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Don's New Secretary
By Kathi J
Don was awakened by his alarm on this hot July morning. He
had gotten to bed late last night and was a little groggy.
He hopped straight out of bed and started his daily
routine: shit, shower and shave. He gave himself the extra
time to soak in the hot shower before exiting and getting
ready for work. Once showered, he headed into the bedroom.
He donned his conservative gray business suit, tie, black
socks, black dress shoes and gathered his brief case. He
would get some breakfast while at work. Don was a marketing
consultant at a small advertising firm. He was the best in
his department. He always arrived 30 minutes early and left
30 minutes after closing time. He lived a short distance
from the office and walked to work everyday. It usually
took him about 10 minutes. It was a nice arrangement. The
phone by his bedside rang and he answered it.
"Ms. Johnson? This is Kelly LeGrange - I am subbing for
your secretary Karen for a few weeks while she is on
vacation. I thought I would introduce myself and tell you
that I will be a few minutes late this morning."
"No problem Kelly," he answered back noticing a bottle of
red nail polish on his bed stand. He picked it up and held
it in his hand; "I will look forward to meting you at the
office later this morning. Goodbye."
He hung up the phone. Had she called him Ms. Johnson? What
was this nail polish doing by his bed? He hadn't had a
woman over in more than a year. He placed the nail polish
back on the bed stand, grabbed his things, and headed for
the office.
He stopped by the newsstand and bought the morning paper as
usual, smiling at Candice, the one who worked behind the
stand. He and her had always made friendly conversation,
and this day was no different.
"Have a good day Candice." Don added as he began walking
away.
"You too." she sheepishly replied.
She was a mildly attractive woman. Don wished he could
spend time with her when she wasn't working, but was always
too shy to ask her out. She was about his age, 28. Perhaps
one day, when he got up the nerve.
With that, he headed to work. Upon arriving at his office,
there was a note on his desk that his secretary, Karen, was
starting her vacation. The temp they got was named Kelly
LaGrange, obviously the same Kelly that called him at home.
His workload was light this week, so he sat down on the
couch in his office to read the paper. He was startled by
the knock at his door.
"Come in," he replied.
The door opened to reveal his temporary secretary. She was
maybe 18 or 19 years old, with long blonde hair, blue eyes
and dressed in a navy pair of slacks and a white blouse.
"Mr. Johnson? I'm Kelly. I'm with ACME Temporary services.
I spoke to you on the phone earlier." She glanced around
his office before staring him in the eyes. "I'm ready to
start working. What do you have for me?"
He was enchanted. He put down his newspaper and rose from
the couch.
"Hello Kelly. I am Don Johnson." He reached out and shook
her hand. "I will have to find something for you to do
today. Business is a little slow this time of year. For me
anyway. I'd rather be out at the beach or enjoying the
summer heat you know?"
"I know exactly what you mean Mr. Johnson. My mother made
me get a job. I just graduated from high school and need
the money. I am taking a year off before I go to college."
"Please call me Don. And you can gain experience here. If
you would like, I could show you the ropes... for however
long you are here anyway." Don said as he heard something
hit the ground. His vision became blurry for a second.
"You dropped your nail polish." Kelly said as she bent over
to pick up a bottle of red nail polish.
Didn't he leave that at home? His vision blurred again and
he lost his balance, but regained it quickly.
"It's hard getting used to walking in heels," Kelly said as
she pointed to his feet.
He looked down to see that his black business shoes and
socks were gone. He was now wearing a pair of black, suede,
open-toed sandals with at least 4-inch heels. He was
obviously wearing nude colored stockings and his toenails
were painted a bright red. There was a shiny gold ankle
chain on his right ankle.
"Summer pedicure eh? Did you do it this morning before
work?" she asked as she handed him the bottle of nail
polish.
Don was shocked. How did this happen?
"Uh. No. Not this morning. I do not know what to say. I
mean, I shouldn't be wearing these shoes..." He trailed off
and sat down on the couch to remove the shoes. "Could you
please close the door Kelly? I wouldn't want any of my co-
workers seeing me," he asked as she closed the door to his
office.
