In The Company of Women

by Jennifer White

        

It started out as an ordinary day for me. I got up, put on my suit and tie, ate a quick breakfast, then drove to work. Little did I know as I sat down to read my email, that my life was about to change forever! I took my laptop out of my bag, plugged it in, turned it on, and logged on. I took a sip of my coffee, as I opened up an interoffice memo from the project manager.

As I was reading, my phone rang, and I picked it up.

"Hello, this is Bill" I said.

"Hi Bill. I need you in my office. Now."

It was a female voice. My boss, Rene.

When Rene replaced my old boss, I was somewhat worried. I had never worked for a woman before. I had been married once before, but now I had been divorced. I guess that kind of made me wary about being bossed around by a woman. My ex-wife was so bossy that it ruined our relationship.

But so far, Rene had been pretty good to work for. She had pretty much left me alone, which was good, as far as I was concerned. I didn't need a pushy woman! That was why I had fallen so much in love with downloading porn from the internet. I'd get to see as many beautiful women as I wanted, doing just about anything. They didn't complain; they didn't whine, and they didn't tell me what to do.

As I walked down the hall, something bothered me. It was the tone of voice that Rene had used. It was so pushy, so demanding. I hated when a woman ordered me around like that. If she wasn't my boss, I would have really told her off. But I had to be nice. I was well paid, and I'd have a very hard time finding another job in my field where I'd make this kind of money. Not to mention the fact that I'd worked here for almost 20 years, and if I had to leave the company, I'd lose almost all of the pension benefits I had built up over all those long years of work.

I was stuck here. And I was stuck with her as my boss.

I reached her office, and knocked on the door.

"Come in" she said, sounding sweet.

When she saw it was me, her face changed from a smile to a scowl. Her voice change too, becoming angry and demanding. Just like me ex, when she tried to tell me what to do around the house.

"Close the door. Sit down" she demanded, as if I was a dog or something. I didn't like this one bit. Whatever she had called me in here for, it couldn't be good. I was going to stand to show my defiance, but I thought better of it.

"Good morning, Rene" I said, trying to sound professional. "What can I do for you today?"

I smiled, and took out a yellow legal pad. I had my pen ready, as if to write down whatever wisdom she wanted to impart on me. Bosses like that, when you treated them as if they words were important.

"Bill, you've worked here for how long. Twenty years?" she said, as she read some sort of memo.

"That's right" I replied. "Almost twenty-one years now."

"Another ten years, and you can retire with a nice pension" she said.

"Yes" I replied.

"And in your twenty-plus years, you've had an average career, rising slowly, but you're not exactly a star."

I felt somewhat insulted by that. Not everyone made it to upper management.

"Yes" I said, holding my tongue. "I've worked hard, and I've been a loyal employee."

"I see" she said, setting down the memo.

Why was she asking me all that? She knew it already. There could only be one reason: she wanted to remind me about it, as if I was stupid, or a child. Woman always treated me like they're stupid. I wasn't stupid. I didn't like being treated as if I was.

"I've found out a very disturbing thing" said Rene, coldly.

I nodded, as I held the pen, ready to write.

"It seems that a certain employee who works for me has violated their work agreement, and I am going to have to terminate them from the company."

"Most unfortunate" I said.

"Yes" she replied, as she took off her reading glasses. "Very much so."

I waited. Why was she telling me this?

"As you know, as part of their standard contract, each employee agrees to certain terms. For example, you can't use company assets for personal business."

I nodded. It was true, but why tell me this? I wasn't a new hire!

"There is also a clause that expressly forbids employees to use their computers to go online and view certain materials that are deemed offensive by management. Such as *pornography*. Such a shame that a man would do that."

I continued to stare at her, with a blank look on my face. I wasn't stupid! I had carefully covered my tracks. Yes, I went online to look at my pictures, but I made sure they couldn't catch me. I deleted the list of recently viewed web sites from my browser. I removed any cookies the web sites might have left behind. I deleted anything in the browser cache. You could go through my browser with a fine toothed comb, and you'd only see the sites I went to for business news, market analysis, and such. I was too smart; I had covered my tracks. It must have been someone else that she had caught in the act.

"Yes" I said. "A real shame."

"The worst part of it all" continued Rene, "is that he thought he was being careful. He thought he had erased his tracks, and that he wouldn't be caught. But he forgot one small detail: the fire wall software that we installed on all of the workstations last month keeps a log of all web traffic. The logs get sent to I/T for analysis."

I started to blush. It was *me* that she had caught. Uh-oh. I had better make up a story, quickly. Rene put her reading glasses back on.

"BigBouncingboobs.com?" she said, reading from a list in front of her. "GirlsSeduceGirls.com? WildHotAnd18.com? What kind of sick pervert would visit web sites like those?"

Those were my web sites all right. I was caught. I tried to think of a story. I could tell her it was a computer virus. That was it!

"I didn't do that" I said. "You know, I think I got a computer virus the other day, when I was looking for the stock analysis of that Malaysian firm I was researching. Maybe that did something to screw up the...."

"No" she said firmly and coldly, cutting me off. "When I first saw the report, I was very disappointed, but I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. So I had I/T install an extra tracker on your machine. There is no doubt about it. *You* are logging on to these web sites. I have your password right here. b1gt1ts? How original."

"Rene..." I started, but she again cut me off.

"As you know, it is now my duty as a manager to do what is needed. I have to fire you, and send you home."

My mind reeled. How could I have been so stupid? I hadn't thought that they could catch me! Now I was going to be in so much trouble. I thought about how I'd lose my job. My salary. My health care benefits. My pension. How would I make my next house payment? I must have turned pale white.

"I want for you to admit to me what you did" said Rene.

She had me over a barrel. I had no choice.

"I'm sorry" I said, with my head down. "I did it."

"I didn't tell you to say you were sorry!" she snapped. "You didn't do anything I just told you! I told you to admit what you did, not to whine 'I did it' like you're a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Now do it again, properly. Admit to me what you did."

I felt *so* insulted, that she had just compared me to a little girl too! But I had to do what she asked. I had to stay on her good side (if that was possible), so I could save my job.

"I admit that I went online, and looked at porn" I said.

"That is better" she replied. "When I give you an order, I expect you to carry it out *exactly* as I say, the first time, without protest, and without whining. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Rene" I said.

"Oh no. You have lost the privilege of calling me by my first name. Until further notice, I am Ms. Hunter to you."

"Yes, Ms. Hunter" I said, feeling completely humiliated.

"That's better" she said. "Now lets get down to business, shall we? Lets start by imagining what will happen if I sign the termination paper I have her on my desk for you. You'll be escorted out of the building by security, who will accompany you home. They will search your home for any company property you possess. If they find even one stapler or notepad that belongs to us, you will be charged with theft, as well as being fired."

I gasped. How could she do this to me?

"You'll lose your benefits of course, along with your pension. I know managers from all of our competitors in the area. I'll contact them all, and let them know under what terms you were dismissed from your job. There will be nobody who will hire you. You'll have to end up waiting tables, or selling clothes in a department store. Of course, then you won't be able to keep your nice car or your nice house. You'll have to ride the bus, and move into a cheap one room apartment. Does that sound like the life you'd like to lead?"

"No" I said, my voice shaky. I was almost on the verge of tears.

"Don't look at me with such anger in your eyes" said Rene. "You may not believe it, but I am the only friend you've got right now. If I let corporate security see these log files, then there will be no choice in the matter. I will be *forced* to fire you, or I'd lose my own job. So you see, you can't blame me for your own troubles. I want for you to admit to me that this was all your own fault."

"Yes Ms. Hunter" I said. "This was all my own fault."

"Good. Now go get your laptop, and bring it in here. I want for you to show me the web sites you've been visiting. Go! Do it now."

I had no choice. I went to my desk, and retrieved my laptop. When I was back in her office, with the door closed, I connected it to the wireless LAN, since her computer was already plugged in to the wall. I had never surfed the web in the office; I had only done it at home, or in hotels when I traveled. I had been careful. I was afraid that they could track me down if I tried it in the office!

"Don't forget to turn off your fire wall, so this doesn't get logged" she instructed.

Duh, as if I'd forget that now!

As she requested, I went to one of my favorite sites, GirlsSeduceGirls.com. The wireless LAN was a bit slower than when I plugged in, but it wasn't too bad here at the office. In a minute, I was logged on, and showing her some pictures. They would follow a storyboard. In this case, two college roommates were sitting on the couch together. Then one made a move, and kissed the other. Soon they were naked, and doing each other. It was really hot, but Rene shook her head, and acted disgusted.

She made me show her half a dozen more web sites, and look at some typical pictures from them. She got to see all of my favorite sites. She then asked me to show her some pictures of my favorite model. There were so many good ones, but there was one particular hottie I couldn't get enough of: Busty Brandi. Rene insisted that I show her three or four different sets of her pictures.

