Secretary Training

by Jennifer White

 

As I lay there on my back, with my legs in the stirrups, forcing them to spread wide open, I felt so vulnerable. My hands were tied to the posts, my head held down by straps, as well as another set of straps across my chest. I could not move. I could not get out of it, no matter what I did.

When she moved across the room towards me in her white lab coat, I shivered. What was she going to do to me? At first, she started touching me between my legs, arousing me. She rubbed some kind of oils on my genitals, and sprayed them with something that gave off a scent like a flowery perfume.

I was aroused and scared both at the same time. But then she pulled out a syringe, with a long looking needle. She pulled my balls up out of the way, found a little fold of skin, and plunged the needle in. I felt just a little prick at first, then a burning pain as the clear fluid emptied into my body. She did something else down there I couldn't see, but causing a brief flash of pain. She backed off, and smiled, as if satisfied with herself.

"There, it is done" was all she said, as she turned and walked out the door.

 

* * *

 

Perhaps I should go back a step to explain how I got there. You see, it all started when I took a new job. It was a large bank, and they paid pretty well. I worked for about six months with no sign of trouble. However, one day I was called into my bosses office. He told me that I had just been transferred to another department.

I met my new manager Debbie. She said that there had been too many people at my position, and most of them had been let go. Because of my above average work however, they were keeping me on. I would be her personal secretary until they could find something else for me. That way, I wouldn't lose my health care benefits. They would even keep me at the same pay, so it wasn't all bad.

I kind of looked down on the job, since usually a low paid woman did it. But I tried to be the best I could at it. I answered her phones, took messages, forwarded important calls to her cell phone, typed documents, filed, made copies, did her e-mail messages, scheduled meetings for her, arranged for lunch to be brought in, and a hundred other little details to get her through her busy day as a mid level executive.

It didn't seem all that bad, other than a lot of the work was rather menial. So I started to get bored, and a few times made little mistakes. When I double booked her for a meeting, she became enraged.

"How could you mess up like that?"

"I'm sorry, I guess I got sloppy. It won't happen again."

"It wouldn't have happened if I had hired a woman for this position!" she said.

 

I did well for a few more weeks, but the next time I screwed up, she came down on me even harder.

"I want to fire you for being so incompetent, but my hands are tied. I have to keep you. If they won't give me a female secretary like I asked for, then there is only one thing to do with you. You are going to get some special job training."

I didn't know what that meant, but I was told that on Monday I'd be flying to Atlanta to the headquarters, and have a two week class. There was an apartment building owned by the company, and I was assigned a room there. I unpacked, and went to the education center.

Once there, I met Ms. Evans, who was the instructor. She had me follow her to the classroom, which was full women. I was the only man. I guess there weren't too many male secretaries. I took my seat, and listened as we went through some basics, like how to use the phone system.

I already knew all of this stuff, so I was bored stiff. I spent the time checking out the chicks in the classroom. I figured which ones were hot, the ones that dressed the most sexy, and all of that. I pictured myself sleeping wit a different one each night for the two weeks.

 

At the break, Ms. Evans had told me that since I was way ahead of the class for the first day's materials, she was going to have Miss Wilson take me for an extended tour of the facility. I gladly followed her flowing skirt as she led me around the facility.

We came to one wing where she had to scan her ID card. She signed me in with the guards who were just inside the door. This must be a very top secret area, with this much security! I followed her down the long white hall, and we entered a room that looked like more of a doctor's waiting room than anything else.

We had to sign in again with the guard at the desk.

"It may be a few minutes before we can get in. Why don't you have a drink?" she said, taking a cup of water which the guard handed to her.

I wasn't thirsty, but I wasn't about to say no to this knockout of blond. So I drank the whole thing in one gulp.

 

The next thing I knew, I was naked, lying on the table, getting the painful shot. And that is when I passed out again...

 

* * *

 

When I awoke, I was in a bed, wearing a hospital robe. Ms. Evans was there with me.

"So Heather, how do you feel?" she said, looking right at me.

"Heather? Who's that?" I said.

"Why you of course" she replied.

"Me? No, I'm Josh."

"I'm sorry but you are mistaken. You are Heather now."

"I know who I am!" I said. "And Heather is a girl's name anyway."

"Yes it is. That's why you need a new name. Now that you're..."

"I'm not a girl!" I said. I pulled back my robe to show her my genitals to prove otherwise.

"So?" she said.

"So? That proves I'm a guy. What's wrong with you?"

