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The Discovery By Margaret Jeanette Tom and Kris Rhoden were happily married. He was a junior clerk and she was chief teller at a bank. She always knew he wasn't very macho. In bed she always initiated sex and led the way, but she liked it that way. Occasionally she would tell him to do something like wash the dishes or clean a window and he always did it. It was on one such occasion that she told him to scrub the kitchen floor. She hated to do any sort of house work. He asked, "Where's the mop for the floor?" "The floor is so dirty I think you have to do it on your hands and knees. That's the only way you can really scrub the bad spots." He was doing the floor when she looked at him and saw him as more of a woman than a man. She imagined how he would look in a dress and smiled to herself. He would never go for something like that. All he had were suits and dress shirts. He didn't own any casual clothes. When he was done there were marks on the knees of his slacks. "Look at that. You now have marks on your good slacks. You need to wear something different when you are cleaning." "All the clothes I have are like this. I don't own any other clothes. Besides, they'll wash out clean. What else is there to wear?" "You could wear a pair of my old pants. I am sure they'll fit you." "What if someone should see me? I don't know if I could bear that!" "Who's going to see you? We don't get that much company, only your sister, and it's rare that she stops by. Besides if I explain it to her I'm sure she'll understand. We don't have a lot of money to spend on new clothes for you." A couple of hours later she asked him if he would rinse out some of her panties in the bathroom sink with the softener she had. He did and when he was finished his shirt was wet in front. Kris saw that immediately and said, "Look at your shirt. It's all wet. Come into the bedroom. We're going to see if my blouses and pants will fit you decently." They went into the bedroom and she had him take his shirt and slacks off. She handed him one of her rather plain white blouses and he put it on and buttoned it up. Then she handed him a pair of her old black slacks. When he had them on she saw they fit like they were made for him. She also saw something else, a change in him. He was very quiet and she could sense, very passive. She enjoyed him being like that. "I can't wear these. It's just not right." "What's not right about it? You can and will wear those. It's just around the house and it doesn't hurt anything, does it?" "No, I guess not but I don't like it." She knew she had won. He wasn't outright refusing to wear them. She told him to clean the tub and shower and he went to do it. She sat and smiled to herself that she had him where she wanted him. She called to him and asked to use his pocket knife. He told her he would have to go get it. She went with him to the bedroom, and he handed her his pocket knife. She cut somme labels she wanted to cut, then instead of handing the knife back to him she opened the closet door and put it in a black patent leather purse with a thin shoulder strap. Then handed him the purse. He looked in disbelief when she told him that now he could always have his pocket knife with him. "You mean you expect me to carry a purse? You can't be serious!" "I am serious, this way you can always have your knife with you and besides unless you give me grief you'll only be carrying it around the house." She went to where his slacks lay on the bed and got his wallet out and then opened his purse and put it in there too, telling him now he had everything he needed. She told him if he gave her any backtalk she would go further than he could ever imagine. "I can't and won't carry a purse. It's not right." "OK, I warned you. Take the pants and blouse off right now!" He thought he had won his point and quickly took them off. She told him to get his under shorts off also. She only told him that when they were going to make love. He was ready and had them off in a flash. She went to her drawer and got some things out, then came back to him and told him to raise his feet one at a time. He didn't know what was going on so he did it. He protested when he realized she had put a pair of lacy panties on him. She grabbed his wrist and showed him she was more powerful than him. She slid something up his arm and grabbed his other wrist and soon was sliding something up that arm. Before he knew it he was wearing a black bra. "You can't do this to me!" She stuffed a cotton sock in one of the cups. "This isn't right. Stop!" She stuffed a sock in the other cup. "Stop it. You are being stupid." She stuffed another sock in each of the cups. "What are you doing to me? Stop this insanity." She stuffed another sock in each cup. "As long as you keep it up I'll keep stuffing. The more you complain the longer you'll wear what I put on you. Do you understand?" She got a satin slip and made him hold his arms out so she could get it over his head and on him. He complained that she was going nuts. She told him for that he was going to wear what she'd put on him for the rest of the day. She grabbed a blue satin dress, and after fighting with him finally got it on him. He'd fought her attempts to get it on him but lost. She told him that he was going to wear a dress and everything else tomorrow, for fighting her when she was trying to get the dress on him. "Look at me. I look ridiculous. I try to please you and you go bonkers on me. You think I am going to keep wearing your clothes, you are crazy." Her hand shot out and she slapped him so hard he stumbled to the floor. She was in shock. She didn't mean to hit him but it was a reflex action. He looked up in shock and fear. He didn't want to be hit again. She told him there were some other things in his purse and that he should go into the bathroom and use them or else. Out of fear and still wondering what was going on he went into the bathroom. In the purse he saw some foundation, lipstick, blush and eye shadow. He had watched her applying it to herself numerous times, so he knew how to apply them. He took his time, and when he was done he looked at himself in the mirror and approved how it was applied. He came out, and she was standing there with a medium length blond wig. She had him bend down a bit to put it on him, adjusted it, and told him he looked delicious. She handed him a pair of her blue sling back heels to put on. They were a little tight and he complained about it. She told him in a rough voice that he should stop complaining, as it would only be a little while that he would have to wear them. He thought it was about time she came to her senses. She told him to get his purse. He had his purse when she told him it was time to go. He raised his voice and said he wasn't going anywhere. Her hand shot up and pinched him on his ear. He was yelping when she pulled him out the door and pushed him into the car. "You told me that this was only to be in the house. What are you doing?" "You are wearing a satin dress. A satin dress isn't a house dress; it is a going out dress. We are going to get you some decent fitting shoes to wear. If you say one more word you will regret it. Just sit back and relax. Try to enjoy it." "Enjoy it! How do you expect me to enjoy it? I didn't want to wear your clothes in the first place." "But you are now aren't you? You keep this up and you'll be wearing them to work next week." "Kiss my ass! You've lost it. You are totally out of control!" "Just for that you can wear my clothes to work next week. You better believe you will be wearing them and make-up also. I know all of your co-workers will love your new image." "Stop and think about what you are doing? Use your head! This doesn't make sense!" "I was just going to stop and get you some shoes but now we are going to make