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Bossed into panties - Part 7 Apologies for taking so long to write the final part of this story. For those that have completely forgotten what it was all about... a short synopsis: BACKGROUND: In the late 1980's, the UK was once again gripped by the effects of a recession. Companies were going bust, unemployment queues were lengthening, and downsizing was becoming the norm. This is the background to a story that illustrates what people are prepared to do to hold on to their jobs when times are bad. PART 1: Peter Taylor was a good looking, 22 year old Finance manager for a large hotel group. The company liked his single minded attitude, but the other side to that aspect of his personality was a ruthless and unforgiving manner with his staff and other employees. With everyone afraid of losing their job in such difficult times, he had the perfect excuse to make unreasonable demands, and a nasty habit of getting rid of anyone that didn't come up to standard. With a department that was almost entirely female, he had the opportunity and also the nerve to date and dump any girl that took his fancy. They were like lambs to the slaughter, taken in by his pretty face, fast talk, and self confidence. He was leaving a trail of broken hearts and resentment that was building into a crisis. The final straw came when he recruited a stunning young big breasted blonde, Debbie. She had even greater ambition and a more ruthless streak than he did. Peter immediately fell for her. They were soon engaged and Peter promoted Debbie to assistant manager, a position that enabled her to torment and make life hell for all the other girls. A drunken office party ended up at one of the girls' houses. It was Peter's downfall. He awoke the next morning in a nightie. If truth be known, he had a fetish for girlie fashions and pretty lingerie, and it wasn't the first time he'd worn such things. But surely he hadn't put it on himself... did the girls do it ... he just didn't remember. It was a golden opportunity and his downtrodden staff were quick to seize it. Peter's reputation and position were in the balance, and armed with damning photographic evidence, the girls hatched a plan to take care of both Peter and his despicable fianc?e, Debbie. PART 2: Peter didn't appreciate the gravity of the situation. He was smitten with Debbie and her huge breasts, and better still, he discovered she had the most amazing taste in expensive silk and lace lingerie. They continued to make plans for the wedding whilst Peter's staff schemed and plotted their downfall. Debbie persisted in humiliating and making life unbearable for the girls in the office and Peter thought their discovery of him in a nightie had been forgotten. But they hadn't forgotten and they soon found the opportunity to completely dress him as a girl. He had to comply or they would make a formal complaint to Personnel about his crossdressing, using the embarrassing photos of him in a girl's nightie. Debbie took Peter home to meet her parents where they end up spending the night, albeit in separate rooms. Her mother catches him trying to sneak into her daughter's room and indulges his penchant for classic vintage lingerie. He's becoming hooked! The girls at work start making demands. He is to wear lingerie to work, halt the redundancies and move Debbie to another department, or they'll go to Personnel and drop him in it, big time. PART 3: Lucy, a girl in Peter's office, wants him to be one of the bridesmaids at her forthcoming wedding. With the threat of being exposed and losing his job, he spends an evening being coaxed into a frothy satin dress by the other bridesmaids, and teased to death about what he'll face at the church and afterwards at the reception. In the frilliest and most girlish of dresses, Peter finds himself tied and driven to Lucy's bi-sexual cousin, Ron. Here, the reluctant bridesmaid, resplendent in satin dress and frilly underwear is de-flowered. Meanwhile, as the girls in the office take every opportunity to turn Peter into a sissy-boy and drain his sexual tensions, Debbie is increasingly frustrated with his lack of interest in sex and non performance in bed. Thinking he must be unfit, she takes him to the local gym. Unfortunately for Peter, Lucy's cousin Ron works at the gym as a personal trainer and he is soon relieving all of Debbie's pent up frustrations. He then moves on to Peter and tells him exactly what he's got planned for his fianc?e, whilst he brings Peter to a climax inside his white gym shorts. The girls in the office use every trick in the book to modify and satisfy Peter's sexual needs, whilst devising situations for Debbie that show her how attractive she is to men, and remind her how sexually frustrated she is. PART 4: The girls have a wonderful opportunity to get Peter into girl's clothes at the fancy dress Christmas party. In front of his fianc?e, who leads the other girls with their merciless teasing, he is made-up and dressed as a sexy tart before spending the evening fending off unwelcome advances from his boss. He can only watch as every red bloodied male lusts after the girl he is about to marry. In spite of his protests, she is as horny as hell and teases and flirts with all the men. Then in front of Peter, she gives the Marketing Director a clear come-on and walks off with him. Later that evening and still separated, Peter and Debbie unwittingly end up in adjoining offices in a quiet part of the building. Debbie is horny and frustrated and when the Marketing Director uses his tongue on her in the most intimate way, she finally begs him to show her what she's been missing. In the next office, Peter is fighting off the advances of his boss but eventually, in order to save his job, he leans across his boss's desk and becomes the tart he's been made up to look like. Neither Peter nor Debbie appreciate what the other has been up to at the party. That night, realising what she's been missing and still feeling a sexual afterglow, Debbie tells Peter he has to buck his ideas up in bed. She doesn't understand why he can no longer rise to the occasion and suspects he might be gay, threatening to find him a nice boy to see if she's right. He complains loudly but she's still not sure whether he needs another man to satisfy him and decides to try her dildo on him. Surprised by his reaction, she warns him she's expecting very big things on her wedding night. Otherwise there is a queue of hot men just waiting to take his place. PART 5: On their wedding day, Peter finds himself tricked into wearing a pair of Debbie's bridal panties beneath his kilt and when he walked down the aisle, he had no idea the kilt was tucked into his waistband at the back, giving the whole congregation and the local press a day they would never forget. At the reception, Peter's mother is humiliated and furious. Outside, the wind is blowing a gale and she's not having her son's frilly panties recorded for posterity in all the photos. She insists he must wear a slip to hide the shameful bridal panties, and his humiliation is complete when his young cousin removes her lacy slip and slides it up under the kilt whilst giggling at his sexy see-through panties. That night, Peter takes his new wife to the bridal suite where she is amazed to discover that under his kilt, he is now wearing a waist slip as well as her panties. She tells him how hot she is and once again, reminds him about his wedding night responsibilities and the penalty if he can't raise his game. With Debbie taking a bath, Peter tries to get in the mood. He foolishly decides to try on her wedding dress and all the frilly underpinnings. It does the job perfectly but he hadn't planned on a visit from.... the girls from the office. When Debbie emerges from her bath she discovers her bridegroom dressed from head to toe as the blushing bride and is encouraged by the