First a Cousin, then a Sister            by: Janet L. Stickney                 JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

I was real good at hiding my "hobby" from people. I had managed since I was quite young to avoid detection, and now that I was on my own for the first time since high school, I planned to take advantage of my new found freedom. I had been collecting clothes, jewelry, and other things for a long time, and now, as I unpacked them and placed them in my bedroom, I felt a growing awareness that I wanted to do better. With no sisters, just a single cousin, Elaine, I had only my Mother to look at as an example, and she was now in her late 50's, so getting better meant that I would have to experiment on my own and hope for the best.

My name is Jason Keith. I am now 21 years old, 5' 7" tall, 135 pounds. I have brown eyes and sandy brown hair, and I work as a retail clerk management trainee at a local department store. I have a two year old car, and $1200 in the bank. I also have two skirts, three blouses, one pair of shoes, and some jewelry. My furniture is, or can be, termed as "Early Attic". All in all, I had a start, and that was all. I was unpacking my stuff when Elaine stopped by. She and I are just a few months apart in age, with me the elder. She is, by anyone's standards, a knockout. Brown hair cut in a pixie style over a face that had two wide set eyes and a smile that would melt granite, a superb figure, (36-24-36) and legs that didn't seem to quit and she always wore short skirts because of her legs and narrow waist.

"Hi Jason, I thought you might need some help getting unpacked."

"Thanks, but I can handle it."

"Even your girl stuff?"

I was instantly afraid to turn around!

"You can't possibly believe that we didn't know!"

The shocked look on my face must have given me away.

"You didn't! You didn't know that I knew about your liking to dress as a girl!"

I sat on the bed, my ego and pride having suffered a serious wound.

"It's okay Jason. In fact, if you had told me earlier I would have helped you. I've never had one, but always I always wanted a sister."

She sat on the bed next to me and put her arm around me.

"You can still be that sister if you want to you know, all you have to do is ask me."

My desires came face to face with reality right then. I now had an offer to help me achieve my dream, all I had to do was ask Elaine for her help, but my manly ways and fear choking me kept it in my throat.

"It's okay Jason. Let me help you put this stuff away."

In just a few hours we were done, I had made a pot of coffee, and as we sat across from each other, she took my hand and told me she would be back.

"Today is Thursday. On Saturday morning I'll be back and we'll have you all dolled and ready to go out by dinner time!"

She left me there to ponder what she had in mind, and all the next day I could hardly do my job wondering just what she was going to do, so by the time I got home I was a wreck, but an excited wreck! It was hard to sleep that night as my inner vision of myself was about to come face to face with the real reality. I was up and drinking coffee when Elaine came in, toting several large bags. I helped her bring them in, and as she joined me for coffee, she told me what she had planned.

"There is a party tonight, the opening of that new dance place on Beaker. You and I are going, you of course as a girl, my sister, Joyce."

I showed surprise, and she told me it was a good name for me! What she didn't know was that was the name I had chosen for myself!

"After we have a coffee we'll start. You have to agree to do what I say though."

I nodded my head yes. Later, I was standing in my briefs as she smeared a chemical hair remover all over me, rubbing it into every crack and crevice she could find. It was very embarrassing.

"You go in the bath and take those briefs off and do the rest, and I mean all of the rest!"

I had to stand there for 30 minutes while the stuff did its thing, and while I waited, she went into my bedroom.

"Wash everything, shave as close as you can, and don't forget your hair!"

It was disconcerting to watch, but I did, as every bit of hair washed down the drain, leaving me feeling as naked as a newborn. I washed my hair and shaved a close as I could, wrapped a towel around myself, and went to my bedroom where Elaine was waiting.

"Since you and I are about the same size, I brought a few things you can use for now."

She handed me a brand new pair of panties, made of black nylon.

"Put those on, I'll turn around."

She did, and as I pulled them on I felt an electricity like I had never felt before. I "tucked" myself, and told her I was ready. What came next was a waist cincher, also in black, and as I pulled it around myself and fastened the hooks I could feel it pulling my waist even smaller, but when I pulled the zipper closed I felt it constrict even more! She opened a new package of pantyhose which I pulled on, enjoying every inch that they went on.

"Now we can see what we can do with that hair of yours."

