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By the (Personnel) Book
CHAPTER 2: Patti's Transformation
Now that you know about my first day on the job at Specialized Personnel
Services (SPS), I should give you some background. I majored in history,
which of course qualified me to do pretty much nothing that involves a
paycheck, so I wasn't exactly swamped with opportunities. I had just
moved into the area and hadn't started making friends yet. No
girlfriend. No guys to hang out with. Pretty much on my own.
Physically, I'm about 5'6" and slender. I was on the track team in high
school and kept running in college, so I'm in decent shape. My hair is
longish, and I keep it in a neat ponytail in the back. A little on the
artsy side, I guess.
That seemed relevant at this point, because as I was having to adhere to
at least some parts of a dress code written for a previously all-female
company, at least I didn't look like a middle aged fat man wearing
lipstick. I weighed about the same as most of the women at SPS, and a
lot of them were taller than me even without heels.
As I got ready for my first day on the job, I tried to choose clothes
that were on the androgynous side. Pants with a fairly wide leg, penny
loafers, and a loose-fitting amber shirt. I washed my hair so I wouldn't
be showing up at the spa with dirty hair. I shaved extra close.
And I put on my lipstick, making a note that I needed to buy my own and
return Cindy's. Also, I wanted to use something a little more subtle
than the coral. I didn't use the liner or gloss, but hoped it would be
enough to satisfy the ladies.
I got into the office a little early, and encountered CEO Valerie
Stinson as I walked in.
"Well, I'm impressed!" said Valerie. "Showing up early on your first
full day. I like that kind of initiative. I know you're going to really
work hard to fit in here."
I thanked her and went on to my desk outside Ellen's office. Ellen came
in a few moments later.
"Good morning, sweetie! Ready for your first big day?"
"Yes ma'am. I just hate that I'll be having to take time off for my spa
appointment."
"Don't worry, that's not time off. Think of it as your first out-of-
office assignment, your orientation. Consider yourself still on the
clock, so to speak. Which means, of course, that you'll be very
cooperative in letting the ladies at the spa make changes that will help
you fit in better."
"You mean the hair and manicure?"
"Who knows? They know our policies, and they work with all our other
girls, so they may have a few other suggestions. I trust you'll take
them just as if they were coming from me."
Slightly uncomfortable, I promised I would.
"Wonderful. I noticed you didn't line your lips. Do you need help with
them?"
"I've just never done it before."
"Why don't you just step down to the ladies' room and freshen them up.
Then make some coffee when you get back."
"Yes ma'am," I said, heading out the door.
The ladies' room was crowded. Ellen, Lynn, and two women I hadn't met. A
couple were chatting, and others were checking their makeup. I found my
way to a stall.
"Remember, sit!" called Cindy, prompting giggles from the others.
I emerged, washed my hands and pulled my lipstick from my pocket. Cindy
stopped me.
"Sweetie, two things. First, you don't carry makeup around in your
pockets. We've got to get you a purse. Second, you start with the liner.
You're not even wearing the lip liner, are you?"
"No, I was about to put it on."
"You line first so that it's easier to keep the lipstick where it
belongs. Right, Lynn?"
"Right," said the personnel director. "It is good to see her trying,
though."
"I appreciate your patience," I said, an inner voice telling me I was
dangerously close to sucking up.
"I'm sure you will," said Lynn. She left.
Cindy and I just looked at each other for a moment.
"She can be a little cold. What can I say? She's HR. It's her job. Here,
let's get those lips fixed. You do it, but let me guide you."
I pulled out the lip pencil and drew an outline, then filled it in with
the lipstick.
"Just do the gloss in the middle of the lip and press together. That
gives a nice 3-D effect. Beautiful!" said Cindy.
Back in the office, I got a fresh pot of coffee going. "Should be ready
in a jif," I called into Ellen's office.
"Thanks, Patti. Let's see those lips. Much better. Let's try and keep
them that way, mm? You have nice lashes. Some mascara would help. Tell
you what, we have a corporate account with the MAC counter at Macy's.
Here's their number. They open around 10, so call over there and see if
Dana is working today. If she is, I'd like to speak with her."
"Yes ma'am," I said, taking the number. "Well, time to get to work I
guess!" I said, changing the subject.
"Indeed. There's a list of customers' names on your desk. I'd like you
to call them and introduce yourself. You realize, of course, that your
job is extremely important, and what you say in these phone
conversations is critical in setting the tone for your relationship with
them. If you like, I can write a little script to guide you. Here, give
me five minutes."