She stared at him oddly. Once the shoes were off, he began
walking around his office in stockinged feet, looking for
his dress shoes. "I'm really embarrassed. I don't know-"
"Don't be. I know a lot of guys who like to dress-up like
women. Cute ankle chain."
"I'm not a crossdresser. I literally have no idea how this
happened." He replied as he plopped down on the couch, his
skirt fluttering as he did.
"How un-lady like. You're supposed to smooth your skirt and
then gingerly sit down, crossing your legs daintily." Kelly
explained.
Don was now wearing a knee length-black skirt. His legs
were silky smooth and encased in the sheer nude-colored
nylons as before. The infamous high-heeled sandals were
back on his feet, the gold ankle chain catching the office
light brilliantly. He looked quite the site with his the
top of his body still in his manly business suit. He
quickly got back up and wobbled because of the height of
his heels.
Don was speechless, "I-I don't know what's going on."
"I am going to go get us both a cup of coffee in the break
room. Do you need anything else?" Kelly asked as she headed
for the door.
"Maybe a new set of clothes," he laughed, "I have a gym bag
in my locker downstairs. My workout clothes are in there.
Do you think you can get them for me? There is a key in my
briefcase. Locker number 43." He pointed to his briefcase
lying by his desk, only now it was a black purse.
"You mean in your purse? No problem. I will stop by the
locker room on my way back up."
She grabbed the key from his purse and headed out the door.
Don was a nervous wreck. He managed to walk over to his
desk and sat behind it, the click of his heels on the
chair/carpet guard causing him more distress. He looked
down and his feminized lower half. His smoothly shaven and
supple legs, that skirt, the ankle bracelet and those
sandals perplexed him. Not to mention his fire engine red
toenails. It would look fine on any young woman, but not
him. He was a man!
The door to his office opened. It was Clara, his boss's
secretary. "Mr. Johnson, I have those demographic reports
you wanted."
"You can put them on Karen's desk. I will get to them later
today." He pointed to Karen's desk. Clara looked shocked
and then he looked at his hands to find them more slender
and with his fingernails painted the same color red as his
toenails. They came out a half-inch from his fingertips.
"Summer manicure?" chuckled Clara. "Red is definitely your
color Don. I never thought you as a 'fire engine red gal'.
" Clara then noticed the feminine looking feet at the
peeking out from behind his desk. "Are you wearing sandals
as well?" she said with a laugh.
"Uh," He put his hands by his side and tried to pull back
his legs so she could not see his lower body. "I..."
Clara quickly moved over to his side of the desk, "My God.
You're wearing a skirt, heels and pantyhose! An anklet as
well? And you've even painted your toenails to match your
lovely manicure. Very kinky Don. Very kinky. Red is
definitely your color. You've got nice legs. Sexy." she
said with a wink. "I'll leave you alone. I hope you don't
scare the temp, she seems like a lovely girl."
Clara left his office and was immediately followed by
Kelly, carrying Don's gym bag. "Here is your gym bag," she
placed the bag on his desk, "Careful not to break a nail.
Broken nails are the worst!" she said as he opened his gym
bag.
Inside were not his clothes. There was a pair of women's
sneakers, a leotard, a few extra pairs of pantyhose, some
cosmetics, an athletic bra and a pair of hot pink workout
shorts.
"What is going on?" he said aloud.
He stood up from his desk and was now dressed fully as a
woman in proper business attire. A white blouse, black
jacket, the same black skirt, ankle bracelet, nude sandal
foot pantyhose and those sandals. He also noticed that he
was wearing a bra, camisole and had an ample bosom. He
could feel that his hair was longer. He sashayed over to
the mirror and gazed at his reflection in horror. Staring
back at him was a beautiful woman with shoulder length
brown hair and jade green eyes. It still looked slightly
like him, but with softer features. His eyebrows were
arched, his make-up was subtlety done and he was wearing a
set of pearl dangly earrings and a pretty necklace. He
turned away and headed back to the couch, elegantly
sweeping his skirt and crossing his right leg over left
knee. You could see his half-slip peek out from underneath
his skirt when he sat. Kelly smiled.
"I've got a list of your appointments for today. Better get
going, you won't want to be late." Kelly said as she handed
him a sheet of paper.
Don looked over the sheet in a daze. He found himself
getting together his purse and heading out the door.
