Gifts For Her

by Jennifer White

 

Al Morgan was a very successful salesman. He handled the largest accounts for PFM Industries, Inc. PFM made a wide variety of products, and it was Al's job to get other companies to buy them to resell at their stores. The more they sold, the more Al earned. He was very good at what he did, and earned a very good living at it.

One day, his manager, Elaine Mitchell called him into her office for a meeting. Right on time, as usual, he was there.

"Al, we've got a new account I want you to go after. They are a retail store selling at high-end malls, and they are among the fastest growing retailers. We really need to crack this one, and become one of their primary suppliers, before they get much bigger. If we get locked out of this one, it will mean trouble in the future."

"Sounds promising" said Al. He was used to getting the tough new assignments like this.

"This company is called 'Gifts For Her'. They sell products for women, ranging from some items of clothing, to cosmetics. lingerie, accessories and home decoration. Their target shopper is an upscale woman with time and money to burn. It is the kind of store a man would be very intimidated walking into."

"I see" he said, taking notes.

"I have a call set up with their executive committee on Friday for you. Show up, do your thing, and lock them in. We really need this account if we're going to hit our growth numbers for the quarter."

"I'll bring it in for you" said Al.

He always did.

 

* * *

 

On Friday, at the appointed time, Al showed up at the Gifts For Her corporate office. He was ready to go in, and do his thing. He waited, flirting with the receptionist as he always did, until they came to get him. As he walked past all of the cublices and offices on his way to the executive meeting room, he noticed something very striking: a vast majority of the workers were women. He had never seen so many pretty women working in one office before. He couldn't help but feel excited about covering this account. It had great fringe benefits!

In the meeting room, there were ten women gathered around the large oak table, all dressed impeccably in business suits. Some had skirts, others pants. But to a woman, they were all dressed sharply, with beautiful makeup, gorgeous hair, and it was thrilling for him to be among so many beautiful women at once.

"Hello, I am Cheri Tremonti" said the tall thin blonde sitting at the head of the table. "I am the owner and founder of Gifts For Her."

"Al Morgan from PFM, nice to meet you" he replied, handing over a business card, and giving her a firm handshake. Her hand felt so soft. He could smell her perfume. If he wasn't trying to form a business arrangement with her, he would have made a pass, right then and there, and tried to get her home to sleep with him.

"This is my executive committee" said Elaine, interrupting Al's fantasy. "Let me introduce you."

Normally, Al was great with names, but as she named off one woman after the other, it was like a blur to him. And so as he addressed their questions, time and time again he stumbled with the names, which wasn't like him at all. It was plain to see that they were getting impatient with him, but what else could he do?

And now that he was uncomfortable, he grew nervous. His usual assured manner gave way, and he made several mistakes during his pitch, skipping key points, or not listening to the women's questions. When it was over, he felt terrible, and he was glad to get out of there. This had been one of the worst meetings he ever had in his life.

 

* * *

 

On Tuesday the next week, after returning to the office from lunch, Elaine called Al into her office.

"Please close the door" she said.

Uh-oh. That wasn't good. She didn't do that normally.

"Please sit down Al."

"What's up?" he said.

"This morning, I made a call out at Gifts For Her. It was a very productive meeting, and they are eager to buy our products for their stores."

"That's wonderful!" said Al. "I didn't think that they were very interested, based on my meeting with them."

"Al, it wasn't the products that were the problem when you met them. It was *you*."

"I'm sorry Elaine, but things just didn't go well for whatever reason."

"They don't think you understand them, or their business. They think that you were trying to flirt, and get them to date you, instead of to buy a product from you."

"No!" said Al defensively.

"Al, my manager has set the quota I've got to make. The only way *I* can do that, is if *you* close this deal."

"But how can I sell to them if they won't buy from me?"

"I've convinced them to give you a second chance, and they agreed. You will call on them again on Friday. But when you do call on them, things will be different. I told them when you return, you would understand *them*. You would understand their sales model. You would understand their stores. You would understand their culture."

