Margie; Second Hand Princess

Margie; Second Hand Princess

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Millicent; Living The Dress Code

 Millicent; Living The Dress Code

I was getting dressed after a relaxing hot shower. I was savoring a recent encounter with Cassie. We had met at a company office party for the holidays. I had reluctantly went to the party, my supervisor insisting that I attend; so I made my appearance, planning to leave early. When I saw her, I was immediately fascinated by her, a blonde, fairly tall with a well-proportioned figure.

Translation: gorgeous and stacked! I made a point to introduce myself, she was cordial, but no bells ringing or fireworks going off for her apparently. The introduction was one sided, I introduced myself and she shook my hand, that was it as she walked off talking to someone else.

She worked in advertising, preparing the weekly ads for our store. According to others, she was good at it, already impressing the higher ups. The reason I had not seen her around much was she had only been working for the company for four months. A little detective work on my part and I found out her name was Cassie, single and living alone. This information was obtained from some of her work colleagues, carefully and surreptitiously.

However, I was devastated when she showed no interest in me at the party, since I was already hopelessly in love with her. It’s true about love at first sight, but also true about how painful it can be if not returned. In many ways, I have always been a romantic, unfortunately very few women have responded to my efforts, or shared in my romantic thoughts and actions.

For a couple of months nothing much happened, I watched from afar, hoping and wishing for another meeting or confrontation. I worked in personnel, writing company rules and behavior for employees. We were a large company, having over three thousand employees. There were constantly issues popping up that needed to be addressed to insure that proper decorum was maintained. Sometimes a simple few words, other times a few pages to address the issue.

My next meeting with her turned out to be at a gathering to discuss the new company dress code. The one we had was archaic, probably written during World War Two. I had several of these meetings scheduled to find out what the employees thought of the dress code we had tentatively drafted. My boss and I were representing the company, but I had written the proposed dress code. Jennifer was my boss, but she usually let me do my own thing knowing I would do my research thoroughly, and not just arbitrarily decide on something.

A few minutes into the meeting, Cassie seemed to take over the employee’s side, confronting me on several provisions of the new dress code. I discussed it with her, could see her point on a few matters, but also stressed the need for some concessions to insure we offered a professional appearance to the customer.

We are a chain of retail stores selling mainly female fashions and accesories. I know a female these days feels more comfortable in slacks, but it is hard to sell dresses and skirts when you are not wearing one. The same with makeup and jewelry. The discussions stayed pleasant, we continued to exchange ideas and opinions, but we’re still miles apart on a compromise.

The present employee group at the meeting asked Cassie to represent the employees in any further discussions. My boss approved, since Cassie had been courteous, even though she represented the employees, she was respectful of the company’s viewpoint too.

Over the next few weeks, we met often, hammering out some changes to the dress code. Cassie was pleasant to work with; we talked, sharing our opinions and disagreements. It was coming down to the time to make a final draft of the dress code, when Cassie asked to have a meeting with my boss and the CEO of the company.

I agreed immediately, maybe they would settle on something between the three of them, making my job so much easier. The meeting was set-up for a few minutes after quitting time, since Cassie had a newspaper ad to get ready, and my boss had meetings with employees all day right up to quitting time.

The meeting was in the CEO’s office with all of us arriving by five after. I let everyone read the latest draft of the dress code, my boss smiling, but not saying anything. The CEO asked some questions, she was very intelligent and had worked her way up from sales clerk to where she is now. Cassie stated her concerns, while conceding some for the company. Then she dropped the bomb that would turn my life upside down.

She wanted me, the creator of the dress code, to live as a female, obeying the new rules to the letter for a month. She would even concede to the implementation of the new dress code now, as long as I obeyed the rules for a female. She also wanted me down on the sales floor in that role, working in an office was not representative of most of the female employees. I stared at her, where did all of this come from? I swallowed hard as the CEO asked Cassie and me to step out of the office for a minute while her and my boss had a little conference. Apparently Cassie had blindsided them too. My only thoughts, ‘Oh shit’!

Cassie and I walked out to the outer office, she smiled at me, then told me it was nothing personal, but most of the females resented a male writing the dress code. She understood that a female writing the dress code for guys would have the same problem. When she suggested this to her fellow females, they all agreed that if I could handle the new dress code as an everyday occurrence, they would concede to its value.

I had a new respect for her even if it meant me being shoved in front of the bus. We were out there for almost thirty minutes, a lot longer than I anticipated. I had an idea the talk was all about this plan of hers and how it would impact me.

Cassie was summoned first, that did not sound good for me. Thirty minutes later, I was called back in.

The CEO started by saying, “We have come to a decision that all here have agreed to. It will have the most impact on you that is why we have taken quite a bit of time to try and address these issues. First, if we can come to an agreement that will allow you to do this without affecting you negatively, would you consider doing it?”

I nodded my head in the affirmative, my mouth suddenly unable to form words, much less speak them. During my exile in the outer office, I tried to figure out if I would agree to the idea, or if I should just refuse and walk away. I felt it would probably negatively affect my job if I refused, since I did write the dress code. If I had so little faith in what I wrote down that I would not back it up, that could transfer to my ability to do my job. The big problem is that I am a male and the contentions with the dress code are dealing with the female presentation in the workplace.

Looking at me, she continued, “Wait till we cover all of the things we have come up with so far, and we can discuss them later. Now, since most of the females in the company have signed a petition formally advising us of this plan, we feel it deserves a chance. Cassie has followed procedures, making sure it is not just the opinion of a few. She has presented us with the petitions with no formal demand behind them, just the wish that this be tried so that management might see their viewpoint.

