Kody: A Profound Wager
It
was a stupid wager, but then lot of betting is done without the
consideration that you have no control over what is bet on. I worked
in a small office handling the computers and analyzing customer’s
web presence as to functionality and purpose. Our branch office was a
part of a huge corporation that dabbled in lots of things, all
computer or web related. We supplied answers to some common business
problems, problems that most businesses did not have the resources to
handle themselves. If a company was selling goods over the internet
and they got some inquiries from out of the country we supplied the
information and know how for them to be able to sell their goods
internationally. That included licenses required, rules and
regulations regarding their sales in each country and shipping
requirements to get their goods to the new customer.
In
the U.S. we supplied specialty software to allow their customers to
view their product in their own native language. Software to get the
pictures of their product on their web pages and blended into their
presentation without overwhelming the customer. We also consulted on
their web presentation offering some different ideas on how to
attract the customer and close a sale on their product.
I
mainly worked with the computers behind the scenes, analyzing a
customers web site and then offering suggestions on how to improve
it. Then we had sales specialists that took my recommendations and
approached the customer with my advice, and our help in getting that
advice implemented. We had three specialists that performed those
tasks for the customer and then helped them keep the website current
and functioning properly. This was done with a service contract, so
much a month to keep things running smoothly. That was the basis for
our company, keeping their web sites functional and profitable.
My
boss is a female, energetic, knowledgeable and quite proficient. She
has a way with employees that served her well. Shelly was always
kidding us about something, teasing us about our manner of dress and
often engaging in small wagers about this thing or that. If she lost
the wager she would always honor the bet and not try to weasel her
way out of it. With each employee the subject of the wagers were
different, some would be about sport teams, others about something
happening in the news, others with appearance and in a few cases
about some of our customers. She is well liked because she interacts
with us freely and is so down to earth. In general, the office
adopted some of her behavior, some wagers and kidding exchanged
between the employees as well.
One
of the ladies in our office was attending a wedding, her sister
getting married to a fairly wealthy boyfriend, and since she is her
maid of honor, the dress for the affair to be very formal. In this
case, she wanted her hair in an elaborate updo since both her and her
sister have such long hair with their dresses being strapless, a
perfect combo. They had some jewelry that would be included in the
elaborate updo along with some ribbons that matched the color of the
dresses. Their Mother had spent a fortune on the dresses, the total
coming to just under twenty-five thousand dollars for both dresses.
The wedding to be held in one of the fanciest churches in town, with
a coach pulled by four horses to take the couple to the reception a
few blocks away.
Anyway
I had gotten carried away with regards to the future maid of honor
kidding her about the fancy hairdo ever chance I got. She wasn’t
able to take time off work for the appointment for the hairdo at her
salon, so ended up taking the appointment in the evening a couple of
days early. This required her to work those days with the fancy
hairdo. There would be an employee of the salon at the wedding to
fluff up the hairdo, but not able to create the updo right before the
wedding.
She
showed up for work that first day, her hair piled on top of her head,
with tendrils of hair hanging from each ear and a multitude of curls
from a bun at the back of her head. The jewelry looking like diamonds
around the bun with the ribbons hanging from each tendril. It was
quite pretty and very lavish. Also very over the top for a workplace.
I guess I got carried away with the kidding although Kay seemed to
take it in stride. She told us abut her sleeping arrangements since
if she laid down it would squash the hair do. So she slept in a chair
at night with pillows keeping her head up, and a scarf to hold the
long ribbons from getting wrinkled.
Over
lunch we were talking about a customer that in the past had given is
quite a bit of trouble. Each of us had dealt with them at one point
in time, however I seemed to get them more often than the rest.
Shelly proposed a wager between her and I. If I could handle them by
myself the next time they became a problem she would make sure I got
a bonus for my efforts. However if her or one of the girls had to
step in to handle the customer I would have to pay a penance for a
month, the nature of the penance to be obtained from suggestions of
the other office girls. Each girl would get to offer one suggestion
for my penance all the suggestions to be placed in a box and I would
then select one if I lost the wager. So the kidding got transferred
to me, the girls making all kinds of suggestions about my penance,
since they were sure if I got that customer again I would be paying
the penance. Then they started on what they would say to the customer
to soothe things out, and make sure we kept the customer. There was
even a few hints that maybe down the road another wager could be
done, and what consequences that might mean for me. Just think you
may never be in a place where there was not a penance to be dealt
with.
