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Working Girl 2
By Susan Brown
'I'll have to ring them. Let them know about the mistake.'
'What job was you going after, hun?' said Sheila.
I went a bit red. 'Erm, secretary.' I hurriedly explained. 'The job
didn't say anything about being male or female and anyway they can't
discriminate any more. There are laws against it.'
Sheila looked at me with an amused expression on her face. 'Sure, Tony,
do you really believe what you are saying. There are a few male
secretaries, but that is normally at big companies who need to be
careful about discriminating. I'm betting that as you are going to be
interviewed by the director, it's a small company without a human
resources department.'
I knew in my heart that she was right. They would want a woman not a
man.
'Why did you go for a job like that anyway?'
'I can type.'
'When did you learn that?'
'Well, my dad was a software engineer; he got me interested in
computers. I learned how to use a computer keyboard when I was knee
high to a grasshopper. I got to be very good, before he died. I used to
help write up his notes.' I screwed up the letter and threw it in the
bin. Sheila was looking at me oddly.
'How much does the job pay?'
'16K a year with bonuses.'
'Wow, that's good money. You could afford to live on that, couldn't
you?'
'Sure, but its academic, I can't go to an interview. It's a waste of
time. I'll ring them tomorrow to cancel.'
Sheila gave me another strange look. 'Tony, have you got any other jobs
in the pipeline, say brain surgeon, pop singer, judge, anything at
all?'
'No, you know I haven't.'
'Stand up a minute.'
'What?'
'Just do as Auntie Sheila asks, please.'
I stood up.
'What is wrong with Sheila,' I thought, 'she needs to go to bed. This
night work is getting to her.'
'Turn around.'
'What!'
'I said turn around, silly, do a twirl, go on, just for little me.'
I shook my head, thinking that she had flipped or something but slowly
turned around until I was facing her again.
'You are a skinny little runt for a boy of 18 aren't you?'
'PARDON.'
'Oh sorry Tony I know you have a thing about your size and shape, but
don't you see, it could work.'
'WHAT COULD WORK!'
'Don't shout, you'll wake up the rats in the walls.'
I calmed down a bit. 'Sorry, but I get upset when people call me names
and don't explain themselves.'
'I apologise Tony; look I'll lay it on the line. One you have no money,
two you have no job, and three you are about to be thrown out on you're
ear. Am I right so far?'
I nodded, still not knowing where this was going.
'Okay point four, you are quite small, in fact you could be called
petite, am I right?'
'Yes, I can't help that though can I?'
'No but you can use it to your advantage. Now we are realistic enough
to know that you won't get that job, if you go to the interview as you
are.'
'Yes, but I can't go any other way, can I!'
'Yes you can.'
'No I can't, silly!'
'What if you went as a girl?'
'A GIRL.'
'Yup, I think it would work.'
I sat down heavily on my creaky bed. 'Sheila, are you nuts, how can I
go as a girl when it's obvious to anyone with eyes that I am a boy.'
'Not when I'm finished with you hun. Look I know you sort of look like
a boy now, but lets face it you are no hunk. You are thin, small, in
fact you are about an inch shorter that me. You have a nice face, do
you shave much?'
I felt my face go red. What with being blond and a little under
developed in the he-man department, I only needed to shave a couple of
times a week, if that. I somehow never did have my fair share of hairs.
'Sometimes,' I said in a small voice.
All this was embarrassing and more than a little bit personal. Remember
I was painfully shy and I was very immature where the opposite sex was
concerned. I didn't know how to deal with a feisty outgoing girl like
Sheila and now she was calmly suggesting that I turn myself into a
girl, get a job and live happily ever after!
Sheila grabbed my hand and said. 'Look Tony, as the song says I think
that you can do it, if you really try. I will help you. We have a few
days to get things right. Lets go to my apartment and try to see if I
can turn you into the ideal secretary.'
'What about your boyfriend Steve, won't he be there?'
'No he's on call at the hospital till tomorrow, come on, don't wimp out
on me now.'
In a daze, I let her lead me to her apartment and as I went in all I
could think of was what would my mum think of her little boy now. So
there I was sitting on Sheila's bed being shown all manner of girly
things. The floor looked as if a bomb had hit it. There were skirts,
blouses, panties, nylons, dresses and other things that I was not sure,
all over the place.
