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A Different Perspective by Holly Hill Eric Jeffreys and his wife Dianne were awakened by the sound of the neighbor's lawn mower. They had slept far too soundly. By the amount of light that was streaming into the room, the hour was very late, even by L.A. standards. "My, you must have been tired," Dianne said, giving Eric a playful pinch. "I was. Your sister has been working me to death." "Chris is probably up by now. She hadn't mentioned the fact that you have been working so hard. In fact, she told me that your time at the shop has been pretty leisurely." Eric hated to agree but his time working in Denver has been wonderful. Since his layoff from the factory and his subsequent agreement to help in Chris' shop, his life had been radically changed- for the superb. He slipped out of bed and looked in the dresser mirror. His male body was at odds with his brightly-colored nails, arched eyebrows and permed hair. He crossed to his dresser and opened his underwear drawer. A few panties, two bras and a camisole were all that he found. "All of Eric's clothes are in boxes in the basement," Dianne reminded him. "Would it be OK if I dressed as Rachael today?" "With the hair and nails, I think that would look best." Rachael was Eric's other self, the one that had been staying with Chris in Denver. For as long as Eric could remember he had cross-dressed. First in his mother's and older sister's clothes, then later in his wife's, all without anyone's knowledge. Finally after many years of marriage Eric got up the nerve to announce his feminine side. Dianne was tolerant but troubled by the revelation, and more than a little upset about all of the lies and deceit. It has been an awkward four years since he had revealed Rachael to his wife, but they had been able to reach a comfortable arrangement. "Dianne, you take the bathroom first. It always takes me a little longer." "OK, and I want to thank Eric for last night!" she said in a conspiratorial whisper. "That was my pleasure," he replied with a broad grin. It had been many weeks since Eric and Dianne had been together and there was some pent-up passion that they quenched thoroughly during a tender session of lovemaking. Eric had sought to provide for Dianne's every need- apparently he had succeeded. After Dianne closed the door to the bathroom, Eric again inspected himself in the mirror. His fingernails were coated with acrylic, filed to feminine shape and coated in shiny garnet polish. There was a matching color on his toenails. His dark-blond hair was a mass of curls, colored and permed by Dianne's hairstylist. His eyebrows were plucked to a high arch and his feminine appearance pleased him. The middle of his body betrayed his male self, but he knew just how to rectify that issue and remove the unsightly bulge- a little tape would do the magic. Eric pulled out a matching bra, panty and camisole from his underwear drawer and then arranged his makeup in front of the large mirror. Dianne, Chris and Rachael had all gone down to the mall for makeovers during one magic week several months ago and a professional showed him how to achieve a feminine appearance. To be sure, he did not pass effortlessly. He was still too tall, had too many muscles in the wrong places, had a thick waist and not enough hips. With close scrutiny he could never pass as a woman, but he found that most will allow him to be the gender that he presented himself to be. As he continued to arrange his things, Dianne emerged from the bathroom. Eric gave her smile. "You look really nice, Dianne. I love what you are doing with your makeup." "It is all because of that bitch Rachael!" Dianne announced with a giggle. "She always looks like something out of a fashion magazine- it makes me have to work that much harder." "Honey, if Rachael had half of what you do, she would be in heaven. I like the slacks, are they new?" Rachael asked, regarding her outfit. Dianne's cinnamon-colored slacks complemented her ivory twin-set beautifully. "These old things," Dianne said with a wink, "I'm going to go down and look after Chris. Will Rachael be down in a little bit?" "Yes, but it is going to take considerably longer than it took you." Dianne left the room as Eric took over the bathroom to start the transformation into Rachael. ++++++++++++++ "Good morning," Chris called from the kitchen table as Dianne entered. Chris was wearing a beautiful robe over a matching nightgown, all in a fetching shade of turquoise. "Hi there. How did you sleep?" "Very well, how about yourself?" Chris asked with a knowing smile. "It took a little while for me to fall asleep." "It sounded like you were having a good time. I could hear you from my room, and I wouldn't be surprised if the whole neighborhood could hear you." "Yes, it had been a long time." Dianne said, face reddening. "Is Rachael going to be joining us for breakfast?" Chris said, with an edge of hesitation. "Yes, she'll be down in a bit- probably closer to an hour." Dianne said with a grin. "She has been getting faster with her morning routine, of course she's had some practice." Chris smiled inwardly, thinking back to the first couple of mornings in Denver. After morning exercises, Rachael would take an hour to get ready. With a daily routine of makeup and wardrobe, she was getting much quicker. "Rachael has that job interview in Denver next Thursday. Are you going to be OK with that?" Chris asked. "I think so. I'm pretty sure that I will be relocating from the L.A. office to Denver anyway, so that will work out." "So you think the promotion will go through? That'll be wonderful!" "Yes, it's going to happen. My boss authorized me to start looking for a place in Denver- they are even going to be taking care of the relocation." "That sounds pretty good. Have you thought about where you might move?" "I'm thinking maybe a duplex or maybe we might try to find a house. Somewhere Rachael and I might have a bit more privacy and freedom." "Well, it sounds like your job is taken care of. Do you think the position that Rachael is looking at will work out for you guys?" "You should know that Rachael is perfectly comfortable working in your shop and knows all about breast forms and such. It sounds like an option," Dianne said. "He has certainly been a help for me since April has been gone." "How is April and the new member of the family?" "Mother and Father are very proud of their new little daughter." "Is April planning to come back to work at the store?" Dianne asked. "She is due back in about three weeks." "Chris..." Dianne hesitated, and then continued, "Do you know much about the company that Rachael is going to see?" "Yes, they are one of the biggest manufacturers of mastectomy products this side of the Mississippi." "And they are planning to do something for the transgender community?" "From what I gather, what they want to do is to develop a support program for cross-dressers and to work with their distributors to understand their special needs." "Chris, what's the big deal. I mean why do they need to hire someone to do this for them." "There is really a lot of mis-information and downright hostility with people who cross-dress. I think they want to make it easier for people to access the services that they need." "These are just tits, Chris, what's the big deal?" "Dianne, please! For someone who works with mastectomy patients on a daily basis, I can assure you it is not 'just tits.' Women who have had a mastectomy are very concerned with their body image. I can only imagine what it is like for a cross-dresser who was never born with 'tits' at all?" "They just get in the way, get sore, and cause creases in your shoulders from the bra straps." "Maybe you should try to explain that to one of my patients after she looses one of her breasts to cancer. Better yet, ask Rachael what