a couple of other stops. You keep getting in deeper and deeper. When will you learn to keep your mouth shut?" He sat silent after that. He didn't know what the other stops were but from the way she said it he knew it wouldn't be pleasant for him. She stopped at a discount shoe store and made him go in with her. She quickly found a pair of matching blue heels for him to wear. She also got him a pair of black and a pair of white flats. On a sale table were women's wallets on sale. She picked out a white one with a red rose on it for him. She also found a larger white purse for him. They checked out. In the car she handed him the wallet and told him to transfer his things from his old wallet to his new wallet and into his new purse. She could see he was on the verge of tears, but he started transferring the things. He protested when she pulled into her mother's driveway. He told her he would stay in the car. She told him that he would either come in or she would see that he regretted it. He caved in and accompanied her into her mother's house. Her mother acted not in the least surprised at his appearance. He couldn't believe it, that she was acting like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be wearing a dress. "Kris always was more of a tom boy than a lady. I knew she picked you so she could rule the roost. You look lovely. I just finished replacing one of my nails. Would you like me to do yours?" He looked stricken. How could she think he would want his nails done? Then Kris said that would be a great idea. She gave him a dirty look until he agreed. A half hour later when they left Tom had long red fingernails. "Your nails now match your lips. You are lucky mama had just the right color for them. I never cared for color on my nails but it looks good on you." He blushed and tears were starting to come from his eyes. Then he openly started crying. He felt the car stop, and Kris was wiping his eyes with a tissue. He couldn't believe that she had parked in his mother's driveway. She told him it was now time to visit his mom. She threatened him with worse until he got out. His mother couldn't believe how much he looked like Tamara, his sister. Tamara lived with her and was out doing something. His mother told him he looked adorable. They were just about to leave when Tamara came home. She laughed when she saw Tom. Kris explained that he seemed more female than male to her so she was just trying to see if he really was. Tamara said she had a dress he could have, one from when she was a bridesmaid for a wedding. She was sure it would fit him. Kris told him to go with her and try it on. In her bedroom she helped him out of the dress he had on, got a scarlet dress out of her closet, and helped him get it on. It was snug but it fit. It did show off his bust, a lot. When he tried to walk he found that the hem was very constrictive. Tamara told him it was a mermaid dress and that she hated it. She had him wear it where the others could see it. His mother and Kris both liked how he looked in it. Kris told Tamara that if she had anything else he could have it would be great. Tamara told her to leave him with her for about fifteen minutes, that there was something else he could have. Fifteen minutes later he was presented again. This time his ears were pierced in three places each and he was sporting studs in them of cute little flowers. Kris thanked Tamara for everything. She told him he should keep the dress on. They were leaving. He hated the dress, because he had to take such short steps because of it. It was too tight for him, he was sure of it. Kris drove and stopped at the discount shoe store again and bought him a pair of higher heels in red to match the dress. Now he had trouble standing without falling much less walking in these stiletto heels. He was relieved when she pulled into their driveway. She told him he should start to make supper, that she was going to do a quick run and would be home in about a half hour. He was checking supper when she walked in carrying four large bags. She laid the bags on the sofa and asked what was for supper. He told her, and she said that was great, she was hungry. As they were eating she said, "I got you some other clothes to wear. You can't keep wearing mine. You look so cute in that dress. I remember when Tamara wore it. She looked so nice but I think you look nicer in it." He couldn't believe what she was saying, but he did feel a slight sense of pride that she said he looked nice. She had never told him he looked nice in anything before. After supper he minced his way around to clean things up. When he was done Kris chided him for not wearing his nice apron over his delicious dress. He noticed that she had spent a long time in the bathroom after supper, and had just come back to the living room. She told him to get her the evening paper from the front porch. She smiled and congratulated herself when she saw his rear swaying in that dress. He was learning quickly, she thought. "I have given it some thought and I think you should accompany me when I buy you clothes. That way you can pick out the ones you think you will look good in. What do you think about that?" "I don't know. I am still wondering why you are doing this to me." "Well, first, you seem to be more feminine than masculine. Look, when we make love, I am the one on top. Second, I think it is time you went a little further in your feminine direction. Third, you look so cute in your feminine clothes. Fourth, I am doing it because I am stronger than you and I can make you do it. You can honestly say I made you do it, and not have to say you did it on your own. I do have a piece of advice for you, which is, try to enjoy it. I think once you are used to it, it won't be so bad." "I thought you wanted to be on top when we made love. I was doing it for you. I'll agree that you are stronger than me, but that is no reason to dress me like this. Please don't make me go to work wearing women's clothes. Please!" She almost relented, then said, "I am glad you mentioned work. Look here at what I got you, some clothes for work." She grabbed a bag and pulled out two pairs of black women's slacks. The first thing he noticed was that they had no pockets. Then she pulled out a pair of pink slacks. Then it was three blouses and two more bras in black and dark red. She opened another bag and pulled out a hand full of bright lacy panties and two more colored bras and a black girdle for him. Then it was two more items. When she held them up he could see they were skirts in bright flowery print colors. Out of the other two bags she pulled six dresses, one more colorful than the other, and he noticed they had lots of ruffles and lace. He was mortified, and she saw it in his face. She admonished him that if he didn't like them he should buy his own dresses. "But you don't have any like that. Yours are all plain and all your blouses are plain, almost like men's shirts. Why did you buy me all these fancy, lacy blouses, and dresses with all these ruffles?" Also, you wear white plain panties, not the kind you bought for me. Why did you get those?" "It's simple. When you do the laundry you will know right away which is mine and which is yours. I thought you would appreciate not having to look at labels to sort the clothes when you folded them and put them away. You will have to iron the cotton ones because you want he ruffles to stick out properly, but I know you will do a good job. Won't you?" A quiet yes told her he was accepting what she had done to him. She asked him if he wanted to go shopping with her tomorrow, but he declined. At bedtime she told him to leave his bra and panties on. She handed him a long flowing nightgown to put on. He had never seen her in a rose colored nightgown before, and asked her if she had gotten it especially for him. She told him she had. In