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This story is incomplete. I wrote the first part and then thought it could be just a beginning of a longer tale. I would love to collaborate with someone on turning it into a finished product. Being a businessman, I particularly enjoy this theme. Contact me via the hyperboard or via Mindy on fictionmania who can contact me reagrding working with me to finish this story. The Office Girl by Charlene This is the story as I began it about a year ago. Here's the fantasy as it stands now. There are 2 characters. Myself, and my secretary Katherine Coughlin (Kay). Up until the "Sunday Disaster" below, most of this is factual. I do wear girl undies under my business clothes, and she may very well know this, although I have no knowledge that she does. MYSELF I am Joseph O'Day. I founded the company about 15 years ago. We are engaged in market research consulting for several client companies. I have a small office, consisting of myself and Kay. The office is in a suburban Chicago business center. The building is 3 stories, with about 15 offices on each floor. My office is on the 1st floor. I am the sole owner of the company. I am divorced, and live in a nice apartment near the office. Since my divorce, I have purchased many items of girly clothing, which I wear at home quite a bit. Over the last year, I have begun to wear feminine undies under my male clothes at work. I wear panties, pantyhose, pantygirdles, bras, camisoles, and stockings at various times. I am always very careful. Although I have fantasized many times about Kay catching on, I'm fully aware of the situation regarding "sexual harassment" and the ability of women to collect damages from even the slightest indication of that kind of activity. In my case it would be ruinous. KAY Kay is a wonderful secretary. She was divorced about 5 years ago from her husband who was a successful stock broker. She helped him in his business, so she is well acquainted with business operations. She is more my "Administrative assistant" than just my secretary. In her divorce settlement, she retained a crack woman attorney and received the house (of course, her ex pays the mortgage, taxes, and insurance on it), a generous cash settlement, and alimony of $2,000 per month. She works really for spending money, and to keep her business skills up to date. This is true. THE FANTASY Kay has, over the last several months, become aware of the fact that I am wearing female underclothing. At first, she thought she saw a "panty line" under my slacks as I bent over to pick up something, but passed it off as a "silly thought". She did, however, start paying closer and closer attention and noticed more and more things (The outline of a garter, the outline of a bra when my jacket pulled against my back), even though I thought I was being very careful. She is now convinced that what she is seeing is my wearing women's underwear. She is thinking very hard as to how to turn this knowledge to her advantage. She knows that if she just confronts me, I will just deny it and maybe fire her. She will have no proof to back up her accusations. These thoughts occupy her mind to a great degree. She has devised many plans as to what she would do, ranging from simply demanding a raise to wild fantasies that she knows could never come true. THE SUNDAY DISASTER About 6 months ago. I was in the office on a Sunday, finishing a report for a client that needed to be ready the next day. I was aware that there was nobody else in the building. I realized that I could live a fantasy and be there dressed in all female clothing if I had thought about it. This happened again a month later, and I dressed in my girl undies and brought a blouse, skirt, and heels to the office in my attache case. I did my work at Kay's desk, pretending to be her, dressed in only female clothing. On the Sunday in question, I came to the office very excited at being able to "play Kay" again. I carefully checked all the offices in the building, making sure they were dark and empty, and that there were no cars in the parking lot except mine. I locked the office door, opened my case and removed and donned the sheer frilly nylon blouse that clearly revealed my pink satin brassiere. Then came the peach satin slip and a short skirt. Then I applied bright red lipstick and nail polish and clipped on dangling earrings. I was in heaven as I lifted my skirt to reveal the beautiful slip and then higher to show my garter belt and frilly panties! I finished my work and then sat at Kay's desk thinking, "She would die if she could see me now". Kay was at her house beginning to write Christmas cards when she realized that she had left her address book in her desk at the office. She jumped into her car and drove the 15 minutes to the office. Noticing that my car was parked there, she went in, placed her key in the office door and stepped into the office. One glance at me sitting at her desk in all my "finery" and makeup stopped her in her tracks. In a flash, she realized that all her thoughts about catching me in girl things had just come true AND BEYOND HER WILDEST DREAMS! I sat stunned as she walked toward me. "Oh Kay, this is so embarrassing. Let me explain", I stammered. She walked to where I was sitting, taking in the sheer blouse and satin bra. She stood over me, now seeing the short skirt and heels. "Well, I see we have a new office girl" she laughed. Without another word, she strode into my inner office where my male jacket, slacks, shirt, and shoes lay on my desk, scooped them up and walked out of the office. She walked to her car and put my clothes into the trunk. Then she sat, also stunned at this turn of events, in her car and thought, "Oh God, girl, I've got him! What will I do now?". She laughed uproariously as she pictured me trapped in the office in all girls clothing. She had felt my car keys and wallet in my jacket. Everything she had thought about in the last 6 months raced through her mind. "Go for it, girl", she thought. "Go for the whole thing! You'll never have another opportunity like this!". She drove back home and picked up her Polaroid camera and picked up several packs of film at the drugstore on her way back to the office. She entered the office where I sat quivering, not having any idea of what was to happen and cursing my stupidity. "Well MISS BOSS, let's have a good look at you.", she said with a smirk on her face. I stammered once again, "Oh Kay, let me explain". It was all I could think of to say. "There's no need to explain MISS BOSS, I've known about your wearing girl undies for 6 months. I just never believed what a cute girl you were.", she laughed as she loaded the camera. "Now stand up and smile", she ordered. Fighting for time and some idea of how I could get out of this, all I could think of was to go along with her for the present. Maybe I could make peace with her. I stood and smiled as she snapped what was to be the first of many humiliating pictures. She took pictures of me at her desk typing, then running the copy machine and fax machine, and filing. Then I was required to perform these activities over again in my bra, panties,garter belt, hose and heels, always smiling like a sissy girl. She again left the office, returning in 20 minutes to tell me that the pictures were in "a safe place". She brought with her my jacket and slacks, telling me to put them on. "Now, we're off for some shopping MISS BOSS", she laughed. Marching me to her car (my car keys and wallet had been removed from my jacket), she drove me to a nearby mall and parked before a women's wear store. "Let's go MISS BOSS", she said. "Oh Kay, I can't go in there in this blouse and heels, makeup and earrings" I cried. "MISS BOSS, it's either that or the pictures go to your customers and friends tonight. Tomorrow, they'll be on the bulletin board of the office