Batwoman meets Catwoman Part One
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My first full time job after college was working doing some bookkeeping
and maintain computers for a small employment agency. The remaining
seven employees were all women. It was the era of yuppie look of the
late 80's, which was the office dress code. I had to wear a coat and
tie. How each of these women interpreted it was another idea. I loved
everything about Candice, the owner. She smelled fantastic, always wore
skirted suits with pumps and wore her makeup flawlessly. Rhonda was her
partner and understudy. She did everything she could do to keep up with
Candice. Karen, the office manager, was kind of like the mother hen to
all of us; and had that sweet style and look to her. Monica, one of the
salespersons, seemed like she was the queen of the crisp blazer over a
dress look.
Edith, the placement coordinator, always wore a top and pants, but they
always framed her heart-shaped hiney perfectly. Gretchen had the girl
next door look put in to an 80's power suit. And Gaye, our receptionist,
was a southern belle in every sense of the word. She had the big hair,
big nails and the soft sweet drawl. Here I was, a closet crossdresser,
and I loved every moment of being around these women. I would study
them, appreciate them and crave to be just like them. It was in many
ways the perfect job. Except for one thing, I wanted to dress like them
for work each day. I wanted to show up for work looking and smelling
every bit as good as they did. I resigned myself to the fact that maybe
some year this would happen for Halloween. But I was afraid of what they
would say or do. I was afraid of being fired. I was afraid of being
called names. I just let it be my secret moment of diversion.
One thing I respected about these women was that they all worked so hard
all week; but at 5:15 pm Friday, you would find them enjoying the
attitude adjustment hour at the First Street Bistro. I would join them
on numerous occasions. After a particularly outstanding month, Candice
had a surprised all us with buying the first two rounds and passing out
to everyone $300 bonus checks, right there on the spot. I knew that this
was the first extra money I had ever had. I wanted to buy something for
my limited femme wardrobe, but if you think I was going to tell them
that, you were crazy. Candice went around the table and made everyone
tell her what they were going to do with it. Every girl said something
practical, and yet also made a comment about something they wanted to
buy for their wardrobe or themselves too. When it came to me, I meant to
say was "I'll do something similar with mine - probably something
practical and maybe a splurge for myself."
I wound up accidentally saying, "I'll probably do what everyone else is
doing with there's."
Rhonda looked over and said, "So which are you going to buy first for
yourself, a new dress like mine or new shoes like Edith?"
Everyone laughed while I turned beet red. Monica looked at me and said,
"I've got $25 he buys the dress first ... and some pretty earrings too."
"I think he'd like to go shoe shopping with me," said Edith, "and I've
got $25 to match yours Ronnie."
"Ladies, please, I didn't know what I was saying, ... " I tried to
change the subject, bur it was no use.
"Tell you what girls," said Monica, "I'll bet if we all put in $25, we
could see what a darling new employee we really have."
Karen reminded them that they shouldn't force me in to anything. I
looked at Rhonda and called her bluff, "I'll do it, but only under one
condition. I don't want to look like just another man in a dress. If you
can make me look attractive and like I belong in the office, and are
willing to pay for it, I'll come to work dressed as a girl for a whole
day."
I didn't believe what I saw next, every woman at the table was handing
money over to Rhonda. It looked like over $250 from where I was sitting.
Then, Candice did something I still don't believe. She looked at me and
said, "Are you joking with us?"
"No, Candice but if I do it ... I just don't want to look really
stupid."
She then went in her purse, pulled our her Corporate American Express
card, said to Rhonda, "Hand me the cash, and go use this on him ... or
should I now say (pause) her."
Then everyone at the table cheered. I didn't know what to do. Here at 28
was my dream come true, to go have a make over and show up at work fully
en femme. I was quite scared but secretly delighted. And that was that.
As things wore down and people finished their drinks, one by one the
table left. Finally, it was myself, Rhonda and Monica ... and Candice's
AMEX card.
"Well Mister, when you going to turn from a he in to a she for us?"