"You don't seem to understand. This is not an argument. This is not something you have any choice over. You are a girl now, and you need to start to learn how to be one. There is only limited time here for you, and when you go back to your job, you had better learn what we will teach you here, or you will be fired. Or worse."

"I'm not a girl!" I said, very upset now. "You are insane!"

"Am I? Tell me Heather, what do you remember last?"

"Some lady shot something into me, then I passed out."

"And do you know what that was?"

"Let me guess, you're going to tell me it was hormones or something."

"Not even close. Listen, go put on your clothes, we'll get you a nice hot meal, and I will explain."

That sounded reasonable. I went to the dresser. But rather than my clothes, all there was were women's clothes! A skirt, panties, bra, hose, high heel shoes....I wasn't going to wear that stuff!

"You had better get used to it. That is how you are going to dress from now on. Or you could walk out into the lobby naked, in front of all the women in the class. I bet they'll love you for that."

"They'll love me for being dressed like them?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised. I promise you: if you wear these clothes, any of those girls in the class will have sex with you. Trust me."

OK, I'd go along with this, as long as I had that kind of payoff at the end. I carefully put the chick's clothes on, and felt ridiculous as I walked down the hall.

 

 

We went to the cafeteria, where Ms. Evans started to explain a few things to me.

"First of all, I want you to call me Cynthia" she said.

"OK, Cynthia" I replied.

"Very good Heather. Now here is what has happened. Do you know what stem cells are?"

"No" I replied. Something medical, but I didn't follow that stuff.

"They are cells in the body, or from an embryo. But rather than being a specific cell, like a bone cell, a brain cell, or a cell in the liver, they are very special. They can grow into *any* kind of cell in the body."

"OK, very interesting. So what?"

"So what? Well, with the right environment and the right mix of chemicals to trigger various functions, you could grow it into anything you want. If you lost your liver due to disease, a new one could be grown for you, with your exact genetic code, so your body doesn't reject it like a normal transplant. Or a new arm could be grown for you if you lose yours."

"Very sci-fi channel" I said sarcastically.

"Very" she replied. "Only this is here, and now, and real. What was injected into you was a special batch of stem cells, prepared for a specific purpose."

"I've been drinking too much, and I need a new liver?" I said, really laying on the sarcasm now.

"No, much better. The cells within you are rapidly developing. You might feel weak and dizzy over the next two days as the fully form. But once they're done, your new organs and other body parts will be fully functional, and come on-line."

"What new organs?"

"Oh, your ovaries, your uterus, your vagina, labia, clitoris..."

"What????"

"You have the entire female reproductive system within you. By tomorrow, your body will be naturally pumping out female hormones, so that your secondary sex characteristics can being to express themselves."

"Secondary what?"

"Like your breasts. Under the presence of estrogen, they will start to swell and grow. Of course, you'll get another injection in each nipple to give them a head start. You're scheduled for that tomorrow."

"No! I don't want breasts!"

"But you're OK with your ovaries then?"

"No! I'm not becoming a woman! Its not true!"

"I'm afraid it is. Your days as a man are numbered Heather. You had better start adjusting to your new female lifestyle. You only have these few days here to learn from the other girls how to be a woman. They'll all be very eager to have sex with you tonight, if your male organs are still functioning that is. They all want to be 'the last one'. Then they'll help you with your transition. You need to relearn how to talk, how to walk, how to dress..."

"No! Stop it!"

"Come on Heather, accept the truth. You're a girl. You just need time for your body to fully adapt itself. But enough for now. Let's get you back to your room, so you can have the sex I promised. I always keep my word."

 

* * *

 

I went back to my room, and went to change back into my clothes. Image how upset I was when I opened my suitcase, and found that every single garment had been replaced by a piece of women's clothes! My shaving kit replaced by a makeup bag. Besides the cosmetics, I had all sorts of hair sprays, nail polish remover, nail files, blow drier, and I don't know what all.

I was fuming, when Tanya, the hot blond who sat next to me came into the room. She was so aggressive that I hardly knew what was going on, before we were in bed together.

"You're going to be a girl. Isn't that wonderful?" she said as she was on top of me, pumping me, making me come.

"Yes. Yes! YES!!!" I said, as I orgasmed with the best one I ever had.

She smiled and kissed me. Her breasts were pressed up against my chest. How could I even think that I would ever be anything like her?

 

* * *

 

In the morning, I checked. All my equipment was still there. But I had to dress like a girl, and go to class. Tanya came by to help me pick out an outfit, and apply my makeup. We walked hand in hand to the classroom, where Ms. Evans got right down to business.