her reaction was the first time that she wore a silicone form." "And so, what the company wants to do is to create another market for their products," Dianne continued. "I guess that would be the cynical explanation." "I'm just trying to make sure that Eric, or maybe I should say Rachael, isn't just being hustled." "I have worked with these people for a long time. I really think they are on the level, Dianne, or I wouldn't suggest that Rachael get involved with them." "I'm sorry, Chris. I should have thought a little bit more before I said that." "I can understand your hesitation, Dianne. Unlike working at my shop, Rachael will definitely be going into Indian country and neither of us will be there to watch out for her." "Do you think the company will expect her to dress all the time as Rachael?" Dianne asked. "They didn't really express a preference. I suppose that it could be either Eric or Rachael, or maybe some type of androgynous presentation." "I'm pretty sure it won't be that last one," Dianne explained, "I have talked Eric about that and he wants his clothing to be either all male or all female." "I never knew that!" "He doesn't under-dress or get any kick out of something like wearing women's jeans with a male shirt. If he dresses he goes all the way feminine- hair, nails, makeup, everything." "That's interesting. How does he explain that?" Chris asked, her curiosity piqued. "When we went to the counselor she was pretty worried about it," Dianne explained, "but Eric was adamant- in his mind anything less than being all Eric or all Rachael would just be a fetish." "Wow..." Chris chuckled, "What did the doctor have to say about that?" "Not much, the doctor just wanted to make sure that Eric did not suffer from any mental illness. We all agreed- he may be weird, but at least he isn't crazy," Dianne said, causing them both to start laughing. ++++++++++++++ Rachael entered the room to the sounds of laughter. "Well, you two seem to be enjoying yourselves." "Actually, yes, we are. It's been quite exciting this past couple of months and it is great to be able to catch up," Chris explained. "You look really nice," Dianne announced, "I like the outfit. Did you get that in Denver?" "Yes, Chris and I do a lot of shopping," Rachael said, eliciting a grown from Chris. "I got the blouse at the mall and the skirt we found at one of the consignment shops." "We were talking about your job possibility. Are you still planning to go for the interview?" Dianne asked. "I think I would like to at least talk to them about it," Rachael replied. "Chris was saying it is a pretty big place." "Yes, and everyone that I have spoken with there have been really nice." Rachael said. "When I'm working at Chris' shop, I usually end up calling over there a couple of times a week to place orders or check the status of something. They are a pretty impressive organization." "What is the name of the company?" Dianne asked. "The division in Denver that make the breast forms is called Normacare. They are part of a larger health care company called Finestone Pharmaceuticals." "I think I have heard of Finestone. They ARE big." "I get a chance to go over to the Denver office a couple of times a year for workshops, it is a beautiful facility," Chris added. "What do you think about the program that they are setting up?" Dianne asked. "I would like to get some more details, but the idea of being able to assist other cross-dressers in selecting the proper forms and foundation garments is exciting. I still have a lot of questions for them." "They are also thinking about having you travel to conventions and events. Is that going to be a hassle?" Dianne asked. "I don't think so. What little bit of traveling that I have done as Rachael has been pretty routine. Some scrutiny of my ID card and boarding pass and they just send me through as normal." "Well, we had probably better get some breakfast going or we are just going to sit here at the kitchen table all day and starve to death." Dianne joked, raising from her chair and heading toward the refrigerator. "I'll help," Rachael offered, getting up as well. "You set the table and I will get some eggs in the skillet." "And I'd better get dressed," Chris said, hurrying back to the guest room. ++++++++++++++ After breakfast the three ladies sat at the table drinking coffee and visiting. "Rachael, have you thought about what you might wear to your interview?" Chris asked. "I have been struggling with that. I'm not sure whether I should go dressed as Eric or Rachael." "If you would like my opinion, I think that you should go dressed as Rachael," Dianne offered. "I think Dianne is right," Chris said. "That was my preference also, but I just wanted to make sure I wasn't just projecting my desire to dress into the situation." "Your ability to present a feminine image will be an important hiring criteria. I really think they are going to want to interview Rachael," Dianne said as Chris nodded her agreement. "Now the only thing left to decide is what I have to wear for the interview." "I really think we need to get you something a little less frilly than you usually wear. Something in a dark suit, navy I would think," Dianne suggested as Rachael wrinkled her nose. "Yes, but maybe a patterned blouse or something with a bit of lace to express some femininity," Chris said. "That sounds better, businesslike with a bit of style. Navy mid-heel pumps and a matching bag, dark hose and gold jewelry." Rachael said, eyes glazing over. "You are getting into this, aren't you," Dianne smiled. "It just means another shopping trip. This one is becoming a real clothes-horse," Chris noted. "One other thing- you are going to need a resume," Dianne added. "You're right. I've never had to do one. I sure didn't need one when I interviewed at the factory." "Chris and I will help you get something worked up this evening. Right now we should probably think about getting out to the mall before it gets busy." ++++++++++++++ Sadly, the ladies didn't make it to the mall before the crowd. They were able to locate a great looking navy suit, a beautiful ivory blouse with a sea-shell pattern and the matching shoes and accessories. Besides the shopping, they had a nice lunch at the food court and took in a movie. After a full day, the ladies settled in for the evening. "We should probably get a resume put together for you, Rachael." Chris reminded. "And what do we need to do about the layoff recall notice?" Dianne inquired. "I'll call the Union next week and let them know that I we plan to relocate and that it is unlikely that I will be returning to work. I'll also let the Department of Labor know that I have an out-of-town interview and hopefully I'll be able to keep drawing unemployment until everything is settled." "Rachael, do you plan on flying back with me to Denver on Monday?" Chris asked. "I think so. I'll be able to fill in at the office. I'll need to be back there on Thursday for the interview anyway. Is that going to be OK, Dianne?" "Sure," Dianne replied in a resigned tone. "When are you coming up to Denver to look for a place?" Chris asked. "I'm planning to fly up around the first of the month. That's only a couple of weeks away." "Will you be able to stay for a while?" Rachael asked. "I think I will be able to stay the weekend and probably a couple of days extra. I will need to do some checking on utilities, getting set up with a bank and stuff." "Are you going to want to stay with me?" Chris asked. "The company has offered to put me up in a hotel. Is that going to work out OK?" "It will probably be more comfortable than someone sleeping on the couch at my place." "I'll have the company make the arrangements next week." ++++++++++++++ The rest of the weekend went quickly and Rachael and Chris headed for LAX Sunday afternoon. The travel was uneventful and they ended up at