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OFFICE POLITICS
BY
JOOLI
Karl had a problem. Just recently, he had accepted a great new job as a
graduate recruit for a big IT company. The money was good, and the company
seemed to be a good place to work with a lot of benefits. The only problem
was, his manager had taken exception to his appearance.
Or, more specifically, to his hair. Karl was a rock fan, and had hair to
well below shoulder length. He liked it that way - it looked good on him,
and lots of women were interested in attractive, longhaired men. The company
dress code was 'business casual', which in practice meant smart slacks,
shirt and tie. He'd toed the line as much as possible, stuck to the dress
code and tied his hair back by way of compromise. During the month long
training and induction no one had complained, but the day he had been
assigned to a working team, all that had changed. In no uncertain terms he
had been told to get a haircut.
The reasoning went like this. Although the company, as an IT provider, were
pretty modern in outlook, many of the firms they worked for were much more
traditional finance houses. The company had a professional image to
maintain, and didn't want it to be compromised by "scruffy looking"
programmers.
Karl didn't accept this. He dressed much smarter than many of his
colleagues. His hair was always perfectly clean and when tied back, very
neat and presentable. He'd been hired with long hair and as far as he was
concerned he was going to keep it that way.
It only seemed to be his manager who had a problem with it. Diane had been
with the company for thirty years, and liked things done her way. Normally
this wasn't a problem: she knew the job inside out and was rarely wrong
about anything. The situation came to a head after a few weeks when Karl was
called into Diane's office. When he stepped inside, he was met not only by
his manager, but two people who he recognised as being from human resources.
"Good morning Karl," said one. "I'm Dave Briggs, and this is Carol Davis.
Diane wants to discuss your failure to meet company dress code, and we've
been asked to arbitrate." Karl took a seat as indicated, and Diane told the
HR people what she thought the problem was. Karl was given a chance to
answer, and put forward his side of the argument. Dave and Carol conferred
briefly, then asked Karl to step outside a moment while they spoke with
Diane. He expected a minor reprimand and orders to get a haircut. Surely the
company wouldn't back him against an experienced manager like Diane?
After a few minutes Karl was asked back inside. This time, Carol spoke
first.
"Diane has decided that providing you keep your hair in its current tidy
condition, and it doesn't interfere with your work, the matter will go no
further." Diane did not look very pleased, and Karl was worried she might
take revenge at a later date. "As you were hired with your current
appearance, we cannot take exception to it now. And after all, no one
expects the female staff to have their hair cut short, do they?"
"Have you any questions or problems with this decision, Karl?" asked Dave.
Karl replied that he hadn't. "Then we'll consider the matter closed. Thanks
for your time, Diane."
Karl continued to worry about Diane's reaction to the decision. Surely she
wouldn't back down so easily? But the next few weeks proved that she held no
ill will. Karl was treated with professional courtesy, and didn't receive
any awkward assignments as a result of his victory.
In fact, Karl was temporarily assigned to a separate project team for a few
weeks. This was by no way a punishment; the project was a particularly
prestigious one to be involved with, and the work was interesting and
enjoyable. It was nearly a fortnight before he bumped into his boss again.
"Ah Karl, I was hoping to catch you. I hear you are interested in this sort
of thing. A friend of mine sent me this demo of some new visualiser
software. If you want to check it out before you head off and get it back to
me tonight..."
In truth, Karl was nearly ready to leave for home, but she was obviously
trying to show she had no hard feelings. It wouldn't hurt to reciprocate,
and check out the disc before he went home. Besides, he really was
interested in seeing what the disc contained.
"Thanks Diane. I'll run it now and drop it into your office." He took the
disc and set of in the direction of his cubical.
"No, don't use your machine. Design's empty - grab one of their graphics
stations and you'll get the full benefit. I can log you on from my office."
This was a big favour, as Design were notoriously protective of their SG's.
He thanked Diane again and set of for Design. Sure enough, when he arrived
he found a station logged on and ready. He loaded the disc and ran the
single file it contained.
The graphics were extremely impressive, made even more so by the huge
display. He wondered how a slower home machine would cope with the
intricate, swirling fractal designs. Surely this stuff would be impossible
to port down and still maintain its impact? Still, it was fantastic work. He
felt he could watch it for hours, even without the benefit of a
soundtrack...