bed she started the love-making process. She asked him if the clothes made him at least a little horny. He told her they did. She was on top, slowly moving her rear up and down, and asked him if he didn't want to wear those clothes all the time. She picked exactly the right time, because he said that he did. Before he fell asleep he wondered why he had said he wanted to wear those clothes all the time. He didn't want to wear them at all. What could he say to change her mind? He couldn't think of anything to change her mind. He started noticing the soft silky feel of his nightgown. It felt sexy to him for some reason. This part of it wasn't half bad. The next morning after breakfast he was going to get dressed. Kris asked him if he wanted to get out of his clothes for a while. He jumped at the chance, thinking she might have changed her mind about him wearing dresses. She helped him undress then had him go into the bathroom. When he came out all of his body hair was gone. He'd had very little and it was very fine so he didn't think it was any loss. She got him one of his bras and a pair of his panties to put on, and he put them on without protest. She was happy that he was accepting it. She felt so good that she had discovered he would accept feminization. She told him to select a dress for today. He selected a light yellow one with black lace trim on the ruffles. She liked how he looked in it. She remembered Tom's boss telling her she could call him anytime. She called him and apologized for calling on a Sunday, then asked if Tom would lose his job if he came to work dressed differently than he usually was. His boss assured her he wouldn't be fired for that. She then felt more resolute than ever that he should stay feminized. She let him relax all morning and then only make a light lunch for the two of them. He was enjoying the feel of the nylons on his legs and the slip brushing against his legs. If he couldn't talk her out of dressing him this way, he decided, he might as well enjoy what he could. At lunch he asked, "Can you not send me to work dressed this way. Can't I possibly go dressed as man?" "You can go dressed different than you are now. I will allow that. You can wear a pair of your new slacks tomorrow and one of your new blouses." "Come on now! All I am asking is that you let me go dressed as a man. I don't think that's too much to ask! You did say once that this would stay in the house. Why not let it stay in the house?" "You have already been out of the house in your pretty dress, so it won't be as if it were the first time. Tomorrow you will wear your pink slacks and that pretty blouse with the matching pink lace. If you give me one more argument you will be wearing one of your fancy dresses to work tomorrow." He was defeated and he knew it. She wasn't taking any arguments from him. Every time he said anything about being allowed to dress like a man she set tougher conditions. After he had cleaned up from lunch she told him they were going shopping. She drove him to a mall, and the first store they stopped at was Perfumes Plus. There after trying many perfumes she selected a strong floral perfume for him to wear. The saleslady told her that it didn't readily wash off, and she said that was good. Next when he was starting to feel discomfort from walking in heels she led him into a store that heralded Working Girl Jewelry and Accessories. There she found a pink crystal necklace, bracelet, and earring combination for him. She also found him three other sets in different colors. She liked the way he blushed when she told him how pretty he would look wearing them. Then she spotted hair ribbons and got him six with fancy bows and lace on them. He shuddered when he saw them. Next she led him into a drug/convenience store. There she purchased two heavy pointed balloons and three bottles of hair setting gel. He wondered what she was going to do with the balloons, but knew better than ask. She walked him around the mall until his legs were starting to ache. Suddenly she stopped at a kiosk selling jeweled name pins. She looked for the longest time, then selected one. He couldn't see what she selected, until she turned toward him and pinned one on him. "This is your new name, Alyssa. Isn't that the most feminine sounding name you can think of? You should be giving me a big thank you for getting you such a pretty pin with your new name on it." "Thank you. I like my new name," he said sarcastically. "If you are going to take that attitude I'll just have to punish you. You could use some punishment. Then maybe you'll learn to do as you know I want, and do what I say as quickly as possible." She next led him into an Exquisite Woman store. There she purchased two long line posture bras guaranteed to make your breasts stick out. She told him he would love to wear these all the time. She told him when she was done with him he would either listen or be constantly reminded of what she could do. She led him completely around the concourse of the mall one more time, and he was ready to drop when she finally led him to her car. He was never so thankful to be able to sit down in his life. They started out, and she told him there was only one more place for them to stop. She stopped at a strip mall that had half dozen stores. He was glad to see he wouldn't have to walk any great distance. There she led him into a store that had only one sign saying 'Adults only' in its window. She was looking at different chastity belts. He told her he didn't think he needed anything like that. Then she looked at the chains and restraints. He realized she didn't know what she was looking for. She finally led him out of there without buying anything. She told him if he didn't quickly develop a better attitude she would be going back there for some of their cute toys. Next door was a Country Girl store. She led him in, and it didn't take her long to pick out two aprons for him. One was a white gauzy heart shaped one with red lace all around it. The other was a pink flower shaped one with a surrounding lacy ruffle. She told him he would look darling in either of them. She smiled when she saw him blush. They went home and she had him prepare supper. He made breaded pork chops, potatoes, petite peas and milk gravy. She told him that was one of the best meals he had ever made. She rewarded him by telling him he could change into his black flats. He thanked her and she thought he was coming around. He cleaned up the dishes from supper. When he was done he went in to where Kris was. She was reading the newspaper and didn't acknowledge him for some time. He just enjoyed the rest. She finally put down the newspaper. "Alyssa, tomorrow you wear your pink pants and matching blouse. Don't forget to put your make-up on first thing. You better get up earlier than you usually do so you can get ready properly and not have to rush. Wear your black under things. If you give me any backtalk I'll see that you wear your black fuck-me heels. I think you owe me a great big thank you for all I have done for you getting you this far along." "Thank you for all your help. I never would have been able to do something like this without your help." "Tell me again, as you did last night, that you want to always wear pretty clothes like you just got." "I love all the new clothes and want to wear them always." "What would you do for me to tell you that you could wear men's clothes tomorrow?" "I will do anything, and wear whatever you say" "You are getting smarter. I wasn't planning on letting you wear men's clothes tomorrow anyway." She laughed at the idea. She got up and left the room. As he relaxed, he was thinking about tomorrow. He was not looking forward to it all. He knew there was no way short of death that Kris would let him stay home. He wondered what she was doing, taking so long somewhere. He