"Ahhh ... I was just playing along," I tried counter her with.
The two ladies looked at each other and Monica said, "I think you need
to realize that if Candice gave us the AMEX card, she expects to see you
in a dress relatively soon."
I realized that she was serious and that I had better play along. I was
so upside down about it.
"I tell you what, why don't we plan on a week from Thursday, and we will
help you every step of the way," said Monica.
Rhonda said, "Why don't we meet at my apartment that day and we can help
you get ready? We'll take you shopping on Wednesday night, after work
... this is going to be so much fun ... what should we call you?"
Jeannie," I spoke up, "I want to be called Jeannie."
"OK Jeannie," and with that we all drank up and walked out to our cars.
I was shocked when each of them kissed me on the cheek. I attributed it
to the alcohol. But, I then decided that this was my big break and to
lean in to it.
Not much more was said about it until the Tuesday before. Then, little
remarks like ... "I can't wait to see you fit in finally as one of the
girls" or "Nothing too risqu? ... remember, this is an office."
That evening Monica buzzed me through the phone to come to her office. I
knocked on the door and entered. Monica sat behind her desk and Rhonda
was in a chair, with an open chair for me. I sat excitedly.
"You still up for this?" asked Rhonda.
"I am if you are," I told her, "I look at this like an early Halloween
costume. If it helps me fit in better around here, I may have to then
dress like a girl full time."
Both of them smirked at that. "Since it's an office, we decided that we
want to buy you a skirted suit so you'll fit in," said Monica.
"I hope you don't mind that we have a total make over planned for you
tomorrow after work," said Rhonda, "and we want you to plan on just
leaning in to it and just play like you're one of the girls."
"Easy enough," I agreed.
"Tonight when you get home, I want you to use some of this on you."
Monica handed me a bottle of Nair. "Don't leave it on your nipples or it
will hurt. And plan on a bit of pain ... the job of Nair is to get rid
of the hair."
I had shaved my legs and torso using a razor before, but never used a
full-fledged hair remover. "You'll want to pack a bag for overnights on
Wednesday and Thursday, including what you're going to wear to work on
Friday," Rhonda said, "look at this like a sleep over."
"Guys don't have sleepovers," said Monica.
"This one does..." replied Rhonda.
"I know what you mean."
I got up and looked at them both. "It's just like Halloween, only I'm
the only one in costume," I reassured them.
I went home and followed both their directions and those on the bottle
to the letter. In 15 minutes, I was smooth and silky from head to toe.
I went over to my stash drawer and decided to sleep in a white slip and
pair of suntan pantyhose. All night, I would wake up and would peel off
the covers and just enjoy how smooth I looked. I really wanted to pack
some of my own girly things, but I thought that would be too obvious.
The next day, I was my normal drab self. I packed everything I could
think of in a garment bag, set in to the trunk, and went to work. As
workdays go, this one was quite normal. We ran reports, fixed a printer
jam and tried to set things up for the next day, when I would try to
take it easy.
Right after lunch, Candice stopped by my office. She came in and sat
down, "You know you don't have to go through with it if you don't want
to."
"Like I told Rhonda and Monica earlier, I'm looking at this as if it's
just like Halloween, only I'm the only one in costume."
"You're being such a good sport about it," she replied. "Well, they say
you don't know what it's really like until you walk a mile in someone's
shoes, maybe I need to find out what it's like to work around here in
high heels."
"Not too high," said Candice, "I don't want you to break an ankle."
"If I'm going to do this, I want to look ok doing it. I don't want to
look like a man in a dress."
"Ronnie and Monica will make sure you look sharp," she assured me, "I
told them to not embarrass you, them or the company."
It was finally 4:30 pm, when we were scheduled to meet up. I first went
to the men's room and changed in to a rugby shirt and jeans. I walked
back in the office and down the hall to Rhonda's office. There were my
two tour guides into the world of full feminine expression, looking as
corporate as ever.
"Sit down and lets talk about our plans for Jeannie. We know you need
some help to look passable, so I have an appointment scheduled for you
at Lady Elaine's Boutique."