If you agree to participate, you will be transferred down to the sales floor, spending a week each in jewelry, cosmetics, lingerie and women’s fashions. The one reason they had picked on you is that you could probably pass as a female, therefore, not jeopardizing the reputation of the store as this is tried.”

“As far as the company is concerned, we want this not treated as a joke or prank. We will provide you with adequate support so that your impersonation will be fairly realistic. That would include any beauty treatments necessary to give you a female appearance, a wardrobe befitting a sales associate complying with the new dress codes, and any support necessary to help ease you into this role.

Cassie has suggested that you move in with her for the month, she has a two bedroom apartment and plenty of space. That way she can advise you in appearance and behavior. She has assured us that you will be treated as a female roommate and nothing more. That help might be critical since you have not lived as a female or dressed as one for any prolonged period of time. The fact that you do not have a girlfriend or wife suggests that the added help might be quite necessary.” Those last sentences delivered with a little smirk.

“To keep from subjecting you to possible ridicule from within the company, I suggest we treat you as a new hire, changing your personnel file as to your gender and name. That way, only the four of us will know your true identity and what is being done. Your paychecks will reflect your new position, later, we will compensate you for the difference.

During Cassie’s discussions with her fellow employees, your name was never brought up, just that a male member of management would be asked to spend the month as a female sales associate. To cover your absence in personnel, you male self will be transferred to one of our distribution centers. There is actually some problems in the distribution center, having to do with maximum loads lifted so that should provide adequate cover.

There is very little contact between the center and any of our sales associates, a likely believable excuse for your absence.”

My head was spinning as she continued, “The dress code will be implemented, but our supervisors will be told to go easy in enforcing it except for you. You will be expected to adhere to the proposed code explicitly. That way we can get a truer read on its benefits or disadvantages. I know this is far out, but we think a lot of good can come from trying this.

Of course, the end decision is strictly up to you. Why don’t you take the evening to think about this, a hasty decision often is a wrong one, and we can reconvene here in the morning? Since you two will be interacting a lot, maybe a dinner paid for by the company might make both of you feel a little more comfortable with each other.” Jennifer did ask if I had any questions on what has been presented so far, since my mind was in a molten state I could not come up with coherent thoughts, much less a question.

I nodded my head, still at a loss for any verbal output. Cassie came over as we were getting ready to leave, suggesting a restaurant and a time. I agreed, finally managing to get out a ‘yes’. I drove home in a daze, my whole world upended. I took a shower, letting the hot water run over my body until I had used every drop of it. It did help, my mind was actually functioning by the time I had put on some clothes. I drove over to the restaurant, meeting Cassie in the lobby. I received a hug, surprising me, her excuse is, “That females hug all the time.”

We were shown to our table, in a more private room separated from the main dining room. She informed me that she eats here a lot, her cooking skills nil. I thought if we do cohabitate my cooking skills might be enjoyed by both of us. We ordered, then talked about work. She apologized for cornering me in this scheme, but honestly thought management did not understand some of the female’s concerns. Even if nothing of the new dress code gets changed, the females feel that at least the present management listened to them for a change.

I could see right there where I had initially messed up. If I had scheduled the meetings before any new dress code was put on paper, it might have gained some support instead of the way I presented it. Live and learn, I imagine I will be doing quite a bit of that in the next few weeks.

It was an enjoyable meal, both of us having chicken salads, the chicken seared over a grill. We split a decadent chocolate mousse, so good and quickly disposed of. She invited me to her apartment so that I could see where I would be living. Away from others, she is very personable, extremely cooperative and quite funny.

I followed her to the apartment, a nice two bedroom townhouse type located near a park. I was shown the bedroom I would be staying in, then we returned to the living room. She made some tea for us, we sat on her couch sipping the tasty brew as she asked me what I thought of the situation.

“It surprised me, something that would have never crossed my mind. Maybe it will make me aware of some things. I first have to get over the gender change that I have to submit to. For a male to suddenly live as a female for a month is pretty radical stuff.” She nodded an acknowledgment. It is an unusual way to approach the problem, but up to now management has listened but ignored any complaints or suggestions that might make the dress code more palatable to the employees. Thinking back on the recent meetings what she is saying is completely factual.

She also suggested a salon in town that could help me prepare for the month long life of a female. She had already contacted them on the company’s behalf, now they were just awaiting for a call from me for an appointment time. She told me the salon will furnish everything, including the clothes, or I could do my own shopping elsewhere. That said with a devious little smile and giggle.

I had been formulating a reason for all of this, seemingly random things have been somehow pulled together into an elaborate plan. It appeared way too coincidental. I think everyone was severally underestimating Ms. Cassie.

“I sense there is something more to this than just a concern over a dress code? Would you care to elaborate on the real reason for all of this?” I asked with a straight face.

I got a snort, a giggle, then a huge smile came across her face. She placed her cup on the coffee table and moved right next to me, I mean right next to me. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips, her tongue invading my private space. I opened my lips a little allowing her greater access, her tongue probing the depths of my throat. I could taste her lipstick, and thought to myself, ‘maybe this won’t be so bad’.

It did throw a wrench in my thought process, now everything that might have been considered conventional thought suddenly tossed out the window. I was going to say more, several questions now begging to be answered. Instead, I withheld, time will take care of the questions, a few of the answers I may not want to hear just yet.