girls to carry out her threat. She ends up spending her wedding night in a marathon sex session with Henry, a black hunk from their office. His cock puts Peter to shame and the sissy bridegroom is forced to watch his bride satisfy her wedding night passions, whilst he receives a taste of what the bride is enjoying from their personal trainer, Ron. PART 6: Henry takes Peter's place on the honeymoon and introduces Debbie to the rest of his family and two weeks of non-stop sex. Meanwhile, Peter is unsurprisingly under the weather and recovering from his ordeal at his boss's house. Mrs Shepherd, his boss's wife, explains that he nearly lost his job after his crossdressing antics and the carry-on with the girls in his office. It's all public knowledge now, and in order to give him time to recuperate, he is to spend some time at their house whilst being looked after by the Shepherd's nanny, Tessa. Sensing his desire to become more feminine they have even provided him with a complete new wardrobe of clothes, childish dresses and underwear that initially horrifies him, but which he gradually becomes accustomed to. The girls at the office haven't forgotten him either, and he soon finds himself fulfilling Lucy's promise that he would be one of the bridesmaids at her wedding. In church, he finds himself dressed up, chatted up, and touched up, before a horrendous ordeal in front of the boys' choir. ........................................................................ PART - 7 Chapter 23 A hell of a day at the office A few days after Peter's embarrassing appearance as a bridesmaid at the local church, he'd sufficiently recovered for Mrs Shepherd to inform him that he was to return to work. She told him she'd taken a call from the office and that he should report to the Personnel department early the next morning. Shivers ran up his spine at the prospect of returning to work and of what lay ahead but at least he now had an opportunity to clear things up and get his life back to normal. He was quite confident that Personnel would be absolutely horrified at what he'd had to endure and would give him every support in punishing those responsible. The girls in his office would pay the price for what they'd put him through, he smiled to himself. Tessa woke him early the next day and he had a quick bath. He was a little anxious but also quite excited. The thought of wearing normal male clothes again and getting back to work spurred him on. Wrapped in a large fluffy towel, he went in search of something to wear and surveyed the wardrobes. They were still full of dresses. "Look, I can't go to work in any of this stuff" he complained to Tessa. "I'll have to go home and pick up some clothes first" he told her. "Home? There's no time for that. Besides, Mrs Shepherd has looked out some suitable things for you. They're on the bed. Pop them on, and as it's your first day back, I'll run you to work in the car." Waiting on the bed for him was a plain white camisole and panties. He automatically went to put them on, then realised what he was doing. He was about to say something but as he thought about it, he realised they would at least be hidden. What was more important was what he'd be wearing on top. Next to the underwear was a simple white blouse and a pair of women's slim fitting grey slacks. It was difficult to say whether they were a man's shirt and slacks or a woman's, and Peter merely assumed they were for a man. Even the shoes were non-descript slip-ons, and unisex in style. He returned to the undies, noticing a hint of lace around the panties, and the ribbon straps of the flimsy camisole. Suddenly there was a look of panic in his eyes. "Look, I can't go to work dressed in... in.... girl's panties" he complained, holding them up. "I'll have to go home and change?" "Oh for heaven's sake. They're dead plain and besides, no-one is going to see them are they? Or are you planning on stripping off in front of all the girls? Look, no-one will suspect a thing" she said, holding up the simple blouse. It's casual dress at your office isn't it, and everyone wears unisex stuff these days. Live a little will you?" "Huh. I'll see what they look like on, but if they look the least bit girly, I'm off home" he grunted. He quickly dressed. The clothes were completely ordinary and unfussy compared with the frills and flounces of the outrageous underwear and dresses he'd become accustomed to wearing recently. If only he'd been able to get his hair cut, he sighed, looking at his almost shoulder length hair in the mirror. "Well, not bad" he said aloud, sounding pleased with himself. Tessa smiled. After the outfits they'd conditioned him into wearing, anything less frilly would seem quite masculine to him now. Peter felt strange without his full skirted, petticoat supported dress, and having no make-up on. For the first time in weeks, he actually felt like a man again, and he genuinely felt that he looked like one. Tessa checked him over. "See, you're fine, a regular guy" she reassured him. He hardly looked that masculine but on the other hand, nothing he was wearing was overtly feminine either. Except that.... the blouse buttoned on the 'wrong' side of course, the collar was soft and rounded and the full sleeves were slightly gathered at the wrist. The real giveaway though, if you looked carefully, were the little breast darts. She smiled as she wondered how long it would be before someone noticed them. She'd loved to have given him a lacy bra to fill the blouse a little but he'd never agree to that of course. The slacks were also quite plain, but once again if you looked closely, there were those subtle differences. Made from a lightweight polyester that showed a teasing panty line underneath, they fitted like a glove around the contours of his rounded bottom, pulling seductively into the crease between his cheeks. No guy would ever want to wear slacks that showed his ass off like that, she smiled. A girl with a neat bottom likes to flaunt it but a man would be far more conservative. Then there was the tell-tale zip at the side, meaning of course that there was no fly opening at the front. Indeed, they were fairly tight fitting and it was fortunate that his little boy parts weren't more prominent. "There. You see. Just a normal guy," she lied with a little smile on her face. The men at his office probably wouldn't spot these differences immediately, but any girl would clock them straight away, she thought, trying to imagine their reaction. "Hmm, I suppose they're OK" he replied. Like a lot of guys, he was blinded to the minor details she was observing. All he could see was a shirt with the hint of a vest underneath, and a pair of casual slacks. He felt as nervous as hell walking into the office that morning. It was like his very first day at school. Thankfully it was early and there were few people about to notice him. Even the Receptionist called out 'Hi, nice holiday?' without batting an eyelid, though she'd immediately noticed the puffy sleeves of his blouse. So far, so good. 