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Nelson Enterprises - Shock Jock De-Frocked Barb and Ellie have some mischievous fun at the expense of a radio disc-jockey and local loan shark. Eleanor mentors Dan into his new life as a low-income Secretary and wild dancing with a Hispanic male friend. Summary to date: It is not essential that you read all of the stories that precede this one, but the one just before it - "Nelson Enterprises - VP of Sales becomes secretary" - could be helpful but not essential. The main premise is that Nelson Enterprises had invented the 3T machine - Two-way Thought Transfer - but it proved more powerful than expected and can actual transfer minds or do some mental reprogramming. Some of the top executives at NE have found themselves swapped against their wills into the bodies of strippers or pregnant wives or trophy wives. Dan Watkins was the latest transfer - into the body of a former sales lady he harassed and fired and drove into economic desperation. Eleanor Barnes was her attorney and now is his attorney since he is now Kelly Weir. At Nelson Enterprises - Saturday early afternoon. As Eleanor was assisting Dan to the elevator and down to the parking garage at NE, Barb, Kelly, Ellie and Margot relaxed in Bill's plush office. Barb looked a little disappointed at Kelly. "I cannot believe you let Dan get out of here without his first kiss as a lady and some butt squeezing harassment. Kelly's eyes lit up and with a quick grin ran after the elevator. Barb then gestured to Ellie to turn on the radio. "Let's see if the results of our mischief last night have become public yet." Margot looked puzzled. "What were you two up to?" "Oh, you recall Ellie's fun with Dan in the 3T lab before we did the swap?" Barb grinned. "Well, we first did that last night to a couple of local notorious characters but it was not temporary for them. Ellie, tune to 102.7 on the FM dial." Margot was now even more stunned. "Isn't that the station where that shock jock rants and raves about any topic and pours out insults to most any group in the country that is not male and white? What is his name? I never would have pictured you as one of his audience fans." "His radio name is Amus and we are definitely not fans. His show starts much earlier but should still be on." Barb put up her hand to quiet everyone and listens intently but all she hears is a commercial. "Ellie and I ran into Amus and his buddy Sonny - you know the loan shark king who does so many loud TV commercials about his caring loan business while he quietly rips off the poor and helpless. They were at the club last night enjoying some of the exotic dancers including Tony (as Ellie). They were stone drunk and being their typical obnoxious selves. With some help from Tony, we lured them into one of the suites and drugged them. Some of Ellie's muscle men dragged them to the van and helped us get them to the lab. They are both very stocky men. Amus has the body of a wrestler and Sonny is not that good but is still quite hefty." "And what did you do?" Margot just had to know but just then the radio commercial ended and a male announcer - but not Amus - came on. "For those of you just tuning in, Amus did not show this morning and a lady called in and said he was ill and could not make it. We've been playing recordings of some of his past shows but now we have word on Amus's condition. One of our news reporters is at the County hospital emergency room where it seems Amus has been much of the morning. Connie, what can you tell us?" "Jack, this has got to be one of the most bizarre stories I have ever carried or will ever carry. She tries to suppress a chuckle. When I first heard it I knew it was a joke so did not call you. But I have come here and I have researched this and it is true. Amus checked himself in this morning and had hoped to remain anonymous but that has failed. Rather than my try to explain what has happened - for it is hard to imagine, just listen to this tape." Connie queued the van technician and then a voice recording started. It was the voice of a very sexy lady. It was not only soprano in pitch but the voice style and inflections were extremely sensual. It sounded like a sexy movie or a voice from a phone sex hot line. What they heard went like this. "I don't know what nasty guy did this to me but when I get my hands on him or them, I'm gonna cut their darned balls off." The words carried a rough and vengeful message but the tone was sexy and sensual. Margot looked over to Ellie and Barb and they were having trouble breathing due to laughter. Barb tried to speak through the gasps. "Oh, our deep voiced shock jock seems to have a little cold or something. Doesn't he sound so sweet and sexy? And I know he wanted so badly to use words like fuck and asshole and damned but we could not have such a sweet voice able to use such vocabulary." Margot started to chuckle. "You did this to him?" Ellie with a very self-satisfied and proud grin. "Yup! That is our handy work. That fouled mouth bastard is going to find it very hard to run his radio show with that voice and that vocabulary. And we made sure to erase the part of his memory about the club last night so he could not recall where he was or who did this." Barb busted in. "Oh and don't forget the other part. The part where he will get sick in his stomach at the site of a lady swimsuit model but pictures of the men's swim team in Speedos will put him into deep heat! Sorry I ruined one of your club's good paying customers unless you plan to add a gay element." Margot turned back to Ellie. "Yup, his days on the radio of cursing out gay folks or putting down professional women are at an end. None of his former listeners is going to be a fan of that voice for that radio format. Maybe we can get him a job with a phone sex company." Barb shushed them to listen more to the radio. "Let's listen to more. I wonder if they have found Sonny yet." "Folks I 100% guarantee you this is no stunt that I know of. I saw Amus and that recording was made as I watched him speak. He is 6 foot 4 with the body of a male wrestler but now with the voice of a sweet young lady. I first could not help but laugh. He was trying to bark out insulting remarks to the doctors and trying to intimidate them but that voice could not curse and could not intimidate. You could see the frustration in his huge face. I saw him then suddenly lash out and grab one of the doctors and we all feared for the doctor's safety. Amus was trying to shout with that weak little voice "Doc, how can I continue my freaking radio career with this silly little voice. You have to do something." We all were stunned and somewhere between shocked with fear and frozen with hysterical laughter. But we knew the doctor was no match for those strong arms. In an apparent desperate move to protect himself, the doctor clutched Amus around his muscular bare chest and Amus's grip unexpectedly released and he doubled over into a very defense posture and was giggling. I cannot describe how absurd it was to see that hulk of a man giggling and I wish I had some video of it. It seems that Amus among his other changes today he is extremely ticklish like you might expect from a small child or young girl. The orderlies were able to easily control him thanks to this weakness negating the strength of those large muscular arms. I apologize for not being totally professional in this coverage but I cannot control my laughter at this sometime humorous incident. As some of you may know, Amus and I have not exactly been friendly. He is not wild about women in jobs he believes belong to men and my being black made him even more suspicious of me. Now to watch him speak this way and be helpless this way, I cannot help but feel there is some justice in the world. He has many enemies and I suspect most are enjoying this moment very much as well." Jack the studio announcer spoke