Re-Structuring

by Steffani St. James

  

The rumors which had made the rounds at my office involved threats that the company was downsizing, re-engineering and right-sizing. These back-room confidences made the day-to-day business extremely tenuous for some of the longer term employees. I was one of these folks. I'd been with the firm for over twenty years and realized my tenure here could be ending soon.

Each week, another employee was escorted from the premises and those of us remaining wondered who might be next. One Friday, my boss called me and asked that I see her in her office at four o'clock. I figured that this must be it for me.

When I stepped into Jan's spacious corner enclave, I was surprised that she greeted me so warmly. She asked me to sit down, make myself comfortable and 'would I like coffee or tea?' I declined.

"Well Stephen, let's get down to business then. It's no secret that changes are in store around here – major changes. The firm is changing in many ways and it's my pleasure to inform you that one of the changes will involve you."

I thought, "Hmm, a pleasure? For me? What's going on here?"

Jan continued, "You are one of the key players that I need and I want you to know that you'll be staying here. However, there will be some changes in what you do and how you do it."

"Here comes the rub", I thought to myself.

"I cannot reveal everything to you until after you sign this employment contract but you will certainly be rewarded in many ways if you sign on. Personally, you may find that the changes involving yourself seem extreme, but I assure you they are absolutely necessary. I wish there could have been another way to handle it but there isn't. So, to not keep you waiting, your position will be increased by $10,000 per year. Any and all expenses related to training and preparing you for the position will be borne by the company. You will be expected to begin almost immediately in your new role. And, I guarantee that you are ideally suited to this position. Will you sign on the dotted line?"

"Jan, that's all you can tell me about this job? I mean, it sounds pretty good but that's not much information to base a decision on. Can you give me any more detail?"

 

"Okay Stephen. I can tell you this much. If you accept and sign the contract, I assure you that things will never be what they were before for you. Everything about what you did and how you did it will be different. In fact, you will become a completely different person as a result of this job change. And I know you'll enjoy every benefit associated with the new position. What do you say?"

I said that I guess I'd be foolish not to sign. After I put my "JH" on fifteen pages of papers, without reading any of them to boot, Jan congratulated me and welcomed me to the "new" company. Then the shocks began.

"Ah, I'm so happy that 'Stephanie' has seen fit to become a new employee."

"Jan, you said Stephanie. Who is Stephanie?"

"Why YOU are Stephen. All new employees are women."

"Yes, but I'm a man, Jan."

"Stephanie, you WERE a man. From this moment forward you're a woman; a somewhat tall, but very attractive woman. You will be appropriately trained and schooled in the art of being female and the skills of your new job. Oh yes, the position is that of a private secretary; MY private secretary."

I gulped and stammered, "But I'm a man. I can't be a secretary! I wear suits and ties and, and work with men."

"Steffie, my dear, the only suits you'll be wearing will have short, tight skirts and fitted jackets. You'll also learn to walk in cute stiletto heels, wear sheer hosiery like gartered stockings and visit your favorite salon weekly to have your nails maintained and your hair styled. You WILL become a lovely girl, Stephanie."

"But you can't make me!"

"Oh no, sweetie! I CAN make you! You signed the contract. You've agreed to become a woman and to work in a woman's capacity here for the foreseeable future! You ARE my new female secretary and I intend to see that you become the best secretary in the company. Your training begins now! Disobedience requires punishment and you do NOT want that to happen, believe me!"

I saw no hope of winning any argument with Jan so I meekly lowered my eyes and quietly replied, "Yes, Jan."

"THAT is NOT how you speak to me Stephanie! I am your boss! Address me as Ms. Stevens but not 'Jan', got it?"

 

"Yes Ms. Stevens", I answered softly.

"That is much better, Stephanie. Now, we must get you to your first training session before the salon closes. Follow me!"

Ms. Stevens and I left the office and headed for her car in the parking garage. She explained that my car and the contents of my office would be packed up that evening and brought to her home in the suburbs. During my training period I'd be living with her.

The trip to "Les Sophisticates" took a mere ten minutes. Jan escorted me inside and greeted the young receptionist.

"Afternoon, Molly. We're here for Stephanie's appointment."

"Oui, Ms. Stevens. Mademoiselle Christine is waiting in the private room in the back of the salon. I'll escort you both there."

The girl, Molly, took my hand and the three of us walked toward the rear of the salon. She drew aside a curtain and showed us inside a small but well-appointed area. She asked that I sit down for my consultation.