After the first kiss, she withheld any further rewards, the giggle and smirk telling me that any further rewards would have to wait until I was feminized. “I have standards and can’t be seen with just any male.” I presume that would allow me, dressed as a female, to be seen with her.

We resumed normal male female interaction, her being somewhat aloof, tantalizing close, but no touching. We discussed the splitting of household chores, dressing as a female also coming with chores and duties. I would buy the groceries and cook. She will do the vacuuming, dishes and trash duties. We will both do the bathrooms, since there is two, one for each of us. We will do our own laundry, with me doing the towels and incidentals for the kitchen and bathrooms.

She suggested a week to make the transition, getting used to new feminine attachments, clothes and acting like a female requiring more than just a few days to be convincing. The idea was not to disrupt the store’s business or reputation in any way. I got a hug as I left, many things on my mind as I made my way home.

The next morning, at the office, we met again and I told them I would do it. I was awake most of the night, trying to figure out if I was going to do this or just run for the hills. Cassie was smart, the way she presented this it made it almost impossible to refuse participating. The company agreed on a week’s vacation so I could get into the role, then start at work the following Monday in the cosmetic department. In each department, I would be shown what to do the first day, then the remainder of the week, test out my skills while dressed as specified by the new dress code.

I made the call to set up an appointment for my transformation, and was given one later in the day. I was surprised at the quick response, but figured it was better to get it over with. I cleaned up any projects I was working on, assigning them to others to be worked on. My boss changed my personnel file making me a new hire as a sales associate. A female name was assigned, Millicent Ann Templeton, and I got my first shock.

My new pay rate was only half of what I was getting now, I suddenly realized how difficult it would be to live like I had been on that meager salary. I also found out that I would be working fifty hours a week, the minimum for salaried employees. I left her office in a daze, I still have on male clothes, but the female life has already intruded on me hard! I bid everybody goodbye, keeping up the story of my transfer to a distribution center.

Next stop, the salon. My first impression of the salon was comical. My mouth was open as I walked in, the place was huge. I am sure I looked comical with my mouth agape taking in the scene before me. Customers and stylist everywhere, probably a hundred people all together. I was expecting some small shop with a couple of ladies, not this feminine mega world.

I was taken to a treatment room and stripped of my clothing. I had already been informed of all the changes specified by the company when I called for an appointment, so that part was already handled. I signed some papers showing that I was fully informed of my treatments. Apparently Cassie and my bosses had contacted the salon initially with what treatments I would need setting this all up.

With that completed, I was laid back on a table and cream spread all over my front side. No area was missed, even my privates were slathered in the cream. Usually something creamy applied would have caused a stirring down below, but not today. Shock and humiliation having its effects on my equipment. Thirty minutes later, the technician used a towel removing all of my body hair. The backside was handled the same way; now, I was totally hairless from the neck down.

Although most of their customers were supposedly male, from what I can see there are few if any males here now. Surely they can’t be so skilled in turning males into females. I asked my technician about their customers, she confided in me that most here now are males, just in varying stages of their transformation.

Another look around and I knew I would blend in easily when I left the salon, probably too easily. Very unnerving to an insecure male, that thought his masculinity was strong enough to go through the change and still appear male. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

The next few hours were very stressful for me. They knew what they were doing, it was me that couldn’t keep up with the changes to my body. My ears were pierced, two holes in each ear. Then my eyebrows were removed, well almost completely done away with. Now two highly arched thin lines above my eyes, way too feminine in my opinion. My hair shampooed and conditioned, then partially dried.

When she started sectioning my hair and applying a paste to the separated sections then wrapping them in foil. I knew my looks would be drastically different when she finished. My natural blonde hair would now have brunette highlights blended throughout, making for a rather feminine look. Management felt that was necessary to assure nobody would be able to recognize me as my former male self.

As that was being accomplished, my nails were being worked on, the long extensions that had been glued on to my nails were sure to make my work at the store harder than I envisioned. The new code did require long polished nails, just not the length that was being applied to my fingers. I am sure though the overall look will be quite feminine. I got bright pink polish, way too many coats of it, guarantying some female looking hands for weeks.

I tried to touch my ears to feel the earrings that were swaying against my neck and almost poked a hole in my ear at the same time. Until I could get used to them, they were a dangerous weapon, at least to me. The nails, jewelry and makeup are part of the new dress code so having these things done was just preparing me for next week.

My body was not to be ignored, breast forms were glued on and my male apparatus was glued away behind a lovely fake vagina. Both the breasts and the vagina were very realistic, almost undetectable. My eyes were drawn to the vagina in particular, then I would blush and look away embarrassed at my unnecessary interest.

I soon found my breasts to be just as much of a problem, every movement of my arms touching or rubbing against one or both. Not a comfortable feeling for a male. I guess that should be former male, my image in the mirror, showing no signs of a male, only a desirable female. As my arm brushed one of my breasts I felt the touch. How can that be, a blob of silicone and I can feel as if it is touched? My tech seeing my questioning look told me that the breast form uses sensors in the form to transmit touch to my nipples primarily, then that is spread to the rest of my natural breast.

My hair was finished, the highlights had taken, now my hair was almost a work of art. Instead of curlers a spray was applied to the hair then a curling iron was used to set the curl. The spray a new development of their company, the curl now would last for months, just brush it into place and you are ready to go. All I heard was ‘months’, since my highlights were dyed in they too would be around for quite some time. Somehow my one month as a female on the sales floor had morphed to something more.

