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Becoming a Team Player By Jennifer Richardson Chapter One The main problem with the office in which I worked was that if you didn't go to the parties you tended to find that you were frowned upon for not being a "team player". This in turn tended to affect your standing in the eyes of the bosses and therefore the chances that you would ever be considered for promotion were very slim to say the least. The Christmas party went passed without mishap for once, my naughty vicar outfit going down quite well. Quite why we had to have another party at Easter I don't know but there were about eight of us as Easter bunnies and the suits were so hot that we all drank far too much. When the notice went up for a "Grand Summer Ball" went up my heart sank. It didn't help that everyone else was so up for it. I decided that I'd put in for a holiday to cover the Saturday night that the ball was going to take place, so I submitted my application and didn't think too much more about it until two days later I was summoned to Melinda Bowen's office. Bad enough that I'd been pulled into her lair, doubly bad when I'd been summoned to answer questions regarding my sudden avoidance of the Summer Ball. Not that she asked me that directly of course. Now Miss Bowen is one of the new generation of managers, all management degree, corporate strategy and business environment. It didn't help that she was stunningly beautiful with an iron hand in a velvet glove. Tall and busty, but lithe with it, her long auburn hair and sparkling green eyes had the capability of compelling and capturing at the same time. "You've put your holiday request in at short notice, haven't you Keith?" Her eyes pinned me to the chair and I felt like I was shrinking. "It was one of those last minute deals Miss Bowen." I explained, rather lamely as it turned out. "Where to?" She asked. "Erm... Cyprus." "Really? I went to Cyprus last year. Which part?" "Erm... Iraklion." "Isn't that in Crete Keith?" "Erm... is it? Oh, well, it sounds something like that." Oh dear, I thought, okay, so Geography isn't my strong point. "You realise you'll miss the Summer Ball?" She asked, those emerald eyes burning into mine so hard that I had to glance away, which only served to make me look shifty. An exercise in damage limitation seemed to be my only course of action. "Oh! That's a shame." "Indeed it is Keith, especially as the Technology Support Department is going to be restructured in August." "Is it? I didn't know." I replied, restructuring usually meant job losses. "Yes, I'll be running the new department actually, we're combining your Technology Department with Operations. Oddly enough your name came up." "It did?" That could be either good or bad. "I'm going to need someone to back me up on the technical side, we'd thought of you, a real promotion Keith, then again Nick Collins has similar qualifications, even though he hasn't been with the company long." Nick Collins, sucked up to management, life and soul of the party and a serious whiz kid. Dangerous to my long term prospects and God knew I needed the job after having lost my last one under a hugely embarrassing grey cloud. The cloud? Ah, well that tends to tie in with me not being able to wear the kind of outfit I'd have liked to wear to a fancy dress party. I used to work late at my previous company you see. That afforded me an hour or so to pretend I was a sexy secretary or office girl. I'd got away with smuggling clothes in and out for months, up until they'd installed an internal closed circuit television system without any of us knowing. Apparently the videotape showed me getting undressed, doing my make up and then dressing in a short black mini skirt and white blouse. Crowning my head with a long tumbling curled blonde wig. They'd been all right about it really, it could have been a lot worse but they still wouldn't have a transvestite working for them, apparently I'd have been a target for any self-respecting industrial espionage agent. Not that there was anything they'd have been interested in. So I'd left the company under a cloud and gone back to live at my parents for a while, losing the job meant I couldn't keep up with the rent on my flat. It had also curtailed my dressing and I'd had to dispose of my wardrobe, this had been than losing the job. When I'd got this job I'd been able to get another flat and rebuild my wardrobe. The possibility that I might lose it all again was too terrible to imagine. "I suppose I could cancel." I said for the want of saying anything. "Really? Well, if you think you should Keith, don't feel I'm putting any pressure on you." The smile she gave me had no humour or pleasure behind it. "Of course not Miss Bowen." "That would mean you could go to the Summer Ball as well." Her bright smile didn't fool me but I couldn't let on that I knew what she'd been up to. "Well, that's something to look forward to." "Of course it is Keith, certainly more fun than burning to bits on a beach, in Cyprus, or Crete, or anywhere else, don't you think?" "Certainly Miss Bowen." "Well thanks for popping in Keith, you've only got two weeks to get to the fancy dress shops, you'd better hurry, everyone else has been buying up everything they can get their hands on." Thus dismissed I had the thought that Miss Bowen would no doubt be arriving at the Ball as the Countess of Bathory. Due to her love of bathing in the blood of her victims. Sitting back at my desk I had the sudden thought that I had somehow been out manoeuvred. Where the hell was Iraklion? How come I had found myself gibbering like an idiot, well, more or less. There was something about the whole episode that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Something had happened in there and it was going to rebound on me, of that I was absolutely sure. When I got back to the flat that evening I was still cursing my luck. I drank a little too much whisky and one of those muddled, tipsy, semi stupid ideas came to mind. Dare I risk it? Could I get away with it? Was it possible to got to the ball and get out again without being noticed? If so how? I grabbed a pen and paper and jotted down a few idiotic ideas until one shot out of the back of my head and then stared back at me from the page. Use the office network system on the computer to send an invite to a new temporary employee. Someone who didn't actually exist but would appear to have done so, merely by their appearance in the system. It would be the administration department that would issue the invite and if there were an extra name in the long list it would scarcely be noticed. Would it? It might, in which case, how do I do that? And, as with all stupid ideas, the answer is just too simple for words. I would receive the invite on "her" behalf. "She" would go to the ball and if asked, "she" would say that "she" had come with me. I guessed there would be at least one Fred Flintstone, so "she" would say I was one of them, then "she'd" find a corner to hide in. So Kathleen Forest was born, Kathleen as it was my own adopted femme name, Forest as it was close to my own surname, Wood. Now if that wasn't clever I didn't know what was and downed another glass of whisky in a celebration toast. I made an effort during the rest of the week to let all the guys who'd failed to find costumes yet, that the fancy dress hire shops had plenty of Fred Flintstone costumes left, telling them to keep the secret. For myself? Well I paid a visit to a local charity shop that was an absolute treasure-trove. The staff in the shop was used to seeing me poking about in the dresses, skirts and tops and often shared secret knowing smiles with me. I'd found all kinds of good quality clothes in the shop, even some designer labels. I considered my best buy to have been a knee length black dress