The Imposter

by: Kimber Frey

 

I’m not really sure where this story really starts. About six months ago when I started to take vitamin B capsules that I acquired from a friend of my wife? Or perhaps it starts it starts much earlier than that, when I was around seven and tried on my mother’s underwear for the first time. I did it that one time only, not even knowing why I did it and I was petrified getting caught. It did not ever happen again, that is, until quite recently.

Let me start by establishing some facts. My name is Daniel, I’m 29 and married to a wonderful woman, Marie. Up until recently I worked for a small business, doing mostly office work, ordering, invoicing, payroll, and things like that. Being somewhat a ‘natural’ on the computer I have developed most of the software the company used, utilizing the various tools in MS Office, mostly Access and Visual Basic.

About a year ago my wife went into business together with her best friend Yvette. Through some connections of Yvette’s they acquired a small shop downtown, just a few hundred feet from the main shopping district. It really was a bargain, but, the former owners were old and wanted to retire. They also seemed to like my wife and Yvette and so, they got if at a really good price.

Since neither Marie nor Yvette knew anything about accounting it came upon me to handle this part. Which really wasn’t a big deal, I could use most of my current software with some minor adjustments and I could easily manage to run the company from our home office after regular hours.

The first two months there wasn’t much activity, we spent most of the time redecorating the store, buying new product lines and work on marketing. To my surprise, I must admit, the customers seem to like both our products and our service and thus, the revenue grew and so did the business and the work that it generated on my part. Oh, that’s true; I forgot to mention what kind of business it was. We were selling cosmetics, accessories and lingerie. Not the most expensive brands, but still very good products.

It was about this time that Richard, owner of Warner Imports which was one of our major suppliers in accessories, things like ear rings, bracelets and other ‘nick-nack’ asked me if the accounting system I was using would work for his business as well. Seeing an opportunity to make a few extra dollars I gladly set him up and started to tutor his fiancée Louise, on how to run the system. I spent a few evenings a week at their office setting it all up and get them up and running. Louise really picked up fast, having a sold accountant background and soon I only heard from her every now and then when she needed some adjustments made to the software.

 

Now, the period just after we acquired the business was as I have mentioned quite busy. It was during one of my mother’s monthly visits that she pointed out that I did seem to look rather pale and asked me, like I was still her little child, if I got enough vitamins.

"Well you do seem to need take care of yourself. My doctor prescribed me some good vitamin B just a while ago and I have got more than enough to go around."

She handed me a not so small supply, maybe around 75 capsules, neatly packed in a paper tissue. Being the good son I am, I promised her to take one every day.

Really, they did seem to work. I did feel more energized although they sometimes also seemed to make me a bit nauseous. Still, I continued to take them and didn’t think much more about it.

 

Then about six months ago the problems started. First Richards’s fiancée, Louise left. Literally, one day she was just gone. She had packed a few clothes in a suitcase, put the keys to the office and their house on the kitchen table and left. No note, no message, just gone. A few days after that Yvette got a phone call, from Singapore! It was Louise and she was in trouble.

In short it boiled down to this; short before she met Richard she had been dating a guy from Colombia. This guy had some type of manufacturing business there, not quite specified what products they did manufacture. At any rate he had asked her to come back, promising just about everything except the moon and she had taken the bait. With the help of a forged passport she had in no time established herself as his wife since 5 years and moved into an absolutely fantastic mansion. Of course it was too good to be true and so, the day before she called Yvette, security forces had raided their home. Her husband had proved to be one of the drug traffickers in the region. Not by far the biggest one, but big enough to end up in jail. Along with his beautiful wife. So there she was, extremely regretful and begging for help.

Normally Yvette and Marie would have done just about anything to help out, but after giving just a thought they realized that our growing business could very well take a hit from such a revelation, being a wife and personal friend of one of our major suppliers. That and also the fact of how she walked out of Richard. Not even a note. Yvette listened to what she had to say and then hung up.

Richard was not too upset with the fact that his former fiancée now was in the custody by the Colombian government, and under a false name! What did worry him was the fact that he didn’t have a clue on how to run the accounting part of his company.

Well again, being the nice guy that I am I volunteered to help. This time however it meant more than a few evenings every week, it soon became a full time job, maintaining both my employers, his and my wife’s company. It really wasn’t a had decision to make, the money I could make from ‘being my own’ was the same or even slightly better. It was with faith in the future I handed in my resignation.

