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Executive Stress
by
B. Pink
The poison dwarf, that was what some of my colleagues called me.
Not to my face, they were to scared to do that. My real name was
Colin Demsey. I was 5"2?, slim, pretty boy good looks and I suppose
somewhat effeminate looking. My fair hair was long and held in a pony
tail. At 24, I was the youngest Vice President in the companies history.
When people met me they were suprised. I still looked like a teenager,
but I soon put them in their place.
From the date that I started with the company at age 17, I had used my
tenacious enquiring ways to progress. No one was going to stand in my
way. I asked questions that there were no answers to causing
embaressment to senior people in the company. I went out of my way to
make sure that the President knew that I was better at my job than anyone
else.
Progressing fast, I had my Managers job within a year, outing him in clinical
style. Reaching Board level was easy. The Vice President of Marketing,
Mark Spencer was dispatched to the ranks of the unemployed when my
dossier on his department was read by the President. He could not dispute
the failings that he had to take responsibility for. I replaced him. At company
meetings I was too hot to handle and my research always outplayed and
humiliated my colleagues. My critisism of their departments, based on any
loose fact that I could find was exploited to the full. My quick thinking mind
far exceeded any opposition that might try and band together and beat me.
I would always leave the Board meetings laughing, others left with their
careers in ruins.
My achilles heel was my feminine side. This had began to show itself more
and more. The stress of keeping on top needed a release, and I had found
the perfect outlet. Marie was her name. We met in a bar, and for once I
had drank to much and my guard was lowered. She had approached me
and it was as if she knew that I was troubled. She was about mid twenties,
5"6? tall, long blond hair with a wonderful figure that was enhanced by the
slinky dress that she wore.
The things that I told her made me quiver when I thought about it the
following morning. She had heard how I wanted to be female, wanted to
use the time to escape from being the nasty male, to be a girl without the
responsibilities that my true gender had cast for me. I wanted to be a
soft feminine girl I had told her, wanting to worry about my makeup and
clothing not the balance sheet. She was sympathetic to my desires. We
sat in a booth and she pulled the band from my pony tail letting my hair
lay on my shoulders. She stroked my face saying that she wished that
she had such soft features. Marie gave me her address and phone number
and said that if I wanted to persue this further I should go and see her.
We got a taxi together and it dropped her off first. As she left the cab she
kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "Goodbye Cindy I hope I see
you soon".
I had sat stunned for the rest of the journey home. She had called me
Cindy. I got home and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and as
I stared in the mirror I squinted my eyes. With my long fair hair still
hanging on my shoulders it was easy to imagine that it was Cindy and
not me standing there.
Sleep didn"t come easy. Thoughts wandered through my mind of Marie
and Cindy together.
I eventually went to sleep only waking as the alarm sounded. I got up
feeling groggy with effects of the alcohol from the previous night. The memory
of Marie lept into my head. I closed my eyes and swore. She could for all I
know have been a setup by one of my enemies, I had plenty of those. My
secret revealed would ruin my career and leave me revealed as some kind
of faggot.
After showering I had some toast to calm my stomach. As I ate I looked at
the piece of paper with her address and phone number on it. I needed to
call her even if it was just to see if she was genuine. It was just before eight,
a little early to call so I decided to leave it until lunch time.
At work I struggled to concentrate, and was glad that there was nothing really
pressing today.
Midday arrived and I left the building and walked into the little park a couple
of blocks down. I tapped in her number on my mobile and listened as the phone
rang at the other end. No answer but her answerphone broke in....Hi this Marie,
I'm not home at the moment, but leave a number and I'll phone you back. I hesitated
and then cut off the call. I would try her later. To be honest I was a little relieved
that she wasn"t in, I wasn"t sure what I was going to say.
The afternoon went by slowly and my temper was not good. The slightest thing
set me screaming at people. At 5.00pm I was glad to go home. I drove out of
the car park and even though Marie's apartment was out of my way I went by
just to see. I parked and looked up, wondering which of the balconied
apartments was hers.
I looked down just in time to see her enter the front doors. I nearly called out
but decided to wait until she got upstairs, then I would phone her. It was thirty
minutes later that I have summoned up the courage to call her.
She picked up the phone, her soft voice just said "Hello".
"Oh er, Hi, this is Colin, we met last night."
There was silence for a few seconds, I thought that she had forgotten me and
then, "Oh Hi Cindy, I hoped you would call, I have present for you". My thoughts
were confused and for a moment I did not reply.
"Marie, can I see you" was all that I could say and even that was garbled as if
I were a schoolboy nervous about his first date.
"Come right over" she said. I didn't like to admit that I was outside her building
and siaid that I would be over in an hour. I parked the car and went into a bar
and had a large drink to calm my nerves. I wondered what the gift she had for
me was.