'Yep, just a regular guy' he smiled, trying to boost his confidence. He made his way up to Personnel. The office was still empty but Claire, one of the HR managers he knew well, had arrived early and was waiting in her office for him. "Come in" she beckoned. "Fancy a coffee" he asked in a relaxed manner. "No. No coffee. Sit down, Peter. Well, this is quite a turnabout from our last meeting" she said, her sharp eye immediately noticing his female slacks with their side zip and the white blouse with its puffy sleeves. Mind you, the last time she'd seen him at work was at the pre- Christmas fancy dress party, where he'd been wearing a pair of girl's skin tight hot pants and a see-through blouse, and his fianc?e had drenched him in perfume. She smiled as she remembered the way all the girls, including herself, had enjoyed teasing him rotten that night. As ever, Peter couldn't resist a pretty girl, and his lecherous gaze dropped to the hem of Claire's skirt and her shapely thighs. She recalled the way he'd tried to look up her skirt at the party and self- consciously moved her legs together and tugged her short skirt down. It really annoyed her the way he used every opportunity to look up her skirt especially after everything that had happened. My God, he was openly staring at her legs. She was really furious now. Indeed, his eyes were clearly focused on the little gap between her shapely thighs, where her tight fitting skirt wasn't quite long enough to hide a tantalising glimpse of her white panties. He had a silly smirk on his face which she couldn't fail to notice. "Peter!" she snapped, suddenly bringing his eyes back up to meet her steely look. "Do you realise the seriousness of the position you're in?" His innocent expression told her he hadn't a clue what she was about to say. "Today, I'm giving you a written warning for the highly unprofessional manner in which you have been managing your staff, and the... er... I mean the um.... well, your cross-dressing and other... um activities that have come to light over the last few weeks whilst you've been away. You're very fortunate not to have already been dismissed, Peter. Do you understand what I'm saying?" To anyone else it probably wouldn't have come as a complete shock but for Peter, it felt like he'd been struck by a bolt of lightning. Just as he thought he was finally going to get some sympathy, some consideration, some help to sort everything out, he was getting another kick in the teeth. He slumped down in his chair, speechless. He'd worked his guts out to become one of the most successful young managers in the company. How had it all gone so wrong? He looked down at the floor. Claire was staring at him but he couldn't look at her. It was if a huge dark cloud had descended on him and he could feel his eyes welling up. She continued in her professional HR voice. "You must know you can't go around wearing women's clothes and taking advantage of the girls in your office and then expect to get away with it. You're a manager for heaven's sake" she said indignantly. Peter was about to say something when the memories came flooding back: being caught in Sylvia's nightie; wearing bridal panties to his wedding; the wedding night in Debbie's bridal gown, going to church dressed as a bridesmaid. Only these weren't simply memories, they were embarrassing nightmares. "Now then, I can understand if you feel the need to resign." He looked up in amazement as she waited for a response, but he was silent. "Hmm, I see. Well, of course, in light of what's happened, we wouldn't be able to give you a reference for another employer." He had a look of complete panic in his eyes. "If you decide to stay, you'll naturally have to prove to us that you can be a model employee and impeccably behaved. If you can do that, we may re-consider the possibility of a reference, in the future. Do you understand?" He looked up at her blankly, still dazed. "I said. Do you understand, Peter?" she repeated in a firm voice. "Yes... yes" he muttered, finding it hard to take in what she was saying. He realised though, that he couldn't leave without a reference, not in the current job climate anyway. "Good" she sounded relieved. "Well that's cleared the air and now I can at least move on to more... positive things. Now then, as a result of everything that's happened, we've had to make some er.... organisational changes." Peter glanced at the organisation chart she was pushing toward him. He looked puzzled. His name was not in its usual place at the top of the Finance department. Instead, Sylvia's name appeared. "Jesus, she's got my job" he blurted out. "Yes. She's done remarkably well, especially since you've been away. She's really turned the department around and everyone seems to be getting behind her. She's also been very thorough in helping with the investigation into your... um... indiscretions. Yes, she really deserves her promotion" Claire smiled. "Bloody hell" he sighed. "So... um... I don't see my name anywhere here" he said, looking worried. "Well no... you're transferring over to.... here" she replied pointing further along the chart. "That's the Typing Pool" he said angrily. "No Peter. It's not the Typing Pool. It's The Secretarial Resource Centre" she corrected him with an impatient tone. "But I can't manage that, I don't know the first thing about it. I'm a finance man for God's sake." "No that's right, you don't have any experience. That's why you won't be managing it." "No?" he sounded relieved, but then looked worried. "You'll be reporting to Fiona Harris." "Fiona? But she's just a... a supervisor. I can't report to a bloody supervisor. Are you trying to tell me that I'm going to be a... a... secretary or something?" he laughed. "No, no of course not. You said yourself you don't have any secretarial skills so we can hardly appoint you to that role, now can we?" "Well there's only secretaries and.... and... typists. You don't mean to say I'm going to be a... a bloody typist?" "And can you type?" "What do you mean? I'm a manager. Of course I can't type. You know I can't." "No. Precisely. That's exactly why you're not going to be a typist either." She eyed him up for a moment before a smile slowly spread across her face. She was beginning to enjoy herself now. "You'll be starting as our new.... 'trainee' typist." She was smiling now. He was speechless again. His cheeks burned bright red and he suddenly felt faint and reached for a glass of water. Unfortunately, Claire was far from finished with him though. "I'm afraid we've had to demote you, Peter.... four grades to be precise. You'll be staring at level 1 again so you'll need to be aware of your new status and responsibilities. From now on, you will address all managers by their last name, according to company policy. The policy you helped write, remember? So from now on, my name isn't Claire. It's... Miss Simmonds" she added, firmly. "Uh?" "Miss Simmonds. That's my name" she repeated. "Oh look Claire, for God's sake..." "Ahem" she interrupted him with a glare. "Are you deaf? Surely I don't have to repeat myself again, Peter?" She sounded very annoyed. "You will refer to me as Miss Simmonds. Now, have I made myself clear?" His face was completely blank. "You should look on your new role as good experience in another part of the organisation. It also means that the company will be increasing it's diversity and tolerance of minority groups" she said, leaving him looking bemused. "What....?" "A cross-dresser in the organisation will be excellent for the statistics" she explained. "Oh and as a consequence, we've had to do a few other things as well. We've had the Finance department... well it was Sylvia's idea really... run over all your personal finances. As a result I'm afraid to say, that on your new salary as a trainee typist, your apartment has had to go, also the expensive car. You wouldn't have been able to make the repayments on the mortgage, nor the car loan for that matter. However, you'll be pleased to hear that Mr Shepherd was kind enough to agree to the Company buying both the apartment and the car and repaying the mortgage and the loan on your behalf. Very generous in the circumstances." "But my apartment.... and my car.... what's happened to them... I don't understand, Claire... er.... I mean... Miss Simmonds." "I've got all the papers here for you to sign. We've cleared your apartment and started to use it for visiting managers from our regional offices. "But... Miss Simmonds, what's happened to all my stuff... where are all my clothes.... everything I own?" "Collected by a charity shop as I understand it. Oh yes, but there were a few personal items we kept for you, of course" and she reached under her desk for a cardboard box. She produced several rather