"What's that?" I pretended not to know.
"It's a place where women get fitted for wigs and breast forms, if
they've had cancer or other illnesses. I figured you wanted to do more
then just stuff socks in a bra. We will then go past the Mall and you
can try on a couple of ideas we had for you. From there, we have a trip
to my salon where you will have your nails done, a facial and a bit of
grooming And finally, we will come back to my place and you will spend
the night with us, and we will eat Chinese food and be ...well,
girlfriends."
We drove through rush hour traffic to Lady Elaine's Boutique. It looked
closed to me, but I saw the hours 10-5:30 or by appointment. I knew
then, that this was an appointment. Monica rang a doorbell. A petite
Hungarian woman opened the door and we three went in. She smiled and
looked at me, "So you lost the bet at work, and now you have to see what
it's like to work like a woman?" she said with a slight, soft accent.
"Not exactly," I hadn't heard this one.
"Trust me, you're not the only one man I've ever worked on. I've seen
them all, crossdresser, drag queens, transsexuals and guys like you who
need to pay up or are buying things for their sister or mom. My name is
Elena or you can call me Miss Elaine." Monica had already headed over to
the wig section, eyeing several styles. Rhonda and Miss Elaine were
heading me over to a small sectioned off room, off the main room.
Miss Elaine had me take off my shirt and measured me with a tape
measure, first around the nipples and then about an inch or so below.
"You would probably look better as a 38 C. She disappeared and then
reappeared with two boxes and a handful of different bras. "What are you
wearing tomorrow?" she asked.
"I don't know," we haven't gone shopping yet," Rhonda said, "We want to
put him in business wear, so probably a skirted suit and an blouse."
"He's got a decent shape, so I don't think he'll need a girdle. I do
have something in a fanny pad, if you're interested."
After trying various combinations, we decided on a simple pair of
weighted forms that fit in to a white bra with a pocket hold the forms.
Rhonda also decided on a padded panty, which had a bit of foam rubber on
the back, to add some extra curve. We went over to the wig section, and
Monica had a couple of different ideas already picked for me to try. She
had chosen three blond and three brunette, in medium short, shoulder
length and mid back styles. Everything blond looked fake on me, I guess
I don't have the skin color for them, she told me. So, we went with a
medium length brunette in a color a bit lighter then my own that just
sat my shoulders in length. Out came the AMEX card, and each of us
carried out a bag to the sedan.
Our next stop was the mall. I was starting to get thirsty. I asked if I
could get a coke when we get to the mall, to which Monica replied, "Real
girls drink water, but I suppose you could get a diet coke."
It was then I wondered if I should come out to them or not. I decided to
wait this out and see how this went. We parked outside of Macy's, by
the women's department and entered through that door. As we walked in, I
found myself drifting towards the junior's department. Monica grabbed my
elbow, and said, "Woman's suits are over here."
We walked in the department and I heard Rhonda greeted warmly by name by
the sales consultant. I saw her name badge said Samantha, Personal
Shopper She smiled and looked at me, "So you lost the bet at work, and
now you have to see what it's like to work like a woman?"
"So they say," I heard this one again. "You're how tall?"
"I'm about six feet ... "
"You're probably a size 16, maybe an 18." She took us over to a rack
where four suits were waiting for us. There was a classic blue banker's
style, grey herringbone tweed, a muted burgundy and a crisp linen look
white. "These are the ones in your budget and size. Let's take these
and try them on," she said leading us to the dressing room.
I thought to myself, this is the woman's dressing room. Samantha
escorted me in to the first cube. I tried on all four, and rejected the
white linen one. I was torn between the two more conservative styles,
but Rhonda and Monica both agreed that the muted Burgundy fit me better
and looked more like what they would wear. I would have walked out
without a blouse, but Samantha reminded us. After looking at several
different styles, we agreed on a crisp white long sleep blouse. But
Monica had Samantha thrown in a neutral shell, just incase we decided to
do something different in the morning. Samantha then returned with four
different pairs of shoes in size 11w: A black flat, a black 1" heel,
burgundy 3" heel and a black 3" heel.