She then took out a thumb drive, and saved all of the pictures I had just shown her.

"Go ahead, do what you've been doing to erase your tracks" she said.

I erased everything from the browser. I stood there for several minutes, while she read something, completely ignoring me. It made me feel so low, like I was completely worthless to her. I didn't dare speak. I didn't even dare move. What had she meant when she said that she was the only friend I had now? She had given me a small glimmer of hope, as if she might not turn me in. She was acting as if she was *supposed* to fill in the termination papers, but she might not, if I did whatever it was she wanted from me.

Finally, she looked up at me.

"Do you want me to sign this?" she said, pointing to the termination paper.

"No Ms. Hunter, I don't" I replied.

Now she smiled at me, which made me feel a chill go up and down my spine. It was the most evil smile I had ever seen in my entire life.

"I am willing to give you this document, so you can shred it" she said.

My eyes lit up. She was going to let me off the hook! I stood there, shocked.

"But you are going to have to *earn* it from me. Are you willing to do that?"

"Oh yes!" I said. "Yes, Ms. Hunter!"

"I'm glad to hear that" she said. "You are a decent worker, and I would hate to lose you from my staff. Because of the special circumstances, I am going to need to keep you under much tighter supervision. You are going to work here in my office, as my assistant for the time being. Do you agree to that?"

"Yes Ms. Hunter" I said.

It wasn't a thrilling prospect to have to work right in her office every day, but it was better than being fired!

"Secondly, as you work for me, you will do whatever I ask of you. No matter what you think of my orders, it does not matter. You will do it, without question. Do you agree to that?"

"Yes, Ms. Hunter" I said, feeling so relieved that she wasn't going to fire me. She was being *kind*. I was so surprised, I could hardly believe it.

"Very well then. You agree to become my personal assistant, work here in my office, and blindly follow all of my orders, without question. Get down on your knees, and swear to me that you will obey me in all things, and that you now belong to me, completely."

I was trembling as I knelt down in front of her. I looked up at her. She seemed so powerful, and I seemed so weak.

"I swear that I will obey you in all things" I said. "I swear that I am yours now, and I belong to you completely."

"Very good" she said, patting me on the head, as if I was her pet. "You *will* do exactly what I tell you, or you will find yourself fired. There are no second chances with me. One slip-up, no matter how small, and you are *gone*. I will not tolerate the slightest mistake. If you hesitate to obey me, you're done. If you don't do something I tell you, you're done."

I nodded, but I didn't say anything. I felt even lower now. I hated being bossed around by a woman, but now I had just become like a slave to her. I was going to have to do *everything* she told me. I was going to be ordered around all day, every day. And I'd have to work in her office, where she'd be able to make me do things all the time. I didn't like this at all! But I had no choice.

She would probably do things to make me get angry. I guessed that she'd try to get me to slip up so that she could fire me, and blame it all on me! I vowed to get through this. I'd do whatever I needed to keep my job, for now. Once I was back in control of my own life, I'd try to transfer to another division in another city, and get away from her! But for now, she owned me, and I was all hers.

"You have an unhealthy obsession with women's bodies" said Rene. "That is why you are so hooked on your porn. I am going to help cure you of your addiction."

I looked at her, and nodded. I didn't feel like it was an addiction. But I wasn't going to contradict her, and get fired within seconds of coming to an agreement with her!

"I want you to go home right now" said Rene, "and think how badly you've behaved. Go take a long hot bath, and shave off all of your body hair. Your legs. Your chest. Under your arms. All of it."

I was going to ask 'why', but I had promised not to. I could only nod.

"When you come into work tomorrow, I will inspect you. Go now. I'll have the movers bring your things to your new desk, here in my office. Go home now. I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Yes Ms. Hunter" I said.

With that, she motioned to me to stand up. She opened the office door, and showed me out. I drove home in a daze. Why in the world would she want for me to remove all of my body hair? I didn't like the position I was in, but I didn't feel like there were any options for me. I drove home in silence.

Once there, I did as Rene had ordered. I ran the bath, and soaked in the hot water. I took out my shaver, and went at it. I didn't realize just how much hair covered me until I had to remove it all! What a pain in the neck. It had better make her happy, after I did all that work!

When I stood up, I was covered with all the loose hair that had been floating around in the tub. I had to shower to get it off of me. And there was so much hair that the drain clogged, and I had to unstop it. Then when the water was all out, there were so many hairs still in the tub that I had to clean it. Not my favorite chore!

But even that wasn't the end of it; my body seemed to itch all over after being shaved like that. I had to go to the store and buy some cream to put all over myself to soothe the itch. She had sure better like the results; this was a lot to ask! But it was better then being dismissed from my job, and humiliated by having security escort me out.

When I went to bed, it felt weird with my smooth skin touching the soft sheets. I fell asleep to uneasy dreams of Rene ordering me around at work...

* * *

In the morning, I did as Rene had instructed: I reported to her office. My things were on her desk, but arranged in a much more orderly fashion than normal for me! She told me to close the door, which I did.

"Come over here" she said, pointing to the spot by her desk where I had knelt down the day before.

I walked over, and turned to face her.

"Pull up your pant leg" she said.

I did as she asked, and she nodded her approval upon seeing my legs so smooth and hairless.

"And you did your chest, and under your arms?" she asked.

"Just as you ordered, Ms. Hunter" I said. "Would you like to see?"

"No. I'll believe you."

I nodded. At least I wouldn't have to be completely humiliated by having to take off my shirt for her. I stood there, waiting for her to tell me what to do. What a terrible position, *me* waiting for a woman to order me around! Just like yesterday, she made me stand there for almost fifteen minutes, before she turned to me again. In all that time, I felt so worthless and powerless! It was almost as if I didn't exist for her.

"I need you to do something for me" she said at last.

At last, something to do! I was eager to please her, to get back in her good graces.

"Certainly, Ms. Hunter" I replied, awaiting her instructions.

"I'm running low on paper clips" she said. "Go to the supply room and get me exactly thirty-nine of them."

I was going to offer her the ones from my desk, but I remember what she said about not asking 'why'. I didn't want to blow it on my first day back, so as menial and useless as the task was, I went off to do it. This was some sort of test, I was certain. You didn't take a senior analyst like myself, and waste their time and talents counting out 39 and retrieving paper clips! But that was what she wanted, so I did it.

When I returned with the paper clips in-hand, Rene made me stand there for what seemed like forever, before she acknowledged me at all. She took the paper clips and dumped them into her desk drawer, without even counting them. I wondered if she was setting me up; she might have done that so I'd get lazy and not do something exactly. I wasn't going to let that happen!

"I just printed out a letter. Go to the printer room and pick it up for me" said Rene. "You'll find the client's address in the letter. Write it out *neatly* on an envelope, and take it to the mail room. Then report back to me."

"Yes, Ms. Hunter" I said.

Why was I doing this? She could have called one of the interns for this. Even the folks in the mail room would do these kinds of tasks for her. I felt embarrassed to be seen walking around, picking up paper clips, and mailing letters! I guess she was trying to put me in my place. I didn't say anything, but I hoped she'd get over this revenge thing. I was going crazy doing these stupid little tasks for her.

The rest of the morning, she had me wash off her white board, sharpen her pencils, retrieve her mail, and then she sent me off to the cafeteria to pick up lunch for us both.

"I will have the chicken salad with extra dressing" she said. "And you will have the Greek salad."

I didn't like this at all. She even ordered me around telling me what I'd eat for lunch! But I was in no position to argue. If I didn't do as she said, I wouldn't have any position at all! And so I caved in, and did as she asked.

As we ate lunch, she asked me about my family, my sisters, my mother and such. She was telling me all these things about her family, as if I cared about that. She insisted on showing me pictures of her family, and she said I needed to bring some of mine to put on my desk.

After lunch, she handed me a micro-cassette tape.

"What's this?" I asked.

"I've dictated some letters" she said. "I put the dictation machine on your desk. Type them in, using the company letterhead template, and print them out. Then bring them to me so I can review them and sign them. Oh, and don't forget to use spell check, dear."

Dear? Type her letters? She was really trying to insult me now! But I just nodded my head, and told her "Yes, Ms. Hunter." I grumbled to myself as I typed in her letters. I was a good typist, but this wasn't what they were paying me to do! I printed the letters out and brought them to her, as she had asked. I thought I heard people whispering about me as I passed by, because I was spending all day running errands for Rene. I didn't like that at all!

I returned with the letters. Once again, she ignored me as she chatted on the phone with someone that was obviously a friend, not a customer on a business call. She made me stand there for twenty minutes as she gabbed away. I almost felt like crying I was so upset. I didn't like being made to feel worthless. I felt weak, like I was nothing. She was really showing me that I was all hers now. I didn't like how it felt at all. But I wasn't going to let her get to me!

