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THE STOCK-TAKE
By Susan Brown
I was a good salesman. I had actually won the monthly best salesman award
on no less than ten occasions in five years. I worked in the menswear
department at Doyle's, a big department store in the middle of town. It was
Doyle's proud boast that they would never be beaten on price and quality and
they rarely were. Anyway, that's enough of the sales pitch.
I was sorting out some socks, they always seemed to need sorting, when the
Department Manager, Mr Avery walked over to me and said, "Mr Simms, we
are quiet here at the moment and Miss Fissler of the Ladies Department has
three girls off sick. Can you please help them out for the rest of the week?"
I of course had no choice but to agree to going and it was with a certain
amount of misgiving that I went over and presented myself to the formidable
head of the Ladies Department.
"Ah, there you are Mr Simms," said Miss Fissler, "thank you for joining us
at such short notice. Please go over to the skirts and blouses section. I'm
afraid that you will be on your own, but a person of your experience will
have little trouble selling our lines."
I went over to the small desk in the midst of hundreds of skirts and blouses
of all different colours, styles and prices. I had just managed to get my
bearings when a lady of uncertain age came over with a bright pink blouse
and pale pink skirt.
"I would like to try these on please."
I showed her the changing room and waited outside while she tried the items
on. After what seemed an age she came out. "What do you think?" she asked.
I thought that she looked ridiculous. The colours clashed and she was far too
old looking for the extremely short skirt.
"Well madam, to be honest I think that you need something a little more
discreet to show off your classic beauty. If you don't mind my asking, are
you buying for a special occasion?"
As you can see, to be salesperson you need a certain amount of tact and
diplomacy.
"Yes, I have a business meeting and I want to look just right."
I went over to a rail and picked out a classic white silk blouse and then a calf
length full black skirt which would hide her ample hips.
"Would you like to try these on? I'm sure that this will give you just the right
effect for your meeting."
She looked doubtful.
"Trust me," I said," these will make you look and feel great."
Still looking uncertain, the lady went to change and came out a few minutes
later, smiling and happy.
"Your right, I look wonderful, I'll take them both."
I was very happy that my first few minutes in the Ladies Department was so
successful and throughout that day I managed to sell many items clothing to
all types of ladies. Those with and without dress sense. I must admit that I
was enjoying myself. The Ladies Department had a reputation for having the
best selection of clothes in town and judging by the number of customers I
served, it was a very popular with women of all ages.
At 4.30, Miss Fissler came over looking rather flustered and said, "I've been
badly let down. Miss Moore and Mrs Peacock were supposed to come in this
evening to do the stock-take, but both of them have caught that nasty bug
that's been doing the rounds. I have to do the stock-take tonight otherwise
there will be trouble. Are you doing anything tonight?"
"Not really, I have nothing planned."
To be frank I never had anything "planned."
You have done a stock-take on your department haven't you?"
"Yes, many times."
Will you mind doing it for this section whilst I do the others with Miss
Frost?"
"Of course not,"
"Thank you Mr Simms,"
It must have been about 5.45pm just a quarter of an hour before the store was
due to close. It was quiet, as no customers were in my section at the time.
I was putting back some skirts that had been left in the changing room onto
the rails. I heard a cough behind me and as I turned round a lady with a
slight hoarse voice said, "can I try on this skirt?"
She was a fairly tall, with wide shoulders and a slightly thick neck,
"certainly Madam," I said showing her the way to the changing room.
She was gone a few moments and then came out with the skirt on,
"What do you think?" she said.
The skirt suited her and made her look a bit slimmer, she looked very nice in
it. "It looks lovely, Madam," I said truthfully.
She had one more look in the full length mirror and said, "I'll take it.
She changed back into her other clothes and then handed me the skirt to put in
a bag. "How would Madam like to pay?"
She handed over a credit card, which I "swiped" through the till. I then got
her to sign the slip and then I checked the name and signature. I was just
about to hand the receipt and card back to her when I noticed that the name
on the card said George Phillips.
"I'm sorry Madam I can't accept your card, as it is in the name of George
Phillips. Is it your husband's card?"
She laughed rather deeply and said, "no silly, I'm George Phillips."
My mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. As an award-winning
salesman, I should have been able to pass a witty remark, glossed over it and
carried on, but I just didn't know what to say.
"Don't look so surprised," she said.. I mean he said.. I mean, I didn't know
what I was meant to call the person in front of me! What I do know is that I
was more embarrassed than I had ever been before in my life.
"Look," said George, I'm a crossdresser, a lot of us come here to buy
clothes, we like the selection. Come to think of it, I've never seen you here,
are you new?"
I found my voice and while George was talking, had managed to regain some
of my composure. "I have been seconded from the menswear department."
"Well dear, the name I use when I'm dressed en femme is Diane. You know,
you have a nice figure, you should try dressing like me, It's fun. Anyway,
it's been lovely to talk to you but I have to meet some girls at the club. Can I
have my skirt now?"