At 6.30pm I was standing on her doorstep. I had rang the bell and I waited for
the door to open. It opened and there stood Marie, her smiling face so comforting.
She invited me in and showed me through to the sitting room. I sat on the couch
and she sat beside me. Her arm went around me, not to cuddle or caress but to
remove the band that held my hair.
"Would you like a drink" she said in soft tones. I nodded and she went to the
kitchen and returned with two glasses filled with Malt and ice. "This is all I"ve got
I'm afraid" Marie said as she handed me the glass. I took it and sipped from the
glass. The liquid burnt my throat as it went down, but it tasted good and I was
starting to feel relaxed. She sat with me her hands touching my hair and then my face.
"You are far to pretty to be a man, and your hair, well, there are woman that
\would kill to have beautiful hair like yours".
I should have been embarrassed at her comments but she had a way of making me
feel so at ease. She looked down at my business suit, "You will feel much beeter
out of that thing Cindy". She stood me up and removed my jacket, shoes, socks,
pants, my tie, shirt and finally my underpants. She looked around my body as I
stood naked. With my diminutive height and her in 3? heels I felt like a small child.
My body hair, what there was of it was very light. She stroked my chin feeling the
downy growth that only saw a razor twice a week. When I was a teenager I had
felt so envious of the guys that could grow long sideburns, now I was glad of my
soft skin and lack of facial and body hair.
She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. She stripped off her clothing and
then turnd on the shower, we both got in under the warm welcoming water. She
showed me a bottle of pink creamy liquid, Deffahair, removes unwanted hair
permanently, said the legend on the bottle. She worked the cream all over my
body and face standing me out of the flowing water to prevent it being washed
off.
I looked at her full female body. Her figure was beautiful and I felt stirrings in my
penis, it grew erect but even then only to the size of a normal male flaccid cock.
She looked at me smiling sweetly as the cream worked on my body, distroying
the hair follicles that produced the outward and most obvious difference between
male and female.
Her hand grasped my cock and started to work it. Her magic touch as she mastibated
me making me breath in short gasps until my semen flowed like never before. She
pulled me to her, I felt her warm breasts against me and with us both under the
shower spray the cream was washed from me along with my body and facial hair.
She washed me all over, soaping my now totally smooth skin. Her touch was so
sensual that I could have stayed there forever.
She led me from the shower and dried me, gently towelling me all over. Even in bare
feet she stood a good 4? taller than me but I did not care.
"Now for your present" she said to me as she led me to the bedroom. "I think it will
be the right size". From the bed she picked the item up. It only measure about a foot
by six inches. I looked at it wondering what it was. It was made of flesh coloured
rubber or latex.
She held it up and explained the garment to me. "This is a body shaper, you get into it
through here," she said showing me what was obviously the neck, "and your legs and
arms come through these openings".
I held the shaper and looked closely at it. On the front were breasts with nipples.
Inside, down at the crotch, was a loop that was to hold the penis and testicles of
the wearer. This would hold the penis and testicles underneath and reduce any
bulge. She explained that it was specially made material stressed in the right places
to hold in and give shape in others. "It will cling like a second skin, give you realistic
looking breasts, slim waist, enhance your hips and bottom, it has holes for you to
pee and poo through, and clings so tight to your bottom that you even have a
proper crack there".
I could see no way of getting through the neck opening and into the tiny thing and
she laughed as I said so. "Cindy you are silly, I will have to hold it open for you".
She held the shaper open and then stretched the neck opening so far I thought it
would tear. I was shaking as I stood into it, first my right and then left leg. Before
she started to pull it up so that my arms could go through the side holes she told
me to prepare to push my penis and testicles into the loop. With them in she started
to pull it up.
I slid my arms into the openings and Marie finished pulling it up and let it go so that
it settled around the base of my neck. It felt cool and seemed as if it was part of me.
I looked down and could see the small breasts sticking out from my chest. I looked
at her, she was smiling. Marie took my hand and led me to the full length mirror. I
gasped, it was impossible to see that I was wearing anything. I looked like a female.
A naked female. Even with no makeup my face now totally hairless, and my long hair
hanging down over my shoulders, and the body of a woman I was stunned. I turned
and looked at the bottom that now protruded in a way that said Sexy Girl. Marie held
me close. Even though the breasts that adorned me were not part of me, they felt so
sensitive to the feel of Marie"s breasts pushing against them as she held me to her.
She kissed my lips and then said, " Cindy, You look like my little teen Princess". I
kissed her back feeling so happy, feeling like and looking like a girl.
I knew that was going to be the beginning of the end for Colin Demsey. Soon Cindy
was going to be the identity that lived this life. My life was going to be so happy
from now on.
Marie watched Cindy admiring and preening herself in front of the mirror. You
wanted your feminine side, now you have it she thought, but now I have you
Mr Vice President Demsey, I have you.
End of part one
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