 

I really did love working on my own, setting my own hours even though it often became long days. Since Richard by far had the bigger office facilities I simply moved the accounting part our business to his office. Having access to both high speed copier, fax and air condition didn’t make the decision any harder either! The only thing that bothered me during this period was that, well it did seem like I was both loosing weight and gaining fat around my hips at the same time. That, and the fact that my chest had started to swell up a bit. I took it as an indication of stress and too little sleep. As I had used up the vitamin supply given too me by my mother I went ahead and bought some new. But no matter which brand or make I tried they didn’t seem to have the same vitalizing effect as the ones my mother had given me and upon asking here she told me that she didn’t have any more and didn’t expect to have her prescription refilled.

Sadly I accepted this fact, that is, until one day when I was at her place taking care of her parrot, Hugo. My mother had left to visit some friends for a week and I had, in a moment of weakness, promised to feed Hugo. Not much to it really, give Hugo some seed and water every other day and clean up the cage.

Upon searching for some detergents in the bathroom I happened to see a familiar label. The famous vitamin B’s! Although, it wasn’t capsules. The box contained a set of syringes and a vial. The label was the same, at least as far as I could tell. In a moment of insanity I injected the prescribed amount, and let me tell you, it did hurt! It did seem to have some effect though, although it only seemed to last a few days. I went back for additional ‘refills’ a few times, even after she got back home. I felt like a thief there in her bathroom but it did make me feel vitalized.

Shortly after that she called me on the phone and said that she had gotten a new supply of her capsules and I was welcome to a box of them. Since the syringe did hurt quite a bit I gladly accepted.

 

All would have been just fine if it wasn’t for the fact that my hips and chest continued to bother me. Being as busy as we were at this time, my wife and I seldom had any opportunities to be much romantically involved. She was busy running the store; I was busy doing books for two companies. Since I left in the mornings while she was still sleeping and she usually came home very late the times we were intimate with each other during this period was easy counted. I was myself too embarrassed to mention it and did my best to hide the fact that I seemed to grow, yet small but still, breast!

She did give me a comment one morning when she came out in the kitchen while I was getting ready to leave.

"Hi Honey, aren’t you gone yet?" She yawned and reached for the orange juice in my hand.

"My goodness, those pants really seem tight around your butt. Are you starting to fill out from all that sitting down by the computers every day?", she said as she sat down by the table.

I didn’t know what to say and stutterd,

"I don’t think so… maybe."

"Well you do seem to have a nice rear end though. I you were a woman!", sha said with a grin.

I mumbled a reply, gave here a kiss and went out the door.

Was it really that bad, I thought? I decided too not give it any more thought and turned on the radio.

 

When I got to the office Richard wasn’t there. Usually he arrived at least an hour before me, but this morning there were no sign of him. As I sat down by the computer I noticed a note on the monitor, a small one but still unmistakably written by Richard.

"I had to fly to Cleveland this morning. Call you later. Can you take my phone calls, just the important ones? Talk to you later. R."

"Just the important ones, huh? What do I look like, your secretary? And how am I to tell which calls are important? And couldn’t you find a smaller piece of paper to write it on?", I thought to myself as I tossed the silly little note in the paper bin.

Well it was the end of the month and the phones decided to act just crazy that morning. I must have taken at least 25 calls before lunch. While sitting at Richards’s desk a noticed from his scribbles that quite a few calls the past weeks was for Louise. He also had a note saying ‘Call Fredericks regarding Lousie’, with a circle and the a cross over it, like if he had tried to put it of.

The note got its explanation with the 26:th call. A female voice asked for Louise. As I didn’t know exactly how to handle this I simply said,

"She isn’t in right know, can I take a message?"

This spurred the person on the other side of the line, much to my surprise, to half loose her temper.

"Look Miss, that is what Richard have been telling me for the past week. My supervisor or I will need to speak with her as soon as possible. Do you have any idea when she will be back? Because she is coming back, isn’t she?"

Not knowing how to respond I took a deep breath tried to find a suitable reply, but the lady continued.

"Look, if you are to become a Fredericks main reseller I will need to talk to the one that initiated the deal and who’s signature I have on the contract. We will call you again this afternoon, I don’t get to talk to her by then the deal is of."

Click.

I sat there for at least five minutes with the telephone in my hand. Fredericks? Deal? Reseller? Contract?