building. Now make your choice! I can get a secretary job anywhere, but you'll be ruined!" Totally distraught, I pranced in my heels behind her into the store. The lady store manager laughed uproariously as she explained that I was a sissy girl and needed some dresses, blouses, and skirts. Many were tried on me and she purchased all of them explaining to me that they were going on the company expense account. She next took me to the lingerie department where the humiliating experience was repeated. After that followed the cosmetics department and, finally a wig shop where she and 2 salesgirls selected a black shoulder length wig for me. MAYBE THIS ISN'T NECESSARY. AFTER ALL, "THE TRIP TO THE MALL", HAS BEEN DONE IN SO MANY STORIES. She drove me to her house, made me strip and shower. She then rubbed depilatory all over my body except for my pubic area which she shaved into a little female triangle. After rinsing, I was brought to the bedroom for my "Transformation". First she put me into a waist-cincher panty girdle with attached garters and black nylon stockings. Then the 38C bra with 3 foam falsie pads in each cup. A slip and knee length red silk dress followed. Then she sat me at her vanity and began plucking my eyebrows into feminine arches. "Oh Kay! What are you doing? I can't go to work like this tomorrow", I cried, still in a state of complete shock at was had happened (and was still happening). "Oh yes you can, and you're going to look just perfect", she replied. Finishing my makeup and adjusting the wig, she told me to look at "my new self". My knees buckled as I beheld a tall, busty, and attractive woman! "Now, we're off to dinner". She drove us to a high class restaurant and gave the car to the valet parker. The headwaiter said, "A table for 2, ladies". I saw her smirk as the blush of humiliation spread over my face. We were seated and the waiter approached saying, "Will you ladies have a cocktail before dinner". I wanted to die. Over dinner Kay said, "Now, here's what is going to happen. You are going to sign over to me 51% of the business. Then I am going to announce that Joseph O'day has taken an extended medical leave of absence leaving me in charge. Finally, YOU are going to appear as my new "office girl", I think "Charlene" will be a nice feminine name for you from now on. I will run the business and you will be my "office girl" for 1 year. After that time, I'll bring you back. Of course, I'll keep majority ownership. During the time you're "Charlene" my office girl, you will still own 49% of the business, so you'll have a good income since you will be earning only secretary's salary. You will live as Charlene at my house so I can keep an eye on you at all times as you become the girl I suppose you always wanted to be. The alternative is total ruin as I expose you to everyone for the girly sissy you really are!". "Oh Kay", I cried, "When are you going to do this?". "Why, starting tomorrow morning!", she replied laughing. We drive to her house and she has me remove my clothes and put on a nightie she bought. She shows me how to remove my makeup with cold cream saying, "You'll be doing this every night from now on, so pay attention". She took me to the guest bedroom and, smiling, told me to get a good night's sleep. The next morning she came into the bathroom as I was finishing shaving. I had showered using the scented bath soap she provided. "Now, kneel before the toilet and lift the lid and seat. I want you to play with that little thing until you squirt your maleness into the toilet where it belongs! Then flush it. That will relieve you of any little masculinity that could upset your first day at MY office, "Charlene". She drove us to the office building, parked, and led me into the building. I was in total turmoil as I pranced in my heels down the hallway I had walked as the owner for so many years. I was instructed that my first duty would be to take the coffee pot to the ladies room, clean it, fill it with fresh water and start morning coffee. I walked down the hall. The ladies and men's rooms are on opposite sides of the public hallway. Instinctively, I began to turn into the men's room when a man came out. I saw his eyes glued to my large bosom as I turned away into the ladies room. I thought "When will I get to walk through that door with the "men's" sign on it again?". I cleaned the coffee pot alongside 2 other "office girls" doing the same thing and returned. I got the coffee started and brought Kay her cup. "Get your steno pad and come back here Charlene", she said. I found the steno pad and sat in the chair next to the executive desk I had always occupied. "I know full well that when I was taking dictation in that chair, you were always peeking up my skirt", she said. "Now it's going to be me doing the looking. Cross your legs and lift up your skirt and slip all the way into your lap! I want you like that whenever you sit there, and for good measure you might as well sit like that at your desk at all times! Now write this down Miss Charlene. First I want you to type a letter to Terry Gibbons our corporate attorney telling him to draw up a contract giving me 51% of the company. Tell him that you don't want any questions, just to do it, and have the contract here tomorrow by messenger. Sign your male name, it'll be the last time you do for the next year. Next I want you to type a letter to me. You will explain that you are, and always have been a sissy and that you have always wanted desperately to be a girl. Tell me all about the dressing up you have done in your life, how wonderful you feel in girl clothes and that you want to wear them permanently as a true girl. Include a list of all the feminine clothing you have now, describing each item as to model, style, material, and color. Tell me how wonderful each one makes you feel. Beg my permission to help you to become the true girl you have always known yourself to be. Sign it with your new name, "Charlene La Monica" and also "Formerly, Joseph O'Day". I walked to my new desk, lifted my skirt and slip into my lap, and began typing. The letter to the attorney seemed to take forever as my fingers trembled and made lots of mistakes. I signed it, wondering if it was truly to be the last time I would use my name for a full year. I began the next letter. Dear Ms Katherine Coughlin, I write this letter to confess to you that I am, and have always been a sissy. I have loved dressing in girls clothes since I was a little boy and my mother and sisters dressed me as a girl and showed me the happiness of wearing frilly girl panties, petticoats, and pretty party dresses. I came to hate my plain boy clothes and wished that I could be a girl always. Ever since then, I have worn feminine clothing whenever possible. I truly love the feeling of silk, satin, lace, and nylon on my body. I envy all women and girls because they can wear these wonderful things every day. Each day when you come into the office I dream of being able to wear the things you do. I humbly thank you for the opportunity to serve you as your office girl and realize my dreams. I beg you to help and teach me to become a real girl and live a happy life. I will do my best to be a very good office girl for you and serve you in all ways you desire. The following is a list of the female clothing I now own. BRASSIERES 2 Bali (1 pink, 1 black) 2 Maidenform (flesh tone) 2 Playtex (1 red, 1 pink) PANTIES 2 Vasarette (pink stretch satin) 2 Olga (1 white satin, 1 white nylon with lace legs) 2 Victoria Secret (1 red satin 1 black satin) PANTY GIRDLES 2 Subtract (1, pink 1, flesh tone) SLIPS 3 Vasarette half slips (1 peach satin, 1 red satin, 1 pink) 2 Vanity Fair full slips (1 pink, 1 flesh tone) 1 Vanity Fair pettipants slip (pink) NYLONS 4 Leggs action comfort pantyhose 4 Hanes Silk Reflection pantyhose 4 pair Hanes Silk Reflection stockings 4 pair Hanes