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Oops! I Did It. Again!
By Toria Larsen
Chapter 1 - Prelude to Disaster
Like most situations I have found myself since my
transformation into the gorgeous cocksucking blond
bubbleheaded nympho-whore that I am now, it all started out
in an extraordinarily hair-brained manner. Visualize Lucile
Ball meets Britney Spears meets RuPaul meets... and you'll
"cum" close, I think.
I was at work late and as my habit dictated I had used my
supper hour to completely transform myself into Chrissie De
Lafeliciola, my stunningly beautiful night recording
secretary. I had been a cross dresser since before I can
remember because I distinctly recall seeing a portrait of
myself on my mom's dressing table that had me in some form
of ruffled outfit and tights and "cute" little white Buster
Brown shoes. Anyhow, for the past while I was on top of the
world- getting my cake and eating some of it too, you could
say. I spent a good part of my day getting things ready for
the quick change and I had my routine down to less than an
hour- better than most GG's!
It was getting on towards nine o'clock in the evening and
as I hummed girlishly to myself I watched my beautiful one
and a half inch-long red lacquered falsies clatter away on
the keyboard. Occasionally, I absolutely had to pause to
tuck a stray strand of my luxuriously long auburn hair back
into its stylish coiffure I had created earlier in the day
on the wig dummy. Sometimes I just had to smooth out my
lovely buttery soft knee-length red patent leather hobble
skirt or coolly cross my lower legs that were encased in
exquisite seamed silk stockings that ended in calf-length 5
inch spike heeled red grannies (street walker boots more
precisely!) When the thought struck me (as it often did) I
would pull out my compact and lipstick and redo my
tastefully seductive makeup and glossy fire engine red lips
in the "Madonna sucks the chrome off a trailer ball" style
I had learned and perfected through hard practice. I had
started years back right from the time I shop lifted my
first lipstick from old man Danfurth's Drug Store back
home. "Candy Apple" and "Fire Engine" and "Sailors'
Delight" and all those other reds were my favorites right
up to today. With all my practice and research for the
perfect female facial form I could have easily been a
Hollywood make-up artist.
Every so often I had to get up to check this or that and,
of course catch a glimpse of Chrissie through my extra
long, extra thick fake eyelashes as I traipsed pass the
full length mirror I had strategically placed in the outer
office. What a looker! I squirmed breathlessly in my long
sleeved high neck choker collared red leather bustier-
tunic. Definitely passable! Hot looking slut on the prowl!
Only passable? Totally fuckable! You out-did yourself
tonight, Chrissie, I thought as I typed out Mr. Ryan's
"dictation" (letters that were in my head of course.)
Between the passages she was typing, Chrissie had started
to toy with the idea of a night out on the town. A quick
call to Mrs. Ryan. In his voice say- "Big client- needs
help! Outta town for a day or two. No- I just got off the
phone with him now- he's totally freaked! No- no time. I
need a new suit anyway. I'll get one in the City."
"Ohhh! Yes," Chrissie moaned for the third time that night.
Chrissie inwardly squealed in delight, "that sounds
soooo... good." She gave her remote control for "Juan"
another shot. Deep inside her the buzzing vibrator did its
thing as she bore down on it hard. "Tax - time - is - right
- around - the - corner, - hun... and - their - fiscal
2001-02 rear - end - is suuucch - a mess! They're - afraid
- that the - auditors - are - on the... wwaayyyy."
A girl needs to blow off steam every once in while or go
crazy, Chrissie thought. Yeah! "Yes! Yesss! Yesssss! Cake
and eat it... Maybe some other lovely creamy stuff too!
Ummmmm." Chrissie threw her head back and then off to one
side as she orgasmed violently for the fourth time that
night, her long hair spilling out of her carefully pinned
up hairdo and falling invitingly over her beautiful face.
