So Secure

by Jennifer White

     

Russ put down his suitcase, and immediately plugged his computer in. He double checked that the hotel door was locked, then sat down in front of his laptop. He entered the network password that the clerk had provided when he checked in, and how all was ready. He was online, away from the prying eyes of the office. Now he could have some real fun.

He suspected that in the office, they would have some kind of internet traffic monitor. And with the lack of privacy in a cubicle, if he tried to surf over to his favorite internet porn sites, he might get caught by a passerby! But now in the hotel, he was safe. He went online to his favorite site, and started to drool over the pictures of all the perfect girls. Ah, how he loved the internet!

When on his weekly business trips, he always did this to pass the time. There were so many pictures, and so little time. All night he was up, surfing the net, finding one site better than the next.

* * *

On Friday, Russ had to go into the office. That meant a full day of work for him. What a bummer. No time to surf the web. He sighed, and got right to work. As he was typing up a response to an email from his supervisor, the phone rang.

"Russ here" he said, not even pausing from his typing.

"Russ? This is Tara from networking. I need to see you in my office. There is a small problem with your computer."

"Really?" he replied. "I don't seem to be experiencing a problem."

"None the less, I need you down here immediately. And bring your laptop with you."

"Sure" he said, not sure what all the bother was about.

He walked down the hall, up to the fifth floor, then over to the corner where networking was located. Tara's door was open, but he knocked before entering.

"Hello?" he said. "I'm Russ."

"Hello Russ" said the woman behind the desk. "Please close the door and have a seat."

Tara was an attractive woman, but not quite "model" quality. She had long pretty hair, a nice body, large boobs and shapely legs. But something in her face didn't quite strike Russ as being perfect enough for the rest of her. None the less, he thought she looked pretty hot, and he would have loved it if she would have stripped for him, like the girls he downloaded! He imagined doing her, right there in her office.

She was wearing a tight blue pencil skirt, a tight white blouse that made her boobs stand out even more, and a blue jacket that did nothing to hide them. She had on black shoes with pointy toes and big heels. Russ couldn't help but to feel excited upon seeing her. She indicated for him to have a seat, and he sat down in the chair facing her desk.

"I am the head of network security here" she said. "I'm afraid that I've found a major compliance issue with your computer, Russ."

"And what is that? I run the virus checker every week, like I'm supposed to" he said, defensively.

"It's not the virus scanner, Russ" she said. "Its the logs files."

"The log files?"

"Yes. You see, the security program on your corporate computer keeps a log of all the web sites that you visit, so that we can be sure that the infrastructure is set up properly to meet your business needs. But when your log file was uploaded, we found some rather *disturbing* things."

"Disturbing?" said Russ, who was scared now. Tara *knew*. But he acted innocent, as if she was offending him with her accusations.

"Right here" she said. "On Wednesday night, you were supposed to be out of the office, traveling."

"I was" he said.

"And it looks like at 9:07pm you visited a site called BigDreamBoobs.com. Then at 9:27, it was EasyOfficeSluts.com. At 9:39, you went to, um.... I can't even say this name out loud, it is so disgusting."

Russ was blushing. Tara had him nailed. His heart was pounding, and he started sweating.

"I have a report here in my hand, with the full list. If I bring this down to Human Resources, you will be terminated from your job. It will go on your record as a black mark against you. You would never be able to reference this firm on your resume. With a ten year gap on a resume, everyone would know you were dismissed under questionable circumstances. You'll never get a good job again. You'll end up sweeping floors, or some other menial task. You won't be able to afford your house anymore; you'll have to sell most of your things, and rent a cheap apartment, on the bad side of town where it is less expensive."

Tara went on and on, really sticking it to him, making him feel *so* scared. She had him dead to rights, and there was nothing he could do!

"I'm sorry" he said. "Please Tara, please don't tell them! You'll ruin my career, my reputation..."

"But you did that all to yourself, Russ" she replied. "Don't blame *me* for your faults."

"I'm sorry" he said. "I admit. It is all my fault. Please, don't turn me in. I beg you. I'll do *anything*!"

Tara scribbled down some notes, and for several minutes she let Russ sit there in silence, his head spinning, his emotions running wild. When he looked as if he was about to cry, Tara finally broke the uncomfortable silence.

"You say you'll do *anything*?" she said at last.

"Yes. I swear to you. Just don't tell anyone!"

Tara stood up, and walked over to Russ.

"I need you to show me you mean it. Get down on your knees and kiss my shoes."

Russ thought it was highly unusual to say the least, but he was in no position to complain! He knelt down, and kissed each of her high heeled shoes. Then he looked up at her.

"I own you now, in the way that you might own a dog. If I tell you to come, you will come running. If I tell you to beg, you will beg. If I tell you to go lay down, you'll go lay down. Dogs feel happy when they obey their owners, especially when doing tricks for them. And owners like to show them off in public to their friends. Tell me you understand that you're mine now, and I own you."

"I am yours now" said Russ, his voice quavering. "You own me now."