Silk Reflection knee hi's BLOUSES 1 Sheer pink nylon with lace trim bodice 2 White cotton for wear in the evening under my suit jacket SKIRTS 2 Quiana knee length, 1 cranberry, 1 cream 1 Leather mini Respectfully, Charlene La Monica, formerly Joseph O'Day As I sat doing my typing, Kay sat in my former office. Later I was to know that she had a tablet on her desk and was making notes. Many months later she showed them to me. Of course, by then it didn't matter. They looked something like this: "Oh God, what have I done? I can't believe what's happened. It all went so fast! I guess I have no choice but to go all the way now. I wonder what my new "office girl" is thinking. I can hear "her" typing. Well Kay, right now he's a feminized girl but he's still masculine and as long as he is, he's never going to stop trying to find a way out of this. I've got the pictures and I can ruin him, but he may decide that he can put up with that and start over again in a new business somewhere. I have to destroy his will to resist, and that means destroying every shred of masculinity in him, and fast! I have to make him into a simpering girl, dependent totally on me. He has to accept this situation for the next year. Of course, I have no intention of releasing him then. If this works the way it has to, he'll be totally feminized and be my "office girl" for as long as I want, and that's going to be for a lot more than 1 year. He's in a state of shock now, and I have to keep him that way. I think I'll take "her" to lunch at that restaurant where he has lunch with the local clients. Oh god, I forgot! "She" has to type the announcement about "his" leaving and my taking charge. I'll do that after lunch. I'm going to need help with this, I can't think of everything myself, who can I talk to? Make a list. Marla Lewis, she handled my divorce. She hates men, and she certainly took my ex to the cleaners. She'll have some good ideas. Dr. Mulloy, my Gynecologist. I can talk to her in medical confidence and I'm due for my checkup now anyway. Oh God! What about Audrey my beautician? She'd love this, and I can send "Charlene" to her salon. That should put a damper on his masculinity. At this point, I brought the 2 letters in for her approval. She told me to messenger the one to the attorney and sat back to read the other. I heard her laughing in her office as I arranged the messenger service. "Charlene", come in here. There's a letter I forgot. You have to type the announcement of "his" leaving and my taking charge of the company. Get it done right away, and then I'll be taking you to lunch." I returned to my desk, pulled up my skirt and slip, and began the letter which was to change my life. To all the valued clients of J.O'Day Company, Due to special circumstances, I will be required to be away for some time. I will be on a medical absence for the foreseeable future. During this time, Ms Kay Coughlin will administer the operations of the company. I won't be able to contact you directly, but you can reach me through Kay. She will be in charge of all contacts with me until further notice. You all know Kay and have worked with her in the past and I am sure that she will carry on the work we have done with and for your firms at least as well as I have been able to do. I hope to see you all again in the future. Best regards, Joseph O'day I brought the letter to Kay. She laughed, "special circumstances", I'll bet they'd just die if they knew what those "circumstances" are!". Now, get started on the billing. I have work to do before I take you to lunch. Scene at Dr. Mulloy's office. Kay has finished her physical exam and is sitting in the doctor's office. "Helene, I have something important to talk with you about. I need you to hold it in strictest confidence" Kay Relates what has happened and how Joseph O'day, her boss, is now Charlene La Monica her office girl. Dr. Mulloy bursts into uproarious laughter. "Good for you Kay! I've never heard of such a thing. I have to say, girl, you've got balls, or maybe I should say ovaries! What can I do to help? Kay: "Well Helene, I've got him with the pictures, but I know he's going to make every attempt he can to escape. Somehow I have to break him to my will and I'm not sure how to do it. I'm asking help from you, my attorney Marla, and maybe my friend who owns the beauty salon I go to. I can't get too many people involved or the secret will get out and then I won't have any power over him. Dr: "I think I have just the person to help you. She's a good friend and a doctor also. Her name is Janet Ellinwood. In the last 20 years she's developed an extensive practice in hormone therapy for menopausal women. A while back, she began consulting with men who are undergoing the change from males to females. She's a confirmed lesbian and really hates males. She loves to watch males lose their masculinity! I'll give her a call right now and see if she can fit you in right away. Dr: "She's got an opening in 30 minutes. Can you get over there right away? I'll explain everything to her while you're on your way. Her office is only 15 minutes from here. Kay: "Wonderful, I'm on my way". At Dr. Janet's office. "Come in. Helen told me all about your "situation" and I love it! First, let me tell you something about myself and my "special" practice. Firstly, I love it. I've hated males ever since I was raped when I was in medical school. I devoted my practice to helping women, and had only female patients. A friend referred a male patient to me some years ago because I specialized in hormone therapy. I wasn't going to accept him. I have no use for men. When I found out the reason, though, I began to get the idea that led to where I am now. This male wanted to become a woman. I have to admit that the thrill I felt at the idea of cutting off all his maleness was probably unprofessional, but that's what happened. I started him on an estrogen program. Over time, his body feminized totally and he began to live as a woman full time. When the time came for his surgery, I called in a female surgeon friend (by the way we're lovers. You should know everything about me). She let me scrub for the "change". I can't describe the thrill I experienced as she cut off his testicles. After the operation was finished, she said I could keep the testicles as a trophy. That's them on my bookshelf in the crystal decanter filled with formaldehyde. Kay, I've participated in 27 of these cases now, and it's still a rush as I watch a male changed forever into someone that can never hurt a woman as I was hurt." "Here's what I suggest for you, Kay. You need for things to happen fast and you're in luck. The old female hormone, Premarin, used to take 2 years to totally feminize a male body. Wyeth Pharmaceutical Company came out with a new accelerated hormone that does the job in only 4 months. Not only that, but after that time, the results are permanent! The glands in the male that produce his hormones, androgens, wither away and are absorbed by the body. There can be no return for him. He'll have a female body for the rest of his life! I have to warn you that there'll be significant emotional upsets with this program. The hormone will affect his emotions as well as his body. When "she" gets upset, "she" may very well go into a crying spell. That's one of the extra effects that I love. It's so wonderful watching them crying their little girly eyes out when they get upset. Well, what do you say? Is it a go?" Kay: "You know Janet, I have no intention at all of turning the business back to "her" after 1 year. I want "her" to be a girl by then and accept herself as my office girl. If "she" was permanently feminine, she would have to accept the situation. Lets go with it!" Dr.: "Allright. You find some reason to send "her" over here. I'll do a complete workup and write the prescription. I'll have all you'll need of it