Chapter 2 - Getting Down to Work
"Chrissie" was on my payroll as a temp from a shell company
I had created. I'm a CA and I cooked the books to provide
for the "Secretarial Executive Labor Utilization Teams and
Company" contract or "SELUTACOM" and Chrissie, of course,
and to fool everyone in the company. It was mostly legit
and, hey- the work got done. You see, Chrissie's job was to
take the recorded dictation I would do "during the day" and
produce correspondence for my review and signature the next
morning. She would e-mail the finished work to Donna
Corrinado, my corporate secretary and office manager, who
would correct and print out the routine stuff, sign for me
and forward the non-routine things to me for my review. It
was even kind of Donna's idea originally. We were growing
quickly and she just didn't have the time to review
everything, type all my letters, get me to review them,
etc- but being a CA I had grumped that we didn't want to
balloon our permanent staff costs so I had asked what she
thought of bringing in a temp or hiring a service for a
limited number of easily delegated tasks. Donna had groused
that she didn't trust those kinds of firms so I said I
would look into it and then we'd give it a try as an
interim measure.
My scheme hit me like a ton of bricks on the way home that
night and I rolled my plan into action after a flurry of
"Requests for Quotes" and "short list service proposals"
and negotiations- all by fax, as was the norm. Of course,
SELUTACOM won because their proposal looked great. Of
course it did- since I wrote it! Unfortunately, the person
"they were sending" over for final contracting wrap up and
service start-up could only get there on that Friday- the
Friday that I had known Donna was going to be away on the
start of a long weekend and two-week's holidays after. She
asked me to take the interview and as long as the twit from
SELUTACOM was to my liking we should go with them because
of "Miss" De Lafeliciola's qualifications, their service
commitments and track-record (all faked by me- even
Chrissie's personnel file complete with a "Chrissie"
portrait of me with my best face forward that I had
doctored beyond any possible recognition using PaintShop
Pro!)
Of course, the timing was perfect and the SELUTACOM
contract started immediately. I wrote a memo to staff to
that effect including that I had issued a main door key to
a Miss Chrissie De Lafeliciola, a contractor who would be
working for us for a while. Staff should ensure all
corporate records were secure before leaving, I wrote them-
a good corporate practice in any event. As the story went,
as I told it, Chrissie would drop by in the early evening
(well after even the most dedicated staffer went home) and
then my scheme had it that I would hand her the day's tapes
and I would provide her with last minute direction and she
would take off. By the time Donna was back I had worked out
all the kinks.
After more than a year of smooth sailing, I had grown more
and more adventurous with Chrissie. About three months into
the scheme Donna agreed that SELUTACOM and "Ms" De
Lafeliciola were doing an outstanding job. Shrewdly, we
locked "them" into a long-term best price deal via fax by
throwing them the promise of right of first refusal for any
other temp work and a signing bonus (which went into a
small bachelorette apartment nearby and new Semi-slutty
Secretary outfits, shoes and boots from Lady-B-Wear for
Chrissie.) It was beautiful. I was beautiful! Chrissie was
sooo happy!
Chapter 3 - What Little Girls Are Made Of
After about six months I wasn't even worried anymore about
someone discovering Chrissie at the office. I had it
figured that if anyone did happen to come in after hours,
Chrissie was there "just finishing off for Mr. Ryan." It
happened the first time soon after the trial period when we
locked SELUTACOM in for the long-term contract period. Joe,
our old grizzled landlord and relief janitor, had to work
after normal working hours if the regular guy was off. The
first time he caught me I was wearing a virginal white
d?collet? leather bustier/corset combination that popped my
pecks up like 40D's and squeezed me down to about a 26-inch
wasp waist. I had on my favorite white leather super mini
that hardly covered my ass and garters. In fact, I had been
bending over in a deliciously wantonned manner from the
waist in my white "fuck me" five inch platform sandals and
sneaking a peak in the mirror at Chrissie's fake latex
blond pussy when I heard a strangled cough that turned out
to be Joe looking apoplectic at the open door.
Quick thinking and my girlish whisper about getting ready
for a date with my boyfriend after working late saved me
that night and after the second time Joe surprised me I had
even loosened up enough to start flirting with him. That
time I minced over to him in my six inch platform crotch-
skimmer shinny black PVC lace up boots, long faux-fox fur
and extremely tight PVC one piece mini and cooed a "Hi'ya
Joe!" while giving him a peck on the cheek on the way out
the door. Both times I had protected myself by saying my
boyfriend was waiting down in the parkade to take me to the
club for dancing as I rushed off.