We studied fashion all day, along with color coordination, makeup tips, and hair care. I hated it, but the girls in the class all made sure I was paying attention.

 

At lunch time, Ms. Evans took me back to the medical area. She warned me that if I tried anything funny, they had ways of dealing with it severely. I didn't want to test her, she seemed serious with her threat.

I had to take off my top and my bra, and lay on the table as the female doctor in the white coat injected a clear liquid into each of my breasts, just above the nipples. Again, there was some pain and burning as it came in, but not too bad.

"What size do you think she'll be?" asked Ms. Evans.

"Oh, I am guessing at least a 38D. Perhaps larger. It depends partly on how much estrogen her ovaries are pumping out right now."

That made me feel sick. My ovaries? I didn't believe them at all.

"If you want even bigger breasts dear, you can take these" she said, handing me a box of pink pills. They were an estrogen supplement. No way would I take those! But I put them in my purse to shut her up. "You have up to 24 hours to take them, otherwise you might find that your breasts are too small for your tastes"

Yeah, right.

 

 

The afternoon was spent more on relationships and communications. I would have been bored, but being the most popular one in a class with a dozen how babes kept my attention. We did many interactive exercises to put the theory to practice.

At 6:30, we broke for dinner, then went out as a group to see a movie. I felt very shy going out in public dressed like a girl, so they gave me a wig, put on more makeup, and gave me some advice.

"Women look better when they are in a group together. A man's eye can't settle on any one in particular. So you'll look a lot better and a lot more attractive if you stay close with us. Don't go around unless there are least three of us with you!"

I thanked her, and we rode the mini bus over the theater.

 

I headed their advice, and I never did seem to be picked out. Nobody paid any attention to me, and in a way I felt cheated. Yes, they were all much prettier than I was, but it made me feel slighted just the same.

Still, the film was wonderful, and we went out to a pub afterwards for a drink. We had fun there, then got back to our rooms before curfew. I kissed Tanya goodnight, put on my nightie, and went to bed.

 

* * *

 

I woke up feeling refreshed. I went to take my morning shower, and washed my whole body with the flowery smelling soft soap they provided. When I got to my chest, it really did feel sore and sensitive. And was that some swelling? Were my nipples that big last night? And the aereolas around them, were they that dark and wide? It didn't seem right, but it didn't seem different either. I must be imagining it.

I put on my bra and panties, picked out a nice outfit based on the information from yesterday, and met Tanya to head over to the classroom, along with the other girls. I was starting to feel peer pressure to fit in with them, since we were all doing things together, and I was dressing like them now. It was really cool to hang out with women like this, but I didn't want to become one of them! Yet according to Ms. Evans, it was happening inside my body.

I didn't notice any changes at all, and I tried to work hard at the class so that I would take my mind off of it, since it made me worry so. We spent most of the day learning about style, grace, and manners. It was like going to charm school, walking around with books on our heads to improve our posture, taking small steps. Learning how to serve a formal meal, how to eat, and even how to fold your napkin. We had lunch brought in, and had to eat it like elegant ladies.

The afternoon shifted back to more information on fashion, then more on makeup and hair care. We all had to give each other makeovers. The real women in the class had quite an advantage over me on this, because they had been applying their own makeup for years. Nikki promised me that she'd work with me that night to get more practice in. In fact, I could make up each of them if I wanted to. I was going to do it, since I needed to catch up. There was so much to learn! I hadn't realized what all women went through to look pretty.

 

 

* * *

 

Day three came, and I felt no different than before. I looked at myself in the mirror and while in the shower. I saw no difference. I was supposed to have a fully functioning set of female sex organs by now, but I couldn't tell any difference at all. I doubted Ms. Evans; she was trying to trick me. She was making me wear all this girly stuff, just to humiliate me.

As I put on my makeup with a more expert hand, I had conversations with her in my mind where I told her off. But I didn't like being confrontational, so I wasn't sure I could do it for real. And she had been very nice to me since I had arrived. But that didn't make up for her lying to me!

The girls all complemented me on the job I did with the makeup, and fussed over me, fixing my hair and straightening my skirt. I felt like I was 'one of the girls' now, in the sense that they had accepted me, and were treating me like they did each other (well, they did make a little more of a fuss over me than each other, but other than that...).

Day three of the class centered on etiquette, both in the office and outside. Then we did more exercises for communications, then more style and grace lessons. I was learning how to really walk in heels now, how to move, and even how to sit. Again, there was so much for me to learn!