Moments later, a new woman emerged from behind me and stood in front of me.

"Good afternoon, Stephanie. My name is Mme. Christine and I will be helping you to become Ms. Stevens' protégé secretary. If you'll do whatever I ask, everything will be fine. Today, I'll be reviewing color choices with you and arranging for a complete wardrobe as well as making appointments for your hair styling and nails. I'll also schedule a time for you to meet our esthetician. She'll instruct you on how to properly apply your makeup so you look like a genetic female."

Mme. Christine instructed me to remove all my clothing. I was quite embarrassed by this but she would take no denials and insisted I disrobe. Soon, stripped to nakedness, she slathered my entire body, including my most intimate parts, with a creamy pink lotion that smelled horrible. The lotion began stinging me but she cared little for my weak complaining. She next shoved me into a stall shower and opened the tap. Hot water cascaded down on my body washing every bit of hair from my chest, abdomen, arms and legs and of course, my sensitive areas. I was told to lather up and scrub myself until my skin glowed with a pinkish hue. Then I could rinse. I stepped out, my body tingling and every pore and orifice scrupulously cleansed.

Mme. Christine handed me a large fluffy towel and showed me how to wrap it around myself, the way a woman wraps her body; the hem covered my "bust" and kept my hips, derriere and intimate areas hidden. Then, she led me to a chair like the ones in the salon and had me seat myself there.

Another girl came in and introduced herself as "Marie". She began explaining how she was going to transform me from my male being into a luscious female! Soon, all manner of makeup was in the process of being applied while another unseen technician began doing my nails. This woman filed and shaped my toenails and applied brilliant red enamel to them. Then she added extensions to my fingernails and coated them with the same crimson hue. I sat back and inhaled the scents of femininity as they were applied to my face and nails, slowly enchanting me into a paroxysm of girlishness.

"Steffani, I'm almost finished with you", Mme. Christine intoned. I just have to fix your hairdo and you'll be ready to get dressed for Ms. Stevens."

I nodded and remained seated. I felt a rather highly teased wig being affixed to the tightly fitted net that had been pulled over my own hair. Then, I felt a sudden pinch in both earlobes and realized that they had been pierced to accommodate new earrings.

Momentarily, Ms. Christine giggled as she said, "Okay, pretty girl you can stand up and see your new self."

I stood and faced the full-length mirror erected against the wall opposite the chair. I saw a rather tall male with an utterly female face and hairdo. His, er, "her" fingers and toes sparkled with gorgeously red highlights. I was speechless. Then Mme. Christine took my hand and led me off to another room; a dressing room.

"The proper clothing for your new position is on the table or hanging on the hook inside but before you wear any of it, three more things must be done Steffani. We need to give you luscious female breasts, we need to also 'tame' your crotch and we need to get that tummy of yours taken in….about twelve inches or so! Lay on the cot over there so we can begin."

I lay down and Mme. Christine brought over two lifelike silicone breast prostheses. She measured my chest, now cleansed of any hair, and marked the area where the breasts would soon go. Then she smeared an evil-smelling adhesive inside the marks and pressed each prosthesis against my chest. In minutes, the huge mammaries stuck fast. Then, she squeezed a flesh-toned latex filler from a tube into the gaps between my skin and the prostheses. In no time, it was impossible to tell where the attachments began or ended.

She next used the same adhesive and coated my nether regions with it. From a drawer, she removed some kind of latex thong that simulated a female's pubic area, right down to a realistic vaginal canal. She worked the tightly stretched latex up both of my legs and seated the crotch of the thing right into my own. After pressing it securely against me, I soon felt no sensation and saw that for all intents and purposes I was now a reasonable facsimile of a woman. Finally, after letting me stand up, she wrapped a white satin, steel-boned corset around my torso, closed the front hooks and eyes and began pulling the laces at my back as tightly as she could. She placed her knee in the middle of my back to gain leverage in order to get the two sides of the garment to meet. Then she tied off the laces leaving me with a very attractive 24" waist! I could barely breathe!

"Hmm, now you at least look the part sweetie! You can start dressing and when I come back, you'd better be looking good!"