"Okay" said Al. "And how I am going to convince them of that?"

"When you return to them on Friday, it won't be as Al. It will be as Alice."

 

 

The words hung in the air. Al wasn't sure he had heard them correctly.

"Alice?" he said.

"Yes."

"Um, don't we have any saleswomen you can send?"

"No. They have their own accounts. This one is yours."

"So you're going to turn me into Alice so I can close a sale? I'm not going to go that far! I'll just find another job. I'd rather quit than do that!"

"May I remind you that you signed an exclusive agreement with us, and a no-compete clause. If you leave here, you won't work in this industry again. Not for another 2 years, until your agreement runs out. I guess you could go sell used cars or something."

Al knew she was right. He *had* signed the agreement. This was such a sweet job, he never thought it would be a problem of any kind. But now he was trapped. Either he had to do what she wanted, or he'd have to find work doing something outside of his main skills. Like selling used cars. That didn't sound very appealing. And where else was he going to earn this kind of money?

"Okay" he said, "but do you really think this would work? I mean, what's the chances that they would really buy from us, if I pretend to be a woman?"

"That attitude will lose the sale for us. You're not going to *pretend* to be a woman. You are going to *be* a woman for them. You have to believe in what you're doing, or it won't work."

"Okay, but anyway, how in the world are we going to pull that off?"

Elaine smiled. She pushed a button on the intercom.

"Girls?" she said into the speaker, "Alice is ready to see you."

Al looked at the door, and felt a little faint, as he saw four of the girls from the office parade in. They all moved with feminine grace and ease. First was Lidia, a tall thin blonde. She was wearing a flowing skirt, and intimidating looking heels. She sat down next to Al, and he immediately felt flushed. Elaine had obviously already told these women about what was going on. She *knew*. He could see it in her eyes, and the smug expression on her face.

Next was Salina, a redhead. She was short, but she had 'big hair' and was very pretty. Next came Chelsi, who was wearing a blue pinstriped jacket and matching pants. She looked really sharp, and businesslike. She tossed her long blonde hair as she sat down.

Last to enter the room was Abbigail, who had short dark hair. But she had other "assets". Or in other words, every man in the office always like to get a peek at her legs, and of course her more than generous endowment on her chest. It was hard not to stare.

"Girls, this is Alice. You have two days to fully train her. When she returns to the office, she is to look like one of you, talk like one of you, act like one of you, and think like one of you. You are to make her become a beautiful woman. Get started. Now."

 

Before he knew what was going on, Al was whisked out of the office, taken to Lidia's minivan, and driven across town to her house. As they rode, the girls informed him of what they were going to do.

"Elaine chose us each, because of special skills we each have" said Salina. "I used to be a beautician for example. I did makeup and nails for years before I left the salon. So I will be working on your face."

"When I was in college, I used to cut hair on the side for extra money" said Chelsi. "I will be consulting on your hair, your clothes, and your accessories."

"I took ballet for seven years" said Lidia as she drove the minivan around the corner, onto her street. "I'll be teaching you movement, posture, poise and grace."

"What about you Chelsi?" asked Al.

"Well" she replied, "I have many talents, as you will find out."

She giggled, which started the other girls giggling, as the car pulled into the attached garage. Al followed them into the house. The first thing they wanted to do was to open up a bottle of wine. That didn't seem too bad of an idea at this point, as Al contemplated what was about to happen. He drank down three glasses as the girls all chatted with him.

 

But now it was time to get down to business. Chelsi had a checklist, and now it was time to start Al's transformation into Alice.

"Before we can turn you into a woman" she said, "we need to get a few ground rules straight."

"Okay" said Al, with an audible tremble in his voice now.

"First of all, under no circumstances are you to even think that any of us would have anything to do with you sexually. We are here to teach you, not to f*ck you. We will be in very close contact. If you even think of touching one of our boobs, kissing, fondling, or anything like that, you won't be very happy with the consequences. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Al. "No touching."