"Good" said Tara. "I'm glad you understand your new place in the world. I'm going to give you a task now, which you *will* do for me, to show me that you understand your new role in life. I knew you won't like it, but it does not matter to a dog what it wants. Only the owner is important. You will do as I say. Tell me you understand."

"I will do as you say" repeated Russ, who was now wondering what Tara had in store for him! What awful deed as she going to ask him to do? His mind raced as he looked up at her. He wasn't used to looking at women as something *powerful*, something that could control him! He was used to looking at the pictures of them online, and it was as if those women were submitting to him. But how he was being controlled by a woman.

"This evening, you will go to a department store, and you will buy yourself some new things. You will find yourself a pair of sexy pink thong panties. Make them lacy and pretty. Then you will buy yourself a matching bra. Find one with 'C' cups. As the saleswomen to help you if you have trouble. If they do ask, you must tell them that it is for yourself, so they can properly fit you."

"You want me to buy myself a bra and panties?" asked Russ, not believing what he was hearing.

"You understand perfectly then" said Tara. "Buy them tonight, so that you can wear them underneath your suit tomorrow. Report to me in the morning, and show me that you have them on. Remember, they are to be pink and very sexy. And bring your laptop with you."

Russ gaped at her. How could she want him to do *that*? It was so wrong!

"I will write down that I helped fix your virus scanner" she said. "Officially, I haven't caught you surfing yet. If you don't show up here first thing in the morning, wearing your new sexy undies, I'll report you to your boss. Its your choice, Russ. You can let me begin your feminization process, where I'll gradually turn you into a woman, or you can lose your job, your reputation, and your life. Now get out of here, you disgust me."

Tara went to the door, and Russ had to hurry to stand up so that none of the passers by would see him kneeling down in Tara's office. He glared at her as he walked out of the door. She silently mouthed the word "pink" as he walked by. Russ hurried to the men's room, got in a stall, and sat down. He felt as if he was about to cry. He was trembling all over. What had he done? How was he going to get himself out of this?

* * *

Russ stood there in the department store, trying not to stand out and draw attention. He found a display on a wall with panties at the bottom and bras at the top. He quickly grabbed a pink pair of panties with the "large" tag on them. He held them as if they were going to bite him or something, as if he was afraid of them. He had held panties in his hand before of course, from all the girlfriends he had through his life. But he never held a pair that he was going to *wear*! That made him feel ultra-uncomfortable.

Now for the bra. He looked up on the rack, seeing so many kinds, so many styles. He looked at the first one he found, and it was kind of small. The tag said 32-A. The next level up, he found a 32-B, which looked larger. Up one more level, he found one that said 34-C, which was larger still. Should he get that one? He wasn't sure.

"Hello sir, may I help you?" said a woman's voice, which made Russ shudder. No! He didn't want a salesperson to help him!

"I've never bought a bra before" he said. "I don't know how the sizes work. I know the C-cup part, but what is the other number?"

"The band size, so that it fits around properly. Too small, and it will be too tight. To large, and it won't help support your bosom."

"I see" said Russ. "Is 32 small?"

"It depends on the woman. How large is she compared to you?"

"Just a little smaller" he said. He wasn't about to tell her that the bra was for himself, even though Tara had told him to do so! He wasn't about to admit that!

"With C-cups or larger, I usually recommend a bra with an underwire" said the saleswoman.

"Sure, sounds good" said Russ, who wanted to wrap things up and get out of there!

"We have a sale this week. If you buy three pairs of panties, you get an additional 20% off" she said.

"No, this will do" he replied, wanting to get the h*ll out of there!

Russ had brought cash, so he wouldn't have a credit card record for this purchase. He paid, and stood there sweating as the saleswoman carefully wrapped up his purchases in tissue paper, and placed them just so in the bottom of a little pink shopping bag.

"Thank you sir, come see us again some time" she said.

"Bye" said Russ, who hurried to the door. His mind was racing. He was carrying a bag with a bra and panties, and he was going to have to *wear* them to work the next day! And he had to show them to Tara! He felt anguish and dread as he thought about her words. She had said she was going to gradually turn him into a woman! That wasn't possible. And he couldn't do that!

As Russ drove home, he thought about quitting on his own, and going out to find another job. But he didn't have anything lined up. It could take weeks to find work. And he was sure that Tara would leak his information to the other companies in his industry. She would get him blacklisted anyway. And after working there for so long, he was vested in the pension fund. If he moved now, he'd never get as good of a pension unless he worked until he was almost 70, which would ruin his plans for early retirement!

Finally, he decided that it must just be something to scare him, to tease him. He would do it this one time, and then she would tell him he learned his lesson, and she'd back off. He gritted his teeth, and decided to go through with it. Just this one time.

* * *

All night long, Russ kept having bad dreams, and waking up in a sweat. He'd dream of wearing the bra at work, and that everyone was staring at him as if they knew. He hardly had any rest all night long. When the alarm when off in the morning, it felt as if he had just laid awake all night, worrying.