Ellen turned to her keyboard and began typing. A short while later, I
received an email from her:
Patti,
Since you're new, I think it would be helpful if you read the following
word for word:
"I'm your new Customer Satisfaction Manager at SPS, and I wanted you to
know you can call me anytime to help with any concerns or special needs
you may have. It is my job to keep you happy, and you can be sure I'll
do what it takes to satisfy your every need, no matter what it takes.
Remember my motto: 'I never say no!'"
"Cute," I said.
"Make it convincing, and keep your voice light and airy. Remember,
they're used to hearing female voices here, but some might actually find
you easier to relate to being male. I know Fritz liked you a lot."
"Yes, he was very nice."
"Well, hop to it!"
After a couple of hours of calling, I noted that it was 10, time to call
Dana at the MAC counter. I dialed the number. As it turned out, Dana
answered the phone.
"Hello, Dana? This is Pat Davis, the new customer service manager at
SPS. Ellen, our operations manager, wanted me to see if you were working
today. Do you have a minute to talk with her."
"Sure!"
I transferred the call to Ellen, who spoke with Dana for five minutes,
then picked up the phone and made another call. She came out to my desk.
"How are the customer service calls going?" she asked.
"Fine. Everybody sounds really happy to hear from me."
"Well, they know you're going to do whatever it takes to meet their
needs, and that makes you very special. Are you reading the script
verbatim?"
"Yes ma'am!"
"That's great. Hey, I have an idea! Let's get a sign to go over your
desk that says 'Remember my motto: I never say no!' I'll order it today.
Now, I hate to mess up your day, but I've rearranged your appointment a
bit. Dana can take you at 4, but that won't allow enough time at the
spa, so I just called them, and they can start soon as you get there.
Here's the address. Why don't you close up shop now and head on over
there?"
"Sure," I said. "What all are they doing?"
"Just all wonderful stuff. You'll love it. Now scoot!"
The spa was located in a corner of the mall, and I found it easily. As I
walked in, the girl at the front counter smiled and said, "Patti?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Hi, come on in, sweetie. Let's get you started. We'll do your nails
first, then send you in for some waxing and do your hair last."
"I didn't know about the waxing."
She laughed. "Oh, you'll love it! It hurts a little when they do it, but
you'll love the feel of your skin afterward." She took me back to the
nail area, where four ladies were lined up at tables, and introduced me
to Mitzi, the nail tech.
"Well, let's see those hands. Eek! No wonder they rushed you over here.
That's OK. They'll be beautiful when you leave."
Mitzi started right to work, filing my nails down very short. Then she
surprised me by filing the tops of the nail beds as well.
"Won't that look bad?" I asked.
Mitzi just laughed. "Don't be silly. That just makes the glue hold the
nail on better," she said. "Here. I'll show you."
She took a plastic false nail out of a tray, put glue on it, and pressed
it down onto my roughed-up pinky. It extended out a full inch.
"Isn't that awfully long?" I asked. Another laugh from Mitzi.
"Don't worry, sweetie. We'll cut them down to a manageable size. The SPS
corporate policy is to have attractive, polished nails at a business
length. You haven't seen any huge claws around there, have you?"
I hadn't, but I had noticed that all the nails were distinctly feminine,
and colored.
"Why can't we just use my own nails?" I asked.
"Consistency. They break, and they don't hold polish as well. I can
polish these and they'll be good for two weeks without a single chip."
"Can we just use clear polish in my case?" I asked.
"I'm afraid not, honey. The policy is that nails have to match the
lipstick. Is that the lip you usually wear?"
"It's the only one I have, but I imagine I'll be getting something
else."
"Well, we'll match it with a nice coral color for your nails today, but
if you change your lipstick color, you can come by and we'll just do a
quick polish change. No big deal," she said.
I had to admit that the final length was reasonable - nice ovals about a
quarter-inch past my fingers. Nothing a man would wear, especially in
that bright coral polish, but I could still use my hands.
Next came a pedicure, ending with the same bright coral on my toenails,
which were held apart by little foam rubber separators.
Finally, it was time or the waxing. "I do waxing too, so I'll be doing
you," said Mitzi. "Let's go into the waxing room."
She started by tilting the table back and looking at my eyebrows through
a big, lighted magnifying glass. She spread some hot wax on my brow,
pressed a piece of cloth on it, then sharply pulled it away. "See?" she
said, showing me the hair on the cloth. "It gets it all at once." She
did the other eye and handed me a mirror. Suddenly, I had sharply arched
brows that tapered off into a thin point.