delivered to your office by messenger." The next morning Kay told me that since I am a new employee, I will have to have a physical exam to be included in the company medical insurance plan. Before I could protest Kay said , "Don't give me any silly protests. Dr. Barnes knows all about you. I'll drop you off at her office first thing in the morning. You can get a bus from her office back here. Also, Marla Lewis who is going to be our my new corporate attorney is due in about a half hour. Just show her in, and you don't have to pull your skirt and slip down for her. She knows everything too. Don't worry, Charlene, both of them are ethically bound to keep the information about you in professional confidence.. Marla Lewis arrived, smiled at me and said, "Good morning Charlene, what a pretty dress, and slip too", she laughed as she walked directly into Kay's office. Marla: "Kay, I thought about this all last night and I have some ideas we shoud get started with immediately. First, I've brought forms for your signature dissolving the present board of directors of the company. As majority stockholder, you will appoint a new board consisting of yourself, myself, and another person you can choose. The board will appoint you President and Treasurer. I'll be appointed corporate secretary and chief counsel. That'll separate Charlene from any connection to the business. She'll be truly just your office girl." Kay: "I'll appoint Helen Mulloy as a director. She's not only my gynecologist, but my friend, and wait till I tell you over lunch what happened at her office yesterday! I'm only going to pay Charlene the salary I received, but she'll get her 49% of the profits at the end of the year so she'll be ok financially". Marla: "That's ok if you want to Kay, but if you want to heep her under your control, she shouldn't have that much money. She should learn to live on an office girl's pay." Kay: " How could I keep her from getting her 49% of the profits? After all, she owns 49% of the company." Marla: "Kay, I see you have some things to learn about business, let me explain. Let's say that the company earns a profit of $200,000 at the year's end. That means that you get 51%, or $102,000, right?" Kay: "That's the way I understand things Marla" Marla: "Watch this. Suppose that the directors vote you a $200,000 salary bonus for your great service in running the company. What are the profits then?" Kay: "Why then there would be no profit to the company." Marla: "Then how much is Charlene's 49% of nothing?" Kay: "You mean I can take it all?" Marla: "That's it girl. It's done all the time to minority shareholders and it's perfectly legal." Kay: "Oh poor Charlene. She'll be a complete girl and have to live on the salary I give her. She'll be completely dependent on me. I love it!" Marla: "Allright, that's decided. Now here are the forms for her legal change of name. I'll file them with the Secretary of State's office in Springfield and that'll be the end of Joseph O'Day forever! Have her sign them before I leave. After all, she'll need a drivers license sometime. You can't drive her around forever. Also here is a bill of sale transferring ownership of her car to the company. You can let her use it when, and if, you wish after she gets her new drivers license. Perhaps you should sell it and get her a new car, maybe a pretty little pink one suitable for her position." Kay: "Come in here Charlene. I have some papers for you to sign. Sign right here and use your old male name. Don't bother to read them, an office girl wouldn't understand them anyway." The next morning, Charlene is delivered to the doctor's office. The story of her examination and subsequent bus ride back to Kay's office could be a whole chapter in what is becoming a novel. NOTES FOR DEVELOPMENT: Kay tells Charlene that the results of her medical examination revealed some vitamin and mineral deficiencies and that Dr. Janet has prescribed a "supplement" that Charlene must take regularly for several months. After that time, she will be able to qualify for the company medical insurance plan. Kay hands Charlene a bottle containing all the pills needed to complete her transformation. Charlene remarks, "I've never seen pink vitamin tablets before". In only 2 weeks, Charlene finds that she only has to shave every 2 days, and that her body hair growth has dramatically diminished. She remarks on this to Kay who laughs and says that it must be that her mental state of being a "true girl" is affecting her body. In a short while Charlene begins to become more emotional. When she thinks about what has happened to her instead of being angry as before, she has crying spells. Kay, knowing exactly what is happening, watches this with pleasure and amusement. Charlene becomes aware of "strange" physical feelings. There is a tingling in her chest area and her nipples are becoming very sensitive. They almost seem to be growing out from the center a little. Sometimes the tingle in her nipples seems pleasurable, which is very scary to her. In time Charlene's breasts develop to the point where Kay says she can remove 1 of the 3 foam falsies from her bra. As time goes on, another is removed as Charlene now has B cup breasts. Eventually, the last falsie is removed and Charlene fills out her C cup brassiere all by herself. Kay, of course, takes Charlene shopping for blouses and dresses with lower and lower necklines to show off her "cleavage". By now Kay has explained that the vitamin "supplements" are usually prescribed by Dr. Janet for women needing estrogen replacement and that they contain a certain amount of female hormones which are causing Charlene's bodily changes. Kay explains that this is "just a side effect" and that Charlene will just have to put up with it. "It's helping you to be a much nicer girl anyway", she laughs. "but how big are they going to get?", Charlene cries. Kay goes to the dresser in her bedroom and returns with a large brassiere, it is a Dcup bra. "Put this on, Charlene". Charlene dons the bra and sees that her breasts come nowhere near filling the huge cups. "When you fill out these cups, I'll have Dr. Janet reduce the dosage of your pills and not before!" says Kay. Kay works hard to expand the business and make it even more successful. She expands the client base into Women's Wear, Cosmetics, Beauty and Feminine Sanitary products. In time she is so successful that she announces to Charlene that she has hired a male administrative assistant (Ken). Charlene will, of course do work for him also. Charlene will no longer be required to keep her skirt and slip up in her lap, since her now rounded smooth feminine legs would distract him from his important work. Charlene is required to wear low neckline blouses and dresses, and is only too aware of Ken's looking at her bountiful breasts at every opportunity. She also sees a bulge in his trousers as his eyes roam all over her now very curvy body. Charlene has developed extremely female hips and buns as well as breasts. Kay purchases soft cup brassieres so that Charlene's now prominent nipples are clearly outlined against her blouse or the bodice of her dresses. She is becoming helplessly separated from any concept of maleness, exactly as Kay planned. Charlene has gone from a male who loved looking at women to a sex object "herself". Charlene is confused and upset over the fact that she may be beginning to feel excitement over Ken's arousal. She finds herself letting her skirt ride up or bending over, knowing that Ken's eyes will be glued to her body. At the end of the year, Charlene has become totally (and permanently) feminized. She has been told several months ago that her feminization is permanent. Her exposure to Ken, and perhaps other experiences with males also, has resulted in her thinking of males as "them", "the other" sex. Charlene has been sent to secretarial school to learn