heard her call him. He got up and went toward the bedroom where he thought he'd heard her call. She told him it was time to get ready for bed. She told him to get out one of his black posture bras. He got one out, and when he was undressed she told him to wait a minute. He saw her take one of the balloons they had purchased earlier in the day and smear some glue on it then attach it to his breast. Then came the other. She then told him to put his posture bra on. When he had it on his breasts stuck out famously. He couldn't believe how far they stuck out. He couldn't collapse his shoulders so they wouldn't be any less visible. Kris laughed at his antics. "Get used to it. If you have a good bust, flaunt it! Aren't you glad I could do so much with a couple of balloons and styling gel? They are just as good as the gel breast forms you would pay a hundred times more for. They'll jiggle like the real thing. " She laughed when he moved and they did indeed jiggle. She made him parade around the room to watch them jiggle. He was glad finally to get into bed. He slept as well as can be expected and was up over a half hour earlier than he usually got up on workdays. Kris heard him and told him not to forget his make-up, and turned over for some last minute sleep. When she got up he was already dressed. He had the pink slacks on and the pink sheer blouse with t the white ruffles trimmed in pink lace. She could see the black underwear through it. She saw he had his make up on and looked pretty good. She added a pink necklace, bracelet and earrings to his look. Then she got a pink hair ribbon with a cute bow and placed it in his hair. He didn't care for that but that was the least of his troubles. Lastly she pinned his name pin on him. Everyone would know to call him Alyssa. With the posture bra doing its thing the ruffles stuck straight out and emphasized his chest. In the full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door he could see his breasts jiggling with every movement. He wished he had the old stuffing in the bra cups. Kris handed him his white purse and sent him off to work. He arrived, and walking down the hall to the room where he worked with seven other men, no one recognized him or made any indication of recognition. When he walked into the room, only six of the others were there. Most didn't recognize him and the two who did had serious faces. Martin, who worked at the desk next to him, told him to wait until Mr. Harper sees him. He might fire him for coming to work dressed like that. Tom worried about it but continued doing his job. About eleven Mr. Harper came to his desk and told him he wanted to see him in his office. Tom figured this was it. He was going to get fired. He slowly walked to Mr. Harper's office. He was sure he was going to get fired when he saw Mr. Harper and Mrs. Swanson both sitting there. Mr. Harper started, "All of our junior clerks are men and dress like men. I always thought you were a little on the feminine side and today I see you finally decided to cross the line. You have done good work for us but we want to keep things as they were. I have talked to Mrs. Swanson about you and we have come to an agreement on a possible course of action that won't involve firing you. Mrs. Swanson will explain it to you. Mrs. Swanson started, "You can't work with a bunch of men when you're dressed like you are. Mr. Harper says you're a fast typist and have a good head on your shoulders. We are prepared to move you to the secretarial pool. I checked, and you will actually get a little raise, because we rewarded all the secretaries for working late on a couple of occasions to get some reports out. Will you be willing to work as a secretary?" He answered in the affirmative and she continued, "You look very lovely in that outfit, but all of our secretaries wear dresses. It is an unwritten code. Do you have any dresses to wear?" "Yes, I do. Thank you for not firing me. I was sure I was going to be fired." "Right now we have three openings in the secretarial pool. You may move up faster there than where you were. All of the executive secretaries come from the secretarial pool and an executive secretary makes more than a senior clerk. So if you do a good job and keep your nose clean I am sure you will be considered the same as all the rest of the secretaries." Mrs. Swanson indicated to Mr. Harper that she was done. Mr. Harper said, "Clean out your personal things from your desk Take the rest of the day off. I'll mark you out at your regular quitting time. Good luck!" He shook Tom's hand and told him he thought Tom looked marvelous and that he would not throw him out of bed. Then he laughed. Tom laughed too as he left the office. It only took him five minutes to clean out his desk, and he was going to leave when Martin asked him if he had gotten fired. He told him no, that they gave him a raise and a different job. He wished he had a camera to take a picture of Martin's face when he told him that. He went home and started a couple of steaks marinating for supper. He was extremely happy. Wait until Kris hears about his good fortune, about the different position and the raise. When Kris came in, the first thing she asked was if he got fired. He told her no, and she asked how come he was home so early. He told her he would explain at supper. She couldn't wait with her news, so she said, "You won't believe what happened today. The supervisor of the loan office got in an argument with Mr. Tweed, the president of the bank, and walked out. They offered me the job in conjunction with mine at almost double my current salary. I took it. Aren't you happy for me?" "Yes, I am. I always knew you would advance. Now you really have moved up. Congratulations." He started to get supper on the table, and then they sat down to eat. She asked what had happened with him at work today. He explained everything. She was amused at how enthusiastic he was about being a secretary. "Now aren't you glad we got those dresses for you to wear? See, everything falls into place when you accept that you are more feminine than masculine, Alyssa." He couldn't argue with her. He still found it hard to believe. He wondered what would happen next. After supper he was cleaning up while Kris was holding the paper as if reading it. Actually she was thinking about how things were before the discovery that Tom was so feminine. Then, she would be the one cleaning up and he would be sitting there. She thought about how he was accepting the feminization. She couldn't believe she hadn't seen it earlier. She loved him more now than before. She knew she'd always been a tomboy and that he was soft and cuddly, and that was how they made a match. She wondered what would have happened if he'd made a strong stand against what had taken place. Then she thought, he wasn't that much of a man to stand up against her. At bedtime in bed she started working on him. She slowly mounted him and started the penetration of her receptacle. She asked him if he wanted to stay wearing a dress forever. He said he didn't care. She asked him if he wanted a boyfriend. He said he didn't. She teased him that a boyfriend would make him a complete woman. He wasn't laughing. He was afraid she was serious. The next morning he dressed in a coral dress with dark blue trim. It had a tight skirt, but he didn't mind. He did his make up just right and added a dark blue bow to his hair. Kris was happy with how he looked. At work, Mrs. Swanson showed him where he would work, saying, "Alyssa, this is your work station. Today everyone will be going over the quarterly report. All you do is see if it reads right to you. Everyone has someone different to deliver the report to. You will be delivering your reports to Mr. Woods. No one likes him because he is so gruff. His secretary quit because there was no pleasing him. He is a