Mme. Christine left and I looked at the selection of clothing she'd instructed me to put on. I began by sliding a shiny satin panty up each of my long smooth legs. It fit perfectly and I smiled when I saw the now flat front and center back seam that defined my cute derriere. Next came the hosiery; stockings in a shade of taupe that shimmered in the light. It was no easy task rolling them on each leg but I succeeded in getting them on. Then, I made sure the 'back-seams' were perfectly straight before I attached three garter straps to each one – the straps that dangled from the severely tight corset that now defined my waistline.

With my body now rife with feminine curves and my intimate parts covered with shiny satin and my legs encased in sheer nylon, I donned the pretty scalloped lace petti-slip and camisole that lay on the dresser. Finally, I stepped into the cream leather mini-skirt and zipped it up, sensing it tightening and clinging to my new lower shape. I slipped into the figure-hugging matching jacket and ecru pumps with 4" heels. I opened the door and stepped outside. Ms. Stevens, Mme. Christine and her assistants were waiting for me. They all smiled and clapped when I came into view. Ms. Stevens took my hand and we walked together, out into the salon proper. I paid attention to how I walked, swinging my hips and derriere. I was quite conscious of the 'clicking' sound my heels made as I minced along.

"You walk very nicely for a new girl, Steffani. When we get into the middle of the room, the others there will want to see you model your new outfit. Make sure you thank them for their attention by curtseying sweetly, okay?"

"Yes Ms. Stevens", I answered.

"Oh no dear, in public, it's 'Yes Mistress' from now on."

"Yes Mistress", I corrected myself.

Just as my Mistress had said, the women in the salon all 'oohed and aahed' when they saw me. And they applauded my new station in life. I curtsied and smiled but said nothing. Ms. Stevens escorted me to her car outside and held the passenger door open while I slid onto the seat. She got behind the wheel and we headed for her home.

Upon our arrival, we both exited the car and Ms. Stevens unlocked the front door.

"Steffani, your room is on the second floor. It's the second bedroom on the right off the stairwell. But for now, I'd like you to mix me a drink and bring it to me here, in the living room. Then, we'll discuss your duties and I'll give you a complete tour of the house. The liquor cabinet is in the den over there. I'll have a Manhattan."

I curtsied and softly said, "Yes, Mistress, one Manhattan coming up."

After I made the drink and brought it to her, she explained what my duties would be. For instance, around the house I would serve as her personal maid, bathing and dressing her and doing very light cleaning. A staff did the major domestic chores. I would be required to wash and keep her lingerie clean and fresh. I would also serve drinks for her and any guests. And, I would obey her every request! If that meant being "with" a female, I would eagerly do as that woman wanted. Occasionally, I might be instructed to entertain a man! That I would also willingly do. If I didn't know the proper way to entertain, I would be trained in the arts and wiles of that duty.

I would also be taken on shopping trips to build a proper wardrobe for a fashionable female. I then would be enrolled in a business school where I'd learn to type and do all sorts of secretarial tasks. At some point in time, I'd be allowed to go out, but never alone. In fact, if I wanted to date men, I'd be allowed to do that too! And if I favored females, Ms. Stevens could supply me with pretty lesbian-types also.

My Mistress finished her preliminary chat and showed me the house and advised that I get a good night's sleep on my first night on the job. She chose my nightwear for me and told me after I'd changed into my "pretties", she wanted me to sleep with her that first evening. I went into my room and stripped and donned the ultra-sheer baby doll she'd given me. Then I minced into her room, remembering to knock first.

Mistress invited me into her satin-sheeted bed and commenced a lesson in how girls make love to girls. I tasted my first 'clit' that night! And soon, I fell asleep in Mistress' arms.

The next morning, Ms. Stevens woke me and helped me get ready for my first full day as a girl after I enjoyed a hot shower. She again explained how to do my makeup and showed me the outfit I would wear. Once again, I would don a tight skirt and jacket, this time one in fiery red. The pumps were also ones with 4" heels and made of shiny black patent leather. I was given a matching purse stocked with all manner of feminine things.

Together, we sat at the kitchen table and enjoyed muffins and tea prepared my Florence, Ms. Stevens' kitchen maid. Then, after checking our makeup and performing our bathroom rituals – I learned what its like to do everything seated now, we left for my first shopping excursion.

I wasn't exactly willing but I realized that no good would come of arguing with my boss or refusing to do as she said. The shoppe she drove to catered to women who wanted the best of fashions and my boss indicated that I was to be a woman of that caliber.

