time I will tell you the story behind it, although it was more luck than skill.

I drove home thinking of how I was going to check to see what was actually going on here. I suspected Jenny is up to something, my recent accomplishments bothering her again. I sat on my patio star gazing until late, formulating a plan to find out what really happened on our end. I turned in a little after midnight, and was instantly asleep.

Veronica seemed quite personable, easy to get along with and level headed to a fault. I felt good that I might be able to get her to sign a contract, a plus for me even though Jenny thought it would be my swan song. I already had an idea for dinner later in the week, though I will think about it for a day or two before I let it see the light of day.

The next day at work Jenny wanted to know if I was having any success. I stayed non-committal responding that we were still talking about things but no decisions yet. I could see she was worried, I was too calm for someone that had been pushed into the midst of this situation. Apparently she decided that things needed to be stepped up a bit, this time she was sure she would get the needed reaction she was looking for. She spent three hours on the phone with the HR department. After she hung up there was quite a smile on her face.

While I was checking the facts on what really happened with Veronica’s company and the service rep one of the secretaries slipped me a note warning me of Jenny’s conversations with personnel. She hinted that my name was brought up several times in conversation. I had befriended the secretary in the past when Jenny went after her, my intervention probably saving the woman’s job at the time. She was simply trying to return the favor.

When I entered the building the next morning I was stopped by security. I inquired why I was not allowed to enter and they sent me to personnel so that I could be informed of the problem. I was even escorted there to make sure I did not proceed elsewhere. It made me feel like I had done something horrible and was on my way to be fired.

I was shown into the office of our Human Resource department head, a Gloria Spiegel. I had met her when I was hired originally, but had not interacted with her since being hired. She had a file out laying on her desk, it turned out to be mine. She started her speech with me immediately.“Patsy we have reached the end of our patience with you. When you were hired you stated you were a male to female transsexual of which we were glad to support. Well, since then you have stayed in the guise of a male, which is strictly forbidden in your particular employment contract. I need to remind you that each employee here works on a one year employment contract, renewed automatically if your work is satisfactory. We have waved your total disregard of the stipulations of your specific contract for over a year now. As of today that ends.

You are being sent home today as soon as we conclude this meeting and unless you appear as a female in dress you will not be allowed to work for us and your contract will be declared null and void. I will then be forced to put all of this in your file, a file we will have to supply if you apply anywhere else for a job or reference.”

Once she said Patsy, I knew things were going to be bad, I started to object, but decided maybe just keeping quiet and listen to all she has to say might be a better approach.

“I expect you to appear as your picture indicates that you furnished at your hiring and not any other way. We have bent over backwards to accommodate you, that ends now. This all came to a head last week when the EEOC was in here checking our records and personnel for violations. The investigator found the name Patsy Walker and wanted to meet this person. You were with another customer at the time and she couldn’t wait. I understand from a phone call I received yesterday she is going to be here tomorrow, her main reason is to interview you. So tomorrow as a female as per your original picture you furnished or your letter of resignation.”

“I am sure you will want to consult an attorney so I have made a copy of all your records for you to take with you. If you have nothing to add to this discussion the security guard will show you off the property. There will be proper ID waiting for you tomorrow if you are the female Patsy in appearance, otherwise you can hand the guard your resignation or fax it to me, your choice. I will be waiting to hear from you.”

The guard was called and I was shown off the property. Shocked as I sat in my car looking over my so called file. Someone had been very thorough with their efforts, every T crossed and every I dotted, at least as far as I could determine. I drove to my attorney, had to wait for twenty minutes to see her, but when I entered she gave me such a smile. I wonder if she knows something I don’t.

We had met at a Chamber of Commerce meeting a year ago, me attending as a representative of this company, a treat I only got to do a couple of times. We became friends, declaring herself to be my attorney now. Peggy was good, her rates were reasonable and her work was top notch. I was one of the few that was allowed to call her Peggy, I have known others to use that name in jest and seen them thrown out of her office. She is definitely a no nonsense type of person.

I sat in the chair in front of her desk, then handed her my personnel file from work. She glanced at it but quickly laid it to the side. I gave her an inquiring look, waiting for some statement or explanation. Here my future was on the line and she wasn’t even interested in reading the file.

They do good work don’t they, picking up another file on her desk and handing it to me. It was a carbon copy of the file I had brought her, down to the last period and color of the ink used to print it. “I received this file just yesterday, one of my informants thought I might be interested.

Apparently someone in your company wants you gone or your life miserable, either one or both a good possibility. I have made a few phone calls, and noted several people that have had some favors given them to make sure this moved through the system and got implemented. So far Jenny, your supervisor, and a higher up in management have had their hands in the pot the most. Jenny the instigator, the upper level manager the one greasing the wheels. I am not sure yet, but Jenny has been on a date with this manager several times, so there may be some blackmail or love interest involved.

There has been quite a lot of money exchanged, several people’s bank accounts suddenly swelling. I am putting together the paper trail, several of my associates looking into some quirky financial transactions and the trail of money from one to another. I doubt we will be able to use this info since my sources are having to use some not quite legal methods to follow the trail.

Either way you are now in quite a predicament. I know what happened but have no way to prove any of this, your employment records were changed showing your transsexual status when you were hired, the picture of how you looked at the time is date stamped, making it hard to refute. The Patsy signature on the employment application is genuine probably lifted from some other document you had signed while with the company, then photo shopped, Patrick becoming Patsy. To compound matters the customer you have been assigned upon seeing you dressed as a female could likely cease doing business with your company causing you to be dismissed for failure to do your job. I am sure that is the intended result if you do not resign.”

“I have a suggestion for you, but most likely one that you will not embrace. If you were to appear and dress as a female starting tomorrow that will buy us a couple of days. I will approach your customer, I have found out we share a friend, one that we both went to university with. If I can convince her to go along with this ruse, we might be able to turn the tables back on them. If you comply with the personnel departments request to dress according to your picture and are able to get the customer to sign another contract, it will be their neck on the line then.