Cassie again? Who knows, something I need to follow up on though. I hope her plans for me don’t include me getting pregnant with her child. A wild thought? Maybe not so much at the rate and degree of my feminization up to now.

Once my hair was coiffed in the latest style, I was shown how to brush it back in place. I came to the conclusion that my coiffure would be with me for quite some time, after I saw how easy it fell back into place. Makeup was applied, some stains and tints lasting for much longer than regular cosmetics. Let’s face it, Millicent is going to be around for far longer than a month.

I was taken next door to their clothes store, and seven outfits were picked out for me, business professional all meeting the new dress codes. This was for my one week of training and acclimation. When my feet were slipped into the heels. I knew I had shafted myself right away. At the time four inch heels were popular and almost a standard with professional women. But a former male in four inch heels, that is another story. It wasn’t fifteen minutes and my feet were aching, but since I had written it into the dress code that was the shoe of choice. As all of my outfits were being bagged for me, guess who shows up. Yep, Cassie with the biggest shit eating grin plastered all over her face.

I was hugged and a cheek kiss, then she literally dragged me from the store. We had to return to get the rest of the bags, but Cassie was on a mission and apparently it was a time sensitive mission. I managed to slide into her front seat, the new skirt I was wearing keeping my legs tightly together. I no sooner got my door closed and she shot out of the parking lot. At every light I was appraised and then with tires squealing we headed further down the road after the light changed.

I was watching how she was driving and not where we were. Soon we pulled right into her garage, the door closing right behind us. She got my door for me, and with a death grip on my wrist, I was wrestled into her bedroom.

Clothes were coming off rapidly, mine seem to be disappearing faster than hers. I was pushed back on the bed and her mouth found mine, her tongue wasting no time in probing my throat. I was giggling at her antics, then she grabbed hold of one of my nipples. I felt it, not something I thought possible with breast forms, but these seem to be quite special.

She pulled on the nipple elongating it as her mouth continued its probing of my mouth. The feeling of the nipple being manipulated was attacking my mind, wave after wave of pleasure hitting me, but making me feel so good. I could taste her lipstick, maybe it was mine, whatever, it tasted so delicious. I was somewhat aware, but also lost in the sensations that had consumed my body.

When she removed a dildo from her nightstand drawer, I swallowed hard. Before I could protest it was inserted in my new vagina, my body reacted in an explosion of feelings. I had experienced a male orgasm before, several times in fact, but unfortunately not with a female. This was so much more than that, bells ringing, lights going off, muscles contracting, and then a tumultuous release of fluids.

I was embarrassed, just the insertion of the dildo had done this to me, no pumping, no squeezing, just one swift long stroke and I exploded in bliss. Cassie’s mouth had found one of my nipples, sucking on it as I came. The good feelings lasted after the dildo was removed, small quakes still vibrating through my body. I was spent, totally spent.

She cuddled me for quite some time, my need for doing something about the liquid leaking from my vagina putting a stop to the cuddling. I was a sight as I waddled to the bathroom, one hand over my vagina trying to keep some of the liquid inside. Talk about humiliated, this had to be the worst case of it known to mankind.

If Cassie had not been giggling up a storm, I might have suffered through it a little better. I set on the toilet, my first time as a female, cleaned myself as much as possible, then took the time to pee while I was there. Then I had to wipe myself again, the moisture all over my nether regions. I was still dripping from my vagina, Cassie watching from the door, giggling away. She handed me a pad, something a female would use during her period. I shook my head no, a blush already spreading over my face. Then she opened her other hand offering me a tampon instead. I took the pad, placing it in my panties as instructed. Of the two choices, the pad is definitely the lesser of two evils.

I pulled my panties back up and returned to the bed. I set on my side not knowing exactly what to do. I didn’t want to lay back down, possibly inviting another situation. I was still not used to her apartment, do I go to my room, just what is appropriate after being ravaged?

She brought me a nightie, slipped it over my head, then laid me back on the bed. She climbed over me, spooning me from behind, her arms pulling me tightly against her. A few minutes later I heard her relaxed breathing, she was sound asleep. I turned partially, being able to kiss her cheek, but barely. Then back to where I was as I contemplated what had happened today. Eventually, the day’s happenings caught up with me, and I slipped into dreamland too. It was late the next morning when I woke, Cassie had already left for work, leaving me a note and a spare key to her apartment.

She suggested a shower, washing my nether regions to remove the last vestiges of my sexual escapade. Even reading that as written causing a blush to spread over my face. The shower did feel good, I washed down there thoroughly, not wanting to smell any odors from my encounter. The note also suggested me dressing as complete as possible in my female persona and getting out for a bit, maybe the mall.

I did just that, very aware that I needed to be out and about as a female if I was going to pull this off. The more practice I had, the better my chances were of going undetected. I took a taxi to the salon to get my car then drove to the mall. Driving in heels is a new experience, I vowed to get some flats for driving, then change into the heels when I got to where I was going. I walked the mall from one end to the other, window shopping, watching other females and trying to imitate their movements.

I spent three hours there, even found a dress that I just had to have. I did not try it on, not near brave enough to do that yet. It was a sweater dress, the length looked long enough to satisfy the dress code, the neckline very code friendly. I know we sell something similar, but that will take quite some time before I am confident enough to shop in our own store. Maybe after working there for a while, but that is a definite maybe.

I was getting hungry, but did not want to risk my voice or mannerisms. Maybe with Cassie at my side. I made it back to Cassie’s, so far so good. I cleaned up a little, if I am going to be living here with her, I am going to do more than my fair share. There was no laundry yet, so I headed to the kitchen to see what she had for dinner. Lots of things for a salad, so I made one for each of us.