shorthand and improve her typing skill. She is now present at a meeting of the board of directors as a steno taking the minutes. Present are Kay, Marla, and Dr. Janet, who constitute the board. The financial results are reviewed. The company has made a substantial profit. Marla proposes that the board vote Kay a salary bonus consisting of the entire profit. Charlene is busily recording the conversations in her now excellent shorthand. As she writes, the implications of what she is recording dawn on her. There will be no company profit after Kay's bonus is taken into account. Charlene's 49% of the company will pay her nothing! She looks up and cries, "you can't do this to me!". Marla barks out, "keep quiet girl. Just keep taking the minutes. This has nothing to do with an office girl!". Charlene, whimpering, lowers her eyes to her steno pad. After the board meeting is adjourned, Kay and Dr. Janet remain. In a soothing voice, Dr. Janet begins. "Charlene dear, I've explained your position completely. You are a very attractive girl, and you will be just that for the rest of your life. Kay and I have watched you develop into the person you were always destined to be. We want you to have a happy and fulfilling life, and we know that what we have done is in your best interest. Do you understand that?". Still stunned at what happened only a few minutes ago to her expected income, Charlene softly replies, "Yes Dr. I understand". Dr. Janet continues in a soothing and compassionate voice. "We have to discuss 1 last step for the achievement of your fulfillment". Charlene replies, "What could that be?". "Charlene dear, you're going to be under constant stress because of the "abnormality" in your genital area. You've told me during our talks during your checkups that the little residual of your former maleness doesn't function anyway. That also is permanent. The only thing you use it for is to urinate, and you can do that quite well the same way Kay and I do,. What I'm suggesting, dear, is that you consider a surgical remedy for your stressful condition". ---------------- NEW IDEA: After the incriminating photo session in the office, Kay makes me walk to her car in my girl clothes and drives me to her house. She sits me down and begins. "Well, MISS Boss, I've known about your wearing female undies for the last 6 months. You really should have been more careful about panty lines and garter bumps showing in your slacks. I've been waiting for a chance to confront you where you couldn't deny everything and probably fire me. I've had all this time to think about what I would do if this situation ever came up, but I never dreamed it would happen this way! You look just DARLING with your pink brassiere showing through that pretty blouse. What kind of pads do you have in that bra?". "I don't have any pads in the bra, Kay" "My god, you mean that you have real breasts?" "Well, they are pretty large. I had a hormonal problem at puberty and they just grew. It must be permanent since they never went away when I masculinized when I was about 16." (This also is true) "Take off your blouse and bra. I have to see this!" "Please Kay, can't we talk this over. You know I'm embarrassed and humiliated beyond belief right now" "As well you should be. Now do what I say. You know what can happen if you don't" "Allright" "Oh my god! They're really big! You must be a full C cup" "I am. Could I please have a drink and a cigarette? I'm shaking like a leaf" "Ok, fix yourself a drink in the kitchen. Where are your cigarettes?" "In my purse" "That seems appropriate MISS boss" 'Oh Kay, what are you going to do?" "Get your drink and cigarette and I'll explain what I want. Put your bra and blouse back on for now" "Allright. I haven't decided what I want yet. With the pictures I have though, I have plenty of time. For the time being, you will wear bras, panties, and nylons every day at work. Tomorrow morning I want you at the office at 7 O'Clock. Be in your office just in your lingerie and wait for me. Keep the door closed until I open it. Understand?" "Yes Kay" "For now, you can change clothes and go home. I'll see you at the office in the morning. By the way, shave your legs and underarms before tomorrow" "Yes Kay" The next morning I arrive at the office about 6:45. I enter my private office and remove my outer clothes. There I am in my brassiere, panties, and pantyhose. I can't believe this is happening, but for now I can't figure any way out of the mess I've gotten myself into. My office door is closed. I hear movement in the outer office and panic, thinking, "What if it's not Kay?" After what seems an eternity, my office door opens and Kay enters. She bursts out laughing. "I could hardly sleep last night thinking about you in your darling things. This is going to be wonderful MISS boss. For the time being things are going to go just as usual. You are going to double my salary immediately, as a matter of fact, make it retroactive to the beginning of the year. "understand?" "Yes Kay" "You can call me Kay when there's anyone else in the office, but address me as MS Caughlin otherwise" "Yes Ms Caughlin" "And as for you, last night I decided on a name for you. When we're alone, your name is Priscilla. Want to know why I picked that name?" "Yes Ms Caughlin" "Because the short form is "Prissy" and that rhymes with sissy, which it appears you are. Isn't that nice Miss Prissy? Now, we don't have any clients coming in today, so I want you to sit at my desk and type me a long letter describing when you started wearing girly things, how long you've been doing it. I want the whole story. Address it to me here at the office and put it in the mailbox in the lobby. When you're finished, come in here. From now on, unless there are people here, this is MY office. You can occupy the secretary desk outside. Now get dressed and get started Miss Prissy!" "Yes Ms Caughlin" I get dressed and type the letter, making a full confession hoping for some degree of sympathy from Kay as I describe the scary feelings I experienced as a youth being obsessed with girly clothes. I'm so nervous I have to type it over several times. "Well, Miss Prissy, it took you long enough. Lets get going. I'm taking you to lunch on MY new expense account" At the restaurant Kay is very happy and bubbly. I'm relieved that she doesn't seem vindictive. "How could you think you could wear those things and expect me not to catch on?" "Well Kay, er I mean Ms Caughlin, it was kind of thrilling at first thinking about both of us wearing panties, bras, and nylons and you not knowing. I loved it when we both had on the same shade nylons. I always speculated if we had on the same color panties and bras." "You are a devil. I didn't have the slightest idea until about 6 months ago. I swore I saw a panty line when you bent over the file cabinet one day. I really thought I was crazy, but I started looking at you more closely. Pretty soon, I was sure I was seeing panty lines. Then one day when I came into your office to go over the annual report, I swore I saw the outline of a garter under your slacks. This time I didn't think I was crazy, I KNEW. All the time you were wondering what I was wearing underneath, I was thinking the same thing about you! I figured out why some days you always kept your jacket on. You must be wearing a brassiere. I finally saw it about a month ago. Your jacket fell open when you bent over my desk and I saw a hint of the outline of your bra. My god it was pink! I had to go outside the building for a few minutes or I would have burst out laughing right in front of you. Was it the same bra you wore yesterday?" "Yes Ms Caughlin, it probably was. What are you going to do now?" "Well, Miss Prissy; God I love calling you that, I've been thinking about this for a long time. I told you yesterday that I've been dreaming about what I could do if I ever caught you