up. "Connie, do the doctors understand what has happened here?" Connie was ready for this. "I have one of the doctors here and let's see what he has to say." "Connie, I am a psychologist. I was called in to join these 2 other doctors - one a throat specialist and the other is a neurologist. Looking down his throat it is clear that only a small part of his vocal cords are functioning. But there is no sign of damage in there so we cannot see what to repair surgically. So it would seem that the problem is either neural or psychological but it is the strangest thing any of us 3 have ever seen. We have asked him many questions but he has no memory of what he did last night. We are trying to use our investigative techniques but that voice is so sensual that after only 10 to 15 minutes in the examination room we each have strong erections and cannot concentrate. It is not just the female tone but the sexy sensual way he says everything. And then he started reaching out to caress our erections. I had no idea he was gay or maybe that is just another thing that was transformed last night. We finally had to turn him over to some female doctors in hopes they could concentrate on the case." Some of the nurses and lady doctors came over to the interview area and they were laughing their heads off. One of the lady doctors spoke up. "Connie, you cannot believe what a great morning this has been for us. I have no idea how this happened but we lady doctors have been so fed up with this guy's ranting and raving against women's rights and women in professional jobs. Maybe some sorceress got hold of him and god-bless her." Just then Amus was being wheeled by and the ladies taunted him. "Hey Amus, we love that sweet sexy sensitive voice. Give us some more samples. Maybe your balls just shriveled up during the night from too much wild sex. Give us one of those famous deep throated insulting laughs you love to do on the radio." The ladies were all laughing in harmony. The hospital orderly was wheeling him off to a private area but as Amus went by he tried to flip the finger at the ladies but he had the wrong finger up. "That is another thing we noticed." Again it was one of the lady doctors speaking. "He seems to try to make obscene gestures and use obscene language but it does not work. His language is G rated now and his gestures are confused. We heard him try to chuckle as a defense mechanism we guess but instead it was a young girls giggle which totally destroyed our concentration. We tried to examine his throat and chest areas but he is so ticklish every touch got him squirming." One of the lady nurses yelled down the hall. "Hey Amus, maybe you can get a job giving phone sex." She was not the first to say that but it is a theme likely to be repeated many times in the near future. Connie spoke to the studio announcer. "Jack, in our investigations, we have learned that neighbors saw Amus head out last night with his good buddy Sonny. We have tried to contact Sonny's family but they will not accept our calls." Jack the studio announcer cuts in. "To clarify for our radio audience, that would be Sonny LaRossa, the reputed boss of a number of shady businesses around town. Many refer to him as a loan shark but he insists he is a Robin Hood to the poor and helpless. His latest alleged scams have dealt with issuing loans valued between $10,000 or $20,000 to people of low education who will put their homes up for collateral without reading the small print. When they miss one payment he takes their homes and either tosses them out on the street or makes them pay outrageous rental for their own homes." Margot looks to Ellie and Barb. "OK, where is Sonny? What did you do to him?" Barb stopped laughing long enough to say. "I always thought that guy was a jack-ass." Then she continued laughing. Ellie caught her breath and added. "He has a barn behind his mansion and the last we saw he was in there naked, on all fours and braying like a jack-ass. Either no one has found him yet or they are not making it public. He cannot speak any human language and he cannot use his hands to write because the fingers are permanently cupped into fist and acting more like hooves than fingers. He loves to send the ?repo-man' out to deposes his clients but now the ?repo-man' has come and taken his voice and his ability to walk upright or use his hands. He will not be cheating anyone ever again." Barb caught her breath. "He has absolutely no way to communicate so I think his obnoxious TV ads are history. That man has so many enemies even inside his own family; I would not be surprised if they are keeping his condition a secret and will bridle and saddle him and let the kids ride him around. There is probably one whale of a power struggle going on right now and poor Sonny is likely locked away in a stall and being fed hay and oats. The fiber will be good for him." Back on the radio station the studio announcer was talking again. "We were debating whether or not to open the phone lines and let Amus's fans call in but the first few calls were from those who hated him and were laughing and gloating over his misfortune and wishing even more horrible things on him. We have also decided not to continue playing past shows for that would seem to only inflame the hatred calls. So we will go to a music format for the time being." Barb signaled to Ellie and she turned off the radio. "OK, who will be next? Oh, before I forget, let's find out the name of that gay gentleman that Amus so tormented and harassed on his show months ago. I think we should set up a date for them now. Amus thought he knew all there was to know about sex, but he has a few new lessons awaiting him and a new perspective." She then looked at her watch. "Oh, I've got to be getting on home. We've got the big ball tonight and Bill is in training as to how to wear that tight gown, walk in those shoes and let the patrons molest that sexy body of his all in the name of charity. He has become amazingly philanthropic since yesterday." She started to collect a few things. "I do so enjoy the pockets in these baggy pants. No more tights pants and no more worrying where did I leave my purse issues." They headed out together and Barb glanced in the mirror and smiled. "And no lipstick to adjust and the hairs just stay in place. I miss many aspects of being a woman but at times this guy thing has its advantages." In the NE parking garage (just a little earlier) Eleanor led Dan down the elevator to the parking garage and her BMW. As they step out of the elevator, Dan suddenly stops as he looks around. "I had never before noticed how dark and lonely this garage looks like on a Saturday afternoon. We are underground without much light and no security guards. Don't you get the chills wondering who might be lurking behind a car or post? Don't you imagine a dozen eyes staring at you?" Eleanor finds his remarks to be quite unexpected "Dan, I've never imaged you to be the type that easily gets scared when alone in a dark ally. You always seem so self assured." She tries to coax him to walk towards the car and he moves tentatively while he keeps looking over each shoulder. Again he stops. "I have always been self assured but I used to be 6 foot 4 and very muscular. Few people would even consider attacking such a person. Besides, being male, I was not bait. Why did you and Kelly choose this outfit? I feel like a toy on display. I feel like bait being dragged through a shark tank. I feel so small and vulnerable. And if I wanted to run, who could run in these damned shoes?" "Calm down my dear. You are going to be alright." Eleanor tried to reassure him but she was also enjoying his realization of a woman's perspective in this setting. Dan shot back. "Oh, easy for you to say. You are wearing slacks and flat shoes. You are not on display and you could run in such an outfit." Just then a breeze moved through and ruffled Dan