Fortunately I had spent a little extra time getting ready
both times and my make-up, hair and nails were perfect! I
had also spent a lot of time on the "Develop a Female Voice
using your PC built in sound capability" site. Other times,
anyone else who did have an after hours key usually came
over to the "relief desk" and introduced themselves and
chatted for a short time - knowing that Chrissie was "on
the clock." They commented to Mr. Ryan the next day about
how charming and beautiful my "relief" secretary was and
how great it was I was giving a young woman so much
responsibility. Luckily I had been dressed and made up a
little more conservatively those nights! I had to laugh! So
I had even managed to become an employer hero to the female
staff all the while verifying that I was more than passing!
I was blown away!
Joe started to make a habit of dropping by the office on
his night relief cleaning rounds at least once a month when
Chrissie was there. I was usually at my Chrissie desk and I
think he was falling for me. Other times that he didn't
drop around I began to daydream that it might be fun to go
out on the town with the old fella. Old guys are harmless
aren't they? At least I'd be safer if I was out with
someone harmless, maybe, Chrissie thought. I wonder if he's
loaded, 'cause he owns this building?
I started to make sure I knew when the regular janitor was
not able to do his rounds in the building and timed slutty
little girl Chrissie to be there for my Joey. We started to
have fun chats mostly about what we young girls enjoyed.
I'd go on about clubbing and partying and shopping and girl
friends with just enough about boys thrown in to be on safe
side. That was tougher though. Better to stick to the stuff
I knew something about. So I'd ask Joe for his opinion on
different outfits from Vogue, Cosmo and Elle. I even
started dressing up for him along the lines of his
favorites. He expressed a deep appreciation for soft
colored leathers- "just like the girls in Italy, Chrissie!"
It'll make an old man happy, he said. Not just an old man,
old man. This girl likes it too!
Joe would sometimes ask me to describe my dream guy and I'd
giggle and say my dream boy was just like Juan my
boyfriend. He started to bring me a soda from the McDonalds
across the street and even brought me flowers a couple of
times and hinted at dates. I brushed him off nicely saying
my boyfriend wouldn't approve. He'd say "lucky guy!" and
offer to walk me to my car. I kiss him on the cheek and
say, "See ya Joe." It was truly harmless fun for both of
us. After about a year we had agreed to have sodas together
once a week or so during "Chrissie's evening break" at the
office. During these chats I slowly sketched out a solid
picture of Juan to Joe as a very good-looking Latino kind
of hunk like Antonio Bandaras only fairer skinned, taller
and better built. "Like a Latino Claude Van Dam!" I
giggled.
Through all this my wife was happy because I had the time
to run around after the kids during the day and drop them
off at school, pick them up, take them to sports and after
school activities. That made the kids happy, too. Their
mother then had all sorts of time to hob knob with her
society friends, gossip, do lunch and drink wine. My
practice was booming because I had a good mind and did my
research- at night at the office according to my wife, when
all was quiet at work! Her little bit of snooping about my
late nights had revealed that when Mr. Ryan was at the
office late all the staff was off. That they didn't say
anything about Chrissie I caulked up to them honestly not
thinking about her or if they did, not wanting to spill any
beans that may or may not be there that would screw up
things for the boss and his wife. In any event, I was home
by ten o'clock most nights- too tired to do anything but
watch the news and crash into the sack with her. The money
was pouring into the practice and in general I was a pretty
good dad and husband.
So here I was as I could be found two to three nights a
week. In heaven! Everything had been going great for so
long that I obviously had become careless. It wasn't
"Joey's night" so I was actually trying to get some work
caught up. I had found over the past two months or so that
I couldn't concentrate quite as well as I had in the past-
particularly early in the week after my long Chrissie break
over the weekend. I also found myself needing "Juan" more
and more often and had taken to having him plugged in even
when I was en-drab during the day. The occasional buzz
calmed me down and if I really needed to I could "ride Juan
hard" in my executive chair while at my day desk. I always
stopped at Chrissie's apartment before regular work and put
on a corset, garters and silk stockings. I had my suits
lined with silk and adopted silk dress shirts saying to my
wife a successful business man has to dress like he means
it when she commented on my improved look. Over the months,
I had my waist down to about 24 inches and the bootlegged
birth control pills had plumped my tush quite a bit and
spawned what amounted to B Cup breasts. With a little
padding I was one hot 40D-24-40. At 5 feet 9 and launched
on my standard 5 inch heels, I was a tall mama but not so
tall to call it odd. With my auburn long wig, my ice green
contacts for my eyes, my beautiful war paint and fully
decked out I was, quite simply, a stunner.