I sat on a chair in the bathroom as she used a curling iron and blow dryer on what little hair I did have. I had cut it in a tapered look that was very similar to that worn by many women, and in fact several of the women at work commented on the similarities. Elaine used a clipper to trim the neck a little, and sprayed the whole thing with hairspray.

"That's the best I can do. We'll get a pro to do it right later."

Makeup done right is a real asset, and Elaine was a master at it. I watched in the mirror as she put foundation on me, using two fingers to smooth it out evenly, making my face all one color. Powder, then eyeshadow, in a soft rose and a gray, blended together, a soft brown eyeliner and pencil, and a bit of soft pink blusher.

"Lets get a bra on you."

I took it from her hand and slipped it on, and saw that it was smaller that I usually wore, but as I fastened the front hook I felt it as it pulled my chest into the small cups and the sewn in pushup pads did the rest. I had tits! Not big, but it was all me. Elaine handed me two small foam pads which I pushed in under my breasts making them seem fuller while they also filled out the cups of the bra. The dress she handed me seemed like not much more than a wisp of cloth when I pulled it over my head and settled it over my breasts and she had zipped it up. It was short, a lot shorter than I usually bought! It was a sheath dress in blue with a gold hoop chain belt. She handed me my only pair of shoes, shaking her head.

"These shoes are shot Joyce. We'll take care of that, but for now, put them on."

After that I thought I was ready, but no. She opened her purse and gave me a pair of clip on earrings, a bracelet, and a thin gold chain necklace, and then she gave me a shot of her perfume.

"Put some lipstick on, and we can go."

"Go? "Where are we going Elaine?"

"Why, shopping of course! What else. You need shoes right away, and panties, and at least two bras to start. You certainly need a few dresses and skirts of your own, and of course some jewelry. Here." She handed me a black purse. "Put your wallet in there, then go put some lipstick on."

I stood in front of the mirror and saw myself for the first time. I was almost a clone of Elaine! The family resemblance was definitely strong. We both had short haircuts, and she was wearing almost the same thing I was. I was in heaven as I traced my lips with the soft rose lipstick.

Walking out of that apartment was scary, and I was sure that everyone knew I was a guy in a dress, but as we walked across the parking lot and nobody said anything, I began to relax… not a lot, but a little. By the time we got to the mall I was calm, right up to the point I had to get out of the car.

"Now Joyce, you know this is what you want, so just get out of the car, and let’s have a fun day shopping."

I followed her inside, matching her stride as she walked along looking in store windows. She grabbed my arm and we veered into a shoe store where I tried on several pairs of shoes, buying two pair, wearing the black ones out of the store. From there she took me to the very same department store I worked at! I held back, which she noticed, but, taking my arm, I found myself in the women's department trying on skirts and dresses. I was terrified, but she didn't seem to care. I bought a dress similar to the one I was wearing, a shirtwaist style dress, three skirts, and five blouses. From there we left the store and went to a jewelry store where she insisted that I get my ears pierced. I also bought new earrings, bracelets, and several necklaces. Laden with packages, we went to a makeup store where I actually asked to have my makeup done. By the time the woman was done, I looked even better than that morning, which I thought was impossible! I bought everything she used, and we took a break for lunch. It was eerie to sit there and watch some of the people that I worked with walk by without the faintest sign that they recognized me.

"One last thing, and we can go home and get ready for tonight."

"What could possibly be left!"

"Your hair."

We, her holding my arm and leading me, went into a salon where the girl styled my hair into a better feminine style, yet I would be able to wear it in my male guise. While I was there, Elaine had left, but by the time I was finished, she was back and we went home.

All in all I was glad to be out of the mall, but it was an exhilarating adventure for my very first time out anywhere, and I had pulled it off! It was about 3 in the afternoon, so Elaine went home to get ready, promising to be back to help me by 6. I stood in front of that mirror for a long time, seeing my inner vision come to life. I tried on all of the clothes I had bought, and every one looked great on me! I undressed again, and in my panties and bra, went to the bath and washed off the makeup, and shaved again. By the time Elaine came back, I had tried my hand at doing my makeup twice, and thought that I could do a reasonably good job of it. I was just starting the third session when she came in and saw me.

"Just go ahead Joyce, I'll watch and see how you do."