good man but I am afraid he is only interested in his job. He never made a pass at any of the secretaries and all of the other male executives have made at least one pass at one of the secretaries in the past. She showed him how to access the report. He sat down and started to go over it. Some of the figures didn't seem right. He made a note on his pad about it and continued. There was another section that didn't correspond with the section he had marked down. He noted that also. His job as a junior clerk had prepared him well for this sort of thing. He finished going over it and printed out a hard copy of it. On the hard copy he made notes in the margin about how he thought the figures were possibly wrong. He put it in one of the inter office envelopes and sent it to Mr. Woods. An hour later Mr. Woods was there asking to see Alyssa. He was shown where she was. "Alyssa. I want to commend you. You caught a mistake in the quarterly report. You saved us from being embarrassed. How is it that you seem to be the only one who found it?" "Well, I had previous training as a junior clerk. I tried to access the figures but I was denied access to that information. If I could have accessed it I might have been able to supply you with what I thought were the correct figures." "You know our security system. Every computer here has a different number and they are all set up to access only what is necessary for them to do their job. I have gone through four secretaries since I have been here. None of them stay. Two quit and two returned to the secretarial pool. I am a hard boss, which I know. How would you like to try a new job as my secretary?" "I don't know. I need some time to think about it." "How about I give you until tomorrow noon? I'll take you to lunch and you can give me your answer then. Wear something nice tomorrow!" He turned and left. Mrs. Swanson came right over to him and asked what Mr. Woods wanted. Alyssa told her. "Mr. Woods, also known as Mr. Growler, has offered you the job as his secretary! That's amazing. He never liked any of the work anyone did for him before. Another thing that amazes me is that you are here less than one day and he offers you a position as his executive secretary. Talk is that next year Mr. Dunn, the president, is going to retire and Mr. Woods is top of the list to replace him." "I don't know if I should go to lunch with him or not. What do you think?" "Definitely go with him. I have never heard of him going to lunch with anyone. Think of it as a reward for your good work. He must see something in you or he wouldn't be asking you to go with him." That night he told Kris all about his day. She was impressed that he was going for lunch with a vice president of the company. She told him about her day and how well it had gone. He congratulated her on being able to do the double job. He spent over a half hour deciding what to wear to work the next day. He finally settled on a black floral silk skirt and a white blouse with black lace trim. He laid out a black hair ribbon for his hair. He set out a pair of black four inch pumps to wear with the outfit. The next morning he wondered if he had chosen the right outfit. Kris told him he looked absolutely fabulous. Mid-morning he was at the copy machine when Mrs. Swanson told him he looked beautiful in his outfit. She asked where he got it and he told her. She said she was going to stop there on her way home. At noon, Mr. Woods came and got him. Mr. Woods led him to his Lexus and opened the door for him to get in. He took him to the fanciest supper club in town and they ordered lunch. They were eating when Mr. Woods asked him, "Have you made a decision about being my secretary? I know the word is out that I am a terrible boss. I think I can be a good boss but stupid mistakes make me angry. You don't impress me as someone who makes stupid mistakes. Please try it as a favor to me. You can always go back to the secretarial pool." "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it. Whatall is involved?" "You will screen everyone who wants to see me. I will give you a copy of all appointments. The only one who sees me without an appointment is Mr. Dunn. You will type all of my letters and return them to me for my signature. If you notice anything at all wrong you are to inform me. Oh, I like my coffee with just a dash of cream. I have a cup when I come in at eight and one at ten. The coffee maker makes more but you can have the rest. Other than that we will have to play it by ear." "That doesn't sound too hard. I think I can handle that. Will I really have my own office?" "Yes, just outside mine. Anything you need, you just ask; I'll see that you get it." "You know I have heard about you that you are a tyrant, but I don't see that at all." He laughed and said, "I am just precise about what I want and how I want it. I like things just so and am ornery if they aren't just so. If I come on too strong let me know. I promise I won't bite your head off." Alyssa laughed. He seemed so nice, not at all as he'd been described by others. Mr. Woods continued, "You look lovely in that outfit. You have a great sense of style. Keep up the good work. Tomorrow you will report to your new office. When we get back I'll inform Mrs. Swanson of your choice and she will show you your new office." They returned to the office and as promised Mrs. Swanson showed him his new office. He was impressed by the size of it. His new desk looked so shiny and new. Mrs. Swanson told him to clean out his present desk. He knew there weren't any personal things in it. When they returned to the secretarial pool and Mrs. Swanson had left several of the girls quizzed him on what had happened at lunch. When he told them he was going to be Mr. Woods's secretary they expressed sympathy for him, telling him what an ogre Mr. Woods was. That night he told Kris he was now an executive secretary. His enthusiasm made her smile. She had never seen him this worked up in a positive way about work. He wondered what he was going to wear for work tomorrow. She laughed and told him that proved he was more woman than man. When he was a man he'd never worried about what he was going to wear. After supper he thought about what she had said about him being more a woman than a man. He wondered if that was true. He was enjoying wearing dresses now, and knew he wouldn't stop wearing them on his own. Thursday and Friday things went smoothly. He suggested language changes in three of Mr. Woods's letters. Mr. Woods agreed to the changes and told him to keep watching those things. He wondered why people thought of Mr. Woods as an ogre. He was actually very sweet Saturday they went shopping. He bought one new dress that he just had to have. Kris laughed at how he'd gotten into shopping. She told him that proved he was more a woman than a man. Sunday they went on a picnic. Kris told him she was proud of how he was handling wearing dresses. She said she'd never thought things would turn out like this. They cuddled a bit, then thought that people might be staring at them. They both giggled. Monday morning at work he was proof reading one of Mr. Woods's letters. It said very rough things about an idea that had been sent to him. Alyssa went into Mr. Woods's office and talked to him about it. He told him that it would turn off the employee from ever submitting another idea and they might miss a good one. He provided such a good explanation that Mr. Woods asked him to write the response and give it to him. When he read the response he told Alyssa that it was a masterpiece of writing. On Thursday as soon as he arrived at work Mr. Woods told him he was taking him for lunch to celebrate his first full week as his secretary. At noon they were eating and Mr. Woods seemed more like a friend than a boss. They exchanged jokes and laughed together. When they finished