Totally Tina

by Jean M. Chambers

 

Tim and Janice had recently broke up. It wasn't a messy break up. Tim simply told Janice he needed a 'new experience' and that he wanted to date other women for a while. She didn't seem upset. She told him that would be fine after he moved out. So he did. Several days later Tim received a call from Janice asking if he could help her out at the office. He said yes. Janice ran an orientation service for Transexuals. He had helped her out on a few occasions when she was between Secretaries so he knew what to do. It was easy work and he needed a job anyway, since he got laid off a couple days after he got his own appartment. It didn't pay much, typical Secretary wages, but it was more than enough for rent.

Tim was always amazed how well Janice's clients passed as females. If he hadn't known better, he would swear they were GG girls. Many were very pretty and moved elegantly. That was why Janice came highly recommended. Her job was to teach her men how pass as ladies. During his first week at work Janice asked Tim to sit in on a training session so he could see what it was like. He didn't think it was a bad idea. The session was called 'Hypnotic Transistioning'. He knew hypnosis was all hog wash, but it might be fun anyway. He left the class with the same opinion as when he went in. Janice never asked him to sit in on another. Time passed quickly. Before he knew it over a year had gone by. Tim had been real busy the past several months because he had started doing temp secretarial work on the side, a suggestion made by Janice. He was now a 'Kelly Girl' temporary Secretary. He was the only male they had ever hired. He didn't mind. The jobs paid better than Janice did and the extra money came in handy.

The intercom on his desk buzzed. Janice, calling him Tina, asked him to come into her office for a minute. He had picked up the nickname, Tina, a few months prior. Janice had made a joke about calling Tim, Tina. Since most Secretaries were female, a female name seemed appropriate. He really didn't care. He could take a joke. The name stuck. Everyone now called him, Tina. He sat in a chair in front of her desk and waited patiently while she finished a phone call. Janice was always professional at work and liked wearing nice business skirtsuits.

"So," she asked, after she hung up, "how do you like the job so far?"

"Not bad, Janice. The clients are nice and the work isn't too hard, and the temp jobs keep me busy."

"Good, good." she smiled, "I was wondering how you've been feeling lately."

Tim thought for a second.

"Not bad. My legs have been achey lately, but that is all, really."

"Well, I not surprised, Tina. Between your jobs, you have been on your feet a lot lately. Those shoes must be tough to walk in all day. Lord knows I couldn't do it."

Tim looked at his black, wingtip shoes. He thought they were comfortable.

"And your outfits! I must admit, they are really cute, in a sexy way. I admire you for having the nerve to wear them."

He looked down at his pink shirt and white pants. Yeah. He thought. Pink is a bit daring for a guy, although he wouldn't call his outfits cute or sexy.

"Thank you, Janice" he smiled.

"You don't find those clothes a bit uncomfortable to work in? I swear," she giggled, "I'd feel too self concious."

"No, not really, Janice. I'm quite comfortable."

Tim thought the conversation was rather strange. But then, many things seemed strange lately. Women seemed to be more open to socializing with him. Two weeks ago he attended a ballet with Janice and some of the girls he knew from his temp jobs. They passed the time at intermission standing around and chatting over some wine. Men in evening attire complimented the group on their gowns as they passed. They even smiled at him. Just that morning a man held the door for him. Now that he thought about it. That had happend numerous times in the past few months. Last week, when she had him escort her to a coctail party, men kept wanting to dance with him. The first one just put his arm around Tim's waist and maneuvered him to the dance floor. He felt embarassed at first, but no one seemed to mind that two men were dancing together, so he just kept on dancing. From that point on, there was an enless stream of men asking to cut in for their turn. He didn't get a moments rest.

"To each their own." Janice said, bringing him out of his reverie. "I must admit, that outfit looks nice with your blonde hair. You wear that hair style well. It makes you look perkish."

Perkish? He thought. Janice did have a way with words, although he wouldn't call his hair color blonde. Light brown was more like it.

"Thank you Janice" Tim nodded.

"I would change the lip color though. Frosted pink would look better on you."

Now Tim really was confused. Janice sat there smiling, with a look of anticipation on her face.

"Janice, I don't wear lipstick." He was not amused. She must have been trying to get a rise out of him for some reason.

"Oh, don't you? Are you sure? It sure looks like you are wearing makeup to me. As a matter of fact, you look like a 'Femmebot' girl out of an Austin Powers movies" she laughed.

Tim stood up briskly to leave.

"Janice, if you don't mind, I have things to do!".