Shelly
used little things like this to make each person feel like they were
part of the team not an individual out on their own. It has worked in
the past, every little wager looked upon enthusiastically by all
concerned. Even this latest wager already talked about, with several
gals already writing down their suggestions for later. Then looking
at me and giggling away. I know it sure caused an increase in the
chatting.
Of
course I wanted to win the wager, a bonus always appreciated these
days. In the past Shelly’s bonuses have been quite sizable. So I
started preparing for my talk with this customer, brushing up on
their history and requirements. In the past they have complained or
required help about every ten days, so it wouldn’t be long before I
am again having to interact with them. Maybe this time will be a
charm. A voice deep within me was screaming to pass on the wager, too
iffy and not knowing what I would have to do if I lost making it way
too risky. Did I listen to the voice, nope full speed ahead. I shook
on it with Shelly, the resulting smirk on her face quite large.
I
have in the past been able to solve their problem or handle their
complaint by myself about half of the time, so the odds might be
slightly in my favor. I had just finished two web analysis for
customers sending the suggestions to our sales people. I got a phone
call from a customer to handle next, yep the customer in question was
on the phone.
I
introduced myself and listened to their problem, then formulated my
response. This was an employee of theirs I was not familiar with so I
explained what had happened, actually a mistake on their part. Since
I had worked with them in the past I carefully explained what to do
and in the proper order. Silence on the other end. I asked if I could
help them understand something better or if I could go over the
procedure to correct the problem again. The employee got huffy,
demanding that I let her talk to my boss. I asked her to hold for a
minute and I would get her on the phone. Oh gawd came to mind, but I
needed to get Shelly on the phone quickly before the customer got any
more upset. I had printed the procedure out like I usually do, to be
kept in a file of theirs in case this came up again. I took the
printed sheet over to Shelly explaining what had happened. And handed
her the procedure for handling the problem. Also filling her in on
who she was talking too. I went back to my computer my head hung
down, I presume my luck with handling them now non-existent. I did
not think about the wager till later, when that single thought came
running across my mind causing me to lose track of what I was doing
and having to start all over again.
Shelly
seemed to have no problem with the customer’s employee as she went
over the fix and then waited as the employee implemented the
procedure. It worked right away and Shelly was thanked profusely for
her help and guidance. We had gotten real busy as Shelly was talking
to the customer so there was no chance to talk about what had
happened that day. I ended up staying late since I had two analysis
to finish before heading home. Shelly came by as she was heading out,
gave me a squeeze on the shoulder as she left, with the biggest smirk
on her face. I let out a sigh, the thought of my penance to be
determined coming to the forefront once again.
I
did finish a little later so at ten minutes to six I signed off my
computer and headed home. I was pooped so I nuked a TV dinner,
nibbled on it then took a bath and crawled into bed. I was apparently
more tired than usual sleeping through the first alarm. When the
second alarm sounded, I jumped up, slipped on some clothes and drove
to the office. No breakfast, not even time to brush my hair. I did
make it just before eight, our normal starting time. As I set at my
desk, the phones started ringing and it was almost noon before they
relented a little. Luckily for us the company stopped all incoming
calls to us during the lunch hour, giving us a little piece and
quiet. Believe me on some days it was really appreciated.
We
chatted about all the calls we had that morning, then Shelly asked
the girls for their suggestions for my wager with her. Well it was
handled quickly as each of then took their suggestion from their
purse and handed them to Shelly. Shelly read each one then placed
them in a box on the table. Her smile got bigger as she looked each
suggestion over and then dropped them in the box. The box was slid
over in front of me and I reached in and stirred them up a little
then selected one. I pulled it out and handed it to Shelly not
wanting to look at it until the last moment. Shelly paused for a
minute then read the suggestion. A curly updo for the whole month. I
sunk in my seat and moaned, each of the girls reaching out to me and
telling me that it wouldn’t be that bad, I may even learn to like
the style.