eating and Alyssa was getting out of the chair Mr. Woods grabbed him and gave him a deep kiss on his lips. Alyssa liked it but was flustered. Should she tell him that she is a man or let it drop? In the car she decided to tell him the truth. "I have to tell you something, something important." "What, that you are a man. I know that you are a man but you are not much of a man. You are more woman than man the way I see it." "That's the same thing my wife says. She keeps telling me I am more a woman than a man. I just don't know." He sat quietly the rest of the way back to the office. He liked the kiss and it worried him. He didn't think he was homosexual but now he wondered. He did enjoy the kiss and wanted more, but why? The rest of the afternoon he tried to figure things out. He loved Kris but now he loved Mr. Woods also. He was in a quandary. What should he do? At home he was not in the mood to talk. Kris talked to him but he didn't answer. Then she hit the nail on the head. "Is my girl in love? Does she have a first boyfriend? Is she afraid to talk about it? Come on, tell me!" He broke down and started crying. Kris thought it was just like a girl. He managed to get it out finally. He was crying harder now, and she held his head on her shoulder, comforting him. "Well, if you want to quit we can make it on my salary now. You are the one who has to make the decision. I love you but that decision is in your hands. You can see where your path leads you and decide later or do something now. Either way you have to make a decision. It's up to you." He sat quietly. She knew he was in deep, deep thought. She didn't want to bother him. Finally he spoke, "I don't want to quit. For the first time in my life I have a job I absolutely enjoy. I am going to go to work tomorrow. I love you and I think I also love Brent Woods. That part I am going to have to sort out." TGIF day and he headed for work. All the way there he wondered what path to take. If Brent Woods asked him for a date should he go or not. His stomach was all abuzz. He wished there was an easy solution to all of this. About eleven Mr. Woods came out by him, "I am sorry about the kiss yesterday. Can I take you to lunch today to make up for it?" "I would love to go to lunch with you. As far as the kiss goes, I think I enjoyed it as much as you did. Don't feel bad about it. You have nothing to be sorry for." At lunch Brent said, "I know you have a lot to decide. Are you going to let the total woman come out or are you going to hang on to the man inside. I think I'm in love with the woman in you. I know you are married but it's to a woman, and two women don't marry in this State. I don't know if your relationship is husband and wife or two close girlfriends. This is for you to decide. You can let me know if we have a chance. I am ready to accept anything." Alyssa didn't answer him. She ate without saying anything. They were getting up from eating when impulsively she reached her arms around his neck and kissed him with passion. When they broke the clutch Alyssa wondered why she had done that. On the way back he asked her if she wanted to go out for supper and a few drinks this week-end. She declined, saying she had plans but the following week end might work. He was satisfied with that. All afternoon all he could think about was the statement Brent made about whether he and Kris were married or just living as good girlfriends. He wondered how Kris saw it. That evening he had a long, serious talk with Kris. She admitted that sometimes she saw him as a close girlfriend and other times as her husband. No matter what she said it didn't make him feel much better. Finally in desperation she said, "If it will make you feel any better tomorrow wear your boy clothes and see if it makes any difference in how you see things. I wish I had the perfect answer for you but I don't. You are fighting between the male side and female side of your life. Do you have any idea which side you want to win?" "No, I don't know which side I want to win. I just wish one side or the other would step up and take full control. As far as wearing the boy clothes, as you call them, I don't think it will make any difference. I enjoy the dresses too much right now. It would feel odd because I don't remember how it felt to wear slacks and a shirt anymore." That night Kris made tender love to him. He was afraid to tell her it didn't feel the same as before. She asked him if he thought she had made love to her husband or her girlfriend. He said it was her husband. Before he fell asleep he wished he had told Brent he would go out with him this week end. He didn't know why he felt this way. Saturday they went shopping. He found a denim full skirt that had an eyelet lace on the ruffle at the bottom. Kris told him he would need a multi-layered petticoat to wear beneath it. They found one at the Country Miss store in the mall. At Blouses Plus he found the perfect white blouse to go with it. It had eyelet trimming on the white ruffles. Sunday they relaxed at home. Kris could see he was in deep thought most of the day. She wondered what he was thinking about. Late in the afternoon they were sitting having a hot chocolate and all of a sudden his face lit up. Kris asked him what he was thinking about. "I think I finally figured out what's wrong. I have been trying to decide which path was right for me. I can't decide which one to take. What I need to do is let nature take its course and not worry about it." "That's smart of you. It was hurting me to see you having such a difficult time trying to figure what you were going to do. Whatever you decide, I'll stand by you." "Thank you. There are times I wish this had never started, but now that it has I am glad it started. I just wish there was an easy way out." "Life is not full of easy ways out. You have made serious big decisions in the past so I know you will make this decision when the time is right." He felt a lot better now. He could actually relax and enjoy the feel of his dress, and he was looking forward to whatever came along. Even so, he was bothered from time to time. So Monday afternoon he went to see the Employee Assistance counselor. The counselor told him she could not decide for him and recommended a counselor who was known to work with people like him. She asked him where he'd gotten his feminine voice and he told her that his wife had worked with him on it. That night he talked to Kris about seeing the special counselor and she told him to go ahead. He wondered what would happen when he saw the counselor. He looked again at the card and decided to call her tomorrow. The next day he hedged between calling her and not calling her, but finally he called. A one hour appointment was set up to assess his problem, and immediately he felt better. The rest of the day went fast. He told Mr. Woods about the appointment on Thursday afternoon. Mr. Woods told him he was doing the smart thing by going to a counselor he knew could help him. Then Alyssa was totally surprised, when Brent gave her a kiss as a congratulation on taking the big step to solve the problem. Her heart beat faster when he kissed her. Wednesday was the longest day yet. The secretarial work was done by ten and there was nothing else pressing. Alyssa spent the rest of the day checking to see how many of the departments in the company she could access. She found out she could access the records of every department. She took her afternoon break with the girls of the secretarial pool. None of them could believe it when she said Mr. Woods was a pleasure to work for. They said it was hard to believe anyone could work for him and not get discouraged. That night he told Kris what the secretaries had said about Brent. They laughed at that. Kris said she would like to meet Brent. Alyssa didn't know if that was such a good idea. Thursday