in the softest of leather. It was in a halter neck style and I had to wear it without a bra. I felt that I looked my sexiest when wearing it, especially with my ankle high boots with their spike heels. Not that I'd ever have the chance to wear it outside of the flat. Not even for the Summer Ball, it was fancy dress but my leather dress was for something much better than an office party. Besides, I wasn't going to the Ball as me in a dress was I? No, I was going to be Kathleen Forest; Keith Wood was going as Fred Flintstone. I continued to look through the rails knowing that one member of staff was taking note of what I was looking at. In the past she had often produced the perfect item of clothing from a rail or rack, like a magician lifting a rabbit from his hat. On entering the shop I'd been glad to see she was behind the desk. She had smiled but hadn't approached me then, presumably as there were other people in the shop. I wandered over to a high rail that contained a selection of evening gowns. One in particular caught my attention. It was in a shimmering sparkling red, covered in sequins from the single broad shoulder strap to the hem. It was ankle length with a slit almost to the thigh along the right leg. I checked for a size but there was no label. I was about to lift it from the rail when I heard the door chimes. Glancing guiltily over my shoulder I saw the woman closing the door behind the other customers, calling out that the shop was closing for lunch. I happened to know from experience that the shop didn't close for lunch and a knot of worry tied itself up in my stomach. The knot grew when she turned from the door and came over towards me. By the time she was beside my side and looking from the dress to me and back again my legs were close to jelly. "No need to worry, I think we both know, that we both know." My voice didn't want to come out so I just gulped. "First things first. Your Adams apple isn't too pronounced but you'd probably want to think of wearing a scarf round your neck. Not hanging, folded over on itself as if it wear more like a choker." "I see." I managed to squeak. "It's all right, my brother is a dresser, looks quite good but I think you'd be a lot more convincing." I gulped again. "Are you a stockings and suspenders kind of girl?" I mumbled a yes. "Not in this dress darling, the split is too high. If you walked round in it your stocking tops and suspenders would be flashed to the world and their Uncle." "Right." "What's your name? I'm Grace." "Er... Keith." "No silly! Your real name, the one you dress for?" Either she had a better understanding of me and my cross-dressing than I had, or her interest in her brother went further than just knowing that he dressed. "Kathleen." I said, it sounded rather pathetic. "Do you want to try the dress Kathleen? I can't keep the shop closed too long." "Yes, please." I almost choked. "Come on then, there's a room at the back we can use." We? So she intended to watch. My feet refused to budge for a second until they took a nervous step to follow her. My mind ran through what I was wearing under my loose fitting sweatshirt and jeans. Black teddy and hold up stockings. My silicon breast forms securely fixed with their special adhesive for the weekend. Hidden under the way too big sweatshirt. I stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by boxes and shelves all holding clothes yet to go on display. Grace closed the curtain separating the room from the shop and watched me. I reluctantly pulled the sweatshirt off over my head without looking at her then dropped my jeans to the floor, stepping out of them with my face bright red in embarrassment. "Very nice, I was worried you'd be a little full round the waist to carry the dress off." I looked up, more than half of me had expected to hear her burst out laughing. "Do you shave or use cream?" "Er... cream actually, I find shaving dries my skin too much. It grows back too quickly as well." I blurted this out, then realised I felt better for having said it. "Are you going out in the dress or are you still hiding at home?" She said this with a good-humoured knowing smile. "Out, it's an office fancy dress party." "Really? Which office? We get them all in here you know. All the ones that can't face wearing a hired costume. It makes me wonder what they turn the clothes into." I told her where I worked and in which department, then wondered why on earth I'd done that? If she felt like it she could make life very difficult for me indeed. "I take that nobody there knows that you've someone else wandering around inside you?" "Sorry? Oh I see, I've never looked at it that way before." "Perhaps you should? Let her build a character around herself. I bet you'd get a lot more out of dressing if Kathleen developed opinions and a life of her own to enjoy when you allow her out." "I suppose I'm worried that I'd like Kathleen more than I like myself." I forced a laugh, which sounded so false I regretted it straight away. "Or perhaps you're afraid that Kathleen will be such a wonderful girl that you allow her to take over?" I was seriously becoming uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going. "Hardly, she's not very convincing." I mumbled. "Well, let her work it out for herself, give her more time to develop and I'll bet you'll be amazed by the results." That seemed to be the end of the analysis as she then asked me if the Ball would be my first time out dressed. "No, I've been out for walks at night and a few drives." "What colour is Kathleen's hair, and the style?" My own hair was of a medium brown and fell to the bottom of my neck; my femme side was totally different. "Long, blonde and curled." I replied, wondering what she was thinking. "How blonde? Light, dark or peroxide?" She giggled. "Quite light." She shook her head, "Too obvious, hang on a minute." She left me for a few minutes going through a door behind me that I hadn't noticed. When she reappeared she was carrying a bundle of wigs. "Let's have a look, turn round, there's a mirror on the back door of that cupboard." I opened the door and saw my flushed reflection looking back at me. Grace fitted a wig to my head, much like the wig I had at home. "See? The beach babe look just won't go with that dress. It's too light and it looks too tarty." The next wig was a short blonde bob that just dropped past my ears, curling in towards my face. "Too informal, you need a little more length." The third wig was the winner, in honey blonde, styled with loose waves that fell just to my shoulders, a fringe fell to the front, cut in a feathered style. I liked it immensely and saw her beaming a smile over my shoulder. "That looks more like Kathleen doesn't it?" Grace reached behind her and returned to clip cascading waterfall earrings in place, silver and sparkling. Adding a matching inverted diamante triangle of a necklace that lay flat on my upper chest. "Now, try the dress." She held it for me and I stepped into it. All embarrassment had left me now and I did so eagerly. Grace eased the long zip from the small of my back up to the slashed neckline. The dress sheathed me like a second skin and as she'd suggested, when I walked my stocking tops were clearly revealed. "Go for light skin tone tights, very sheer with a touch of shimmer to them. Now then, where did Margie put the shoes." She disappeared again, leaving me looking at my reflection, wishing the mirror were full length and not just head and shoulder. When she came back she handed me a pair of high-heeled court shoes covered in a shining red material that matched the dress perfectly. They were a little tight at first until the material eased; they were suddenly very comfortable and barely peeked out from under the hem until I moved. She wound a silver grey silk scarf round my throat until it fitted