lacy skirt and moved across his essentially bare legs and scantily clad butt. He grabbed his flared skirt and tried to pull it down and closer to his legs for both warmth and modesty. He spun to look around and then tried to run on those high heels. Both he and Eleanor were amazed and how well he managed and how very feminine he looked doing it. Eleanor commented as they walked rapidly. "How does it feel to have to run in those shoes? You look so sexy as you do so. Do you feel on display in that dress? You are handling the shoes quite well. I guess it is the Kelly still in you that is displaying that skill. Can their be any doubt why we chose such an outfit for your first experience? We knew that you would be fighting hard to maintain your masculinity inside your head but in an outfit like this it is much harder. Lady's slacks would not have been that much of a change form men's pants. But a frilly dress like that with those high heels has no counterpart in your former world. You cannot relate to it except with feminine feelings. And if someone were to wish to rape you in that outfit, it would not take them long to get to the reward they seek." Just then they had reached the spot where her car is parked. She opened the passenger side car and was amused to see Dan confused about just how to enter a car lady-like while wearing such a short and flared-out skirt. He first started to enter left foot first but could not handle standing on just one foot in those very high heels. Just as Eleanor was offering her hand to help, she heard a man's voice behind her and the sound of it scared a very high strung Dan who uncontrollably let out a very high pitched female shriek. "May I be of assistance?" Kelly offered her large strong hand to Dan to assist him. She had not intended to scare him but as she saw the fear I Dan's face she decided to make size the opportunity. "Please allow me to assist the young lady. I cannot let you leave without showing my gratitude and respect." She pulled Dan close, wrapped her strong left arm around his back waist and her large right hand up under his dress grabbing the back of his left thigh. Kelly planted a big kiss on Dan's lovely smooth neck and she leaned him way over against the car. Dan struggled but was caught off guard and quickly realized that he was no match for the size and strength Kelly now possessed. He squirmed and squealed some but he was trapped. He felt Kelly's right hand slide up his thigh and grab his butt and squeeze. He felt abused and tried to push away but Kelly had lifted him off the ground and he feared struggling would lead to a painful fall. "No, no, no. Put me down!" Kelly pulled back for air. "I just had to be the first to treat Dan as a lady of pleasure. I know your creed will lead you to want to use your lovely body to give pleasure to the men around you and I wanted to be the first. For decades I have been steward of that body and allowed it to give pleasure to men. Now I know how attractive it is from the male perspective and I wanted to be the first man to extract pleasure from its new owner. I am having my first erection and it is magnificent." She guided Dan hand down to the crotch of her pants. "Caress this lovely hard object my sweet. A few minutes ago it was yours and you knew how to get the most pleasure out of it. You knew how to use it as your license to be in charge and give orders. Now you no longer have a penis and you no longer have the rights that go with it - in your distorted view. But if you play your cards right, you can enjoy many penises instead of just one. Adjust to your new life and enjoy. I should screw you right here and now but your lawyer is watching and there will be better opportunities in the very near future." Kelly then buried her face into his full cleavage and blew out from her lips making a trumpet sound against Dan's full breasts. Kelly so wished she could find some old junior high boys and give them this opportunity to be the object of their playful insults like she is doing to Dan. She finally let him loose and in a gentlemanly fashion assisted him into the seat of the BMW. "My dear, you must bring your two feet and knees together. Ladies dressed this way enter the car butt first with the left hand adjusting the skirt under their butt and knees very modestly together. You cannot give any free up your dress as one celebrity recently did. At least you do have a nice panty on to protect yourself. Now that you are seated, pull the knees in and then the feet - always keeping them tightly held together." Kelly was getting a huge erection watching Dan struggle with his body and clothing and having to sit so lady-like. She is even more convinced that she chose the right outfit to be Dan's first women's clothing. His masculine memories cannot possibly have a technique for dealing with these feelings. Dan's mind was filled with Kelly memories of being so lovely and liking having a guy treat her so princess like. He blushed and thanked Kelly. Kelly stepped away and Eleanor closed the door and came around to the driver's side and made herself comfortable. She was wearing slacks and practical shoes so she made a point of entering the car man-like (right foot first) so as to tease Dan. She reached across and pulled down Dan's visor so he could see himself in the lighted mirror. She pulled out some tissues from the center panel. She encouraged him to look at himself in the mirror. "You are going to be just fine Ms. Weir." She just loved saying that with emphasis and then handed the tissues to Dan. "Now use the mirror to clean yourself up while I drive us to my office. The earlier tears smudged your makeup some." Dan looked at Kelly's face in the mirror and gently used the tissue to remove the tears while doing minimum damage to his makeup. That process came easier than he had expected. He examined his reflection more carefully than before. He had always been attracted to this lovely face and eyes and lips. But now he seemed to see it with more detail and with an unfamiliar critical eye. Each line and pore loomed larger than he had ever noticed before. He glanced out of the passenger window and Kelly was there tossing him kisses and making cute little smiles and waves as the car backed out of the parking spot. At Eleanor's Office Eleanor got them to her parking garage very quickly. As she exited her side of the car she made every emphasis to do it in a non-lady-like manner while watching Dan's reactions over her shoulder. She came around to Dan's side of the car and took his right hand and guided him out of the car seat in a very lady-like manner. "First the high heeled feet and then the knees. No, keep those knees to gather young lady! Then lean your head forward and stand up gently and give a very cute smile. Adjust your skirt flair and double check every part of the dress to make sure it is properly adjusted for maximum effect. No telling who is watching and we must look our best always." Dan could not fight it. The Kelly part of his mind was enjoying being beautiful and dressed in this very girly manner. He pranced and spun and felt so excited to be looking and feeling like this. Eleanor escorted him up the elevator, holding doors for him at every chance and once in the office, taking him straight to a full length mirror. "My dear Kelly, look at what a beautiful sight you are. Men will go crazy for a chance to know this lovely lady." Dan soaked up the image in the mirror. He scanned carefully from toe to head and back to toe. He twisted right and then left and then enough to see his back side. Though this was not the body of a model, Kelly had been very athletic and she kept this body in good shape. Eleanor spoke gently as a mentor. "Well my dear, what do you think? Isn't that quite a lovely image looking back from in the mirror? A few minutes ago we were adversaries and you were a big tall jock. Now you are my client and my