the Denver airport right on time. A quick bus trip to the Park-and-Ride lot got them back to Chris' apartment just after dark. Usually on Sunday evening Chris would have Eric make his appearance in order to call the unemployment office and to give him a bit of time for stress relief. "Rachael, is Eric going to come over this evening?" Chris asked, using their code-phrase. "No, Eric called the unemployment office before we came back to Denver, and Dianne took care of the other issue Friday night so I think I'll be able to remain as Rachael tonight." "OK, well I'm tired and would like to head off to bed. Do you want the bathroom first?" "No, Chris, you go ahead. I'll call Dianne and let her know we got in OK." "Great, see you in a bit." Chris exited toward the bathroom and left Rachael to her thoughts. Chris and Rachael had an agreement- as long as it was Rachael, Chris would allow her could sleep in the same bed. Eric, however, had to sleep on the couch and Chris would sleep in the queen bed alone. Since the couch was not all that comfortable, Rachael was not disappointed that she would be able to sleep in Chris' bed tonight. Rachael spoke briefly with Dianne and right after hanging up, Chris came out of the bathroom in her nightgown. "Chris, when I was in LA I put on my tape, but I never got you to do your artwork." "Sure, honey, let me get the marker." As part of her process of transformation, Rachael would tuck and tape to give herself a feminine shape. They had a game where Chris would draw a 'pussy' on Rachael's tape, then declare her an official girl. It was just a silly thing, but it was very important for Rachael to hear Chris pronounce her female status. "I'm ready," Chris announced, coming into the room with the marker. Chris drew two lines about a quarter inch apart about where a woman's mons would be, then continued the lines between Rachael's legs. She then drew a semi-circle on the top and drew another line between the others. "There you are, honey. You're official." As Chris stood, Rachael hugged her tightly and told her she was the best. "You better get ready for bed, exercise class starts early tomorrow." ++++++++++++++ The sound of the alarm awakened them early the next morning. "Ready to exercise?" Rachael asked brightly. "Right after you," Chris said, sleepily. The pair got up and put on their workout gear and headed for the living room. They started the DVD and got through the warm-up. "We must be getting better at this," Rachael said between breaths, "I am starting to be able to keep up." "Remember when we couldn't even get through the warm-up without keeling over. We must be getting into shape." After the exercise session, Rachael took the bathroom while Chris arranged things for breakfast and did some morning chores. Tomorrow Chris would get the bathroom first, but that usually didn't take quite as long. After a healthy breakfast, Chris headed for the bathroom and Rachael cleaned up the breakfast dishes. After Chris was ready, they made the short drive to the shop and arrived just before eight AM. Chris went to check messages in her office and Rachael went to the 'cave,' which is what April called their office. It was more of a work-room with a collection of file cabinets, record boxes and tables. April and Rachael's small desk had a stack of file folders neatly ordered for the patients that Chris was scheduled to see this week. Right after 8 AM the telephone rang. "Complete Women's Health, this is Rachael," she answered in her practiced feminine voice. "Hello Rachael, my name is Anna and I have recently had breast surgery. I would like to see someone about breast forms." "OK Anna, Chris is our consultant and we would be happy to set up an appointment for you. Just let me get a little information." After they talked for a bit, Rachael was able to get an appointment set up for later that week. That was pretty much the routine since Rachael had come to work at the shop. A knock at the back door meant a delivery was on the way in. Rachael opened the back door and looked out. "Good morning, Gary," Rachael said to the driver as he brought a large box into the rear door and through to the store room. "That's everything for this trip, Rachael," the driver said, handing over the digital clipboard for a signature. "Thanks, Gary. We'll see you tomorrow." The box was from Normacare. Rachael carefully opened the box and compared the packing list with the order. One of the breast forms on the order was marked as not shipped. This wasn't unusual, but Rachael knew that the customer was planning to come in later that week. She made a note to call and get an expected shipment date so she could reschedule the appointment. After storing the rest of the items in the stockroom, Rachael went back to the office to make some calls. Her last call was to Normacare. "Normacare, this is Amber, how can I help you?" "Hi Amber, this is Rachael from Complete Women's Health." "Oh, Hi Rachael. How was your weekend?" "Chris and I went to L.A. so we were both tired by the time we got home last evening. How about you?" "Pretty much the same. Just stayed home and did housework." They visited briefly and then Rachael continued, "Amber, I'm calling about an order we received this morning, there was a NormaLite type 5 style 132 size 6 that we ordered that was marked as not shipped. I wanted to get a back-order date on that so I can re-schedule the customer." "NovaLite type 5, that's a tear-drop?" Amber asked. "Yes, do you need the patients name?" "No, it's just that they had some problems with the tear-drop forms last week and we are a little behind in getting them out. Let me see what they are saying about an expected ship date." "Great," Rachael replied, hearing Amber typing into her computer. "Good news, Rachael. It looks like that one will be going out this afternoon. You should have it tomorrow." "That will work out, the customer is due in on Thursday." "You'll have it in plenty of time for the appointment." "Is there anything else today, Rachael?" "No, that's everything." "I hear that you might be out here this week." "Wow, how did you know about that?" "Denise, the lady that is going to be interviewing you. She stopped me in the hall and asked if I had ever talked to you. Of course I told her you were super." "Thanks so much, Amber. I'm sorry that you got put on the spot like that." "There was no problem. You're going to love it here, Rachael." "Thanks, Amber, I'm looking forward to finding out more about the position. Would it be OK if I popped in to meet you while I am there?" "That would be fantastic! I'll ask Denise to bring you by and you can meet all of us!" "I can't wait, we'll see you on Thursday." "Thanks for calling Normacare, Rachael." After hanging up the phone, panic set in. "What was I thinking?" Rachael said to herself. She wondered why she had suggested that she stop by and visit Amber. Amber and her and talked many times on the phone, but certainly in person she would be able to tell that that Rachael was not a woman. She also wondered what Denise had told Amber about the position they were talking to Rachael about. Rachael was pounding her head on the desk when Chris walked in. "What's the problem, Rachael?" Chris asked with concern, "You look troubled." Rachael related the conversation with Amber but Chris didn't look the least bit upset. "Really, Rachael, I don't think there will be any problem." "I don't want to make Amber and all of the other sales agents out there feel betrayed." "Why should they?" Chris asked in astonishment. "Because I lied to them!" "When did you do that?" "Well, I call out there and tell them my name is Rachael, I use a feminine voice and do everything that I can to make them think I am a woman." "I need to tell you something, but I don't quite know how to put it." "Something worse than this?" Rachael gasped. "They