"Wait!" Janice gigled, "Do you remember when you told me you wanted a change and to see other women, and moved out?"

"Yeah?"

"That made me very angry, Tina. The more I thought about it the angrier I got. I'm the reason you lost your job back then. I made everyone where you worked think you were a pervert. They didn't like. That is why they let you go."

"Why would you do that, Janice?"

"Because I was angry! I wanted to hurt you. Then I thought of a better, permanent way of hurting you. I never thought we would become best girl friends, though. You see, I didn't really need a secretary back when I hired you. I wanted to punish you for dumping me. Unfortunately for me, when you started changing, I started liking you."

"What are you talking about?" Tim asked again, agrily.

She giggled harder, got up and walked senseuously around the desk. She stood facing Tim, looking deeply into his eyes and longingly at his lips. Then she took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. He tried to push her away but, somehow he couldn't. She seemed stronger than him. Her mouth pressed harder against his, almost manly like. Then she let him go. He got a momentary head rush and slid back down onto the chair. Janice knelt down next to him. She started slowly stroking his pant leg up and down. It felt deliscious, so he didn't stop her.

"I'm sorry Tina. I've wanted to do that for quite some time. You see, you aren't who you think you are anymore."

"Janice, stop talking in riddles" Tim demanded.

"Okay, Tina. You think you are Tim, but in reality, you are not. At least not anymore. You really are, Tina, the temp Secretary. That is why Kelly Services wanted you to work for them. You are a very good Secretary."

She continued to stroke his leg. It made him feel warm between his legs.

"Janice, you are still not making any sense" he fumed.

"Alright, then, Tina. I was just having a little fun with you before. I had hoped you would catch on, but you didn't, so now it is time for you to know the truth. What kind of shoes are you wearing, Tina?"

Tim looked at his shoes. They were the same ones he had worn daily for the past year and a half.

"Why, black, wing tips of course" he said, looking back at her.

"No they aren't, Tina. Because, you see, Tina would never wear men's, black, wing tips. Take another look and you will see what kind of shoes you are really wearing."

Tim looked at his shoes again. They weren't black anymore. They were pink. His eyes bugged. He was wearing pink, five inch, lady's pumps. It startled him. He sat upright in his seat, staring at his shoes. Janice kept stroking his leg. He glared at her.

"What kind of joke is this?"

"Oh, it's no joke, Tina. Did I ever tell you, you have great legs? No, of course not. You do, you know. So did every guy at the cocktail party last week. That is why they wanted to dance with you. Take a look at your pretty legs. Now you can see what they really look like."

Tim looked at his his legs. His black pants were gone. In their place was a mid thigh, white, leather, mini skirt. Janice's hand was no longer stroking his pant covered leg. She was stroking his smooth, sheer, nylon covered leg. The sensation sent a shiver up his spine. Startled, he caressed his own knees gently with his finger tips to reassure himself they really were his legs. They were. Tim was horrified. All he could do was stare at the two, smooth, long, legs extending out from under the skirt, down to the pink, high heeled clad feet.

"You were a real knock out last month. When we went to the Ballet you thought you were wearing a Tux. Actually, you were wearing a long, black, sequined, backless, evening gown." Janice pointed to her upper thigh, almost at crotch level, "The slit was up to here." She giggled. "Every guy in the place wanted to lay you! Their comments were meant for you, Tina. I must say, you looked like dynomite in that dress. You even made me hot. It displayed your bossom nicely." She paused, as if an after thought. "Did you know you have great breasts? You can see how your top really looks like now."

Tim slowly looked down at his upper body, eventhough he was scared to. Two buxom, size thirty six, breasts threatened to spill out of the bustier looking pink blouse, that now replaced his shirt. It matched his shoes. He clenched the arms of the chair tightly and stood up slowly, staring at his breasts in disbelief.

"What have you done to me?"

"Oh, that's not the best part. The best part is... you are really cute! I mean, Bambi, cute. Cute enough to rock all night cute. Real hard-on, cute. Come in your pants, cute. Look in the mirror! You'll love yourself. Or, at least die trying, since it is kind of hard to make love to yourself. But then again, you won't have to. Plenty of guys will want to do that for you."