I did know that the girls had tried to use Richards contacts, quite successfully some times, to get in touch with major suppliers. But Fredericks? And how was Louise involved in this? Or was it Richards deal originally? I had a lot of questions, but very few answers.

First I tried to call the store, the girls had to know something about this. Of course it was either busy or no one picked up, being the end of the month they were probably more than busy now around lunch time.

So, I started to dig through Louise’s files. Surely she must have made some notes. It did take a while but I did find what I was looking for. A not so thick, but still extensive map with the label ‘Fredericks’.

 

Yes, she or Richard had in fact been negotiating with Fredericks on the behalf of Marie and Yvette. From what I could understand from the notes it was to be a joint venture between the two businesses, using Richard’s warehouse for storage and the store for sales and marketing. There were still details to be worked out and a long since past deadline.

I dropped the file on the desk in front of me and sat back in the chair. This was truly a deal of the century, at least for us it was. And it was all about to end before it even started, just because of that stupid Louise!

Richard, I’ve got to get a hold of Richard, I thought and grabbed the phone. An hour and a half later I put it back down again. I had managed to track him as far as a convention center and have him paged, but still not a a reply from him. I did try to call his callphone, just to hear it ring from the bookshelf behind me.

"Richard, you are such a ditz!" I heard my self let out a sigh.

 

Then it hit me and I froze. Miss. She had been calling me Miss. To be quite honest it had happened before, one or twice. People thinking it were my wife and not me answering the phone at home. A wild idea formed in my head. Could I get away with it? Not a chance, at least, not if the same woman called back again. Even if she thought I was a woman she would surely recognize my voice and that would be the end of it. The supervisor! She had mentioned her supervisor!

I started to dig through the papers hunting for a clue to the name of this boss of hers when the phone rang again. In the hopes of it being Richard calling back I answered, rather high pitched from the excitement.

A male voice I had never heard before spoke back to me;

"Louise, it’s Mark. I’m sooo glad to finally get a hold of you! Have you been avoiding me or what? Never mind, here’s what you need to do. Complete the forms on page 14, 15…."

He continued for about five minutes to give me instructions on what to do, with me just adding a "I see" or "Sure, I can do that" to the conversation. I was taking notes like crazy, trying to remember and write down whatever he said. Some of it I did recognize from the file, but most of it was new to me.

When he was done with the instructions he made a pause and the continued;

"So, when do we get to see you and Richard? I have met Richard a few times but I must say I’m really looking forward to meet you too, and your associates.", he added.

I didn’t know what too say but I could feel myself blushing;

"Well I don’t know really, we are so busy here right now that I just don’t know", I replied.

"Well, next time Richard comes out here be sure to come along. I’m sure that other girl can handle the office for a few days!"

Mark was obviously talking about ‘the other me’, the ‘girl’ his associate had yelled at a few hours earlier!

"I will do my best", I promised, said goodbye and hung up.

I poured myself a not so small whiskey from Richards supplies and closed my eyes.

After what seemed just about 30 seconds the phones started to ring again, none of the calls was Richard or the girls and I was soon busy taking notes and running the computer at the same time.

When I got home it was past midnight and Marie was fast asleep.

"I’ll deal with it tomorrow", I thought and fell asleep the second I hit the pillow.

***

When Marie came out in the kitchen I had already been up for an hour. I poured some tea and as I put the cup in her hands I said,

"We have to talk, dear"

"Honey, I really need to get going pretty soon, we have inventory to do today before we open. Can’t it wait?"

"Not really", I replied. "Not unless you guys don’t want the Fredericks franchise, or whatever I should call it"

That did got her attention.

"How are you involved with that? We didn’t really want to bother you with the possibility of getting even more to do."

"At least not until we were sure if we would get it or not", she added.

"Well now I know and there’s problems", I said, not without irritation in my voice.

"I, we, thought that Richard was handling that. We didn’t really get to talk to him about it much after Louise left. But I know he have talked to the main office a number of times. He’s got a friend there, some kind of big-brass after what I understand"

"Correction, Louise handled it and oh yes, dear old Richard got a big-brass buddie there all right." I said sarcastically.

I preceded by recite the events of yesterday, leaving out no details. Including the ‘Miss’ part.

When I ended Marie sat silent for a long while, digesting what I had just told her.

"So what you are saying is that not only did this guy from Fredericks think you were Louise, he also had you promise to sign the papers AND have you accompany Richard on his next visit there? That is just too funny!" she said with a grin on her face.