To have spent as much money as they have and you still be a thorn in their side, I am sure we will see some desperate actions to disgrace you, a chance then to bring a lawsuit against them for damages. If not a lawsuit for damages, a suit for discrimination for failing to promote the most qualified person to any significant position that might come up in the near future.”

I looked at her, then opened the file and looked at the supposed picture of me dressed as a female. It was not an impossibility there was some resemblance, probably a male picture of me photo shopped to the female gender. I was tired of all the crap at work, deciding in a weak moment to make the gender change, then either succeed or go down with guns blazing to use an old western phrase.

Peggy gave me a slip of paper with a name of a beauty salon on it and the address. Also a time written below it for my appointment. I looked up at her, her smile so wicked. She had already made the appointment knowing I would take her up on her suggestion. The way her suggestion was presented to me, clever and intended to get me to agree.

“Have them send me a picture of you leaving the salon, I have a bet with the owner of the salon that they can’t make you look like your picture, well to be more precise, exactly like your picture. Billable fees have been off this month, so I need to collect some cash to make ends meet.”

I knew that was a lie, she drove a BMW and lived in one of the ritziest apartments in town. The one time we went to lunch together the menu of the place she chose had no prices showing. If you have to ask how much an item was you can’t afford to eat here. That statement was printed right on the front of their menu.

“Now I have some more pressing matters to handle now, so off you go Patsy. Say hello to Francine for me.”

I looked at the slip of paper noticing the time of the appointment. At first glance when she handed me the slip of paper I thought it was for tomorrow, but looking now it was for today, in fact for thirty minutes from now.

I was shaking my head as I left Peggy’s office, all of this so absurd. I drove over there arriving a few minutes early. I checked in up front and several techs came to get me. The gals were gorgeous, my essence of male trying his best to escape my pants and say hi to the ladies. Into a private room and quickly stripped of my clothes. It was done so fast junior shrinking to nothing fearing they were after him for showing his appreciation of their beauty.

The next eight hours were spent screaming, crying and then in awe as my male self was obliterated. I think Peggy is going to lose her bet, my image every minute more like my picture in the employment file. To enter as a male and then have breasts, a vagina, a curly hair style and then makeup added all in a short period of time is beyond the mind’s ability to cope, specifically my mind in this case.

I did make it home, too stressed out and uncomfortable in my new feminine persona to even want to eat anything. I slipped off my clothes and donned the nightie they had given me at the salon. I hung the couple of outfits for the next few days in my closet and crawled into bed. I had to be up early, my hairstyle should just fall into place with a little brushing, but I needed help with my makeup since I had no experience doing it.

The next morning I managed the clothes, a blouse and skirt combination that most young females would wear to work. The hairstyle did cooperate, then heels were added and I grabbed my purse and was off. It did take two pair of pantyhose to get my legs covered, the first pair succumbed to one of my fingers before I even got it above my ankle.

Since my first attempt at makeup was such a fiasco I headed to the salon for help. The salon did my makeup for me, checking my picture to make sure I complied with my supposed image from over a year ago. The trip continued to my work, confident in my appearance but still nervous about appearing as a female.

As I approached security I noticed the guard call someone on his phone as I walked up to him. I was given my new ID and went to my office. I smiled as I saw my name plate on the door changed to Patsy, then again as I entered and saw most of my décor in the office changed to the standard female version. Pictures of flowers adorned the walls and I now had two artificial flower arrangements, one on my desk and one on the credenza on the side wall. The fax machine shared that space now with the vase of flowers where before it was just a stupid statue of a body builder.

They had indeed done a thorough job, changing the décor in my office proof of that. I acted just like nothing had happened calling Veronica and suggesting dinner tomorrow evening. I guess she was in on this now, since she played dumb asking if she knew me from somewhere, then giggling. I told her I would pick her up at her office tomorrow at five PM, then take her to dinner.

She asked how to dress, since I had not told her where we were eating at. I mentioned that I will be wearing an evening gown, suggesting that might be suitable for her too. She giggled again, telling me that she couldn’t wait to see me. I am sure she couldn’t, I hope the salon can keep me from looking like a stevedore in a dress.

I poked around in our computer system looking for the initial complaint of the service rep, who handled the call and where the complaint was forwarded to for action. Surprise, surprise Jenny handled the initial complaint and her partner in crime was who she forwarded the complaint to. Neither of her actions contrary to company procedures, but usually the one to receive the complaint was the one designated to handle the customer, and make necessary concessions to assure their continued business. Jenny did none of that, talked with them some then dumped them on me. Her sidekick did not intervene as he should have after receiving the complaint, letting the relationship go to hell before I was injected into this fiasco.

I did a little research on her sidekick and found out he was the one that had promoted her when she got her present job. So most likely there was something there that shouldn’t be there. Now how to bring some of this to light.

I decided that getting Veronica’s signature on a contract should come first. I made reservations at a little Italian restaurant that I sometimes ate at. They had a private room, they seldom used, where I could wine and dine Veronica. Their food was excellent, all handmade usually requiring a couple of hours to eat a full meal. Now I had to find an appropriate evening gown, then maybe another appointment at the salon to make sure I looked my best.

After thinking about it for a while I am not sure why I wanted to dress so fancy for Veronica. We were not romantically involved, probably would not ever be anything but friends. Then to take into consideration me presenting as a female now, that slim chance now a million to one shot. No answers, but I still felt it was the right thing to do.

At work Jenny was avoiding me like the plague, a fact that I was not unhappy about. I did get a visit from her cohort in crime, supposedly to ask me a question about another one of my customers. I guess he wanted to see me dolled up as a female, entertainment in the executive offices must be hard to come by these days. Oh the EEOC lady did make an appearance, but after a few questions moved on to another employee.

I left early anxious to get to the salon and be made pretty. When I had called the salon for the appointment they assured me that they would have an evening gown suitable for any occasion, also the lingerie to go with it. It took an hour for me to find just the right dress in their store, a male for less than a day and now super picky about an evening gown, go figure.

I was gone over carefully, making sure that every facet of my appearance was nothing but girly gurl, then helped into the evening gown. I didn’t realize how tight it fit me in the hips and thighs, ending up having to call for an Uber to get Veronica and me to the restaurant.