embarrassing items of ladies clothing. "Here we are then" and she handed him a nylon slip, a nightdress, stockings, and three pairs of panties. "They found them hidden in your wardrobe. Yours I believe? We thought you'd want to keep them." "Um, my ex-girlfriend's stuff" he muttered, his hands shaking as he held the feminine underwear. "Oh, yes of course. And these?" she enquired, presenting him with a very frilly baby doll nightie together with a little pair of matching panties." "Oh my God... well they're not mine either. You see... it's... um... it's Sheri's nightie" he replied. "She's one of the girls in my... um... in the Finance department. "Yes I'm aware of that. And as I understand, it was a very special item of lingerie that she'd had made for a very special occasion, wasn't it?" He looked dumbstruck. "A bride likes to have something pretty and girly, something sheer and sexy to wear for her man on her first night with him. This is her wedding night lingerie, isn't it? At least that was the plan until she caught you wearing it!" Claire was enjoying watching him squirm and she had yet another surprise. "And then of course, we found these" she said, stacking a pile of videos on the desk. "Oh shit." He swallowed hard. "Yeah well....they're just old blank tapes, you can take them down the charity as well" he said quickly. "We did but they refused to take them. Can you think why that might be? Hmmm? Well let's see what we have here shall we, just in case there's anything you'd like to keep. Now then... 'Sweet Black Boys' and mmm, this one sounds interesting.... 'Virgin Shemale Bride'.... 'Bondage Boy Toys'.... 'Shemale Surprise'.... 'Hung Heroes'... 'Ladyboy Lessons'.... and.... 'Brazilian Shemale Whore'. Well, well, well. Are you sure you don't want to keep them, not even one? I bet you've got a favourite, haven't you? Which is it, hmmm?" "Look.... some stupid company got my address and I couldn't stop them arriving." "Oh yes I see" she said in a sarcastic voice. He swallowed hard. "Um... and what about my car" he enquired, quickly trying to change the subject. "Aren't you forgetting something when you address me?" "Oh, yes. Sorry.... Miss Simmonds. What's happened to my car, Miss Simmonds?" "Your car? Well, the Board have decided that the new Finance manager role should be upgraded and that the manager would be provided with a company vehicle." "A company car? But that means..." he said meekly as the penny dropped. "Yes that's right.... Sylvia is now entitled to a company car. She's ordered a brand new one but for the time being we've let her have a pool car. Your car, to be precise." Peter was absolutely gutted. The girl who'd taken his job was driving around in his car. This wasn't happening, he kept telling himself. "But where am I supposed to live.... and what about a car, what am I supposed to drive?" Claire laughed. "Well you're very lucky. As you know, Mr Shepherd has arranged for you to stay at his house while you're working on his... special project. It's a bit hush-hush and no-one seems to know much about it but I understand his wife is heavily pregnant and that you'll be taking over some of the things she's normally involved with. Oh and the car... well... they're very expensive to run. I think you're better off using the bus for a while." "Ohmygod" he exclaimed. "Yes, well I think that's covered everything I had to say. You'll find it all in writing in my letter. Now then, any questions?" Of all the things racing through his mind, he could only muster one rather stupid question which he asked in a very quiet, pathetic voice. "Um... well yes... Miss Simmonds... um, what about the... er... the... uniform?" "The uniform? Oh, you mean for the girls in the Secretarial Resource Centre" she smiled. "Yes." "Of course. You want to look the same as the other girls, don't you?" "NO! Well... I mean... it would hardly be appropriate, would it?" "Why? Don't you like it? I seem to remember that you were one of the managers on the panel that chose it. You can hardly object to something that you helped to introduce." "Yes but... well it's girl's stuff... I mean... I can't be seen around the office dressed like that, can I... Miss Simmonds... please." "Look, I can't answer all these detailed questions. You'll have to talk to Fiona about it. She is after all, responsible for the Secretarial Resource Centre, and she will of course be your new manager. She should be just outside. I'll call her in and she can take over from here." She opened the door, where the tall rather daunting figure of the young supervisor was patiently waiting for him. Chapter 24 The new girl Fiona wasn't pleased. Peter had always been very critical of her department and she didn't understand why she'd now been lumbered with him. She looked him over in a condescending fashion, immediately noticing the feminine blouse and slacks, and told him to follow her downstairs. "I don't like this any more than you do but I promise you one thing. You step out of line and you'll be out of my department and out of a job so fast, your feet won't touch the ground. However, as long as you behave yourself, I'm prepared to forget the past. I'll be as fair with you as I am with the other girls. I'll put your bad attitude to one side and treat you as just another new girl, right?" "Oh... er... yes, I suppose" he said meekly. "Er... new girl?" he asked breathlessly, trying to keep up with her, but she simply ignored him. "Um Fiona... what about the.... the... um... uniform?" his voice quivered, hardly daring to ask. "You mean, Miss Harris" she corrected him. "Oh um yes. Yes, but what about the uniform... Miss Harris." This time she replied, though rather curtly. "You mean the one that YOU picked?" "Er..... well, yes I suppose so." "Well? What about it?" "Well, I won't have to... well that is... I mean... I won't have to um... I won't have to wear the same... you know... the same as the girls will I... obviously?" She stopped, turned to face him and glared. "Don't be ridiculous!" she said with derision, then carried on walking. "Oh... right" he said, breathing a sigh of relief. "For a moment, I thought...." She interrupted him as she stopped again, quite abruptly. "We've something far more appropriate for YOU" she retorted, and turned into the large office with 'Secretarial Resource Centre' emblazoned across the door. It was a large open plan office and it was to be his new home. It was so different to what he'd been used to. She pointed to an empty desk in the corner. "That's yours" she told him. Peter looked at the small, rather functional desk with its very basic typist's chair and.... an absolutely ancient typewriter sitting on top. A typewriter? He looked around. Every other desk was larger than his, had a more comfortable chair, and more importantly, had a new PC. "Where's my computer?" he looked confused. "Trainee's start off with a typewriter" she replied. "Once you can type and you've got your speeds up, we'll maybe see about a PC." He was now surrounded by the rest of the department, ten rather curious, giggling, and identically dressed young women that Fiona had personally selected for their pretty faces and curvy figures rather than their secretarial skills or typing speeds. She had the difficult task of getting the new function up and running and persuading the managers to dispense with their secretaries and use hers instead. With over ninety per cent of the managers being male, she needed girls that weren't afraid to show off their assets, and use their feminine guile to win over the men. Flirting, chatting up and teasing were positively encouraged, and over a coffee, the girls would often giggle about their latest exploits and rank the men in terms of gullibility. 