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Paul's Promotion
by
Heather Alexander
Edited by Donnatella839
Paul came out of the bedroom wearing his Monarch Hotel receptionist's
uniform, (a midnight blue skirt suit worn over a powder blue silk blouse
with a small red ribbon bow set under the collar). He wore light grey
tights, black court shoes with a three-inch heel and his ears were
decorated with two pairs of earrings, fancy silver danglers in the lower
piercing and half-inch sapphire and zirconium clusters in the upper
holes. His perfume was exquisite. His mother had helped put his long
black hair up into a perfect French roll. For work his makeup was
deliberately understated and quite different from how he preferred it to
look, but for males to wear too much makeup on duty was frowned upon in
the reception area of the hotel in which he worked, even though its use
in moderation was mandatory.
Paul believed he had the balance just about right. He checked his
appearance in the hall mirror, patted an imaginary stray hair back into
place and took the opportunity to admire his long, expensively manicured
fingernails as he did so. He was very proud of his nails, they were his
own, not acryllic, and on Saturday he had had them finished in a soft
blue that exactly matched his uniform blouse. He had, however, declined
the offer of free decals, a decision his mother said was stupid, as it
would have done his promotion prospects no harm at all, the more
feminine he looked the better. Well Paul could give her no argument on
that score, he realised it was a mistake, but he had felt at the time
they were a trifle ostentatious for a mere receptionist, even though he
was the senior clerk. He wished now that he had had them done; he would
next time he resolved. Picking up the shoulder bag he smiled at his
reflection as he air-kissed his mother's cheek and made to leave the
house.
"You look absolutely lovely, my darling," she murmured softly, returning
his embrace affectionately.
Paul didn't really need to check his jewellery, a pretty watch, a
Tiffany bracelet and four rings including a diamond solitaire worn on
the third finger of his left hand, but he did.. Yes, he was engaged to
be married, (but for how much longer?). He had grave doubts that he
would ever get Lisa to name the date; she had been stalling now for
several weeks. As he walked up the quiet cul-de-sac in which he lived,
confidently smiling at neighbours and friends, he seriously doubted that
life could get much better, except perhaps in the one way he didn't dare
to even think about.
He waited for his bus at the top of the road, got on when it arrived and
paid for his weekly ticket. He climbed to the raised deck where he found
an empty seat and sat to enjoy his first cigarette of the day; as always
he used an ivory cigarette holder to minimise the damage to his
lipstick.
The journey into the city took about an hour. He looked at the passing
cars and the people as they hurriedly moved along. He picked out a young
couple who stood with their arms around each other, looking happy as
they smiled at each other and kissed. They both wore skirts and high
heeled shoes of course, almost everybody did and, from his seat on the
bus he couldn't be sure which one was the genetic female but it didn't
matter.
Normally on his journey into work he thought of the future in so far as
it affected his promotion prospects, but his thoughts today were very
much in the past. He was twenty-seven and it was twelve years last week
that the feminist movement had first swept to power, winning all but a
dozen seats throughout the country. Since then they had won three more
presidential elections, the last two with an absolute majority, so their
popularity was obvious. They had quickly assumed control of all the
businesses and replaced all senior male staff with females. Apart from
labourers, the only men who had been kept on were those who complied
fully with the new dress code, (all male clothing was banned outside the
wearers home). Paul's mother had been very active in her support of the
feminist movement both before that momentous election victory and since.
She had helped to formulate the new regulations and had raised her son
to be eager to wear both dresses and cosmetics just as soon as the new
laws were announced - to his father's disgust of course.
His father had lost his job in the third week - his wife and son were
furious as they both believed it would affect Paul's chances in the
future. His dad was made to do all kinds of menial jobs around the
house, he was abused verbally and physically by both his wife and son,
but especially his daughter and there was widespread relief when he
eventually gave in to peer pressure and started to dress correctly. He
surprised himself by quite enjoying the experience but either way, it
was better than his wife's constant nagging.
Paul had been longing to start wearing skirts and dresses outside the
house and it wasn't long before he got his first, and only job as a
junior receptionist at the biggest hotel in the city. He rose through
the ranks to supervisor and eventually to shift manager. As a class two
citizen, (women and fully transgendered males were the only people in
class one), his pay and perks were good and all of the senior managers
assured him that it wouldn't be long before he was promoted to reception
manager. He was invariably beautifully dressed and was always being
chatted up by affluent lady guests and members of management. His one
and only complaint about the new order was that males were forbidden to
wear any form of padding that simulated breasts, in fact even the
wearing of a bra was forbidden to them, and this applied whether he was
socialising or working. It was the only obvious difference between the
men and real women. He was only too well aware that if he could get just
one more promotion, or if he could get Lisa to marry him, he would
become a class one citizen and enjoy all the benefits which that
entailed. He didn't really care how it came about - just so long as it
did, he'd give anything to have tits.