Looking through the cabinets I found some canned ham, deciding to broil some of it with a brown sugar coating in the oven set low, for at least an hour. That would allow the sugar to seep into the ham, instead of just coating the surface. I found ingredients for a ranch dressing and made my own, something I normally did for myself anyway.

I set the table, then made some tea, a deep and rich black tea seeped slowly so the full flavor of the tea would come out. I returned upstairs and changed my outfit, playing around with my makeup some. Since most of it was stains, only lip gloss and mascara were required. I did alright this morning, but barely sufficient, especially for a fashionable female. Let’s just say that there was mascara where it didn’t belong, and the lip gloss was on more than just my lips. A male dies not realize how hard it is to stay between the lines when applying makeup. I had to redo my lip gloss twice and even after I had applied the mascara I had blotches instead of even coated lashes. I heard her come in, her giggling, ‘I am home honey’, heard throughout the townhouse.

She was ecstatic about dinner, her salad disappearing long before mine. She asked what brand dressing was served tonight. When I told her I made it, she came over to my side of the table, put her hands on either side of my face and laid a long one on me. I was breathless as she released my head. After the month, you are not going anywhere, we are getting married and you are stuck with me for eternity. She wanted me in bed, but I wanted to clean and straighten the kitchen before we left. She reluctantly agreed, but I could see a small smile hidden in there somewhere. Maybe she was envisioning me as the perfect little housewife. I knew better than to guess what runs through her mind though.

The next few days were a repeat of today. Off to do some shopping and observe who I was to imitate. The second day, I served hamburgers. A full half pound burger on bakery rolls fresh from the bakery this morning. I broiled the hamburgers in the oven, loaded with spices, a little Worchester sauce and chopped up onions and peppers mixed in with the meat. Slow broiled so the flavors could blend, and then turned once to insure an even brown. I had an assortment of toppings ready to be devoured, and added the cheese slice when she walked in the door. The fries had been kept warm in a crock bowl, nicely brown and ready to be dipped in ketchup or mayonnaise.

Cassie said it smelled so good so I would get my kiss now. I was laid back and deep throated, her tongue was wicked and quite capable of amazing things. Again, leaving me breathless and woozy, she sure knows how to ring my bells. She made me sit on her lap as we ate, taking turns feeding each other. It was a thoroughly enjoyable meal. I again cleaned up, she just parked herself on a bar stool watching me. She did assist me as I worked, every time I passed by she would grab me, kiss me and pinch my ass before I was allowed to continue. It took much longer than usual to get the kitchen straightened up, believe me.

The next day again around town, the mall and even back to the salon. I had been reading all of her fashion magazines at home, and convinced myself that I needed a newer trendier hair style for work. When I checked at reception I could get a stylist in an hour that gave me time to browse the hair style books looking for the perfect curly do. I found one that would work with my hair length, the end result would be tussled curls framing my face, with longer tendrils at the neck. The tech saw the picture of what I wanted and then shampooed my hair adding a straightener to offset the setting lotion used last time.

This time I got one of their permanents, another one of their discoveries. Regular permanent rods were used, the paper the hair was wrapped in more of a silk material. Each curl was wrapped tight, then saturated with the permanent solution. Under a dryer for over two hours, the heat turned down low. No neutralizer needed for this type of perm, when the permanent rods were removed soft curls exploded from the rod. The texture of the curl was silky like the material used to wrap the hair with.

For dinner that night I made spaghetti and meatballs. I made the sauce myself, slow cooking it with lots of spices. I used canned tomatoes, but not sauce, cooking it down until I had the desired consistency for the spaghetti. I rolled the meatballs and broiled them with spices, onions, peppers, and garlic mixed in the meat mixture. I had the broiler on low, so the meat would cook slowly allowing the flavors to mix. Turned over several times to insure an even brownness. The spaghetti boiled in water with some oil and spices added to enhance the flavor. I drained the water off and mixed the sauce in with the spaghetti. The meatballs were added on top, so they were not soaked in the sauce. Of course, I did some garlic bread, five grain bread, with butter and garlic added then under the broiler for a few minutes.

I am home honey, was heard as the door closed and then I was ravaged as I was trying to get the garlic bread on a plate. She took her fork grabbed a meatball, moaning and groaning as it was consumed. Then I was dragged to the table for another session of feeding each other. When we finished she pulled me even closer, hugging me very tightly. Her next words surprised me.

“Why don’t we get married this weekend, I love everything about you, you make me so happy and I want you in my bed forever more. If necessary I will get a second job so you don’t have to work, I want to come home to you, to ravage you and to treasure you from now on.” Then I saw her take a box from the end of the table, opening it and taking the ring inside and sliding it on my finger. She looked up into my eyes and gave me her puppy dog look. “Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee.”

I told her yes, but I need time to get used to the new sex. “I presume you want the Millicent and not the male from before. Let’s work through the four week dress code test and then we will make some plans. I do love you and want to take care of you so much. One thing though you have to have the kid, I will be a mother, but you have to do your part, dear.” Further words were impossible as someone’s tongue was half way down my throat. I never got an answer about her doing her part.

I had one more day to roam as a female, then take care of my hubby. That is why the name hubby/Cassie was given to her. She didn’t care, as long as I was on the other end of the greeting she was happy. I was planning to serve the remainder of the spaghetti and meatballs, but when I looked in the refrigerator they were not to be found. I looked instead in the sink, finding the container I put them in last night there surprisingly empty. Cassie again, if this keeps up I will have to get us both signed up at a gym or neither one of us will fit in our clothes. Cassie will definitely have a head start in that regard though.