I handed over the skirt and mumbled my apologies and Diane, George or
whoever walked out of the store.
The store finally shut and as the various employees left for home, I carried on
doing the stock-take.
I could hear Miss Fissler sorting out her section as I worked away, trying to
reconcile the list that I had with the stock on the rails and shelves. I was
going rather slowly as I wasn't used to the section and I didn't know where
everything was. Before I knew it, Miss Fissler came over and said, "How
are you doing?"
"OK, thanks I should be finished soon,"
"Well," said Miss Fissler, "I have finished my section, do you need a hand?"
"No, that's alright, I won't be long now."
"Then I'll be going home. Don't forget to tell security on the ground floor
when you've finished. Good night."
With that, Miss Fissler went, leaving me alone on the shop floor.
I continued with my lists. I kept on making mistakes and having to go back
and correct them. I was still feeling a certain amount of disquiet over my
encounter with George or Diane. I don't know why I was troubled. I
couldn't put my finger on it. I considered myself a man of the world, not
easily shocked. I wasn't upset over what had occurred but something, I
didn't know what, was bugging me. I went downstairs to the canteen and
got myself a coke from the machine. When I arrived, the duty security man
was there. I vaguely recognised him but didn't know his name.
"Hi there." I said putting the money in the slot.
"Hello, you're Mr Simms aren't you? Late night tonight?"
"Yes, I'm doing the stock-take it's taking longer than I thought."
"Well, I'll keep out of your way, just let me know when you finished, OK?"
"Yes, I'll do that."
I took my coke back up to the women's department. I passed one of the
mannequins dressed in a satin dress, "that looks nice, I thought as I passed,
"I wonder what it's like to wear."
With that I just stopped in my tracks, not believing what I had just thought to
myself. I was shocked and then reasoned that I obviously still had my
encounter with that crossdresser on my mind. I went over to my section and
carried on working, but for some reason I can't explain, every time I looked
up my eyes strayed to the figure with a satin dress. I went over and over the
same figures, getting angrier and angrier with myself. I couldn't get that
damned dress out of my head. It was if an inner voice was saying, "Diane
was right I should try dressing up".
I stopped writing, sat down and took a sip of my drink. What the hell was
wrong with me. I wish I had never served Diane, for putting such ridiculous
thoughts in my head. My hands were shaking, I was getting myself wound
up like a tight spring, if I didn't do something about it I thought I might
snap.
The next thing I knew I was standing by the mannequin and was taking the
dress off it. I had stopped thinking and in no time the dress was in my
hands. I looked around, there was nobody on my floor. I was sure I was
safe. I took my clothes off until I was naked and then I started to put on the
dress. I stopped, thinking that if I was going to do this, it had to be done
properly. I left the dress on a chair and went over to the lingerie department.
I found a lacy bra which I put on, and then not being satisfied with the look I
unwrapped a pair of stockings and bunching them up, I put one in each cup.
It took a while to get the right shape, but I eventually managed to make them
look reasonably like breasts. I then put on some lacy suspenders and slipped
on some silky stockings. I marvelled at the feel of those stockings and how
they clung to my legs. I then saw a pair of French knickers and a camisole
top in a lovely satin cream colour and hurriedly put them on.
I find it hard to describe the feelings that I had as I put on the silky feminine
lingerie over my naked body, it was almost beyond description. I now knew
what it was like to wear clothes that were sexy, sensuous and downright
naughty! I then went back to the dress and slid it over my body, doing up the
single tiny button at the back. It fitted like a glove.
You may be wondering what my thoughts were while all this was going on.
All I can say is that it seemed as if I was in a dream. That it wasn't me
putting on these clothes but someone else with me just going along for the
ride. When I had put on the dress, I looked at the now unclothed mannequin.
It had a long blond wig on it. I took the wig and placed it over my short hair.
I then saw that the face had painted makeup on it. The next thought popping
into my head was that I should also wear makeup to complete the illusion. I
went over to the make up section and had a look at the huge range of products
on offer. There were many testers for foundations, powders, blushers, eye
shadows, lipsticks and all the other things needed to beautify a women's
face. There was almost too much choice.
I went over to the nearest counter, put on a smock to protect the dress and
started trying different things to go with the dress, the wig and my
complexion. I must have tried all sorts of things to make my face up the way
I wanted. I made many mistakes that had to be wiped off and started again.
Remember I had never done this before and it obviously showed. One
problem was my beard stumble, but luckily I found a ladies shaver and that
managed to get off the sparse beard growth to reasonable satisfaction. I
persevered with the makeup and finally got it right. The foundation looked
OK and the blusher was in the right place. I put on the mascara without it
getting in my eyes. I then used the eyeliner and was surprised at how nice
my eyes looked, especially when I had completed the picture by putting on
the eye shadow. The lip gloss was a warm pink colour that went well with
the rest of my now feminised face. I had finished and now was the time to go
and look at the finished product, but then I stopped, I had no shoes on. I had
now got to the stage where everything had to be just right and I couldn't say
that I was complete. I had no shoes on. I went to the shoe department and
tried on several pairs. The choice was a bit limited in my size but I eventually
found a pair of black sling backs with two-inch heels that fitted comfortably.