Finally, she turned to me and spoke.

"I have one more task for you" she said, handing me a glossy piece of paper. I looked at it. It had a picture of a beautiful woman wearing a sexy black bra and panty set.

"Yes Ms. Hunter?" I said.

"Go to the mall. You'll find a store there called Tina's Treasures. Purchase this exact set."

Now she was going to embarrass me by making me go to the store and buy lingerie for her. I didn't like being ordered around like this, and I didn't want to do it. But what choice did I have in the matter?

"What size are you?" I asked, as I readied my pencil.

"Oh, they're not for me" said Rene. "They're for *you*."

I felt dizzy, as the blood drained from my face. I was supposed to buy lingerie for *myself*?

"Excuse me?" I said. "I don't understand."

"Then let me explain it again in small words that even a *man* can understand. Go to the mall. Go to the store called Tina's. Buy yourself the bra and panty set on the advert you're holding. And wear them to work tomorrow. That will be all. Now go, before I get angry."

"Yes Ms. Hunter" I said, as I walked out the door with my tail between my legs. I was cursing under my breath as I walked out to my car. This was going to be humiliating. How could I walk into a lingerie store, and tell them that I wanted to buy a set for myself? I felt so *used* by Rene. I couldn't concentrate, I was so upset.

I arrived at the mall, parked my car, and walked around until I found Tina's Treasures. In the window, the mannequins wore pink wigs, along with different sets of sexy lingerie. I was supposed to buy some for myself? I didn't feel very brave as I walked through the door. I hoped that nobody I knew saw me in there!

There were racks and racks of scary looking frilly things. I knew what a camisole was or a slip, but there were many things I didn't even know the name for. I walked past the shelves of nylons and pantyhose, and finally arrived at the section with the bras. Now what? I scanned them all, looking for the set on the page.

"Hello" said a young female voice. "I'm Cellia. Can I help you?"

Cellia was a real knockout. She looked to be in her twenties, and she had an awesome body. If it wasn't for the fact that I was here to shop for lingerie for myself, I might have been tempted to flirt with her.

"Um, yes" I said as I handed her the advert. "I'm looking to buy this set."

"Ah, the Lady of Luxury set. Very sexy. Your woman will really like it. What size is she?"

"Um, I really don't know women's sizes" I said.

"That's all right dearie" said Cellia. "Let me tell you a little secret. No matter what size you buy, she isn't going to want it. Not with something like this. She's going to want to trade it in for her exact measurements. But don't worry; you can use this to your advantage. Lets start with the panties. How big would you say her waist is, compared to mine?"

I looked at her tiny waist. It gave her such curvy hips. I wanted to feel my arms around that waist of hers so much! But I couldn't.

"Ah, she's quite a bit bigger. Maybe another eight inches?"

"I see" said Cellia, as she pulled a pair of panties off the rack. "If you buy her a pair that are too large, in her mind that will mean that you think she is fat. No woman likes that! But if you buy it a size too small, then in her mind, you think she's thinner than she is. So I'm going smaller on these than you described."

"Okay" I said. Buying stuff for women was always so complicated! I didn't have time to think of all that.

"Now how about her boobs? What size are they compared to mine?"

I stared are her ample bosom. The two mounds on her chest were so perfect, under the pink fuzzy sweater. I wanted to put my hands all over them. I was so tempted to start flirting with her! But I was holding a pair of thong panties in my hand. Not what you'd buy for someone who was just a friend, nor the kind for a relative. She must have thought I had a wife or a girlfriend. So that killed any chance I had to flirt with her.

"I'd say they're about the same" I replied. "Maybe a bit smaller?"

"I'm a c-cup," said Cellia, "but this brand runs a bit small. So we'll go with the d-cups for you. Many women are sensitive about the size of their boobs. If you buy a size too small, she'll think that you think her boobs aren't very big, which might hurt her. But if you buy bigger than she is, then she'll think that you think she's stacked, which again works to your advantage."

She handed me the lacy black bra.

"Thank you so much Cellia" I replied. "You have been a big help. I don't know if I could have managed this on my own."

"Not a problem!" she replied in her perky voice. "Would you like to buy her some scented body cream to go with that? We have a special this week."

I knew that at most stores, if they tried to sell you something like that, the salesclerk got a bonus. And she had been so kind and understanding, helping me out. Not to mention that she was a hottie, and I wanted to impress her. So I told her to go ahead, and I'd buy a jar. She smiled as she placed my purchases in a box with tissue paper, then wrapped it with a pink ribbon, tied in a bow. She placed the box in the bag, and handed it to me.

"Good-bye, please shop at Tina's again" she said.

"Thanks again Cellia" I replied, as I hurried out the door, and back to my car.

* * *

I felt miserable as I showered. I had hardly slept all night, dreading what I was going to have to do this morning. After I dried myself off, it was time. I was going to have to wear *them*. The lacy black bra and panty set that Rene had made me purchase the day before. I took a deep breath as I looked at the skimpy panties.

They were thong style, and what material there was in the front was almost see-through. All the lacy trim and everything made them look like they'd be so exciting if someone like Cellia wore them. But I was going to have to put them on *me*. I put my legs through the holes, and started to pull them up onto me. I was used to full boxers, not these little things! It was just like a little ribbon or string on the sides, and so little in the back!

When they were in place, I felt so embarrassed. In front, they were so tight against me, squishing me uncomfortably. And in back, they rode up, and it felt like I had something stuck back there. They were definitely designed for a man to wear, and they felt awful. How was I going to go around in them all day? With every step I took, I'd notice them, and hate them even more.

Next, I picked up the bra. It too had the same lacy trim, the same semitransparent material. It had a little bow tied in the front between the cups. It was with great trepidation that I put my arm through the loop for the first time, and started to pull it on. I put my other arm through. Now it was time to fasten it up in the back.

Problem! It was hard! How did chicks do it, and make it look so easy? I had to try again and again just the get the first thingie into the little loop. I craned my neck. I tried looking back over my shoulder into the mirror. It was more luck than anything when I got the first one to go. Then I struggled over and over to get the second one, but I did it faster.

Now I was standing there wearing the bra and panty set, and I felt completely ridiculous. The panties looked awful, and the bulge in them looked so out of place. The bra looked all wrong on me too, with the size of my shoulders. The cups hung loose and empty. I didn't have breasts! I shouldn't have to wear a bra! I quickly pulled on my white undershirt to cover myself up.

I was horrified to see that the black showed right through my undershirt. I selected a colored dress shirt to go over the top, to minimize any chance that anybody could see through it. I pulled on my pants, and now you couldn't even tell that I had the bra on. But *I* knew. And I was terrified that someone might discover it. I swore that I'd keep my suit jacket on all day long, just in case.

I put on my tie, socks, shoes, and jacket. I combed my hair, and went downstairs for a quick bite and a cup of coffee, before I drove into work. I took a deep breath as I walked through Rene's door. I was sure that she'd want to inspect me. She was on the phone, and she made me stand there waiting for a long time again. I hated how she did that! It made me feel so unimportant, like I was nothing.

"Shut the door" she at last said to me. "Come over here. Take your jacket off. Unbutton your shirt half way. Show me what you have on up there. I can tell by the way you're walking that you have the panties on."

I felt a wave of panic and fear. She could tell by how I walked? What if someone else had noticed? I felt so scared as I unbuttoned my shirt. She put her hand on my shoulder, and felt the strap going over it.

"Tell me" she said, "How do you like wearing a bra?"

"I don't" I said, in all honesty.

"That's too bad" she sighed.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you're going to wear one *every* day from now on."

I looked at her feeling even more helpless. Every day? This wasn't a one-time thing to embarrass me, but a permanent change to my wardrobe? You can't imagine how that felt.

"And the panties too?" I said.

"Of course, dearie. I've ordered several sets for you. They'll be arriving by mail at your house. You might as well throw away any boxers or briefs you own; from now on, you'll always be in panties. Of course, you can sleep braless if you want. Many women do."

I wasn't 'many women'! I resented that so much.

"Now lets get down to business, shall we?" she said. "I have a few things for you to do. Sharpen my pencils. Write down all of the information on my white board, then wash it off thoroughly. My trash needs to be emptied. Call Johnson, and schedule a 2:30 meeting for me. Find an open conference room, and block off the time. I'll expect you to be there, so you can take notes for me. I have six letters I've dictated. Print them out, address the envelopes, and make sure they're in the mail before the last pickup time at 3:00."

"But I'll be in the meeting with you at 3:00" I said.

"Then you had better get them done before 2:30, hadn't you?" she replied curtly.

