The Job

by Jennifer White

  

Mike needed a new job. His unemployment was running out, and the creditors were all on his case. He was late with several payments, and they were hounding him. It wasn't his fault that unemployment didn't pay that much. After he bought food and beer, and a bit of money to go out gambling with his buddies (or to the local strip club), there wasn't much left to pay the bills. But a man needs to have priorities.

He was looking through the help wanted ads, when he came across one that sounded pretty exciting:

 

Help Wanted: Service Industry job. Includes job training and relocation to NYC. Call 800-HOT-JOBS.

 

That sounded exciting, moving to a big city like that. He didn't know much about the service industry, but he though he remembered that it was like a growing sector of the market or something. And they'd pay for job training.

Not having anything better lined up, he called the number. He could always get trained, then move back home with his new skills, and get a job there if he didn't like the city.

"Hello, Hot Jobs" said the woman who answered the phone.

"Um, yes. I'm calling to ask about your ad in the Sunday paper, about the service industry job in New York?"

"Yes sir, we still have one position available. Are you interested?"

"Of course I am!" he said.

"And you realize that you'll have to relocate to New York for this job?"

"Yes I understand. What do I need to do?"

"Just answer a few questions for us, and I'll fill out your application..." she said.

* * *

 

Mike stepped off the train, and looked around Grand Central Station. Just like he pictured it from all the movies he had seen. He took his bag, and headed towards the exit.

There was a girl standing there, holding a sign with his name. She was dressed in a limo driver uniform, sort of like a tuxedo with long tails. But there wasn't much in the way of pants, more like a Broadway dancer's outfit. Her legs were covered with dark nylons, her feet in six inch stiletto heels. Her pretty face was surrounded by long straight blond hair, and she was very well endowed in the chest area. She wore makeup, had long painted nails...she was gorgeous!

"Mike?" she said. "Mike?"

"Oh, yes, sorry. I've never seen a girl as beautiful as you, and I was sort of gaping there, wasn't I?"

"I'm here to pick you up" she said. "Come with me."

"Oh, you just say that to all the guys" he replied. She showed him to a waiting limo, with an open trunk. She put his bag in the trunk and opened the door for him. He was surprised when she got in the back with him, instead of going up front to drive. There was dark glass, so you couldn't see the limo driver. But the car started to move.

"Would you like a drink?" said the girl, pointing to the little bar.

"Um, a beer would be nice" he said.

She got a beer for him, a glass of white wine for herself, and she brought it over to him. He was surprised when she sat down right next to him, touching his leg with hers. She put her arm around him. Now this was a welcome!

All the way on the ride (he completely lost track of where they were), she paid attention to him, told him how handsome he was, and made him feel wonderful. When the arrived, she put her arm around him, and walked with him into the building.

A woman in a business suit walked up to them, and shook Mike's hand.

"Ah Mike, I'm glad you made it. We're excited to have you here with us" she said.

"I'm excited too" he said, feeling how stiff he was down between his legs. That blond sure had him all worked up.

"Come with me" said the woman.

"I was hoping to come with her" he thought, almost saying out loud. He looked back at the blond who mouthed 'bye' to him, then licked her lips. Damn! Why did he have to leave her behind?

"Have a seat Mike" said the woman. He sat down on the big soft easy chair. It was strange to see it in an office. It looked more like it should be in a living room.

"So tell me" said Mike, "when do I get my training?"

"You just did" said the woman.

"Um..." said Mike, confused. What training? There hadn't been any training.

"I have to go to the bathroom" he said, trying to stand up. But for some reason, he was stuck in the chair.

"That is a normal feeling during the process. It will pass shortly."

"What process?" he said.

"Be patient" she replied. "You will see soon enough."

"What's going on? Why are you so secretive about everything? I don't understand what's going on" he said, his voice rising higher and higher as he got more and more upset.

"You will soon enough, Mireille"

"Um, I'm Mike, remember?" he said, his voice more shaky, and even higher in pitch. "What's going on? Why is my voice so high?"

"Your voice is the least of your concerns, Mireille" said the woman. "Look down at yourself."

Mike looked down. Damn! He wasn't himself anymore. He had tits. Really big ones. It seemed like his shirt was about to rip open from the strain. The outline of his large nipples was clearly visible too.