I had the foundation on and was just starting on my eyes, so I went ahead. First a blue, then a plum over that, and finally a gray. I used a sponge to blend it like the girl had shown me, then I used a deep sable black eyeliner. I managed that okay, and used a black pencil under my eye, following the curve of my eye. The mascara was the hardest, but I managed and my lashes got longer with every stroke of the brush. I used a rose blusher on my cheeks, blending it with the sponge, turned and smiled at Elaine.

"Very nice! You learn quick!"

In my bedroom she sat on the bed as I pulled my new dress over my head. The soft red material hung on me, hugging my curves, flaring at my corset induced waist and hanging about 3" above my knees. I felt naked, but she zipped it up and watched as I took out the studs in my ears and put in gold hoops. The dress had a low round neck and short sleeves, so I needed a bracelet, or a watch, and Elaine handed me a gold trimmed watch. A choker style gold necklace went around my neck, hanging just above the collar of the dress. I put on my other pair of shoes, the red ones. The red patent leather shoes had an ankle strap which I fastened, and stood up. "Before we go any farther, lets do your nails Joyce." We went to the kitchen table and I watched as she filed and trimmed some fake nails, which she then glued on. Two coats of a bright red polish were put on, and we sat there while we waited for the polish to dry.

"If you watch how you sit and walk, your mannerisms, and be demure, nobody will ever guess Joyce, and I'm certainly not going to tell anyone, so relax and enjoy it tonight."

"Easy for you to say Elaine, if a guy wants to dance you can. Me, I'll be on the sidelines watching you, and what happens if some guys hit on us?"

"So what? Let them, and there is no reason you can't dance, drink, or anything else. You look better than most of the girls I know!"

After my nails had dried, I put several rings on, and took my red purse and transferred my stuff from my male wallet into my new female wallet, and put it in the bag along with a brush, a mirror, my lipstick, and some tissue. We stood side by side in the mirror and I saw a clone of Elaine. She was also wearing a red dress, a little shorter than mine and a little lower cut, but other than that we were twins.

We had to walk about three blocks to get to the Beaker Street Place, and after a short wait we were seated at a table. It seemed as if she was right, nobody gave any sign they saw me as a guy in a dress, and we both got a lot of looks from the guys! I started to order a steak, but Elaine stopped me and told me that weight was a girls worst enemy, so I settled for a fish dinner with salad, coffee and no dessert. We were told to stay at our table as they set up the stage, and it ended up that we were pretty close to the dance floor and stage. The band came on and started playing, mostly soft rock, and Elaine and I were asked to dance right away. I started to say no, but she gave me a look, so I took the guys hand and followed him out to the dance floor.

Having never had a man hold me so close was a very scary idea, but as he moved around the floor, I found it easy to follow him and soon relaxed. His name was Bill. We sat down after a few numbers, and Elaine told them that we had to visit the ladies room. I went with her of course since I had never been in a ladies room.

"That guy you’re dancing with has stars in his eyes Joyce! I'll bet he asks if he can take you home!"

"No!" I blurted.

"We'll see. If my guy asks me I might let him, so if your guy does, you might have to let him. Maybe we can set up something for later. We'll see."

Great! My first time out and Elaine was already talking about letting some guy take me home!

As it turned out, her guy did ask her, and she declined, but she told him that she and I would be free the next day for lunch! Bill walked me to the car, his arm firmly around me all the way. I knew that I would have to kiss him, and for some reason, that didn't exactly turn me off. He pulled me to him and kissed me, his tongue probing my mouth as he held me tight, his hand wandering to my bottom! I was breathless when he let me go.

"That was some kiss Joyce! He'll be back that's for sure!"

Why did I know she was right?, and why did I not care? At home, safe in my apartment, I undressed slowly in front of the mirror, savoring how I looked every step of the way. I washed the makeup off and went to bed, sleeping, with thoughts of the day in my mind.