"No *anything* said Abbigail.

The other girls all nodded in agreement.

"Next, you are to obey all of use at all times. We will be making you do things that you won't want to do, but we don't have time to argue with you. If I tell you to shave your legs, just go and do it. If you insist on trying to resist us, then we won't have time, and you will fail. There are only two days of time, to try and cram in your entire girlhood. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Al, but there was little enthusiasm in his voice.

"Good" replied Chelsi. "Next, we realize that we are stripping you of your precious manhood. We know that it won't be easy for you. But for all of our sakes, please, please don't act macho! You need to lose that macho attitude *now*. You need to understand that in our eyes, you are already a girl. We look at you as one of *us*. Any macho crap from you, and we'll toss you out on the street. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Al, sounding defeated.

"So in summary" said Salina, "You are a woman. You are a girl to us now. You will be completely obedient, to us. And if you show any hint of being a man, any machismo or make any move on us, then you are toast. Got it?"

"Yes Ma'am!" said Al.

"Good. Now lets get started" said Abbigail.

She walked up to him, and handed him a pink shaver.

"Why Alice, you have way too much hair for a pretty girl. You go up to the shower this instant and shave yourself. When you report to the bedroom, I don't want to see one hair on your body anywhere. Now get going!"

Al was marched up the stairs towards the shower, pink shaver in hand.

 

The next few hours were pure torture for any man to endure. Al was pampered, preened, powdered, plucked, perfumed, pantied, padded, put in pantyhose, and quite a bit more. They glued breast forms onto his chest, and put a bra on to support them. The panties he wore were padded in the rear and in the hips. Along with the very tight girdle he was in, it made it seem like he had curves.

A wig of long red hair had been attached to his head. Long fake nails were on his fingers. He was dressed up in a blue business suit. But unlike the one Chelsi had on, Al's suit had a skirt instead of pants. With the dark nylons tightly encasing his legs and the pointy high heel shoes on his feet, he felt really intimidated when he looked down at himself!

Now he was seated at a chair in the kitchen, and all four of the women were working on him. His nails were being painted a bright pink color. His hair was being done up just right. Makeup was being put on his face. Earrings were clipped onto his ear lobes.

All around him everywhere was femininity. Boobs brushed against him. Soft hands touched him. Long hair dangled down into his face. Perfume was everywhere. But he wasn't allowed to get excited by it all. He had to just sit there, and *let* them do all these terrible things to him. What a terrible thing for a man to have to endure!

 

When at last they were done, they took him to the mirror. Al was shocked at just how much they had transformed him. With all the makeup, all the hair, the 'boobs', the plucked eyebrows, the outfit and the shoes, he looked *so* much like a woman! It seemed impossible, but it was true.

But the girls were far from done. They were just getting started.

"First," said Lidia, "we will teach you the proper posture for a woman. Then we will work on your walk, how to stand, and how to sit. And while you're doing that, Chelsi will work on your voice, so that you *sound* like a woman when you talk. Ladies, lets get to work."

 

* * *

 

Al was exhausted. His feet ached. Over a 24 hour period, he had been drilled over and over on so many new things, that his head hurt. It was worse than the drill sergeant in the army when he went there before going to college. At least the army fed you something substantial, and you were building up muscle and discipline, not a feminine persona!

He was sitting like the ladies, his legs crossed like they had taught him, sipping tea from a china cup, using the proper dainty manners he had been taught. They had been acting as if he really *was* one of them, and it was a very difficult thing to cope with! He thought the worst must be over by now, but he was very wrong.

 

"Alice, you are adjusting wonderfully" said Chelsi. "However, there is one very important thing which you need to work on for your meeting tomorrow."

"What's that, Chelsi?" asked Al, using his best feminine voice.

"So far, you've only had a chance to be with the four of us. It's time for you to go out in public."

"In public?" said Al shyly. He didn't really want for people to see him like that!