'A load of brainless bimbos' was how Peter had once described them, and now as he surveyed their smiling faces, he saw they were all wearing the uniform that he had been involved in selecting. It consisted of a loose fitting white silk blouse with puffy, see-through sleeves, a short tartan skirt made of a thin and filmy satin material, and sheer stockings. Peter inhaled their perfume, observing their heavily made-up faces, pert breasts and those oh-so-sexy bottoms in their tight fitting skirts. They circled him, whispering, pointing and giggling as Peter's cheeks turned redder by the minute. They'd never liked him. He was the one who'd initially suggested the SRC be set up. He was the one who said that the girls should wear a company uniform. He was the one who'd argued for the shortest skirt and the most girly looking blouse. He was the one who'd said that tights were ugly and insisted they wear stockings, which meant they also had to wear uncomfortable suspender belts. In particular, their pet hate was the skirt. It was so thin that even with a slip underneath, you could still see the outline of their suspenders and panties underneath. Then to add insult to injury, in his role as Finance Manager, he'd flatly refused to use their department and kept his own secretary instead. But the girls were excited, for everything had changed. He was no longer a manager. He was a nobody now. A typist, the lowest of the low. And he would be working for them. Revenge would be so very sweet. They smirked as they looked over his effeminate clothes: the odd looking slacks that zipped at the side, the cream nylon blouse with the slightly rounded collar and full sleeves, and the brown slip-on shoes. One of them ran her finger up his back. She felt a ridge, like a vest underneath... but on the other hand it could have been... yes, yes it was.... the spaghetti straps gave it away. "Hey girls, he's wearing a camisole" she blurted out excitedly. "Ooooh, you naughty boy. What else are you wearing underneath?" one of them asked, running a hand over his bottom. Uncontrolled giggling broke out as they began pulling at his clothes and poking fun at him. Eventually, Fiona told them to be quiet and listen. She began by announcing that Peter was to be the new trainee typist. That started off another cacophony of giggles and silly comments. A trainee typist was even more demeaning, how wonderful. She told them she was assigning one of the girls, Jenny, to look after him for the first week, then asked for any questions. There was a moment of embarrassed silence, but it was only a moment. They hardly knew where to begin. Looking at each other and smiling, one of them couldn't resist asking the question on all their minds. "What about his uniform, Miss Harris?" Peter grimaced at the mention of it again. "We've got to wear it so I don't see why he should get away with it" another quipped as more giggling broke out. "Yeah, he was the one who said we had to have a uniform in the first place. What's he's going to wear?" "Is it the same as ours?" "Ooh yes, a nice little skirt for the new girlie." "And some cute panties to go underneath." "Lots of pretty lingerie to flash at the boys." "I can't wait to get him dressed up." "I'll do his make-up." "No, I'll do it." "No you won't." "Alright, alright! That's enough" Fiona shouted, trying to restore some order above their excited banter. "A trainee typist doesn't get to wear the standard uniform... at least not until they're more experienced." There was a moment of silence and then. "That's not fair." "No, why should he get away with...." "Quiet..." Fiona yelled. "If you just let me finish I'll show you" and she opened a cupboard and brought out several hangers. There was a sharp intake of breath as they saw what she was going to make him wear. They ooh'd and aah'd and began to giggle excitedly again. "We've modified the uniform a little so he'll be completely recognisable as part of the department, but I think you'll agree it's a little more.... youthful looking....a little more suited to a young trainee" Fiona explained. "Oh yes how cute" they giggled and gathered round excitedly to examine everything in detail. The uniform certainly wasn't the same as their own. There were some obvious differences to what they were wearing. For a start, the blouse was more of a translucent chiffon material that would clearly show off a bra or anything else worn underneath. It was also decorated with delicate pink lace around the collar and the sleeves puffed right out before being gathered into an elasticated frill just above the wrist. The skirt was the same tartan as theirs but in a light, satiny material, and instead of a tailored tight fitting skirt, this one was pleated and very full. Fiona continued. "The skirt is a younger style. It's got all these pencil pleats and with all this material, it'll look lovely with a frilly petticoat underneath" she said, pointing to the third hanger. "Ooooh, a petticoat" one of the girls gasped out loud. "Pleated skirts look so cute when they're filled out with a frothy petti." "Jesus, look at all those frills. He can't wear something like that round the office... just look at it!" another sniffed as she pulled at the multiple layers of lace. "Oh but it's so pretty" another retorted. "Yeah, it's almost a shame to have to hide it under a skirt" another teased. Peter cringed in shock and horror at the frothy cloud of femininity. He thought he'd escaped from all of that, at least at the office. Fiona saw the look of anguish on his face and began a taunting and belittling commentary. "And our fashion conscious trainee won't be wearing just any ordinary petticoat. You'll see that the pink and blue colours in the skirt are picked out by the alternating pink and blue layers of the petticoat, with the hems edged in pretty lace. I think you'll agree ladies, that it'll make the skirt stand out really sweetly and that he'll make an entertaining sight for the men, flouncing along the corridors" she mused. "Can't wait to see him floating up and down the stairs" another laughed. The girls were chattering and giggling at her comments, when one of them asked the inevitable question. "What about um... LINGERIE" she asked mischievously, putting real emphasis on the girly word as she stared him in the face. "Ooh yes, he's got to have some pretty lingerie underneath" another added. "You can borrow some of mine, darling" one of them teased him. "I've got some really gorgeous panties, lots of girly lace and little bows. Ooh, you'd look so cute in them." "Wait till we get you into your sweet little frillies" they taunted him. "And I've got a divine little push-up bra for him." "Alright quieten down" Fiona cut them off. "Thank you for your kind offers but everything's arranged" she replied. "There are matching sets of lacy bras and panties for him in white, pink, and blue" she said, showing them the different sets. "Oooh, he's going to look a doll in those panties. What about stockings though?" "Yes, he'll be wearing stockings and a proper suspender belt just like everyone else" Fiona replied. "Bloody stockings!" one of them groaned. Most girls had long since dumped their old fashioned nylons for the convenience of pantyhose but much to their disgust, Fiona had agreed that they would wear them. She was prepared to use every trick in the book to persuade the department heads to get rid of their secretaries, and found that the occasional flash of stocking tops and lacy suspenders was a more powerful argument for her girls than any discussion about skills, costs or efficiency. "Um, Miss Harris. What are we going to call him? We can't go on calling him Peter if he's wearing a girl's blouse and a little skirt, can we?" "Yes, actually we can" she replied. "There's a note from Personnel this morning to all staff explaining the situation, and telling everyone that his name isn't changing. Wearing girl's clothes and becoming more feminine doesn't change the fact that he's still a guy underneath, even if he does look like a girl" she laughed. Peter's face