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New Dimensions Ready to Wear
by Rachel Ann Cooper
In college, I had majored in graphic design but when I graduated, there were
no jobs out there in my field that didn't require me to move. I really like
Manhattan and wanted to stay. The only thing that caught my eye was a sales
job with a firm in the garment district called New Dimensions. I'd never
heard of them but that was no reason not to look at what seemed to be a
pretty good starting salary and benefits so I called for an interview.
Well, that's all history now. They liked me and my background in design and
hired me as a sales rep. I've been with them for three years and with year
end bonuses, am doing rather well for a 25 year old. Being on the road all
the time, my love life is pretty much nil, but I figure if it's meant to be,
I'll find myself in the right situation eventually. Being a rep for women's
ready to wear and lingerie was never in my mind at all, but the company seems
to put out a quality product and we don't have any real competition for the
sleek lingerie because nobody else has our fine, silky material. They call it
'Dimenel' but it's a patented process and a copyrighted name and they won't
even tell us what it is. All I know is, it sure feels nice in the hand.
Alright, it feels good ON too.
After a little while selling it, I found that I was having a hard time
describing to the buyers exactly what it felt like to wear so I took some
panties, camisoles and body shapers in my size up to the apartment and began
wearing them. They are addictive. Now I know why our sales keep increasing.
Women who buy keep coming back and tell their friends. This stuff feels
incredibly sleek and sensuous. Just wearing it makes you feel sexy and
feminine and for a man, that can be a real problem. Fortunately, most of the
buyers of this merchandise are women, so when I get extremely descriptive,
they understand exactly what I'm saying and I always leave them some samples
in their size. That clinches the deal. I've managed to increase my
territory's gross by 3,000% in three years. I suppose that when I was with my
female clients, I would slip into some very feminine language and phrasing
and yes, now that I think of it, gestures. They didn't seem to mind and were
always appreciative as was I for their orders.
Mrs. Talbot, my boss, was appreciative too. I spent Monday mornings doing
reports and meeting with her and several other reps. Having not much to do
nights on the road, I would sketch and my sketches very quickly turned to
fashions. I was a fair artist and was constantly designing all kinds of
women's wear, even some evening gowns. The thought of the company using any
of this stuff never entered my mind until Mrs. Talbot saw the 16" by 20" pad
on my desk one day and asked me if they were mine, telling me that she
thought they were very good. I thanked her and she asked if she could show
them to her boss. "Of course," was my immediate reply. Who knows, maybe I
could be another Versache. Since I was not wearing my jacket, she also
noticed my camisole showing through my shirt. I was a bit embarrassed but
explained about needing first hand product knowledge. Actually, after three
years, I had accumulated quite a collection of new designs and always enjoyed
wearing them. OK, I know this sounded like a lingerie fetish but it didn't
begin that way. Like I said thought, this stuff is addictive and I couldn't
return it to stock after I'd worn it now, could I?.
It was a couple weeks later when she came in and told me that her boss would
like to see me together with the head of the design department. I got a few
butterflies in my stomach but, of course, agreed. It was about 11 am and a
hot day. She offered me a glass of lemonade which I gratefully accepted. It
tasted just a little off, but was refreshing. Mrs. Talbot was a rather large
woman, at least 5'10" and broad shouldered. She never ever wore anything but
pants suits. I guess she wasn't very proud of her figure.
When they had given me the tour of the building, the design department was
not included. They said they were concerned about industrial espionage. That
seemed reasonable, given the nature of the fashion business and I just forgot
about it. When we got in the elevator, Mrs. Talbot said we were going to the
13th floor. I protested that there WAS no 13th floor per se in this building
because of people's superstitions. The floor numbers went 11-12-14-15. She
took out what looked like a calculator from her pocket and aimed it at the
panel after pressing number 14 and sure enough, both 12 and 14 lit up as we
stopped. When the door opened however, the scene before us was that of an
empty and unfinished floor. Just beyond the door, there seemed to be a semi
circle of shimmering light which we had to pass through. There was no way to
avoid it. She told me the room was 'cloaked' like a ship on Star Trek and
what I was seeing was the matrix that kept all visual perceptions and sounds
invisible. This was getting just a little bizarre. I like sci-fi and all
but...
As we stepped out she took my hand and we walked through the matrix together.
When we emerged on the other side, I looked up at her. I had never had to
look up to her before. We were pretty much eye to eye and she always wore
flats. She no longer had her women's pants suit on but was dressed in a
mannish business suit. She still held my hand and I had the strange sensation
that hers was now significantly larger than my own and it felt as though my
finger nails had grown out. I could feel them touching the palm of her hand.