"Yes Ms. Hunter" I said, trying not to sound sarcastic. "And will there be anything else?"

"Yes" she said. "For lunch today, go to The Garden Cafe, and bring me a turkey pita. You will have the garden salad. Have my lunch here at 11:45, sharp. No excuses."

"Yes, Ms. Hunter" I said, as I scrambled to get started. That was a lot of work, and very little time. I grumbled to myself. She was treating me as if I was her secretary or something, not a senior analyst! I felt so low as I called Johnson to schedule a meeting for her. And I felt hyperaware of the bra I had on beneath my clothes.

But the worst part of my morning came as I was washing off her white board. I sprayed it with the cleaner, then used a white paper towel to wipe it off clean. As I worked, she chatted on the phone about one of the letters I had just typed up for her.

"Yes" she said, "I had my girl take care of that. She put it in the mail today, so you should be receiving it tomorrow."

Her girl? She? Rene was referring to me! How could she do that? I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was starting to become clear now: she had me shave off all my body hair. Now I was to wear a bra and panties all the time. She referred to me as 'her girl'. Rene had some sort of evil plan. She was trying to make me feel like a woman. She was going to teach me her twisted lesson, by trying to turn me into a girl! How could she do that to me?

I went to The Garden Cafe, a ten minute drive from the office, and picked up our lunches. I was sure to make it back with time to spare. I walked into her office at 11:44. I waited the one minute, almost to taunt her, and I placed her food on her desk at 11:45, exactly. She smiled, and told me to take my lunch break now too.

As we ate, she again wanted to chat about what this sister said about that cousin, and all this stuff I just didn't care about. I just nodded and ate, although sometimes she asked about my family, and I had to tell her what she wanted to know. When lunch was over, she pointed to the door.

"Close the door" she ordered.

I did as she asked. I didn't like her closed door meetings. They always meant something bad for me.

"I placed a gift for you in your desk drawer" she said. "The bottom left one."

I wondered why she would be giving me a gift. I opened up the drawer, and looked down. My heart stopped. Inside, there were two *things* that looked like a woman's breast, including a big nipple. They were only about two inches thick, but I immediately knew what she was going to ask of me.

"Your bra seems so sad, with nothing to support" she said. "I bought you those, so you'd have a little something to hold up. There is a special glue for them, which will keep them from sliding around. Take your shirt off, and put them on. Now."

I looked at her with helpless, sad eyes. She pointed. I didn't have to be told twice. The termination papers were still there on the edge of her desk, where I could see them. I took off my jacket, undid my tie, and then unbuttoned my shirt. I loosened my belt, removed my dress shirt, and then pulled my undershirt off, showing her the bra I had on.

"Take off your bra, and hand it to me" she said.

I struggled to get it off. It was as hard to remove as it was to get on! I had taken them off of women before, but never off of myself! I finally got it off, and handed it to her.

"Ah, d-cups" she said. "You will buy all of your other bras in that size."

I felt like crying again, as I took the little fake breasts and applied the glue, like the instructions said. I held them in place for a few moments, to let the glue dry. Then I let go. They stayed in place. Now it looked like I had little pointy breasts on my chest! No! I felt so upset.

"You understand now, that I am turning you into a girl" said Rene. "Gradually, over the next few months I will feminize you more and more, until one day, even you will think you're a girl. You've objectified women, staring at their bodies on your computer. I am going to teach you how it feels to be a woman, and how it feels to be looked at by a man."

She took the bra, and started to put it on me, as she continued to talk.

"That's right dearie, you're becoming a girl" she said, as she started to fasten my bra up. "You are going to learn how to look like a woman, how to act like a woman, and how to *feel* like one. Right now I am treating you like dirt because you are a man. As you move towards femininity, I will treat you with more respect, and as more of a peer. You control your own future. You can be a despised man, relegated to the role of secretary, or you can be a senior analyst again. A *female* one at that."

"What makes you think I won't just quit?" I said, as I prepared myself to grab my things and run.

"The fact that I have that camera on my desk, and I now have photos of you wearing a bra, gluing on breast forms, and such. Don't even think about grabbing the camera; the recordings were already transmitted to a remote server. Even if you smashed my computer, they pictures would still be somewhere else that you don't know. Maybe I put them onto two sites, to be careful? You'll never know."

"You're going to blackmail me?" I asked, stunned.

"No dear. I'd only do that if you threatened me. And you're not going to, are you? If you were to go to the Human Resources department and complain about me for example, I'd be forced to show them your photos. Do you want people to see you with boobs?"

"No" I said, as I held back the tears.

"Then be a good girl. Do as I say, and I will treat you well. Cross me, and you will be *so* sorry."

I wanted to tell her that I was sorry already, but I held my tongue. Now she had even more leverage against me. She had photos that would ruin me, if anyone saw them. I was trapped now. Before I was uncertain of what her plans were, but now I knew. And knowing was even worse. I didn't want to be gradually feminized! I didn't want to end up as a woman! But I had no options but to do as she said.

"Did you get all of your tasks done?" she asked me.

"Yes, Ms. Hunter" I said, my voice shaky.

"Good girl" she replied. "Now get your clothes back on. We have a meeting to attend."

"But what if someone... notices?" I asked.

"Oh, they won't" she replied. "Your boobs are too small still."

Still. As if I was going to have bigger ones? I didn't like the sound of that at all. The though of myself with *any* sized of breasts on my chest was bad enough. But the thought of having big ones? That was terrible!

"Oh, of course you know that you will *always* wear your new breast forms into the office, unless I tell you otherwise" she said.

"Yes Ms. Hunter" I said as I put my shirt back on, and buttoned it up.

"And you will not cut your hair or your nails again, until further notice."

"Yes Ms. Hunter" I replied as I fastened my belt. I was dressed again, but I prayed that nobody could see the breasts I had on now.

"Come now dearie. It is time for our meeting. Of course, you will not say a single word, even if you know the answer, unless I specifically tell you. You will be seen, but not heard. It is your job to take notes for me, not to talk. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Ms. Hunter" I said, feeling so small and so low.

I was completely humiliated as I followed her down the hall, and into the meeting room I had scheduled. Johnson seemed surprised to see me in the meeting. As he started to talk, I realized that he was looking at one of the accounts that *I* owned. This was my area of expertise! Time and again as Rene talked to him, I knew the answers better than either of them. But I didn't say a word; I just wrote down notes.

I barely slept all night once I got home. I had nightmares of going around with big breasts on my chest, and trying to hide them from view as everyone stared at me. I was all bleary eyed in the morning, as I got dressed for work. I put on the breast forms, my bra, my panties. I stared at myself in the mirror when I had my shirt on. I could see the little mounds on my chest. I felt like crying. This was the worst feeling in the world, the sense that I was being forced to become a woman.

I had a strange tingle between my legs, as I felt myself being emasculated like this. It felt so awful, like a part of me was being taken away. And the helplessness of it all was devastating inside. I always thought I was a strong person, with an iron heart, able to avoid emotions. At my divorce proceedings, I hadn't felt a thing. But today, I felt like crying. Somehow, all of this had broken me on the inside in a way, and I felt so emotional. Even my inner self was betraying me now. I was going emotional, as if I already was a woman.

When I showed up for work, Rene made me stand there for twenty minutes before she acknowledged me.

"Open up your coat, let me see your boobs" she said.

I did as she asked.

"Very nice, although a bit small, don't you think?"

She giggled, but I kept a stony face. I thought they were too big! How dare she act as if this was funny.

"Close the door" she ordered.

Uh-oh, time for something bad. She had me open up the desk drawer, so I could see what my present was for the day. I was a little compact, that contained a peach colored powder.

"Your first makeup" she said. "Take it, and dab a little bit of it on your face like this."

Rene showed me how to apply it. Just a little, not enough to be noticeable. Yet. I had a feeling that as they days went on, she would give me more and more things like this that I would have to wear.

"Let see now" she said. "You've got boobs. You're wearing a bra to support them. You've got panties on. And you're wearing makeup. Those aren't things a man does, are they?"

"No" I was forced to admit.

"And since *you* do have boobs, you are wearing a bra and panties, then that must mean you're not a man. Tell me that you're not a man anymore."

"I'm not a man anymore" I said, barely getting the words out of my mouth.

"That's right dearie. You are *not* a man anymore. That must mean that you already are a woman. Tell me that you're a woman now."

"I'm a woman now" I said, my voice shaky and weak.

"Again, louder like you mean it!"

"I am a woman now" I said.

"That's right. You are a woman. But it certainly would feel strange to go around calling a woman 'Bill'. That just isn't a fitting name for a woman is it?"

"No" I whispered.

"Tell me that you need a girl's name, because now you're one of *us*."

"I'm one of you now" I said. "A girl. So I need a girl's name."

"Good girl, Cindi" she said.