dropped. He studied the pattern on the carpet as he wondered whether it might have been simpler if they had just given him a girl's name. Calling him Peter was going to make him feel more uncomfortable than he already was, if that was possible. It was strange but out of everything that had happened that morning, losing his old job, his car, and his apartment, he oddly found the thought of having to wear the girls' uniform the most difficult thing to come to terms with. The only thing that could possibly be worse... was just about to be announced by Fiona. She took great delight in telling the girls they could dress him in his uniform, that's if they wanted to. There was a whoop of delight, as if there was any doubt about it. The crowd of giggling young women were about to get their greatest wish. To strip him naked and put him into the outrageously feminine uniform Fiona had brought together. Amidst the animated chattering, excited hands grabbed him in a general melee as Fiona told them they could use her office. Peter attempted to push them away but found himself frog-marched toward Fiona's small but private office. He nearly managed to break free but they quickly got hold of him again and bodily carried him like a sack of potatoes into her office. "Get off me" he yelled as they put him down. "Are you going to be a good girl little and let us dress you nicely... or are you just going to be a pain?" He struggled to break free. "He's going to be a pain!" they all shouted in delight. As he continued to struggle, Jenny said. "Right, let's get him, girls." He tried to fend them off, but there were too many of them and they were much too excited to be put off by a bit of resistance. Wrestled to the floor, he was quickly overpowered and the embarrassed ex Finance Manager was soon undressed down to his underwear by the giggling and excited girls. At last they stood over him, smirking. "Jeez, look at him" one of them exclaimed. "Not only is he wearing a camisole, he's also wearing girl's knickers." "He's not is he?" "Bloody hell! He is. Look, they're nylon and there's some lace around the legs." "And a little bow on the waist." "Christ almighty. What a pansy" one of them laughed. "Come on sweetie, let's get those ordinary looking girl's knickers off. Mmm, I'm dying to see him in those pretty panties. Shall we start him off in pink?" Peter fought as the girls tore his underwear off, giggling uncontrollably until they had him naked. "My God, is that what all the fuss is about" one of them quipped as she pulled his hands away from his hairless crotch. "Blink and you'd miss it" another laughed. "You can struggle all you like sissy-boy, but the only way you're leaving this office is in a bra and panties and dressed like the rest of us" Jenny warned him. "Well, not quite like us" one of them corrected her. "No of course. A little bit more girly." "No. A LOT more girly" another added, laughing. The situation was turning into mayhem, the girls all talking at once and arguing about who was doing what. "Look at this silky skirt, can't wait to get it on him." "Wait a minute, I'm putting the petticoats on." "No you're not, I've got the bra and panties. Get out of my way." "Oh no you don't. The stockings go on first, I'm going to put them on." "Get lost! You can't put them on till I get his suspender belt on." "Girls... girls" Jenny yelled, taking charge at last. "Enough! Jeez, what are you like? Right, let me have those panties" she said sternly. Lying naked on the floor, he gazed up at the panties she was so lovingly stretching out, the panties she was going to pull up his legs. They were a rose pink silk satin which gave them a soft, slippery, and delightfully sensual feel, and a gleaming pearly sheen that caught the light beautifully. Slightly larger than bikini panties, there was a ruffled pink frill around the legs, a dainty overlay of white embroidered lace across the front, and a tiny ribbon bow at the waist. "Jesus, look at them" one of the girls beamed. "Even when I was little, I don't remember wearing panties THAT frilly." "You're going to look so sweet" Jenny teased, looking down on him. "I'm SO looking forward to putting you into your pink panties" and she knelt down and placed them round his waist, moving them back and forth across his tiny manhood. "Don't they look pretty on him, girls?" The silky, sensuous material slowly caressed his little penis until it responded as she knew it would, swelling rather embarrassingly. "Look at that reaction, girls" she giggled, swiftly pulling them aside like a bullfighter with his cape. His penis was now standing out at right angles. "Look at that, he can't wait to get them on" she laughed. He began to struggle again and they had to sit on his arms and legs, with another girl astride his chest, until he was still. Completely defenceless, Jenny was able to simply thread each foot inside the panties. He could feel the silky nylon around his feet but his view was obscured by the girl sitting on his chest. Her skirt was gaping wide, revealing stocking tops and white nylon panties that were just inches from his face. It was a sight that merely contributed to his embarrassing male reaction further down, especially when she slid forward and sat firmly on his lips, pressing his nose into her perfumed crotch. His rosy cheeks were held securely, framed between the milky white thighs that disappeared into the dark bands of her stocking tops. Down below, Jenny quickly had the panties round his thighs and as the girls lifted his bottom up, she was able to pull them up to his waist, enclosing his boyish protrusion in the lace trimmed pink satin. "That's it. Mmmm, do you feel all nice and girlish in your frilly pink panties?" she laughed. Come on, don't pretend" she teased him, "your expression says one thing but that little boner tells a different story" she said, making them all laugh as she fixed the lacy suspender belt round his waist and clipped the stocking tops to it. Finally, she took a bottle of perfume and sprayed the panties with her favourite scent. "That's it, there's nothing like perfumed panties to get the guys interested" she laughed. They got off him and stood him up, prodding and poking, delighting in teasing him about his diminutive and boyish little organ whilst they arranged the flaring petticoats around his waist. The feminine blouse was buttoned up and the filmy skirt gently floated down and came to rest on its supporting layers. The girls were thoroughly enjoying themselves as they slowly dressed him in HIS uniform. It wasn't exactly the first time he'd been dressed by a female of course. Tessa helped him every morning, but it was the first time he'd been humiliated in front of such a large group of girls. Twenty minutes later, Jenny emerged from the office with the new trainee typist dutifully following behind, head bowed, and trying hard to suppress the embarrassing but unavoidable frou-frou motion of his pencil pleated full skirt and the tell-tale rustling of the frothy petticoats underneath. He looked so sweet; the sheer blouse with the pink lacy bra clearly visible underneath, and the shiny material of the skirt flaring out like an accordion over the foaming pink and blue layers beneath. "Oh he's such a natural girl, don't you think, Jenny? So cute, simply adorable" Fiona smiled, surveying their handiwork, "and I do like this blouse" she giggled. It was a classic secretary's blouse, with padded Dynasty style shoulders, big puffy sleeves, and a high neckline tied with a huge bow that hung down the front. Peter squirmed as she ran her hands over the translucent material and traced the outline of the pretty lace on the cups of the padded bra. He looked shamefaced at the floor, nervously tugging at the hem of the skirt. Finally he plucked up the courage to say something. "Look, I can't walk round the offices like this for God's sake. Please.... no- one