The
lunch hour was up, so the girls got up to resume their work and
Shelly took out the remaining suggestions from the box. I presume to
make me aware of the other choices. As she opened them up and laid
them in front of me to read, each suggestion was nearly the same,
except maybe a few words changed here and there. So it didn’t
matter what I chose, I will be doing the penance that every girl
wanted me to suffer through.
Shelly
told me that this particular penance was not what she had in mind for
me, so she will make sure that something else be found to satisfy the
girls. A head full of curls and ribbons on a male kind of severe,
limiting what I could do when off work and during the night time
hours. I immediately though of having to sleep in a chair every night
for a month, none of the things that I had considered earlier.
We
got busy, her computer dinging telling her that there were more calls
yet to be handled, I got up and made my way to my computer, signed on
and took the next call. Shelly was doing the same and it was four
hours later when things eased up some. I still had three sites to
analyze. So I got started on them, hoping to finish them before six.
Shelly was also kept busy, with her finishing a few minutes before
six, She wandered in and sat in front of my desk watching me finish
up the last analysis. With that finished I let out a huge sigh and
signed off. To my surprise she invited me to dinner, her treat. I
told her yes, but she didn’t have to pay my way.
My
car was left at work, she would drop me back here after we ate. The
restaurant she had in mind was nice, good food all low in calories
and very reasonable in price. The low calorie bit was a joke, the
food was so rich and tasty I am sure I gained ten pounds just looking
at it on my plate. After we finished eating she wanted to talk about
my wager and penance. I figured as much as soon as she asked me to
dinner. I kept quiet letting her tell me what she wanted to do. I had
already decided to go through with my hair in an updo, not wanting to
experience it, but more interested in fulfilling my part of the
wager. Not try and weasel out of part of it. She said she had went
back to my personnel file and looked to see if I was married. Since I
never talked about a girlfriend she presumed there was none at the
moment.
She
had taken my photo from my original employment application and shown
it to one of her friends, who works in a salon to see if what she has
in mind might work out. According to her friend, it would work out
perfectly. I saw Shelly take a huge breath and then heard her tell me
that the best way to handle this is for me to dress as a female
during the month. Nothing over the top, just a dress instead of pants
and a shirt. No makeup, the hair do will supply the female image by
itself with no further enhancements necessary.
She
stared at me, waiting for me to say something. I knew I would accept,
but any chance to wind her up some can’t be passed up. I carefully
selected my words then asked her. What no panties? Well that broke
the ice and we giggled and laughed for quire some time. I managed to
tell her that I wanted to follow through, not wanting any one to
think I would welsh on a bet. She told me she would make me an
appointment on Saturday morning, thus allowing me the weekend to get
used to my new look.
I
would be expected to pay for my updo, but her friend is giving me a
huge discount. The dresses for my disguise Shelly would furnish, the
cost worth it to her, to see me with bare legs and short skirts. I
asked about pants, but Shelly reminded me of the company dress code
prohibiting any pants at the workplace for females. Oh well it was a
thought.
I
agreed to everything, not wanting to let the girls down. I am sure
they are looking forward to me with a very feminine hairdo and
wearing a dress. Shelly offered to pick me up Saturday morning and
take me to the salon. That way she can introduce me to her friend. I
am sure it has more to do with seeing me first with an updo and also
first to see me in a dress. Oh well, nothing to do but put up with
it. I have noticed I am saying oh well quite a bit now, if that is
the only saying I pick up in the ensuing weeks things will be fine.
Shelly
was early ringing my door bell, incessantly by the way. When I opened
the door in my robe, she swept pass me and dragged me toward the
bedroom. I was pushed inside and told to get dressed. I presume she
saw the bed through the open door.
Don’t
take time to make your bed, we have more important things to take
care of. I found her looking around the living room when I emerged,
smiling and anxiously waiting to get her hands on me. Once she
latched on we were out the door and into her car in less than a
minute. The drive to the salon was less than a half hour, she parked
in the first parking spot up front and came around to extricate me
from the car. Into to the salon and straight back to a room in the
back. Her friend was waiting for her, we were introduced and I was
handed over to her.