I did learn something new that is how to enter and leave a vehicle while encased in a way too tight dress. When the driver stopped to pick me up and again when we picked up Veronica I am sure he got quite a view. Veronica managing to advise me of the proper way to enter and leave a vehicle later as we got out at the restaurant. The whole time Veronica was trying to hold back a giggling fit at my actions, the driver sporting a huge smile at the things he has already seen tonight.

Once in the restaurant she took my arm, making sure I wouldn’t be able to escape. We were seated in the private room the owners even managing to find some soft Italian songs to play over the sound system.

Veronica leaned over to pull me closer to her taking my head between her hands and softly kissing my lips. My eyes had closed as I enjoyed the kiss, then they popped open, oh gawd she is kissing me and on the lips. As soon as she saw the expression on my face she broke out laughing, I see you have not put all of this together yet Patsy. Peggy said you were a little slow on the uptake, but once you got up to speed, stand back. Maybe a little explanation from me might help.

“I like you a lot, but the feminine you, not that boring macho male façade you were immersed in on our first dinner meeting. Now you are almost perfect, as long as you promise to stay as a female I will sign the contract now. In my opinion, you should have been a female all along, your mannerisms, your caring and your actions fitting the female gender way better that that boring masculine person. Now let’s enjoy dinner than you can take me to your place and I can play the rest of the evening.”

I swallowed hard, this not quite working out the way I had envisioned. I like her a lot, maybe even love her, but was kind of hoping her to be in love with the male gender version of me, not as I am dressed now.

It was a pleasant evening, the food was as good as I remembered and of course her company made the evening special. We did adjourn to my apartment, me having to apologize for the untidiness of it. I don’t think she ever looked anywhere else but at my body. Another hour and I was convinced of her love and fascination with my female looks.

In between wearing out my new appendages we decided to have her sign her new contract at our home office, so she could point fingers at how she was handled prior to me be assigned to her company. I never did get out of her embrace all night, me having to get dressed to go to work the only way I was able to escape her clutches.

I had learned yesterday, just before I left, that a new CEO had been appointed, a female this time and quite savvy according to the rumors. She was the COO of one of our foreign subsidiaries, making quite a name for herself in turning that operation around. I would arrange the meeting in the morning as soon as I got to work, maybe catching Jenny and her accomplice before they could slink away.

I took a chance and went to her office, surprised to be shown in right away. I told her what I wanted to do and she set up the meeting for two hours later. I did not know it at the time but later found out it was to be in front of all the employees in the auditorium. She had apparently some plans too, a chance to show the few trouble makers that were left that employees that were not dedicated to the company were not welcome.

Veronica was bubbling as she came to my office, I think more to be with me that having to do with the signing of her contract. I know she was no more than a few inches from me right up to the start of the meeting. Sarah the new CEO conducted the meeting as she introduced me, then Veronica and the new contract was signed.

Then to my surprise she read from my file about my achievements over my time with the company. I was called back up, swallowing hard, not knowing what she was doing. She took my hand and reintroduced me to the employees as the new COO effective immediately.

I did notice both Jenny and her accomplice hastily leave the auditorium, Sarah squeezing my hand since she saw them exit too. I was congratulated by lots of people, I am not sure if they were sincere, but aware of the fact that they had to kiss butt, unless their accomplishments were substantial enough to keep their jobs secure without doing that feat. Sarah had me come to her office, we discussed what she wanted from me, essentially me doing as I have before and making sure all of the employees followed in my footsteps.

Before I left both Jenny and Matt, her accomplice, came in and handed in their resignations effective immediately. There was no reason given for their quick departure, but everyone in the room was aware of quite a few of those reasons. Jenny was shooting daggers at me, apparently blaming me for all of her troubles. I just smiled, my thousand megawatt smile with teeth showing, a smile I have wanted to display for quite some time but hadn’t an occasion to do so until now.

I guess the word got around pretty fast Sarah had twenty more resignations on her desk by the following morning. I did get a lot of bitches from one particular customer, having to work the weekend to try and mollify her. Yep Veronica complained to any one that would listen about me working long hours straightening out the mess while she was home alone.

I guess Sarah is pretty astute, she suggested that I spend some time with her, and if necessary propose, sometimes a marriage will soften up the complaints some, but in the end you will have to take care of her better.

It turned out that Sarah knew of my gender change courtesy of Jenny, but liked the female me much better for her management team. To keep the position I had to stay female, something I will have no trouble abiding with. Now If I can figure a way to handle that pesky customer, I will be set. I am aware it will take a lot of overtime, kissing up and giving in to all matter of concessions. A job that I am looking forward to. Maybe I can start tonight, a bouquet of flowers to start with might be just the ticket. Oh, some candy too to help matters along.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

 

Karla; A Gender Predicament

 Karla; A Gender Predicament

The situation I found myself in was catastrophic, owing money to the government and probably not able to meet payroll this week. If I can make it out of this mess in the next few weeks I will be extremely lucky. I had started the company three years ago. I didn’t plan enough, a month into the startup I was faced with overwhelming problems, mainly a lack of cash to handle day to day operations. A friend talked me into issuing some stock, not publicly traded but for sale to interested parties. The stock went fast, now I had two hundred stockholders besides me and a fistful of money. I should have thought the proposition through more carefully, but when in a bind things get done that sometimes don’t make sense.

The influx of cash was what the doctor ordered and from then on the business boomed. We made circuit boards for electronic appliances, in all sizes and in varying capacities as to what they could control. With lots of new hi-tech appliances we were assured of a steady market for a while. I ended up with about seventy-five employees, at the height of our success. The employees were mostly female since their smaller hands and dexterity were necessary to assemble the circuit boards.

As in all things these days the competition became stiffer, more companies entering the market, even imports from China. We were still able to compete, but the margins were much less, yet the quality standards of our products had to be much higher. I downsized some hoping to save enough cash to keep the company solvent.