Once more he looked at his engagement ring and thought of the beautiful
Lisa who had given it to him. Last Friday she had taken him to a dinner
dance to which he had worn a full-length silk gown and five inch heels.
As she had lead him round the floor their dresses had swished noisily
together he had been close to paradise as she held him firmly to her
magnificent breasts. But he didn't like her to keep on kissing him while
they were dancing, one big snog in particular had really spoiled his
makeup causing him to run to the communal powder room as soon as the
dance finished for emergency repairs. After the dance she had, of
course, taken the most beautiful boy in the country to bed and had her
way with him, several times. Later, much later, as they lay together,
Paul was contentedly sucking and licking her superb nipples when she
mumbled how much she loved him.
"But you don't love me enough to marry me, do you?" he had replied.
Lisa closed her eyes and looked away from him, "Here we go again. Of
course, I love you, Paul," she replied.
"You don't say it like you mean it, or like you used to," he pouted,
pulling away from her grasp.
Lisa put her arm round his shoulders and pulled him back down, but he
resisted and after a while she gave up.
"What is it with you men always looking for commitment? We have got
engaged, haven't we? We will get married one day, but I don't want to
think about settling down yet, I just want good sex and some fun. That's
what this was all about in the beginning as I remember, but not now, Now
you need to be constantly reassured that I love you. Well if I didn't
love you then I wouldn't be here," she said, "would I?".
That set Paul off. "What the hell does that mean, all you want is fun?
Do you have someone else, well do you?" Paul screamed getting out of the
bed and turning his back on her. He realised then and there that this
relationship was going nowhere. It was the type of relationship he could
find anywhere. He remembered bitterly his last relationship if he could
even dignify what they had with that word. That had only lasted three
months and all, that girl seemed interested in was having sex. He winced
when he remembered the night he had to end it.
He started to get dressed, garter belt, panties, slip and nylons as Lisa
watched him from the bed they had just shared. "Don't go, darling,
please don't go," she said.
He turned his head and looked into her eyes, "Do you love me?" he
whispered.
"How many more times? I have said I'm not ready to marry you, and you
don't want us to just live together. We've only been together for a few
months and it's way to early for that kind of commitment," she said,
getting out of bed and walking over to where he stood by the dresser
getting ready to re-do his face. She put her hand on his shoulder and
pulled him into her naked breasts, but he pulled away from her and
turned to face her. She could see that he was crying the tears were
streaming down his face.
"I can see now that you never wanted this relationship to go anywhere,"
he cried, "all you wanted was a sex toy that would let you get your
needs fulfilled. Well I'm not some overgrown doll that you can use then
pack away till the next time you need a scratch. Yes I do want a
relationship that will lead somewhere. Yes I do want to get married and
yes I do want a family but that's not what you want I can see that now,
so would you please let me go and leave me alone," he said.
Paul watched as Lisa got dressed and made to leave the hotel room.
"Paul, this isn't over until I say it is - do you understand? It's not
over by a long chalk. As far as I am concerned we are still engaged and
I will see you at work on Monday." When the door closed behind her he
broke down in floods of tears and fell onto the bed.
Well today was Monday and he had to face her, it was more than his job
was worth to simply walk out on the managing director's daughter. Even
now those thoughts made him cry and a tear rolled down his perfectly
made up cheek as he sat there waiting for the doors of the bus to open.
Almost before he realised it he was walking along the pavement,
habitually smiling at everybody, hips swaying gently but provocatively
as he walked. Four minutes later he had clocked in and was ready to
relieve Peter, the desk clerk who had been on duty all night. But before
he could actually take over, Paul was ordered to report to the managing
directors office on the 12th floor. He hoped it was Lisa since he hadn't
seen her since Friday. He would be more than happy to apologise, to kiss
and make up and he was in need of some good news to cheer him up. On the
other hand it could be her mother waiting to tear him apart, and that
could make things very different.
Although he was going upstairs ostensibly on business, force of habit
made him grab his handbag from under the counter as he headed towards
the lift, where he quickly re-checked his makeup. it was a rapid rise
lift and just a few seconds later it stopped at the 12th floor where he
found Peggy Mitchell, the managing directors PA waiting. Peggy carried a
lot of authority in her own right, which she made obvious by her
demeanour. Quickly but thoroughly she ran her experienced eye over Paul
and smiled at him.