morning Alyssa had butterflies in her stomach while anticipating the afternoon appointment. Finally it was time to leave for it. It was only four blocks from work, and Alyssa arrived ten minutes before she was supposed to be there. She filled out the paperwork the receptionist gave her. For some of the questions she didn't know what to put down, so she skipped them. She was called in, and met Janet Simons. Janet made her feel comfortable and Alyssa told her what was bothering her. She didn't leave out a thing. The next thing she knew Janet was looking at her appointment calendar, and telling her that Monday morning at ten she would see her for a two hour appointment. Alyssa asked if Janet thought she should go out with Brent this week-end. Janet said it was up to her but it might not be a bad idea. Alyssa was all smiles at hearing that. She went straight home, humming a tune as she drove. Tomorrow if Brent asked her she would go out with him. Then she worried that he wouldn't ask her. She wondered why he would want to go out with her. Kris listened with intense interest as he told her about his appointment. She wondered where it was going to lead. She did not want to see the end of their marriage. Alyssa spent the evening trying to pick just the right outfit for tomorrow. She wanted to impress Brent, and wondered which outfit he would like the best. Finally she selected a dress with a scoop neckline on the black top, and a knee length skirt that had a black background with intertwined pink flowers with pretty green leaves. The next morning Alyssa arrived at work and had just put her purse away when Brent buzzed her. She went into his office. "I can't wait. How did your counseling go yesterday? I almost called you at home last night to find out." "It went better than I expected. Janet, my counselor, is very nice. She asked a lot of questions and gave me some questionnaires to fill out. She wants to see me Monday morning for a two hour appointment. I think that will be when the meat and potatoes will be discussed. She did say it would probably take four sessions before she will have a definite recommendation for me." "I'm glad for you! I know this has been wearing on you. It's best to get something settled as soon as possible. Now, will you accompany me to lunch this noon so we can discuss things further?" She agreed and he gave her a handful of letters to type or make recommendations on. She left and got to work. All of his letters except one looked good to her. For that one she made a note in the margin, recommending a small change for the sake of continuity. At noon they were eating when Brent broached a subject she had never thought of. He did it so quickly that she thought she'd heard him wrong. "I know there is a possibility that your counselor may recommend a sex change. Do you think you could go through with it?" He then repeated the question. "I don't know. I never gave it a thought. Do you think she might recommend that?" "It's a possibility. I know there are a lot of men who have had sex changes done. I was raised in Neenah, and there's a plastic surgeon there who specializes in that kind of surgery. He does a landslide business." "I don't know if she will say I need that. If she does I'll have to check my insurance to see if they cover it." "I don't think they cover the operation as it would be an elective procedure, but they will cover hospital expenses. Don't worry about the operation expense; I'll cover it for you." "Why would you cover it for me? It's not your fault I am all mixed up!" "I will cover it because I care for you. I can't explain it. Something about you says you are special to me. I tried to figure it out but I can't come up with a good reason for it. I just like being with you! " "Thank you! I think you're special also. I'm glad I didn't listen to the other secretaries when I accepted the job of being your secretary." "I'm glad also. You have been a blessing to me. Your recommendations for my letters have been great and I really appreciate your friendship. Do you think we can enjoy some time tomorrow night at supper somewhere?" "Oh, yes. I am sure we can." He kissed her and they headed back to the office. Both of them were ecstatic, looking forward to tomorrow night. That afternoon Alyssa spent dreaming of it. At home when Kris heard about the date she was very happy for Alyssa. Kris asked if he had a friend and they could double date. Alyssa didn't think that was funny. Kris said maybe now she would get to meet him. Alyssa begged her not to. In a peeved voice Alyssa asked, "Can't you just let us get to know each other better before springing a bunch of questions on him?" "I was only going to ask a couple of questions." "Like what?" "Like what time are you going to get her home? Do you use condoms? Do you believe in sex on the first date?" "Come on, get serious. Just let me meet him at the door and leave." "OK, have it your way. I'll disappear! You can meet your dreamboat by yourself." Saturday morning Alyssa stood for over an hour looking at her wardrobe trying to decide what she was going to wear. She couldn't find anything that caught her eye. She heard Kris call her for lunch. At lunch she told Kris about her dilemma trying to find the right outfit. Kris laughed and said that when a woman can't find the right thing in her closet, then it's time for shopping. They were on their third store before Alyssa saw the exact outfit she wanted. It was a red brocade floral satiny dress with a tight skirt that had a slit halfway up the side. Then she had to get some new red heels to go with it. They hurried home so she could get ready. She wanted everything just perfect. At five-thirty the doorbell rang and Alyssa answered it. She looked stunning and she felt it, and Brent told her how beautiful she looked. They headed for supper. He took her to a supper club on the outskirts of the neighboring town. They had a couple of drinks while waiting to be seated. He told her this place was widely known for their bar-b-qued ribs. Alyssa was in seventh heaven. They were seated, and she ordered a half rack of ribs while he ordered a full rack. She was wearing a small jeweled tiara in her hair. He told her how beautiful she looked. They talked the language only lovers talk. There was no small chit-chat, and they enjoyed a great meal. After they left he suggested a small but exclusive dance club for them to go to. She agreed and they headed for it. She was impressed with the dance club. It only had three stools at the bar but there were plenty of tables, with the most comfortable seats she had ever seen. They danced some slow dances and sat and talked the rest of the time. They then left the dance club, and he started taking her home. She was sitting so quietly, he asked her what she was thinking. She decided to tell him, wondering what would happen. "My wife wants to meet you. She can be very outspoken at times and I don't know if it's a good idea or not. But, if you like you can come over tomorrow afternoon and meet her." "I think that is a great idea. I would like to talk to her. I'll take everything she says with a grain of salt, so you don't have to worry." She felt better hearing after what he had to say. They pulled into the driveway and he opened her door and she got out. He took her in his arms and gave her the most passionate kiss yet. Her stomach did flip-flops as he kissed her. It just felt so right for both of them. When she got inside, she was surprised to see Kris sitting at the dining room table with a cup of hot chocolate. Kris asked her how it went, and added that it couldn't have been too bad, seeing how her lipstick was all messed up. "It went scrumptious. I had a ball. He is so romantic and he was a perfect gentleman all night." "I just have to meet him! You must invite him over some time." "Your wish is granted. He is going