"Cindi?" I replied.

"Yes. With an 'i'. That makes you seem perkier. When we are in public, I will not use a name for you. But in private, you will answer to the name Cindi from now on. You will not react to 'Bill' anymore. That is someone else. You're no longer a man; now you're a woman, and your name is Cindi. Now tell me who you are!"

"Cindi" I said. "I am Cindi."

"Very good, Cindi" she said. "Now that you're a girl, and not a rotten man, I can treat you better. Would you please go to the cafeteria, and bring me a cup of hot tea? Here's some change. Buy yourself one too, while you're at it, Cindi."

"Yes Ms. Hunter" I said. "Thank you."

I walked down the hall, wondering if everyone could see the makeup on my face, or my little boobs. I was going to have to answer to 'Cindi' now. I had just told Rene that I wasn't a man anymore, and I had told her I was a woman. What had I gotten myself into? I got the tea for us, and returned to Rene's office. I put her cup on her desk, then went to sit down at my own.

"Thank you Cindi" she said. "I need some letters typed up. Would you please work on that for now?"

"Yes Ms. Hunter" I replied.

At least it was nice to have her treat me with some respect, and ask nicely now, instead of ordering me around. I could see what she was doing. The old "carrot and stick" routine. Punish me for being a man, reward me for being a woman. Make me *want* to be a woman. I wouldn't let that happen! I would never give up on myself like that.

* * *

The weekend was a welcomed break from work. However, Rene gave me 'homework', which turned out to be a pile of fashion magazines. In addition, she reminded me that I was going to need to shave myself weekly, particularly my legs. How awful that was going to be! As I looked at the glossy pages with all the models, it scared me to see how they dressed. Was she going to make me do that too? And all the tips on makeup. I didn't want my eyes to look like ones on the girls in the magazines! I thought about my favorite porn star pictures. I didn't want to end up looking like *them*!

On Monday, I went into the office, and one of my fears came true: Rene had bought something for me that I was going to have to wear around the office. A pair of women's shoes. They were 'flats', so at least they didn't have a heel. But they were definitely note styled for a man. Now from my experience, men didn't notice or care about what shoes you had one. One day, I had accidentally worn a brown shoe with a black shoe. Not one man noticed, nor said a word. But the women did.

That day, many of them told me I had made a mistake. And so, I knew that as soon as I went around the office in the new pair of flats, the men wouldn't blink, but the women would know. And once one woman knew, she'd tell her friends. They'd tell others. By the end of the day, they'd all know I was going around in flats.

I tried as much as possible to stay in Rene's office that day, but of course she had me run one errand after another, making sure that I was out in the halls as much as possible. She even had me run some things over to 'another secretary'. I was sure it was so that she'd be sure to see my shoes.

"And Cindi" said Rene at the end of the day, "You of course will wear *only* these shoes to work, until further notice."

"Yes Ms. Hunter" I said, as I felt a shiver up and down my spine.

Everything she was doing to me was subtle and not really noticeable. But I sure knew it!

* * *

My new shoe were kind of tight. And so my feet were sore. I guess I should have seen it coming the next day, when I opened up my drawer, and found a pair of knee high nylons to wear. They were very dark brown. They'd be much thinner than the black socks I now wore, and that would help with my shoes. But what if someone *saw* them on me? I'd die.

I took off my socks and pulled on the knee-highs with great dread and fear. The shoes did fit better, but now I was paranoid about anyone seeing my ankles. I lowered my pants a bit, so they were almost touching the floor. I could hide the knee-highs when I stood; I'd just have to be extra careful when I sat down.

"Remember, a woman always keeps her knees together when she sits" said Rene, as if she was a mother teaching her daughter.

"Thank you, Ms. Hunter" was I all I could say. It was just one more thing to try to remember doing.

On Wednesday, my 'gift' was a bottle of clear coat for nailpolish.

"Put it on now" ordered Rene. "It will help keep your nails strong, so they don't break as they grow long."

It smelled so bad as I put it on. When it dried, my nails were so shiny. I was sure that the girls in the office would notice for sure! I tried to hide my hands as much as possible, but I was sure that they saw. Was it my imagination, or were they all staring at me whenever I walked by now? I thought I heard whispering and giggles sometimes, but when I approached someone, they'd pretend to be busy. As soon as I walked away, I could swear that I heard laughter again. I felt so humiliated.

Thursday however was something different for me. Instead of a 'thing' in the desk drawer for me, Rene had placed a glossy picture from a magazine of a woman in a business suit.

"Cindi, you'd look dynamite in those pants she has on" she said. "They're on sale today only. I want you to go now, before they get crowded, and buy yourself a pair just like the ones in the advert."

I swallowed hard. Buy myself pants like those? The buying part would be embarrassing; the *wearing* of them would be worse. They weren't overtly feminine or anything, but they were made for a woman. They flared out wider at the bottom, and with the way they were cut, I was sure that any woman would notice I had them on, even if the men wouldn't.

"Get going!" said Rene. "Oh, and while you're out, could you please pick up my wash at the dry cleaners? Here's my car keys. If you could, please hang up my clothes in the back. Thanks so much!"

"No problem, Ms. Hunter" I said.

This was so strange; she was treating me kindly, now that she had established the fact that I was no longer a man. I didn't like being a woman and having to dress as one, but her treatment was at least much better than what I had to deal with earlier in the week! I drove over to the dry cleaners, and picked up her things. I hung them in the back of her car, from the hook on the side by the window. Then I drove to the mall.

The store was easy to find; it was right at the end of the mall. I walked in, and saw on the signs three departments: women's, juniors, and misses. I didn't know which one I was, so I carefully watched the people. Obviously, I wasn't a junior. The so-called "women's" department looked to be the big sizes for heavyset women. So I went to the last remaining alternative.

There, I looked around until I found a mannequin dressed in the outfit like the picture I held. As I stood there wondering what size I needed, and how I could try it on without much notice, I heard a familiar voice.

"Why hello, funny running into you here!" said a female voice.

I turned, and I was shocked to see Cellia. The salesgirl from the lingerie store! She had a skirt in her hand, which she was holding up in front of her to see how it might fit. I was embarrassed to run into someone I know. I kind of froze, not knowing what to say.

"Hi Cellia" was all I could muster.

She looked at me, then smiled.

"Now I may be way off base here," she said, "and I certainly don't want to embarrass you or anything, but here you are shopping for clothing in the misses section."

I froze, unable to speak.

"And you *are* wearing lady's shoes."

I nodded. I didn't like where this was going. But she had caught me. I couldn't explain my way out of it.

"It's okay" she said, sensing my unease. "I have a lot male of shoppers at my store, who buy things for themselves. It doesn't bother me. I just wanted to see if you needed help with the sizes. I know its all confusing for a man looking at girl's clothing."

I nodded. She knew. There was no denying it. I might as well admit it, and get her help. Better someone kind and understanding like her, instead of some saleswoman with an attitude.

"I'm glad you're strong enough to admit that you're looking for yourself. Now lets see what you've picked out."

"I just want the pants" I said.

"Nice" she replied. "You're going to wear them to work, aren't you?"

"Yes" I said.

"Do you have on your lingerie I sold you right now?"

"Actually, its another set I bought" I replied.

"What color?"

"Pink"

"Nice."

I couldn't believe I was having this conversation! I stared at the rack of pants, not knowing what to do. Cellia took a tape measure off the counter, and quickly figured out my waist size and the length of my legs. She dug through the rack, and handed me a pair.

"Go try them on" she said.

"But someone will see me!"

"I'll guard the door, and keep anyone away. Go!"

I went into the changing room, and nervously took off my pants. I tried on the new ones. They didn't fit as well as mine, because they weren't designed for a body with my shape. But they did fit. I took them off, and quickly put my own back on. As I did it, I heard a voice outside the curtain!

"That's okay, she's with me" said Cellia. "She's very shy. If you wouldn't mind leaving her alone. She'll buy from you, but you need to give her some space."

"I see" said another woman's voice.

I heard the click of heels on the hardwood floor. Cellia had chased off a saleswoman that had come over to see about me going into the changing room. What a close call! I was so glad that she was here to help me.

"Well?" she asked.

"Fit like a charm" I said. "Thank you. Can I buy you a coffee or something, as way of saying thanks?"

"That sounds nice" she said.

I paid for the pants, then walked with Cellia to the mall, where we found a coffee shop. We sat down and sipped our lattes together.

"You know where I work" she said. "How about you? What do you do for a living?"

"I work in the big tower on 3rd Avenue" I said. "I guess you could call me a personal administrative assistant right now."

"You don't like the term 'secretary'?" she said.

"Not really" I replied, looking down.

"I like your nails" she said. "Very well kept. Have you ever had a manicure?"

"No" I said.