The sales staff apparently knew we were coming as they had an entire dressing suite prepared with all sorts of feminine clothing. I tried on skirts of all types; kicky pleated ones, slim ones, ultra-minis and a few long styles.

There were about twenty blouses and a few sweaters as well as blazers and jackets to match the skirts. Then, the clerks brought an armload of dresses to me. I tried out sheaths, shirtdresses and chemises. Most fit and I wondered how they had gotten the sizes so right. Then I was offered numerous cocktail outfits and evening gowns. The cocktail dresses were all short with flirty hems that would show off my long, smooth sexy legs. The gowns were both full-skirted ball dresses and clingy floor-length sheaths. Lastly, I was shown a selection of shoes. Most had stiletto heels. I tried out sandals, pumps and sling-backs. I also tried on several pairs of boots with various heights and heel styles.

We left the shoppe with just enough time for lunch. My boss took me to her favorite restaurant and I had to admit I felt completely at ease being addressed as a woman and ordering accordingly. After lunch, we headed to a wig boutique where I was outfitted with ten styles of hair goods. Most were of longer lengths but a few were short and sass styles.

By three that afternoon, I had had it with traipsing all over in my heels and hoped we would head home so I could kick off the pumps and relax a bit.

"Here we are, Steffani; home at last. You may take those shoes off now and wear a pair of satin ballet slippers for now. Tonight, after dinner, we'll be entertaining someone you may know."

"Who is that Mistress?", I innocently asked.

"You will see when she arrives, my sweet girl. Now just unwind before dinner and afterwards, you'll need to bathe and get dressed. Florence has laid out your uniform for this evening. Whether you like it or not is not important. However, understand that what you wear tonight will define you better – for me and for our guest."

"Yes Mistress", I answered, lowering my eyes.

I peeked into my room and on the bed I saw a complete black satin French Maid's outfit with its lacy tiara and even a lacy white garter and ruffled rhumba panty. I worried then what would be expected of me vis-à-vis our guest.

Dinner was light, just a seafood salad and fresh fruit. After, I hurried to my room to bathe and re-do my makeup before dressing. After I'd finished drying myself off, Florence knocked, came in and assisted me getting into my corset. She pulled on the laces enough so that both sides of the restrictive garment met in the center of my back. That action reduced my waist to a mere 24"! After donning the lusciously ruffled rhumba panty and slipping into the lacy shelf bra, I quickly put the maid's dress over my head and pulled it into place. The bodice beautifully defined my lovely bosom and with the 'can-can' petticoat in place, I knew my pretty derriere would be visible and accessible to anyone.

I stepped into the 6" black patent leather pumps supplied with the outfit and Florence eagerly locked them into place. I added tiny pearl earrings and a healthy spritz of perfume before sashaying out into the hall. Florence led me to the kitchen where I was given instructions in how to serve drinks. My boss came in and told me that when the doorbell rang, I was to quickly answer it and show our guest into the parlor. I replied submissively that I would do everything as instructed.

When the bell rang, I minced to the door and graciously opened it.

I was stunned at who I saw standing there. It was my wife!! Trying to be a model employee, I hadn't even questioned my boss about how I would deal with her! Now, she stood on the porch, grinning wickedly at me.

"Well, will the sweet sissy of a husband let me in? Or must I scream for the lady of the house?"

I caught myself and as femininely as possible, showed my wife in. I took her coat and led her to the parlor. I know she watched my every move. That meant her eyes were on my luscious derriere swaying back and forth and when I bent to pick up the hanky she'd dropped, I knew I gave her an unobstructed view of my ruffled pantied derriere. Then my boss walked into the room.

"Jean, what a nice surprise to have you visit. Has my new maid taken care of you? Yes?"

I stood there, unable to speak as the two women embraced and kissed. The kiss wasn't the usual girl to girl "air kiss" but a deep tongue thrusting French Kiss; the kind reserved for lovers.

"Oh Jan, I can hardly wait to see my new little girl in action. Has she learned to please women yet? She does look so sweet and femmy in her maid's outfit. I hope she excels as your new secretary and that income will come in handy for me. I'm so pleased you convinced her to have it deposited automatically each payday. After all, she won't need it anymore now that she'll be YOUR secretary and maid!"

Right then, I suspected my new station in life was to be more than I'd ever anticipated when I signed that contract. And I sensed that Jan, my boss and my wife had bigger plans for me. Later, that evening I'd discover just how far they intended to take me on my journey to womanhood.

  

  

  

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