"Yes dear" she replied. "Remember, you are not allowed to argue with us. You need to feel comfortable being Alice in public, because you will be going out tomorrow to see your customer."

"Plus," added Abbigail, "how else are you going to learn first hand all about Gifts For Her? You're going there to shop with us my dear."

"Yes" said Salina. "You need a purse, and you need all sorts of accessories."

"Once you've shopped there, you'll really understand their business" said Lidia. "And then you'll do great tomorrow when you meet with them."

Al couldn't argue with that. He did need to learn about GFH if he was to be a success there. He *had* to go with them. He stood up, and took everyone's saucer and teacup to the kitchen, where he helped Lidia wash them. Then he followed the others out the door, into the garage, where they loaded up into the minivan. He walked carefully, using the small tight steps that he had been taught, swinging his hips as he went.

They rode to the mall and found a parking space near the department store at the east end. Al walked in with them, feeling extremely weak and vulnerable in his attire. He wanted to get the business at the mall done, and like a typical man, he wanted to just walk past all of the fabulous displays in the store, and get right to GFH. But the women would have none of that.

"Oh, look theres a sale at Clinique!" said Salina.

"Isn't this top cute?" said Abbigail. "I wonder if they have it in red?"

"I'm just going to look at these skirts for a moment" said Lidia, digging through the sale rack.

Now Al was standing there alone, his escorts all absorbed by their shopping. He suddenly realized that with them, there was less chance of getting recognized as being a man. And standing there by himself, he *really* stood out. He felt that he had no choice. He went over to one of the clothing racks, and started browsing through the clothes, so he'd look like any other woman in a department store.

It seemed like forever that he was shopping. He just wanted to get out of there! But the others seemed so happy and contented, even if they weren't really going to buy anything. It was at that moment that Al had a revelation: ladies *liked* to shop. Even if it was just looking through things with no intention of buying, this was something they really loved to do.

For a man, shopping is just a chore, something you have to do. You know what you need, so you go into the store, you get it, and you leave. But as a woman, everything is different.

"You know," said Chelsi, who had seen what Al was doing and wanted to instruct him further, "when I shop, sometimes I'm just looking at what the current fashion is, so I can think of the outfits I can put together from the clothes I have in my closet. I never get rid of anything. Everything that goes out of fashion comes back eventually. Well, maybe not some of those things from the seventies!"

Al managed a chuckle, thinking of some of the hideous things people had worn back then. He liked it a lot better how the women dressed now!

"And so you see," added Chelsi, "as a woman, you're not necessarily shopping to *buy* something. You might be just looking. This is *fun* for us, even if we go home empty handed."

 

It took half an hour more for all the girls to complete their shopping and check out (for those who did find something they wanted), before they ventured further into the mall. Finally, they reached their destination: Gifts For Her.

Even in the doorway, Al could detect a definite aroma which could only mean one thing: scented candles. There were aromatherapy sets by the door, as well as a large display with assorted candles. But as he walked on in, he was surprised at the wide variety of products sold, as well as the number of women browsing and shopping there.

First they looked at bags. There were so many kinds! Al didn't know how a tote bag differed from a "beach tote", or why you'd want a change purse inside your handbag. But the girls were glad to explain it all to him. They helped him pick out a darling little green Brighton change purse and a Burberry handbag for himself. Then they went to look over the jewelry.

"Do you notice how they have those wide brim floppy hats next to the beach totes?" said Chelsi. "That's how they up-sell you. You go to buy one thing, and they convince you that you need something else. In this case, a matching hat for the beach."

There were of course earrings, charm bracelets and necklaces. Salina selected a butterfly pin for Al, while Salina looked for a brooch for herself.

"Pick out a bracelet for yourself" said Abbigail. "I want to see how your fashion sense is coming along."

"Plus, if you show up to the meeting wearing things from this store, they'll be very impressed with you" said Chelsi.

Al nodded. They were correct again. He looked through all of the bracelets, trying to pick just one.