Chapter 4 - Surprise Date
I sighed as my latest orgasmic cascade washed over me
leaving that breathless post endorphin tingle. I have found
my bliss, I cooed sleepily to myself! All in all, with all
the hormones and continuous dressing excitement, I dreamily
figured all this was why I had started thinking it was time
to have a couple of "girls nights out" to look for the real
thing and to be treated like a real lady. I had even dress
in my Red Italian sports car outfit that Joey loved.
Time passed in a lazy dream state. That was right up to the
time I heard the lock to the outer office door rattle and
the door chime of the anti-intrusion alarm go off as the
door swung away from its magnetic sensor in the doorframe!
I was still all tangled up in my red leather granny boots
and tight red leather hobble skirt after that wonderful
experience and I nearly fell off my steno chair as I tried
to jump to my feet.
It was Joe who came around the corner as I furiously tucked
the vibrator's control into the waistband of my red leather
hobble skirt and was trying to straighten my hair with the
other hand and then smooth my corset-tunic. His eyes popped
wide. I tried to think what to say and do. "Joe," I
squealed!
"Ah! The ever delicious Chrissie!" Joe exclaimed overly
loudly I thought. "Did I frighten you? No," he asked in his
vaguely Mediterranean manner.
"Hey, I brought you a great big ginger ale soda just like
you like, eh," extending the McDonalds plastic drink cup to
me.
I was waving my hands daintily at him and muttering as I
lowered my head and gazed at my boots.
"No. Oh, no. Joe you're too good to me. Thanks, but..." I
trailed off. What am I going to do?! The musky smell of my
cum must be noticeable.
"No I insist, Chrissie. Chrissie you know you're my little
evening star, hey? Are you okay? Yes, no, maybe?"
He walked forward, crouched down and peered at me from
below my long hair that was now cascading down from my
totally failed fashion styling efforts. Shit, I thought!
He's got to smell that by now! Perfume! My bag.
"Hey- my little star... Come on now... you're not crying
are you?" He brushed my locks away from my face and
caressed my cheek.
"No, not really, Joe." I nearly sobbed in my shock. "I'm
alright, I think," I whimpered as I finally took the drink
and took a hard pull on the straw. I edged over to my desk
and blindly rummaged for my Oscar.
Joe watched with a funny looked on his face.
"Do you smoke, Chrissie?"
"Listen- Joe. I'm okay... really, I am. You're a real
sweetheart and I've always thought so, but I've got to get
going, my..."
"Yes, I know Chrissie. Your big Latino hunk is waiting down
in the parkade. What's he drive, Chrissie? I didn't see any
strange cars down there." Did his voice have a bit of an
edge to it?
I looked down at my beautiful boots and took a nice cross-
legged stance to show him how much I was in control- just
like the pictures in Cosmo and Vogue. I started to look up
as I took a big drink of the soda and watched Joe coyly
through my beautiful lashes while I sprinsed my perfume on
the back of my knees.
"Yes, Joe. He's down there and he's probably pissed at me
for keeping him waiting!" I minced my way around him as I
drank mightily through the straw so that he could get a
good look at the tops of my big tits, my shinny red leather
bubble butt and 5 inch spike heals. I sprayed a little
Oscar on my neck and on the tops of my luscious breasts.
Fill your eyes up with this eye candy, you old fart, I
thought as I playfully rolled one of my tumbling tresses
around the perfectly manicured nail of the pinky finger of
my free hand and played with the straw with my just so
kissable lips and tongue. I sprinsed the back of my neck as
I held up my hair at the nap with the hand holding the
McDonalds cup. I rolled my neck back and chin way up-
savoring the icy coldness of the sweaty side of the cup.
"Ummm. Juan's waiting for me and I lost track of time,
Joey. You know me." I put the drink down on my desk and put
my beautifully feminine left hand on his shoulder and
leaned on it ever so daintily while I reached down with my
right hand to run it over my right boot. Joe watched my
every move, riveted.