snugly. "Would gloves be going over the top? Let's see." She slid elbow length finger-less gloves in red satin along my arms and then slipped a large sparkling costume jewellery ring onto my finger. "Wow!" She stepped back, holding my hands at arms length. "You really do look stunning, and that's without any war paint! I'd love to see the finished product!" "Thanks, you've been very kind." I whispered, hiding my eyes under the fringe. "Don't over do the flirting Kathleen, you'll only encourage them!" She laughed and before I knew what had happened she had me in her arms, hugging and kissing me. I found myself responding, tilting my head back for her to explore. When she snaked her tongue into my mouth I sucked on it and made her shiver. The zip at the back of the dress lowered slowly and then slipped off my shoulders to the floor. "I think you'd better get dressed Kathleen, if you don't then I'm afraid I might just ravish you!" I was a little bit disappointed to tell the truth, actually that's a lie, and I was absolutely gutted! She left me to dress, going back into the shop with the dress, gloves, shoes and the wig. I got ready and then went through to find her behind the cash desk with a large bag on top of the desktop. "Now then Kathleen, this lot will make a woman of you." She suddenly asked. "What's your name?" "Kathleen." I answered in a half whisper, not sure where she was going. "Such a pretty name darling, such a pretty girl, a lovely girl!" "Er... thanks Grace, how much do I owe you?" "How about you work it off in kind?" "How do you mean?" "If you agree to come in and help out every now and again you can have the gown for free." "I don't know Grace, I mean, I'm kind of busy." "You'd get first pick of all the clothes that come in, and get to spend time out in public as Kathleen?" She'd caught me there and I found myself saying I'd do it before I even knew it. We exchanged phone numbers, Grace telling me she'd call when she wanted me in. When I got home I found the diamante jewellery was in the bottom of the bag. Next day in the office I was summoned into Miss Bowen's office almost as soon as I arrived. "Ah Keith, all set for the party?" "I think so Miss Bowen." I replied guardedly. "Good, you do know that there's a slight change to the plan for merging our departments, had you heard?" This had me a little worried and I asked what the change was. "Well, I thought it was going to be a straight fight between you and Nick. However, the powers that be have decided to look outside the company. So there will be a few more names on the short list. Does that worry you at all?" "Not really Miss Bowen, I didn't think I had much of a shout as it was. A few more candidates just means I've even less of a chance." "A little defeatist aren't we Keith?" "I'd have said more realistic, I'm not exactly a company man in your eyes am I?" "Would you be shocked if I told you I was going to favour your chances over Nick?" I sat there stunned; I'd just blown myself completely out of the water. Once dismissed I slunk back to my desk and went through the motions for most of the day. The only bright point being when the internal mail delivered Kathleen Forest's party invitation. Seeing it set off a firework display in my imagination. Of course I'd never pull it off would I? I searched through the office system and found the brief details I'd supplied it with concerning Kathleen. It already had my National Insurance number and the rest of the information needed for pay-roll purposes. As it was I was going to pull it out just before the party, which was a week before the next pay date. I embellished her C.V. with my own and invented a virtually untraceable career path. The companies I named were real enough as were the agencies I said she'd worked for. The addresses were false, and the companies had gone bust so I was fairly safe there. Now, who could I put down as her references? I called in at the charity shop on the way home and took Grace for a drink and outlined my plans. "You're going to go full time as Kathleen!" "No! I just want to get a look at the kind of interview the real me is going to have to go through, it might give me an edge." "Sounds like a good idea when you think about it. Quite fun to. How can I help?" Grace asked with a broad smile. "Be a referee for Kathleen, a contact should anyone follow it up. I'll make out that you were her boss at a previous employer. I'll give you a letter to cover it, all you'd have to do was sign it and sit back in case they phone to check." Grace agreed suggesting that I used her address as Kathleen's on the understanding that I'd help in the shop on Saturday morning. By the time the weekend came round I had everything set, Kathleen's application was posted off, as was my own through the internal mail. On the Friday afternoon Miss Bowen surprised me by coming out to my desk and handed me a pile of papers. "Can you get Kathleen to update the logistic files for me Keith? I've been called into a meeting." "Sure, she's down in accounts at the minute, they've borrowed her for an hour. I'll call her back up and get her to sort them out." I lied glibly, and then waited until Miss Bowen had disappeared before doing it myself. The Saturday morning at the shop passed off without incident and Grace rewarded me with a tailored tunic dress and jacket that she said would be perfect for the interview. "Presuming she gets one Grace." I added, and then went to try it on. "Very much the business woman Kathleen, now remember, you're going to have to wear the same wig for both the party and the interview." Grace told me whilst she inspected me. She showed me how I could style the wig up in various ways. Not just the style I was to wear it at the party. In a French plait, a very stylish bun, a softly ribbon and scarf tied ponytail and more. She also insisted on taking me out to a wine bar in it, coaching and teaching me all the while. By the time we got back to her house I was quite exhausted and I fell asleep in her arms on the sofa in the lounge. She kissed me awake towards midnight and I sleepily followed her upstairs to bed. Chapter Two. I was a little embarrassed when I woke alone in her bed the following morning. Not over what we'd done, more how we'd done it. Grace had insisted that as far as possible I should really get into Kathleen's character and so I'd played the female role in our love making as far as possible. Even down to Grace telling me that it was she that was penetrating me and not the other way round. By the time I'd plucked up the courage to get up and shower any doubts had disappeared. The more recollections that came back to me the more I smiled. Back in the bedroom it suddenly came to me that Kathleen, not Keith was going to have to travel home. I'd arrived at the shop en femme and left en femme. Grace greeted me warmly when I finally went downstairs. A hangover had surfaced so I wasn't at my best and welcomed the two round tablets she offered. They must have been pretty powerful as I was soon right back on form, taking in every word and suggestion that Grace made, every bit of advice. I felt so grateful to her that I found t difficult to express my thanks. "Are you sure you're okay Kathleen?" "Fine, I'm just a bit over agitated, I think its all this plotting and planning." She crossed to the drawer she'd taken the tablets from and handed two small plastic jars to me. "Take one of each three times a day, they'll keep you calm, that way you won't panic and drop yourself in it. And remember, stay in character as much as you can." I looked at the jars and thanked her, noting the labels had faded to such an extent that I couldn't make out the writing. Of course a Doctor's handwriting is well known as being illegible so I thought nothing more of it. The same could be said for the large tub of the thick