"I don’t see anything humorous in it at all" I replied.

"Apparently she didn’t even finish half the paperwork and procedures before she took off. This deal will not happen unless you guys do something about it!" I said.

"But what can we do? It’s Richards company that is to get the franchise, he is the one that should deal with it."

"And we both know that that is not going to happen. It seems like he has been avoiding the entire subject since the bitch left." I interrupted.

Marie nodded, "Yes it appears that way, don’t it?" she said, beginning to realize the magnitude of the problem.

"But what can we do? she repeated. "Will Richard be back today or tomorrow?"

"God only knows", I said. "All I know is that he went to some sort of convention or whatever in Cleveland. I hope he’s back today"

"Cleveland? I wouldn’t bank on that. I bet he suddenly remembered the trade show out there and just took off. He will probably be gone for at least four days or so."

"Four days! We don’t have four days, we have like today!" I yelled.

"I know, you told me that. Let me think."

She sat quiet for a while then went grabbed the phone and called Yvette. When she told the story about my adventure from yesterday I felt sick and had to leave. As I came back from the bathroom she had just finished talking to and was hanging up the phone.

"As we see it there are really only two options. Forget about the whole thing and just let it go." She paused.

"Or?

She hesitated, "Or sign the papers ourselves and get the process on tracks again."

"That is forgery my dear, we can’t do that!"

"Not much more forgery than you impersonating Louise yesterday.", she said with smirk.

"And besides, it could work you know!"

"Sure it could work! What if they find out?" I was beginning to feel that the route this thing should take had already been decided, over my head.

"Oh come on! I know you could write her signature as well as she could. You write mine on checks all the time, right?"

"That is different" I objected. "That’s for business and convenience." I added, not realizing that I was about to paint myself into a corner.

"Well so is this. Look, the company belongs to Richard. Even if ‘Louise’ signs the papers now, he can still straighten it out when he comes back. All you have to do is complete the paperwork, sign it and drop it in the mail!"

"And what if they calls again? Then what am I supposed to do?"

She shook her head, "Just wing it. You did it once, you can do it again!" she said and patted my hand.

"Honey", she continued. "I really don’t know what to do, but I do need to go now. I will call you after a while and we’ll talk it through again, ok?"

With that she left and was out the door before I even got a fair chance to reply.

 ***

When I walked into the office I half expected to find a message from Richard, a fax, voicemail or a message on the answering machine. Nothing. At least not from Richard. There was a fax, from ‘Lana’ at Fredericks. It said ‘We need the signed applications and contract by Thursday morning at the latest. Lana’

"Lana" I thought. "That has got to be the… ehrm, girl that called yesterday, the one with the attitude."

Thursday morning, that was basically no time at all. Hell, if they were to get it at all in time I would have to send it FedEx super express, and like right now. Great.

I looked at the folder on the desk. For at least five minutes I sat and stared at the darn thing. Finally I let out a sigh, got my notes from the day before and started to work on the stupid papers.

 

I had just finished the paperwork and was about to the envelope with the documents, signed and all, when the FedEx guy rang the delivery doorbell. Usually Richard handles the mail and deliveries since my office is in the back area of the building. I hadn’t even talked to any of the delivery guys before, although I had seen them from time to time, either by the front desk or dropping of goods in the back of the warehouse.

The sound of the bell made me jump and the envelope dropped to the floor, behind my desk. I had to literally stand on my head the reach it between the desk and the back wall. The bell rang again and I half ran out to the warehouse. The warehouse is a good size storage area, not huge, but big enough to house Richards merchandise, his speedboat and two jet-skis. Pushed the button to open one of the two large garage doors made me jump again as a large exhaust fan sprung to life just behind me, creating a rather strong and warm breeze right behind me.

 

The guy didn’t say too much as he unloaded a number of boxes and packages. When he was done I handed him the envelope and said,

"This needs to be there tomorrow, will that be ok?"

"Sure, no problem. You need to sign here though, …" he looked at me with a funny expression on his face.

I took the pen and was about to sign my own name when I realize the I was about to make a mistake. I signed it Louise Warner.

"Thanks. Have a good day, mam" he said without even blink. I closed the door, blushing from my ears down to my toes. At the same time the phone rang.

I reached across the desk and uttered the now famous words, "Warner Imports, how may I help you?"

"Dan, is that you?" It was Richard.