know..," Chris said. "How?" "I'm not sure, but when I was out there for the conference one of the agents asked me about it." "I'm dead!" "No, you're not. They know, so you aren't lying to anyone. Even with all of the agents knowing that Rachael has a penis, they are still willing to treat you like a trusted friend. Doesn't that tell you something?" "All of them know, even Amber?" Chris hesitated, "Amber was the one who asked me." "I just can't believe they are going to accept me." "Why shouldn't they accept you?" "Because I'm a fake." "Rachael, stop it. You are not. Why should the rest of the world accept you for who you are if you aren't willing to accept yourself?" Rachael remained silent. "Please Rachael, just go to the interview, meet Amber and the rest of the people and see for yourself. Have confidence in yourself and the rest of them will follow your lead." "OK," Rachael said with a sniff. "Here, have a tissue- and please, take the notion that you are a fraud or some counterfeit out of your mind. Remember, you are a man that has chosen to be a woman. There is something special about that!" "But I'm not really a woman, Chris" "You are just fixated on plumbing. Being a woman is what is in your heart, not what is in your underwear. Please don't build obstacles for yourself that aren't really there. There are enough real ones to worry about." "I'm so confused." "I wish I could help, Rachael, but all I can say is to follow your heart. You are a very special person, embrace that." "You are such a wonderful friend, Chris." "I need to get back, are you going to be OK?" "Sure, I'll be fine... now." ++++++++++++++ The rest of the week was pretty routine for Rachael, but her level of anxiety rose steadily as the day of her interview approached. Chris noted her increased agitation with amusement. "Everything is going to be fine, Rachael, I promise." "I know in my heart you're right, but this is definitely going to be a different experience for me." "Is there anything that you want to talk about?" Chris inquired. "Well, I just keep hoping that I'm not going to mess something up." "Like how?" "Saying something stupid..." Chris laughed uncontrollably, "You mean something like that?" "Don't be mean, I'm serious." "Rachael, honey, please be assured that you are the perfect choice for this position," Chris said, holding Rachael's hand, "They are looking for a very unique person and you are imminently suited for this job." "It's just that I have never had a job that I would consider a professional position." "Oh, what about your work for me at Complete Women's Health?" "Ahh... Well... I..." Rachael stammered. "When we went to the Renaissance meeting, you practically gave the presentation." "Well, that was different." "How so? When I came out of the meeting I remember coming out of the meeting and thinking that it was me that said something stupid. This is your element, Rachael. You understand being a cross-dresser, transgender, what ever you want to call it. No one can match your understanding unless they've lived it. You are an expert in the field, go with it!" "It's just me, Chris, nothing more." "Then, silly, just be you because that is what Normacare needs." ++++++++++++++ After a fitful night sleep and a drama-filled morning, Rachael arrived at the Normacare office just before ten. Before she left the shop, Rachael was so panicked that a couple of times Chris threatened to give her a Valium to calm her down. She pulled into the lot and parked in a visitor space. She then pulled down the visor and checked her hair and makeup for the hundredth time since she left the shop. As she walked toward the front door, she hesitated, thinking how she would announce herself. She finally resolved to use her name the same way it was on her drivers license. Rachael approached the receptionist and gave a bright smile. "Hi, I'm Eric Jeffreys, and I'm here for an interview with Denise Walker." "Oh, Hi Rachael, we've been expecting you. Denise will be with you in just a bit but she wanted to have you get started on some paperwork. Here is an application and a couple of release forms for you to sign. You can have a seat over there and please let me know if you have any questions." "OK, Thank you." "Would you like a cup of coffee or some water or something?" "Nothing right now. I'll get started on this paperwork." "Oh, I'm Donna, by the way." "Nice to meet you, Donna," Rachael said sweetly, giving her offered hand a brief shake. Donna was a redhead with a clear complexion and an upturned nose. She wore the briefest of makeup which complimented her butterfly-motif blouse. Her smile seemed to brighten up the whole room. Rachael sat at the table indicated and started going through the stack of paperwork. The job application was pretty normal, name- address- job history, the usual. There were a couple of forms that she examined with some hesitation. One was a release for a background check, the other was regarding the required physical examination and drug test. She remembered what Chris told her, 'you aren't trying to fool anyone, you are just who you are.' She signed all of the forms 'Eric Jeffreys' and passed the stack back to Donna. "Donna, I have a resume that I would like to include with the application." Rachael announced, passing the two pages across the desk to Donna. "Thank you. That will be perfect. Please have a seat and I'll give Denise a call." Rachael took a seat and after a few minutes a pleasant looking woman wearing a gray pants-suit approached. Her low-heel pumps made a quiet sound on the carpeting as she moved toward where Rachael was sitting. "Hi, Rachael, I'm Denise. Thank you for coming in today." Rachael rose and responded sweetly, "It is my pleasure." Rachael like her immediately. Her green eyeshadow complemented deep brown eyes. Brunette curls fell to her shoulders and Rachael noticed highlights which spoke of some time in the beautician's chair. "If you'd like to follow me back to my office we can visit for a little bit. Would you like anything to drink?" "No, I'm fine, thanks anyway," Rachael said, consciously trying to limit her fluid intake in order to delay the inevitable trip to the restroom. Rachael accompanied Denise back to her very comfortable office. Rachael looked out a window which overlooked a beautiful courtyard. "I just love your facility. It is so beautiful." "Thank you, Rachael. Aesthetics is an important part of what we do here. I guess the building is just an extension of that." Rachael nodded in appreciation. Denise appeared to hesitate and then continued, "Rachael, I have been in contact with our legal department and we are in a bit of quicksand here. I assure you that we want to fill this position with a person such as yourself but there are bound to be some challenges." "I see," Rachael replied with a puzzled look on her face. "What I mean, Rachael, is that our legal people tell me that the EEOC and state labor law can't give us any guidance on this unique position. We are sailing onto uncharted waters." "What can I do to assure you that I don't have any expectations beyond that of regular employee." Rachael said. "I want to be clear, Rachael. For this project to be successful, we need someone with some unique abilities, someone such as yourself. We are willing to provide reasonable accommodations, but we are going to need to ask something of you." "Please, whatever I can do..." "Firstly, I would like you to assure me that if during this interview that if I ask you something that makes you uncomfortable or that you would rather not talk about, please let me know." "I will certainly agree to that." "And should you accept a position here, the same request will apply. Our first goal here is to have satisfied customers, followed closely by the desire to have happy employees. If there is a situation where you are made to feel uncomfortable, I