skin softening cream that Grace gave me. "Kathleen would pamper herself darling so you should indulge her as much as you can. Use the cream once in the morning and once in the evening. It should be allowed to soak in by itself, don't rub it in and make sue you use plenty over your boobs, hips and your bum. With that dress of you're going to have to wear the thinnest, tightest panties you can get away with so you don't want to miss out on the sensation do you?" It seemed to make sense so I agreed to follow her instructions to the letter. Grace handed me yet another present, this turned out to be a set of perfectly shaped scarlet glossed false nails. "It's a shame you haven't got time to grow your own, for the interview you'll have to revert to a set that you can paint yourself." With all the advice buzzing round my head I made my escape after Grace promised to let me know as soon as she received any letter addressed to Kathleen Forest. I was just about wiped out by the time I got home. Before having a lie down I smeared myself in the softly scented cream and then sat on the edge of the bath while it soaked into my skin. The headache was coming back as well so I took another pair of tablets while I waited for the cream to do its stuff. I slept until early evening and then sat watching the television for a while though I couldn't really concentrate on it. I repeated the cream and tablet regime before setting the alarm for half an hour earlier than I would normally get up. That seemed to be how long it took for the cream to soak in. As the week wore on I found that I seemed to have an ongoing migraine most of the time. The tablets were a great relief and kept me going, thought I found I was taking them five times a day instead of Grace's recommended three. When she rang me at the office on the Wednesday morning I asked her about it. "Don't worry about it Kathleen, cut out the alcohol though, I know what a naughty girl you can be! Come to think of it, I think you'd do well to put yourself on a vitamin supplement. I'll get you some tins of juice." I found myself giggling for some reason but didn't know why. "Anyway darling, your letter came this morning. How about picking it up from the shop on your way home?" I agreed and said I'd see her later. "Good, I want to see how nice and soft your skin is!" She laughed throatily and then hung up. I'd only just replaced the receiver when Miss Bowen came over to my desk. "I thought I'd let you know Keith, there's a memo in the mail in confirmation, but your interview is ten thirty next Monday morning, okay?" I couldn't really object but I realised that the chances were that I'd be up for interview well before Kathleen, unless there was an earlier slot pencilled in for her. "Fine Miss Bowen." I said, trying to think of something to add. "You really aren't missing anything you know Keith, Iraklion's bound to be full of drunken tourists and in any case, the ball will be much more fun." She gave me what could be loosely termed a smile and wandered off through the office. I searched through the system to see if I could find Kathleen's interview time to no avail. At the shop later in the evening I found she was to attend at half past one on the following Tuesday afternoon and also asked for details of her bank. This left me with two problems to solve. The first one was relatively easy; I'd just have to call in sick on the Tuesday morning. The second one was more difficult but Grace quickly came up with the answer. "Do it on the Internet, it should be simple enough. Use your own details but just put Kathleen's name in instead of yours. Now, do I get to touch your super soft skin darling or are you going to stay in that awful suit all evening?" We left the shop much later in the evening, after I'd had my first vitamin juice drink or whatever it was. It was actually more like a thick milk shake, like those dieting drinks but very sweet. Grace supplied me with tons of the stuff that she'd already bottled up for me. A pint in the morning and a pint in the evening. I soon found I didn't fancy eating anything much at all after drinking one of them. I ended up on a salad diet and wondered if I was turning into a rabbit. On leaving the shop I had my suit, shirt, shoes, pants and socks were in a small holdall the shop provided. Just as it had provided the soft white blouse and black mini skirt I was wearing, along with the white teddy and tan hold up stockings which led down my long smooth legs to the black heeled court shoes on my feet. I felt rather strange, not having my silicon's in place, ever so flat-chested and very vulnerable. "Don't worry darling, everyone will be looking at your gorgeous legs." Grace came home with me and took great delight in administering my skin softening treatment. I had to agree it was very effective, and I hadn't found a hair trying to grow back anywhere. Grace repeated the treatment in the morning and suggested that it might be an idea to dye my hair so that it matched the wig colour. "Maybe after the party Grace, I don't want to attract too much attention between then and now. There's the small matter of the interview to get out of the way as well." "Monday night then, come round to my house straight from work, then you can go to Kathleen's interview from mine." Her fingers were working wonders on me so I wasn't in a position to argue, especially when she rolled me on my back, spread her legs and lowered herself between them. I was almost forty minutes late for work, which wasn't greeted with universal appreciation from Miss Bowen. "Not a good impression this close to your interview Keith." She'd said when she saw me rushing to my desk. If she'd known I was wearing a black satin camisole top, matching tanga panties, stockings and suspenders beneath my sober grey shirt and trousers she'd have really thought I was making a strange impression. Grace had insisted I wear the lingerie and it did feel fantastic after all. She'd also suggested that she help me get ready on the Friday night. My head had been throbbing at the time and I had a hot flush so I couldn't find the strength to put her off. Thankfully she furnished me with a replenished supply of tablets and I was soon as right as rain. Lunch was one of Grace's juice drinks, I guessed that it was the extra sweet taste that had hooked me, I almost craved it! Setting up Kathleen's bank account was even easier than I thought it would be, for the first deposit all I had to do was transfer some cash form my own account. It would be just as easy for me to close it after the interview, all it needed to be set up for was in case the office checked to make sure there actually was one. Back home that evening I lazed around in my lingerie before going through the skin softening regime. The softness of my skin was even more noticeable, so silky smooth to the touch that I found myself stroking and caressing myself all the more. Once it had soaked in I took my tablets and washed them down with a vitamin drink then wrapped myself in a short satin robe and read a magazine on beauty tips I'd picked up from the newsagent on the way home. The touch of the satin on my skin sent me quivering, my nipples actually seemed to ache, not painfully but with an ache to be touched. I found myself stroking them through the satin almost believing that they were hardening into large round buds beneath my fingers. It was even more of a surprise when I found myself opening my legs and circling a finger against the very tip of my erection. I pulled myself up short, gasping and panting for breath, from the brink of what I was sure was going to be a hugely intense orgasm. My eyes were barely focused when I opened the wrap and looked at the jutting nipples sticking out of my chest. I virtually crawled to bed, aching for release but fearful of the intensity the