"Richard, is that you? Geez man, why didn’t you call before? Did you get my messages?" I had about two thousand questions for him and I didn’t even know where to begin.

Just like Marie suggested he had remembered the convention the day before he left and never got time to make proper arrangements before taking off.

I listened for about thirty seconds to his explanation and then proceeded to give him a rundown on yesterdays and today’s events.

He was quite for a while after I ended and then asked, "But you didn’t sign it did you? Or mailed it? Please tell me you didn’t mail it!"

"The FedEx guy just left. It’s on its way."

"Son of a bi…." He was clearly not happy about this and it pissed me off.

"Look here dude, if you would have taken care of this in time none of this would have happened." I was about to loose my temper with the good Richard by now and was about to give him even more when he interrupted.

"You don’t understand, it’s a little bit complicated. We’ll have to talk about when I come back Friday afternoon."

"Friday afternoon! What am I supposed to do until then? What if they call again? What am I to tell them?" I yelled with desperation building up in my voice.

"I… I don’t know, just wing it, I guess" he said and hung up.

Just wing it, huh. Lot of that going around, I thought as I slammed the handset on the phone.

I sat by the desk, feeling sorry for myself for I don’t know how long. Then I got to think about what the FedEx guy had said. Mam. I went up and walked out to the showroom that among other things have several different types of mirrors for display. Mam. How could he possibly think I was… a woman?

So I wasn’t that tall, 5’4", even a little shorter than Louise, slender. My hair wasn’t that long, although longer than the average buy maybe. Well ok, so it was almost down to my shoulders, but I’d always had it that way. It was like a part of my looks.

As I looked at myself in a full-length mirror I realized that it was not at all impossible for the FedEx guy to mistakenly take me for a woman. The butt was certainly not all male, and there was what could be mistaken for breasts. When getting dressed this morning I had apparently chosen a tennis shirt that was a little too small. At least small enough to reveal yet small, but still protruding nipples. That and the fact that my hair had got a rather significant lift from the fan in the warehouse, my hair look like it had been worked on for 30 minutes using a hair dryer.

"Jesus" I thought. "I guess with the limited lights in the warehouse it is possible…"

"This is insane," I said loud out to myself. "Insane."

The infamous phone interrupted further agony. As I picked it up I did my best to sound as male as possible when I answered.

"Honey, it’s me. You know, maybe it’s not such a good idea after all to send in those papers. At least not before talking to Richard. Did he call or anything yet?"

I shook my head to myself, "Yes he just called. And just before that I mailed the stupid papers FedEx. For your information, he didn’t think it was such a good idea to mail those papers either." I sat down and rested my head against the bookshelf behind me.

"Oh he did? Did he say way?" Marie asked.

"No, just that we would have to talk about when he’s back, which is tomorrow." I could feel a migraine building up inside my head.

"Well I guess that’s all we can do then. We’ll talk more tonight, I have to go. It’s like crazy here!" She hung up.

"Here too", I replied.

  

When the day was over I had done little more than answering phone calls, looking up lost orders, got yelled at by irritated customers four times, been taken for a woman at least three times and cried about my own misery twice.

By the time a got home I was a nervous wreck. Marie had left a message on the answering machine, she and Yvette had got a major deliver today and was busy unpacking and putting on price tags. She would probably be very late.

I stuffed the washing machine with laundry, nuked a TV dinner and ate it in front of the TV watching a re-run of Pretty Woman. As Julia Roberts was about to go down on Richard Gere I couldn’t take any more and turned the set of. I slept very uneasy that night.

***

When I woke up Marie was still not home. Usually when they had a lot to unpack they did this in Yvette’s apartment, which is about twice the size of our house. Obviously she had spent the night there.

Just as well, since I didn’t really felt like confronting her this morning. Not with yesterdays encounter with the FedEx guy and the mirror still in fresh memory. While trying to find something ‘less feminine’ to wear I realized that the laundry from last night was still in the washer and wet. It took me a while to find a pair of jeans that actually did fit along with a sweater. The sweater was actually Marie’s, but it was plain white and rather large. No chance of anything sticking out!

While getting dressed I caught a glimpse of my naked privates in the mirror. It seemed for a second that my genitals had, well shrunk a bit lately. Then again, my hips were definitely wider, so it was probably most likely an illusion. I shook the thought out of my mind and continued to get dressed. A pair of plain white sneakers completed the ensemble and I left the house confident that I looked ‘all male’.