They were awkward to stand and walk on, but by the time I had staggered
back to my section they felt nice.
I was now dressed from head to toe as a woman. I was wearing clothes that I
never in my wildest dreams thought I would ever wear. I could feel the
sensual silk, lace and satin against my skin. I looked down at my body and
saw that the dress looked good on me. The wig was heavy but did not feel
out of place, the hair was temporarily part of me.
I then seemed to come out of my dream. I had done what I had set out to do.
I felt vaguely uneasy and I didn't know why. And then I did realise what
was wrong. I now knew how it was to look like a woman and I must admit
that it felt great. I walked over to the mirror and saw myself as others would
see me. I stared at the face. It was a face that could have been my sister if I
had one. It was a female version of me, much prettier and far more
interesting than I ever was. I had led a pretty boring life up to now. I wasn't
very adventurous, no personal life to speak of. Only one steady girl friend
who ditched me after only two months. I seemed to have lived for my work,
rather than worked to live for many years now and as I saw this new version
of me in the mirror I realised that I could change. I could make a life for
myself.
Just then I heard a cough behind me. I nearly tripped in my shoes as I turned
round and saw Diane standing there smiling!
"Hi honey, you look nice,"
I was so shocked I was speechless for a few seconds. I then found my voice,
"How did you get in here?" I croaked.
"Don't you recognise me, I work here."
I looked hard at the face and then suddenly realised, "you're the security
man!"
Diane laughed and said, "That's me, but I prefer looking like this to wearing
a uniform. I'm glad you took my advice about dressing, I just knew you
would look good, en femme."
We spoke long into the night. Diane explained that she had started wearing
women's clothes as a kid, sneaking into his mother's bedroom and trying on
her things, whenever the coast was clear.
"When I got this job," said Diane, " it was like I had gone to Heaven. Here I
was in the middle of the night all alone and surrounded by all the beautiful
things. I couldn't resist it. Almost every night I come up here and get
dressed and every night's different. I have themes, one night I dress up as if
I was going dancing, the next I might be a businesswoman just about to go
to a power meeting. Sometimes I just wear a nightie and negligee. Whatever
mood I'm in, I dress to suit it."
"Don't you worry about getting caught?"
"Like I caught you!" said Diane laughing, "no I lock and bolt the doors and
the exterior alarms are on. I would know it if anyone tried to get in. As long
as I call the security centre once an hour, I'm left alone. If I didn't call in,
that's when they would all come running. Shall we go and get some coffee?"
I looked at myself and said" "I had better change out of these things."
"Why,"
"Well they don't belong to me and I haven't finished work yet,"
"Stay as you are, I think you look lovely. The night's young yet. I'll help
you finish the stock-take later, unless you want to change."
I looked down at myself and then looked at the mirror. I did like wearing
these clothes. I loved the feel and the look and I particularly liked the change
I felt being dressed as a woman, a lovely sexy woman at that and not boring
old Peter Simms.
"Do you think I would get away with going out dressed like this," I said,
"Honey, if I can with my figure, I know you can,"
And so it was that I started my new life. During the day I was Peter Simms
and at night and over the weekends I was Samantha.
Quite often I would spend my evenings in the store with Diane, trying on
new clothes and new looks. At other times I went out to clubs, meeting other
TV's like myself. One day I met a girl at one of the clubs. She had come
with her brother who was a TV, out for the first time. She loved her brother
enough to go out with him. The club is a very TV friendly place and
welcomed TV's and SO's as well. I got talking to the girl who was called
Amanda and we hit it off straight away. To cut a long story short, we fell in
love and got married three months after we first met.
Amanda accepted, as I did, that I was a transvestite, and that TV's and
crossdressers were not sick or weird but naturally people who genuinely
wants and needs to dress en femme.
It is now six years later, I'm still happily married to Amanda. I still work at
the store but am the manager of both the Men's and Women's Department.
Diane also still works there and both Amanda and I quite often and join her
in the evening, along with some our other TV friends. Some are gay, some
are bi or straight. It doesn't matter We're all people under the skin and are
proud about ourselves, the way we are and our rewarding lives. My sincere
hope is that one day everyone will be treated equally regardless of what or
who they are.
We have never been caught out mainly because of my position and the fact
that one of our TV friends just happens to be the local neighborhood
policeman! We dress up and have a great time. It is on these occasions that I
think back to the very first time I dressed en femme and thanked Miss Fissler
with all my heart for leaving me alone on that fateful night.
THE END
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