Not wanting to lose any opportunity to be dressed, I got up and took a shower, shaving close again, and did my makeup. This time I just wore foundation and powder with soft brown eyeliner and blusher. I changed panties, put on a new bra, a white one with lace trim, added the small foam pads, and put my pantyhose back on. I decided to wear the shirtwaist dress. It was white with a large print of flowers on it. The belt pulled my waist in just enough, and after I stepped into the white flats, I went to make breakfast. My hair was so easy to do, the girl had cut it so that it barely needed a curling iron, but I let it go until after I ate. It took several tries to master the iron, but I got it, and by the time I was done I looked almost as good as the night before. White button earrings and a gold and white necklace and gold bracelet, a bit of pale rose lipstick and some perfume and I felt I was ready for the day.

It was about noon when Elaine called me and asked if I was dressed, when I said yes, she told me the guys were at her house and they would be right over! These guys weren't wasting any time at all! I opened the door at the first ring of the bell. I had cleaned up the apartment quickly, and as Bill looked around he smiled at me and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Nice place Joyce, you live here alone?"

I looked at Elaine who managed to ignore me. "Yes, I just moved in."

"Shall we go?" said Fred, Elaine's guy, and I grabbed my purse and followed them out to the car.

Bill and I sat in front, so he didn't have much chance to touch me, but I knew he was thinking about it by the way he looked at me. We went to a local family style restaurant, and as we sat down, I saw Elaine's parents sitting at a table across from us! They smiled at Elaine and I, waved, and mouthed hello, but otherwise they stayed put. I was tense again, afraid that they might let my secret out, but Elaine looked at me and shook her head no. Fred and Elaine wanted to be alone, so they dropped Bill and I off at my place, saying that they would be back at 5, and we could eat and go to a show.

It was different, having a guy lust after me, and I knew that I would have to find something to do or he would! I went in the kitchen to make a snack, but he followed me in and put his arms around me from behind, and when I started to protest, he spun me around and kissed me. It was like I was melting. I found myself putting my arms around his neck, and before long, with me facing him, he picked me up and took me to the small couch and put me down. He looked me right in the eye and put his hand on my stomach as he bent over and kissed me again. As I met him, he touched my left breast, which because it was almost all me, sent shivers up my back. He kept fondling me as I wondered just how I was going to get out of this, or if I even wanted to! My mind was flooded with desire to hold him tight, but my male upbringing held me back. I could see that his hardness in his pants, it was right at eye level.

He saw me look at him, and took my hand and put it on his member, still in his pants, and as I closed my hand around it he shuddered. I stroked it a few times as he drew me closer to him. I placed my lips against him and kissed him. It was a first for me, touching another man, but contrary to what I believed before, it was not unpleasant! In fact, I enjoyed it. I had begun, in my heart, to have feelings that I wanted to make him happy, like a woman makes her man happy, and I didn't feel at all ashamed of it. As I saw it, I was Joyce, and Joyce could make her guy happy. Jason didn't have a guy, Joyce did. He unzipped his pants and his manhood sprung out, right in front of me! I was unable to stop as my hand reached out for him. "Kiss it" he said, and I did, then I did something I never thought I would ever do, but it was not unpleasant, and he really enjoyed it. He and I sat next to one another on the couch and watched television, occasionally kissing until Elaine and Fred returned. There must have been some sign but I missed it, because Elaine smiled at me and asked me to join her in the bedroom.

"You were a bad girl weren't you!"

How could I deny it? "I probably didn't do as much as you did Elaine, but then, you can and I can't."

We all enjoyed dinner and the show, but after I was back home I knew it was time for me to become Jason once again.

The next morning I put in the smallest gold studs I had in my ears, sprayed my hair, and brushed it into the male style I needed. At work I went about my business as if there had been no change. I worked in the men's department, but like all trainees I was about to be transferred to another department soon. For that entire week I would work, and go home and put on a pair of panties and a bra, my robe and stay that way until I had to return to work. It was terrible. What I really wanted was to work as Joyce, but that was out of the question, so I did the best I could. Elaine called several times to see how I was doing, but basically we never saw each other for two weeks. Bill called several times and we talked for an hour each time.

On Monday, two weeks later I was transferred to parcels. It was where they shipped out or packaged any item a customer bought and wanted delivered. I even rode with the drivers to get a feel for how they did their job. I was in the back of the store when I discovered a whole shelf of items that for one reason or another had been returned. The dock chief told me they were items that could not be resold for a variety of reasons.

"Well what do they do with them?"

"Pitch them. We do it when ever the area is full. It usually takes a month or so."