This caused me to look down at our hands and sure enough, I could see that my
wrist watch was smaller as well as my hand with it's long, enameled nails.
As though she knew exactly what I was thinking, she said, "Lynn, that is why
you had to drink the lemonade. It was, of course, not lemonade but a drink
that allowed you to pass through our matrix unharmed and assume the shape and
dress of our male population. It also had a powerful tranquilizer in it so
that you would not panic at what has taken place." "As she said this, I
looked down at the rest of me. I stood there in a grey wool suit, one of
ours. The skirt was knee length, the blouse white and I was wearing very sexy
red leather 3" heeled pumps over charcoal hose and didn't think a thing about
it. I felt wonderful. My bosom was full and it was indeed my own and nestled
in our most popular underwire bra. My waist was tiny. I could also feel that
there seemed to nothing 'in' my panties. I wanted to touch myself there but
knew it was useless. Somehow, I had become a woman. As I finished this
thought, she said, "no, you are not a woman, at least not on our world."
"YOUR WORLD?"
"Yes Lynn. When you stepped through the matrix, you stepped into a
transporter. We are 5,000 light years from where we started." I'm afraid this
information was even more than the lemonade could handle and my knees began
to collapse. Mrs. Talbot caught me easily in her strong arms. I could not
have been over 5"5" tall now or 120 pounds and no matter what she said, from
where I stood, I was now FEMALE. She said, "no, Lynn, you have been
reconfigured to our men's standards. Before we go meet the men who staff the
design team, lets go to the lunch room and talk. I'll try to explain."
Once seated and my skirt smoothed, an action that seemed automatic, she
handed me a beverage not unlike cappuccino and sat down. "Alright Lynn, you
deserve an explanation and yes, the women of our planet are telepathy and
this society is a matriarchy. Just about everything here is the reverse of
your earth." I began to have a thought and she said, "yes, I suppose we are
aliens to you but I can assure you, we all answer to the same God. There are
no less than 14 earth like planets within our transporter range and none of
them within range of earth technology for at least the next 200 years by any
means. As we evolved over thousands of years, we began to have a great deal
of difficulty with infertility in the women so our scientists devised a
solution. When males are conceived, as soon as there is sufficient cellular
structure to the fetus, the genetic structure is altered to aid in
propagating our species.
All our males are born as total hermaphrodites and are capable of conceiving,
carrying a baby to term and nursing it. We, as women, are only fertile for
one week a year while they are fertile all the time and when our pheromones
signal the males we are ready, their penis, normally just a tiny bit larger
than an earth female's clitoris, becomes constantly engorged for that period
becoming large enough and productive enough to be milked of their sperm,
which we then implant in their female uterus as well as the wife's. All sperm
is banked and if my husband's is not good, I can use another's or if I am
incapable of conceiving and we want children, then my husband can become
pregnant for us. It is an ideal situation for our race as we were in danger
of dying out about 12 generations ago. The men are perfectly happy in their
roles, which would traditionally be held by women on your earth, and there
hasn't been a war in over 100 years. They, of course, conduct themselves just
like the women of your race and your women don't start wars. " "Mrs. Talbot,
this is right out of Star Trek for sure. We thought there was no intelligent
life 'out here." "More intelligent than you can realize, dear. And there are
none of those races like you have seen depicted either. We are all humanoid
with only minor differences just like there are on your earth among the
various races, with the usual language barriers, of course." "If you've had
enough of explanations, let's go meet the head designer."
"Lynn Walters, I'd like you to meet Mr. Gorteg, our Chief designer. He heads
up the entire staff." "I'm pleased to meet you...uh.. sir. This is quite a
facility you have here." "Thank you, he said." It was then I realized that my
voice too, was totally feminine just like his. "We really think you have
potential for design and would like you to change departments and you may
call me Myla if it is more comfortable. What do you say?"
"What I need to say first is that you are asking me to change more than just
my department." "Come now, Lynn. You have been wearing our garments for over
two years. Did you think we were unaware of this? On earth, what we are
asking of you is a next logical step." "Perhaps, but I saw my reflection in
that mirror over there and as far as I am concerned it was Lynn Walters,
FEMALE, long hair, feminine features down to the last detail." "I don't think
that is something you need be too concerned about here, Lynn. You are quite
attractive and a young male here, will live to be at least 150 earth years
and should have no trouble finding a mate." "Let me ask you Mr. Gorteg, Myla,
will the females of this planet be attractive to me and will I be to them?"