Everyone in the office looked at him normally. An office
buddy, Larry, touched him on his shoulder, "Donna - don't
forget the lunch meeting tomorrow. It's really important
and we need to pitch it well. Could you stop my desk for a
minute? I want to show you some ideas."
"I won't forget Larry. In fact I'm off to do some shopping.
I have several appointments this morning. I won't be too
long," replied Don.
He could not help himself. What was he doing? Who was this
Donna? He followed Larry to his desk and flirtatiously sat
in his chair, looking at what Larry had to show him.
After the brief meeting, Don walked home. He received many
admiring glances from passerbies as he walked. Once he got
home, he noticed that his apartment was pretty much the
same except for some minor differences. He rushed into the
bedroom and almost tripped over the vanity. It was fully
stocked with a hefty quantity of cosmetics. The woman's
image still stared back at him in the mirror.
His cell phone rang and he answered it, "This is Donna."
"Hello Ms. Johnson. This is Sherri from Beauty Treatment
Salon. I am calling to confirm your appointment in 30
minutes."
"I'll be there hon. See ya soon."
Don replied and hung up the phone. What was going on!? He
went over his closet and it was filled with women's
clothes. Skirts, blouses, dresses and shoes... almost too
many to count!
"Shit! I don't want to be late for my appointment."
He rushed to his car and headed for the salon. Once at
Beauty Treatment Salon, he walked in and was greeted by
Sherri. "Donna! Here for the works? Let's get started."
His time at the beauty salon really began to put Don in the
fast lane towards femininity. It was all so new to him, but
he had done it hundreds of times before. His hair was dyed
auburn, his eyebrows thinned out a little bit more and
delicately arched, all manner of conditioning and
moisturizing creams were absorbed into his facial skin and
he was expertly made-up with gray and brown shadows, brown
mascara, pink lipstick and powder compress on top of a
light beige foundation.
She sculpted and shaped his fingernails into longish,
elegant ovals. Then came the polish, a color that he had
brought with him to the salon, fire engine red. Sherri put
three coats on.
He blushed several shades when he had to remove his
pantyhose so she could attend to his dainty feet. Putting 8
cotton balls between his toes, she gave him a complete
pedicure and finished by re painting each of his toenails
the same vibrant red. She brushed a coat of polish on each
nail, and Don was entranced at how beautiful his toenails
became... just like before. Finally, pendant earrings were
hooked into his lobes.
All finished, he changed into a knee-length, red, jersey
wool dress that he had brought with him, whose neckline was
low enough to exhibit his beautiful breasts, he again
donned his black suede, strappy four-inch heeled sandals
that showed off his newly re painted toenails, he really
had no choice than to feel totally and utterly feminine. He
tossed the hose, for they had a run in them. He paid Sherri
and headed to the mall to buy a new outfit for the
presentation.
***
The next morning was strange. Don got an uneasy feeling of
femininity sitting to draw the black pantyhose up his
smooth legs as he began dressing for the day and to see his
own painted toe nails showing through the dark material of
the hose. This was not right. It was not something that a
young man should be seeing or doing upon getting up in the
morning. He was a man, but all aspects of his life now
showed him being female. He could not help himself. Don
immediately became aware of the soft material molding
itself sensuously over his hairless legs and marveled as
his skin tone changed to a darker, more even coloring.
He hated to admit it, but he was enjoying the sensation of
the nylon on his legs, so soft and feminine. Eventually, he
had worked the pantyhose all the way up, molding his legs
in sheer nylon and positioning the panty part comfortably
over his backside.
He then put on a lacy full slip, adjusting the thin
spaghetti straps. Next came a knee-length, black dress. It
flowed over his body and required a few adjustments so the
slip would now show. A black belt, a few bracelets, an
attractive necklace and a dash of sexy perfume nearly
completed the outfit. Finally Don slipped his stockinged
feet into his black suede, strappy four-inch heeled
sandals, the red lacquer on his toenails catching the
sunlight as he did. They not only made his feet look
delicate, but also they exposed his beautifully painted
toenails for all to see. He finished by putting an ankle
bracelet on his right ankle and grabbing a red clutch
purse. Time to go to work for his big presentation.
To be continued...
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