Then to add to the problems I heard from several of the stockholders that they were being approached by a company wanting to buy their stock. The amount they were offered was quite generous, most of them selling their stock to the interested company taking a profit on their investment. I notified my lawyer, her telling me that she would look into who owned the company and how much stock had been bought.

A week later we were notified of the stockholders wanting a meeting to discuss the condition of the company by the lawyers for the new stockholders. Not a good time for such a meeting. Again I was suffering from a cash flow problem, just barely making payroll. This time it was just a number of things that popped up unexpectedly. One thing concerned new rules about our employee’s safety, causing me to spend an inordinate amount of money for vent hoods in the work area. We already had quite a few installed, but according to the new rules they were not large enough.

The second problem was a lot of the female employees wanted some kind of daycare for their small children. By the time they paid for daycare they were essentially only working to pay their daycare provider, nothing left over for themselves. If I lost many of my skilled workers that would hurt the business severally. We had some space in our building that was not being utilized so I made a few calls and set up a basic daycare operation. Several of my present workers asked to be able to take care of the children, so I didn’t have to hire anyone new.

The expense was in the permits and licenses required by the different governments. Almost sixteen thousand dollars in permits for an operation that only took a thousand to set-up. When I had first inquired about setting it up none of these permits or licenses were mentioned by anyone that I had consulted. In fact, the first I had heard anything about the fees was when an inspector from the county came to the business and inquired about the daycare operation. As far as I knew there should be no one even aware of its existence, after asking the initial questions I had told no one of my intentions or what I had done.

To make matters worse I suddenly found out that my personal loan from three years ago, that I used to start the company was being called in. How I found out was a little weird. A friend from the bank that issued the loan suggested that I call the loan officer and inquire about the loan, maybe using the excuse about making an extra payment. The female friend had noticed a lot of activity with regards to the loan, but was unable to find out any more. I made the call a few minutes later and was told the loan was being called in. No reason given, but I had ninety days to either pay it off, or they would take my interest in the company since I had used it as collateral. That interest being my fifty-one percent controlling interest in the company.

I kind of suspected that all of this was not just bad luck, but that someone was manipulating things to gain an advantage, probably control of the company. At the moment I still had the majority of the stock, but there seemed to be an inordinate amount of pressure being applied to the situation.

Nancy, my lawyer got back with me, with what she found out. The news was not good. The mysterious company had managed to buy all the stock from the earlier investors, now only myself and this company owning stock. They were the ones asking for a stockholders meeting to discuss the condition of the company. Nancy scheduled the meeting, the rules setup when the stock was sold allowed for a meeting when forty percent of the stockholders requested it. They now had forty-nine percent of the stock, so they were within their legal rights to do so.

I had a bad feeling about all of this, too many things going awry all of a sudden and not immediately fixable. Although Nancy scheduled it for ten days out, nothing changed in those ten days. Money was still tight, and business was stable but not increasing. Luckily no new rules or ordinances requiring any more money outlay popped up.

On the day of the meeting a team of their lawyers entered our meeting room, introduced themselves and handed Nancy a stack of requests for specific information. From the wording of the requests they knew about the condition of the company, just looking for proof of their evaluations. Nancy was prepared as usual, unfortunately what she had to hand over made the condition of the company look pretty bleak.

After they received the requested information they left the room for a private conference. Then returned an hour later smiles on all of their faces. They submitted a written request to Nancy asking me to step down as CEO of the company immediately, to allow for a replacement. Their reasons were mismanagement, the cash flow problem the most blatant. That was it for the meeting, I had two days to consider their request, then if I didn’t step down they would file a suit to force my resignation. Just like that they filed out and I was sitting there with Nancy looking at their written request.

Nancy was on the phone immediately, on the latest paper was the exact name of the company that had bought all of the stock. Up to now we had only heard a name of what they called themselves, so with the exact name she was trying to find out who the owner was. As she concluded her call she was writing a name on a piece of paper. I looked over her shoulder and did a double take. Jeffrey Smithfield was the name, a previous schoolmate of mine in college. We had a lot of classes together, got along I guess, but never were what you could call close friends. In our junior year we even roomed together in a rented house with five other students.

I wonder why he wants to take over the company. While the company is struggling some, it is still worth quite a bit of money if the proper buyers could be found. That might be what I have to do, selling my controlling interest would let me pay off my personal loan and maybe some of my other personal debts. Like most executives I kind of over spent on a car and a condo that I had purchased. Now those decisions most likely to cause me a lot of grief in the upcoming months.

I had Nancy quietly look around for an interested buyer, if she could find one that could meet my break even point I just might escape with a minimal of damage to my personal finances. It was approaching decision time, I had to either resign or figure how I was going to fight this. To succeed in the fight I would need to spend a lot on legal fees, Nancy already doing a lot of work for me that she was not getting paid for. No buyer materialized for my share of the company, so my options were very limited. If I resigned I would still have fifty-one percent of the stock, but with someone else in charge with no control on what the company is doing or the direction in which it was headed.

I decided to resign, had Nancy prepare the letter and I was getting ready to sign it late on the second day. Then to my utter surprise Jeffrey showed up wanting to talk to me. He was shown in and we sat opposite each other, both of us sizing the other up. He started the conversation off, with a proposal for me. First he admitted to buying all of the stock, also my starter loan from years ago. He also has purchased my condo loan, my car loan and all of my credit card debt. As this was being told to me my mouth was wide open, nothing coming from it but never the less totally bewildered by his actions.

“You are looking at a person who owns you in most every way. Now all of this was done for a single purpose. I want control over you, to be able to convince you to do something that I have always wanted. That something is to be my wife and spouse. Now before you go off the deep end, I have always cared for you, actually loved you all through college. We did a few things together but you always had something else going on and never spent any time with me. You never saw what most of our friends clearly saw, every time we were together. Even Madison, one of your best friends, saw it, and told you about it, but you just blew her off. If you will remember her exact words, she told you that Jeffrey will marry you in a heartbeat if you will just wake up.”