Madison
was friendly, but solely focused on giving me a gorgeous updo, her
words. She ran her fingers through my hair proclaiming that such a
feat would be so easy. Meanwhile Shelly headed off to their clothes
store to shop for me. With Shelly’s sense of style and humor I am
sure I will be on display, that is most of me will be on display. At
the office she seemed to be the one with the most skin visible on any
one day. Not a person you would choose to pick out your wardrobe.
Madison
was meanwhile shampooing my hair, then numerous conditioners were
added and left on for a while. After that was accomplished she combed
out any tangles and started to cut my hair, evening out the length
and getting the split ends removed. Then numerous large curlers were
used after she saturated my hair with a setting lotion. Once all the
hair was in curlers I was moved over under a dryer and told to read a
magazine or two, she wanted my hair to dry slowly, that along with
the setting lotion would guarantee my hair to hold the curl for at
least a week. She has already made appointments every Saturday for me
at the same time, so that my hairdo will always look fresh and
pretty. She smiled when she said pretty, her first attempt at kidding
aimed at my new look.
I
did read several of their magazines, the article on avoiding unwanted
male attention of special interest to me. I sincerely hoped that I
would not be attractive enough to draw any male attention, but these
days you never know. My mind did consider all the things that may
affect my life now. I doubt my new hairstyle will allow anyone to
presume I was a male. So any venture out for groceries, take out, or
any one of a dozen other things will change dramatically. Everybody I
will come in contact with will most likely see a female, the hairdo
not one that is normally worn by today’s female. I guess wearing a
dress might help, at least that way I will not be as obvious. Dressed
in male pants and a shirt, but with that hairdo will draw everybody’s
attention no matter who they are. So my life is going to change,
starting as soon as Madison completes my updo.
Once
out from under the dryer she removed my curlers, each curl springing
back into the tight curl when in the curler. She brushed the hair
straight back and secured it into a bun, the remaining length
spilling out from the bun in ringlets of curls. Gawd, why did I have
to let my hair grow so long?
She
then took each curl and brushed it until it relaxed some, tying a
ribbon into the hair at the base of each curl. There was over fifty
curls with attached ribbons when she finished the ribbons hanging
down to my mid back, the curls dangling around my shoulder blades.
She had kept two curls full of hair at each ear separate, those were
secured with a diamond encrusted barrette, surrounded by several
ribbons. The ribbons a blend of colors and shorter than the other
ones at my back. I am sure the diamonds were fake, but they looked
quite realistic none the less. I let out several sighs, my image was
worse that I had imagined. The hairdo screamed female, even though my
face had no makeup on it, any masculinity I might have shown before
today was not apparent.
Madison
had given me a wrap of sorts, to be placed around my head before I
laid down. I was to put it on after bending over keeping the curls in
the open part of the wrap. It attached in the front, fitting tight
around my head but leaving a cone at the top of my head, all of my
curls and ribbons laying in that cone. It would minimize any damage
to my hairdo, removing it and shaking my head should let most of the
curls to fall back where they belong. Another sigh, this wager now
even more intrusive on my life. I really hate that customer, wanting
to call them up and cuss them out. Count to ten, maybe that will
help. I made it to twenty-one before I calmed down some.
Time
for Shelly to show up, a dress and some panties in her hand. I didn’t
even wait to be asked to strip, the dress would be much preferred
over what I had on now. At least, the incongruity of my clothes and
hairdo would be handled. The panties were silky, and as they slid up
my legs causing all kinds of never experienced sensations. The dress
not much better, a sweater dress conforming to every curve of my
body. I never did have much body hair, a small patch of fuzz on my
chest and of course some around my genitals. Facial hair was almost
non existent, some Indian ancestry the most likely reason for that.
Although
there was no breasts or hips to fill out the dress a quite attractive
female was the image in the mirror. Shelly eyes never left my body,
smiling and giggling as I donned the clothes. She told me she had six
more outfits in the car, for next week, all just as pretty and girly.
She
had already signed the ticket for the services, so I was led out to
her car. I did remember
I was to pay for the updo, something to discuss later. I forgot to
mention the heels that I was gifted with, way too tall in my thinking
and only two small straps holding them on my feet. I think the best
description would be dainty looking. I nearly fell on my face a
couple of times, but by the time we got to her car I was somehow
managing. Straight to her house, for that I was thankful, venturing
out anywhere was not something I was looking forward to. She got the
car door for me as I tried to duck down some to get my head and body
out of the car with the hairdo.