 

At the next counter, there were watches and sunglasses. Of course, you 'needed' a special bag for the sunglasses too. Then there was a table with various gloves, scarves and wraps.

"The most important thing to remember," said Abbigail, "is this: women love having all of the things that are sold here. We'd all really like to buy out the whole store! But so many of the items are frivolous things which we'd never buy for ourselves, or only rarely when we splurge one something."

"Yes" added Lidia. "But now look at the concept of a gift: if you've got a shower or a birthday party for a girlfriend, then you're going to give her something that you'd like for yourself. And where better to do that then here? They've got so much, but it's hard to justify it for yourself in your mind. But for someone else?"

"And then when it's *her* turn to buy you a gift, where is she going to go to return the favor?" asked Abbigail. "Right back here! So you see, it's a self-sustaining cycle. You end up with something you *want* for yourself, but don't need. All you have to do is buy something for a girlfriend, and if they are indeed a true friend, they'll return the favor for you."

"And that's why this shop is so hot" said Chelsi. "They know how to advertise. They know how to reach women, and convince them to shop here once. And after that......"

"What do they do?" asked Al.

"Well, for example, on their web site you register with your birthday and other special days. Then you pick which gifts you want. So if I'm shopping for a friend, I just punch in her name over there at the kiosk, and I get her wish list! And they can send you reminder emails for all your friends and relative's birthdays."

"I see" said Al, the wheels in his head spinning. GFH really did have a great marketing concept. No wonder they were growing in leaps and bounds! He had a *much* better understanding of them now!

 

Laden wish shopping bags, the four women and Al left the mall for the minivan. They drove to a little cafe, and ate lunch outdoors under the sun. They talked and talked, about everything going on in their lives. Al realized that if he was to pass for a woman, he was going to have to talk like they did, so he joined right in with them.

And then it was back to the house for more work.

"You're going to have to put your own makeup" said Salina. "You might have to fix it up during the day. And I'm not going to be able to get you ready every time you know. I'm not your mommy. You're a big girl now, and it is time you learned for yourself."

And so now a whole new round of drill went on, as Al practiced putting on makeup, first of the four women, and then on himself. And there was much work to be done for reinforcing his earlier lessons. It would be a late night for Al!

 

* * *

 

There stood Al, about to walk into the headquarters building for GFH again. But this time, things were different. He was dressed up as a woman. From head to toe, from earrings to pumps, from long hair and makeup to nylons and skirt, he looked like a woman. He carried a handbag along with a woman's briefcase (which Salina had given him). He looked at the long painted fingernails on his trembling hand as he pushed the door open and walked in using the feminine gait that he had been drilled on over and over until it became almost second nature.

"I'm here to see Cheri Tremonti" said Al.

"Who shall I say is calling?"

"Alice Morgan" he replied, handing over a freshly printed card that Elaine had overnighted to his house.

"Just one moment Ms. Morgan" said the receptionist. "Why don't you have a seat over there while you wait. Can I get you a cup of tea?"

"I can see you're very busy" said Al. "I can get it myself."

"That's so kind of you" she replied. "It's right over there. Would you mind bringing one for me as well, while you're up?"

"No problem" said Al.

 

The girls had told him something important that he was to do when he visited GFH as Alice: he was to act as if he was the lowest woman on the foodchain. Women like the receptionist weren't there to serve him; he was there to serve *them*. It was just a little things attitude-wise, but it would pay off in the end they assured him.

He carried a cup of tea for himself in a white Styrofoam cup, and one for the receptionist.

"Thank you Ms. Morgan" she said.

"You can just call me Alice" replied Al, cringing that he had just said that. But it was somehow better than being called 'Ms.'!

 

After a few minutes, the receptionist told him that Cheri was ready to see him. A woman from upstairs came in to escort Al back to the meeting room. He again walked down the long aisle of cubicles, but this time in heels. He again saw all of the women hard at work. But now he had a new appreciation for them, and all they had to go through every day to prepare for work. There was certainly a lot more to do as a woman than to just put on a shirt and slacks!