secretary and I must emphasize, a very attractive lady." That snapped Dan out of his Cinderella trance. "Secretary! I am not a secretary. I am VP of Sales for Nelson Enterprises." Eleanor chuckled. "I suggest you look again in the mirror. Look at that lovely lady and see if it can convince anyone that she is Dan Watkins." Dan looked at his reflection and said "I am Dan Watkins. I am VP of Sales." The sight of that lovely lady making such a statement was humorous and absurd even to him. He turned slowly to Eleanor and looked very puzzled. "How am I going to convince anyone who I am? Even I look at that image and I have to be amused. How am I going to set this right? That sweet face and sweet voice is not going to convince anyone who she really is." Eleanor steadied him with a hand on each upper arm near the shoulder. "You cannot convince them. You are having problems convincing yourself. You must play out this role. With my help you can learn to enjoy some aspects of this role. If you play along and abide by the rules I think they will one day soon switch you back. So far each lady has told me it is their desire to return being women once they have made some significant changes in the corporate culture. But in the meantime, why not experiment and learn?" "Rules, what rules? How do I know how to play this part? What is this part?" "I think the first rule will be that you be Kelly Weir. You do her job, live in her apartment and wear her clothes. Be a lady and do not try to pretend to be Dan Watkins. Remember the contents of your monologue just before the switch? Remember how you laid out the proper ways for a lady to behave. Those are the rules. You made them and they will expect you to live by them. You are not to emphasize career. You are to use your lovely physical attributes to become part of the decorations in my office and bring pleasure to hard working over stressed men." Dan's mouth was hanging open in disbelief. He was just now realizing why they had goaded him into his diatribe. He had designed his own punishment. He defined the rules of his own imprisonment. Eleanor led him to a chair sitting by a table. "Please sit here and let me introduce you to your situation as Kelly Weir." Dan sat very lady-like in the chair. It came disturbingly naturally. Eleanor went over to her desk and came back to the table with a folder. She started pulling papers out of the folder and placing them in front of Dan. "You - Kelly Weir - are in very sad financial shape. This is a promissory note. You owe my firm $100,000. This is your latest bank statement. You have a balance of $234.28. These are 3 credit card statements in your new name. You owe them a total of $18,534.67 and are paying 26% interest. You are also 2 months behind in your rental payments - your roommate has advanced you the money so far." She paused to let Dan absorb all of this. He examined each paper and mumbled "These are not my bills. This is not my signature. When did I supposedly sign these?" Eleanor handed him a pen and scratch sheet of paper. "Please show me your signature." Dan took the pen and very mechanically and calmly wrote out his signature. When he was done, the paper read "Kelly Weir" and it was written in a very attractive feminine hand writing, unlike Dan's normal male power scrawl. He was stunned. He tried again and again and each time he signed Kelly's lovely signature. He was not able to fake his own hand writing. He did finally manage to write Dan Watkins in script but it was again in a very attractive feminine penmanship. There was no escaping this fact - that was his signature on that promissory note. "What is this promissory note?" he demanded. But just as he was finishing that statement the memory of it came up from Kelly's memories deep in his new brain. But Eleanor did not wait. "You signed that this morning along with these other papers. You have dropped all lawsuits against NE and admitted that your claims were groundless and that you had indeed stolen valuable company property. NE has agreed not to prosecute you as long as you do not harass them or their customers and you give away no further company secrets. If you violate this agreement, they will prosecute you on these felony charges and you will be the first man (that we know of) to get to spend time in a federal women's penitentiary - probably for 5 to 10 years." Dan's face grew grimmer. "I have admitted what?" His voice was so frail. "Why did I abandon the suit against NE? Speaking as Dan, I know we were very unfair to Kelly but knew NE was a large enough firm to fight the charges indefinitely and wear her out. But NE did fear the bad publicity." Eleanor explained the trap to him. "Well, how does it feel to have so many decisions made for you by others? I believe that is your ideal wifely stereotype. During our scheming this morning, the team arranged for the original Kelly Weir to sign some key papers so that you - the new Kelly Weir - would be trapped without any alternatives. I believe you will find that we have succeeded. You have surrendered all rights to sue NE and you have also agreed to reimburse my firm for our expenses in this groundless suit against NE. You have admitted they did not harass you sexually. And since your net worth is roughly a negative $19,000 and the credit card companies are threatening to bankrupt you, I have agreed to settle with them as part of this $100K note. In return, this morning you have signed this contract to work for me as my secretary for 4 years at the salary of $35,000 per year. Each year that you successfully complete will erase 25% of the IOU. If you leave without completing it, or if your work is unsatisfactory, then the note becomes due in full and you will find yourself penniless and jobless and possible on your way to federal prison." Dan stiffened up. "$100,000 is nothing. I can pay that easily from just one of my accounts. I can settle this debt now and not spend one moment as your secretary. I am not trapped and I will prove it to you. Your silly plan was a waste of your valuable time." Eleanor acted pleased. "Oh, so you have some money I am not aware of? Please show me and I will gladly accept payment and tear up this note and the work contract. Show me the money!" Dan was excited. "Show me to one of your computers. I just need to get on the internet. I can log into one of my Dan Watkins accounts and transfer that paltry sum in no time. As Dan I was pulling down a base salary of $350K with bonuses often doubling that. Over the years I have invested wisely and have a net worth of close to $12M. I am a highly skilled salesman with numerous wealthy contacts that have helped make me successful. They trust me and will buy almost anything I suggest to them. I can certainly earn far more than $35K per year. How can anyone subsist on such an income?" Eleanor took him over to one of her on-line systems and found that he could type very proficiently despite those long nails. His typing speed and accuracy amazed even himself. He pulled up the web site for one of his accounts and started to log on. When the screen asked for his user ID, he froze. He searched his memory and could not come up with an ID or a password. He had sufficient portions of his old memories to remember 5 different accounts addresses at 5 different web sites but he could not recall a single ID or password. Those deeper memories were back in his other body. Kelly now had full access to those accounts and he had no access. Eleanor waited a bit while nothing happened and then asked. "What is the matter? I thought you had access to millions. All you need is the ID and password and you can transfer the money." Dan pounded on the keyboard in frustration. He screamed out. "This is not fair! That is my money! That is my life! You guys have no right to take this from me!" The tears began to flow. "If I can recall just one of those passwords I could be free from