It was love at first sight, but I had to play coy. I was very at ease in
the higher heels, so the two tour guides concluded that I could probably
manage in the black one's for a day. She also had several other large
shopping bags all ready for us.
"What's in there?" I asked.
"Hose, slips and everything needed by a young professional woman or
someone who wants to dress that way," said Samantha, she then whispered
in my ear, "Trust me, you're not the only one man I've ever worked on."
There were about eight bags in all and Rhonda had everything sent to
package pickup. Out came the AMEX card and. It was all bought and paid
for. I could have never afforded all this on what she pays me. I was
still thirsty and found the water fountain on the way out of the store
and had a sip.
The Premier Salon was our final stop. It seemed like they were cleaning
up to close when we arrived. "Bring in your wig box," said Rhonda. The
girls and I sat down inside and Matthew; a small flamboyant man came to
the front of the salon.
"Hello dear," he blurted out towards Monica. He came and kissed her
cheek. "Who do we have here? " I looked at me from top to bottom. "So
you're the one who lost the bet at work, and now you have to see what
it's like to work like a woman?"
"I guess that's me," I said.
"Trust me, you're not the only one man I've work on. I've seen them all,
crossdresser, drag queens, transsexuals and a whole bunch of guys like
you too. In fact, I could tell you the name of both a local politician
and an athlete on one of the pro sports teams in town I do hair and make
up for ... but my job is not to out them ... now is it?"
"No, I guess not."
I was put in the back chair, with a cape on and Matthew told me what he
wanted me to know. We're going to do a facial on you, clean up your
brows, get any odd hair out of your ears and nose and make you both
presentable and pretty. This is Rita, my assistant, and she is going to
help you look so cute ... oh, I just love my work. Rita, start doing a
facial."
Matthew dashed off in to the front area of the salon. So, it was just
Rita and I. She put a deep cleaning masque on my face that would shrink
my pores and give me what he called 'dewy looking skin.' Matthew says
you lost the bet at work, and now you have to see what it's like to work
dressed like a woman?"
"That's the story around town," I replied.
"Trust me, I love when other men first come in here and get worked on
too."
Other men? I took a better look at Rita. "Rita, are you a ..."
"I'm a girl ... who was born a boy," she giggled.
"Really?"
She smiled and felt safe to be honest, "I'm actually a pre-operative
transsexual and been on hrt for 18 months, if that's what you want to
know. I wanted to know everything now. "I met Matthew down at The Bay
Bar, where I sometimes perform. He also gets up on stage sometimes. I
needed a day job, so he had me come down here and be his shampoo girl
and his assistant."
"Rita, tell me ...."
"About being a tranny?" she interrupted. "Well, some of the guys I know
are straighter then your hair. They just feel an inside need to be
pretty sometimes and a need to let that out."
"What if I was to tell you...."?
She perked up, "You lost the bet on purpose ... Why you little minx."
"I didn't lose a bet, I just went along with it."
"Well hun, does this mean what I think it does?"
"Sometimes I like to y'know ..."
Rita smiled and said, "I know ... and you're scared because you like
girls too."
I let out a huge sigh, "Exactly."
"Well, you are on Matthew's clock ... let me get you a card. You can
call me sometime and I can get you in touch with someone who can help
you." She left and wrote her name and phone number on the back of a
salon card. As he took it off, I loved how clean my face felt, like no
oil or gunk on it.
Matthew came back primed and ready to operate. I had the line of my
eyebrow cleaned, shaped and made even, which hurt from the waxing. I
had my ears also cleaned up. This really hurt and was quite loud. While
he did that, Rita then gave me a manicure and a pedicure. She soaked my
hands and feet, filed them down and put three coats of a respectable
burgundy on them that would complement my suit. Matthew called in Rhonda
and Monica, and we then all sat at a make up table and went over how to
put on a perfect face. He talked about contouring and covering, and went
over all the various things I needed to do tomorrow morning. He put on a
face and make me wipe it off and do what he'd done. I worried it could
be kind of obvious to them I had done make up before, but no one said
anything out loud. The last time I did my face, he said that I should
wear that face home and see how it feels. With the face and hair on, it
felt wonderful.. Then, he packed up three bags of things and gave them
to me. Out came the AMEX card again.