"Wow, that's a big change."
"Sure is! I don't think anything actually changes your face as much as
getting your brows done," she said. "And it opens up more of your eyelid
for your eye shadow. You are going to be wearing eye makeup, aren't
you?"
"Nobody has said that exactly, but I am going to the MAC counter at
Macy's after I get done here."
"Well, makeup's what they do, so she'll have a nice set of eyes to work
with. You have great lashes. Now, you need to take off your clothes,"
she said.
I was startled. "Huh?"
"We have to do a body wax, silly! Now how am I going to get all that
nasty hair off through your clothes? Off with them!"
I removed my shirt and pants. "Those too," she said, pointing at my
briefs. Sheepishly, I removed them as well, embarrassed to notice that I
had a hard-on. Mitzi, who had her back turned to straighten her
supplies, pressed the button on an intercom.
"Gladys, would you bring me a sheet to cover up Patti's peepee while
we're waxing?" she said. I was chagrined to discover that the intercom
could be heard by everyone in the salon. Gladys must have been close by,
because the door immediately opened, just as Mitzi turned to face me.
Gladys and Mitzi laughed in unison.
"Well, we don't see a lot of those in here!" said Gladys. "But that's
such a little one it hardly counts!"
"It's one wee-wee pee-pee all right! You don't need a sheet for it!"
said Mitzi. "I'd never seen one that small, so I assumed - well, here,
you can cover that little thing with this," she said, handing me a
washcloth. I accepted it gratefully.
"Mitzi, I don't have another one until 2, and this is a pretty big job.
Want me to stay and help with it?" said Gladys.
"Sure. I could use the help. You spread, I'll pull," said Mitzie.
Gladys turned around and said loudly over her shoulder, "If anybody
needs me, I'm waxing wee-wee," she said. Just then I realized that she
had left the door open, an several women in the salon had witnessed the
entire exchange.
"Uh, could we close that?" I asked.
"Aw, did we embarrass you? I'm sorry!" said Mitzi, closing the door.
With that, the two women started to work - Gladys spreading the hot wax
up and down on my legs, sometimes using a roller to get it even. Whole
sections of my leg hair quickly disappeared. Then they moved to my chest
and worked their way down to the waste. Finally, Mitzi pulled away my
washcloth.
"Mmph!" said Gladys, stifling a laugh with her knuckles in her mough.
"Be nice," said Mitzi. "OK, sweetie. Now we come to the fun part."
"Do you really have to take that hair off? Nobody can see it," I
pleaded.
"You sure? You didn't think we'd see it, did you? Or the ladies who
peeped in a while ago? You just never know. Besides, it's policy, and if
Lynn found out I didn't do it, we could lose a very good client. You
wouldn't want that to happen, would you?" she said, poking her lower lip
out in a pretend pout.
"No, I guess not," I said.
They clipped my public hair to a manageable length, then Gladys covered
part of it in hot wax. The pain was so intense I screamed out loud, and
two ladies burst in the door.
"What's wrong? Did you have an emergency?" they said.
"Just caught me by surprise. It's no big deal," I said.
One of the newcomers placed her thumb and forefinger on the head of my
penis and said, "I'll say!" That got a big laugh, not only from the four
women in the little room, but from those outside, who were once again
watching through a door that had been left open. This time, nobody
offered to shut it.
"Oh, sorry. That was rude. I'm Ginger," the girl who had grabbed my
penis said. "Oh, you're Patti, right?"
"Or wee-wee as her new friends think of her!" said Gladys!
"Gladys!" said Mitzi.
Another laugh, with still more ladies looking through the open door.
"Well, it is," said a voice in the crowd."
"We better leave. I'll be doing your hair, so I'll see you in a few
minutes. It looks like you're about done here," said Ginger. "Show's
over ladies. Maybe later," she said, closing the door behind her.
"Boy, that was embarrassing," I said.
"Oh, don't worry about it. We're all friends here. Girls just like to
have a little fun. You don't mind, do you?" said Gladys.
"I suppose not," I said.
After a few minutes, there wasn't a hair left below my neck, anywhere,
and it was time to go out into the main salon for Ginger to do my hair.
I looked around for my clothes, but they were gone.
"Hey, where'd my pants go?" I asked.