want you to let me know." "Agreed." "Let's take a look at your resume..." Denise continued on a brighter note. They discussed the items on Rachel's resume and when Denise got to the entry about Complete Women's Health, she smiled. "It's great that you have experience with our products. I want to let you know your store consistently gets high marks for customer satisfaction, so it is no small matter that you have been associated with them." "That's very reassuring. Chris does a very good job." "We think that you all do," Denise corrected. "Thank you." "Actually, it was one of the satisfaction surveys that we sent out that got us thinking about starting this project. I think that both you and Chris were involved with the customer." "That's wonderful news," Rachael said, "It is always rewarding to know that your efforts are appreciated." "They are, and that is exactly the customer experience that we would like to foster. We are aware that there are a some challenges for transgendered people to get what they need in a comfortable environment. We want to encourage our dealers to provide high quality products and service to this group and at the same time be sensitive to their needs. Most of our dealers are capable of doing that, they just need the information and contacts in order to make it effective. This is what we hope to provide through Normacare." Rachael was quiet for a moment as she digested the information. "Here is where some of my questions might get a little awkward. Please let me know if you don't want to answer. It is just that we feel we need to know some of these details to know what kind of accommodations that we would need to make for you in the workplace." "OK, please continue." "You are genetically male?" "Yes," Rachael said with a smile. "Do you take hormones?" Denise asked intently. "No." "How do you characterize yourself and your sexuality?" "I'm a heterosexual." "Do you have the desire to transition?" "No." "Are you still OK with me asking these questions?" "I have no problem, Denise," Rachael replied, "This is just who I am." "Have you seen a counselor or received any mental-health support with your cross-dressing?" "Yes." "Please don't discuss any diagnosis, but did you find the counseling useful?" "I think so, yes." "Do you belong to any transgender support or social groups?" "Yes, I belong to a national organization, and also a local group in L.A. I have attended a group meeting here in Denver but I am not a member of that group." "Would you be willing to represent our programs, products and services to these types of organizations?" "I would, but the company is going to need to set up some strict guidelines regarding these organizations. Some of the members are closeted and there are security and privacy concerns associated with contacting them." "Oh, I hadn't considered that." "I was somewhat concerned that you had contacted one of the transgender customers of Complete Women's Health to complete a satisfaction survey. That could have been awkward." "Thank you, I'll make our customer satisfaction people be aware of that. That is exactly the type of knowledge that we are hoping to gain from bringing someone such as yourself into the organization." "I'm certainly willing to share what I know and to help you set up a successful program." "Do you have any questions for me, Rachael?" Rachael asked Denise several questions about the position and the company. "I will probably will think of a million more questions once I leave the building." Rachael said. "We have talked some about the position, but can I find out more the about the hours, number of days per week, dress code, things like that." "We will be pretty flexible regarding the hours. The requisition right now is for up to 24 hours per week. At that number of hours you will qualify for group health benefits, profit sharing and some of the other company benefits. If you are the successful candidate, the salary and a complete list of benefits will be in the offer letter." "Sounds great!" "We request business dress for salaried employees. Fridays are business casual, no cut-off jeans, sweatshirts, jogging suits, or anything like that. For meetings with clients and vendors, our employees are expected to dress appropriately." "Is my gender presentation going to be an issue?" "You have a somewhat unique circumstance, but I think you would be free to dress as either gender. We might need to make you two nameplates!" Denise said with a laugh. Rachael and Denise continued to talk for a while, and when they were finished Denise smiled. "Rachael, there are some people down in the telemarketing department that would like to meet you." "Yes, I think I am ready to meet my Normacare friends in person." ++++++++++++++ Denise lead Rachael through the building and into the telemarketing department. They approached one of the cubicles and waited for the agent to finish up the call. The agent entered a few keystrokes onto the terminal, pushed a button on the telephone and turned to face them. Her face beamed. "Amber, this is Rachael," Denise said. Amber boiled out of her chair and gave Rachael a big hug. "It is so good to meet you, Rachael," she announced, "Well, what do you think of Normacare?" "I love it, I just hope everything works out." One by one, the other agents approached. By the time they were finished, Rachael had met everyone in the department. She had spoken to most of the at one time or another, but there were a couple of the agents that were new to her. "OK, I had better let everyone get back to work," Rachael said, "but it is sure great to meet everyone." "Bye, Rachael," Amber said, returning to her seat and logging back into her terminal, "I hope to see you soon." As they walked to the front of the building, Denise stopped in front of a large office. "Rachael, I would like to have you meet our president." "Sure," she replied, hesitantly. Denise gave a knock on the open door and they entered a richly appointed office. An impeccability dressed slightly older man with salt and pepper gray hair looked up from his desk. Denise addressed him, "Carter, this is... ah... Eric Jeffreys," Denise said, stumbling over the introduction. As the man rose, Denise continued, "Eric goes by the name Rachael." Denise turned toward Rachael, "Rachael, this is Carter Abrams, the president of the Normacare division." "Rachael, it is so good to meet you," Carter said with a wide smile. "It is an honor to meet you, sir," Rachael said, "I certainly appreciate the opportunity to visit your beautiful facility." "I trust that Denise has made you feel comfortable and has been able to answer all of your questions." "Yes, she has been great." They visited briefly, then Carter said, "Well, if anything comes up or you have any questions for me, please give a call." "I appreciate that very much, sir." "Thanks for dropping by Denise, and it was great to meet you, Rachael." "Likewise..." After they exited the office, Rachael blew a long stream of air through pursed lips. "I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable, Rachael," Denise said. "No, it was just unexpected." "Well, you did just fine. Just to let you know, you have made a very good impression on everyone today. More than that, all of your references have been excellent and I have a very good feeling about your future with Normacare." "How long do you think it will be before a decision is made?" Rachael pressed. "We should know next week." Denise said as they approached Donna at the reception desk. "Thanks for everything today, I look forward to hearing from you," Rachael said and then turned to Donna. "I hope to see you soon Donna." "Good bye," Donna said, "Drive safe." Rachael turned back to Denise, "Bye for now." "We'll talk soon," Denise replied as Rachael turned to exit the building. ++++++++++++++ Rachael floated back the office