to come over about two tomorrow afternoon. I just hope you won't embarrass me in front of him." "I would never embarrass you on purpose. I am glad he's coming over. I know it wasn't easy for you to ask him." "It was easier than you think. He said he wanted to meet you too but never said anything about it because he wanted to leave it up to me. He is so considerate." "What did you do tonight? You weren't eating all this while." "We went to Tipper's Supper club and had their ribs, which were just super. Then we went to Bill and Cathy's Dance Club afterward." "I hear you have to have reservations for that dance club. He must have made them at least two or three days ago, because I hear they fill up quickly on week ends. He must have figured that you would end up deciding to go out with him tonight." "I don't know, but it was perfect. I can't remember when I enjoyed myself so much. I just melt when I'm in his strong arms." "Well lover, it's time for bed. I know you'll have sweet dreams tonight." By noon Sunday Alyssa had chosen her outfit to wear when Brent came. She chose a white blouse with red lace trim and a red full skirt with a multi-layered petticoat underneath. Red stockings and flats completed her ensemble. Precisely at two o'clock the doorbell rang. Alyssa answered it and her heart beat faster when she saw Brent standing there. She invited him in and introduced him to Kris. Alyssa got them each something to drink and they settled down to talk. "I don't really know why, but I am super attracted to Alyssa. There is so much I don't know about her. What her likes and dislikes are. How she got the way she is. What the future holds for her. All I know is that she is a super person and I want to be with her all the time." Kris answered, "It all started when I saw her scrubbing the kitchen floor. I imagined her in a dress doing it. The idea stayed in my mind and I decided to do something about it. She has a strong submissive side to her and I used that to get her to do as I wanted. At different times she put up token resistance to what I wanted, but I overcame any objection she had." "Well you sure did a great job on her. At first I had a hard time believing she was a man, then I started seeing her as just a woman. I found out she was more woman than man inside, and she balances my personality perfectly." "I know she really likes you. I don't know where this is all going to lead, but I am prepared to back her all the way. And I'm not sure what the counselor is going to recommend, but I'm prepared for anything." "You and I are looking at this the same way. I know how I would like to see things turn out but I'm also prepared for whatever happens." "She needs all the understanding she can get! She knows she has my blessing no matter what she decides to do. I know it takes her forever to make some decisions, and I'm prepared for that." Alyssa just sat and listened to them talk about her as if she wasn't there. She couldn't believe how nice Kris was to Brent. They talked for two hours before Kris invited him to stay for supper. Alyssa started to make supper while Kris and Brent continued talking. They ate a very relaxing supper with Brent complimenting Alyssa on her cooking skills. After supper Kris surprised Alyssa by telling her to go sit with Brent while she cleaned up. After cleaning up, Kris went to join the conversation. They'd talked for about a half hour when Brent made his exit. He was just out the door after kissing Alyssa good bye and thanking her for such a wonderful time when Kris said, "I can see what you see in him. He's gorgeous and he is a true gentleman. You picked a great boyfriend!" "I didn't pick him, he picked me!" "Whatever, in either case it looks like you are going to have to make some pretty big decisions, and not too far off." They made small talk until bedtime. Alyssa already knew what she was going to wear tomorrow. She wondered what Janet would ask tomorrow. Alyssa walked the four blocks for her appointment. It gave her time to think. Brent had told her he would pick her up at noon. She entered and the way the receptionist told her that Janet was waiting for her made her apprehensive. She was immediately shown in to see Janet. Janet said, "I have gone over the forms and questionnaires you filled out last time, and I am amazed at some of your answers. They definitely show a trend. I think that by your next appointment I will have a definite recommendation for you. But today we have other things to do." She started out showing Alyssa some drawings and having her tell what she saw. Some of them were simple, some required more thought. After that there were pictures of different men and women and she had to tell what she first saw about them. Then there were questions about everything from sex to cooking. Then there were a bunch of pictures of individual men and women wearing different styles of clothes. Alyssa had to tell what caught her eye and what she liked or didn't like about each. Lastly Janet asked her if she really wanted to become a total woman. She said if it was possible she would probably like to. Janet told her that was all for today, and Alyssa was surprised to find that it was five after twelve already. Janet told her she would see her on Thursday at ten for two hours. Alyssa walked into the reception area, and Brent was waiting. He led her to his car and they went for lunch. He asked her how it went. "She showed me a bunch of drawings and I had to say what they were, the pictures of different men and women, and what I noticed first. Then she asked me about all sorts of things like cooking terms and such. She asked me how I saw Kris and how Kris saw me. Finally she asked me if I wanted to be a total woman. I told her I would probably like it. I have another appointment from ten to noon on Thursday." "Well, it sounds like things are really moving along. Hopefully she will tell you pretty soon what she recommends." "I believe it will be Thursday. She said she has to go over everything to see exactly where I fit in the best. She said not to worry about it as she wants to do a detailed report for me, including in it any suggestions she has. I'm not worried about it. I would just like to know how she sees me in the future." "No matter how it turns out I will stand behind you all the way. I have never in my life met anyone like you." "Gee, thanks!" "I meant that is a good way. I have never known anyone I feel so free to talk to about anything. Not even with my grandfather, who I was very close to, could I talk like I talk to you." The afternoon went fast and at home Kris wanted to know what had happened at the counseling session. Alyssa told her and saw a frown come over Kris's face when she was done. "What's the matter? You look like you just lost your best friend." "I am wondering if what I did to you isn't going to cost me my husband. If I had thought this could happen I would never have started it in the first place. I was so happy about my discovery that you were actually more feminine than masculine, but now I am afraid I might lose you." "You and I have always been close. No matter what happens that closeness will still be there. There is no taking that away from us. If it is determined that I would be better off as a total woman then we will be best girlfriends. Otherwise I will remain your husband and probably your best girlfriend." "If you remain my husband, what are you going to do about Brent?" "I haven't figured that out yet. But don't worry I'll come up with something." They carried on a conversation about small matters but both of them knew it wasn't going to be easy in the near future, no matter what the outcome of the counselor's recommendations. Thursday morning Brent told Alyssa that Janet had called him with a couple of questions. When she asked what they were he told her Janet would be going over