 

That evening, after I did Nikki's makeup again for practice, we ended up making out. I kissed her all over, and she did me too. She undid the zipper in back of my skirt, and it fell to the floor. She undressed me, and I undressed her. She had a hard time getting my bra off.

"Now I see why guys have such a hard time with this. They're easier to get on than to get off of someone."

"You're telling me!" I said.

As we climbed naked into the bed, she started so suckle my nipples. What a feeling! No woman ever did that for me before, and it just lit me on fire! I had intense feelings coursing through me which I had never felt before. I wanted her!

But there was a problem: I didn't get hard. She had to really rub me hard to get just a little stiffness out of it.

"I was afraid I was too late. The estrogen is taking over, and you're hardly a man anymore."

That scared the hell out of me. The estrogen? I never took those pills. That had to mean....that it was true. I had ovaries, and they were pumping female hormones into my body! No! It couldn't be!

She started giving me head, and I looked down at her. As I saw her face going at me, I noticed my chest. It definitely did have some swelling to it. In fact, I realized I did have breasts starting to grow. I hadn't noticed them all day! I cupped my hands over them, and felt them. That made me feel aroused, and suddenly I did get hard.

"I am becoming a woman!" I thought, and I became harder still! She kept going at me, and I kept touching my breasts. Suddenly, I came, very hard. Nikki looked up and smiled a mischievous grin at me, licking her lips.

"Now you do me" she said, and I obliged her. I made her come a bunch of times, and she moaned with pleasure.

"Am I going to be like that soon?" I thought as I tasted her juices. "Am I going to be pretty like her? Is this for real?"

Her skin was so soft! Was mine really going to change to become that way? Was I going to have a pretty face like her?

She hugged me, and held me close.

"You're going to be *my* girl some day" she said. "The way you go down on me! I want you. You're going to be all mine, once you're a woman."

If I did become a woman, I *wanted* to be hers.

 

* * *

 

It was day five now, Friday. Class flew by, my head becoming crammed with facts. All I could think of though was the sex with Nikki. I wanted more of it! I couldn't wait until we got back to our rooms so we could do it again. I kept glancing at her all day, and she back to me. We flirted with our eyes.

As soon as class was done, we tore back into her room, stripped each other naked, and went to do it again.

"You've got boobs!" she said as she pulled off my bra. I really did now, as my mounds of female flesh were rapidly filling out. I had to be at least a 32 C now, and growing rapidly.

"Suckle them" I said. "Use your teeth. I want to feel you"

She did, and I was on my way to my next orgasm already.

 

We got naked, and this time I went down on her first. Again, she moaned and screamed with pleasure, then laughed as she got sensitive, and I had to stop. Then she did me, and it was something I could not describe.

It took a long time for me to get hard, even more than the night before. But when I did, I felt like I was going to explode. I came so hard that I can't even begin to put it into words. And it kept going and going!

Nikki pulled back, and I looked through my new mounds on my chest, wanting to see her naughty eyes again. But her mouth wasn't grinning, it was covered in blood.

 

I looked down and screamed, a high pitched shriek.

 

There on the sheets was part of me. My manhood.

 

 

The other girls came running to see what was wrong.

"He lost his thingie" said Sarah.

"He's a girl now!" said Claire.

"*She's* a girl now" corrected Tanya.

"And she's *my* girl!" said Nikki triumphantly.

 

I was too stunned to know what to do. Breasts I had accepted, almost willingly, once I realized how they could be used to turn me on. But now I really was a woman. Between my legs, I had nothing! I had a new slit, just like Nikki's. I touched it, but it was too sensitive from being new. I couldn't even explore it.

A red ooze continued to drip out of it.

"I think she's having a heavy period or something" said Sarah. They scrambled for their purses to get me a tampon. Nikki showed me how to insert it.

"Wow Heather, you really are a girl now. I didn't think it was true. But you're a girl."

"Welcome to womanhood!" said Claire.

"You're one of us now" added Tanya. "You're a real woman."

 

* * *

 

Now that I was a real girl, I thought the changes in me would be done. But I was wrong.

 

First, there were the external things. Do you know what it's like to get up in the morning, look in the mirror, and not recognize your own face? As a result of my new body chemistry, things changed in me. Even the bones in my face. I had higher cheekbones, a smaller nose, a different chin....it hardly looked like the old me at all.

And I lost three inches of height. When I had made out with Nikki, I had to lower my head to kiss her. But now, I had to pull myself up to reach her! And with her being taller, she start to take on a more and more dominant role in our relationship, which was also all new to me. I had never been submissive to a woman...and I had never been a woman either!