at Complete Women's Health. "Well..." Chris asked as she entered the shop. "They will be making their decision next week." "What did you think?" "Wow, what a beautiful place, and everyone was so nice." "Do you think you'll get it?" Chris asked. "I feel really good. They were very impressed with my references and I think the interview went well." "That would be grand. If you went to work for the company, do you think I could get a better discount?" Chris joked. "I'm not sure about that, but I could probably make sure that you got on the Christmas Card list." "You are a hard case." The ringing of the phone sent Rachael back to work. For the next week, Rachael was on pins and needles. On Wednesday afternoon, Rachael received the call. "Complete Women's Health, this is Rachael." "Hi Rachael, this is Denise Walker from Normacare." "Hello..." "Congratulations, you got the job." Rachael was sobbing, "That's wonderful!" "By the time you get home this evening, an offer letter will have been brought over by courier. Please look it over and give us a call back if the terms are acceptable." "I can't wait to see it." "Everything is as we discussed with a few more details about salary and benefits. Oh, and when do you think you might like to start?" "I'd like to discuss it with Chris, but would the fifth of the month, next Wednesday, work OK." "Yes, that would work fine. Please be sure to let me know if you have any questions about the offer. My contact information is in with the offer letter." "Thank you SO much, Denise. I look forward to working with you." "Me too, Rachael. Talk to you soon." "Bye..." Rachael dropped the phone and almost fell out of the chair. She rose and ran to Chris' office. "Chris, I got it..." "The job at Normacare?!?" "YES!" Chris jumped up and hugged Rachael tightly. "This is fantastic news- and it is great that Dianne will be here this weekend. We can all celebrate! When would they like you to start?" "I told them that I would need to talk to you, but they agreed that I could start next Wednesday." "That will work fine," Chris said with a smile. "I thought that I might be able to work Monday and Tuesday here," Rachael continued, "and then work the later part of the week at Normacare. That would allow April to come back part time to start." "That sounds great, but unless I miss my guess you will end up working full-time before long." "We'll see, I'll take it one step at a time. If it is OK, I'd like to call Dianne and let her know." "Sure, tell her I said hello." ++++++++++++++ Amber sat in the lunchroom at Normacare gazing out the window toward the courtyard. She turned to see one of the other sales agents walking toward her table. Heather was short, cute and had a great attitude. Everyone got along with her. "Hi Amber, can I have a seat?" "Sure, just enjoying the view." "Are there any cute guys out there?" Heather asked. "No, they mowed the lawn yesterday." "I'm sorry I missed that!" Amber and Heather discussed the weather, the upcoming company picnic and, of course, men. "Hey, Amber, you know the person that they just hired- Rachael?" "Sure!" "She works over at Complete, don't she?" "Yes, she is filling in for April." "What happened to April?" Heather asked. "Maternity leave." "Oh, I was wondering. Anyway, the reason that I was asking about Rachael was one of the people from marketing seemed to be very interested in her. You know that Rachael used to be a guy?" "I've never asked, but I think she still is. I just know that Rachael is friendly, considerate and has a great sense of fashion. I just wish all men were like that," Amber said with a smile. "I met Rachael when she was in last week. I thought she was cool. It was just that one of the marketing people is kind of upset." "Which one of the marketing people is it?" "Karen, the kind of older lady." "What did she say?" "Oh, not much, but when she asked what I thought about Rachael coming to work here she kind of freaked out." "Why?" "She asked me if I was concerned and I told her no. I said that it sounded like fun. I really don't know why I said that but I couldn't think of anything else to say." Amber's expression darkened. Heather continued, "I can't figure out why she was so interested. She says company is screwing up by hiring Rachael." "Some people just need to feel like they are the one running things." "I guess it must be something like that..." ++++++++++++++ Chris squinted at the sign above the terminal exit. "The plane from L.A. landed right on time, Dianne should be here any minute," Chris said. They watched weary travelers come up the escalator when the finally spotted Dianne in a thick group of passengers. "Dianne--" Chris yelled, waving frantically. As Dianne approached, the two ladies flashed wide smiles. "How was the trip?" Rachael asked, giving Dianne a hug. "So- so. I'm glad to be here." Chris collected a hug and the ladies moved toward baggage claim. They visited for a short while before they saw Dianne's bags on the carousel. Rachael went to grab them and young man offered to lift the bags off for her. "Thank you," Rachael said to the helpful stranger. "No problem, Ma'am." Rachael moved the handle into position, hung the second bag on a hook, and rolled the bags toward the parking lot. "Where is your hotel?" Chris asked. "It is 'The Standard' in Northside." "Nice digs," Chris chided. "Let's go check this out!" Rachael added enthusiastically, "Are you hungry Dianne?" "A little bit. There are supposed to be several restaurants right around the hotel." After a light meal they checked Dianne into her hotel room. Chris was right about the hotel, it was quite elegant. "It's getting a little bit late, but would anyone be up for a glass of wine or a nightcap? There is a bar downstairs," Chris said. "What do you think, Dianne?" Rachael asked. "Well, I'm not all that tired, of course it is an hour earlier for me. Let's go!" The ladies entered the bar and found a quiet table on the far side of the room. "What would you like, Rachael," Chris offered. "A white wine, Pinot Grigio or something like that." "And you, Dianne, still sticking with White Zin?" Chris asked. "That sounds fine to me." "I'll let you two visit, I'll be right back," Chris said, heading toward the bar. "Great news about your new job, Rachael." "I'm really excited, but I'm scared at the same time." "You said the same thing when you started to work for Chris, you'll do fine." "I'm not even sure what I will be doing yet." Rachael whined. "Then how do you know that you won't be able to do it?" Dianne challenged, "Same old Er... Rachael, you always need something to worry about." "I guess you're right. I really like the people that I will be working with." "Well, that is a big hurdle past right there!" "And what about your promotion, I assume it is a go?" Rachael inquired. "Yes, they are talking about me moving here the beginning of next month. That gives me a few weeks to get everything ready." "Do I need to come to LA to help move?" Rachael asked. "No, the movers will take care of everything. I just need to find us somewhere to live. I was thinking about a Duplex or something like that." "There are some nice places up by where Chris lives. Would that be close to where you are going to work?" "I think so, we'll have to check them out." Rachael glanced out of the corner of her eye and noticed Chris talking to a man at the bar. "Check this out," Rachael snickered, directing Dianne's gaze toward Chris. "That looks like Greg Ballard. He went to High School with Chris and I!" In a bit Chris came back to the table with the glasses of wine. "Was that Greg Ballard?" Dianne asked. "Yes, he is working downtown, he's a salesman for some insurance company." "Small world... is he married?" Dianne asked. "You're awful, Dianne." "Well, is he?" "He's divorced," Chris said with a shrug, "How is your wine, Rachael?" "Great... tell