I decided to take a look, just to find out what kinds of things could not be resold. I opened a bunch of boxes, usually finding clothes that were torn, had makeup on them, or serious stains. Toasters that were broken and so on. But in one box I found a pair of perfectly formed breastforms! The box had been opened, and right on the box it said that once the seal had been broken they were not to be resold. I took them off the shelf and put them in my desk.

The next day I made sure it was okay, and took them home. They were 36 B's, and had attaching strips on the back that would allow you to affix them to your chest so they would stay there and you could actually go braless. Inside the box were five of the attaching strips for each form. I wanted to try them out, but didn't want to waste the strips, so I just put them in my bra. The weight and the way they pushed on me, gave me the feeling that I actually had breasts! I was thrilled to have the breastforms! The way they were made to simulate the real thing, the weight, and the softness of them made them feel so real to me. The color was so close to my own skin color that after a little fooling around I found a way to hide the seams, making it possible to wear clothes that were even more low cut than before. I was in heaven.

I was called into the store managers office for a meeting, which wasn't all that unusual, but rare for the middle of the week. He usually met with us on Fridays.

"In every department you have worked in we have seen an increase in sales, and your suggestions in parcels will save us almost $300,000 in the next three years. In fact, your work has been exemplary in every category. We want to promote you into your own department, and we feel that you are ready for it, and upper management agrees."

I was stunned by the news since I didn't think I was doing that much, just a few suggestions here and there.

"Mrs. Gottelieb is retiring at the end of the month and we think you are perfectly suited for her job, and we expect that you will do well there as you have everywhere else."

"But.., doesn't she run the women's department sir? I mean, that position has always gone to a woman if what I'm told is true."

"Yes it has been true, but I have a short tape that I want you to watch."

He started the tape machine, and as I watched, a video tape of me, as Joyce, walked around in the women's department, selecting dresses and skirts and so on. I could feel myself sinking into the chair, wanting to disappear.

"That is you isn't it?"

I didn't answer him, I was ashamed at being recognized.

"That is the very reason I selected you to take this job. We are having a lot of trouble in that department. Lost or stolen merchandise, cashiers that can't count or have sticky fingers, styles that are out of date, the wrong color, or size, and worse, a manager that cannot seem to get a handle on it. If it wasn't because she was retiring so soon, I'd be forced to fire Betty. What I propose is that you dress as that young woman and take charge of that department and straighten it out. You can look like a woman on the outside, but I want, and expect, some aggressive, positive changes, and I want them before the fall season."

I didn't have enough words to thank him, but even if I did, I was pretty sure that my tongue in my throat would have stopped me anyway.

"Tomorrow morning I want you in this office at 8, ready to go to work. By the way, what name do you use?"

"Joyce. I use Joyce."

"I'll have a new badge for you in the morning, and my secretary will see to the changes in your files. Now go home and relax, you have a big day tomorrow."

I walked out of that office not sure why, or what had happened exactly, but I did know that I would be working as Joyce starting the next morning! I went home, opened my closet and looked at my pitiful wardrobe, suddenly very aware that I didn't have enough clothes for an entire week, let alone enough to be dressing as a woman every day from now until who knew when. I decided that I would wear the only suit I had. It had a black pleated skirt and a rose colored jacket. I set out everything I would need for the next day, and went to the bath, a bottle of hair remover in my hand. My nails took longer, but I managed, I did them in a soft plum color.

I got up early the next morning and set about starting my wildest fantasy. I shaved as close as possible, washed my hair, and naked, went into my room and started getting dressed. Clean panties to start, then I opened one of the sticky tape packages for the breastforms, and following the instructions, placed the forms on my chest. At my small vanity I did my makeup, using as little as possible, wanting to seem as natural as possible. I used a bit of foundation at the seams of the breastforms, completely hiding any seam. The bra was white with lace trimmed cups that held the new breasts tightly, allowing them to force my own skin to rise above the cups for a natural cleavage. Pantyhose came next, then the skirt. I went back into the bathroom and used the curling iron and blow dryer to recreate my feminine hair style, brushing the bangs over my eyes as I had been shown. The blouse was white, short sleeved, with tuxedo pleats down the front. I left the top button undone, put in my only pair of gold hoop earrings, a small gold necklace, a gold watch, and two rings I had. I stepped into my black heels and stood in front of the mirror, and saw myself. I was nervous, but only on the inside, nothing showed outside but a pretty young woman. Grabbing my black purse, I headed for the car.