your trap." Eleanor could not let this go by without a bit more fun. "Maybe you can just go into one of these banks or financial institutions and write a check. I am sure with some suitable ID, they will look at this lovely body and have no problem believing it is Dan Watkins. You just need suitable ID and the ability to sign your old signature. I am sure they have encountered people named Dan who look as shapely and lovely as you do." She leaned back in her chair and gave a good deep laugh. "Excuse me if I seem heartless but you put Kelly into this financial mess and now it is only justice that you live in it. You helped to bankrupt her and you have ruined her career so that secretary is now her highest aspiration. Now cry your little heart out and then I will explain the work rules around here and for you the dress rules. And as for other work opportunities, none of your old accounts will recognize you so why would they buy from you. They might recognize Kelly Weir but they will also know that you told them it was dangerous to buy from such a thief. So any chance for a career in sales has been sabotaged. And besides, you have this contract that says you will work for me until the $100K is paid off." Eleanor paused to catch her breath and since Dan remained speechless, she continued. "But there is another option open to you. It is an option taken by many young ladies who have limited career opportunities. It is called marriage. You can pretty yourself up and go find some rich sugar daddy who would love to fund your hobbies and maybe even pay off your debts. But they will have some high demands in return. Search your Kelly memories. You have had a short affair with Ralph Lewis and he was quite generous with you. Maybe he would pay your debts in exchange for a life time nuptial contract." She could see that Dan was successfully retrieving those memories and he looked like he was going to lose his lunch. Eleanor watched for a minute to make sure he had regained his composure. Dan softly spoke. "Kelly really slept with that guy? And repeatedly? What sort of girl would marry a slime ball like that?" Eleanor interrupted "Yes, YOU DID date him and you seriously considered marriage for the sake of his money. I am certain he will call on you again and you had better be very careful not to close that door until you have found other options." Dan pondered on this for a bit for it was not a new idea. As a guy he had wondered about women who are forced into marriage by their parents or friends or financial circumstances. Guys really have no idea what women find attractive in men and have often wondered if it was more of a security need than an emotional or sexual one. And as women get more independent and self reliant how will the attractions change? And financial problems also drive some women to a life of prostitution and Dan did not wish to spend his life servicing former business partners. He was sensing some of those feelings from his memories left by Kelly. That sense alone was enough to help convince him to play along for now. What if he did marry a slime ball? Then when Kelly switches back, she would be married to him. That brought a smile to Dan's face - what a great revenge that would be! But he knew that if he wrecks Kelly's life, she will not wish to switch back, but he still liked to ponder the thought just to have some amusement. "Now let's discuss your work and dress rules. You will wear heels no smaller than 3 inches and 4 inches is preferable. You will dress only in dresses and skirts - no slacks; you will have clean shaven legs and wear eye makeup and lipstick at all times. You will be allowed to wear a variety of skirts and dress lengths but on most occasions the skirts will be short and tight. You will be eye candy for my clients and in some cases you will be more than just eye candy. Under no occasion will you wear anything that even remotely looks masculine. And your nails will be bright red and well manicured and your hair long and feminine. Don't even think for one moment about cutting it to be less trouble or you will be declared in violation of the contract. We have a hair dresser and salon in our building and we have an account there. Oh, and before I forget, our new biggest account is Nelson Enterprise's sales department and they insist that you be the currier that carries packages and confidential letters between our companies. The Sales VP insists that you be very sweet to him and his department or this account will be in jeopardy and your job will be in jeopardy. You will do anything and everything they ask of you or the contract is in violation. Please feel free to read the contract. I have the right to set the rules and change them at will as long as it is legal. So I cannot force you to be a prostitute and NE knows this also. But they can expect you to be a call girl and they intend to do just that with my blessing. They will be expecting you to entertain some of their salesmen and some of their clients and the term entertain can have a very wide interpretation." Dan was searching for words to fire back but he was lost. There must be some way to escape this and he will find it, but for now he had better play along and buy some time. Clearly he is currently critically strapped financially. Clearly none of his past clients are going to be open to any sales overtures from Kelly Weir. Clearly he had better accept his role as secretary at least for now. Survival is the first order of business. He is losing this game but he can regroup and counterattack on his own schedule but he needs time to plan. The thought of having to make frequent trips to NE and have Kelly gloat over his situation was going to be hard to swallow while he develops his own plan. But maybe he can protect himself from her gloating if he just fakes a positive attitude and pretends to enjoy what they do. That should steal some of her pleasure. And while biding his time, maybe he can find a way to lay his hands on that TTT machine and reclaim his glory and exact revenge. "If there are no more questions, then we will retire to your apartment. We will go there and I will teach you how to dress as my secretary. We will try on several outfits and if there are not enough suitable ones, then I will take you shopping. With that body of yours, shopping should be a real pleasure for you will look and feel exciting in almost any type of garment. If your roommate is home, she can join in the fun. She has long complained that you are far too reserved in the way you dress so she will get a kick out of the new you. But we will need to conceal any talk about the 3T machine and body switching while she is around." Dan looked around the office and motioned to Eleanor towards the papers on the desk top. Eleanor responded. "Yes, those are yours to keep. I have the originals safely locked away in a place even my secretary cannot gain access to." Dan picked up his purse and opened it. He pulled out his wallet and looked at his driver's license. According to it, anyone who looked like that picture was owner of this purse and this license and there could be no doubt that he looks like the picture. So according to that license, he is Kelly Weir. He rifled through the paraphernalia in the purse and he recognized most of it thanks to Kelly's memories. There was his lipstick, his sanitary products, some eye-liner, his car keys, plenty of tissues and all sorts of other things he used to call women's junk. But at this moment it all seemed necessary. He then picked up the papers along with his purse and headed down to the garage trying hard to keep up with Eleanor. These short legs and high heels made him have to walk in short choppy steps. Eleanor took every opportunity to make sure Dan knew what it was like to be treated like a lady. She opened every door for him. After opening the car door, she offered a hand and helped Dan to lower himself very