"You should have one. I know a girl who is very good. She does it out of her house. You wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing you. I have several male customers who go to her. Let me give you her card."

"Okay" I said, although I had no intention of getting a manicure, and getting my nails painted! I made small talk with Cellia. I was almost flirting, but she kept a distance. I guess she wasn't interested in a man who dressed up as a woman. I longed to tell her the truth, but how could I do that?

"Maybe I'll see you again some time soon" I said.

"That would be nice" she replied. "Come by the shop before we open if you'd like. I'm there almost every day, and I'll let you in, so nobody has to see you looking around. Or come after we close. Either way."

"Thank you so much" I said. "I will do that some time soon."

"Bye-bye!" she said, as she turned and left.

I had such mixed emotions. She was acting like I was a friend to her. A girlfriend. I didn't want to be her girlfriend! I wanted to be her lover.

Back at the office, Rene had me show her the pants. She liked them, and praised me for my work, even though all I had done was shopping and picking up the dry-cleaning.

"Of course, you'll wear these tomorrow" she said, as if it was just a trifle.

"Yes, Ms. Hunter" I said.

We got down to business, and the day went by quickly. Before I left, Rene had one more task for me.

"You know, I was thinking" she said. "When you wear those pants tomorrow, your body doesn't quite have the right shape. So I'm going to move up tomorrow's task to this evening. I want you to go out and buy yourself a body shaper. It will help tuck in your tummy, accentuate your curves, and give you a better overall shape. One like this. Come in with that on tomorrow, as well as your pants. I think you'll do much better that way.

"Yes, Ms. Hunter" I said.

Luckily, Cellia had made me the offer about shopping after her shop closed. I gave her a call, and told her I'd be coming over. She let me in the back door, so nobody would have to see me. She showed me around, and helped me select a thing called a corselet. While I was there, she also sold me on a couple more pairs of panties (more comfortable than the thongs I had before!), and some new bras. I paid for it all, and thanked her again.

Tomorrow, I'd have to wear my new things, and I dreaded every moment of it.

* * *

I did my new normal routine. Shower. Shave. Attach my breast forms. Put on my bra and panties. But now, I had to put on the corselet. It was quite tight and supportive. It struggled against my body, attempting to coax my waist to a smaller size, while pushing everything out to my hips. There was some padding down there as well, and as I stared at myself, I realized that it was going to look like I had curves, even if just a little. This also seemed to have the effect of making my little breasts look bigger, which was quite frightening!

Now I put on my knee-high nylons, before pulling on my white T-shirt and my blue dress shirt. I pulled up the new pants, and noted that they fit better, now that I had the body shaper on. I stepped into my flats, and it was frightening to realize that the only thing I had on that was made for a man was my shirt. Otherwise, from head to toe, I was dressed up as a woman. I hadn't even really thought about it like that before; with her adding things in one at a time, it just hit me all of a sudden just how much I was dressed up like a girl! Just one garment kept me from being in 100% female clothes.

I shuddered as I put on my light covering of makeup. I put on my tie and my jacket, and I drove into the office. Rene seemed very pleased at how I looked, but I wasn't quite sold on the concept. I felt so strange, knowing that I was dressed up so much as a girl. I got more of the stares and hidden laughs from people as I passed by.

"Nice pants" said one woman, in a tone that wasn't unkind.

"Thanks" I said. "Yours are nice too."

"Same brand" she said.

I smiled, but hurried away from her. Women *did* notice these types of things. By now, I bet that every single one of them knew about how I was dressing. And they would certainly have told some of the guys.

"I guess you *really* want to follow in Rene's footsteps" said one guy who I had thought was a friend back before this began. I ignored him, and hurried over to my desk. I buried myself in my work, so I wouldn't have to think about what everyone was saying about me.

Rene invited me to go out to lunch with her and a few friends. I accepted, wanting to get away from the office. It turned out that the other two friends she met for lunch were also women. One was the CFO, and the other was the VP of finance. They didn't say anything about my clothes; it was all talk about friends, family, their husbands, and such. They treated me as if I was one of *them*. I felt so comfortable with the lunch group. I most certainly couldn't have had lunch with the guys anymore! They would be merciless, and pick on me to no end.

* * *

I dread going into the office on Monday. I knew that Rene would have something else for me to wear, and I felt like I was rapidly losing myself. I mean, as I dressed for work, I put on my bra as if it was nothing! I was getting to the point where it felt normal to wear one, and I could quickly put it on, without a struggle. What kind of man was I, that I was letting her run my life like this? Oh yeah, a man who had been caught doing something bad at work, and was under the threat of blackmail if I didn't do exactly what she said.

I drive in to work, wondering if the other drivers on the road looked at me, and knew that I was being turned into a woman. Or was I still able to hide it? What if she made me wear something that would be a dead giveaway? I was almost in tears when I walked into the office. I went inside, and saw that Rene was already there. It was funny; I was thinking of the desk in *her* office as *mine* now. She had me totally twisted and off-balance.

"Good morning, Cindi. How was your weekend?" she asked pleasantly.

"Very nice and restful" I replied. "And how was yours, Ms. Hunter?"

"Just fine Cindi, but I'm still tired this morning. Would you please go get me a coffee? I'll pay for one for you too."

"Thank you, Ms. Hunter" I said, as she opened her purse and handed me some money. How long before she'd make me carry one of those too? I walked down the hall, and passed a woman wearing heels and a tight skirt. Was she going to make me do that one day? I'd just die of embarrassment when everyone saw me, if I had to do that. I was dreading my return to my desk. What would be in the drawer today?

I returned with our coffees, and I looked over the to-do list that Ms. Hunter had prepared for me. I wouldn't have to work too hard; it was a lighter list than normal on this day. Now for the moment of truth. I took a deep breath to prepare myself (as usual), and opened the drawer. There was a single glossy picture from a magazine. A picture of a woman's face.

"I don't understand Ms. Hunter" I told her. "What am supposed to do?"

"You'll go out with me for a long lunch" she replied. "We're going to see my stylist."

As in hair dresser? The woman in the picture had pretty short hair, for a woman. But she still looked pretty. I studied all of the makeup on her face. She had fully red lips, pink cheeks, and lots of stuff on her eyes. Was it just a matter of time before I had to do that too? I shuddered. I had hoped to think of a way out of this path that Ms. Hunter had me on, but I couldn't think of anything. I was stuck, forced to do whatever *she* wanted. She was turning me into Cindi, and I could do nothing to stop her.

When it was time for lunch, my knees felt weak. We were about to go out. What was her stylist going to do to me? My hair was somewhat shaggy, but not exactly long. I wore it parted over from the left side, as I had since I was a kid. I rode in the car with Ms. Hunter, listening to her CD of Joni Mitchell. It was only a ten minute drive, but it felt like an hour to me.

I was surprised though when we pulled up to a house, not a salon.

"What's this?" I asked.

"My stylist works out of her house" said Ms. Hunter. "She gets paid in cash. The tax man doesn't know all that she earns."

Ms. Hunter gave me a wicked smile. We both knew that her stylist had come up with a good way to cheat the system. I smiled back.

We went inside, after knocking on the door. We were greeted by a woman with curly platinum blonde hair, that covered part of her left eye in a way that made her look inviting and mysterious at the same time. She wore a tight black sweater, which really made the shape of her breasts stand out. I was glad I didn't need to have something tight on to show off the little ones *I* had! Her black pants looked to be painted on, as they followed her curves. Under different circumstances, I might have been inclined to flirt with this chick too. Why did I keep meeting hotties, only when I was in no position to go after them? First Cellia, then this one!

"Hi, Rene!" she said in a perky voice, before she turned to me. "Hello, I'm Janis."

"Hi..." I started, almost using my real name out of habit, but Ms. Hunter gave me a harsh glare to warn me. "...I'm Cindi."

"Nice to meet you Cindi" said Janis. "Rene has told me all about you. Take off that jacket of yours and have a seat here, and lets see what we can do to help you."

Help me? How was this going to help me? And Ms. Hunter had told her all about me? I didn't like this at all. Now one more person who I hardly knew was onto the fact that I was dressing up like a woman. I nervously took off my jacket. What if she could see my little breasts? But she probably knew about those too already, thanks to Ms. Hunter. I glumly sat down, as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"Show Janis the photo of how you want your hair, Cindi" said Ms. Hunter.

I handed her the glossy picture.

"Yes, I think I can give you something like this look" she said. "Of course, you'll need to let your hair grow out longer Cindi. I can do so much more with it if you let it get longer."

"Don't worry" said Ms. Hunter. "She will let it get nice and long, so you can make it look as pretty as possible."

"Good" said Janis, as she wrapped one of those things around me like you get at the barber's chair, so the hair that gets cut doesn't get on your clothes. She then sprayed my hair with a mist of water, and she combed it all straight down, instead of in a part.