approaching climax. I'd never sensed such an emotional attachment to my arousal before and found myself sobbing and close to tears. I took two tablets to calm myself down and eventually managed to get to sleep. The Friday morning at work had passed in a blur. I'd gone through my ritual of cream, tablets and juice and dressed without thinking. White lace bra, panties and suspender belt attached to sheer stockings. I couldn't face the rough feel of my suit trousers against my bare skin and the starched cotton of my shirt felt so uncomfortable against my arms. I found myself wishing I could have risked a soft blouse but they were all too feminine to get away with it. As it was, the soft lace of the bra was enough to have my nipples aching all morning and it was with a great relief that the office closed early so we could all get ready for the night ahead. With Grace to help me get ready that evening I could afford an extra long soak in a bubble filled scented bath. After which Grace massaged me with the cream and saw to my needs with tablets and juice. It was almost as if I was high once I'd taken them and Grace allowed me a pause to enjoy the sensation though when she kissed and then sucked on my nipples I just about screamed at the wonderful sensations that shook my body. She just smiled and told me it was time to dress. She handed me a tiny pair of black rubber panties. I looked at them in amazement, wondering how they were supposed to keep me neatly tucked away. Once they were on I saw that they were so tight on me that I had a perfectly smooth shape. There was no hint whatsoever as to what they contained. In fact they even had soft latex ridges inside them and when I gently touched them through the soft rubber they felt to me as if I might as well have been touching Grace. Not only that but they rubbed against my hidden length and made me shudder. Grace laughed at my reaction and told me to stop fingering myself. She fixed my silicon's in place with twice the amount of fixative than I would normally have used. Then she handed me a pair of ultra sheer tights that were virtually exactly the colour of my skin. They had a slight shimmer to them that looked fantastic beneath the lights. Stepping into the gown made me shiver with delight. Grace watched me sitting in front of the dressing table t do my make up. Selecting a sophisticated blend of pale blue, silver and grey eye shadows after applying a light foundation. I had worried a little over having a beard shadow but there had been no need to shave ever since I'd been using the skin softening cream. It seemed to have stopped hair growth anywhere else so I had extended my use of it to my face. I took my time to line my lips with a dark red pen and then filed in with a first coat of gloss scarlet that would match the talons Grace was adhering to my fingers. After blotting my lips I painted on a second coat of scarlet gloss before turning my attention to my eyelashes. Two coats of thickening curling mascara after emphasising their shape with a kohl pencil. Grace took over and used a careful application of liquid foundation to disguise my eyebrows. I was surprised and thrilled by their newly arched appearance. The diamante necklace clasped tightly round my throat and the rest of the jewellery was added. Finally the crowning glory of the honey blonde, waved and feather cut wig. Grace held the dress for me, I was transfixed by the way it seemed to shimmer and shine beneath the lights. Stepping into it I settled the strap on my shoulder and stood while Grace drew up the long rear zip, feeling it moulding itself to my body. It felt a little tighter over my hips and chest than it had in the shop but I reminded myself I'd been wearing a teddy when I'd first worn it, nor had I been wearing my breast forms. My reflection in the mirror showed me to be quite curvy in all the right places, even my waist seemed to look trimmer, almost nipped. Of course I'd hardly been eating so I must have lost quite a bit of weight. I stepped into the lovely red satin dancing pumps and as ever loved the feeling of pressure and the forced adjustment of my body to them. Grace draped the silver scarf round my throat and added a diamante pin to fasten it before sliding the ultra smooth evening gloves along my arms to above my elbows. Finally she added the ring to my finger and thrilled me to bits when she handed me a small, red clutch evening bag, already filled with everything that I would need for the evening ahead, even down too the invitations. My motions were running wild. In all my time of dressing, never had I looked as convincing. Not just convincing, I actually looked beautiful! I was absolutely stunned and even more thrilled when Grace produced a camera and made me pose for photographs. She shot a whole film and told me that she had never doubted that I would look anything other than gorgeous. Between us we had achieved a sophisticated look with very sexy overtones and she warned me that whatever I did I was to kerb the flirting. "If any of your colleagues are in the least bit red blooded they'll be all over you. Let it be known early on that you're unavailable, better still, let on that you have a girlfriend and that you only went to the ball with Keith because he couldn't get a date!" This added an extra thrill to the whole scenario and I agreed straight away. I was both thrilled and relieved when Grace said that she would drop me off at the hotel where the ball was taking place and wait until I was safely in. "If we get there early enough you can hand over booth invites, then the doorman won't know which Fred Flintstone is actually supposed to be you." I saw that she had a very valid point and allowed myself to be chauffeured to the hotel, full of a mixture of nerves and excitement. A pair of tablets calmed me down a little; thankfully the headaches had become so constant that I barely noticed them any more. Grace dropped me off and I relished the walk up the long line of steps to the hotel doors. The evening air caressed my legs and I felt all the more excited. I could feel Keith slipping away, and, as Grace had told me, I allowed Kathleen to come to the fore and by the time I reached the top step I fell easily into her persona. I handed the invitations over with a soft smile and told the doorman that Keith Woods would be along later. "He's coming as Fred Flintstone and I dare say he'll have had a drink or two on the way!" I confided with a honeyed conspiratorial whisper that made his cheeks flush. Grace was right, this flirting business had to be held in check otherwise I might get rather more than I had bargained for. I stepped through the door and walked smoothly and confidently through to the ballroom. The room was softly lit with a large glitter ball hanging from the ceiling above the wooden dance floor. A long bar covered most of the left hand wall and opposite were a long line of tables where I presumed the buffet would be laid out. The far end of the room was taken up by a large curtained stage. I moved across to the bar and was quickly served with a tall chilled glass of orange juice. Glancing about the place I played a game of spot the member of staff. I saw Jon Griffith's from Purchasing, a far from convincing Pope and if I was right the two Nun's with him were his P.A. Sally Dixon and his one of his assistant buyers Joanne Harris. Nick Collins arrived as a Viking warrior, accompanied by Andy Archer and Glen Cook, both looking less than happy in their French Maids uniforms. This brought a smile to my face and I turned away before they saw me laughing. When I looked back I saw two Pink Panthers and thankfully a pair of Fred Flintstones, only one Barney Rubble however. The rest of that party were made up of a Wilma and Betty pairing though without the ghastly hire outfits, Jenny Foster and