So not having much time before she got home I did the wifely thing and ordered some pizza. I did rummage through the refrigerator looking for some additional toppings that could be added to enhance the flavor. I found some cheeses, some peppers, and some sausage that will suffice. From her meager pantry I found some canned olives, slicing them up ready to be applied when the pizza got here. The delivery guy got here a few moments before Cassie, I paid him then added the extra ingredients and slipped it back into the oven.

Honey I am home came from the front door as the timer went off on the oven. I moved the pizza to the table, adding some iced tea to our glasses. I got kissed, something I found I was looking forward too now. She saw the delivery box and looked disappointed then I asked her where the spaghetti and meatballs disappeared to. She smiled, and rubbed her tummy, giggling a little as she did so. I had two slices of the pizza, she finished the rest off herself, splitting it between now and another late evening snack.

We spent the weekend enjoying each other, my nipples were very hard and sore come Monday morning. Of course, I gave as good as I received, I am sure her nipples were also well worked over as she donned her bra. I dressed in one of the outfits I picked out from the salon store, fluffed up my hair and added a coat of lip gloss. We each drove our own car to work, our schedules were similar, but she got off two hours earlier than I did. At least this first week I was working five ten hour days, having Wednesday off and having to work Saturday. I expected that since it was normally the store’s busiest business day.

My boss in cosmetics checked my appearance, even finding where I had not worn the appropriate earrings as per the dress code. I had to go to the jewelry department and purchase a pair that complied with the new dress code. I became painfully aware that I would not be shown any favoritism in this one month trial. I was not allowed to sign in to the computer until I had complied with the dress code, so I would be working an extra twenty minutes tonight before I could leave the store.

By lunch my feet were killing me, the heels just too much. I did get to eat lunch in the store restaurant, one of the other sales associates seeing me rubbing my feet suggested that I get another different pair of heels, sometimes just wearing a different shoe would ease the pain of higher heels. So I went to the shoe department and purchased another pair of four inch heels, this time a block type of heel with an open toe.

When I got back to the cosmetic department I was late, now another thirty minutes tonight to make up the time. I was also written up for not having polish on my toes, since the new shoe was open toed. That would require another hour later in the week to work off the faux paux. I did sell quite a bit of cosmetics, even received a couple of compliments from customers.

So a little after seven I managed to make my way out of the store. I headed to Cassie’s place, parked in her garage and walked into her kitchen, my heels in my hands. I caught my stockings on the door frame, sending a large run right up the stocking. That was it, I set down on the floor and started crying, everything today just adding to make my life miserable. That is where Cassie found me. I was helped up and taken to my room. She helped me out of my clothes and laid me back on the bed, then crawled in next to me and held me tight.

That is where I found myself later, my need for the bathroom forcing me to leave her loving arms. When I got back she was sitting there, some fruit in a bowl in one hand and a large glass of iced tea in the other. I was hand fed, then when all the fruit was gone she helped me into a nightie, one that I do not remember buying. The covers were pulled over me and a passionate kiss on the lips was delivered. She then resumed her cuddle, holding me tighter this time.

The alarm the next morning meant I had to leave her arms again, I had to try and get to the salon before work to get my toenails polished so I would not get another write-up. Breakfast was a long lingering kiss from Cassie, then I had to get going. The salon could work me in, thirty minutes later I was heading to the store. I was checked closer this morning, by the department head, every inch of my appearance was gone over carefully.

I became aware that I would get by with nothing during this month, two days into this week and I was already written up twice. Yes, another write up today, my skirt was not the proper length, it being at my knees and the dress code requiring at least four inches above the knees. It was one of the new outfits, but I had not tried it on, the skirt longer than I anticipated. No extra time for this deficiency, but a copy of the write up placed in my employee file. I am sure when Jennifer sees the reprimand she will have a good laugh.

Unfortunately for me, it was much more than a laugh at my expense. I was called into her office before I started work the next day. She had me close the door behind me, not a good sign that the meeting might be favorable to me. She asked about the write-ups, and what I was planning to do make sure there were no more. One more reprimand and I would be formally warned by personnel of rules violations. Three more and I would be let go. Since I had written the dress code she did not expect me to violate some of the guidelines. I tried to defend myself, saying that the department manager was being extra critical.

She reminded me that it was clearly stated in prior meetings that all my managers would do so, so that should not be a surprise. We thought we could start a higher level with you since you were aware of all the rules and policies. You do remember writing the new dress code don’t you? That assumption apparently is a mistake.

So starting tomorrow you will attend the new employee classes one hour every work day before you go to your previously assigned department. That will extend your time as a female, now you can count on spending three months before the trial period is over. Maybe the extra time learning what you should have already been aware of will stop the write ups that you are accumulating. I will notify all the parties involved of my decision, now go to cosmetics and do your job. Tomorrow you will attend the first new employee class, and then every work day thereafter for the required thirty classes. I want perfect attendance and I want you to behave, if I hear otherwise I will make the necessary corrections to your behavior. Now get to work.

I made my way down to cosmetics, this was not starting like I hoped. To be sent to the new employee classes, a definite slap on the wrist for my behavior. I don’t blame Jennifer, she is just reacting to what I have done. The problem is I have no idea why I have made the mistakes, I do know the dress code backwards and forwards, but the hem length of my dress totally escaped my mind that day. When I looked in the mirror that morning, I didn’t even look at the hem of my skirt.