lady-like into the passenger seat and did not shut the door until he had checked that all of his skirt was safely in the car. Once Eleanor was in the driver's seat she took a double take at Dan. He had lower the visor to see in the mirror and was adjusting his lipstick and hair. "You look just lovely my dear." She poked at him. "But it is good to see you are self conscious about your looks. This is important for a lady of your status." Dan at first looked away when he realized he had been discovered. But then he looked back and snapped defensively. "Well, don't look at me like I am some kind of freak. You put me in this body and it is a very attractive body. It would be strange if I did not check my looks and make adjustments like most women learn to do at an early age. Most of this head is full of Kelly's memories and it knows how to adjust lipstick and hair. Do you want me looking like a tramp?" "No, what you just did was very natural for a lady and I would not have taken any serious notice except that I know that Dan is in that body and it is strange for Dan to be so picky about his looks." Dan had a pensive look for a moment and the responded in a sweet and tender tone. "We both have to admit that men and women are different, don't we? Just diagnose that last statement of yours. Of course I am meaning different beyond the obvious physical differences. Our brains are wired differently. You expect a woman to be very picky about her appearance but you would find it strange for a man to be so picky. We both know some men who are fastidious and a good number of those are gay men. Modern science is doing research and it is now tending to believe those men have minds wired more like a woman's minds." Eleanor seemed puzzled with his point. "I am not sure I like where this is leading." Dan pleads for patience. "Please do not get ahead of me here. You may find this hard to believe but I am not working towards a put-down of women. When someone starts talking about 2 things being different it is assumed he is planning to say one is better than the other but that is true only in one-dimensional worlds. I believe that our modern society does itself a grave disservice by trying to deny the subtle differences between men and women. I believe we can be different without one needing to be superior." Eleanor is stunned. "Now you are surprising me and maybe scaring me just a little." Dan tries to calm her. "OK - this part will not surprise you so much. Men will be superior in some qualities and women will be superior in other qualities. I know we can not lump all women into one set of characteristics and the same with men. But statistically most fall into certain narrow ranges of characteristics. I do believe that men are better suited for the stressful dog-eat-dog business world and women are better suited for support and nurturing roles." Eleanor was trying to be patient. "Be careful. You might be digging your own grave here. Remember you cannot refer to ?you women' at this time. You have to say ?us women' as you proceed." Dan paused to look at her and then continued. "Yes, I know and if my point is that women's minds are wired differently, I need to recognize that I am not a man's mind in a woman's body but a Man's identity in a woman's mind and body. So yes I do need to tread carefully here. Follow along with me for a few minutes. I don't think I've lost me mind." He had to stop for a moment while they both laughed. "Oh, that was not an intentional joke. So I have lost my mind and Kelly has most of it now. But you know what I meant. I don't think I am crazy. I am voicing some deep thoughts and I am asking you to be a friend and help me think through this. I am aware that as I discuss women and their characteristics and roles I am now talking about my sex instead about the other sex. I also have to be amazed that I am talking so openly here. I am not one who usually speaks his intimate thoughts so freely but at this moment I am feeling a need to speak. Even more than that, I am feeling a great tension release to sit here and speak to you this way. I have long read that women actually have a need to speak much more each day than men need to or are comfortable speaking. Is this a sign that this mind is requiring me to speak as a tension release?" Eleanor chose to be supportive. "You might be onto something. Most of us women do find it important to speak our minds to our closest confidants. I am touched that you would choose me to be your confidant." Dan looks tenderly at Eleanor. "Even though you know who I really am inside, when you look at this body you are conditioned to treat me differently. You see this attractive female body and you want to treat it female. You expect certain actions and you are surprised by unexpected actions. Women like to blame men for pigeon-holing them and enforcing stereotypes but any objective person would have to admit that women often are the ones who limit other women's options." Eleanor had to admit that some of this was right. She also had to comment to herself that if a man were in that passenger seat at this moment, she would act differently and even get argumentative. But since a woman is along side of her she felt a natural tendency to want to be supportive. How strange is this? Dan is amazing even himself with how talkative he is. "I am not normally this talkative. I do not normally find it this eay to put ideas into words and to open up like this. This mind I am in seems compelled to verbalize but it is also gifted at finding words and expressions where as my former mind would freeze up and then try to express itself in physical actions rather than verbal actions." He then goes back to discussing male and female differences. "The male and female relationship is not symmetric. They bring different attributes and gifts to a relationship and it cannot be measured 50-50. Women bring physical beauty and emotions to the relationship. There is no escaping the fact that men are attracted by a women's looks but they also are attracted by her ability to help him express emotions that are normally trapped inside of him and seeking expression. Women enjoy being attractive and being noticed by men but only up to a point. When the guy starts taking notice, the woman starts to pull back. Most women are programmed to be risk adverse. I think this is part of the attraction they have to men. Men tend to take more risks and they help draw this out in women. Surveys tell us that one of the things women first like abut men is the way men make them laugh. Men do crazy things catch women off guard because women as a whole have an internal mechanism that holds them back from doing crazy or risky things and men do not have this. And when the guy does something crazy, the women is caught off guard. For a related reason this is why I think most women do not make good business leaders. They are risk adverse. That doesn't mean they could not be great administrators or even managers but it depends on the type of activity." Eleanor just had to finally pause him. "We are approaching your apartment. I must say I am intrigued by your monologue but do think it is a little narrow minded. Don't you think modern women - many of whom have been raised very differently form their mothers, do not fit your stereotype as well as women of the previous generation? Don't you find modern women to be more daring and assertive? I think you are being quite unfair." Dan reflects and then responds. "I have to admit that since the latest generation of women in this country has been encouraged to play in sports, they do tend to be more daring and take more chances. This is impressive and I think psychologically healthier for them. I think we could end up with a generation of women who are less neurotic and less paranoid. But why do they then need to use these new skills to compete with men? Why not use them to be better home makers