Walking into the store at that hour was eerie since most of the lights were off, and my heels clicking on the hard floors seemed to echo my arrival. I walked into the managers office, expecting to be let in right away, but Gail, his secretary took me to a small room and took a picture.

"I'll have your new ID before you leave Joyce, welcome aboard."

She was pleasant, no sign of her hating what I was doing. I knocked once and went in.

"Good morning Joyce! This is Mrs. Gottlieb."

We shook hands and I sat in a chair next to her.

He looked at Betty; "As you know, you will be retiring at the end of the month officially, but in light of your years of service, we have decided to allow you the two weeks left as a recognition of your service as a gift. At noon today, Joyce will be taking over your department."

He let the words hang in the air, waiting for Betty to react. She smiled and looked at me.

"You have a big job ahead of you dear. I have been saddled with every employee nobody else wants. You have a big job ahead of you and I wish you well. If you don't mind, I'll go clean up my desk." She stood up and left us alone.

"I didn't mention money yesterday because I was waiting to see how you looked up close. Now I can see for myself that it looks like you can do this. I'm making you a level 5, which pays about twice what you make now. It also entitles you to a parking space and bonuses. Your employee discount is also higher, 20% off all sales. When Gail is ready she will bring in your files which I want you to read and sign."

Gail brought the documents in, I read and signed them, and was given a pager, cell phone, ID badge, and parking permit.

"You know where your new department is Joyce, good luck."

Betty had her desk cleaned out by the time I got there.

"As the girls come in I'll introduce you, but before we do, I'll review them with you. She had ten girls on a rotating four day shift. Jenny, a high school co-op, Kelly, a long time employee, ready to be advanced, Dana, an older woman, Gretchen, about 30, married with two kids, part time. Lastly, on days, was Denise. She had a record of shoplifting, but had been hired through a state program for convicted women.

"I think its Denise. She has a record after all, and a leopard can't change its spots!"

Betty was emphatic about Denise, but I decided to reserve judgment. I met all of the staff, and after Betty had left, I called them in one at a time, starting with Denise.

"I read your file Denise, and I'm aware of your conviction. As you may have heard, we are having a serious problem here with clothing and money missing."

She immediately became defensive, but I managed to calm her down.

"I want you to tell me what is going on out there on the floor."

She studied me for a while before she answered.

"I'd tell you but if you’re like Betty it'll just go in one ear and out the other!"

"I'm not Betty. If you know something I'm willing to listen and be discrete."

We talked for almost an hour, and I got an earful on each of the girls. The next was Jenny, who barely knew how to count let alone run a cash register. One by one I met with all of them. I passed along my observations, cameras were set up, and in less than a week we caught Kelly in the changing room wearing three outfits under her own clothes. I fired her on the spot and the lawyers did the rest. Jenny was moved to parcels where she didn't have to handle money and our cash flow improved.

I had Thursdays off, so I took my credit card and bought myself a large addition to my wardrobe. I was now very comfortable in my new role as Joyce and thought nothing of it to try on any clothing I wanted. Since I was now head of the women's department, I could now order the tapes I needed for the breastforms, get them quickly, and get 20% off besides! I was in trying on a dress when Elaine walked into the same area. I stepped out of the changing room in a black evening gown when she saw me.

"Joyce!"

I turned and saw her standing there looking at me. I looked down and saw why she was staring. My breasts were almost floating in the cups of the bra and swelling over the tops while the rest of the dress hugged my figure like paint.

"You've changed!"

"Let me change Elaine and we can go have a bite."

I quickly put my jeans and sweater back on, and joined her.

She didn't know about all of the changes in my lifestyle since I had deliberately not told her, wanting to surprise her. Over lunch I filled her in while she sat open mouthed.

"You mean to tell me that you are now Joyce all of the time?"

"That's right, and I have seen Bill once since that first night, but he calls me almost every night."

"I'll be damned!"

I smiled at her and invited her over that night for dinner and gossip. I was still in my jeans, but I wore a pink blouse. I had not yet redone the apartment, but I had started; I had a new couch and chair with matching end tables and lamps. We sat and gossiped until real late, and it was only after she left that I realized that we had talked an awful lot about Bill and I.