Back in the car, Rhonda and Monica asked what I wanted to eat from the
Chinese restaurant. I told them that Almond Boneless Chicken would be
all right. Since Rhonda drove, Monica went in and ordered while Rhonda
and I stayed in the car. "I hope you didn't mind that we used the 'you
lost the bet at work, and now you had to see what it's like to work like
a woman?"
"Well, I wish you had told me before we started," I replied.
"I had to come up with some plausible story," she continued, "after all
.... having us run all around town so you could just dress up like a
girl, wouldn't that be kind of silly?"
"I suppose," I replied. Monica returned with the brown hags of food,
hopped in and away we sped towards Rhonda's apartment. I listen as they
talked about things adult women talked about. I sat back quietly and
just took it all in.
Carrying everything in to the apartment, we looked like a trio of rented
pack mules. Except for dinner and the suit, we set it all in the corner
of the living room, It looked like the perfect crossdresser Christmas
come true. I was hungry and dying to eat, but Monica and Rhonda had
other ideas.
"Let's get changed for our sleep over first."
"Um ... changed?" I mumbled, "I forgot to bring something to wear."
Both girls started giggling. "We know," said Monica, "that's why we
bought you something. Here get your forms and this bag and go change in
to this."
She handed me one of the Macy's bags. I went in to the guest bedroom,
opened the bag and wanted to scream with joy. I bit my lip, because I
wanted it to continue. In there was a black and pink silk peignoir set.
It had the long gown with the cups for my forms and the bed jacket. I
took and pulled everything together in no time. I also noticed in the
bottom was a pair of black satin panties and thigh high's for me to
wear. I came out and noticed that neither Monica nor Rhonda was there.
They were in the master bedroom changing. I heard the door open and out
came Rhonda in a peach and cream colored set matching mine. Monica came
out in a baby doll pj set. They were totally blown away with how good I
looked. I was totally aroused at how they looked.
Rhonda opened a bottle of white wine, while Monica and I spread out our
feast. And as we drank and ate, the pointers on how to handle myself
flowed. While some of it was review, other things like how to behave in
the woman's room were first time things. I had to demonstrate my walk,
which I pretended not to know. I then had to demonstrate how to sit,
pick a pencil off the floor and how to laugh, smile and speak. While I
had practiced these a million times in the mirror, this was the first
time with a live and female studio audience. I really think that they
were taking this task seriously.
"One important thing," said Rhonda, "should you ever need to use the
bathroom for anything, find one of us to go with you. If you're going to
be found out, that's the last place you want to be exposed."
I looked at the clock and it was almost eleven. The two of them said for
me to go wash off my face, using the cleaning stuff Matthew had given
me. I should then prepare to get up really early. "How early?" I asked.
"For three of us, plan on a 5:15 wake up call."
"That's really early ...." I said.
"At least you don't have to set your hair," said Monica.
So the three of us bussed everything and we put things away and loaded
the dishwasher. We were walking down the hall to the bedrooms, when
Rhonda and Monica stopped me.
"We really appreciate what a good sport you are to do all this. No one
thought you'd do it," said Rhonda. She gave me a small kiss on the lips.
"And besides that, you're just do damn cute as a girl ... no one knew
that either," said Monica. Her kiss felt a bit more passionate and
longer lasting then Rhonda's. "Remember to wash your face, you don't
want dried makeup on in the morning."
So, like a directive from my big sisters, I went to the bathroom, washed
my face and patted it dry. I went back to the guest room and fell
soundly asleep, to the dreams of my day at work dressed like a beautiful
woman. I fell right to sleep and had pleasant dreams.
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