He got up, showered, and went to get dressed. He pulled on the panties, and they covered up so very little! The thing in his back felt so uncomfortable! He was used to boxers which covered up everything, not some tiny little pink string back there! And the front was so small and so lacy that you could see right through it. It barely covered his package. He was glad to pull his pants on to cover them up!

Then came the bra. He pulled it on, and felt an overwhelming disgust looking down and seeing the pink cups hanging there on his chest, and the straps going over his shoulders! He reached back behind himself to fasten it, and it seemed impossible to get the little thingies to close up. When he finally got one hooked, he was distraught when he found that he had the wrong ones hooked together. Now he needed to *un*-hook that one, and redo it. It took several minutes to get it right. How did chicks make it look so simple?

He pulled on his white dress shirt, and looked in the mirror. He could see the faint outline of the bra under his shirt! He changed shirts, selecting one with a darker color. Now you couldn't see the bra, but the outline of it, just a bit. You'd really have to know that you were looking for it, or look up close. But Russ could detect it. he put on his tie and his jacket. Now the bra was completely hidden from sight, and he felt relieved.

He went into work, and started his usual routine: he got a coffee, sat down to read the finance news, then started on his email. A meeting reminder popped up for him: "See Tara, bring computer". He hadn't put that one in; *she* had. He swallowed hard, and unplugged his laptop. He walked down the halls, dreading what was going to occur next. He was about to show off his new bra to Tara. Russ walked into her office, and shut the door behind himself.

"Excuse me, did I tell you to shut the door?" she asked sternly.

"No" said Russ quietly.

"Then why did you do it?"

"I thought you would want me to."

"Is it your place to think what I want? Or is it your place to obey me?"

"Sorry" he said. "I won't do that again. It is my place to obey you."

"Good. Go open the door."

Russ got up, and opened the door. He returned to the desk, and was about to sit down, when he thought better of it.

"Good, you're beginning to learn. Now go close the door. I want us to have some privacy."

Russ was going to groan, and ask why he had to close the door, when she just had him open it! But he knew she was trying to get him upset, trying to make him do something so that she'd have an excuse to punish him. It was at that moment that he realized just how cruel she was, and how much trouble he was in for.

"Down on your knees. Kiss my shoes."

Russ did as she asked, as awful as it was. What else could he do? He looked up at her, and again she seemed so powerful! He felt so weak, so helpless. It was something he wasn't used to feeling, and didn't like in the least.

"Its just us girls here now" said Tara. "With no men around, we can have all the girl talk we want. We're going to talk about bras, panties, and all sorts of girlie things, now that you're becoming one of *us*. Lets start by taking bras. Show me what you picked out for yourself to wear."

Reluctantly, Russ took off his suit jacket. He threw his tie over his shoulder, and unbuttoned his shirt enough to expose the pretty pink bra he had on underneath.

"Very pretty!" said Tara. "I'm so glad you picked out such a nice bra. You're going to be wearing it *every* day from now on."

Russ shuddered. Every day? Was she crazy?

"Now give me a little peek at your panties" she demanded.

He complied with her demand, as she gushed about how wonderful they made him look. And of course she had to remind him that from that day forward, he was always going to go around in panties. Tara reached over to her desk, and picked up something. She pointed it at Russ, and he saw a quick flash of light.

"There" she said. "The picture came out wonderfully!"

Before Russ could react, she pressed another button.

"Now it is safely uploaded to my account. You could destroy my camera phone, but your picture is safely stored off-line."

It had just got a lot worse for Russ. Not only did Tara have the evidence about his internet surfing activities, but she also had a picture of him wearing his bra and panties! He was so upset that he wanted to lash out, or do *something*. But he could only stand there helplessly. Tara smiled and giggled.

"My girlfriend Julia thinks you look divine" she said.

"You showed that to someone!!!" he said, quite upset.

"Oh, don't be such a fusspot" said Tara. "Julia is a very nice girl, although she says that you'd look so much better if you were to shave off all of that awful body hair of yours. I'm inclined to agree with her. Tomorrow, you are to report to me, with no hair on your body, except on your head. Even your pubic hair has to go. No hair at all. Got it?"

"Yes" said Russ.

"Yes what?" asked Tara.

"Yes, Tara?" he said.

"No, that's not good enough. From now on, you'll call me Ms. Downing in private, and Ma'am in public."

Russ bowed his head, defeated.

"Yes, Ms. Downing" he said, as he thought of how humiliating it would be to go around without any body hair at all.

"Now one last thing before you leave. Bring up your laptop, log on, and put it here on my desk."

Russ did as she asked. He logged on, and she took over they keyboard. He watched in horror as she went online, and brought up a porn site on his computer, right there in the office! Worse yet, it wasn't one of the ones he normally went to; this one featured two *men* together. One of them was dressed (poorly) as a woman, wearing lipstick and everything. He hoped that nobody was walking by to get a look at what was on his screen. He felt so helpless now! Tara had him in such a bad position, and there was nothing he could do about it.