in a way you couldn't deny. In my wildest dreams I never imagined things would happen like they did yesterday. If I hadn't been addressing Christmas cards and left my address book in my desk, you wouldn't be here today, and you certainly wouldn't be Miss Prissy. I think the first thing I'll do is take some more pictures of you in your pretties. The ones I already have are enough to ruin you, but I think I'll make up a complete photo album. I've got lots of ideas on that score. The idea just came to me this morning when I first saw you in your lingerie in MY office. I think you'll be taking me out to dinner a few nights a week from now on. By the way, this will stay our little secret. After all, if it got out, I wouldn't have anything to hold over you, and I certainly don't want that to happen. I see you're wearing pantyhose today. You must have stockings if you've worn garters. If you didn't put it in your letter, I want a complete description of all the female things you own. You can type it up this afternoon. Then I'll make out a schedule of what you'll wear every day. O God this is wonderful!" That afternoon I did type a complete list of all the girl things I owned and presented it to her. "Oh my, Orchid tap panties! Definitely wear those tomorrow with the matching garter belt and bra. Don't forget you're to be at the office every morning no later than 7 and in just your undoes!" Each day that passed, I began to think this was as far as she was going to go. It was utterly humiliating coming to work and stripping down to the lingerie she had scheduled and waiting for her to inspect me, but I guess one can get used to anything. Working at her desk sort of became routine also. She started me doing some of her work such as filing, typing invoices, fixing morning coffee and things like that. Actually, it was sort of fun acting as her secretary. I didn't realize that she was just biding her time. About a month after the "disaster" she came in with several boxes. I was, as usual, standing in my bra, panties, and nylons waiting for her. "I bought you some nice ladies slacks. They zip up the side and don't have a fly front. You can't stand up to go pee anyway in your pantyhose or girdle, so you really don't need one. Try them on." I put them on and she said to turn around and bend over. "Wonderful! There's no pockets in these slacks so your panty line stands right out. Now, look at these nice heels I got for you. They match your slacks. Put them on. Let's see if I got your size right. Oh, that's perfect. You can wear these all day today. " She stared at my feet in the open toed pumps and burst out laughing. "Why Miss Prissy, I think you'll have to paint your toenails! they'll look much prettier in these pumps than plain like they are now. I'll pick out a nice color for you." A couple of days later she gave me a bottle of bright pink nail polish and told me to use it on my toes and be wearing my pumps the next morning. You can imagine what I was feeling painting my toes that night. It wasn't as if I hadn't done it before, I'd worn polish on my toes at the office before, but this was to be more humiliating and embarrassing that anything I had ever thought about. Before, it was for me. Now it was for HER. The next morning, after gushing over my "pretty toes", she decided that I should start wearing clear polish on my fingernails. "Your fingernails are atrocious. You've never taken good care of them. I'm going to arrange for you to get a manicure at my beauty salon. They give men cuts now, as well as women. As a matter of fact, you should get your hair done there also. You wanted to be like me, so this'll be just more of what you wanted." So there I was, getting my hair cut and nails manicured at her beauty salon. There were some men there, but the vast majority of patrons were women. At about this point I began to have a sense of foreboding. Kay didn't seem to have any specific plans for me, but whenever a whim struck her, she added some new feminine activity to my lifestyle. I was aware that the girl who was cutting my hair was gradually letting it get longer. Not to any ridiculous degree, but when I asked for it to be cut shorter, she said that Kay had decided how it should be done. One day when we were going to dinner, she brought ladies "flats" for me to wear. They weren't a whole lot different from my dress loafers that I often wore, but had a definite feminine look. The problem was that she had told me to wear my ladies slacks with dark brown nylons. I could only hope that the slacks came down far enough so that my nylon ankles wouldn't draw attention. They didn't. The trip through the brightly lit lobby of the restaurant was sheer hell. At least I felt better when we got into the dimly lit main dining room. Kay, of course was delighted at my discomfort and kept looking at my ankles and commenting on how pretty they looked in my nylons. She had instructed me to purchase Hanes "Silk Reflections" nylons, and the silk reflection seemed totally obvious to me. Dinner went allright as we talked about the office and business in general. What always scared me was that something would be mentioned and she would get a devilish gleam in her eyes as if she suddenly thought of something new for me. After dinner, she ordered another cocktail for us. "You know Miss Prissy, I think you could wear one of your blouses with that outfit. I don't think anyone would notice it was a blouse under your jacket. As a matter of fact, if we got you a nice ladies blazer, you could be totally dressed in women's things and no one would notice. Of course if they did, there wouldn't be anything you could do about it. I think I'll have to work on that." Well, as you probably have already figured out, that's exactly what she did. At first it was a plain white cotton blouse that passed as a shirt except that it buttoned in the women's way. Then a navy blazer which, of course buttoned right over left. In time I was given a silk blouse that, while not totally obvious, did show a slight outline of my brassiere. I really had to keep my blazer closed whenever the waitress approached. Noting that, she said that a nice lacy camisole would be appropriate for wear with that blouse. I would just have to hope that the waitress didn't pick up on the hint of lace under my blouse. She teased me unmercifully about having me wear a sheer blouse that clearly displayed the camisole and, in fact, wore exactly that herself one night at dinner to demonstrate what I might look like. I guess that this was the first time I found myself abjectly begging her not to do any more to me. She just laughed. IDEA Kay's visit to his condo. Trashing all his male underclothes. Demanding a key to his condo. Inspecting his wardrobe of female garments. Demanding that he be dressed only in girl things at all times he is at home, including nighties, and explaining that she might come over at any time to see if he is complying. Feminizing his condo. "I'm taking you to dinner tonight Miss prissy. We're going to close up a little early and stop at your place. I want to see all these things you described in your letter." At his condo apartment: "Well, this is really a big apartment. How much did you pay for it?" "$275,000 Ms Caughlin" "You can certainly afford it, with the money you make. Let's start with your bedroom. Open the closet. Oh my!, look at all the pretty things here. Dresses, skirts, blouses, and you didn't tell me about these nightgowns and negligees. Open your dresser, let's see all that pretty lingerie. etc. etc. etc. "I think this place is far too masculine for a nice girl like yourself Miss Prissy. We'll have to do something about that. First, I want you to purchase some nice pink satin sheets and pillow cases. You can find some at the Satin Shop at Old Orchard shopping center. Get the pillow cases with lace trim. You definitely need