"We'll start by giving you bangs" she said. "I'll show you how to use something to make your hair spikier, so it stands up, like in the photograph. I'll just need to trim a few places. I won't be able to give you the little wispy hairs hanging down by her ears, because your hair isn't long enough yet. But next time you see me, I'll get you closer to hers. Now sit back and relax. This won't take long."

I was overcome that that feeling again, of being totally powerless, as Janis transformed my hair into a more feminine style. She sprayed some kind of foam out of a can, and worked it through my hair. She showed me how to use a brush to get my hair standing up more, making it look fuller. In the front, I now had bangs, like in the picture. The more feminine hair style made my whole face look different. I shuddered. When I went into the office like this, everyone would know. There would be no hiding *this*.

"And don't forget the eyebrows" said Ms. Hunter.

Eyebrows? What was she going to do to those? I hadn't realized that she had planned on doing that to me as well! I sat there helplessly as Janis gave my eyebrows a wax job (ouch!), then plucked some hairs until she was satisfied.

"There Cindi. How do you like the results?" she said, handing me a mirror.

I looked at myself, and I was stunned. My eyebrows weren't exactly bushy before, but they were full enough. Now they started out wider in the middle, but tapered down narrower towards the outside. They also seemed to be arched more than before, and my face just looked so different with them being done that way. Add to that my new hair style, and I felt like my whole face looked different.

"She'd look pretty with earrings" said Janis. "I could pierce her ears too."

"No, not today. We need to get back to the office" said Ms. Hunter, much to my relief. "I'll buy a couple of cans of the mousse for her though."

What was mousse? Oh. When I saw the can, I realized it was the foam stuff that Janis had used on my hair.

We stopped for a quick bite on the way home. As usual, she ordered for me too. I ate my little salad and watercress pita pocket, as we talked about goings on in the office. I realized that she was talking to me like she did with the girls we ate lunch with the other day. She was treating me as if I was one of the office girls!

When we returned, and I walked down the hall, I had three different woman smile at me as I passed by. But I heard several men snicker or laugh, as soon as I passed by.

"I like your hair" said one woman, as I neared Ms. Hunter's office. "Its very pretty."

"Thank you" I replied, as I hurried into the safety of the office. I didn't want to go out in the halls again! Now everybody knew for sure that I was becoming a woman. I was so upset! But I had work to do. Unfortunately, most of it involved going somewhere, and doing something. I couldn't hide myself.

When the day was over, I felt humiliated. But the worst part came after I arrived home. I took off my work clothes, and put on a pair of jeans, along with a sweatshirt. I went to cook myself dinner, and I passed my reflection in the hall mirror. I stopped and gasped. With my new hair, even in men's clothes, I still didn't look 100% like *me*. I now had a slightly feminine appearance, even in my own clothes. There would be no hiding it now, even from myself. Even on weekends. I could never be normal again.

* * *

Tuesday morning I had one more major job on my checklist: doing my hair. Before, it just took a minute (if that) to comb it after I showered. But now, I had to style it with the 'mousse'. I got it pretty good, but not as good as Janis did it. I guessed this would take practice too. As if I *wanted* to get good at styling my hair!

I went into work dreading what would be next. If she was willing to do something so obvious and overt, what would stop her from making me wear a skirt or heels? My hand was shaking as I opened up the drawer in my desk. It was almost a relief (in a twisted, perverted way!), when I saw that she had bought me a new pair of breast forms, in b-cup size. Larger, but not huge. I could still hide them well enough under my jacket. But if she had just moved me up one size, she would be sure to move me up again in the future.

I put them in, and tried to see if I noticed any difference in the mirror. It was hard to say. But in any case, I didn't like the fact that I now had larger breasts inside my bra! I could feel them brushing against the insides of my arms as I sat down to type a letter for Ms. Hunter. They were well enough hidden for now, but on Tuesday, there was a small problem. The item she had for me was a women's top. A blouse I suppose. It was white, and kind of frilly on the cuffs. It felt really soft. I noticed it wasn't as long as my dress shirt.

"Women wear their tops *over* their pants, not tucked in" instructed Ms. Hunter. "Oh, and you won't be needing your undershirt either. That will have to go."

"Why?" I asked.

"Do you see any of the girls here wearing one?" she said.

"No" I had to reply.

"Then you won't either. Now try on your new blouse. It will look very pretty on you. I'll leave the room so you can have some privacy as you change."

She left the room, and I closed the blinds. I took off my jacket, and then undid my tie. I unbuttoned my green dress shirt, and undid my pants so I could pull it out. Now I took off my T-shirt. I now only had my bra on, with its cups moderately full from the new b-cup breast forms. I was going to have to wear the blouse now, which was bad enough. But I was also losing one layer, which was going to make it harder to hide the mounds on my chest.

I put on the blouse, and it barely reached down to my pants, only covering an inch of them or so.

"Is it safe to enter?" asked Ms. Hunter.

"Yes" I said.

She looked at me and smiled warmly.

"That looks very pretty on you Cindi. I like it much better."

"Thanks" I said, without really meaning it. "But how am I supposed to wear my tie now?"

She smiled at me again. It me feel so powerless, like she was about to make me do something I really didn't want to.

"Do the *other* girls around the office wear ties?" she asked.

"No, Ms. Hunter" I said in a weak voice.

"Then neither do you. Just button up your blouse at the top. No tie. Just like all the other girls here."

Without a tie, and without the undershirt, you could now clearly see the outline of my bra! I looked down at myself, then I looked to her for help. But none was coming.

"You look very pretty, Cindi" she said.

"Thank you Ms. Hunter, but look at me! You can see that I'm wearing a bra!"

"I certainly hope so! We wouldn't want you going around without one. Your boobs would show right through!"

That wasn't what I meant, and she knew it. She had been acting so friendly to me. How could she be so cruel?

"I tell you what. You can wear your jacket for now. At lunch, we'll go shopping and buy you one that matches your pants. If you wear your jacket, you'll help hide the view of your boobs."

"Oh thank you Ms. Hunter" I said, feeling so relieved. She *was* being kind to me. My heart just melted. She was saving me from being totally humiliated in front of the whole office. She *did* care about me. She really was my friend.

And so on Thursday, when I opened my drawer and found that my present for the day was a new pair of shoes with a pointier toe and a little bit of a heel, I didn't hesitate to try them on. With my new jacket that matched my pants, and my new blouse, I guess I felt rather *special* once I donned the heels.

All of the girls in the office were making a big fuss over me. They all wanted to be my friend. I had lunches planned every day of the week, going out with various groups of girls. I was making a lot of friends with them! I guessed that all of the guys were jealous, because none of them would even speak to me. Well I didn't care; I loved all of the female attention I was getting now!

On Friday, Ms. Hunter had a wonderful gift for me in the drawer: a makeup kit. There was lipstick, mascara, eye shadow, rouge, and much more. I looked at it all, not sure what to do.

"We'll just start with a little bit of lipstick today" said Ms. Hunter. "Each day, we'll add one more thing, until you gradually learn how to use it all properly. I recommend that you go out and buy some magazines like Glamour that will help you learn how to make your face look prettier."

"Thank you, Ms. Hunter" I said, as she showed me how to apply the lipstick. It wasn't a very bright color, and you'd barely notice I had it on. But *I* knew.

* * *

I spent all weekend as a girl. I was tired of having to always wash my new blouse every day, and have it ready for work, so I went to the store and bought myself several new outfits. I was also tired of the same pants every single day, so I also purchased a couple of suits from the women's department, a blue chalkstriped one, and a gray one. The saleswomen in the stores were so nice, and so helpful.

Similarly, I went back to Tina's Treasures, and found Cellia. With her help, I picked out several more bras and panties. I also bought more nylons, and she even talked me into buying myself a pretty nightie. I wasn't able to change back to being a man at home anymore, so I might as well sleep in something pretty too.

Ms. Hunter would be proud of me when I came into work on Monday in my new outfit.

Just as I expect, when I showed up, she was so full of praise.

"Why Cindi, that's a lovely outfit! Where did you get that?"

"At the mall. There was a sale on career separates and suits, so I picked out a few things."

"Well you did a wonderful job!"

"Thank you, Ms. Hunter" I said, as I went to the drawer in my desk, to see what present she had bought me on this day. When I looked, I smiled. It was a purse! With all of the things I needed to carry around, my pockets weren't doing the job anymore. I needed somewhere for my makeup and things. And so her gift to me turned out to be the perfect thing.

"Look inside, Cindi" she said.

I looked, and I found that there was a matching change purse, along with a little makeup bag. In the makeup bag was a glass jar of muted pink nail polish, which I immediately took out, and started to apply to my fingernails. When they were dry, I put all of my things into my new purse. Ms. Hunter was so impressed with me that she went out and got our coffee herself! We sat down to drink it, and chat.