* * *

That evening, Russ couldn't fall asleep. All he could do was worry about what the future was going to bring him. Tara had him going around in the office wearing a bra and panties. What would be next? She certainly wasn't showing any signs of stopping. And she had told him she was going to gradually turn him into a woman. He *had* to find a way to stop it, before it was too late. Before someone discovered what he was wearing. How humiliating that would be! He had to figure something out.

It wasn't until 4:30 in the morning that Russ finally knew what he would do. And only then was he able to get any sleep at all for the night. Even then, in his dreams, he was in the office, dressed in a skirt suit, acting as Tara's secretary. In his dream, he took a little mirror out of his purse and checked his makeup. Then his eyes wandered down to his chest, where he saw a pair of huge boobs, exposed at the top to show off his cleavage. He woke up with a start, and for some reason he couldn't comprehend, an erection.

* * *

In the morning, Russ took a shower and used his shaver to remove all of his body hair, just as Tara had ordered. He put on his bra and panties, and then his suit, thankful that he could cover up those awful pieces of female clothes! He looked bleary eyed, but there was nothing he could do about it. He went into the office, and turned on his computer, as if everything was normal. Then he went to the cafeteria, and picked up two cups of coffee. One for him, and one for Tara. Russ went to her office, and walked in, closing the door behind him.

"Good morning, Ms. Downing" he said. "I brought you coffee."

"That is very nice of you, April" she replied.

"April?" he asked.

"Now that you're becoming a woman, you need a female name, don't you? From now on, you are April. I'm already starting the paperwork so we can do a legal name change for you, when the time is right. Once you're completely female, you're not going to want to have a man's name anymore."

Russ sighed. Now she was going to call him by a girl's name? He was even firmer in his resolve, although something annoyed him. As she told him that he was 'April' now, and that he was going to become completely female, his penis reacted by getting hard. Why would it do that? It really bothered him, but he didn't have time to think about it right now. He had to make his proposal, and hope for the best.

"Ms. Downing, I need to ask you something" he said.

"First, unbutton your shirt for me April. I want to see how well you listened to me."

Russ did as she requested, showing off his smooth, hairless chest.

"Very pretty" said Tara. "Now if you only had some boobs to fill out your bra cups..."

Russ cringed, although he felt a twinge as has erection got even stiffer. He was so upset. Why did that turn him on? He didn't want *that*! He didn't want boobs on his chest. And why had he dreamed about having them? He felt so scared, so weak, so confused. He cleared his throat.

"Ms. Downing, I need to tell you something. I was very bad. I shouldn't have done what I did, and I apologize for it. You win. I was wrong, and I have learned my lesson. I won't ever go look at porn sites, ever again. I'll do whatever you want. Please just stop this! I don't want to be turned into a woman!"

"But April, you're already becoming one. And I can see from the bulge in your pants that you *like* it."

"Please, I beg you! I'll do anything!" said Russ, now almost in tears. "Please don't do this to me! I can't let all my colleagues see me as you feminize me! You're ruining my life. Please stop! I'll do anything!"

He got down on his knees, and looked up at her, silently. A tear trickled down his cheek. Tara smiled. The man was completely defeated now. She *had* won.

"All right April. I'll stop feminizng you in the office. But you have to come to my house tonight, and do what I ask of you. Here is my address. Show up at eight O'clock, sharp."

"Yes, Ms. Downing" said Russ, his voice cracking.

"Oh and April? Make sure you show up dressed completely as a woman. Makeup, heels, the works. And you'll need these."

She handed him a bag. He looked inside, and saw that the bag contained a pair of size C breast forms. Russ shivered all over. Tara had been *expecting* him to come and submit to her. She had been waiting for this!"

"You had better take the rest of the day off so you can prepare yourself" she said. "See you at eight! Ta-ta."

Russ walked out of her office, and hurried out of the building. It would all be over soon! Just one more night of humiliation to get through. He went to the mall, so he could shop for himself. There were so many things he would need! It would be terrible to go out as a woman, but at least it was better than being turned into one at the office, as his colleagues watched.

He went to the mall, and started by going into a clothing store. He looked at the sale rack, and quickly picked out a blue skirt and a white blouse. He also grabbed a pair of pantyhose, then hurried to the cash register. It bothered him to no end that his penis responded by getting hard again. Dressing as a woman didn't turn him on! Why did has dick have to get hard at the thought of it?

"These are for my girlfriend" he told the girl at the sales counter, as she scanned the bar-codes on the clothes he chose. He didn't like the way she looked at him, as if she knew. As he headed to the makeup counter, he decided to take a different approach. He picked the Clinique counter, because he thought the girl working there looked friendly (and cute).

"Hello" he said. "I need some help."

"What can I do for you, sir?" she said.

"I want to surprise my girlfriend, but I know nothing about cosmetics" he lied. "I know that she uses your brand, so I though you might be able to help me pick out a full set for her."

"How about a gift card?" said the salesgirl, trying to be helpful. "Then she can come and pick things out herself."

Russ didn't like that idea! He had to think fast.