When he looked up, the clock read nearly six o' clock. He'd been staring at
the display for nearly twenty minutes. Even better than he first thought. He
rubbed his eyes and Stretched. The demo still ran, but the fascination had
worn off. Shrugging, he ejected the disc and logged off. Diane's office was
still open, but she was not present, so he dropped the disc on her desk and
left for home.
When he reached home, he ordered a takeaway while he took a shower. When his
food arrived he picked at it and left most of it uneaten. He just didn't
seem to fancy it.
In fact, his appetite remained poor for the rest of the week. Normally, such
a change would have concerned him, but somehow it didn't seem to matter. He
just moderated his choice of food, switching to salads and the like. If he
noticed his weight begin to drop, it didn't bother him - over the last few
years he had begun to get a little too heavy for his five feet eight inches.
It was a few days later when, in the shower, he found himself fascinated by
the smoothness of the skin on his waist and hips. He had never been
particularly hairy, nevertheless he wondered what it would be like if his
whole body was sleek and bare. The answer seemed obvious: razor and foam
were close at hand, and who would ever know? It didn't cross his mind to
wonder what had set him thinking this way.
It took him longer than he thought to rid his legs of hair from top to
bottom. While he was at it he shaved his chest and underarms too.
When he towelled himself dry his skin felt tingly and a little sore. Looking
through his toiletries he found a tube of moisturiser he didn't realise he
owned. Must have been left by an old girlfriend, he rationalised as he
smoothed it over his hairless skin. The feeling was certainly pleasurable.
When he dressed for work, the sensation of clothing against his smooth skin
was equally interesting.
By the end of that week, he noticed faint stubble growing back on his legs.
It seemed natural to shave them again and maintain their smoothness. In
fact, it became a regular ritual at the weekend to do so. He never wondered
why he was doing it.
Neither did he wonder when, a few weeks later, his underwear was replaced by
women's panties. He simply began to wear them under his clothes. When his
cotton robe vanished, it didn't concern him, as a beautiful cream satin gown
appeared which was much more pleasant to wear.
His weight continued to fall.
After a month or so, his trousers gaped at the waistband and he was using
the last hole in his belts to keep them up. His chest and shoulders were
narrower too, and his shirts were loose and ill fitting. If anyone noticed,
they didn't comment. Karl was unconcerned, he hadn't felt so healthy for
years.
Neither was he concerned when his nipples became tender and swollen. If he
thought about it at all, he put it down to a reaction to hair remover he had
started to use instead of shaving. When they became noticeable through his
shirts, he switched to darker colours and began wearing the tight camisoles
which began to appear in his closet.
Despite his lack of concern at his own increasingly bizarre behaviour, Karl
found something was troubling him at work. He couldn't concentrate and his
projects began to slip. This was noticed, and commented on. Warnings crossed
his desk, but there was nothing he could do. He just couldn't seem to apply
himself. It was only a matter of time before Diane called him into her
office.
It was a few weeks before the axe fell. He was working late one Friday
evening, trying futilely to catch up with his workload, when he was called
to see his boss. He expected someone from Personnel to be there too, but
Diane was alone. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad - the worst she could do
without another manager there would be to issue a further informal warning.
He was kept waiting and not offered a seat, a well-known tactic to let the
employee know you are more important than they are. After a few minutes, she
looked up from her phone call as if she had only just noticed him.
"Close the door, Karl, then strip down to your underwear." Karl was not so
shocked at the unbelievable command as by his inability to disobey it.
Casually he kicked off his shoes, skinned his socks, unbuttoned his shirt
and dropped his trousers, tossing the discarded garments to a nearby chair.
"This isn't the first of our little chats," Diane told her amazed employee,
"But it's the first one I've decided to let you remember. I want you to see
the progress you've made recently, and discuss your future with the firm."
The way she phrased it made it sound like a regular performance review, but
Karl knew it was more. She crossed the office and opened a tall cupboard,
revealing a long mirror on the inside of the door.
"Take a good look at yourself." Karl stared at his reflection. Although he
had seen it every day, it was the first time in the last few months he had
taken in its significance. He must have lost nearly forty pounds, and not a
single hair was visible on his body. His slim legs were clad in sheer black
seamed stockings, supported by the black lace suspender belt that circled
his narrow waist. Matching high cut panties emphasised a curving butt, and
perky nipples showed through the stretch satin camisole he wore.
"I was hoping by now to see a little more breast development, but that will
come. I think there's no more need for the androgen suppressant, but you
will have to take the synthetic oestrogen indefinitely." Karl was still
reeling in shock and just stared at himself in the mirror.