The day started out pretty good, the phone didn’t ring at all until around noon, and then it was just nothing but an order confirmation. I was about to get all caught up with my ordinary work when the axe fell, in the shape of a phone call, from Mark.

"Louise, so glad to catch you again!" he said with true honesty in his voice.

"Mark, how are you?" I replied with my best Louise voice.

"Good, good. Look, we did get the papers this morning and it all looks just fine. I have few questions though."

He continued by asking me a few questions regarding the location of the store and warehouse and regarding some marketing issues. I did know the answers to most of the questions and when I was unsure, again I did what I had been told - I winged it.

"Well that should just about take care of that part" he said. I was glad to hear that meaning that I could finally hang up and go to the bathroom and throw up. But he wasn’t about to let me go just yet.

"So how is business now with Rich gone? Pretty hectic?"

"You have no idea. I’m about to go insane here." I answered truthfully.

"I can imagine that. How long have Rich and you been together now? About two years or so?"

I counted fast. "Actually it’s three years next month."

"Is it really? Wow. And he still hasn’t popped the question? I think I will have to have a talk with him next time I see him!"

My heart jolted at the suggestion of marriage and I just mumbled some type of reply.

"Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, Louise. Please forgive me if I’ve offended you or anything."

I took a deep breath. To hell with it. Mark thinks I’m Louise, Richards fiancée. I can play that game too. I took another breath and managed to wash away most of my anxiety. It was obvious that Mark didn’t suspect anything and since the ball was already set in motion, why not just run with it?

"You didn’t offend me at all, Mark. We have been talking about it but just not set a date yet. Things have been pretty hectic around here lately, with new product lines, the franchise and all." I was amazed how easy it was to slide into the roll of fiancée.

"I bet it has. Here to. I’m up to my ears in work. My wife complains that she never sees me anymore, not even weekends." Now that I could relate to.

He continued, "But at least you and Rich has the privilege of working together. That must be nice."

"Well for the most it is." I replied. "There’s both pros and cons with it I guess. For the most pros!"

"I bet there is! Oh by the way, did you see the new Ultimate Collection yet? A few samples were shipped out to you a few days ago."

I hesitated, "No not yet, I been a little bit busy here you know", I replied, not sure what the ‘Ultimate Collection’ really was.

"But I promise to take a look at it as soon as I get a chance." I lied effortless.

"You should, I’m really curious to hear what you think about it. Feel free to take them as your own if you find something you really like, they are merely a sample. Let me know if you need to trade them for different sizes."

"I will do that, I promise!" I replied, now even more confused.

"Well I will let you go now. Say hello to Rich when you see him and tell him that I expect to see the both of you here soon!"

"I will do that. Bye."

I could have kicked myself for letting the conversation go that far. I should have ended it much earlier, I thought to myself. When turning back to the computer I realized that I had assumed a very feminine position, sitting on the edge of the chair, with my legs crossed. I quickly changed to a more ‘male position’ and continued working on my balance sheet.

It took me about another hour to finish the stack of papers piled up on my desk. While pouring me some tea I remembered the delivery from this morning and went back out to the warehouse to get the packing slips.

One box from Frederick caught my attention, a sticker beside the address label read ‘Sample - No For Resale’.

This must be the sample Mark was talking about. I hesitated for a second, then grabbed a knife and opened the package. I knew what it was the second I got the first item out of its delicate wrapping - a set of corsets in various styles and shapes. Six of them.

"Feel free to take them as your own if you find something that you really like" I heard Marks voice echo in my head.

Yeah right. Why couldn’t it have been power tools or something? Besides, there was no way I would fit in one of those anyway. How could women possibly want to wear something as apparently uncomfortable?

Then I heard this other soft voice saying "Yeah sure, you have been Louise now for two days, at least in a few peoples minds. She would try them out in a heartbeat."

"But I’m not Louise and I’m not a woman." I said out loud.

"Well you fooled me a while ago." I heard the voice; sounding quite like Lana of all, reply.

"No way" I said as I grabbed the remaining packing slips and went back to the computer.

 

The slips didn’t take long to enter and I decided to get something out of the freezer for lunch. The office has a complete kitchen/lunch room, even though it was only used by Louise and Richard, well I guess me and Richard, now. But the entire building was designed with the hopes that it would one day have several employees working there, all depending on how the business grew.