"It just isn't the same, giving a card. I need something for her to open."

"You're so right sir" said the girl.

Soon, Russ had her picking out a full set of makeup, bagging it up, and offering to get him free gift wrapping. He declined, saying he'd do it himself. With his bag in hand, he hurried out to his car. It was hard to believe. He had just bought himself a skirt. He had just bought himself makeup. And how he was off to buy himself a pair of heels. And once again, he was annoyed as his penis responded by getting hard. No! This didn't turn him on! Why was it doing that? He was determined to get through the rest of his shopping, as quickly as possible.

* * *

Russ took a deep breath, then opened his door, just a crack to make sure that nobody could see him. He kept the light above his door off, so he wouldn't be seen too easily. He didn't want any of his neighbors to see him, dressed as he was. For the last two hours, Russ had been making himself look pretty, dressing up as a woman. Now he wore full makeup, his nails were painted a bright red, he wore his new skirt, and he even had on high heels shoes. And how his bra was stuffed full with the breast forms that Tara had given him.

It felt so weird to look so much like a woman! And once again, to his chagrin, he got all hard as he saw himself in the mirror looking like a girl. He didn't want to embarrass himself getting another hard-on in front of Tara, so he had gone to the bathroom, and jerked himself off. It was awful, making himself come, as he imagined himself to be a woman. Why was it turning him on? At least he wouldn't be able to get hard for a while now, and Tara wouldn't be able to use it against him.

He went to the car as fast as he could go in the heels, and he was thankful that nobody saw him, as far as he could tell. He drove to the address that Tara had given him, parked outside her door, and walked up to ring the doorbell. It was so hard to do, being dressed up fully in female clothes! She was going to see him like that! But he needed to do this, to get it all over with. He adjusted the strap of the purse he had slung over his shoulder, as he held his breath and waited.

"April, I'm so glad you made it" said Tara, acting all friendly. "Come in, sit down!"

"Thank you, Ms. Downing" he said.

"April, we're not at work now. You can call me Tara. Come in and have a seat. I just love your skirt! Its so pretty, and quite flattering on you."

"Thanks" said Russ, tentatively. Why was she being so nice to him now?

As they sat together, Tara chatted with him as if he was an old friend. They sipped hot tea, and talked. She complimented him on his shoes, his makeup, and told him how pretty he looked. Russ was shocked that she was being like that, and he decided that he had to play along. He smiled at her as they chatted, and he complimented her outfit as well.

Russ put down his tea cup, and noticed a picture on the end table. It showed a baby, who looked just darling! Normally he didn't like babies, but this one was so precious.

"What a cute baby" he said. "Who is she?"

"That's my niece, Kathy."

"How old is she?" asked Russ, with great interest.

"She is twelve weeks old now. She's so smart!"

The continued to discuss the baby, and how wonderful she was. Normally, Russ wouldn't be interested at all, but as Tara told him about little Kathy, he smiled and said "Aw" at all the right moments. They talked about how the pregnancy had been on Tara's sister, and all the work they had done in the house to get ready for the baby.

Russ put down his empty tea cup, as did Tara.

"How does wine sound?" she asked. "I have some chardonnay chilling."

"That would be wonderful" said Russ.

As Tara went off to get the wine, Russ opened up his purse. He pulled out the little mirror inside, and he checked his makeup. He was fixing his lipstick as Tara returned with the wine. He smiled, and straightened out his skirt, crossing his legs at the knees.

"April, do you know Tony from the office?"

"Yes, I do" replied Russ.

"Don't you think he's really hot?"

"Oh yes" replied Russ, who really meant it.

"I just love that smile of his. And he's well built."

"Mmmm" said Russ.

"I heard that he's interested in you" said Tara.

"No way!"

"Oh yes. I heard that he's going to ask you out soon."

"Really?" said Russ, clutching his hands to his chest.

"Do you think he's the type that you'd want to bang on the first date? Or are you going to play hard to get?" asked Tara.

Russ considered the question. Tony *was* really hot, and quite kissable. He might let Tony have his way on the first, date, but a girl who gives in right away might come off as a....

Suddenly, Russ caught himself. He didn't like *men*! He didn't think Tony was cute! Why had he been thinking like that? In fact, he had been acting just like a girl ever since he arrived at Tara's. What was going on? He looked at her, and saw her smile that wicked smile of hers, as if she knew something that he didn't know. Her eyes seemed to be on his boobs, not looking at his face. For some reason, he looked down. And he just about screamed when he saw himself.

His skirt fit much better, now that he had curves. And in the front where the bulge had been, now it was completely flat. Russ noticed that as his arm brushed against the sides of the large mounds on his chest, he could *feel* it. He didn't have breast forms anymore; he had *breasts*.

"I'm a woman" he gasped.

"Does that surprise you?" asked Tara. "I told you that you were going to become one."

"But this is... *real*" gasped Russ, unable to comprehend how it could be true, and how his voice could be so high pitched now. How could he have curves? How could he have real boobs? And how could he have a pussy between his legs? He reached down to feel the flatness down there.