Al was led into the conference room, where the same group as he had seen last time was gathered, waiting for him.

"I see there have been a few changes since our last meeting" said Cheri.

"Changes for the better" added the woman sitting across from him.

Al felt extremely uncomfortable at that moment. They all *knew* that he was really a man, and that he was all dressed up as a woman, for their sake. He could tell that all eyes were on him, as they scoped him out in detail.

"I see you've been shopping at our store" said Cheri. "Impressive."

"No, I'm the one who was impressed" said Al. "Your stores are really something special. No wonder you've got such a phenomenal growth rate."

All of the women at the table smiled. He understood them now. And that meant, they could really get down to business this time. There would be no flirting with them, now that he in a skirt. Now he was Alice. He was a sales*woman*.

 

And this time, the meeting went wonderfully. So well in fact, that when all was over Cheri took him aside.

"I'm going to fast-track your proposal. I'm really impressed with your knowledge of our business, and how your company's products can fill holes in our catalog. We need to have some meetings in private, and I'll call you back very soon. I just wanted to tell you Alice, that you were very good today. Much better than that *man* they sent last time. Tell your boss that we're not interested in your products if *he* returns. I insist that we work with *you* Alice."

"Sure thing" said Al. "Thanks for the opportunity to work with you."

 

* * *

 

The next day, Al was back in the office, dressed up as a man again. He reported what had happened to his boss Elaine, who was thrilled at the results.

"See, I knew sending *Alice* would have the right effect" she said.

"I hate to admit it, but it *is* true. They really did respond differently at yesterday's meeting" said Al. "Cheri even asked me to tell you not to send Al anymore; they prefer working with Alice."

"Consider it done!" said Elaine, smiling broadly. "Now lets go over the numbers, to make sure everything is in order."

Al sat down next to her, so they could go over the spreadsheet. He didn't realize that he had crossed his legs like a woman, and he was sitting with the feminine posture that he had been taught.

 

* * *

 

After nailing down the last detail of the proposed pricing, Al put the formal document together for the proposal, and ran it through quality assurance. Cheri's secretary had called Elaine, and asked if Alice could come by with it on Friday morning.

And so very early on Friday, well before the sun was up, Al found himself in the shower, shaving the stubble from his legs, ready to begin his transformation into Alice again.

He had bought a second business suit for this call, so that he wasn't always wearing the same outfit, which the girls assured him was a definite no-no. This one was gray, and it had pants. But that was of little comfort to them, since they were women's pants, and were just as intimidating to wear as a skirt had been. There was no room in the crotch, the legs flared out at the bottom, and they went up a lot higher than men's pants did. And of course, he needed different shoes to go with this suit as well. This sales call really cost him some money, with the prices they charged women for their attire!

 

Al went through the entire proposal for Cheri and her staff, and again they were very impressed at how well Al understood their business. He pointed out which of the products he sold would match up with their existing products, so they could 'upset' to people, like the wide brim hat with the beach tote. He showed them how it could be a win for both companies if they were to buy from him.

"Thanks for such an impressive presentation Alice. You've really done your homework" said Cheri. "We'll go over the numbers, and give you our answer soon."

"Thanks so much" said Al, thrilled that things were lining up well for the sale. This could be huge, and he could really use the commission from such a big sale!

 

He walked back out to this car, took a deep breath, and got ready to drive home so he could get back into his man-clothes. But just as he pulled out of the parking lot onto highway 24, his cell phone rang.

"Hello?" said Al.

"Hi, it's Elaine. How did it go?"

"Really well! I think we're the front-runner. They'll get back with us in a few days."

"Good work" said Elaine. "I'd love to give you the rest of the day off today, but something important just came up, and you're going to have to handle it."

"Sure, no problem. What do you need?" said Al, pulling over into a parking lot so he could get out pen and paper to write down notes.