"Good morning, Paul, you look particularly nice this morning; I love
your nails. Were you not told on Friday that you were required for
interview this morning?" she enquired, almost tenderly.
"No, Miss Mitchell, I was not," Paul truthfully replied, instantly
relieved that the reason he'd been sent for had nothing to do with his
breaking up with Lisa.
"Fair enough, though I shall be checking on that. Follow me." She led
the way into her office, waving an elegant hand vaguely in the direction
of an easy chair. "How do you prefer to be addressed, as Paul, Ms Paul
or Paula?" she smiled.
"Well Paula would be wonderful, though no one has ever called me that,
except my mum in private and Lisa at special moments," he grinned, so I
guess I'd better stick with Paul."
"Yes, perhaps that might be the proper course of action, but since you
are being promoted to reception manageress on Wednesday and since just
about everybody in that department already knows, I see no point in
trying to keep it a secret, do you?"
Paul's obvious delight was spread all over his face, he could hardly
believe his ears. He just had to ask if it was some kind of joke.
"No, Paula, it's no joke, honestly it's not."
"Oh, Miss Mitchell, you called me Paula!"
"I certainly did, and you can start using my first name whenever you
want. Now then, there are some things we have to attend to, and from
what I have heard one of them will be a priority for you. You are now
eligible to have breast augmentation surgery I imagine you will be
pleased about that. Am I right?"
"Yes, of course you are, I rather think you knew that."
"I surmised. Get yourself off home now and tell your mother the good
news - I am sure she will be delighted even if your father isn't."
Paula laughed. "Oh, Daddy will be alright about it. There was a time,
several years ago that he would have grumbled, told me I was stupid or
something and tried to talk me out of it, but he has accepted the way
things are now. In any case, if he did dare to grumble, Mummy would soon
give him a smack and put him right. When can it be done?"
"You will need to ring the surgery to arrange things. If you do so now
it may be possible to get it done tomorrow."
"That's fantastic, I thought I might have to wait ages - like until
Wednesday."
Peggy Mitchell chuckled. "It could still take a while. There is a new
implant system in use now, very much quicker than before, but unlike the
previous system, this is irreversible; once it's done it stays done."
"That's fine by me. I cannot imagine ever wanting them removed."
"I don't suppose for a minute that you can, but think twice before you
have them made too big, they can't be made smaller either."
Paul moved to leave the office. He suddenly asked if he might ask her a
question. She agreed that he could.
"Do you think my promotion will affect my relationship with Lisa? We had
a row on Friday, she doesn't want to get married and have a family, not
yet anyway, and things are somewhat fragile between us. If I have them
done the size I would like, will this affect our chances of a
reconcilliation?"
"Well it might, but if she really loves you then she'll come round,
provided you don't go the whole hog and have SRS as well."
"No, I shant do that, because I do want to get married and have a
family."
"I see. Well that's up to you of course, but take my advice and don't
have them made bigger than Lisa's if you really do want to get back
together and have a peaceful future. However, if she doesn't like them
and you do break up, let me know - I am in the market for a beautiful
spouse with luscious boobs."
His mother was extremely pleased to hear the news and there were major
celebrations in the household that night. His father was less pleased
but kept it well hidden from his spouse who kept giving him looks in
case he said anything he shouldn't.
Paul was in a world of his own as he awaited his new breasts, his mother
called in a few favours and had him bumped a bit further up the list at
a local clinic, now it would take place on Tuesday morning and he would
be fine to start work on Wednesday.
He was incredibly nervous as he waited his surgery, his mother held his
hand and a young nurse called John reassured him as he was wheeled into
the theatre. The surgeon, Dr. Karen Weir gave a gentle smile as he
watched her get ready, then the mask was slipped over his face and he
gradually fell asleep.
When he woke up a few hours later he focused and looked down the bed,
but he couldn't see his feet because of the mounds that pushed up the
sheet, he smiled and tried to touch them.
"Don't do that," a voice said he turned to his left and saw John the
nurse standing there. "Please refrain from touching for the first twelve
hours to let the process settle down. Now that you're awake I'll call
your mother, she's been worried about you," he added with a warm smile
then he turned and left the room.
As his mother entered she was smiling, "you look beautiful darling," she
said as she reached the bed and took his hand in hers.
He was cleared to leave later that day and he went home, his father said
nothing as he walked through the door.
"Go straight up to your bedroom and I'll be there in a couple of
minutes," his mother instructed.