'Ooh look, this would be lovely.' Exclaimed Sheila holding up a black
blouse.
'Err, nice blouse.' Was all I could think of saying.
'Don't be silly, this is my LBD.'
'LB what?' I asked innocently.
'God, you haven't lived much have you, hun. It's my little black dress,
what do you think?'
I went as red as a beetroot and just sort of squeaked.
'Sorry Tony, I didn't get that.'
I cleared my strangely constricted throat and said, 'I can't wear that,
it's far too short. Do you want to get me into trouble or something!'
Sheila looked at the dress critically and sighed, 'Ah well, a girl has
to try. Okay what about this then?'
She pulled a longer dress out of the pile in front of her. It was a
cream colour and looked like a sort of cottony fabric with straps.
(Hey, don't ask for detailed descriptions, it's not as if I am a
fashion expert or something!)
'Can't I wear a top and a pair of slacks?' I asked, more in hope than
expectation.
'No, you need to wear something that oozes efficient secretary. Let's
try it on, shall we?'
'Okay.' I said with a certain amount of natural reluctance. I grabbed
the dress and started to put it on.
'What are you doing, Tony. You have to take your clothes off first,
dummy.'
'Is that really necessary, we only want to see if it fits.'
'You won't know if it fits unless you strip down properly and try the
dress on like a real girl. Look we are going about this the wrong way.
Let's do it as if it was me getting ready to go out for the evening,
okay?'
'Okay.'
'Right, first things first. Go and get take a shower. I don't want any
BO on my nice clean clothes. Wash your hair and don't forget to use the
conditioner. When you've finished, put on the robe that's hanging on
the back of the shower room door. While you are doing that, I will tidy
up here and get your undies and things sorted out.'
I scooted into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it, just to make
sure that Sheila didn't rush in and take me by surprise. I stripped
down to my birthday suit and got into the shower. I found some shower
gel. It was pink and smelled nice. As I showered I was thinking all the
time that I was silly to think that I could pull this off. My self-
esteem was not great. I had no confidence in myself and no way would I
be able to fool anyone that I was a girl and that I could hold down a
job as a secretary. I washed my hair, remembering to use the
conditioner on my rather long locks.
Finally I was finished. I switched off the shower, grabbed a big towel
and dried myself as quickly as I could. I stepped out of the shower and
saw the robe on the back of the door. It just had to be pink and silky,
didn't it! I put it on and tied it using the silky belt. I must admit
that it did feel nice, sort of soft and slippery. Anyway, enough of
these pervy thoughts, I went back into the bedroom to find Sheila
putting a few things on the bed that looked decidedly feminine.
'All clean then?' she had in that bright, nursey sort of way.
'Yes, I think so.'
'Okay take the robe off and lets have a good look at you.'
I did my red beetroot face again.
'Look Tony, I have seen more bare men than you have had hot dinners.
Just think of it as if you are in hospital and are undergoing
treatment. I need to see you without your clothes on so that I can work
out what size undies and things we need, okay?'
'Okay. But promise you won't laugh.'
'What at? There is nothing under that robe that I haven't seen a
million times.'
I slowly took of the robe and let it fall, holding my hand in front of
my rather small and shrunken manhood.
'Well, you're skinnier than I thought. No hair except a few pubes.
Quiet a nice shape though. I think we can do something with you that
will convince your interviewer that you are worth employing.' She ran
her fingers through my hair.
'Put the robe back on while I sort your hair out. It's long enough for
me to do something with it.'
I quickly did as she asked, better the robe than in the nuddie!
Sheila put some large rollers in my hair and then blow-dried it. She
then pulled the rollers out, dried it some more and then attacked my
shocked locks with a large hairbrush. She seemed to take ages. Pulling
my hair one way then another. I was getting a headache by the time she
was satisfied.
'That will do for now, but I think we will have to visit the salon
before you go to the interview.'
Salon! That sounded ominous.
'Can I see what you've done?' I asked.
'Not yet, wait until we've finished. Now let's do some makeup.'
'Do I need makeup? We're only trying on some clothes!'