"Ginger took them out. You're not going to need them for a while,
anyway. Here, you can wear this while you get your hair done," said
Mitzi, handing me a smock that barely came down to my hairless rear.
"Ooh, that's a little short for you, isn't it? Well, let's see," said
Mitzi, kneeling down to eye level with the hem. "It's OK. long as you
stay straight up," she said. "Here, put these on your feet," she said,
handing me some wedge flip flops that were extremely difficult to walk
in. "Can't have your feet getting cold, can we?"
"Let's go!"
I shuffled and stumbled out into the salon, where all eyes were on the
hem of my frock as if hoping for a peep. I tried to ignore it.
"Over here first," said Ginger, pointing to the line of shampoo
stations. To get my head in the bowl, the shampoo girl instructed me to
put my feet on the extended seat and shuffle down. I felt the smock ride
up, exposing me to the entire shop. Obviously, everybody was
anticipating this moment, because the salon shook with laughter.
"Oopsies!!" said the shampoo girl. Can somebody get us a sheet here?"
"No need. This'll do it," said Gladys, and I waited for her to produce
the wash cloth from the waxing room. Instead, she pulled a tissue from
the box, shook it out and brought it to rest on my penis with a
flourish. It quickly blew off, causing another laugh, and Mitzi finally
mercifully placed the washcloth on me, making a point to give my
privates a squeeze. But was too late. Everybody knew my secret.
"Don't worry, honey," said one customer. "We've all seen them just like
that - when we were changing diapers!" Another big laugh.
At last, the shampoo was finished. I exposed myself one more time
getting up, and went to Ginger's chair. As I sat down, I could clearly
see the tip of my penis in the mirror.
"Don't worry, sweetie," whispered Ginger. "Wish we had a longer smock,
but they'll all lose interest after a while."
Indeed, the women did seem to move on to their own business as Ginger
combed out my hair. "It's in pretty good shape," she said. And it's a
beautiful Auburn color. I don't think you need any color, but I would
like to give it a different style," she said.
After a half hour or so, she blew it dry and I saw that while the
changes were minimal, they had a dramatic impact. I had wispy bangs, and
layered strands framed my face, turning inward at my chin. I reached up
to adjust a strand, and realized that my coral nails, arched eyebrows
and wispy hair made me look far more like Patti than Pat.
Just then, I heard Cindy's voice. "Patti, you look gorgeous!" she said.
Love the nails too. I have some "welcome wagon" presents from the other
girls at work." She turned to Ginger. "Is she done?"
"Just finished," said Ginger.
"Um, could we borrow a place for a wardrobe change?"
"Sure. We've been having wardrobe malfunctions all day. Sorry! Anyway,
nobody's in the tanning area right now," said Ginger, and she guided us
toward the room.
"I'm going to need my clothes," I said.
"Oh, I've got something even better. A new outfit. It was Ellen's idea,
and the company paid for it out of the wardrobe budget," said Cindy.
"Take that off and let's get you dressed."
"Um, I don't have anything on under this."
She laughed. "You think I can't tell that? So what's to hide? Off with
it." She untied the belt and threw it open.
"Wow! Gladys wasn't kidding!"
"What?" I asked, as if I didn't know. Obviously Gladys had been giving
her an earful while she was waiting for Ginger to finish.
"Nothing. Sorry, that was rude. Now, since you just got your legs waxed,
we got you some hosiery."
"Great. Even pantyhose would feel better at this point."
"Not that kind. Thigh highs. They have elastic at the stop and stay up
by themselves. Just in case they don't, you can use a garter belt."
She showed me how to roll them up my leg. "Wonderful! Now let's see if
this bra's the right size. Don't worry ... it's just a B cup. Perfect.
Here, we have some inserts to fill it out so it doesn't look funny."
"God forbid anything should look funny," I said in a feeble attempt at
humor.
She ignored my comment and added a filmy blouse that let the bra show
through clearly.
"Oh, no! I didn't get you any panties! We'll have to do that after we
visit MAC."
"I could put on my old underwear."
"They're long gone. I just saw them go out in the trash. I told them you
didn't need them any more. Well, let's see how the skirt works.
Perfect!"
She steered me out into the salon area to the mirror. I noticed that the
breast pads had fake nipples that stuck out prominently through the thin
bra and blouse. In truth, it looked almost sexy.
The black pleated miniskirt made me gasp. It flared out like a
cheerleader outfit, and as the pleats moved, it revealed the tops of my
stockings and came dangerously close to exposing my privates.