It also had a complete dressing room for employees, along with showers and all. As I put a frozen pizza in the oven I realized that I could use a shower and decided to do that while the lunch was getting ready. I put the phones on answering machine, grabbed a towel and headed for the showers.

The water against may face had a very soothing and relaxing effect and when I stepped out it felt truly 100% better. Sitting down on the benches in the dressing room a sign on one of the lockers caught my attention. It read ‘Louise’.

I remembered that she and Richard used some of the lockers to keep a change of clothes when they needed to do some more heavy work around the warehouse, work that wasn’t suitable in dress clothes.

I’m not sure why but I walked over to the locker and swung the door open. Louise did keep a change of clothes in there. I saw a few warehouse coats, some pants and sturdy shoes. On the other side, a sharp contrast. A white blouse, a black leather skirt, what looked like a white and black skirt suit, three pairs of heels, pantyhose, stockings even underwear and a Ladyshave.

My hand carefully touched the blouse. "No!" I heard myself utter.

"Come on what harm would it do? You know you are curious, aren’t’ you?"

I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, but really only at the most a minute, looking at the clothes in the locker. Then I wrapped a towel around me, walked out to the warehouse and grabbed the box with the samples.

The first item out of the box was the corset I looked at before. It had strings and things attached to the back and seemed to be just too my hassle. The second one was halter-top type bustier that was just too much. The third item was plainer. The label read ‘Satin Ice Merry Widow’, it was white, had padded cups and four garters.

Without hesitation I let the robe fall to the floor and slipped the corset on. It took a while to get all the hooks in place, but with a help of a mirror conveniently placed on the back of the locker door I managed to get them all hooked. I slipped a pair of Louise’s panties, white high-cut spandex briefs, up my legs and noticed that it did a perfect job hiding my genitals. They really do seem smaller, thought to myself.

I looked at my body in the mirror. From the parts of my body that I could see, from thighs to the neck, a woman’s figure was looking back at me. The hips were even fuller; the padded cups made my breast look like a developed woman’s, or at least a girl. They even gave me a bit of cleavage. Not so much that the breast touched but pretty close.

The only thing that did look a bit out of place was a few hairs growing on my legs and thighs. I grabbed the electric shaver and shaved of what little was there and looked in the mirror again. The feeling was almost magic, intoxicating.

"Ok, stockings too. But that’s it!" I heard myself either think or say.

I found a pack of new tan sheer seamless stockings with a small lace trim. I rolled them up the way I had seen my mother and my wife do hundreds of times and attached them to the garters. Without even thinking I put on the white long sleeved blouse and grabbed the skirt. It fit perfectly, I mean, like if it had been tailor made for me. Falling about two inches above the knee, the lining rubbed against my stockings and panties and sent a wave of electricity through my body.

My eyes fell on the shoes, one pair of sling-backs and tow pairs of regular classic pumps, black and white. I settled for the black ones. They seemed to have about 4" heels and again, the fit was perfect, probably a combination of my modest and Louise’s just above average measurements.

I took a step back and look at myself in the dressing room mirror wall. The woman that looked back at me had a clear resemblance of Louise. The hairstyle and color was all wrong, but yes, there was a resemblance. Amazing. I proceeded by turning and twisting and look at myself from all different angles, using the locker door mirror to help see my back.

I was interrupted by the signal from the own, declaring that my pizza was now done. Realizing that I was hungry I stepped out to the lunchroom and took the pizza out of the oven. It was extremely hot and obviously needed to cool down before it could even be touched.

As I was getting silverware and a plate I caught a close-up of my face, reflecting of the microwave ovens glass window. I run my hand over my chin and cheek, my fingers over my lips. I realized that I hadn’t been shaving for a quite a few days and still, there were barely more that a few thin straws. It still bugged me though, like it was totally out of place.

In the bathroom I found one of Richards razors and shaved of what little beard was there. I looked in the mirror again and shook my head.

"What are you doing?" I heard myself say, loud this time. I shook my head and opened the cabinet.