wears dresses that... that stick out like this" he begged them. "Rubbish. Full skirts and petticoats are in at the moment, aren't they Jenny?" she said, swishing the rustling skirt around his thighs." "Yeah, I've got a petticoat just like that at home" Jenny agreed. "Exactly. It's at home. You don't wear it to work, do you" he complained. "I'll be the laughing stock." She couldn't resist a little laugh at his expense. "Oh, they'll soon get used to seeing you in your 'uniform'. Anyway, quit whining will you. You don't say much but what you do say is so boring" she scolded. "I'll never be able to face anyone like this" he shook his head miserably. "Well you should have thought about that before you got into this mess, shouldn't you? Putting on dresses and frilly lingerie... in front of the staff... what did you expect was going to happen, eh? Anyway, those dirty old men are going to lurve you" she joked, pinching his cheek. "Innocent, but sexy.... very nice" she purred, admiring the way they'd heavily made-up his face and his bright red nail polish. Even his toenails had been painted red and were showing through his nylons, peeking out from a pair of strappy, high-heeled sandals. "And such pretty hair" she added, noticing that his long blond hair had been brushed back and perfectly coiffed into a cute ponytail, tied with a blue satin ribbon. "Yes, very nice" she commented, and without warning, raised the hem of his skirt to quite unnecessarily fluff out the layers of petticoats, creating just a little more fullness. "You don't think this skirt is too short do you?" she fussed. Peter's hopes were raised that she might decide it was all going a bit too far. The skirt finished a few inches above the knee and any movement whatsoever revealed the hem of the petticoats. "Ooh no," Jenny replied. "If anything it could be a bit shorter really. When you're taking dictation, the guys always give you more time if they're getting an eyeful up your skirt, and I'm sure he'd appreciate anything we can do to make life a little easier for him while he's learning the ropes" she smiled. "Yes you're right of course. Hmm, well in due course we could take it up a few inches, and I think the skirt could take another petticoat underneath." "Do you think so?" Jenny pulled the skirt out at the front to test the effect. "You don't think it would be a bit much, do you? I mean, it won't look right if the pleats are all distorted." "No, look there's plenty of material" she replied, stretching the hem of the skirt to demonstrate. "It'll be fine, see. I just think he'd look even more girlish with his skirt flaring out, showing off all those frothy layers underneath." She let go of the hem and placed her hands around his middle. "You see that neat little waist. Think how it'd look with a basque underneath to pull him in, and extra petticoats to push the skirt out some more. Hell, I can just picture him sitting down in front of one of our senior managers with all those petticoats billowing up" Fiona roared. "They won't know where to look." "Oh I think they will", Jenny giggled. "Yes, I can see them giving him loads of filing to do. The old bottom drawer trick, you know. All that bending over so they can check out your panties" she laughed. "They must think we're bloody daft." "Idiots! They can't resist the sight of a girl's panties," she said, swishing his skirts again. "Listen carefully Peter. Just flash your stocking tops and give the guys a glimpse of your panties and you'll have them eating out of your hands" Fiona teased him. "Right, well you know what to do now, don't you Jenny? Take him round to meet all the departments and make absolutely sure you meet the Finance people." "But they don't use us. They've got their own secretary. Remember, when he was Finance Manager, HE insisted on it." "That's why I want you to meet them. I've been talking to the new Finance Manager about switching over to the Resource Centre and she seemed quite interested. Obviously, she won't be looking at our 'new girl' in the same way as the male managers, but make sure she knows how keen we are to help. I'd do almost anything to get them on side. Then when you've finished in Finance, leave him with Marketing. I've agreed with the Marketing Director that our new trainee can 'shadow' one of his people this afternoon to get a better idea of their role and what to expect. Then fetch him back down here again at 5pm sharp for his initiation." She turned to Peter. "We always have a nice little surprise to welcome our new girls on their first day, don't we Jenny?" "Mmmm, a very nice surprise," Jenny giggled. She knew exactly what was in store for him. She'd make sure he wasn't late for that! He was led off down the corridor, with a heightened awareness of everything he was wearing. The silky panties felt delicious against his freshly shaved genitals and the skirt was a nightmare with which he was fighting a losing battle. The wispy pleated weightless confection seemed to float around, constantly revealing his underskirts and frequently needing to be smoothed back into place. Underneath the skirt, the foamy lace trimmed petticoats swished back and forth in a girlish frou-frou motion, generating loud, feminine, rustling noises. Those billowing skirts practically filled the narrow corridor and each time someone approached, he was forced to stand aside, hold his skirts down and let them pass. Then there were the sandals. Unaccustomed to the height of the heels, it was as if he were walking around on tippie- toes. Every step resulted in a click-clack that seemed to echo about, with the added risk of tripping up and displaying even more of his fancy underwear. He tried hard to concentrate on what he was doing, placing his feet carefully one in front of the other, and it did seem to give him a little more confidence. Having mastered the heels though, he was becoming painfully aware of his nylon stockings and the way they tugged relentlessly at the elasticated straps of the lacy suspender belt above. The stockings were at least one size too small for him and he wondered just how much pulling they would take before one of the clips finally gave way and he found his stockings whispering down his legs and collecting in a little pool of nylon around his ankles. At the end of the corridor, Jenny stopped and opened the door to one of the departments. They walked from one open plan office to another, with Peter having to endure the stares, the mocking comments, squeals of delight from the girls, and hoots of derision from the guys wherever they went. The only positive side to all the attention was that it took his mind off the worrying tugging of his stockings. When they reached the door to the Finance department, he stopped. His breathing quickened. This was different. It was his old office of course, one he knew so well. Nervously dithering about outside, Jenny had to literally push him through the door. "Go on sweetie, in you go" she insisted, "don't be such a baby." He walked as quickly as he could down the narrow aisle between the desks in his new mincing gait. The girls all gasped, then squealed with delight and put their hands to their mouths at the pitiful sight of their former boss, flouncing along in his full satin skirt and rustling petticoats, inadvertently sweeping papers off their desks in his perfumed wake. Reaching his old office, he saw that his nameplate had been removed... and replaced with Sylvia's. Jenny glanced at him, knocked on the door and walked in. Peter was stunned. The office had been transformed. Gone were the pictures of scantily clad girls and nude calendars. They were replaced by pictures of hunky men in tight underwear, and a calendar of half naked body builders with bulges everywhere, including their pants! The plain painted walls had been expensively papered, new thick pile carpet cushioned his feet, and his old desk had been replaced