"No..." he whispered.

"The moment you walked in, you began to change. You didn't notice at first, but you gradually transformed, bit by bit, until now you've become completely female. You've already discovered the new feminine feelings in your heart, and no doubt you realize how the feminine thought patterns are beginning to take over. You almost lost yourself into them already, didn't you? Your weak male mind is no match for such strong *female* emotions. The might enslave you completely, making you forget that you were ever a man."

"This is impossible" said Russ.

"On the contrary. It is *true*" said Tara. "Come over here, and look at your new self in the mirror."

As Russ gaped at his new female self, Tara smiled.

"If you have this power, why did you blackmail me in the office?" asked Russ.

"Do you think that simple blackmail would have been enough to get you to come into the office wearing panties and a bra?" said Tara. "No my dear, you were in my power all along. Didn't you notice how you were becoming aroused at the thought of being female? Don't you remember how I made you dream that you were a real woman? From day one, I've been gradually altering your mind, preparing you for womanhood."

Russ looked as if he was going to cry. He was amazed that his hands were so small now, and his wrists. His face looked so pretty. If he was still a man, he would have gotten a hard-on just looking at a chick in a tight skirt with big boobs, like he had become. He was a real hottie.

"As time goes by, your new female self will take over completely. This time you were able to escape, but you'll find that the female thoughts and feelings are still there in your head, and they are like quicksand. They are easy to get into, but oh so hard to get away from. Once you let them into your mind, you will fall deeper and deeper into them, until there is no more Russ left inside of you. All that will be left is April, who by the way seems to be very slutty. She was going to let a man fuck her on the first date! Why you little minx! You move quickly on men, don't you?"

It was true. Russ had indeed said he would do that. How had she done this to him? Somehow, she had altered his mind, and led him into thinking like a girl, so he'd get lost in his new female thought patterns! Russ was *so* scared! He was in a female body now, and in danger of losing his mind.

"April, pay attention" said Tara, her tone very strict and firm now. Needless to say, Russ looked at her to listen!

"Unless you do exactly as I say, you will *never* go back to being your former self. Your only hope for regaining your maleness is to listen to me, and obey. If you don't, you'll remain as a woman for the rest of your days. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Russ, who was terrified now.

"Very good. Do what I order, and I'll restore you. If you don't do it, not only will you be stuck as a girl forever, I'll make you my secretary, so you work directly for *me*. Oh, and you're going to love men so much that you'll be dating four or five of them at any time, because you won't be satisfied with just one man."

"What must I do?" asked Russ, his knees weak and his voice shaky.

"This is Tony's cell phone number. He is expecting your call. You must set up a meeting with him, seduce him, have sex with him, then return to me. You will do all of this tomorrow. Tonight you will sleep here with me, and think about your future as a woman if you don't complete your assignment."

"But I don't want to have sex with a man!" protested Russ.

"If you don't, you'll find yourself in your new female body permanently. And I can guarantee you that soon you'll be so horny that you'll go for any man you find. Either you do Tony, or you'll soon be doing every man in the office."

"But..." he said.

"There are two ways you can do it" said Tara. "You can just bite the bullet, and obey me, even though you don't like it. Or you *could* tap into those new feelings of yours, that are lurking there just below the surface. If you do that, you'll find it much easier. In fact, you may even *like* it. The choice is up to you. But you will do that tomorrow. Now it is time for us to go bed. You need a good nights sleep so you can look as pretty as possible for your date tomorrow."

Tara led Russ up to her guest room. She showed him the pretty bed and the silky pink nightie she had for him.

"I keep a couple of dildos in this drawer" she said, showing him. "In case you want to explore your new pussy. I think you'll really like it. Mmmm, just imagine how good it feels to put a nice big dick into your pussy! Anyway, sweet dreams dear. I'll come by in the morning and get you ready for your date."

As Russ lay in the bed wearing nothing but a pair of panties and the silky nightie, he was scared that he cried. The night before, he had dreamed of being a woman, and now he was one! And Tara said that if he lost his mind into feminine thoughts, he might never come out. Again, Russ didn't get very much sleep at all...

* * *

The next day when Russ woke up, it was noon already. Tara left him a note to take a shower, and to shave his legs. He had to face the image of himself in a female body in the mirror, which shocked and frightened him. He was glad he had survived the night, without falling into feminine thoughts and feelings. He was still himself, just in a very sexy female body.

When he was done, he saw the clothes that Tara had laid our for him. First there was a very sexy black bra and panty set. The panties were thong style, and very hot. The bra was a push-up style, with an underwire. It made his large boobs look extremely sexy and inviting. Now he put on the very tight black miniskirt and the even tighter white top. He looked just stunning, even before he stepped into the six inch heels to complete the outfit.

Tara came in and styled his hair, before applying full makeup to his face. She put earrings on him, bracelets, and a necklace. Russ looked just gorgeous now.