or better volunteers around the community? Why not use them to enrich the mutual lives with their husbands? Why try to out macho the men? You whine your way into our work places insist you can be as good or better than us, and no sooner do we let you in then you complain about how awful the place is and want us to tone down the jokes and celebratory dinners so they are more acceptable to the delicate female senses of what is right and wrong. Why did you want in if you were not going to like the place?" Eleanor shook her head. "I see I am going to have to take you to a strip club now that you are the same sex as the strippers. I would be very curious to get your honest reactions." Dan goes back to the discussion of modern woman and risk taking. "Many of these modern young ladies use some of this new daring to dress provocatively - skimpy swimsuits or short skirts or whatever. They rebel against the old modest standards. Men love this but then when this ?fly paper' draws the man in closer, the women goes all icy. They tease us but then tell us ?look all you want but do not touch without my permission'. Is this fair? What is the harm in letting co-workers come up and touch and enjoy? Women could use this new daring spirit to flirt more and let the men express their appreciation with some harmless caressing. I think this is more acceptable in Latin countries. But for it to work successfully men must also know when to stop. A little kiss or caress and hug should be a fulfilling answer. A flirting woman should not be interpreted as an invitation to the bed chamber. It should just be a healthy release of feelings and a chance to act out and let off a little steam. But men of our society are so repressed, that when they get the slightest flirt, they act like starving dogs. Feed us a little now and then and maybe we would not be such animals." Eleanor pulls into a parking spot. "Dan, I must say that I have enjoyed this unexpected open discussion. I intend to help you find a way to test your theories. As my secretary, I will allow you to demonstrate how you think a woman should behave with her fellow workers and with our clients. We both know you will catch many of the men quite off guard and they will over react. We must be prepared for this over-reaction and know you are taking a risk. We must not severely punish over-reaction but instead take them as chances to mentor and lovingly forgive." Dan looked over from the passenger seat. "Oh no, now wait a minute. You and I both know I was not born a woman and I was talking about real natural women, not men trapped as women. We need to encourage this of real women and I need to be set back in my body and allowed to demonstrate the proper male reactions to this openly expressive modern woman." Eleanor laughed. "Not going to happen - at least not right away. Maybe in the near future but for now, you have pontificated on how a modern woman should behave; let's see if you have the guts to demonstrate (I would not suggest it required balls). How does that old saying go? ?You've talked the talk, but can you walk the walk?' I'll be your sponsor. Use my office and NE as your laboratory. The sales department at NE can be your lab rats along with some of my choice clients and male co-workers. You have inherited some very attractive female physical attributes and a keen female mind - maybe even sharper than the male mind that you forfeited. I will be your mentor as well as your sponsor. What a most unique opportunity." Dan sat motionless in the car as Eleanor came around to open it for him. His big mouth had gotten him deeper into trouble. But, maybe there can be some fun in this. Maybe he can lift the spirits of some dull offices and wouldn't this be a victory if he could prove to women that he was right all along? He has been taking close stock of this body and it has some excellent potential for fun and games. He's already deeply pondered all chances for escape and at the present time that pathway is clearly hopeless. So while biding his time for an opportunity to switch back, why not play along. There may be some fun in it and there is the chance to prove himself right. And at the very least he might get these former ladies to drop their guards and give him an opportunity to become Dan again. Eleanor offered her hand and he exited the car in a most lady-like manner. He practiced moving those legs and hips and breast in provocative ways and watched Eleanor's reactions. Eleanor is amused but has to offer advice immediately. "Well done my dear. That exit was one accomplished in a very attractive manner. But I think you need to tone down the movements just a little. We need to find the happy compromise between social flirting and being a slut. I like the rules you have prescribed for this game but let me give some constructive pointers along the way or you will get a reputation that will soil our office image irreparably." Dan strutted towards the stairs to his new apartment and worked on his walk and his smile and Eleanor was taking notes. In the apartment Dan fumbles through the purse looking for the apartment key. He is not having any luck. Finally, before he can find it, the door opens and there stands Millie - his Barbie-doll flat-mate - and her latest Latin boy friend Julio. Julio, with huge eyes staring at Dan speaks first. "Kelly, you look magnificent. I normally only see you in those conservative business suits, but you should wear this type of exciting outfit more often. Your legs are so fantastic and your breast so full and your hair is let down." Dan was stunned but his face glowed with appreciation for those flattering remarks. Men are not normally addressed with such descriptions. The Kelly part of his mind shot back to the surface and took charge for his male mental neurons had no appropriate response for such complements. There was Hispanic music playing in the background so Julio did not waste a good chance to dance with such a sexy lady. Dan suddenly felt his hand being pulled and before he could refuse, he was dancing to some wild Latin music and moving his hips in ways he did not know they could move. Julio was a magnificent dancer and a superb leader. Dan had danced some but never as the lady and never this exact dance step. But Kelly's mind and body seemed to know what they were doing. He followed Julio's lead and moved sideways and backwards quite skillfully in these high heels. As Julio spun him, Dan's lacy flared skirt spread out displaying his colorful panties but he was having far too much fun to care. This all seemed so natural and Julio was mesmerizing. Dan was swinging his shapely hips and working those high heeled feet like he had been doing this most of his life. This body of Kelly's loved to dance and a spectator could see why. It looked magnificent when making these motions. Eleanor was being ignored but slowly made her way into the apartment and closed the door. She could not have planned a better reception for Dan if she had tried. But this was all coincidence though the dress Dan was wearing certainly increased the odds of Julio's reactions. He pulled Dan in close, spun him out and dipped him. These were all clearly feminine acts and the male part of Dan's mind was overwhelmed and had submerged. Millie was cheering and clapping and enjoying watching her flat-mate have so much fun. "Go for it gal! Keep lose and let Julio have his way with you. He is as macho as they come and there is plenty of him to share. No one can make you feel all women like he can." Millie had no idea how particularly appropriate that expression was at this moment. She had no idea that the inhabitant of that body needed lessons in how to be more women. If Dan had wanted to experiment with flirting as a woman, he had come to the right place. When the music stopped, both were out of breath and Eleanor and Millie were applauding loudly. Millie spoke first. "Kelly, I've