Now to keep yourself from total financial ruin I want you to try life as a female, then as my girlfriend. If you try and embrace this to see if you can adapt at the end of a month I will take time and talk with you about your thoughts and possible solutions other than what has been mentioned so far. If you want nothing to do with this, I am taking the CEO position and will run the company without any input from you. As of your decision to not participate in this I am calling in all your debts, if not paid off I will foreclose on the condo and repossess the car. As of now your credit cards are closed off, no further purchases will be allowed on them. Resigning as CEO will eliminate any income for you, any money related to your stock ownership has to be approved by the new CEO. I am sure you could sell your stock, but with the rumors about the condition of the company, I doubt you will find anyone dumb enough to purchase it.

I am sure you will check with Nancy on this I have forwarded papers to her showing that I do control what I have stated and have purchased all of your debts. I suggest that you think this over carefully, I will ask for a decision first thing tomorrow morning. I will be here in the office, so you will have no trouble finding me. I need all your keys for the building, since you no longer work here. The letter of resignation in your hand will be fine, just sign it and leave it laying on my desk. I handed him the keys, signed the letter and walked out in a total daze. I did call Nancy from my cell phone, as soon as I got to the car.

She told me he does have what he claims, copies of all the paperwork are laying on my desk as we speak. I don’t see any way out for you, if you don’t cooperate willingly you are penniless. He has indeed boxed you in, his way or total ruin for you. I thanked her for her time, and hung up. I drove around town for a while, then back to the condo. I made my way inside, then to the den and sat behind my computer. For the next couple of hours I just stared at the screen, a black screen since I hadn’t even turned the computer on. My mind was not functioning, no thoughts at all, just emptiness.

I woke up later, I had fallen asleep in the chair, leaning to one side my neck stiff. When I looked at the clock it was already five in the morning, so I dragged myself to the bathroom and took a hot shower. I never even thought of the meeting this morning, I just kept my mind blank, when I get there I will make a decision. I dressed and left for the office, an office I no longer had any right to.

Things were already changed when I got there my name was off the office door and a new secretary was sitting outside. I had done without a secretary for the last three months after she moved to California. A way to save some cash outlay. I told her who I was and she told me take a seat Mr. Smithfield will be with you shortly. About fifteen minutes later her intercom buzzed and she got up and opened the office door. Karla Walker is here to see you Mr. Smithfield. She did empathize the Karla part making me blush red all over. Since my given name had been Karl, I guess Karla is my new name in this charade.

I walked in and Jeffrey greeted me and showed me to the couch. He sat right next to me holding my right hand in his. I looked up at him his smile and smirk totally unnerving me. Then he leaned in closer, his face just inches from mine. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what he was planning to do. I felt his lips on mine, a very sensuous kiss, but somewhat subdued. I let out the breath I was holding as he squeezed my hand asking me if I was going to take his offer. I nodded, not really wanting to, but felt I was not left with many options.

He insisted that I verbalize my answer, nodding my head not sufficient for him. I did manage to get the words out, luckily not choking on them. I lowered my head, ashamed of my answer and giving in to his request. He reached over to the coffee table in front of us and retrieved a stack of papers. I was handed a pen and told to sign each of the documents. I was about in tears, the first paper about me accepting his offer of feminizing me in exchange for a place to live. I didn’t even look at the rest, just signed each one and then laid the pen down. My life was in shambles, and this seemed to be my only choice. I went from a few tears to outright sobbing, his arms holding me as I broke down mentally.

He helped me up hugging me very tenderly. He called out to his secretary, asking her to call the salon and have them send their car for me. I looked up at him questioning his request.

I got the you are just a female look, as he explained that I no longer have a car and a place to stay. The limo will take you to the salon, then to your new apartment after they finish with you. There you will find your new clothes, makeup and the appropriate shoes. I will pick you up for dinner, then we will go dancing tonight. I was crying now, all of this just too much to comprehend. He was still hugging me pulling me a little closer and forcing my head on his shoulder. I gave in, it did feel good to be held like this. Quite awhile later someone walking into the room caught my attention, a quite attractive female telling me that she was here to take me to the salon.

She grabbed my hand and led me away, I just followed along, not knowing what to do if anything. The limo was quite plush and I was soon seated in the back. I felt like I was on a runaway roller coaster, leaving my car and all my keys with Jeffrey. Officially I had nothing now, no car, not even a place to live. With all of my credit cards stopped, I had absolutely nothing. I did have a couple hundred dollars in my checking account, but I doubted that will stay there, his thoroughness in controlling everything I once had quite remarkable.

We pulled into the salon about thirty minutes later, two females coming to the limo door to escort me into the salon. I was led right through the salon to a treatment room in the back and quickly divorced of my clothes. As I sat there naked another female entered and gave me a hug. It felt so good, like being stranded on a high dry spot in a flood. She explained everything that was going to happen in the next few days making sure I understood how it was going to affect me. Jeffrey had used his power of attorney for me to sign all the authorizations for the treatments, all I had to do was let them proceed. My mind did make the connection of a power of attorney for me in his possession, too late to do anything about it now. His control of me now seemed total.

The fact that to survive I had to follow along kind of changed all of that. If I didn’t do as requested I would be homeless and without any income or way to feed myself. The lady knew my circumstances, we even talked about it for a while. I had no choice, it was either Jeffrey’s way or nothing. I even contemplated suicide, but didn’t even have the nerve to plan something like that much less do the deed. I was indeed depressed, the worst I have ever experienced.

It turned out they had talked at length with Jeffrey, making sure he understood their position that no one was being forced to do this against their will. Jeffrey assured her that it was my wish, he was just acting in my behalf. From what Sheila said Jeffrey seemed to be a caring person, just wanting his lifelong love beside him for the future. I still couldn’t believe that he was in love with me.

I was shown the authorizations signed by Jeffrey with a copy of my power of attorney attached. It was my signature, I have no idea when and how that was accomplished. I guess that was one of the papers he had me sign. Copies were given to me and then the techs started on converting me to the female gender. By the way all the forms were in my apparent new name, Karla Walker. In a way I felt better, the decision made for me relieving me of making the decision myself. It wasn’t what I wanted, it was a decision I would have to live with. Make that I hoped to be able to live with, a more accurate statement.