with a hugely impressive mahogany one with an impressive new PC sitting on top. Behind it, Sylvia was sitting in a swanky high backed leather executive chair chatting to Jan, one of his former girlfriends. "Oh look, it's the sweet little bridesmaid" Sylvia smiled, swivelling round impudently in her new chair as she pictured him at the church the other day. "So, how are you getting on in your new job?" she smiled but not giving him time to answer. "As you can see, I've re-arranged your old office a bit and thrown out that tatty old furniture. Do you like it?" she asked. Peter was seething. He was so infuriated he didn't know where to begin. What's a matter Peter, cat got your tongue?" Jan laughed. "By the way, I like your new uniform, darling. Cute isn't it, Sylvia? It's so sweet, the way the girls in the typing pool all dress the same. I bet once he heard he was joining them, he just couldn't wait to get into his new blouse and skirt. I expect you were desperate to try everything on this morning" she mocked, and without warning, flipped the hem of his skirt to reveal his cute panties and an unmistakably feminine fragrance. "Mmmm, still wearing perfumed panties?" she teased, and they all giggled. Peter quickly pushed his skirt down again. "Jenny, could you step outside for a moment?" he asked with a red face. "I'd like a private word with these two, if you don't mind." "Sure. Let me know when you're ready." She closed the door behind her, then positioned her ear up close, not wanting to miss out on any juicy gossip she could pass on to the other girls. Peter was furious and he couldn't hold back any longer. It wasn't so long ago that they both worked for him, and if it hadn't been for him giving them a job in the first place, they wouldn't even be there. "Well, I hope you two are happy now!" he spat. "You've ruined my wedding... sent my girlfriend on honeymoon with another man... spread all kinds of lies about me being gay.... stepped into my job... taken my car.... disposed of my apartment... and made me the laughing stock of the entire company. CONGRATULATIONS!... you twisted little bitches... YOU, YOU..." he exploded. Sylvia was furious. She stood up, menacingly. "Shut your face, you fucking sissyboy. You've had this coming. All that time we had to suffer your disgraceful behaviour: refusing promotions; written warnings when the girls were sick; redundancies; threats of the sack. And, you must have screwed at least half the girls in the office before dumping them. You should remember that it was US, always covering up for YOU. You and that bloody girlfriend of yours. Miss 'Debbie Big Tits'.... with her 'you scratch my back, and I'll sit on your dick' attitude with the men! And what's more, I must have spent months making all those girlie dresses for you. All of that lace I hand stitched onto mountains of petticoats, and then sewing rows and rows of frills on every single pair of panties. Ungrateful bastard. Have you any idea just how much work I've had to put in? And after all of that, that's the thanks we get, eh Jan." "That's right" Jan said, stepping forward and giving him a stinging slap right across the face, so hard that the red imprint of her fingers immediately appeared on his cheek. The shock caused him to stagger back. "You bastard! I'd be a bit careful what I said if I were you" she said in an angry voice. "I hear it's quite tricky getting another job at the moment, particularly if you can't get a reference from your old employer. And remember, however difficult you think it might be working here, it'll get a bloody sight worse if we send your wedding video round the offices." His mouth fell open. She thought that would shut him up... and it did, completely! "That's better. Now then, any more of that silly nonsense and I'll put you over my knee, take your knickers down, and give your bottom a bloody good spanking." Peter's face dropped to the floor in a look of defeat and the mention of a spanking made him blush still further. His ex-girlfriend continued. "Yes, you remember don't you? You used to get off on beating the hell out of my ass. God, my bottom used to sting like hell. Well, if you're not careful, we'll see how you like it instead.... only you won't be getting it in the privacy of my bedroom. We'll invite the whole department in to watch their ex-boss having his knickers taken down. I bet they'd enjoy watching that bottom bouncing up and down on my lap while I give it a good hiding" she threatened, with a smile on her face. She was in full flight now. "And you've got a bloody nerve to talk about being the laughing stock. You didn't mind letting that cow Debbie make a laughing stock out of me did you? She treated me like shit, measuring my skirt every damned morning to make sure it was the right length... and the bitch even had the audacity to check what panties I was wearing. I don't remember you doing anything about that!" He looked very sheepish now. "And talking of short skirts, the one he's wearing is a disgrace isn't it Sylvia?" She picked up a ruler and measured it. "It's.... eighteen inches." "Eighteen inches? We'll see about that" Sylvia tutted and picked up the phone. She needed to speak to Peter's new boss anyway. "Hi is that Fiona?..... this is Sylvia, from Finance.... yes I've got him in front of me at the moment..... yes well I've been thinking about your proposition and I'd be prepared to let our Secretary go, and use your shared service instead...... yes..... but there's a few things we need to sort out first..... that's right..... well for one thing I'm not happy about having different girls up here for dictation, or doing our typing..... no..... I want consistency, someone who'll get to know us, and vice versa. Well yes Peter would do nicely if you can guarantee our department would be his top priority..... yes I realise he's just a trainee typist at present..... OK.... good...... then there's the issue of any mistakes..... that's right, we can't tolerate any mistakes in Finance.... no..... so we'd need to be able to deal with him as we would with our own secretary. Well, when Peter was manager here, he hired the secretary on condition that she understood the need for accuracy and the consequences of any mistakes. Of course, she never makes any, but if she did she'd be punished... well for him that would mean going over the knee..... that's right, a spanking.... bare bottom.... never fails does it... good I'm glad you agree..... oh and the final thing is a bit embarrassing. I mean he looks kind of cute in the little uniform you've given him but the girls up here tend to wear short skirts.... yes, well if he's to fit in..... yes that's right...... yes, it's a bit long..... yes I know.... oh you thought so too..... I see..... mmm...... well I suppose we were thinking about.... say, fourteen inches?" she raised her eyebrows at Jan. Jan shook her head vigorously. "Twelve" she whispered in reply, as Peter scowled at her. "Um sorry... make that twelve would you.... yes that would be much better..... yes... well I expect they will be on show a little if it's that short..... frilly ones.... yes ..... mmm they sound very sweet..... that's fine. Petticoats?..... no, no, he looks cute in petticoats doesn't he Jan..... mmm, the more the merrier.... he will won't he..... oh, how sweet" she giggled. "OK that's sorted then... Monday morning..... yes look forward to it.... bye." Peter's ears were burning as Sylvia turned to him to explain the new arrangements. "From now on you'll be assigned to our department and will only work elsewhere in the building if we've nothing for you to do. Remember, I'll be watching you like a hawk, and I'll be asking Jan to check the length of your skirt and whatever you're wearing underneath, on a daily basis. Anyway, it sounds as if your uniform is about to become a little more... girlish" she giggled again. "And rest assured that if your