"You're so hot, *every* guy in the place is going to want to take you home and screw you" she said as she sprayed him with perfume. Now she handed the cell phone to Russ, and told him it was time to call.

"And tell him you've been thinking of him all day" she instructed.

"Hi, Tony? This is April" said Russ in his feminine voice, trying not to sound as if he was about to cry.

"April! What a surprise" replied Tony. "What's up?"

"Well, I, you see...."

Russ looked at Tara, who shot back a stern glance.

"I've been thinking of you all day, and I wanted to see if you'd like to meet me for lunch or something."

"Sure!" said Tony. "Do you know where O'Hara's is?"

"Yes" said April.

"Great. Be there at 12:30. I'll be waiting for you."

"Okay. See you there" said Russ, as he closed the phone to end the call.

"There. Now you have a date with a *man*" said Tara. "Now remember. If you don't fuck him and return to me tonight, then you are going to be trapped in that pretty body of yours *forever*."

"I know. I know!" said Russ, who felt angry now. How could she do this to him? He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he walked out to his car, and drove over to O'Hara's. When he got out of the car and walked in, a man whistled, which really annoyed him. Just because he was dressed up in a tight miniskirt, it didn't mean that man should whistle at him! He went inside, and a man held the door open for him, something he had never experienced before.

"Well hello there Miss" said the greeter. "Can I get you a table?"

"I'm meeting someone" replied Russ.

"Lucky guy" replied the greeter, as he looked Russ up and down. Again, Russ was quite annoyed at this! He looked around, and spotted Tony over at a table in the corner.

"At least my friend has manners" said Russ, twirling away from the man, and walking over to Tony. His heels clicked on the floor as he walked. His hips were swaying from side to side, although he didn't even notice. In fact he didn't notice how easy walking in heels was now, and how natural it felt compared to the day before. It was as if he had been walking in heels all his life.

There was only one set of thoughts running though his head: how could this be real? How could he be woman? How could it be *him* with the huge set of boobs sticking out on his chest? How could he be the sexy girl in the tight skirt? And worst of all, how could he be there, just about to seduce a man? He was so distracted by the terrifying thing he must do, that he noticed little else.

Russ saw Tony, and immediately sat down. Tony recognized him, as if they had met before. Russ had only met Tony as a fellow guy around the office. It was clear that Tony didn't realize that the hottie he was sitting across from was really Russ! He thought that April was just some girl. A girl who was interested in him.

Russ had come up with a strategy for how to deal with the difficulty of what he must do now. He was going to have to employ all of the moves that he'd ever seen a girl put on him, through all his years of dating. It was so hard for him to think of what he was going to do with Tony as soon as they were alone though! He devised a way to deal with it: he would pretend that 'April' was someone else, and he was just observing.

So in his mind, it wasn't him that was crossing her legs in that sexy way. It wasn't him that was batting her eyelashes. It wasn't him that was twirling her finger in her hair. It wasn't him that let his leg brush against Tony's. It wasn't him closing her bright red lips around the cherry from her drink, slowly pulling out the stem, then licking her lips after she swallowed it whole. No, it was April doing all these things, and he was just watching. That way, in his mind, he wasn't the one seducing Tony.

Of course, Tony responded as any man would to a woman of April's caliber; he asked if she wanted to go home with him. And April quickly said 'yes', her face perking up. As they walked out the door, April decided that the greeter should be taught a lesson. Right before they walked out, she put her arms around Tony, and gave him a warm kiss.

"Maybe some day you'll learn to be polite to a lady" said Russ. "Maybe *you'll* be the one to get lucky."

Arm and arm, April walked out with Tony, as the guy at the door gaped. Russ giggled to himself, he had sure shown that guy! And he had successfully seduced Tony. Now there was one more thing to do, the most terrifying thing in the world. Russ was going to have to really try to get through it, making love with a man. He decided to do what he had just done at lunch, pretend he was watching a movie. Pretend that it was someone else spreading hr legs for her lover. And he wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.

"I don't like all that foreplay stuff" he said. "Just fuck me now."

Russ peeled off the tight top, and undid his skirt. He pretended it was April who was removing her panties to expose her perfect pink pussy, and it was April who reached behind and quickly undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Russ pretended that it was April who laid on her back and spread her legs wide open.

And because it was April doing all that, he didn't have to feel so disgusted when he saw Tony's pants come off, and see the huge erection pointing up at him. Because it was April on the bed, and not him, Russ didn't need to feel so bad that her body reacted by becoming aroused. It wasn't Russ getting wt, it was April. April's desires were so strong! She wanted to feel that hard dick inside her so much! Russ felt disgusted, but he let it go; those terrible desires would make it all easier to bear. But he tried not to let them overwhelm him; he didn't want to loose himself into them! All he could think about was how much his female body wanted Tony now.

"Ooh, you're so big" he said, much to his surprise. "I want you *so* much baby. fuck me. fuck me now."