Up on a table and some cream smeared over every inch of my body, front side first including my groin. Left on for thirty minutes then wiped off, my body hair coming with it. During the thirty minutes my nails were worked on, shaped and extensions added to them making my fingers seem longer and very feminine. The back side of my body was handled the same way, my hair free front side giving me goose bumps when any air current blew over it. My body seemed much more sensitive, little things like a touch of a hand sending waves of emotions and feelings to my brain.

As soon as the hair removal was completed my feet were place in stirrups and junior was glued back between my legs. She had sprayed something on the entire area making it numb so there was no feeling coming from down there. The appliance that they glued over the area was made out of silicone, very realistic and certainly noticeable. I was assured that I could have normal sex as a female, with penetration possible except for the largest male organs. The receptors would transmit feeling to my male organ so that I could have a release just like a female would have. After the glue had set and the seams blended away she used a dildo to penetrate me, as it slid in part way I almost fainted as the sensations overcame me. Luckily she didn’t go any farther, or I would be covered in juices. Even now as she withdrew the dildo I could feel my former male sex twitching with the feelings that were being fed to it. But alas he was hid away for the foreseeable future.

From a vulva to breasts was the next progression. Large cups were glued to my chest, one each centered right above a nipple. A hose was attached to each cup and a pump was turned on, immediately sucking some loose tissue into the cup. The pump alternated off and on, the vacuum pressure still keeping the tissue in the cups. I was to learn that this process was fairly lengthy, six to seven hours necessary to give me adequate sized breasts. As I looked at the cups adequate in whose eyes. I had a feeling the size was more Jeffrey’s idea than someone else. I would be well endowed if these cups filled out, that is for sure.

The rest of the day was a whirlwind of activity. My nails were done, coated in a pink polish making the extensions look almost real. I now had very feminine nails, helping to make my hands look smaller and my arms less masculine. I was quick to learn that it also made my hands almost useless, the simplest task now almost impossible to complete. When I tried to scratch the itch on my nose I almost poked my eye out, so I reluctantly let the itch alone.

My eyebrows were arched, any extraneous hair removed for good. That and the cream on my body was permanent, I no longer would have to worry about body hair, my eyebrows now set for the rest of my life. My facial hair or what little I had managed to grow was handled the same way smoothly and permanently.

I received two piercings in each ear, a stud and a dangle earring placed in them. The dangle earring swung against my neck often reminding me of my now female gender. The piercings were lasered in, eliminating the time needed for the holes to heal up.

Sometime in the afternoon a corset was brought in and wrapped around my waist. As it was tightened up a shapely female figure was formed. The excess tissue around my waist was pushed up to my breasts or down to my hips leaving my waist slim and womanly. Breathing for a while was iffy, only short breaths were possible, the corset not allowing for any large intake of air.

I guess it was almost the end of my salon time today as my makeup was applied. Nothing was left out, every possible cosmetic was applied transforming my face from an ambiguous person to a female, a sexy female. I blushed when I looked in the mirror, such a change, not realizing this persona was hidden inside me. The hoses were detached from the cups and I was soon being dressed in evening wear that is female evening wear. Stockings that attached to the corset, then a pair of panties, brief as I expected them to be. A slip that was so silky the feeling of it sliding over my corset and body almost doing me in. Then the dress, floor length with a kick pleat that allowed my legs to move some. A pair of shoes with five inch heels allowed the hem of the dress to just clear the floor.

Now we need to talk about the top of the dress. The bodice of the dress fit so tight that I had to stretch my arms above my head for her to make the necessary adjustments to the corset allowing the dress to be buttoned up. The buttons ran from the top of the dress to my upper thighs right down the middle of my back. Since there was no zipper on this dress I would most likely be in this dress till someone helped me out of it. The dress conforming to my body explicitly, not a wrinkle or fold anywhere. It was strapless, the front of the dress just barley covering the cups of the corset and my nipples. I am now apparently eye candy for Jeffrey, I am sure one of his original intents in this matter.

My hair was coaxed into a high curly ponytail with a curling iron, a multitude of silky ribbons used to hold it place. The fact that I had let my hair grow down to my shoulders not helping me at the moment, now nothing but a sexy female was seen in the mirror in front of me.

Speaking of the devil he enters the salon walking up to me and holding me in his embrace. He knows I belong to him and is very confident in his actions. I am escorted out to his car and helped into the passenger seat. So far very cordial to me, not pushing himself on me. He drove us to one of the most expensive restaurants in town. The valets got my door and then Jeffrey led me inside. The Maitre’D recognized him and we were showed to a table in their private part of the restaurant. The tables here were spread wide, plants and a few partitions allowing for some privacy. The waiter in attendance got my chair for me, with me trying to act appropriately. Nobody screamed or made faces so I presume I was acting somewhat like one of their female customers.

I know I was nervous, all of this so out of my comfort zone. Meanwhile Jeffrey had this shit eating smirk on his face, enjoying my actions, and apparently somewhat lost in thought. The tables were small, allowing for him to hold my hand, in fact I don’t think he released it until the food was served. He did all the ordering for us, his memory of our college days quite good. The meal was delicious, but the corset kept me from enjoying as much as I would have preferred. Well the corset and my nerves, the situation seemed so unreal but looking down at my breasts it indeed was real. After we finished the dishes were removed and two more glasses of wine were served.

He scooted his chair closer, now our thighs are touching. He takes my hand again and asks if I have enjoyed the evening. I nod my head, my mouth suddenly dry and having trouble forming any kind of words. He leaned into me, kissing my cheek and pulling me even closer to him. My head rested on his shoulder naturally, and I let out a big sigh. I guess there might be something between us, I am comfortable in his arms and at peace with the world and life. Then there was the kiss. It started out like most kisses, a touch of lips between two people. Then he pushed his lips against mine a little more, I responded allowing my lips to part some, his tongue slipping immediately into the gap. My tongue met his, a little battle ensuing before his tongue won and started probing my throat. I had to break the kiss twice to get some more air, the passion so great that breathing through my nose was not doing it for me. Since the corset had me tightly in its grip, the lack of air from his kisses just made it worse.