At the end of three months as manager of the woman's department, I had found two other girls stealing, or letting their friends steal. I asked Denise if she wanted to be my assistant, a promotion that would entitle her to benefits and more money, and after she had accepted, I set about making a 10 page report about what else needed to be done. I listed everything from cash register placement to color schemes; larger changing rooms to better lighting. I turned it in with a small sketch of the new floor plan, and went home for the weekend. I had been letting my hair grow out, and now it was long enough to be styled into a pageboy style, so I had an appointment for the next morning at a local salon.

I was called to the store managers office, for a meeting with the Chairman of the company. Wearing a simple straight skirt and shaped jacket in a nice mint green, I was admitted to the office.

"Joyce, this is Dan Macon our Chairman." I shook his offered hand and sat down. "I have seen your sketches and report Joyce, and I have to tell you that you have made some statements that the Board views as… dramatic. Tell me why you proposed these changes."

That was a no brainer, and I was surprised that he didn't know the answer already.

"Women do 80% of the shopping, men 20%. More women are working now and their needs are different. They want stylish well made clothes at reasonable prices. By upgrading our clothing lines to the next level of quality we will attract a clientele that has not only the money to spend, we will no longer be in competition with outlet stores or the chain outlets. These women will want larger changing rooms, with triple mirrors and good lighting. Moving the cash register and making it more openly placed also will reduce our losses because the staff will be in the open. I also would like to add that we should have a single person running the cash register. She would be trained in every aspect of that job and should have the authority to make judgments on prices, returns, and so on. We also have only one place to look for a loss."

He sat there while I outlined every other point in my report. "This is excellent work Joyce. Excellent! There is one other thing I have to ask you about." I just knew what it was going to be, and I was right. " Jack tells me that you are actually a man. Is that right?"

"Yes. I am a crossdresser, and came here one Saturday to shop, and he showed me the tape of me in the store when he asked me to take this job. He knew about my dressing up, and told me that he wanted me to take this job, and I agreed. As far as I can see, we both got what we wanted. Your sales have gone up 3 points and losses have been reduced to less than 2% of sales. I think I have done what he asked me to." I was in it now, so I went on. "Is there a problem sir? Has my working as a woman caused any problem?"

"No! Not at all!, and the only reason I asked is to make sure my leg wasn't being pulled. No Joyce, I am not here to criticize you in any way. On the contrary, I am here to tell you that we have agreed to your proposal and to promote you myself. You are now a Level 7. I also want you to supervise these changes yourself. That means that Denise will take over as your replacement while you work with the architects and contractors to make the women's department fit your vision. You will have an office of course, and a secretary, but we do have a time table we expect you to follow. By the way, for your information, we feel it would be better for everyone if you kept dressing as Joyce, and see no reason to change things."

I was more than stunned! A Level 7 made $80,000 a year, had a car, and a lot of perks like stock options. We all shook hands, and when I walked out of the office, Gail, his secretary, showed me to my new office.

I walked around a little and then used the phone to call Denise. I asked her to come to my new office, and told her that she had been promoted to manager, went over the benefits with her, shook her hand, and settled in. In a few hours my secretary showed up. I settled into my new duties, and of course my wardrobe increased. Even thought I had more responsibility, I now had every weekend off, and Elaine and I started going places together, and we grew very close, so close in fact that she had, on a few occasions, changed at my place, stripping naked while I was in the room. She had a magnificent shape, but I began to become envious of her. She had breasts, I didn't. She could sleep with her guy and I could not. The more I thought about that, the more I wanted to be more like her. She had come over, planning to spend the weekend at my place, helping me redecorate, and was in the bedroom changing when she saw me watching her. Seeing a naked woman no longer caused me any problems, so she knew it was something else.

"What's the matter Joyce?"

"I was just wondering how I could end up with a body like yours, that's all."

She kept quiet, and with both of us in jeans and sweaters, we went shopping.