She giggled uncontrollably for a moment. Suddenly Tim realized he had been chewing gum. He moved to the mirror, heels clicking. His ankles wobbled and the tight, short, skirt restricted his stride. He had to mince a little. He was excited and horrified at the same time when he saw his reflection in the mirror. Excited because everything about the woman staring back at him said, "Take me!" Horrified, because the woman in the mirror was really him. His hair was long and curly. It was a creamy, light, blonde, like Maryln Monroe's, and pinned up loosely on top of his head. Blonde strands ran down the side of his face. His eyes and thin brows were lined in dark black and he wore powder blue eye shadow. His eyelashes were thick with mascara. His lips were coated with a pink frost lipstick, the same color as his blouse, just as Janice had said earlier. He touched his cheek, on the verge of losing his mind.

"What a knock out, hunh?" Janice smirked, "You said you wanted a change. Is that enough of a change for you, Tina?"

She spat the last question.

"You bitch!" yelled Tim, "What have you done? What have you done to me?"

"That should be obvious, Tina. Unless you're blind, that is. I've slowly turned you into a woman over the past year. Or, should I say, you did. You didn't think I would let you leave that easy, did you? If I couldn't have you, no girl would have you. Well... maybe a lesbian would, but certainly not a stright chick. What straight chick would want to date another girl that looked better than she did, and like blonde, bimbo, bambi to boot? I'm guessing... none. And by the way, if it hasn't sunk into that pretty, blonde head of yours, you are a bitch now too."

Janice leaned against her desk. Tim felt his breasts. There was no mistake. They were real. He slid his hands down over his hips. They were real too, and flared out the skirt impressively. He was getting horny just looking at himself.

"I thought you might want these for souveneers."

Janice handed him several photos. They had been taken at the office, the coctail party, and the ballet. He remembered posing for them, but certainly not in the outfits he now saw. All the while he thought he had been wearing mens clothes, he had been wearing women's. Skirts, dresses, capris, you name it. One of the office shots showed him sitting on the edge of his desk wearing black, high heeled sandals, white capri pants, and a black lace top. The cocktail party photo was worse. It showed him wearing a very short, tight, black cocktail dress and four inch patent pumps. Tim remembered the man he was dancing with. The man had his hand on Tim's rear, obviously copping a feel. He didn't remember that part. The ballet photos were stunning. Tim was standing with Janice and his lady friends. Only now, he could see, he had been one of the glamorous ladies out for an evening of pleasure. He blended right in with the other women. And yes, the dress was backless with a thigh slit up to there. He felt sick.

"My, my, Tina. You look ill. You better sit down, honey."

He did.

I've saved the best for last, Tina. Tomorrow is the big day. Your big day. The day you finally become complete."

All of this was too much for Tim. He was in a daze.

"Janice! I'm not a woman! I don't want to be a woman."

"Oh... it is too late for that mister!" Janice hissed, "Or, should I say, Ma'am. Much too late! You should have thought of that when you left me."

"But I..."

"As I was saying, Tina. Tomorrow is your big day. You still have your, thingy, if you know what I mean. It is rather small because of the hormones you've been taking for the past year, but you still have it. After tomorrow you won't. You'll be just like me. Any sex you have will be on your back, getting pumped, with your ankles over your head. Quite fitting, I think. I'm sure you will learn to like it. Then again, maybe not. Do you know what it is like to have your skirt pulled up around your waist, pantyhose down around your knees, bent over a desk, and getting pumped from behind? No? Soon, you will be able to find out." Janice's eyes glazed over, remembering, "It can be quite exciting."

"There is no way I'm going to have SRS..."

"How will you stop it, Tina? You will be hypnotised, like you have been for the past year. You won't even know it is happening. When I count to zero from five you will become, Tina, again. The next time I bring you out of the trance, it will be too late. You will be totally, Tina."

"I won't go through with this. You can't make me!"

"Try to stop me. Five!"

"This is insane, Janice. I'm not a woman!"

"You will be soon. Four!"

"I can't go through life dressed like this! Look at me. I'm half naked! For God's sake, Janice!"

"You always liked women dressed like that. Now you can dress like that too. Three!"

"Stop this, now, Janice, or I..."

"You'll what? Paint your finger nails? Two!"

"You bitch, you! I'll..."

"One!"

Tina instantly became perky. Janice smiled.

"Will that be all Janice?" Tina chewed her gum.

"Yes, thank you, Tina."

Tina stood up and tugged her skirt down, then minced toward the door, her high heels clicked on the floor and her hips swayed suductively.

"Oh, Tina" called Janice, as she reached for the door knob. She turned, her blonde hair swishing around.

"Yes?"

"Good luck with tomorrow."

"Oh! Thank you, Janice. You're so nice."

The door closed and Janice thought.

"You'll need it, honey. Being a real woman, changes everything."

 

 

 

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