Straightening up I withdrew my left hand from his shoulder
ever so slowly while scratching his chin with my beautiful
red nails.
"I'm a bit of a ditz and I better scoot or he'll spank me,
Joey! Mr. Ryan had a lot of work piled up for me and... any
how," I ran one breathlessly.
I forcibly stamped my right foot and put my clenched right
fist on my hip that I had thrust out to the side
provocatively- just like on the movies when the heroine is
determined and looked him right in the eyes. I smiled my
big movie star photo shoot smile I had practiced for years.
He stood perfectly still- was he hyperventilating?
"It's late, I'm really tired so I best be going," I said
this as domineeringly as I could in Chrissie's little girl
voice I had perfected.
I brushed by him seductively as I grabbed my ankle-length
red calf leather trench coat and passed it to Joe. As was
our custom, he put it on my shoulders ever so gently and
gave them a gentle squeeze while I gathered up my things
off the desk.
I teasingly pulled my long hair up and over my trenchcoat's
turned up collar and slipped my elbow length red leather
gloves on as I spun girlishly on one toe of my beautiful
red shinny boots to face him. As I stooped to pick up my
drink in a movie star manner I started to say, "don't
forget to set the alarm" like I always did.
It was just then that I realized that Joe wasn't dressed in
his usual "uniform" of khakis utility pants, "IbuildCo"
workman's shirt and clunky work boots. He didn't even look
as old as he normally did. His normal whisker stubble was
gone, his dark gray hair was styled back and he was dressed
nicely in a pair of tan Dockers and a navy dress shirt
unbuttoned just enough to show some of his gold chains and
chest hair. His outfit was finished off by a nice pair of
Sperry Topsiders just like the nice rich old guys with the
bimbo trophy wives at the yacht clubs wore... I literally
gulped- just like in the cartoons. He looked like an older
playboy. Kind of like Lee Travino. Older- but debonair. Oh,
shit!
Joe's eye gleamed as he smiled a knowing smile as Chrissie
took another big gulp of soda and tilted her head down and
to the side batting her long lashes seductively to hide her
surprise. The sound of one person slowly clapping came from
the outer office.
"So Daddy, come on. Freddy and the others are waiting for
us at the Trotaria. So...who's your girlfriend?" The "girl"
in girlfriend had a wicked edge to it.
"Oh. Donna," said Joe as turned back to me. "I forgot you
were out there, waiting," he said with a hint of confusion
as looked back and forth between me and Donna as she
entered the back office. Donna fixed me with her laser
beam-like eyes I had seen her use so often when she was
dealing with low-life deadbeat accounts for our
"Receivership" work. She had a nasty streak.
"Don't you know Chrissie, Donna?" Joe spoke with a hint of
pride mixed with his obvious confusion. "Chrissie works
nights here, for Mr. Ryan."
"Indeed," was all I heard as Donna spun on her high heels
and headed for the door. "Bring her as your date if you
want, Dad." She spun back around and fixed those eyes at me
again. I could feel the blood draining from my face.
"All your old fart friends have a bimbo girlfriend don't
they? Mamma's been dead for ten years now, Poppa, so why
shouldn't you?"
"Miss 'De Lafeliciola'," she said with special emphasis. "I
wouldn't pass up my fathers invitation. In fact, I suggest
you make arrangements to book off for the rest of the week
and the weekend too. I'll clear it with Mr. Ryan. You clear
it with your company. We'll make you feel like one of the
girls. It'll be fun." This last bit she said with
absolutely no hint of warmth.
She brightened up as she turned to her father. "Would you
like that, Daddy? Good. It's settled then." Joe looked a
little like a boy with a new puppy. It looked like his grin
was going to split his face in half.
"We'll send one of the boys to pick up some of your stuff
for you from your place later," said Donna more softly-
scaring me even more. "Come on, Dad. Let her make her
calls. Be down at the front entrance in no more than 10
minutes, 'missy'. Is that understood?" I could only nod my
head meekly.
"She's a good girl, Chrissie," said Joe giving me a kiss on
the side of my neck from behind. He pinched my bum as he
started for the door. "You'll see. I think she still
grieves for her mother- God rest her soul." He winked and
left.
My only thought was- "Oh - my - God!!! Now what!"
To Be Continued.
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