"Wow!" said Gladys. "A normal peepee would be hanging way out. That's
lucky!" Cindy gave her a dirty look and smoothed out the skirt.
"Beautiful," Cindy said. "Let's get your shoes on and head over to
Macy's."
The shoes turned out to be strappy sandals with a three-inch heel.
"Wow, that's stunning," said Cindy. We headed toward the front, and I
pulled out a credit card to pay the bill.
"It's all covered," the lady at the front said. "Have a nice evening,
girls!"
Cindy looked at her watch.
"We're almost late for your appointment. You're on at 4, aren't you?"
said Cindy.
"Yes, but it's just across the way. You don't have to go, though."
"But I want to! I'm having a great time, and Dana and I are close
friends."
I had an idea.
"You know what you could do? You could run pick me up some underwear.
I'd be a lot more comfortable."
"Aw, I'd miss something. Come on! Let's go see Dana."
Dana turned out to be a 25-year-old girl with pink hair.
"Don't worry," she said. "I have a little different style, but I know
what they like at SPS. I promise you won't end up looking like me."
We all laughed, and she patted the stool in front of the counter. I
carefully slid up on the stool, trying to keep my legs together.
Dana leaned over and whispered: "Cross your legs. You're showing a
little." Appreciating some discretion for a change, I crossed one leg
over the other, feeling a brief breeze but immediately feeling more
secure.
She studied my lips carefully. "That's Vegas Volt, isn't it? Did you
lend her yours?" she asked Cindy.
"She didn't have any of her own, and that was the extra I was carrying."
"I really like it with her auburn hair. Maybe we'll stay with the coral
for her daytime color, but for now let's get it off and start with
foundation."
Once the foundation was in place, she began working on my eyes. "Great
job on the brows. It gives me so much room to work. You have beautiful
eyes, Patti." She kept chatting with Cindy as if I weren't even there,
finally applying blush and turning to me.
"I think she can go for the young wide-eyed flirty look, don't you?
You're too young to go all matronly, and we probably don't want a
smoky/sultry look for the office. Not a lot of eye color. Just liner, a
couple of neutral shadows, and lots of mascara. I wants those gorgeous
lashes to really pop. Now, lips ... I was right. I can't improve on the
coral. Very flirty! What do you think, honey? It matches your nails,
too," she said.
"It's a little bright," I said, hesitantly.
"Well, I love it!" said Cindy.
"Majority rules," said Dana. "But now you get your own." She used a
different liner - one slightly lighter, and the same gloss over the top.
At last, she let me look in the mirror.
"Wow," I said, unable to help myself. I looked like a hot, twenty-
something girl looking for a good time. Subtle, but sexy. Suddenly, I
became aware of a major erection, and I realized I was poking out below
my skirt.
"Yep, she likes it all right!" said Dana, reaching down to tuck it back
under my skirt. "Unless that's your way of saying thank you!"
"Well, I've sure had fun. Let's have drinks one night," said Cindy.
"How about tonight? I'm off now!"
"Sure. Come on, Patti. It's girls' night out." We enjoyed several
drinks, and there was never a hint that anyone saw me as anything other
than a female. It was dark enough to hide the fact that I wasn't wearing
any panties, but I still worried. Finally, we settled the check and
headed out.
"What time is it," asked Cindy.
"Nine-fifteen. Why?"
"Darn, we were supposed to get Patti some panties, and she's wearing a
different version of this same outfit to work in the morning."
"I am?" I asked.
"Another surprise. We got you two just alike, only the other one's
reversed - black see-thru top and white skirt, both just like these. I
promised Lynn I'd have you presentable, and I have to say, you're there,
girl!"
"But I can't do that without panties."
"Sure you can. Just be careful. Your legs will be under the desk most of
the time anyway. Here, the other outfit's in my car. Fresh stockings and
a black bra to go with the top. Maybe we can get you some panties at
lunch."
"Isn't this a little slutty for office?" I asked.
"Maybe for the CEO, but you're the customer satisfaction manager. I'll
bet seeing you like this will make our customers very happy. Tell you
what. I'll come by in the morning and help you get dressed and make sure
your makeup is right. Shall we say 7?"
I wasn't going to turn down any help.
"Sure. See you at 7. I appreciate all you're doing for me."
"Oh, believe me. A lot of people are going to appreciate you the way
you're shaping up!" said Cindy. She drove away, leaving me to wonder
what that last statement meant.
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