At lunch she mentioned that she had heard that taking female hormones would change my body, and I might want to look into it. I did, that next Monday. I called my doctor, and after an examination and an understanding of my situation, she prescribed them. It took about 6 months, but I began to develop breasts and wider hips, and during this time I began to have my beard removed. I worked with the architects, and all of the contractors, watching as my department was changed to reflect my mental image of a quality department. By the time the project was done I no longer wore the breastforms or fanny pads, and now had a natural figure of my own. Bill wanted me to spend some time with him at his condo up north, but if I went with him, he would discover my deepest secret. Being afraid to lose him that way, I asked Elaine to meet me for lunch. I told her about my fear of discovery, and she really stunned me.

"Oh, I'll bet he already knows Joyce. Why don't you just tell him. Be honest about it. If he cares about you at all he'll understand."

I was really scared when I called him, asking if he could stop by. When I told Elaine that I was going to tell him, she offered to be there, but I said no, because this was between the two of us. I was wearing my best casual outfit when I let him into the apartment.

"Bill, I have something to tell you. It might shock you, and you might even hate me for it, but we can't go on like this."

I drew in a deep breath, and told him.

"I am an anatomical male. I have been living as a woman for a long time now, but I am still a man where it counts. I love you, and really wanted to tell you before, but I was so scared that I just could not do it."

I sat across the room waiting for a response, my eyes wet with tears, knowing that he would just leave. He just sat there and looked at me, which was even scarier!

"Joyce, I've known that for a along time. That's why I never tried to go beyond what you wanted."

I was the one that was stunned now!

"Just how did you know?" I asked.

"Easy. Every now and then you would use mannerisms and act like a man would. Not often, but every now and then it would happen, like when you're mad. And occasionally you had a very slight trace of beard. Nobody would ever see it unless they were very close, which we have been. I didn't say anything because, or maybe despite that, you are still a fun woman to be with, and in every other respect you are as much a woman as any other I have ever met. I thought at first I was gay, but I knew I wasn't, so it had to be you, the woman that attracted me, and the fact that we had a few obstacles to get over seemed minor at the time. Now that we have cleared the air, do you want to go with me on a short vacation?"

I wanted to cry, yell, and jump in his lap, all at the same time, and I did! He held me tight and stroked my hair as I cried on his shoulder. Without a word he carried me to the bedroom and we discovered just how much of a woman I was. I was enough. I think both of us lost our innocence that day, coming to terms with my condition, and overcoming it. He was there the next day when Elaine called me to ask how it went. I told her.

Her parents had seen me that first day in the restaurant, but had never said a word about it and I assumed that they did not recognize me, but they had. After Bill had left, Elaine stopped by and asked me to join her for lunch at her parents home. I was unsure how they would take it, but she assured me that I would be accepted as I was, so I changed into a nice afternoon dress and we drove over. I followed Elaine into the house, and was immediately greeted by my Aunt, Gretchen.

"Joyce! How nice to meet you at last! We have been wondering when you would come over."

I stood there waiting for the other shoe to drop so to speak. That meant her Father. Hank looked at me and smiled, took my hand and pulled me to him, giving me a big hug!

"Come in, both of you. Let’s go in the familyroom."

Once we were seated, Gretchen told me that they had known about me long before they saw me in the restaurant.

"Your Mother also knew Joyce. It was Elaine that decided that it was time to let you discover yourself, and we are so glad that you are so happy now, and Elaine, I'm sure, has told you how much she always wanted a sister, and now she has one!"

I had not expected this kind of response, and I felt tears in my eyes. I reached for a tissue just as she came over and hugged me again.

"We are what we are Joyce and there is no need to be ashamed of it. I understand that you have been promoted at work several times since you started living as a woman, so obviously it doesn't matter to your employer, you're happy, Elaine is happy, and now we want you to become a bigger part of our lives. Can you do that?" I hung on her every word, every syllable.

After my parents died I was alone, very alone, and now, I had a man that loved me, a sister, and a family! I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't speak, and the tears rolled down my face freely as I understood at last that she had said. We had a wonderful afternoon, and my vacation with Bill, well, it was a prelude to our marriage, which took place within the year. Elaine of course was the maid of honor, and Denise was my bridesmaid. I am complete now, something I never envisioned so long ago. I never knew my life would turn out this way, nor did I plan it this way. It just happened, but I knew the moment I was dressed to go out with Elaine that my life had changed, and I'm so glad Elaine was there to help me, every step of the way.

 

 

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