As he pulled away later, I had my eyes closed savoring the feelings that were radiating through my body. If only sex was as good as that kiss. My eyes were wide open instantly, did I just say that verbally, if so what will he say. I looked him in the eyes, his smile and smirk telling me what I wanted to know. I had said it out loud, my face turning instant red. I doubted any more blood could get into my upper regions, most of the red stuff already up there. Probably the reason why my legs are weak, not enough blood to keep them functioning or me standing up.

I was taken home, then manhandled in his car for quite a while. I can’t say I objected to his actions, I definitely like being in his arms and being kissed by him is just icing on the cake. My new home turned out to be an expensive apartment, in a small complex. He walked me to my door, then opened the door with his keys. Another rather tame kiss, and he told me he would pick me up at ten the next morning. I was handed my set of keys to the apartment and one more peck on the cheek and he was gone. I entered and closed the door, falling back against the closed door. I took a few deep breaths, my eyes closed savoring all the wonderful things that had happened tonight.

Then I slowly opened my eyes and looked around the apartment. My eyebrows went up, this place is fantastic. A large living room, with a sectional couch dominating the majority of the room. Off to the right a kitchen, sparkling with chrome appliances and granite counter tops. On the other side of the apartment was a door leading to a bedroom that was breathtaking. Lots of mirrors, fancy bedspreads and this huge king sized bed right in the middle of the room. A couple of dressers along the one wall, a walk-in closet next to them and a door partially open leading into a bathroom done with the same chrome motif. A vanity next to the entrance to the bathroom, with mirrors and obviously lighted. I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it sinking in a little with delight. I bounced once or twice, giggling like a school girl.

After surveying my new home for a while I attempted to wiggle out of my dress. I twisted and turned trying to reach the last few buttons that would let the dress fall off of me. I finally had to get the dress below my breasts, a painful and difficult task then twist it around. With the dress now around my stomach and the buttons in the front I was able to get to the last buttons and emerge from the dress.

Then we come to my first time using the bathroom as a female. Standing in front of the commode I just looked at it, then down at my body, finally deciding that I had to sit to be able to pee. My panties were slid down my legs and I situated my body carefully on the seat. Then I had to sit there waiting for the urge to go. I felt a release of liquid, not anything like when I used the bathroom as a male. It seemed like it sprayed everywhere but where it should, so I took toilet paper and cleaned it the best I could. After getting up I decided to use a washcloth to clean further, not wanting to try and take a shower tonight. I wonder how I will get back in the corset after a shower, if I can even get out of it on my own. Problems for another day, life was so much simpler as a male.

I looked through the drawers of the dresser, for something to wear tonight to bed. Hoping for a pair of pajamas I feared that would not be there. I finally found a nightie I could maybe live with. Oh there were other nighties, but I doubted I wanted to be that brave on the first night, The one I decided on was cotton, but with more lace and frills on it. It was a far better choice than the silky numbers I rejected, doubting that any of them would cover even a portion of my body. At least who ever picked my wardrobe allowed me something part way modest. I looked at the vanity seeing a package of makeup wipes and figured out that removing my makeup might be my next task I needed to accomplish.

Dressed for bed I wondered the apartment, looking at everything more closely. I had to pinch myself a couple of times, amazed at all of this and it is intended for me. I found a comfy chair in the living room, settled into it and tried to think back to when Jeffrey and I were sharing a house in college. We interacted very little, but thinking back on that time period he did seem to hang around the house more than the others. I thought it was because he was shy and didn’t have many friends. Now I realized it may have been because I was always there doing homework or reports or papers for my classes. At the time I was way too wrapped up in my studies to become aware of anything else in life.

I was so excited, tonight I had enjoyed some feelings that I never thought I would get the chance to enjoy. My mind went over the kisses again and again savoring each set of feelings that the kisses provided. I thought of my head lying on his shoulder, hearing his heart beating in his chest. I felt secure in his arms for once, the last few weeks of insecurity gradually fading away. I did make it to my new bed, when I turned down the comforter I discovered satin sheets, so silky and cool to the touch. I slipped inside of their embrace, the feelings almost causing an eruption down below. I did manage to control myself, but it was iffy for a few moments as wave after wave of new feelings assaulted my body.

The fact that I was not pushed to do anything made me relax some. I was dropped off at my new apartment, no groping or him coming in to continue the romantic evening. A wonderful kiss and he went back to his place. It seemed that I was being courted some, dating, hugging but no mention of sex or anything more than kissing and hugging. His actions did sway my thoughts some, he seemed to care for me greatly, wanting the best for me, while not asking a lot in return. At least so far.

After a very restless night some of the wanderlust wore off. He had manipulated me into this, now controlling everything I did. I was partially feminized at his insistence not because I wanted it. I had lost my company, my position as CEO and everything I had tried to accumulate in my years on this planet. I was now just Jeffrey’s plaything, to be used as he saw fit. With the power of attorney he now seemed to possess, nothing is beyond his reach for me. I tried to put that all out of my mind, no matter how I got to this point I was stuck. I doubted I would ever be allowed to return to my former life, even if I started all over again from nothing. In this day and time a feat that is quite impossible.

I found myself waiting for his call every day, anxious to hear his voice and find out where we will spend the day together. I was taken to work a couple of times, but was just there to watch. He was very confident in his thoughts and actions, it wasn’t but a couple of weeks and he had turned the company around. He did ask questions of me, but never about what should be done, just basic information on what had been done in the past. When I was not at the office with him we would eat lunch out, then spend some time shopping. If I showed some interest in an outfit I saw he would have me try it on, then if I liked it he would buy it for me.

I was taken to movies, a few dance clubs after a romantic dinner out, even a weekend at the beach was indulged. I had lost track of the time, it was just one wonderful day after another. I quickly got used to the clothes, for one thing with a narrow waist, C cup breasts and womanly hips male clothes looked quite ridiculous on me. I managed to learn to do my own makeup and hair, although I loved my twice a week salon appointments.