me more about this Greg person," Rachael probed. "He's just someone that I went out with a couple of times in High School, nothing special." "Did you give him your number?" Dianne asked with a smirk. "You are terrible!" Chris shot back. She hesitated slightly and then admitted that she had. "That's my little sister!" Dianne cheered, giving Rachael a high-five. The ladies talked for a bit and then Dianne asked, "Rachael, are you planning to stay with Chris tonight?" "Ahh, I didn't know what to expect. I have an overnight bag in the car." "Well, Chris might want to invite Greg over for a cup of coffee. Maybe you should stay with me tonight." "That sounds great, Dianne, as long as it won't be...ah....any..." "It will be fine," Dianne said. ++++++++++++++ Denise Walker was closing the blinds against the afternoon sun. The weather was fantastic the whole weekend and Monday had brought another beautiful day. She thought about the reports that were keeping her from going home and enjoying the rest of the day. A light tap on her door caught her attention. She looked toward the open door to see a slight, middle aged lady wearing beige slacks and a plain white blouse. "Come in Karen," Denise said with a smile. "Can I close the door?" Karen asked hesitantly, her expression unreadable. "Sure!" Karen secured the door and took a seat looking across the broad desk. Denise sat in a chair to face her. "I'm a little concerned about something," Karen started, hesitantly. "OK, is it something at home or at work?" Denise probed. "Here- to be honest this is about your new employee," Karen replied, shifting uncomfortably. "Which employee are you talking about?" "That guy, or whatever you call it, that you are hiring." "Are we talking about Rachael?" "Yes, that is what all the girls are calling him. What's his real name, Randy or something?" "His given name is Eric," Denise said flatly, "So you have a problem with his name?" "No, I have a problem with HIM?" Karen continued with increasing agitation. "OK, please explain. Did Rachael say something to make you uncomfortable?" "No, not exactly." "Do you know her?" Denise continued, puzzled. "What is this thing with everyone referring to him as a her, yuck!" "Just where are you coming from with this?" "Some Drag Queen waltzes in here wearing a dress and a wig and everyone goes crazy," Karen said, glaring at Denise, "Why is it you want to turn this fantastic organization into some kind of freak show?" "This attitude is really troubling, let's get back- have you met her?" "No, dammit, what difference does that make?" "Well, it would help explain your reaction." Denise said, unconsciously twisting her bracelet in agitation. "It just so happens that I checked this stuff out on some websites. Why does this company want to get in the business of selling these creatures breast forms. We ought to be getting them psychiatric help, or shock treatments- or putting them in jail." "So you have done all of your research about cross-dressing on the Internet?" "Don't patronize me," Karen hissed, "If you want to hire this dumbo, fine, just keep this thing away from me." "That is going to be a bit of a problem. With you being in marketing we will be counting on you to assist Rachael with some of her activities." "That's sick. I suppose I'll have to share a bathroom with him too?" "Is that what this is all about?" "Look, I have a husband and a teenager at home. I get enough urine on the toilet seat there without having to put up with it at work. I guess I'll have to start putting the seat down here too." "Anything else?" "I just don't get it. All of the telemarketers are excited about having this weirdo working here. I bet after a couple of weeks everyone will start looking for other jobs." "It may be that the sales agents actually know Rachael and don't see her as any kind of a threat to them." Denise said, angrily. "This goof-ball is certainly not any threat to me!" Karen roared, her face flushed. "OK, let's try to be civil." Denise said after a deep breath, "If the restroom thing is going to be a problem, we will try to work around that." "How shallow do you think I am?" Karen said, crossing her arms in front of her. Denise hesitated, and then continued. "OK, what other accommodations do you think we are going to need." "How about a pink-slip?" "For Rachael," Denise started, trying to keep her anger in check, "or for someone else?" "I see I'm getting nowhere here..." Karen huffed. "I think you have given me a pretty good picture of your concerns. The only trouble that I have is all of your information seems to have come from porn sites on the Internet. I've yet to hear any indication that you are willing to give this new employee or the project that she has been brought in to coordinate any consideration at all. I am very perplexed by this. You are a valued employee and we have always been able to count on you to be fair. This is a new problem for me and, frankly, something that I didn't expect." Karen shifted in her seat but remained silent. "I will try to work through this with you," Denise said, her voice softening. "Rachael starts work here on Wednesday. I would like to meet with you at the end of the day Friday so I can address any concerns that arise." "Oh, so that's how this is going to work..." Karen said, raising from her chair. "One other thing," Denise started, hesitantly, "Our company policy is pretty clear on fostering a diverse workplace. Please avoid any situation that might create a hostile work environment or might otherwise be considered discriminatory." "Anything else?" "Please... You were right to come to me with this concern and I want to do everything that I can to make sure you feel comfortable here. I am willing to work through this with you." With that, Karen turned and exited the room in silence. ++++++++++ Rachael entered Normacare a few minutes before 9:00 AM Wednesday morning. For her first day, she dressed a bit more formally wearing a black suit, a blue-striped blouse and low-heeled shoes. Donna greeted her with a warm smile. "Nice to see you again. Denise asked that I give her a call when you got in. She has a bit of an orientation planned." "Thanks, Donna," Rachael replied, taking a seat. Denise entered the reception area a few minutes later. Rachael noted the sense of style and bearing of a woman in charge. Her navy slacks and patterned blouse spoke of grace and style. "Ready?" Denise asked. "Ready!" "OK, let's pop back to my office and get some paperwork finished and then we can walk around for a bit." "Fantastic!" They chatted during the brief walk to her office and then spent the next half hour filling out forms. All pretty routine, with the exception that Rachael had to use the name 'Eric' on several of the forms. With that work completed, Denise took Rachael around the building. As they walked out of the lunch room and past the restrooms, Denise became pensive. "Rachael, your special 'circumstance' is going to necessitate a rather bizarre request." "I understand," Rachael assured, "I really do." "I REALLY hate to ask this, but rather than using the ladies room here, I would like to have you consider using the one down toward the warehouse." Rachael halted and looked toward her. "Denise, I have been out a lot dressed as a woman and I am definitely aware that if I am going to have a problem with my being accepted it will be while I am in the ladies room." "It's just that the restroom that I am suggesting is a single and there should be no privacy issue there." "I assure you that it will be much less stressful for me also." Denise sighed, "I'm really sorry." "Don't be," Rachael said assuredly, "I am willing to do whatever is necessary for people to feel comfortable with me." They had toured most of the offices and Rachael found the employees to be outgoing and friendly. Denise hesitated and then