I did manage to make it through the day, without out any more write-ups. As I drove home after work I was seriously depressed. None of this was going like it should, it was like I was sabotaging myself. After the first meeting with Jennifer and the CEO it seems I have managed to do a pretty good job of it, I am definitely my worst enemy. When I got to Cassie’s I went right to my bedroom, got undressed and pulled on a nightie. I crawled under the covers and closed my eyes, hoping that somehow all of this will end. That is where Cassie found me, since she was also in pajamas she just scooted me over and cuddled me. I don’t remember a thing after that.

I had to get up earlier, attending that new employee class was going to be sheer torture. I dressed carefully, checking myself often to make sure all of my clothes were dress code friendly. I drove to the store, then made my way to the classroom on the third floor of the store. That is where the executive offices are housed, with the store on the first two floors of the building. Believe it or not my appearance was checked carefully, then the instructor wrote me out another violation. My lipstick was not applied properly, plus a color that was prohibited in the store. I was told that a coat of gloss was necessary after the lipstick application as per the dress code, section 1 paragraph 5. I had to sign the write-up and then sit through the one hour class. After the class, instead of heading down to cosmetics I was sent to personnel. When I knocked on Jennifer’s door, she called me in asking me to close the door behind me.

Oh gawd, another black mark, I doubt I will be out of female clothes in this century, if I am even still with the company after today. She looked at the write-up, than at me. I had to look away, I was so embarrassed at what had happened. I had wrongfully presumed that I could change my lipstick before I went to the sales floor, it was just a class away from any of our customers. Then I remembered that the dress code is in effect when any employee is within the store or offices. Some help that was, maybe remembering before I get caught might have been a better idea.

Jennifer did not say anything, I am sure she is pissed at my behavior, her faith in me as her assistant quickly vanishing. I finally received a few words from her, given a card for the salon with a day and time written on it. “Since you have shown us nothing of your past behavior and knowledge I am having the company pay for some more permanent changes so that you can still remain employed here. Since we all agreed to try this I feel partly responsible for your transformation hence the appointment to make the changes more lasting.”

“You no longer work in personnel, your time there was obviously a big mistake, since you have seemed to learn nothing from your time spent there. I doubt you can handle a job much more complicated than a sales associate. There is an opening in ladies wear where you will be assigned. You still need to attend the new employee classes, maybe something will sink in. If you refuse this last attempt at keeping you employed, you will walk away with nothing, your services will no longer be needed.”

I tried to say something to her, but she pointed to the door and I walked out. It was like my whole world came crashing down around me, nothing seemed to work, everything I did was wrong and picked upon. I doubt any employee of the company has received four write-ups in less than a week. I made it down to cosmetics, after checking my appearance in the rest room. I made sure I was dress code complaint, even checking twice on a couple of things. The really hard part was trying to keep from crying, I knew if I allowed myself to start I would be sobbing within minutes.

When I got there, the department head told me I had already been transferred to ladies wear, so I needed to report there. I was few minutes late since I had to walk from cosmetics to ladies wear. Luckily that was not noted by my new boss. She showed me around and instructed me on my job for the first few days. That was to hang up all the clothes that had been tried on and left, then hang up the new arrivals. It was a tedious job, very hard on the feet, my heels making my feet ache all the way up my leg. I worked through lunch, trying to make up the time I was not in the department earlier.

I did manage to get everything hung before it was my time to leave a major feat in itself. Although the job was boring and repetitive, it wasn’t but a couple of hours later that I was holding things I liked against me to see what I looked like. I knew it would be awhile before I could afford any of the items on my new pay rate. If Cassie doesn’t let me stay with her, there is no way I can afford my apartment on my new pay rate. I need to check on that, and somehow end my lease on my old apartment before I end up owing more than I can possibly pay back.

When I entered Cassie’s apartment she was standing there with hands on her hips. Oh shit, more trouble. I decided to start crying right away and beat everybody to it. Believe me it was only a minute with her staring at me and I was sobbing. I was taken by the hand and led to the living room and seated on the couch. She left to get us something to drink, then returned and sat right next to me. I was handed my drink, then through waves of tears sliding down my cheeks I told her everything. I was comforted some, but even she was withholding her affections some. Of course my mind started working overtime, she was going to kick me out leaving me in a low paying job, an apartment I can’t afford and without anyone to comfort me and love me. I was surprised at the last part of that, love me, a phrase never used in connection with my name ever. Well, my new name.

She pulled back some away from me, my heart almost stopping. Oh gawd not now, please not now. She made me face her, even holding my head some so I had to look at her. “Now you know what a female goes through every day. Will she do okay at her job, will her appearance be satisfactory, her appearance so much more important than a male’s look. Will she meet someone to help her get through life or will she be single and lonely forever. Will her new boss be supportive or will they just find more things wrong with what she does. Now add in a young male’s changes to the dress code, making life even more difficult for her. I think you are beginning to see what it is like to be on the other side.”

“You need to forget the past, you are just a female trying to make a living in this cold hard world. Do the best that you can at what you are assigned, forget the dress code and live the female life enthusiastically. You are a lowly sales associate in women’s wear, a starting point for you. Learn from the new employee classes, something new during each class. Apply it to your job and maybe just maybe you can come out of this on top.