Further treatments were indulged in at the salon, my few masculine traits that had not been handled in the past were eliminated. I now had womanly hips courtesy of the machine that had created my breasts. My hair was added to, the extensions now ending near my waist. Of course, dyed a platinum blonde and with the permanent, now curly all the time. My leg tendons were shortened, now high heels would be required at any time I was on my feet.

Along with the further feminization came a complete new identity, birth certificate, social security card and state ID. I would never be allowed to have a driver’s license, according to Jeffrey, he would arrange for my transportation if needed. Maybe all of that was not bad, but when he told me that he had wiped out my old male identity completely I took pause. I was trapped in this female body and now any reverting back to the previous male version was most likely impossible. I literally didn’t exist as a male in this world any more.

It was a cloudy rainy day when Jeffrey showed up at my door. He usually called ahead of time, a high point for me every morning. I reached up to kiss him my usual greeting for my boyfriend. That is how I saw him now, a boyfriend that I was falling in love with. In reality what choice did I have, a female dependent on him for my continued existence. His apartment, his money paying for anything that I did with my life, from clothes, to food to my beauty salon time, he had succeeded in totally controlling my life.

I was dragged to the sofa and he helped me get settled on it. He seemed serious this morning, not like the other mornings. He knelled down in front of me and reached for my hand. As he slid a ring on my finger he asked me to marry him, I was stunned, as any words in response were stuck in my throat.

I guess to encourage a positive answer he put his hand on either side of my face and kissed me. The kiss was filled with passion, not throat probing but an intense locking of lips as he leaned into me even more. I totally melted, my heart rate spiked, I suddenly felt warm all over and my mind was a total blank. He started to pull away but I pursued his lips, not wanting the kiss to end. I did finally manage a yes, but it was at least fifteen minutes later when that one word made it out of my mouth.

We never did leave the apartment that day, I am not sure if the rain went away, since I had someone special to take care of. I am not even sure if the sun came out eventually, kissing and cuddling much more important. Jeffrey fell asleep late that evening, with me as tight as I could get to his side.

I pondered my life up to now. I wonder if along with everything else he had brain washed me a little, I have never been this cuddly or lovable with anyone, even the few girlfriends I had in college. Since he has changed everything else about me, I wonder if he went as far as molding my mind to his desires. Did I really want to marry him, or was this his programming at work again.

I eventually drifted off, too much thought and a headache to boot. Over the next few days I did a lot of soul searching and a little investigation of my own. I asked that he let me invite Madison for a girl’s day out, telling him that I wanted her as my bridesmaid. I arranged appointments at the salon for both of us, a place I felt safe and looked after. It turned out he had to go out of town for a couple of days suggesting that I let Madison stay with me to keep me from being lonely. A phone call handled all of this, apparently Madison already knowing of my gender change.

When she arrived we spent hours catching up on each other’s lives, of course it was mainly about me and my gender change. She had done well for herself, now heading her own company that imported female fashions and accessories. It was after I had ordered in some takeout and we had finished that she asked if I was happy. I never did answer her explicitly, just kind of let the question flounder for a while.

In the next couple of hours she told a different story of our college days when we shared the house for six months. It turned out Madison was the one interested in me, Jeffrey just an interested party that watched with a lot of interest.

For the next few days we talked and talked, finally Madison asking me to see a friend of hers. The friend turned out to be a psychologist who quickly found out that I had been hypnotized at some point, that the reason for me going along with everything he had asked of me. It was countered by her, now at least anything I agreed to would be because it is what I desired.

Madison had a couple of ideas on how to reverse my financial misfortune, with my lawyers help she started the process. A week later I moved out of the apartment that Jeffrey furnished and in with Madison. Jeffrey was not happy when he found out, trying all kinds of things to make me come back into the fold. Then when the letter arrived asking for a stockholders meeting again, he went ballistic. Since I had the controlling amount of stock and he was the new CEO it would be up to him to provide the present condition of the company. He had already used up all of his trump cards in getting control of me, so there was nothing left to wedge me with now.

Then we filed fifteen different lawsuits against him, for misconduct as a CEO, illegal use of a power of attorney, failure to notify a majority stockholder of funds transfer and everything else we could find where he was trying to further his control over me. I never showed up at the stockholder’s meeting but my attorney and Madison’s legal team did delivering a thirty page request for answers to his misdeeds. He was not prepared never seeing any of this coming to light. Then they asked for his immediate resignation, for misuse of his position as CEO. He was told as my lawyers left that a suit would be filed tomorrow morning demanding he step down immediately.

Madison through some friends spread some rumors about the company going bankrupt, hoping to force him to do something or lose his shirt literally. Then she had a friend approach him about buying his shares of the company. I guess he was overwhelmed with all the attention his actions were drawing and in a surprise move to us he accepted the offer. His resigned the next morning and I never saw him again.

Madison and I started to rebuild what he had torn down, finding out that he had siphoned off almost a hundred thousand dollars of company funds, presumably the funds he was using to feminize me. It was also found out that he did not purchase any of my personal debt, just called in some favors at the bank and other places to make me think he had control. The papers furnished my lawyer looked authentic, but when the bank and credit card companies were checked, the debt was still there and in my name.

It took Madison and I over a year to straighten things out, but eventually it was accomplished. I never did assume the CEO position since I had other matters to concentrate on. Madison and I slipped off to Vegas for a quickie marriage ceremony, only she was the groom in this wedding not the bridesmaid. I got to wear white, not the huge wedding dress I had envisioned, but a white form fitting sheath dress that fit me like a second skin. Since I wasn’t in it for long it didn’t make much difference. She had hired a private jet for the trip, so I ended up on my back all the way back to town.

Madison has promised me a fairy tale wedding later to make her honeykins happy. Believe me her honeykins is happy, a thoughtful and caring lover who makes me tingle at the slightest touch and spoils me rotten with anything I might desire.

I was savoring the feelings that I had experienced the last few days, so thankful that I ended up in a gender predicament so long ago. We are both thankful for Jeffrey getting me in the right gender, but that is all we are happy about as far as he is concerned. Might I add a delightful predicament it was, as Madison slips her dildo into my wet vagina. Oh, gawd that feels so good.

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