The New Secretary                 by: Sarah Jones

 

I rose in the morning with butterfly's in my stomach. It wasn't just the normal first day on the job nerves. I was nervous as this was my first job where I went to work as a woman. My previous job had been as an engineer but I hadn't been comfortable with the very masculine atmosphere and had decided to move to a job where my feminine side would be accepted.

I had found myself a job as a secretary in a small insurance office and I had been assigned as the personal assistant to one of the managers. I rose in the morning and made careful preparation. I shaved a close as I could and sat down at the dressing table. I decided to be fairly discreet with my makeup and so chose a light pink nail varnish and lipstick. I carefully put on a foundation that was a close match to my skin before using a light blue eyeshadow and black eyeliner. I looked in the mirror and smiled.

Once my nails had dried I went to the wardrobe and picked out the new suit I had bought. The black pinstripe jacket with a very short skirt was matched with a cream silk blouse. I looked out the new underwear I had bought and the touch of it was electric. The white satin panties and matching bra has a delicate rose motif and matched my blouse beautifully. The outfit was was completed with a pair of sheer black tights, black court shoes, a silver bracelet, silver hoop earrings and a gold watch.

When I had finished preparing I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and smiled again. I was every inch a woman as far as anyone could see and it felt wonderful. I picked up the little black rucksack and went to the door. My jacket hung just inside the door and completed the outfit wonderfully. It was an ankle length trench coat with a split up the back almost as far as the hem of my skirt. It allowed people to get a glimpse of my legs with showing everything off.

I stepped out into the street. No-one was paying any attention to me as I walked to the bus stop and caught the bus. Still no-one paid any attention when I got off the bus in town and walked to the office. The feeling was wonderful and I couldn't help but smile at the feelings inside me. When I arrived at the office i was greeted by Lindsay, the main secretary in the office. "You look wonderful" she exclaimed. Lindsay knew my secret and had helped me to get this job.

Lindsay took me through to the smaller office behind the main office and introduced me to Ms Johnson who's PA I was to be. Lindsay left us and Ms Johnson explained what my job entailed. I was given a desk in the small office and was shown how to work the various pieces of equipment I needed for my job. The morning was quiet with little more than taking dictation and answering phones and the afternoon continued in the same way. When closing time came, Ms Johnson asked if I would like to go out for a drink. I accepted and we walked over to a nearby wine bar.

As we sat and talked I learned a little about my boss. Her first name was Fiona and she was only two years old than me. After a few drinks she asked my the question I was dreading. Her question was simple "There's something not quite right about you but what is it?". At first I thought of hiding it but realized that she would work it out if I didn't tell her. I spoke softly when I replied "Things aren't exactly as they seem. I was born a man but want to be a woman."

She seemed surprised and answered that she wouldn't have guessed if I hadn't told her. She said that some of her female friends were less convincing women than me. I felt flattered and was amazed when she asked my if I wanted to complete the change. I told her that I would love to but couldn't afford it. I was even more surprised when she told me that she hid a secret from the rest of our work mates in that she was a lesbian. She told me that she didn't have a lover but would love me to fill that gap. She also said that she would pay for me to become a woman if that is what I really wanted. I said that I would think about it and would speak about it later in the week.

The rest of the week passed uneventfully. I had fitted in well at the office and no-one paid any more attention to me than to anyone else. I was happy in my job and went out with the other secretary's for a drink after work one evening. On the friday evening Ms Johnson asked if I would like to come over to her flat for dinner the following evening. I accepted and we arranged when I would arrive.

On the saturday morning I rose early and went into town. I wore my normal shopping outfit of tight blue jeans, a tight white T-shirt and my high heel boots. I went down to the shops and wondered what I would wear tonight. I found a lovely green silk blouse that I fell in love with and decided that I would wear it with my tight black jeans with the jewels on the seams. I wandered in the shops for the rest of the morning and then went home for lunch. I had arranged to be at Fiona's for around 5.30 so about 2 o'clock I went for a long hot bath. I carefully shaved all the body hair off and reduced my pubic hair to a triangle. I took great care when choosing my underwear and decided on a dark green wonderbra and a matching pair of panties. A pair of knee high stockings went under the trousers and a my high heel boots completed the outfit. I kept my jewellery minimal with only a silver chain with a heart pendant and a pair of small silver hoops in my ears. My makeup was more flamboyant than in daytime but still fairly restrained in deep reds.

I decide to wear my trench coat and a small clutch bag took care of somewhere for my purse and makeup. I set off at about 5 O'clock and I took the bus to her neighbourhood. She lived in a much more expensive area of town than me and I loved the look of the area. I found her flat by using here excellent directions and when she opened the door it took my breath away. She was wearing a long red velvet gown with a sweetheart neckline and her fairly ample chest was impressively well displayed. When I had got over my shock she took my hand and led me into the flat. A candlelit table for two sat in the middle of the dining room and as we walked through her eyes sparkled in the candlelight.

We sat and talked and ate for many hours and when we had finished she took my hand again and led me back to the sitting room. The sitting room was also lit by candles and as we sat on the couch I could see the look of love in her eyes. She made me the same offer she had made earlier in the week and I didn't hesitate. My reply was simple "I love you and I trust you. Will you be mine?".

 

 

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