As Tony obeyed, sliding his massive erection into April's wet pussy, Russ felt a glow all over, as the overwhelming need to feel a penis up inside his new pussy was being satisfied. He found his hands moving to his boobs and toying with the nipples, until Tony got the message and started to do that for him. When Tony held him down by the wrists, and gave him a hard kiss. April sighed. The man was taking control in bed, and she responded by melting. Tony was so strong, and it felt so good!

As Tony slid in and out once more, and April felt so secure in the safety of his strong arms, her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the first wave of pleasure build up higher and higher, until the warm glow of an orgasm wrapped itself around her, radiating out from deep within, enveloping her body and her mind, making her only think of one thing: the pleasure she was feeling. Oh how she loved it! She moaned uncontrollably as Tony started to build up his pace, and go harder.

Russ was trying to be an impartial observer, pretending that he wasn't the one being fucked by the man on top of him. But the sensations from the orgasms were so strong, he couldn't think of anything! He was unable to do a thing but to ride it out, and enjoy the pleasure as the next wave built up higher and higher. He was so close to the next orgasm! The tension was too much to bear! Words escaped his lips, without his conscious mind generating them.

"Oh baby, fuck me harder! I want to feel all of you inside of me! Twist my nipples hard! You're making me cm!"

Tony obeyed, and April responded by screaming as an even larger orgasm hit her, followed by a warm splash within, and the feeling of the wetness oozing out of her pussy dripping down her leg and onto the bed, making a wet spot. April felt so content! She wrapped her arms around her lover and held him close.

"Did you come?" he asked.

"Twice" she said, smiling, before kissing him tenderly. She felt his strong body next to her soft curvy one, and all felt right. She was suddenly overwhelmed by tiredness, and she decided to close her eyes, just for a moment. Five minutes later, they were both asleep.

* * *

In the morning, April woke up in love. She put on one of Tony's large shirts, and cooked him breakfast. She loved the smell of him on it. It turned her on to smell his scent. She served him breakfast in bed, after which they made love again before they showered and dressed. April did her hair, then pulled her makeup out from her purse and did that too. She squealed as Tony walked by and gave her a gentle slap on the rear.

"I have to work today" she said. "What are you doing this evening?"

"Taking you to dinner" said Tony.

April shivered all over. How wonderful! She'd spend all day with him. In her mind, she was picturing what she'd look like in her white wedding gown, with Tony next to her in a tux. *Mrs.* April Lombardi, she thought, as she finished her hair.

As April was putting on her heels, her cell phone rang.

"Hello! April here" she said, almost singing.

"Hello April, its Tara."

Tara! Her boss! Something stirred within April, a distant voice screaming as it realized what was happening. But April could hardly hear it, she was too worried about work. She couldn't go into the office dressed as she was! She needed to go home, and put on a proper suit with a nice pencil skirt and matching jacket.

"Sorry Tara, I'll be a little late today" she said.

"That's all right dear. I was just calling to see how your date with Tony went."

"Beyond all expectations" replied April, looking around to make sure he wasn't nowhere insight. "He was *awesome*."

"I'm so happy for you" said Tara. "Why don't you go home, change, and just come in for the afternoon?"

"That's so nice of you!" gushed April. "I'll see you after noon."

"Great. Bye-bye" said Tara.

What a nice boss to work for. April was just a lowly secretary, but Tara treated her so nicely. Something bugged April at that thought, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Something deep inside was troubling her, but it was so insignificant that she barely noticed. It was the male voice of Russ crying out desperately, as the female thoughts and emotions were drowning him out, integrating his memories into *hers*, erasing the parts that no longer applied, and replacing them with their *female* counterparts.

For example, his memory of getting his first erection was gone now, replaced by April's memory of her first period. Instead of remembering how his father taught him to shave his face, April remembered how her mother taught her to shave her legs. Memories of being a football player were replaced by ones of being a cheerleader. Russ was being erased, as April grew stronger and stronger within him.

He could no longer remember the face of the first girl he had made love with; April had replaced that experience with the first *boy* she had let into her pants. Russ could no longer remember learning to tie a tie for his suit at work; instead, he remembered learning to wear a bra for the first time. By now, there was so little left of Russ, that he was no longer terrified of being Tara's secretary. He could no longer remember ever being a man. In a few more moments, there was no more Russ at all. He had been completely integrated into April. Russ was gone forever, with April completely in charge now.

* * *

April placed the manilla file folder on her boss's desk, and stood there waiting. She straightened her dark blue chalk-striped pencil skirt, which matched her jacket. Her long hair hung down, her face glowed, and her heels made her legs look oh so sexy. Tara looked up to acknowledge her. Only then did she speak.

"Ms. Downing, I found this paperwork for an employee of yours named Russ Johnson" said April. "But I don't think I've ever heard of him."

"He used to work for me, but he violated our corporate security policy, so I had to terminate him. I brought you on board to replace him."

"Oh, I see" said April, giggling at the thought that she had replaced a man! "I'll have this shredded for you then."

"Very good April" replied Tara. "That will be all."

"Yes, Ms. Downing" she replied, as she hurried off to do her job, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked away....

  

  

  

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