"Thanks for the coffee, Ms. Hunter" I said.

"Cindi. Listen. Now that I think of you as a *woman*, I don't feel right having you call me by such a formal name in private. When we're in a meeting, you still need to show me the proper respect. But when we're alone or at lunch, you may call me Rene."

"Thank you, Rene" I said as I smiled. She was so kind to me.

"You're welcome Cindi. Now lets get to work. We have a big meeting this afternoon, and we need to prepare the slide deck."

I put down my coffee, and got right to work.

* * *

It was a whirlwind week for me, with so much work to keep me busy, that I hardly even had time to enjoy the new presents that Ms. Hunter gave me. On Tuesday, she upgraded me to c-cup sized breast forms, and I loved how they really started to fill out my bra. They made me look more like I was a *real* woman, and that made me feel good.

Wednesday, her gift to me was large hoop clip-on earrings, which I gladly put in place.

"We don't have the time today to get your ears pierced, but when you go for your next hair appointment, we can get it done then."

"Or I'll do it at the mall this weekend" I offered.

"Good girl" said Ms. Hunter, as we turned our attention to work. I couldn't take my eyes off the new necklace she was wearing though. It had a pendant on it with four shiny diamonds, each one progressively smaller as they hung down towards her open V-neck shirt. It would be so cool to be able to wear a top like hers! And necklace really drew attention to her boobs. I stuck my chest out. I was still smaller than her, and that made me feel inadequate, in a way.

Ms. Hunter was so good at being observational. She noticed how much I liked her necklace, so on Thursday, I found that she had bought me the same one, along with a couple of rings for my fingers! I was thrilled. I showed her the bracelet I had bought at the mall the night before, along with my women's watch with the little tiny face.

I felt so much like I belonged when I hung out with her and the other girls from the office. So much so, that I wasn't too surprised on Friday when she had an unusual present for me. It was a picture of the logo on the ladies room.

"What is this for?" I asked.

"Cindi, the men around the office don't feel comfortable having a woman use their rest room. From now on, you are to use the ladies room instead. I've asked the girls, and they're all okay with it. You are one of us, and that means you shouldn't go into the rest rooms for the opposite gender."

"I understand. Thank you Ms. Hunter... I mean Rene."

"You're welcome, Cindi" she said, giggling over my slip-up.

I loved it that the women were so accepting of me! As I had noticed before, none of the men would even talk to me now that I looked so pretty and so feminine. But the women were so nice. I was glad that I was one of them now. They were so much better to be with.

* * *

I had a big week the next week, in terms of my progress. On Monday, Rene had bought me a pair of shoes with full two inch heels. I loved how my legs looked at home when I strutted around in the pair of heels I had bought for myself.

"It's too bad" I said. "You can't see any of my leg with these pants on. Its too bad I can't wear cropped pants in the office, like I've been doing at home."

"I can see you've practiced walking in heels" said Ms. Hunter.

"I've been reading the magazines like you asked me to. Most of the models wear heels, so I realized I'd need to learn how to walk in them, if I was going to ever wear anything nice."

Ms. Hunter knew just what I needed: a skirt. On Tuesday, there it was, waiting for me: a gray pencil skirt that matched my jacket. I was so happy when I put it on. With the nylons and the heels, it made my legs look really good! I proudly strutted down the aisles as I went to the printer room to get the report for Ms. Hunter.

I felt even more proud on Thursday, as she finally allowed me to wear full makeup, like the girls in the magazine did. I felt so happy and so free! When I came in the next day and she had new *D* cup sized breast forms for me, I almost flipped. When I put them in, they made me look so much more feminine. With my shoulder size, I needed at least D's to look right. For the first time though, I kind of wished that they were real.

Then on Friday, we had a meeting that would change my life forever.

"Cindi, have a seat" said Ms. Hunter, as she closed the door to her office.

"What can I do for you, Rene?" I asked as I looked down at my bright red nails. Not long enough yet, but getting there.

"Cindi, I know that you've been working with me as my secretary for a while. But I know that you're qualified to do much, much more here at the company. There is an opening in our operations division, for a director. I am going to recommend you for the job. There will be some formalities, buy you *will* get the position. Congratulations Cindi, you're on the fast track towards executive status."

I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Oh Rene, I can't believe this! How.... why....."

"Its simple Cindi. You see, I too am going to be promoted. I am going to head up this division. In two years time, I'll be a VP. When that happens, I'm going to need to assemble an executive staff that I can fully and absolutely trust. People whose loyalty I could never doubt. I will have to pull these people from director level and above. That is why I'm moving you up. When I'm the VP, you will be my right-hand woman."

"I....." I was still too stunned to even say anything intelligible.

"In the Operations division, nobody ever knew a man named Bill. There will be no baggage there. They'll accept you as a woman, right from the start. But there is one thing I am going to have to ask of you."

"What?" I said. "Anything!"

"I want you to start taking these."

She handed me a jar of pills. I looked at the label, then I looked up at her.

"That's right Cindi. These are female hormones. I want you to start taking them right away. I also have here a prescription for them, along with a testosterone blocker. After you've been on these for a few months, we'll be able to get you in for a bb job. Then after a year, we can go in and remove that little growth you have between your legs. Then you'll be a real woman Cindi."

I took the jar from her, took out a pill, and swallowed it down with my coffee.

"Good girl" she said.

Ms. Hunter picked up her phone.

"Send them in" she said.

I looked up, and I was amazed to see who walked in the door. The current head of our division, along with the VP of finance! Both were women, and both powerful figures in our company. They introduced themselves and sat down.

"At one time" said Jane, the VP of finance, "I used to be a man too."

I was shocked. Jane used to be a man? I would never have known it.

"The CEO has dedicated her life to advancing woman and their careers" she continued. "But twice when she went to promote a real woman, when she got to a certain age, her biological clock kicked in, and she left so that she could go have children."

"She needed to find a solution for her dilemma" said Rene. "And she did."

"By taking a man, and turning him into a woman, she found that she'd have a woman who was not only fully loyal only to her, but also one that would never feel her biological clock go off. One that would never be torn between family and the company."

"We need another woman like that" said Rene. "One who will tirelessly work for the company, instead of going out and wasting her time with stupid men who just want her for her body."

"One that won't quit after we've groomed her for success" said Jane.

"One exactly like *you*"

"Me?" I said, not believing what I was hearing.

"Yes" said Jane. "We're making you an offer today. Agree to become a real woman. We will pay for all of your surgeries. We'll give you a nose job, fix your chin, your cheekbones. Give you hips and boobs. Make you become a real woman. In exchange, you'll become a VP, and be on track to one day make the very top levels of the company."

"You've done a wonderful job transitioning" said Rene. "I think of you as a woman already."

"You're already one of *us*. Join with us fully now. Become a woman."

It was an easy decision for me. The men who I had thought were my friends? They had all turned their backs on me. They all seemed to hate me. Meanwhile, the women in the office all flocked to me. They were so kind to me. I would rather be with them, than with the men anyway. I'd rather *be* one of them.

"I'll do it" I said. "I already feel like I am a woman. Lets make it real now."

"I'm so glad you feel that way" said Jane.

It was time to go out and celebrate. Jane took us out to a very fancy place for lunch.

"My niece is going to join us too" she said, as we pulled up in front. We were shown to our table, where I saw there was already a woman sitting there. She looked familiar. She turned to face us, and I was shocked to see who it was: Cellia!

"Cindi!" she said. "I'm so glad to hear the good news."

"Cellia!" I replied. "What are you doing here?"

"Jane is my aunt" she told me.

"Cindi, I placed Cellia in your path when I first sent you to the shop, so you'd have someone to look over you, and help you out."

"Didn't you suspect when I just happened to run into you a couple of times when you were shopping?" she said.

"No!" I replied. "I just thought it was fate."

"Cellia is going to be your femininity consultant" said Jane. "You are going to move in with her. She will teach you many more things about being a woman. You need to learn the proper way to sit, to stand, to walk, to shake hands, and much more. You're going to spend all of your time with her, until she tell us that you are ready to be presented. We will tell everyone at the office that you're in management training. You already know how to do the job; you just need to learn how to be a *woman*."

I couldn't believe it! I was going to move in with Cellia, the woman of my dreams!

"I'm going to make you become just like me" she said.

"I couldn't have a better role model. Unless you count Rene" I said.

Everyone laughed.

Jane ordered expensive champagne, and we all drank a toast.

"To the new woman in our company" she said.

"To the new woman" said everyone.

I clinked glasses with Cellia, and used the champagne to wash down an estrogen pill. I was a woman now, and my life would never be the same....

  

  

  

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