And down further, he was falling out of his pants. That was because his waist was so small now, but he flared back out again at the hips.

"Whoa! I look like..."

"You don't just look like a girl. You *are* a girl now, Mireille."

"That's impossible!" he said.

The woman laughed.

"Impossible, but true. You'll find that you can move now Mireille. Touch yourself. See how real it is."

Mike moved his hand, which was tiny now. His wrists too, they were so small and delicate looking. His arms were thin. He moved his hand, and touched himself on the chest.

"These are real!" he said, in his very girly sounding voice.

"Of course they are. And that's not all. Keep exploring."

He moved his hand down his thin stomach, to his widened hips. He stood up and looked. His butt seemed bigger than before, more rounded and less muscular. And between his legs..."

"See Mireille, you *are* a woman."

"No!" he said, not believing what his hands told him. He was stripping off his clothes. He had to *see* this for himself.

The woman pushed a button, and a panel in the wall pulled up to reveal a full length mirror. Mike walked over as he pulled off his jeans and his shirt. His boxers fell off, being too large for his new petite frame. He looked in the mirror and gasped.

He had a pretty face! He had long blond hair, like the chick who had just met him at the airport. He had huge tits! And he had a pussy. Him! Between his legs! He touched it, and shivered all over from the touch.

"You're a girl now Mireille, and you had better get used to it, because you're never going back."

"Um...how did this happen? What did you do to me?"

"I turned you into a girl. Isn't that obvious? Or are you just a dumb blond?"

Mike swore to never tell another blond joke, as long as he lived. How could that totally hot babe in the mirror be him? Or more accurately, how could he be *her*? He was a girl now. A girl!

 

A door opened, and three stunning looking young women walked through. They were all drop dead gorgeous, just like he was now. He couldn't stop staring at the eyes of the first one. They were deep blue, with such lovely thin eyebrows.

"I'm Sarah" said one.

"I'm Ann" said the second.

"I'm Lana" said the third.

"Hi, I'm Mike but she keeps calling me Mireille" he said, pointing to the lady behind the desk.

"Then you *are* Mireille" said Sarah.

"Whatever Ms. Schapelli says, we do" said Ann.

"So you are Mireille now, and you will never speak that name 'Mike' again. Do you understand?"

Yes said Mireille. These girls had such conviction that Ms. Schapelli was right. He wasn't going to argue with *them*.

"Follow us" said Sarah.

"You need to get some clothes on" said Ann.

"And you need some makeup, and your hair is a mess" said Lana.

"Remember, you are a girl now Mireille" said Ms. Schapelli.

And with that, Mireille was officially female.

 

The three girls led Mireille away, to the dressing rooms in the back. Sarah painted her nails while Ann selected an outfit for her. Lana trimmed her hair, then styled it. Her makeup would come last.

Bit by bit, she was improved, which was hard to believe after seeing how hot she looked in the mirror.

Sarah plucked her eyebrows, down to a thin line, while Ann and Lana removed the hair from her armpits and legs. They striped her naked, and gave her a bikini wax.

"Ouch!" squealed Mireille.

"Oh you little baby, quit whining" said Sarah.

Ann handed her a pair of black thong panties, which she put on. They made her feel sexy and seductive. Lana gave her a black bra, which she helped Mireille put on. The feeling of the soft material covering her breasts was something quite new to her. As Lana closed the fasteners in the back, she could feel the straps laying on her shoulders pull down from the weight they were supporting.

The cups of the bra gently pulled on her breasts, lifting and shaping them. They were big to start with, but when she looked down, she was pleased at how it made her look. Her cleavage was so perfect! Her breasts didn't bounce as much when she moved. She liked the feeling of support from her bra.

After putting on sheer silky hose supported by garters, they put her into a long elegant dress and sexy shoes, while final makeup as applied. Lana pierced her ears, and long dangling earrings were put in.

 

Ann led Mireille by the hand to a full length mirror to examine the results. She was shocked. It was one thing to see herself for the first time in the body of a hot babe. But to see herself in a *dress*, with full makeup, jewelry, sexy shoes..."dressed to the nines". Her prominent cleavage was well displayed by the plunging neck of the dress. Her curves were accentuated by the line of the dress. She whirled around, and watched the bottom twirl with her. She felt so excited to be all dressed up!