I
followed her into the house, then to the kitchen. She showed me to a
bar stool by a serving bar and I attempted to get my butt on the
stool. I finally made it but also giving Shelly lots of laughs in the
interim. She placed a soft drink in front of me than a straw. I
looked at the straw, then remembered that females often drank with a
straw, helping to minimize damage to their lipstick. Oh well muttered
again, but used the straw to drink some of the soft drink. I even
looked at the straw to see if I left any lipstick marks. Shelly had
been watching me then giggled. That giggle turning into laughter a
few moments later.
As
we were setting there she suggested that I stay with her, so she
could help me with my hair and clothes. I tilted my head some staring
right at her. Okay I have my motives, but just trust me right now and
agree to stay here for the month. I smiled, asking her if she was
going to help me put my panties on every day. She got up from her
stool approached me and grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug,
holding me and not letting me escape. Yep, I will help you put them
on and take them off every day, you can count on it. The hug turned
into a kiss, erotic although brief. I was shown to the bedroom, quite
pretty and very feminine, a king size bed in the middle of the room.
I am shown to my side of the bed, extra pillows stacked on my side to
help with preserving the hairdo. She pointed to the bathroom door and
to the closet where she will hang my new wardrobe. I needed to use
the bathroom so I headed in that direction while she returned to her
car to get my clothes.
Dress
up and panties down, I sat on the toilet to do my business. I did
think why I had sat, since I never had done that before. Another
unanswered question for later. When I returned my clothes were
hanging in the closet, a pair of panties attached to each dress. On
the floor directly underneath the dresses was two more pair of heels,
I looked at Shelly, she smiled dress code requirement for a female.
Then I spotted something laying on my side of the bed, a frilly lacy
nightie. I blushed ten different shades of red. As Shelly gave me a
smirk. House requirement, you will love it.
She
indeed helped me out of the dress and panties, twirling them around
her finger after getting them off. I tried to be mad, but she was
obviously having fun doing this. Into the nightie, with way too much
help and then my wrap for the hairdo. It felt funny to have all of
that wrapped around my head, but I guess if it saves me anguish the
next morning it is worth it. I was laid in bed, then Shelly started
wedging the pillows around me keeping me pinned to the bed. My arms
were buried under several pillows and my head was wedged tight with
pillows on both sides. My covers were raised to my neck then tucked
in tight. She leaned down and kissed me on the lips causing all kinds
of sensations to course through my body. She made sure everything was
tightly wedged around me then went to her side of the bed and crawled
in. Turned out the light and was soon asleep.
I
lay there comfy and still savoring the kiss. I guess I could extract
myself from the pillow prison, but saw no need to. It was warm, and I
felt secure. All of this to preserve my hairdo, I suddenly realized I
was looking forward to more nights like this, maybe a month will not
be enough. A few minutes later I also slipped off into dreamland.
I
woke having to use the bathroom real bad. I debated trying to
extricate myself, but thought it would be more fun if Shelly got me
out. I moaned and wiggled in my pillow prison, finally getting her
attention. I whispered I had to pee, and soon I was pulled out of the
bed. I was trying to get to the bathroom while she was trying to play
lip lock with me. I finally prevailed and was setting like a female
does. There was way too may mirrors in the bathroom, the one that was
in front of me showed an image that was downright comical. My mind
finally engaged and I flooded the toilet. A few more minutes and the
bed would have floated away.
As
I made my way back to the bedroom Shelly was there to help remove my
hair wrap and ease the nightie over my head. I was helped into my
panties for the day, as she made sure they fit properly and were snug
to my body. I just stood there enjoying her ministrations on my
behalf. The dress next, then she went to get dressed herself while I
was expected to wash my face and brush my teeth. Before the dress she
made sure I was doused in her scented powder, now the only thing I
could smell. I sat in a chair in the living room waiting for her,
crossing my legs different ways trying to keep so much skin from
showing. I decided it was hopeless, until I got to my desk and
scooted the chair in, I would be showing most of my upper thigh in
this dress.