"Most definitely Lynn. Your body is not the only thing modified by the
matrix. Your thought processes relative to such things have been as well."
"What about my parents?" "We can modify their memories to include you as
their daughter rather than son." "Can I go back to earth and visit them?"
"Certainly. You can go when you get back if you wish and whenever you wish.
If you agree to join our creative staff, upon passing through the matrix on
the way back, your changes will become permanent. You will indeed become an
earth female to all appearances and enjoy wearing our full line of clothing
and footwear, and here on Toluria you will be considered male even though you
can bear children if necessary. Notice I did not say 'man' at any time. Males
we are. Men, in the sense you think of them do not exist here. We adhere to
your traditional female patterns of thinking, dress and conduct and we simply
adore our role in society. We get to wear the prettiest clothes and
hairstyles and our females take very good care of us."
"I'm sure you will come to enjoy being pursued by many handsome females.
Since you will be able to both father and mother a child to the age of 100 or
so, you have plenty of time. However, we are a monogamous society and a moral
one. Besides, your wife will treat you so well, you won't want to stray.
Well, what do you say? Will you join us here on Toluria for the next 125
years?"
"We'll even treat you to a complete session in our beauty salon before you
return if you like." "Myla, I think you have made me, as they say, an offer I
can't refuse." "Wonderful. Mrs. Talbot, take our new designer down and get
him a facial, manicure and hair styling before he goes back with you. "We
understand, Lynn, that you need to maintain a presence there on earth, so
when you get back, pick any and all clothing and accessories that you need
and we'll have them sent right over to your apartment. You will need quite a
bit to start your life there as a female. Oh, and don't worry about becoming
pregnant or diseased. Your body will not respond to human sperm any longer
and we long ago conquered all the diseases on your earth so if you wish to
experience the pleasures of your new status there, we do not object. However,
after you are married, then you will be faithful to your wife regardless of
which world you happen to be on, therefore, sow those seeds now or not at
all. Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes sir, and thanks for these opportunities. Design is what I really wanted
to do and the body, well, I think I like it."
"Remember, chimed in Mrs. Talbot, I can read your thoughts. You love your
new body little one. Don't be shy."
"Alright, off with you. Report back here next Monday. You can have the next
four days to adjust to your new life."
When Mrs. Talbot and I were safely back in 'the elevator' I exclaimed, "wow,
that was some experience. I'm not going to wake up in my office chair and
find I've been dreaming am I ?" "No Lynn. I can assure you, as far as earth
is concerned, you now have not only the right but the obligation to wear all
of our fashions. Anything else would be inappropriate. On earth, you are now
a functional female in every way except conception. You can only be
fertilized by a Tolurian male's sperm now." "Boy, that's a relief," I said in
my now permanently soprano voice. "You know, this whole thing was such a wild
ride for me, I forgot to ask about my salary!"
"Oh, don't worry dear, it will amount to at least the equivalent of $200,000
earth dollars the first year. I'm sure you will do just fine or we would not
have made this unprecedented offer. You are the first off worlder we have
taken into our confidence. Since you will be spending some time here, we
thought that we might introduce you as one of our design staff when there is
a fashion show or some other function that would benefit by your presence.
Would you enjoy that?" "Yes, very much." "It would no doubt require an
evening gown at times and mixing with the society types here. I'm not very
good at that yet myself and that is a very attractive body." "Mrs. Talbot..."
"Call me Katrina. I'm only 85 and you aren't my employee anymore."
"Alright Katrina. I think this is really going to be fun but I suppose I
should to get in there and clean out my office." "Nonsense. I'll have
maintenance do it and we'll send it all over to your apartment this
afternoon. Go out and fill up a clothing rack with our designs and go home
and relax." "Thank you. I will." After an exhausting afternoon, I caught a
cab and had an early supper at Mama Leone's. I love their linguini. Then I
got another cab to my apartment where I noticed with amazement that the name
on my mailbox said 'Lynn Marie Walters.' Boy, they don't miss a lick. I think
tomorrow I'll go down to the 'village' and see if I can find something
uniquely New York to take back to Toluria as a memento. I wonder if my new
clothes have arrived. I can't wait to slip into that red peignoir and
slippers in front of the TV and just veg out. Just think, if I hadn't decided
to get first hand product knowledge, none of this may have happened. Just
goes to show you, a girl needs to follow her instincts.
The end.
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