Samantha Taylor looking resplendent in their short dresses. Scooby Do fell over his or her feet in the doorway, which provoked a roar of laughter. I moved down the bar and into the shadows and almost missed Miss Bowen's arrival. I'd given little thought as to what she herself might have been wearing but she carried off Vampyra beautifully. From the low cut black velvet corset dress with its high winged collar at the back of her head and the heavy hanging cape fastened by a chain at her throat. The cape proved to be lined with glossy red silk or satin. If she looked the part then her reputation quite probably finished it off. The room began to fill up and I found it quite easy to move amongst the throng, sharing a word here and there but without being drawn in to any extended conversation. I visited the bar again and heard the music start up. For a moment or two nobody seemed to want to move onto the dance floor but eventually the Pope and one of his loyal Nuns made the loyal and brave move. Joined by Elvis and a Marilyn Monroe soon after who I couldn't identify. I was considering that as the invitations had been handed in with both my name and Keith's on them I could probably slip away. If anyone checked they'd assume both of us had attended. On the other hand if I was asked how I had enjoyed myself on the following Monday I'd have little idea if anything out of the ordinary had occurred. To that end I decided that I would have to hang around a little while longer. Besides which I was thoroughly enjoying being out in such a fantastic gown. My enjoyment was almost immediately tempered when an oh so familiar voice asked me if she knew me. I turned to see Miss Bowen looking at me, her head tilted to one side slightly. I fought down a sudden surge of panic and managed to muster a shy smile. "I'm Kathleen Forest Miss Bowen, I'm temping for Keith Wood?" To my surprise she held out her hand, I took it gently and felt her squeeze my fingers, not hard, just enough pressure to let me know she was there. "Ah! The mysterious Miss Forest. It is Miss isn't it?" "Yes Miss Bowen, I'm afraid so." "Melinda, Kathleen, call me Melinda." Her hand reached my elbow and guided me to one side, away from the bar and almost out of range of the speakers. "And how are you enjoying working for our Mr Wood?" "Fine, he's helped me out quite a lot." "I dare say he has you running around doing all the grubby jobs?" I realised that it wasn't a question it was actually a statement and that I was expected to agree with it. The problem was that I would be doing myself down if I did agree yet I didn't want to give myself an over glowing report that she wouldn't believe. "Now and again, though mostly he's fine, he runs the system in a way that I'd never have grasped if he hadn't taken the time to show me." "I do so like loyalty in staff Kathleen, though I don't expect it from temps." She said this with a slow smile and I wasn't sure what my response was supposed to be. I sipped my drink and then returned the smile, trying to frame an answer. She beat me to it. "Of course, you might be more than a temp shortly. I was very impressed with your application Kathleen." "Thank you Miss Bowen, Melinda." I gushed. She gave me another smile, something I certainly wasn't expecting, let alone used to. "The logistics updates you did for me were very impressive. You seem to have grasped our procedures very quickly indeed." It struck me that this was much more than a small social conversation that just happened to concern elements of work. This was looking more and more to be along the lines of an informal interview. "Come with me Kathleen and I'll introduce you to some people." Of course I knew who the people in question were already. Perhaps it would be fairer to say that I knew of them as opposed to that I knew them. The Senior Management Team were more of a mysterious group, we knew they existed but about the only people who dealt with them were their personal assistants and the departmental heads. It was obvious from the way that each of them greeted Miss Bowen that she was very highly thought of. To each of them I was introduced as, "Miss Kathleen Forest, a very capable temp who, I'm glad to say has applied for the new operations position." The more introductions that were made, the more I became conscious that a soft hand was guiding me about. On more than one occasion the hand stayed on my hip just that little moment longer than it possibly should have done. Once, when the fingers slipped into the slip of my gown I froze momentarily and then turned to see Miss Bowen smiling at me softly. She raised and eyebrow, squeezed my thigh and then led me over to the bar. "I think you've made a very favourable impression Kathleen, very favourable indeed." She whispered in my ear, her lips an inch from my neck. When they gently brushed my skin a bolt of electricity shot through me, when I recovered she was gone and moments later I made my way out of the ball room and hurried from the building. Chapter Three. Travelling home and the rest of the night were a blur by the time I woke in the morning. Sprawled on my bed in only the rubber panties. I gradually became aware of a throbbing headache so I dragged myself from the bed and hurried to find my tablets and one of Grace's oh so welcome drinks. I recovered slowly then showered and sat in the lounge in a wrap. Picking up the phone I dialled Grace's number. "Darling! How did it go?" I filled her in with as much detail as I could recall, quite a bit more than I thought I would actually remember. I'd thought that my excitement and enjoyment over the evening might have swamped my memories. "And Miss Bowen actually introduced you to the directors? That's marvellous Kathleen, it sounds like you'll have quite a good chance at the interview." I missed her meaning at first but eventually caught on. "But Grace, it's the real me that wants the job! Using Kathleen was just an idea to get some background!" "It sounds to me like this new job pays a lot better." "Well yes, and goodness knows I need the money, I couldn't survive without it." "I'm sure you're worrying over nothing Kathleen, stick to the plan and just see how it goes. You can always disappear, Kathleen can I mean." "I suppose you're right Grace, it's just come as a bit of a shock to think that Kathleen has more chance of getting the job than I have, then Keith has I mean." "You sound tired darling, take a couple of tablets and go back to bed." I took her advice and rolled into the office half an hour late in the morning and not in a very good frame of mind for the interview which came round far too soon as far as I was concerned. Sitting in Miss Bowen's office were Kevin Fletcher, the Director of Personnel, Alyson Middleton the newly appointed Senior Administration Officer and of course Miss Bowen. The atmosphere was not so much intimidating as highly oppressive. So, Keith, what specialist skills can you bring to the knew department?" Kevin Fletcher asked. "Er... well, I think..." I mumbled and it all went down hill from there. The rest of the day passed in a blur. I couldn't concentrate, didn't seem to be able to bring myself to think straight and I had a momentous migraine building in my temples. When five o'clock came round it wasn't a moment too soon, even then the journey to Grace's house seemed to take forever and I was almost on my knees by the time I got there. The first thing she had me do was to take a long soak in the bath. I fell asleep while she was shampooing my hair. I must have got out of the bath, or at least been helped from the bath because when I finally came to I was sitting on the sofa in the lounge. I was wrapped in a huge white fluffy towelling robe that was so incredibly soft against my skin that I could almost have purred. "Back in the land of the living Kathleen?" Grace