a vanity. I'll find one appropriate for your new status. Yes, it should have a pink skirt also, I know just what will be what I will like. You'll have to get rid of those bedside table lamps. Some fancy ones with lace shades would look much better. I'll find some for you. Those dark curtains are atrocious! You should have pastel lace tie-back curtains. We'll look for those together and I'll help you hang them. You know, since I'll be coming here quite a bit, I should have a key to the building and this apartment. Do you have an extra set?" "Yes Ms Caughlin" "Bring it along to dinner, you can give it to me then. Oh goody! I just thought of something else. I want you to wear only your girl things whenever you're here in the apartment. I don't want you wearing a single item of male clothing. You can wear a dress or skirt and blouse, or a nightie and negligee in the evening. That's an order. With my keys, you won't ever know when I might drop in, and I better find you properly dressed when I do. I think that's enough for now. There's lots more work to do here to make this a proper girls apartment, but I have to think about what new furniture you need." The trip to the beauty salon for his first exposure as a female in public. Have to develop Joe's character!!! Joe is basically a very masculine person. He enjoys sports; playing golf, hunting, attending Bears and Bulls games, etc. He likes to go out drinking with his friends and chase women. He frequents cocktail lounges where mature men and women meet and dance. He has "scored" with a woman several times in a particular place called the "Fountain Blue", it's his favorite. Wearing girl clothes is something that comes and goes with him. Most of the time he is his regular masculine self, not thinking about it. Every once in a while, though, something sets off these feelings. It might be the sight of a woman in a whispy silk dress which triggers the thought, :Oh God, I wonder what it feels like to have that little bit of silk floating around her nylon legs". It might be a lingerie advertisement in the paper. Any number of things like this can trigger a bout of, at times, obsessive thoughts, feelings, and sometimes behavior. He never knows when this will happen. He has very mixed feelings about these desires. At times he wishes they would just go away. At other times he finds wonderful satisfaction, sexual and emotional, in dressing in fancy, frilly girly things. Over the years he has come to accept that this is the way it is, and probably will always be. One of the things he really enjoys is that when he's with a woman in a sexual situation, there is an added wild thrill when he undresses her and feels her feminine clothing against her soft warm female body. Joe is absolutely straight. he has no prejudice against gays, it's just that it's not for him. During some of these periods (which may last for weeks), he wears lots of female things at home (dresses, lingerie, nighties, etc.). He wears girl undies to work, always being very careful to be discrete. Being "caught out" is not anything he desires. I want to build his character as this basically masculine person. He has speculated about what it would be like to be a woman. He has, however, totally rejected any thoughts of it really happening. The strength of his basic masculinity is just too powerful. He just has this "quirk". ------------------------ MAJOR NEW IDEA Right now, I'm thinking that the original story should become the ending, not the beginning. Once Kay has caught him, and taken control, she's just having fun. She loves he new power, but doesn't have any set plans as to where she is going with it. Over time, little things just occur that give her ideas for additional feminization for him. She may or may not act on them, but she fully realizes that she can if she wishes. Idea: Kay takes a vacation trip to Los Angeles to visit her sister Tammy. Tammy is happily married to a successful Hollywood agent and they live a sumptuous lifestyle. They have a very nice house with a pool in Brentwood. They have no children by choice. Tammy picks Kay up at LAX in her Mercedes. They are really happy to see each other, always having been wonderful friends. Kay settles into a guest bedroom and gets a tour of the house. Bill (Tammy's husband) is at work and will be home at dinnertime. A typical day begins with Kay and Tammy shopping, visiting some movie sets, and generally enjoying themselves. Since Bill is an agent for several successful movie actors and actresses, Tammy can visit any movie set, and she shows Kay several films in production. Kay has been dying to tell someone about the happenings at the office. She has always realized, however, that her situation with her boss must never get out. If it does and he's ruined, she loses her control over him. Here is the perfect opportunity to share her "delicious secret". One evening when Bill is on a business trip to New York for a couple of days, Kay confides everything to Tammy. "Oh God! You don't mean it. You've taken over and make him wear girly undies all the time?" "Yes I do, and there's nothing he can do about it if he wants to keep his business and the good money that goes with it" Kay brings out the pictures she took of Joe at the office that fateful Sunday. "Oh Kay, this is wonderful. I'm so proud of you. You were always the shy one, and now look what you've done. I'd never have believed that my baby sister could pull off something like this" The next day Tammie brings out several photo albums. They are mostly of their family and they both enjoy reliving old times when they were young. She opens another album. "These are some pictures of Bill and I with our friend Barbara. She visits quite often and we have great times together. There are pictures of Tammy and Barbara in nightclubs, at the pool in their swimsuits, and in many other situations. Barbara is a reasonably attractive woman, a little on the tall side. "I don't see Bill in any of the pictures" "Well sister dear, I'd never have brought this up if you hadn't told me all about you and your boss becoming Miss Prissy, but I just can't resist. I know I can trust you. Bill IS in all these pictures. Who do you think Barbara is?" "Oh Tammy, I can't believe this! Is that really Bill?" "It certainly is sister dear. We went to a costume party a couple of years ago and I had him go as a woman. One of our neighbors here in Brentwood is the cosmetologist that turned Dustin Hoffman into "Tootsie" for that movie. She agreed to do a bang up job on Bill for the party. We kept it a secret from everybody. At the last minute I told our host that Bill was called out of town and said I was bringing my cousin Barbara. Not a single person had a clue it was Bill, and we never told anyone. To this day no one knows. He was such a perfect woman that after the party I took him to a nightclub for cocktails. We were treated just as two ladies. I even took him to the powder room. You should have seen the look on his face when he had to go pee and realized he had no choice but the ladies room Anyway, it worked out so well that I convinced him to try it again. This time I did his makeup and everything went great. We went out for dinner and then to another cocktail lounge and he was a perfect lady. So, to cut to the chase as they say, that was the beginning of "Barbara" becoming a frequent houseguest when Bill was supposedly on a trip. We've had a ball ever since. You can't believe how great sex is with Barbara. I've never been with a woman, but the thrill of tasting his lipstick and slipping off his dress, panties, bra, and nlyons is incredible! I think I have the best of both worlds." "But look at this picture of you two at the pool. How can he have such a feminine figure. And he has no body hair?" "I got him a waist nipper, and the 1 piece suit has padded cups. I removed all his body hair a long time