"It's Ampicano Industries" said Elaine. "They just got their renewal contract, and they're mad about the warrantee pricing policy. You needed to get over there ASAP and meet with them to smooth it out. We were counting on that revenue this month, and we can't let it slip."

"What can I do for them?" asked Al. "How much room to negotiate?"

"Tell them we'll use last year's policy, or give them another point off if they prefer."

"Got it boss. I'll be right there" said Al.

He pulled the car out onto the highway again, thinking about how he would approach the negotiations with Ampicano Industries. But as he drove down the highway, it suddenly hit him: he needed to be there ASAP. But he was dressed up as Alice! There was no time to go home and change. He got out his cell phone, and rang up Elaine again.

"Boss, there's a small problem" he told her.

"What's the matter?" she said.

"Um, today I'm Alice. I can't go in there like this!"

"I understand" said Elaine, "but you don't have a choice. This has to be done *now*. I just called them and told them to expect Alice as our representative today. They're waiting for you. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to do this."

Al had no choice. He *had* to go call on another customer as Alice. He was filled with a terrible fear and loathing of the task ahead. Ampicano was a different from GFH; they were run mostly by men. It was with great trepidation that he walked through the glass doors and to the reception area.

He was escorted to a meeting room, filled with the men who ran the company.

"Who are you? Where's Al?" demanded Jason Feit, the executive who Al normally dealt with.

"I am Alice" said Al. "He is unavailable for today, so I'm here instead."

"We'd rather deal with Al. He knows his product."

"I'm every bit as good as he is" said Al defensively. It *was* true after all!

"Typical attitude for a woman" snorted Jason under his breath, but loud enough for Al and the others to hear it. There was much snickering among the men in the meeting room.

"Lets get down to business, shall we?" said Al. "Now lets start by looking at your returns for the last fiscal year...."

 

* * *

 

Three hours later, Al walked out of Ampicano Industries with a signed renewal contract. In fact, he had done so well that he *didn't* end up having to make any pricing concessions. They signed the deal that he had proposed just a few weeks ago, and now they liked it!

Al's phone rang.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hi, it's Elaine again" said his boss. "I just got the FAX from Ampicano. You did it! They signed the deal!"

"I'm very happy about it too" said Al.

"But Al, they have asked me something I need to pass on to you."

"What's that boss?" he said.

"They told me not to send Al anymore. They said that they like dealing with Alice so much better, that in the future, they only want *her* to call on them."

"What?" said Al. "But I'm *her*. I mean, I'm *me*, too!"

"I don't care. As long as Alice is what the customer wants, then that's what they customer will get. They want Alice, so you will be Alice when call on them. Is that clear?"

"Yes boss" said Al, feeling deflated. Now he had *two* accounts that insisted that he show up as a woman. This was not a good trend.

 

* * *

 

Over the next few months, Al become distressed as Elaine seemed to find one excuse after another to have him call on one of his customers when he was dressed up as Alice. And every single time, when he called on them 'as her', they would like Alice so much better than Al, that they would request that *she* be the representative to call on them in the future.

At first, it had been one day a week. Then two. Now it was up to four days a week that Al was going to work as a woman. When the office girls told him that they were having a big lunch to celebrate Elaine's birthday, and they invited him to come, he's wasn't too surprised when they insisted that he come as Alice.

"Its just going to be us girls" said Chelsi. "No boys allowed."

 

And so for the fifth straight work day, Al came into the office as Alice. By now, it wasn't a shock to him that in the morning, Elaine happened to have brought in a few customers for meetings. And now *they* got to see him as Alice too. He sighed, resigned to the fact that she seemed determined to turn all of his accounts into "Alice's" accounts.

But he couldn't complain about 'her' results. Alice was selling way more than he ever did as Al. The orders kept rolling in. Gifts For Her had just asked for an addendum on their contract, to increase the size of their purchase for the year. It was only July, and Al had filled his entire quota for the year already. Now his bonus checks would be huge.