smiled over at me from the armchair to my left. I smiled back feeling hugely refreshed and much more myself. "Come and sit here with your back to me." I stood up and crossed the room, perched on the footstool she pointed to. "Hold very still darling." I felt her fingers moving gently up my neck, massaging gently until they reached my ears. A short sharp pain nipped at my right ear and then my left. I gasped in shock but was hushed and handed two wads of cotton wool that smelled of antiseptic. "Hold them to your ears for a little while Kathleen, now, turn round so I can see what I'm doing. It might hurt a little bit but I promise that it will be worthwhile." She produced a needlepoint electrolysis kit and went to work on my eyebrows. It did hurt a little bit but I soon got used to it and was rewarded with a satisfied smile from her when she'd finished. "Turn round again so I can brush your hair." This was so soothing that I almost forgot about her having pierced my ears and that my eyebrows were now softly shaped. It didn't dawn on me that I'd have to go into the office with the both arched brows and earrings. I didn't quite fall asleep again, more that her ministrations took me to a wonderfully peaceful place. I felt her slipping the robe from my shoulders and her soft hands stroking down over my shoulders to gently roll my hardening nipples between her fingers. The sensation was incredible, even more so when I felt her hands cupping and moulding at my breasts. It felt as though I could feel the heat in her hands even through the silicon forms, so natural and so perfect that my head lay back in her lap, I moaned and bit my bottom lip when fireworks went off in my tummy. Grace slid one hand further down and gently stroked my rapidly growing arousal. Rolled my twin spheres gently between thumb and forefinger, even they felt hard but seemed to have little weight to them. My entire body went rigid; I spread my legs wider to allow Grace easier access to me as she took me over the edge into absolute ecstasy. It may have been an hour later when I recovered; it may have been a minute. What I do know is that I felt fantastic. Grace led me up to the bedroom and stood me in front of the full- length mirrors of her wardrobe doors. She unbelted the robe from behind me and let it fall to the floor. My hair was much lighter, matching the honey blonde of the wig. Somehow the mirrors showed me the illusion that my hips were shapelier, curved and softly smooth. I had definitely lost weight as my waist looked slim and smooth. My manhood hung between my legs and looked rather odd to my eye in comparison to how feminine the bottom half of my body appeared. If the bottom half looked feminine my top half looked even more so. Gone were my normal silicon breast forms. Replaced by soft latex cups that looked very real and felt very realistic when I raised my fingertips to them. I gently squeezed them and felt them move and give under the pressure. Grace explained that they were filled with air and stuck to my chest with suction, as if they had formed a vacuum against my skin. Certainly they seemed to apply subtle pressure to my nipples and the flesh surrounding them. I moaned softly and only then saw the chain earrings hanging an inch and a half from my ears. They looked perfect to my eyes, as did the very feminine and thinly arched eyebrows. "Come to bed darling, you've a busy day ahead." Come the morning it took a little while for me to adjust to the seeming lack of weight on my chest. The latex cups held a perfectly natural shape, even inside my bra but the lack of weight took a little getting used to. I mentioned this to Grace who gave me a broad smile. "I wondered if you would notice, you miss having your boobs do you darling?" She asked, the smile turning into a grin. "Well, yes, I suppose I do, I've sort of got used to having them recently!" I replied with a giggle. "In that case prepare to see some magic!" She moved over to me and gently squeezed the latex cups. I felt them sort of suck at my skin in shivered. Again and again she squeezed and I realised that the latex cups were working like vacuum pumps. When she stopped squeezing she took my hands and told me to feel them. Through the thin latex I could feel my own flesh. Though the cups were far from filled I could definitely feel resistance when I poked the cups with my fingers, searching further I found my rounded nipples jutting out at least three inches into the cups. I judged that they were about half way to the moulded nipples on the cups themselves. A thrilled smile formed on my lips and Grace's immediately covered them as she gathered me in her arms. I felt her tongue dart into my mouth and I yielded to its exploration my head tilting back slightly to accept her loving kiss. After breaking the kiss Grace gave me a beaming smile and turned to get breakfast. She wouldn't let me lift a finger to help her and as it was I only had a drink of the vitamin supplement. It suddenly dawned on me that I didn't have a headache. "Grace! I don't have a headache!" Again he gave me a smile, "Good, you must have conquered whatever it was that was causing you to worry. Have you got your tablets with you?" I nodded and went to get them; handing them to her she looked carefully at the two jars and handed one of them back to me. The other she put in one of the kitchen drawers. "Keep on taking those ones, the ones that steady your nerves. It looks like you don't need the pain killers any more." Again she gave me a smile and told me to go through to the lounge and rest. "I'll give you a call when it's time to get ready." I did as she suggested and after I'd phoned the office and reported in as "Keith" being off sick, I sat for a while and ran through ideas for the interview. Should I focus on one of the interviewing panel or spread my attention between the three of them? I decided that I would be best served by sitting back and allowing their questions to form my answers and most of all I had to make sure that I wasn't too aggressive with my answers. I would play it cool and calm, not allow myself to become rattled and at the same time show that not only was I enthusiastic about the job but show that I was very capable of doing it. Grace came in and woke me a while later, telling me it was time to get ready. I followed her up to the bedroom and sat in front of the dressing table and began to do my make up. I began with a light foundation, very carefully applied and thoroughly enjoyed emphasising my newly shaped eyebrows with a soft light brown pencil. I swapped pencils and used a kohl one to line and emphasise the shape of my eyes before allowing myself a single coat of curling mascara. After dusting my eyelids with a blend of dusky pink and a touch of silver grey I turned my attention to my lips. With a soft pink lipstick with a hint of gloss I finished off with a touch of blusher and then finishing powder to take the shine off. Grace handed me a pair of white satin, high leg panties after I'd slipped into a matching bra. Tan stockings with a slight shine to them clipped taut to my suspender belt. Stepping into a pair of black suede court shoes that Grace had found in the shop really stretched my legs. I loved the way that the high heels made my legs look longer and shapelier. Grace held the fawn dress for me to step into and waited for me to settle it onto my shoulders before drawing the long rear zip up from the small of my back to the rounded collar. I'd decided on a four-strand fake pearl choker but Grace changed my mind for me when she produced a soft chiffon scarf that looked fabulous once she'd wound it round my throat. With a selection of thin silver bangles on my left wrist and a shop supplied ladies watch on my right I was all but ready bar the jacket. I didn't put it on until I was ready to