ago once he began to enjoy being Barbara. We can go anywhere now. We actually took a week vacation trip to the Caribbean as girl cousins last year. Now, once you told me about "Miss Prissy" your boss, I decided you just have to meet Barbara. We 3 "girls" are going out on the town tomorrow night." "You mean he knows you're telling me everything?" "Yes he does. I told him that I trust you totally, and you live in Chicago anyway , so his secret is safe. He was a little reluctant, but I just said that I was going to show you Barbara's pictures while he's gone and he might as well go along. It's all set for tomorrow night. You're going to love it. One thing though. You have to treat "her" as my girl cousin. You have to think of Barbara as a woman and don't in any way embarrass him. I've got a really special evening planned. First we're going to a very nice place for dinner, and then we're going to a famous female impersonator show lounge called the "Queen Mary". It's up in the valley on Ventura Boulevard. Barbara and I have gone there a number of times. We've met the entertainers and become friends with them. They have no idea of who "Barbara" is, of course, just that she's a very passable "shemale". I know you're in for a shock when you see how totally feminine the "girls" are." Oh Tammy, this is fantastic. I can't wait." This is the lead in to Kay's feelings when she returns home. From then on, every time she looks at "Miss Prissy" in the office, she pictures him in total female attire. She knows that he has dresses, skirts, etc. that he wears in the privacy of his condo. After all, she's had him show them to her and admit everything. Ever since that fateful Sunday, she doesn't have to guess what lingerie he is wearing since he poses for her every morning wearing nothing else. She never dreamed of going all the way with him, but after her California experience, she realizes that with the right makeup and wig he could probably pass as a woman. She giggles to herself often as she pictures what he would look like. There is in Chicago a female impersonator show. The place is called the "Baton". The "girls" at the Queen Mary told her about it. She and a woman friend go there and are once again amazed at the total femininity of the performers. They talk with some of the "girls" between shows and return several times. They learn that several of the performers are not just "guys in drag". but live a total female life. A couple have day jobs in a beauty salon, and one is even a secretary in a lawyer's office and he hasn't a clue that she isn't all girl. Kay makes up a story about a boyfriend she would like to feminize just like them and they tell her about a beauty salon called "Headliners". The owner, Judy, makes special appointments in the evenings after regular hours to do makeovers on men who want to go out as women. The salon is a normal beauty salon during regular business hours. (In fact there is just such a place and Judy is real. I've met her.) We see the plot thicken as Kay's imagination runs wild as she realizes that her fantasies about Miss Prissy could become reality. Bursting with excitement, Kay makes an appointment for a shampoo and set, requesting Judy and timing it so that she is the last customer of the day. After she has her hair done, she explains to Judy the sequence of events that brought her there. She doesn't reveal that the male in question is Joe O'day, her boss, just a male friend. Judy is very friendly and open and explains everything. Judy shows kay advertisements she runs in TV magazines and says she's very well known in the cross-dressing community. We see Kay moving ever and ever closer to a decision that will change Joseph O'Day's life forever. She, of course, has no idea at this point of the enormity of the events that she's starting in motion. It's still just wild fun for her at this point. Joseph O'Day remains blissfully unaware of the clouds that are forming on the horizon of his life. He is still frantically trying to find a way to escape Kay's control. Joe's business trip to California; Joe has to make a week long business trip to Los Angeles. He's leaving on a Monday at 11am from O'Hare airport. Kay instructs him on the lingerie and nighties he is to take with him (no male underwear since she had had him get rid of all of that anyway). Once in LA, he immediately buys male briefs and undershirt. Free at last! (if only for a week). Describe his activities in LA Returning to Chicago on the plane, he's depressed. He has had a taste of freedom from Kay and is returning to her control. He knows that he's going to have to trash the male underwear since Kay has a key to his condo and may even be waiting there when he arrives. She'll be livid if she finds out what he's done. He's fully aware that they still have a friendly relationship within the context of her domination, but he clearly remembers her words that she can get a secretary job anywhere but he will be ruined if she exposes him. He believes she would do just that if angered enough. We feel his depression as he enters the restroom at the airport and removes the male underwear, replacing it with bra, camisole, panties, and pantyhose. Sadly, he dumps the Jockey briefs and undershirt into the waste receptacle and walks to the cab stand. Our readers, having an idea of what's in store for him, must be chuckling at this point. Kay isn't waiting at his condo. He wishes he had kept the male underwear for one more night of freedom before going to work the next day. Once again we feel his depression as he arrives at the office, strips to his lingerie, and awaits Kay's arrival. She senses it also soon after she arrives and inspects him. She surmises what he probably did and determines that he must be broken again to her will, and quickly. There is absolutely no way she is going to allow her wild new plans for him to come to naught. Since there are no appointments and they'll be alone in the office all day, she decides he will wear only his lingerie for the whole day. She gives him her lipstick and compact and says for him to make himself cute for her. She takes his male outer clothes out to her car just as she did that fateful Sunday. He is crushed as he talks on the telephone with clients and sees himself in bra, panties, camisole, and pantyhose. Kay leaves for lunch, returning with a cucumber sandwich and iced tea for him. "You do look just precious Miss Prissy, but running around in your underwear is hardly proper for an office. I stopped at your apartment and brought your skirt, blouse, and heels. You can put then on now. Perhaps you should wear them more often at the office" (Oh Oh, we see Kay giving a sly hint of what's to come). At this point we must bring a co-conspiritor into the act. It's going to be Marla Lewis, the woman attorney who handled Kay's divorce. She appeared in the first story. I know that Joe's character has yet to be developed, but I'm putting things down as they come to mind. Always time to sort things out later. The pressure inside Kay to share this situation is even more intense since her visit with her sister and "Bill/Barbara" and her trips to the Queen Mary in LA and the Baton in Chicago. She decides that Marla can be trusted since she is a professional woman and also a good friend. She has dinner with Marla and blurts out everything. Marla hates men and enjoys nothing more in life than taking them for everything they've got in divorce proceedings. Kay's story sends her into ecstasy. "Do you realize what you can do to him? You've got him in the palm of your hand, girl" "Well, I am wondering how far I can go with this girl thing. After the Queen Mary, the Baton, and my talk with Judy at that salon, there doesn't seem to be any problem with making him a girl. It's really scary to think about going that far though. The thing is, that I keep thinking about him as MY secre