entered the marketing department. As they came in, Rachael noticed one of the employees exit the room through a rear door. As she spoke to some of the people, she felt a bit more distance then she had encountered in the other departments, but the people offered congratulations on her new position and expressed the desire to assist where they could. Rachael thanked them, knowing that marketing was going to be one of the elements that was going to be needed to need to make the new project a success. "Well, Rachael, with the exception of the warehouse and the production floor, that is who we are. We'll give you some time to settle in and then we can show you the shop and shipping and receiving. It won't mean much right now anyway." "I have too many names to remember now as it is," Rachael replied. "OK, let's go see your office," Denise said, directing the way down a long hallway. "Wow, this is wonderful," Rachael gasped as she walked through the doorway marked 'Rachael Jeffreys'" "Let's turn on you computer and make sure that all of the accounts have been set up." Rachael learned that she had two e-mail accounts, one for Rachael and one for Eric, and that in addition to a regular phone line that routed through the switchboard, she had a private number that only rang on her phone. She also had a separate fax number. "I'm very happy that you have been able to make these arrangements with the telephone and fax. That will make it much less of a problem communicating with those who are more secretive." "After our discussion, I talked to some of the legal people, and they are working on some privacy policies that will cover some of your sensitive communications. I'm sure Harry Wales will be by to go over some of this with you. We've ordered some locking file cabinets for your office. We have also changed the lock on the door and only yourself and the head of security have a copy of the key," Denise said, handing her an envelope. "Fantastic," "Let's see if you can get logged into the computer and then I'll let you start looking over some of our new employee orientation material." About noon, Denise popped back into the office and invited Rachael to lunch. "I'd like Carmine to go with us if that's all right, she is the head of marketing." "Great, I imagine that I will be leaning on marketing quite a bit once I get going." Denise smiled. Carmine was a vivacious black lady with a broad smile and a quick wit. Rachael remembered her from earlier that morning. The three discussed the options for lunch and decided on a sandwich shop a few blocks from Normacare. As they waited for their food to arrive, they chatted. "Rachael, I hope this doesn't sound like prying, but are you married?" Carmine said. "Yes, I have a great wife..." Rachael winced at how strange that sounded, "We've been together many years." "Any children?" Denise asked. "No, we were close once but Dianne lost the child. They suggested that we should adopt rather than having a child of our own." "That's sad," Carmine said, "I'm so sorry for you guys." "We discussed adopting, but our lives have been a bit chaotic and we wanted to get settled down first." The discussion ebbed for a bit when Denise's name was called. She retrieved the order and brought it back to the table. As they ate, Carmine opened the conversation about Rachael's new position. "I think I understand a little bit about what we are hoping to do, but I was hoping that you two could fill me in." Denise glossed over some of the basics, and then indicated that Rachael could add some additional detail about transgender issues. "Charmine, I'd like to start out saying that I'm very excited to be part of this opportunity. For too long the transgendered community have been characterized as a perversion with most people getting their information from X-Rated magazines or sleazy Internet sites." Rachael didn't like the way the last statement came across, so she continued in a softer voice, "I really don't know what drives me to want experience life as a woman, but it is really not a choice for me. I don't know how many times I have tried to ignore the compulsion, but it always returns, stronger than ever." "You mentioned a wife, how does this work with her?" Carmine asked. "My wife is as confused and perplexed as anyone. We have gone through some really rough times, but she has finally come to accept me as I am." Charmine puzzled over this last piece of information. "I should probably add that she does not relate to me sexually in my female persona. She informs me that she married a man and she expects her husband to be a man." "Well, I must admit that you make a very lovely woman, and I would judge you would be an equally handsome gentleman." "Thank you very much. The hair and nails make it a bit of a challenge for the male persona, but we adapt," Rachael added, causing the diners to start laughing. After lunch, the three returned to Normacare. Carmine asked Rachael if she could drop by her office as she had something else that she wanted to discuss. Denise went back to her office and Rachael accompanied Carmine to the marketing department. Rachael settled into a chair as Carmine took a seat behind the desk. "Rachael, I wanted to get started on a marketing plan for you but because we have never done anything quite like this, I wanted to get a bit more information." "Sure, I'm glad to help!" "Firstly, marketing is all about motivation. I would really like to understand a bit more about the target market so that we can develop an effective campaign," Carmine said with a smile. "Wow, I never thought of myself as a target market..." Rachael joked. "What will be the product differentiators that we will be able to use to make our brand more attractive." "There are several that I can think of- providing expertise, quality, a comfortable purchase experience and privacy. All in all, it will only be a slight re-tool of what you provide for your mastectomy patients already." Carmine nodded, "I agree." "Quality will be one area that will need to be emphasized. Unlike a mastectomy patient, the transgender customer will normally not use the product on a daily basis. Your female patients will have insurance coverage for the purchase, but for these new customers, everything is going to be full retail. Added to that there will always be two forms needed so this will be a rather sizable investment. We will need to provide some strong motivation for making such a substantial purchase." "What is our competition?" "Just about everything- rolled up stockings, bags of rice, water balloons, foam breast enhancers and less expensive forms. Most of them have the benefit of being cheaper but don't have the same effect." "Which is?" "Exactly what a woman seeks in a form, a profile that compliments their body type, a natural look, feel and movement that simulates the real thing." "If I may ask- what are you wearing?" "Certainly, Normacare light triangular." "Your thoughts about the product?" "I love them. Prior to these I had a less expensive silicone form but they just didn't move right." "How significant was the difference?" "I would say subtitle, yet dramatic. I immediately fell in love with the forms as they felt so much more natural." "I have heard that same comment from our women patients. Let me visit with some of my people and I'll see what we can come up with for a sales piece. Thanks so much for your help, Rachael!" "Thank you for the nice lunch," Rachael replied as she turned to leave the office. On the way back to her office, Denise called to her. "I wanted to give you the information for your employment physical," Denise announced. "Ah, I had forgotten about that..." Rachael replied sheepishly. It was more like she hoped it would go away. "Do you have a Doctor in the area?" Denise asked, sympathetic to Rachael's nervousness. "No..." "Let me suggest my doctor to you,"