'Remember hun, we said that we were getting ready to go out for the
evening. No way would I go out without some war paint on. Just trust
me; I won't make you look stupid, okay?'
'Okay,' I said reluctantly.
First of all she put splotches of skin coloured cream all over my face
and neck with a sponge and worked it in.
'You have good skin, Tony but you don't want it to shine in bright
lights, anyway a girl is naked without foundation. You don't need much
though. Now some powder, good, you do have nice skin, I'm envious. Okay
we need to colour those cheeks, you do look a bit anaemic. Let's put
some nice mild pink blusher on. There, that looks lovely. Right, close
your eyes while I put on some eye shadow.'
She carried on talking and I just let it wash over me. A strange
feeling came over me as I was worked on by this determined nurse. I
suppose it was a mental shrugging of my shoulders. I accepted that she
was going to finish what she started and no amount of whinging on my
part was going to alter it. After nearly blinding me with a mascara
brush and putting a number of coats of gloss on my lips, she was
finished.
'That wasn't too bad was it?'
'I suppose not,' I said graciously.
'Right, let's get you some false boobies.' She rummaged about in some
drawers and pulled out a couple of rubber breasts!
'I used these when I went through my Dolly Parton phase.'
She helped me into a lacy bra and inserted the soft and spongy breasts
over my natural boyish ones. Initially they felt cold and then as they
warmed up with the heat of my body, all I could feel was the weight of
them on my bra restricted chest.
'It feels funny,'
'You'll get used to them. Now slip these panties on.'
I pulled up the silk and lacy panties, they were very and I mean very
frilly. They felt smooth and silky just like the robe.
'You had better wear these tights to hide that small bulge that's just
appeared,' I blushed as I realised that Mr Percy was perking up.
'Sit on the bed and I'll show you the best way of putting them on.'
She rolled up one leg and then the other. I stood up and pulled them up
past my belly button. I now knew why they were called tights as Mr
Percy subsided and then disappeared out of the way.
'Put your arms up, hun.'
I was on auto drive now, so I did as I was told.
'This is a slip to make sure that your dress doesn't cling to you, it
also feels great.'
As I felt the slip slide over my body, I shivered a bit, it was
probably the coldness of the fabric, it couldn't have been anything
else.
'Okay, now step into the dress and I will zip it up for you.'
I stepped in and Sheila helped me to pull it up and zip up the back. I
must admit, it didn't feel as bad as I thought it would.
'Sit down and try on a pair of my shoes, you look about the same size?
What are you?'
'A small six.'
'My aren't you a dainty toes,' She crammed my feet into some cream
coloured strappy shoes with long thin heals.
'That looks good, now stand up.'
I tried to stand and immediately fell back down on the bed.
'SHIT.'
'Tut tut, tut, polite girls do not swear.'
'But Sheila, I can't stand up in these things.'
'Most girls love to wear these, it makes them taller, walk nice and
they are considered to be sexy. You soon get used to them.'
'I don't want to be sexy and I don't want to get used to them,' I said
as I struggled to stand up again.
'Don't fuss there're only 3 inch heels. You should some others I've
got. Here let me help you.'
I finally managed to stand up, my ankles wobbling with the strain of it
all.
'Well done, now walk across the floor.'
I took one step and nearly fell over. How can I explain? It was like
walking on a tightrope without a long bar to help with the balance.
'Here,' said Sheila, 'Hold my arm and try to relax a bit as we walk.
Don't take big steps, try small ones. That's it, you're getting the
hang of it now.'
It was very hard but despite the strain on my ankles, I started to get
used to the strange shoes and the weird way I felt as I took small
steps. I'm probably exaggerating but my hips felt like a pendulum,
swaying from side to side as I walked.
'Can I see myself now?'
'Okay, let's go look at you in the full-length mirror in the bathroom.
Shut your eyes and I'll lead you.'
I shut my eyes and held on tight to Sheila's hand, not wanting to fall
over again.
'Sheila, I said as I tottered into the bathroom with my eyes still
shut, 'I don't think this is going to wor...'
'Open your eyes hun.'
I did as I was told and looked at the mirror. I didn't recognise the
person in the mirror. It wasn't me.
To be continued.
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