tried for so long to get you to dress in that outfit. You look magnificent. What prompted you to wear it today? It is so good to see you relaxed and expressing yourself in this manner." Dan looked at Millie and was trying to find the appropriate way to answer without giving away his secret. Eleanor could see him struggling so she spoke up. "Millie, I too have been worried about Kelly and I helped persuade her to go out with me dressed this way. I am also instructing her to dress more attractively for the office and to stop being so stoic. I want you to help me get her to buy more interesting outfits and be comfortable wearing them. It is important for her psychological health and I think Julio here may be just what the doctor ordered. In fact, I'd like Millie and I to take Kelly into her bedroom and pick out some outfits and let her model them for Julio right now." Julio was getting even more excited now. "Si, Yes, pronto. I will be glad to help in her instruction and give you guys the male view point on each outfit." It was so kind of him to want to help. Eleanor was guiding the speechless Dan toward Kelly's bedroom and Millie was opening the door. Eleanor looked at Dan and softly said. "You were very talkative about your ideas in the car so let's get started right away in practicing what you were preaching." She then turned to Julio. "Wait just a few minutes; we will try to be fast. Understand, we not only want you to step back and admire and critique the outfit and the poses, but we want you to caress and demonstrate exactly how a man would like to enjoy and flatter a lady who wishes to express her femininity and have it enjoyed by her partner." Julio's tight slacks could not hide his growing excitement and desire to do just as Eleanor had asked. Dan was almost in shock. This was happening far more quickly than he had been prepared for. The door closed behind him and Millie was already pulling out several very skimpy outfits. (stop here or continue?) add-on Millie is so excited. "Eleanor, should we go with an elegant tight gown, or a short skirt and halter or what? Kelly has such a fantastic body and there are so many exciting options." Eleanor was unzipping the back of Dan's dress and assisting him to slide it down his body. In classic male clumsiness Dan was trying to lift it up over his head like a T-shirt. That would be effective but Eleanor wanted the more classic lady-like style of sliding it down the body and having to step out of it. She wanted to put him through as many -non- male motions as possible for she had observed how these actions messed most with his attempts to fight the changes. There he stood in panty and bra and heels. She smacked him on the butt. "We need to highlight the fantastic curves in this body - the hips, and the butt in particular. This butt is world class!" She smacked it again and Dan squeaked. Dan tried to give an opinion but Millie would not wait. "Oh Kelly, just play along with us. If you take charge of the dressing you will put yourself into baggy slacks and flannel shirt and flat shoes. You are so damned practical. If I did not know better, sometimes I'd think there was a guy hiding inside this hot babe's body. - must be what your daddy did to you because he wanted a son." If only Millie had known what was inside that mind instead of Kelly. Eleanor could not hold back her laugh. "See Kelly what a caring flat- mate you have. Millie is going to help you feel more like a lady than at any time in your life so far. She believes that attractive ladies should flaunt there stuff so stick with her and learn to rock!" "Yeah girl!!! Viva le difference!" Millie somewhat mutilated a French expression raving about the physical differences between men and women and how great it is for both sexes to love the differences and relish them. Eleanor was rifling through dresser drawers and pulled out a classic spandex tank swimsuit with a flowery pattern. "Hey look at this baby. This would flatter those hips and butt and contoured back. If he wore this ...oops!" She quickly caught her slip. "If ?she' wore this along with a short wrap with a slit up one thigh that should be a great dancing outfit. Part way through the dance, the wrap could be pulled off with a flare and show off the fabulous butt and legs. She entered the apartment wearing a loose fitting flared dress and that was exciting but this time we need her to be in something that much more effectively reveals the wonderful shapes of that body." Millie was pondering. "There are so many options but I do like that flowery pattern and I think I have the perfect wrap that attaches with Velcro so it can pull off very easily. It is a solid color that could go with some of those flowery colors." Eleanor quickly had Dan strip off his panty and bra and he stood naked in front of the full length mirror for a few seconds. Oh how he had longed to see this naked body back when he was Dan and Kelly worked for him. He struck a few subtle poses in the mirror as he worked his hands along the naked thighs and hips and butt. While he soaked in the details of that shapely body and realized it was him, there was absolutely no way he could think of himself as male - no matter how strong some old memories might be. Any attempt to use mind over matter to think of himself as male was failing miserably as he looked at that magnificent female body move as he directed it. For the past few hours he had been wearing a loose fitting frilly dress that did not accentuate the curves of this body. Now he could more clearly examine those hips and for the first time experience his arms hanging down onto the hips rather than along side the hips as most men experience in their bodies. His slender sensitive fingers caress that torso female flesh he had long lusted after. He liked the sensation but it was not the sensation he normally expected and loved when he caressed women in the past. It was pleasant but it was not erotic. His hands were drifting up to the breasts when Eleanor's attention returned to him. Dan pulled back and turned from the mirror but Eleanor did not give him a chance to speak. She stretched open the spandex swimsuit down near his feet and Millie helped him balance as he stepped into the fabric. Eleanor guided it up his legs and he watched it stretch out as his legs broadened significantly as the suit moved above the knees towards the hips. As it traversed the hips it was stretched skin tight, but not uncomfortable. Eleanor guided first the right arm and then the left through the straps and then delicately adjusted them on his slender shoulders. The fabric was stretched tight across his firm breasts. Eleanor turned him back to facing the full mirror and demonstrated how he should firmly grab the lower end of the suit and pull it down and smooth it out so it was comfortable. Dan watched and then used his own hands to adjust it so there was not a pull or pinch in the crotch and then used his hands to smooth the way it laid on his rounded hips and sculptured back and butt. He noticed how easily it would ride up depending on how he moved. He recalled that he often noticed girls and women adjusting the bottoms of their tank suits and now he understands why. He would try to move more carefully to see if that made a difference. Dan tried a variety of poses in the mirror. He turned his backside to the mirror and looked over one shoulder and then the other to look at how the swimsuit highlighted his butt and his contoured back. ?I really am in quite a hot body.' He thought to himself. How many years have I enjoyed watching ladies like this walk the beaches and swimming pool decks and I might dream about getting into her pants? He had chased such women for many years and now he was pondering the thought about how it might feel to walk on the beach in this outfit and this time be the hunted. Would he enjoy the attentions of men out to hit on her? This swimsu