leave. With Grace having to go to the shop in the afternoon I was left to catch a taxi though I had enough time spare to check through my briefcase. I made sure I had all the paperwork that I might be asked for. The fact that I had created it all myself on the office computer didn't worry me at all, I'd ensured that I had left no trace of what I had been up to. When the taxi arrived Grace kissed me on both cheeks and told me to knock them dead. I slipped into the tailored jacket and left the house. I half expected to feel the nerves kick in as soon as the taxi pulled away. I waved to Grace and then sat waiting for the butterflies to begin fluttering in my stomach. By the time we'd reached the office block I was, if anything, feeling more confident than ever. I knew I looked good, I knew I moved well, if not perfectly, only my voice worried me. So when it came out in a soft tone when I reported at the reception desk not only was a relieved but also inwardly thrilled. I was told to take a seat in the reception area and that someone would come down to collect me shortly. Having sat down I watched people coming and going, people I'd worked with for so long and yet not one of them gave me anything more than a quick glance when they went by. Well, not all, Nick Collins gave me a broad smile and a wink! It was Miss Bowen herself who came down to collect me. She was wearing a beautiful cream blouse and a shorter skirt than I was used to seeing her in. Her heels were higher too and when I stood up to take her hand she was as least as tall as I was and I was in three-inch heels. "Kathleen, good to see you." She greeted me warmly. One emotion that I had never considered her having was warmth toward someone else, let alone the obvious pleasure of seeing me that smiled on her face. "Now, there's no need to be nervous." She told me as we went up the stairs towards the floor where her, our, offices were. "We'll be joined by Kevin Fletcher our Director of Personnel. You met him on Friday night, he was Robin Hood, apparently." Here she gave me a dazzling smile and then giggled, "Though his wife doesn't make much of a Maid Marion!" I found myself laughing with her and found, much to my surprise that though Miss Bowen may have been trying to put me at ease I was as relaxed as I could remember being for ever such a long time. "Kevin is as sharp as a tack so don't try winning him round to your point of view. Play it straight with him but with Alyson Middleton, the Senior Administration Officer you have a bit more room for manoeuvre. Of course, you just have to make me look impressed." Miss Bowen was handing me the interview on a plate! She led me into her office and gestured to a chair facing the desk. Kevin Fletcher gave me a brief smile and shuffled some papers; Alyson Middleton gave me a warmer smile and then turned to Miss Bowen when she opened proceedings. "So, Kathleen, you don't mind me using Kathleen?" "Not at all Miss Bowen." I answered with a warm smile. "Well Kathleen, you've been working for Mr Woods in the Technical Support office as a temp for two weeks. Now you are applying for a Department Managers job that he himself has applied for. If you are successful do you think you will find it easy to be his Manager?" Nothing like starting with the easy questions I thought, framing my reply. "I don't see why not Miss Bowen, I have similar qualifications to Mr Wood, and I've held management positions over staff in the past who I've worked alongside." She gave a small smile; I had embellished the answer more than little but had felt I had it covered. "Are you certain that you are ready for the step up to Senior Management Miss Forest? The responsibility far outweighs anything you have experienced before?" Kevin Fletcher held my eyes with his when I replied. "If I didn't feel I was ready Mister Fletcher I wouldn't have applied. I'm ready for a challenge in my career and I'm more than willing and capable of doing so." Tone that down a little bit Kathleen, I warned myself. "And where do you see yourself in say, five years time Kathleen?" Alyson Middleton asked. "Ideally I'd like to be right here, running an efficient department. Of course in that time I would hope to have obtained the necessary experience and qualifications to ready myself for the next step." I replied, and then added as if as an afterthought. "Unless of course I have won the lottery by then, in which case I'll be more than willing to keep you all on once I've bought the company." I thought I'd blown it, Kevin Fletcher's eyes went out on stalks, Miss Bowen looked alarmed and then Alyson Middleton burst out laughing. "Don't waste your money on this place Kathleen, blow it all on holidays and the high life!" After that moment of madness I managed to keep myself in check. The time flew passed and in the back of my head I new I'd gone way passed the short time of "Keith's" interview. The questions kept on coming, seeking my insight into what I'd seen in the office, had I noticed any glaring problems they might have missed and could I tell them how I could improve things. "I think one of the major problems that you have is in communication between departments. Many of the department's overlap in their responsibilities and this will be magnified in the new department. I believe it will be essential that the new department manager and Miss Bowen develop a very close working relationship in order to ensure the departments success." I hoped I hadn't over stepped the mark again and glanced from one to the other. Miss Bowen was trying not to smile to openly, Alyson Middleton was making notes and Kevin Fletcher was nodding to himself. Another half-hour went by before the interview ended. All three thanked me for coming and then Miss Bowen called down to reception for someone to come and collect me. While we were waiting there was a tense moment until Kevin Fletcher asked me how I had enjoyed the Summer Ball. "I thoroughly enjoyed myself Mister Fletcher, everyone had gone to such a lot of hard work with their costumes." I tried hard not to gush too much. "You do realise of course that having seen you in that gown my wife is nagging me to get one for her?" "I'm sorry Mister Fletcher, I got it from a dress hire shop, I dread to think how much it cost." "It's perhaps just as well Miss Bowen kept you circulating, Patricia might just have tried to get it off you!" He laughed heartily just as the door opened and one of the receptionists poked her head round the door. "Miss Forest?" I stood up and brushed myself down and picked up my briefcase. I thanked them for seeing me and then followed the girl out of the door, passed my empty desk and down the stairs to the reception area. Having thanked her I was heading to the door when another girl called me back and indicated there was a phone call for me. For the first time that day worry and nerves grew in my stomach. Where had I slipped up? What had I been caught out with? Were the Police on their way at that very moment? I took the phone and said hello. "Kathleen, it's Melinda, there's a pub across the road, the Queens Head. If you can meet me there for a drink? In about fifteen minutes?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to or not but the worry and fright lifted from my shoulders. I could always invent an excuse if I thought I had to escape. "Okay, I'll see you shortly." I heard myself saying. I hung up the phone, thanked the receptionists again and headed out into the street. I was surprised at the amount of traffic on the roads and took a glance at my watch. I was shocked to see that it was approaching five o'clock! I'd been in the interview for over three hours! I crossed the road and entered the pub, finding it full of people calling in for drinks on their way home from work. A group of men in sharp business suits made way for me