The left side had items like tooth paste, toot brush, soap, toothpicks and aspirin. The right side was filled with Louise’s cosmetics. Everything from lipstick to powder, consealers to eye shadow, makeup base to mascara, all in different shapes and colors. Like in trance I reached for the concealer, using it to cover up some minor blemishes and I finished it of with some lightly colored powder. The mascara seemed at first to be tricky but after the first strokes I handled it like I had done it a thousand times. I outlined the lips the way I’ve seen my wife do it and added some lipstick, carefully applied with a small brush. I bit lightly into a paper tissue. Last I grabbed a hairbrush, bent my head down as far as I could, which is not an easy thing to do in heels I discovered, and brushed out my hair over my head. Throwing it back up again I arranged it not completely unlike the way the warehouse fan had done yesterday. I fixated it with some hairspray and looked in the mirror again. The result was noting but stunning in just a few minutes I had completely transformed myself to what could very easily be Louise’s sister.

Back out to the lunchroom I had a couple of bites of pizza, but realized that I was not hungry anymore. So I cleaned out what little mess I had made in the kitchen and returned to towards the office. While crossing the hallway floor, my heels made loud tapping sounds against the ceramic tiles. The sound made me shiver. It was like I couldn’t get enough of that, the sensation of the corset hugging my body, the nylons, the shoes, the makeup, everything.

When walking by the showroom door I realized that something important was missing. It didn’t take me long to find what I needed, some bracelets, half a dozen rings and a pair of earrings. A few years ago I had my ears pierced, actually, I volunteered for my wife when she was learning how to do ear piercing for the store. Doing so I ended up with holes in both ears. I regularly wore a stud in one ear and sometimes even in both. Heck, Richard did, so why couldn’t I?

I found a pair of not so small silver hoops that matched the bracelets I had picked out. A little squirt of Lou Lou from one of the demos displays and I know that the look was complete. I gave my self an appreciating glance in on of the large mirrors and at the same time I heard a voice behind me,

"Excuse me mam, is that your car out here?"

I jumped about three feet in the air. I caught the glimpse in the mirror of a totally stranger in the showroom doorway. I squeezed the countertop as hard as I said with my best Louise-voice, "Yes…?"

"I’m sorry if I scared you mam, are you ok?" He took his eyes of my legs and looked straight into my eyes. He had clear green eyes, a muscular sun burned body, a lightly stained tank top and smelled strongly of, well, man.

 

"I’m fine, no problem. What was that you were saying?" I said, hoping that it came out sounding somewhat normal.

"Well we are re-paving the road out here and the car sitting by the curb relay needs moved. Is it your car?"

I looked outside and nodded. "Yes, that’s my car"

"Well if you don’t mind moving it we would appreciate it. You should be able to park it there again tomorrow or the day after."

"Of course" I replied as I turned and headed for my desk to get the car keys.

As I walked the out from the showroom and down the hallway to my office I could literally feel his eyes burning on the back of my butt and legs. All the way back to my desk I was talking very quietly to myself. "Easy, you can do this. He doesn’t suspect anything. He is watching a beautiful woman, that’s all. You can do this."

I grabbed the keys, took two deep breaths and headed back out to the showroom again. The guy was still there and so was one of his buddies. They where both engaged in conversation until the point they heard my heels tap against the tiles. At that point they both looked my way and I don’t think there was one part of my body that their eyes didn’t wander over. Suddenly I felt almost naked and I could feel myself blush.

They must have picked up on this because for a second they looked at each other and then turned around and held the door open for me. When I walked by them I half expected a pat on my butt, but much to my relief that didn’t happen.

My car was parked a not more than a hundred feet down the street, but still the sensation of being outside, feeling the breeze against my legs, the tap of my shoes against the sidewalk, the restraint from the leather skirt while I was walking was just a sensation. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was on a mission to move my car, I could probably have walked all day.

Down by my car was another couple of workers, leaning on shovels, smoking a cigarette and all looking my way. I was more than a little nervous when I opened the car door to get in. In a split second a realized that getting into the car ‘the normal way’ was not going to work in shoes and skirt. So I did again what I’ve seen my wife do, I sat my but down on the seat and then rotated into the car. Doing so the skirt pulled up a bit and revealed some of the lace of my stockings. I pretended not to take any notice of this, closed the door and started the engine.

I drove the car around to the back and parked it outside the warehouse section. I was about to open the doors as I got a crazy idea and decided to walk back in the long way, around the building. The workers seemed all to be indulged in conversation, no doubt about me, when I came back out on the sidewalk. Again they all looked my way and as I open the showroom doors to go back in the guy in tank-top hollered,

"Thanks honey!"

I gave him a smile and replied, "Not a problem". I heard the doors close behind me but I didn’t allow myself to breath again until I sat down behind my desk.

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