I will wait patiently for what is buried deep inside of you for a few weeks, then if you continue on your self-destruction we will have to part. I still have feelings for you, but can’t see you throwing everything away for something that you think you want. Now we are going to fix dinner together, eat it and clean the kitchen then we are going to cuddle on the couch until you get sleepy. Tomorrow is a big day for you, you need your beauty sleep then I will tuck you in and give you a kiss on the cheek. No more delicious kisses until you face reality and your future.

It was after I ended up in bed before all she had told me finally sunk in. I guess I was living a dream, a male’s dream, thinking that I was better than everybody, put on some female clothes spend a month doing that and then return to my job as if nothing happened.

Well it all got knocked out of me, now I am a sales associate, with no immediate future. Not enough pay to sustain my former life, and on probation with someone that cares for me. I made several decisions that night, the first canceling my lease on my old apartment. I debated about picking up my male clothes, but really didn’t have the time or resources to get them to Cassie’s apartment. I figured I could clean the apartment on Sunday, my day off, throwing out my male things, only a few kitchen things making the trip to Cassie’s apartment.

To my utter delight Cassie came with me, making the job go twice as fast. A neighbor at the apartment complex, took my male clothes, thus after we finished cleaning two boxes of kitchen items is all we brought back to the apartment. As I thought about it later, I could have dressed again as a male and got another job in town as one, maybe escaping some of this. It never occurred to me, I knew if I could make it through the next few months I would have a job here, even though it was as a female. The pay also never really entered my mind, I think sub-consciously being with Cassie was what was steering my decisions.

I prepared for work every day with considerable effort. I checked my hem, the amount of cleavage showing, my jewelry, nails and my shoes before I ever left the bedroom. On Saturday night I was thrilled, a whole week with no infractions against my name. All during the week I applied myself enthusiastically to every job I was assigned. Later in the week I was handling customers for the first time showing them where they could find what they were asking for plus other possible combinations that they could coordinate with their selections.

I did see Jennifer around some, she was cordial to me but not overly friendly. One of her secretaries got promoted to my old position, they did make some changes in the dress code I had written making all concerned happy. Over the next few weeks I worked my way up in ladies wear, now the assistant department manager. My sales figures were always top notched, even surpassing the department manager during most weeks. Then three months after my assignment to the ladies wear department I was called to the executive offices, specifically the CEO’s office.

As I entered the office, I noticed who was waiting for me. Jennifer sitting to the side of the desk, the CEO behind the desk and Cassie to the other side of the desk. This can’t be good for me. I was told to sit in the chair in front of the desk and a huge file on the CEO’s desk was opened. I presume it is my file. Every item in it was gone over by the three ladies, even Cassie getting involved in some of the discussions. I wasn’t really ridiculed just reminded of every instance and what had happened. Then Sharon the CEO asked what should be done with me.

All she received from me in response was Huh. Jennifer suggested that I might be used to fill the ladies wear department manager position that is soon to be vacant. The other two vetoed that proposal. Then Cassie suggested that maybe I could be utilized back in personnel, Millie has learned a lot since she was assigned there last time. Jennifer and Sharon said no, rather emphatically. I was almost in tears, nothing showing yet, but right on the verge. Sharon cleared her throat, looked over at Cassie, saying it is all up to you. Whatever you decide that will be fine with us. I looked over at Cassie, a look of hope on my face.

Wait a minute, what has Cassie got to do with my future here at work? I stared at her, trying to figure out what is going on here. I started to get up from my chair, maybe I need to get some fresh air.

“Millicent you need to sit back down and listen. Do you know my last name?” I shook my head no as I sat back down. “It is Henley, does that have any significance with you? Again another head shake no. Then it dawned on me the company name is Henley’s, that can’t be. Is she the daughter of the founder, known throughout the company as C. Henley? I stayed with her, I kissed her, cuddled with her, oh gawd how dumb can I be? Don’t answer that.

Cassie smiled at my realization, then spoke of where I will be working now. “I think I will have Millicent working in purchasing for a while. Hopefully she has learned what sells and what items we need more of. Then when she has placed her orders she can be my executive assistant, handling all matters that pertain to company operations. When Sharon retires later in the year she can be the new CEO. I will personally see that she complies with the company dress code. We have had trouble with her in the past on that same topic.” Does anybody here have any objections to that line of thinking? Jennifer and Sharon were quiet, but I raised my hand. Cassie looked at me, put down that hand Millicent, your opinion does not count.

Everybody got up and left, Cassie taking my hand and dragging me after her. Through a door, and into an even more lush office. I was pushed up on her desk, laid back and kissed like never before. I put my arms up around her neck and pulled tight, not ever wanting to let Cassie get away.

It turned out the whole mess was staged to get me experience in areas I had no knowledge of. The write-ups even to make me feel like one of the lowly sales associates to experience some of the things they go through and are subjected to every day. Cassie was the mastermind behind most of it, but I understand Jennifer had quite a bit of influence in things. I did progress, eventually taking over for Sharon when she retired. A year later Cassie and I married, it is a family owned business you know.

I never forgot that dress code, often going back and re-living some of the things I experienced. Yep, living the dress code was a very fortunate occurrence in my life. It did change me in other ways too. I remained committed to the dress code, still do adhere to it explicitly. How can you require your employees to dress accordingly when the boss doesn’t, besides I feel so uncomfortable in male clothes anymore.

The final reason for dressing as a female is that Cassie would have me committed if I appeared dressed as anything else. I have easily adjusted to that line of thinking, gorgeous clothes, beautiful lingerie and the love of my soulmate, what more could a gurl like me want?

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