"Now you're ready for work" said Sarah.

"But I don't even know what my job is! I haven't received any job training yet."

"But you have" said Ann. "What happened when you were picked up and brought here?"

"Well, this hot babe met me and took care of me."

"What all did she do?" said Lana.

"She sat by me, talked to me, made me feel important. She brought me a drink, she walked arm in arm with me."

"Then you know what to do" said Sarah.

"What do you mean?"

"You're an escort now" said Ann. "That's your job."

"Every night you'll be with a different man. Treat him like that women who picked you up treated you, and you'll be all set."

Mireille looked stunned. She was an escort?

"You don't have to do anything more than holding his arm" said Sarah. "Unless you want to. They'll give you gifts and things if you're very nice to them. All of us hope to one day have a rich man marry us. If we meet the right one, we can marry him, and not have to work anymore."

 

Mireille was reeling now, trying to think straight. What had they done to her? Why had she accepted so quickly that she was a woman now? She should be struggling, resisting. Not *enjoying* being in a pretty dress.

She looked at how it flowed down around her, and how good her legs looked. Those shoes were just so cute, with their little spiky heels. They made her calves look really good.

"We're going out shopping tomorrow for clothes" said Sarah.

"Want to come with us?" asked Ann.

"It will be fun!" added Lana.

"Of course I will silly" said Mireille. "I would *so* much love to get an outfit like you have on."

She could just see herself in a little black dress like that. She would look stunning. She wished that she had a diamond necklace like Ann wore with her outfit. Or rings like Lana wore. The jewelry was so pretty, and she felt a need wear diamonds.

"I see you're staring at my necklace" said Ann.

"Yes, it's so pretty! Where did you get it?"

"I escorted this rich banker. I was *very* nice to him, if you know what I mean. He asked for me a couple more times, so I treated him the same way. And he bought me this! That's the best part of this job."

"If you take care of the gentlemen," said Lana, "then they'll take care of you."

Mireille wanted fancy jewelry, furs, and expensive designer clothes. The male customers would just be a way to get it. She licked her lips. She was ready to go to work.

"Remember, when you're in public, act like a lady at all times. Keep your hands to yourself, speak when spoken to, make your man feel like he is the king. Tell him how wonderful he is, and look up at him with loving eyes. Hang on his arm. Do whatever he asks."

"They will want you for special events like going to see a show, the opera, awards banquets, and such. They want to be seen with a very beautiful woman, so show everyone how great of a man they are."

"After they are done showing you off, they will ask you to accompany them home for a drink. Let me warn you: if you decline, they'll never ask for you again. But if you say yes, then they will pay you back by treating *you* like a queen."

"Go as far as you want with them. If you make love, they will almost always give you a good reward. And when they go out again and ask for you a second time, then a third, you have them hooked. That's when you'll get diamonds."

"I can't wait!" said Mireille. She knew what she wanted, and was going to make sure she got it. "I'm going to get my man to buy me a diamond necklace."

"Good luck! Nobody has ever done it on the first 'date'. But we're all cheering for you" said Lana.

"Come on girls, we're wasting time!" said Mireille. "Lets go get ourselves some men!"

They walked out the door to the waiting room where customers would pick the date they wanted for the night. Mireille admired her nails and played with her hair, as she waited for a man to request her.

She looked up to see a tall handsome man wearing a tuxedo.

"Yes, I'll take this one" he said. The other girls all let out a sigh of disappointment. They might get stuck with some old geezer, and the new girl was getting a handsome guy. Not fair!

Mireille put her arm around his, looked up to him, and smiled.

"Hello, I am Mireille" she said, her heart pounding as she looked at his strong muscular body. She felt a new feeling inside: arousal. She wanted him, even more than she wanted that necklace. She would do anything it took to get him in bed. She stuck out her chest, making sure he got a good look at her boobs.

"Nice to meet you Mireille. Come on, we don't want to be late" said the man.

Mireille walked with him out onto the street, and into the waiting limo. The cold night air stirred by a breeze made her skirt flutter, and sent electric shivers up and down her spine. She sat next to her man, like the girl in the limo had done when she had arrived. It was just the beginning of the night, but she knew already that she was going to love working at this job...

  

  

  

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