 

"I have a suggestion for what to do with your big bonus check" said Elaine.

"What's that?" asked Al.

"Implants. You'd look a lot more realistic as a woman if you had *real* breasts."

"I don't know" said Al angrily. "Dressing up is one thing, but now you're asking me to change my body!"

"Just hear me out" said Elaine. "You know how you had such a positive impact at Gifts For Her once you really understood them and their products? Well you're getting a new account. Another company that sells exclusively to women. They are one of the largest retailers of bras and intimate apparel in the country. We want them to sell our products too, but they will need some convincing."

"And so...." said Al, trying to get to the point.

"And so, if you were to walk in wearing their cleavage enhancing bra, you'd do a lot better than if you walk in wearing a cheap bra and fake boobs. I'm trying to help you win the business Alice. That's all."

"Why are you doing all this to me?" said Al. "You're trying to turn me into a woman!"

"Now Alice, what is my job?"

"To maximize the success of the sales force" he shot back.

"And that is just what I am doing. Look at your results my dear! I've turned you into a nationwide best seller for our industry! Yes, you're dressing like a woman, but clothes don't make you a woman. Implants won't either. Being a woman is something inside you. Something that has been within you all along."

"No...." said Al.

"If it wasn't then when I first tried to dress you up, you would have found a way out. You would have quit. You would have walked away. But no, you were willing to do it. Why? Because inside, you already *are* a woman."

"Oh please, no!" said Al, now in tears.

"It's true my dear Alice" said Elaine, handing over a tissue. "Once you get implants, you'll feel much better about yourself. Then one day, you can complete your journey by getting the operation. You'll be much happier, once you've got a feminine body to match your feminine mind."

Al wiped his eyes, and blew his nose.

"Here's a card from a plastic surgeon who is really good. I've set up an appointment for you this afternoon. Once you've had your boob job, you'll be much happier."

Al stared at the card in his hand. If he went through with this, it would mean becoming Alice full time. Once he had big boobs on his chest, he could never pass as a man again. This wasn't a task for work; this was a life-changing permanent decision.

But it would mean getting an edge on the sale to the new customer. Al's mind whirled. If he had boobs, he could wear v-neck sweaters like the other girls did. He could wear almost anything, instead of always having to keep his chest fully covered. There were so many more options available to him that way! It seemed so tempting, to be able to dress like the other girls did. He was so confused, he didn't know what to do.

"I need to think about this" he said, heading back to his desk.

 

* * *

 

"So Cheri, what do you think?" said Elaine, as she sipped her glass of wine.

"You pulled it off! You win the bet my dear. You turned him into a woman. *I* will pay for dinner."

"Ha! I knew I'd win!" replied Elaine.

"At the last meeting, it looked like he has real boobs now."

"He got implants a few weeks ago. I put him on an account that sells bras, and told him having boobs would help him better sell to them!"

"Why you little trouble maker!" laughed Cheri. "But tell me something. No man would willingly get implants, let alone dress up as a woman. How did you get him to do it?"

"Oh, it took a little arm twisting. That and a supply of estrogen that I had my secretary slip into his coffee every day. You see, with all the female hormones going through his brain, he became quite a bit more passive. That made him easy to control. Then bit by bit, I forced him down a path where he *had* to become a woman. But he's very happy. He's never sold so much product before. He really is better off as Alice."

"You mean *she*!" said Cheri mischievously.

"Yes. She." replied Elaine.

The two women clinked glasses, and took sips of the crimson red wine.

 

"What is our next project?" said Elaine. "Someone on your side."

"My nephew" said Cheri with a smile on her face. "He's going to spend the summer with me."

"Then we have a bet" replied Elaine. "If you can turn him into a girl by the end of the summer, then you win."

"Deal!" said Cheri. "He doesn't know it yet, but I'm going to turn him into a girl. This is going to be fun!"

"I'll drink to that!"

 

The End

  

  

  

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