He walked up the stairs and went into his bedroom. He walked through to
the bathroom and carefully took off his blouse. His boobs were
everything he had hoped they would be, two magnificent globes of pink
skin covering C cup pert breasts with round areoles and prominent
nipples.
"Are you in here," his mother said from the bedroom.
"Yes." He turned and walked out of the room he saw his mother standing
in the room, carrying a couple of bags with designer names.
"For you." She handed them over he took them and opened them up and
found some beautiful lingerie.
"They'll tide you over till we can go shopping together."
"Thanks mum," he said, then he gave her a big hug as she embraced him in
her arms.
Wednesday morning couldn't come round quickly enough, he was awake long
before his alarm clock went off. He got into the shower and stood there
as the water ran over his body and especially his breasts, he watched as
the droplets fell from the nipples, he couldn't help himself he touched
them they were soft and sensual he could feel a jolt of electricity
pulse through his body as he caressed them. If that was how genetic
women felt when they were touched, he wondered how on earth they stopped
themselves from doing it all the time.
He chose a powder blue satin bra and panties set, the bra cupped his
breasts and held them up. There was a knock on the door.
"Enter."
The door opened and his mother popped her head through, "Just came to
see how you are getting on with the bra, ah you've mastered it already.
You are beautiful now Paula."
"Thank you I feel like Paula now."
He got dressed in his uniform and his mother helped him with his hair
and his makeup then he looked at himself in the mirror and he was amazed
at his new look, the breasts lifted the blouse and jiggled delightfully
when he moved. God it made him horny.
Walking down the street he could feel people staring at him especially
the neighbours, and this made him feel really good.
He walked through the entrance of the hotel and clocked in.
"Wow you look fantastic."
"Thanks Scott," he said as he passed one of his juniors.
Peter couldn't take his eyes off him as he walked over to the reception
desk.
"Stop staring Peter I'm your boss now."
"Yes, sorry boss, this came for you yesterday," he said and handed over
his new nametag, which read Paula manageress. He put it on and smiled.
Later, he was speaking on the phone when he saw someone standing in
front of the desk.
"We'll have the suite ready for your arrival, no problem," he replied,
finishing the call. Putting the phone down he looked up and saw Lisa
standing there.
"Wow, Paul, you look beautiful. Can we talk?"
"I think we've said everything we need to say don't you?" He tried not
to sound too angry.
"You were right, I was completely out of order last Friday. Please can
we talk, how about Friday night I can book us a table at that little
Italian place you like so much what do you say?"
He though about it for a while, should he agree or tell her to get lost
and throw that ring in her face. The trouble was that he really did love
her,
"Yes okay."
"I'll pick you up after work."
"OK."
Lisa turned and walked away; he watched her go realising that she was
everything he had ever looked for in a woman. What was more, she was
destined to take over as the managing director of the hotel from her
mother.
Friday came around quickly he packed a little black dress into his bag
so he could get changed before he went out with Lisa.
The day went past in a flash as he waited for the date with Lisa. He
clocked off and went into the bathroom and got changed, it was the first
time he had put the dress on since he'd had his boobs. The dress was
short and quite low cut, it showed off his breasts and he found he
needed to take off his bra as it didn't work with the halter neck straps
of the dress. It clung to his frame like a second skin; he touched up
his makeup and let down his hair then he put his clothes in the bag and
walked out of the bathroom he walked out of the back door where he found
Lisa standing beside her Mazda MX5 she gave him a wolf whistle as he
crossed the car park towards her.
"You look fantastic," she said as she gave him a peck on the check. She
opened the passenger door and he got in.
The car cruised through the light evening traffic she parked the car and
they walked to the restaurant.
The waiter seated them in a secluded area of the restaurant away from
the prying eyes of the other customers.
"Well what would you like?" she asked.
"I'll have my usual."
She turned to the waiter, "Two chef's specials and a bottle of your best
claret."
The waiter turned and walked over to the kitchen.
"Well Lisa what do you want to talk about?"
"Paula I don't find it easy to say that I'm in the wrong but in your
case I have to say that I was wrong, very wrong. I have been doing a lot
of thinking since last Friday night. I have to admit that I was out of
order with the way I spoke to you and I was disgusted with myself that I
could have lost you so easily. I've made a big decision; I want us to
get married as quickly as possible."
Paula was stunned as he sat there, was this a dream? He wanted to pinch
himself in case this was a dream, but it wasn't. He smiled at her. She
got up and moved round the table and they hugged.
"Are you regretting the boobs now?"
"No it means I can now wear that strapless dress I've always wanted to
wear."
They both smiled then they kissed. It was the best kiss ever and Paul
knew he was getting the promotion he really wanted now.
The End
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