At
least, I would have new things to occupy some of my time at work.
Shelly bundled me off to work, a frilly coat over my dress since it
was a little cool outside. The trip didn’t take long, although to
me it seemed like an eternity. Looking at the clock on the dash it
took only twenty minutes. It seemed like an hour or more. Part of the
anxiety is what the girls would say about the hairdo, since I had
kidded Kay so bad when she had to wear the updo to the office, I
expected some in return from her and probably all of the other girls.
Once parked Shelly looked my way, waiting for me to get out of the
car. I swallowed and finally emerged from my side of the car.
Shelly
led me in and right into the middle of the office. She got
everybody’s attention and announced that Kody is now a female as
far as the company is concerned, kidding as in the past is allowed
but anything malicious or hurtful we be dealt with immediately. Now
lets all give her some hugs, a few jibes and then get to work. They
did just that, Kay giving me the biggest hug. I apologized for my
behavior in the past, but she just smiled and told me at lunch we can
compare notes on our hairdos.
Work
took precedent and soon we were all busy on the phones. My third call
was the nemesis that got me into this mess in the first place. I saw
Shelly look my way, apparently she knew who I got and was watching to
see what and how I did. This time when I introduced my self I used a
little higher pitch to my voice and the prefix Miss to my name of
Kody. It turns out it was the same gal that I had talked with last
time, but a different problem. I went over the solution to the
problem, made sure she had straightened it out on her end then asked
if there was anything else I could help her with. There wasn’t, she
thanked me for the help and hung up.
I
let out such a sigh, thanking the gods that managed to get me through
that crisis. Shelly called me over and suggested that I keep using
the female voice and introducing myself as Miss Kody. Before she
could say much more the phones started up again.
At
lunch Kay wanted me to tell her everything about my appointment at
the salon and about my first night sleeping with the updo. We did
compare notes, she was fascinated with the wrap, wishing her stylist
had mentioned something like it to her.
The
afternoon was so so, busy then it slacked off, then busy again. I had
four analysis to do this afternoon, so was busy anytime I got a few
moments. It seemed business was picking up, from the amount of work,
coming my way. Those looks at the customer’s website, meant
possible new business for the company.
The
month passed quickly, each day a repeat of the previous. Shelly
insisted I stay with her, since her kisses were so awesome I agreed
to stay. On the last day of the penance I was summoned into Shelly’s
office and told to sit. She hemmed and hawed trying to find the right
way to tell me what she wanted. I let her stew for a while then
suggested to her that I might go first.
I
am going to stay as a female if I am allowed by the company. Maybe
not sporting an up do every day, but still with a proper feminine
hairstyle. I have an appointment tomorrow morning to gain the figure
needed to fill out my dresses in the proper manner. Of course makeup
and heels.
I
am not sure where I will live, the place I am staying at now is
pretty nice, but I am not sure if I am desired as a future tenant. If
you can give me a reference, that might help make up the landlord’s
mind to keep me. I looked her way but did not see any indication on
her part that she would help. I figured I was not wanted, so got up
and headed to the door. Shelly told me to sit back down and keep my
mouth shut, rather forcibly.
She
fished around in her top desk drawer, pulling something out in a
little black box. Being a former male I had no idea what it might
contain. She came around and grabbed my hand and opened the box,
removing something from it and then sliding it on my ring finger. Oh
gawd, escaped my mouth then I fainted. When I came around, Shelly was
staring at me, telling me she wanted just one word from my mouth and
it better be the right one. I said yes as she asked me to marry her.
The kiss was the best yet, only the incessant ringing of the phones
causing us to stop. I ran to my desk, yelling that I will continue
that kiss as soon as work is over. The rest of the girls giggling
away.
I
did get another week of an updo hairstyle, this time in preparation
for my wedding. Shelly had the ribbons used in the updo made extra
long. Then at our wedding reception she used them to tie my hands
together, less grabby and more to her liking was her words as she led
me by the ribbons to the limo. I stayed that way for the honeymoon
night and most of the next day.
It
indeed was a profound wager that day a few months ago; a different
life, a soul mate and a wonderful boss, what more could a new female
ask for.
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