And I guess that was part of the *internal* changes. The way I thought, the way I felt, the way I perceived events and reacted to them. At first, it was only small changes, and I didn't even notice them. But over time, it became clear that I was now becoming a real woman on the inside too.

A good example was in the class where we had to play the role of mothers in the daycare center, and we had realistic baby dolls to care for. I had been a guy, and didn't give two hoots about dolls. But when I picked mine up, looked at those little wide eyes, and the tiny faces, my heart just melted. I never felt anything like that before!

I said "Aww...she's so cute!", but inside I knew something: one day I wanted a real baby of my own. It was hard to believe, but it was true. I really did! Something awoke in me that day, my nurturing side. And it totally changed my world view.

Because after I realized that I really wanted to be a mother, that's the very first time that I started to think about boys. Now the whole idea of attraction to men was sickening for me. I was a guy, so how could I even think of being attracted to one? But when my maternal side awoke in me, I knew that the only way I would ever get pregnant was by a male. And from then on, I felt a new attraction that wasn't there before.

In my mind, I decided I would marry Nikki, and use a guy to get me pregnant.

 

* * *

 

The days flew by, and before I knew it, it was time to leave. I exchanged contact information with all of the girls. We all promised to stay in contact with each other, although we were from all across the country.

I had a very long good-bye with Nikki. I couldn't stand the thought of being away from her! I told her I would put in for a transfer as soon as I got back, so we could be in the same city together. We made our plans to be together for the rest of our lives.

It was with a heavy heart that I kissed her good-bye, and got into the taxi that drove me to the airport...

 

* * *

 

I arrived at the office promptly at 7:30am. Debbie didn't come in until 8:00, but I wanted to make sure that the coffee was made, and everything was organized before she showed up.

She was very impressed in the improvements I had made in my work skills. When the rest of her staff arrived, she made an announcement.

"Everyone, this is Kate. She is my new secretary."

"What happened to that guy?" asked one aide.

"He had a change of career. He is doing something very different now. We have Kate as our secretary for the department now, so everyone come and say hello."

 

It wasn't two days before my desk became known as 'gossip central'. Everyone wanted to talk to me, and I wanted to talk to everyone. I was great at talking with women, and we would gossip about what was going on in the office. The guys were all over me too. I guess they thought that I was really hot, and they were always bringing me flowers, or doing nice things for me. I'd smile and thank them, but Nikki was in my heart. Oh how I missed her!

 

 

It was two weeks after returning from my class. I was dressed in a new gray business suit, with a knee length skirt. I had on nice comfortable pumps, with a low heel. My pantyhose were itching a bit, and I chastised myself for not having woken up early enough to shave my legs that day, and apply skin cream. My skin still wasn't as soft as most women, because I had all those 'male' years behind me. But it was coming around.

Debbie called us together for a meeting.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, I wanted you all to be the first to hear this. I have accepted a new position as a division president, so I will be leaving you."

There was applause mixed with people saying 'aw..'. I was glad for her, but I was also a bit scared. What if the new person taking her place wanted to bring in their own staff? I might be out of a job! What was I going to do?

 

"I would like for you all to meet my replacement. This person has 14 years with the company, and has been a steady climber up the corporate ladder. Would you all please help me welcome the new vice president of finance, Nikki Dinopolus!

I was stunned. In walked Nikki, my love! I was going to work for her! I hadn't been able to transfer jobs (I had so little seniority), but she got promoted, and moved here! I was elated. What could be better than this.

"Thank you, thank you" she said to the applauding crowd. "First of all, I want to assure each and every one of you that I am not going to change the staffing around here. If any of you want to move with Debbie, you are welcome to do so. If you want to stay, you can be assured that your former position will be here for you."

More applause from the group.

"Debbie's personal assistant Jane is going to move with her to the new job, which leaves an opening. I am very pleased to announce that Kate will be moving from the secretary pool, to be my new personal assistant."

Now they applauded for me! What could be better? Instead of sitting in a desk across the hall from my love, I would be in her office all day! We could lock the door, and have our privacy. And soon, we would move into the same house together.

 

* * *

 

After Nikki and I were married, we decided that artificial insemination was the best way to get me pregnant. It only took two tries, and bang!...I was going to be a mommy. I retired from work, since we could make it on Nikki's salary alone. Now I live at home, and raise the children. We named the girls Tanya and Claire, after our buddies from the class, who we still talk to and visit all the time.

I have a new career: raising the children is a full time job! It doesn't pay very well, but I can tell you that it is more rewarding than any career in the business world could ever be! I highly recommend it for you too....

  

  

  

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