"You've obviously been under a great deal of stress recently, so despite the
short notice I had no problems dealing with your request for four weeks
leave. I look forward to seeing you return the better for the rest. Of
course, in the meantime, I will receive this letter from you, which you have
been so good as to sign for me."
She held up a typewritten page for Karl's attention. "It explains your
decision to return to work as Stacey, and your intention to apply for gender
reassignment.
The company is of course quite modern in their outlook on such things, and
will be totally supportive. It's a pity that you will be under too much
stress to maintain the level of performance we expect from your grade, but
then this," she showed him another letter, also bearing his signature, "will
request that we place you on our Downshift program."
Downshift was the company's voluntary program for anyone unable to cope with
their job pressures - basically they were reassigned to a less stressful
position with a cut in salary, rather than placing them on sick leave or
letting them go.
"As you clearly cannot cope in your present capacity, we will be surprised
but quite happy to accept you in your chosen role as admin assistant. And
Personnel will have no problems placing you when both you and I request that
you are posted as my assistant."
Karl took all this in with understandable difficulty. He was to be... a
secretary? Diane's secretary? He wanted to protest, but he was unable to
utter a word. What had she done to him?
"Remember to put your clothes back on before you leave. I would wish you a
restful month's holiday, but something tells me you will be too busy to
relax. I'll be picking you up early tomorrow. Good evening, Stacey." With
that parting shot she picked up her handbag and strolled out of the office.
***************
Two weeks later Karl returned to work, ready to face his colleagues in his
new identity. The replies to the two letters that Personnel had received
bearing his signature had expressed concern and support for his brave
decisions, and his new post and salary were confirmed. Karl was considerably
changed even from the last time he had stepped into Diane's office.
Over the intervening weeks he had worked hard at his new identity, learning
to maintain an illusion of femininity with speech, posture and behaviour. He
had learned fast, becoming quite convincing under weeks of hypnotic
training. Diane had pushed him hard, reinforcing feminine mannerisms and
ruthlessly suppressing any male behaviour.
She had taken him even further than she had expected, bringing out a shy,
girlish personality. This prompted her, in the shuffle of paperwork
accompanying his name-change and reassignment, to amend his age from
twenty-two to seventeen. No one would have trouble believing it. He had shed
still more weight, dropping to barely a hundred and fifteen pounds, and
developing more curves on his skinny frame.
His meagre savings had been ravaged, putting him several hundred pounds in
the red. First there had been electrolysis to eradicate the last remnants of
his stubble, followed by a series of thorough visits to beauty salons. His
hair had been trimmed into cute bangs and restyled, and he spent ages every
morning drying and setting it to Diane's satisfaction.
His nails had been allowed to grow long, and manicured into perfect shape.
To perfect his legs, he had endured painful waxing. However, the bulk of his
money had gone to provide a feminine wardrobe to suit his new figure. Diane
had insisted that from now on he would not wear trousers - his legs looked
far too good to hide.
The skirts and dresses she had bought were mostly short to show off his best
assets. To further enhance them, she had selected mostly high-heeled shoes,
which Karl had painfully mastered the art of moving gracefully in. She had
no doubt that he - lets make that she - could pull them off.
So it was Stacey, not Karl, who swung her legs, knees together, from a cute
white hatchback. Karl's big off-roader was too expensive to run on a junior
assistant's salary, so had been traded in for something more suitable. With
short mincing steps, hips swinging, she crossed the car park to the main
building.
She wore a tight, lacy white sweater beneath a short plaid pinafore. Sheer
white tights encased her legs, and her strappy, high-heeled shoes matched
her dress. Beneath her clothes, she wore a girdle to bring her waist down to
twenty-four inches, and a padded bra enhanced her new breasts. Her make-up
was flawlessly applied; bright, fresh colours to increase the illusion of
youth.
She knew that Dianne would be annoyed if she was late on her first day back,
and put a little more hustle into her walk, to the delight of the young man
walking behind her.
Diane watched with pleasure as her new assistant trotted across the car
park. She still had plenty of plans for Stacey. There was little doubt that
the girl's request for gender reassignment would go through, given a year's
probation in her new role. It would be a simple matter to keep her under
control.
She had become startlingly obedient under intensive training. It was early
days as yet, but her boobs refused to grow. Well, there were always
implants. Nothing extreme of course, but a pair of good, firm c-cups would
really have the guys flocking. Now seeing how Stacey reacted to men would
really be interesting...
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