Extramarital sex with a womenizer
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The alarm clock jarred me away. I squinted to see the red LED read 4:59
am. I knew it was too late to back out. I never woke up this early on a
normal workday. But, in order to fully transform in to a beautiful and
professional woman, this would take a bit of time.
Rhonda and Monica said to get the three of us had to get to work on
time. I was still in my black peignoir set, and found my robe. I almost
left my hair on the foam, but shook it out and put it on. As I walked
down the hall, I heard, "Morning sleepy head." Rhonda called out from
the kitchen, "How's Jeannie this morning?" I smiled a sleepy smile. Mr.
Coffee was brewing. Three grapefruit half's were sectioned and I smelled
wheat toast, as I approached the kitchen table. "You know we are going
to tease you today, don't you?"
"If you're to treat me like one of the girls, then I guess that comes
with the territory," I said.
"We have ourselves to get ready, but we will take turns with you. I will
help you with your face and Monica will help you get dressed."
So, we ate and small talked. The two of them spoke mostly about a
prospect client, an auto components manufacturing firm from somewhere in
Europe that wanted to open offices here in the States, and that this
would be a real coup if they could get the account. It was 5:23, and
Rhonda picked up dishes, set them in the sink. "OK Little sister, time
to become a real woman." Monica went back to the master bedroom to get
ready, while Rhonda and I went in to the guest bathroom. All my tools
and purchases were laid out across the counter. I did the ritual, with a
minimum of help from her. She did help me when it came to lining my
lips, to give them a fuller and poutier look. I wanted to wear the red
lipstick, but she insisted that I wear the muted dusty rose. "That red
is more of an evening look. With your suit, it will stick right out and
draw too much attention." We finished and there I was, a fresh faced
professional woman. The clock on the end table now said 6:07 am. "Not
bad for a first timer, but if you had to do this every day, you wouldn't
get that long to do it."
I head a knock on the door and it was Monica. She was almost ready for
work. She was in her slip with her face on. "Time to rotate Ronnie,"
I'll take 'er from here." She had me make the bed, and then had me lay
out a flat version of me on the bed. "I do envy you in the fact you have
everything new to wear today. Most days, it's about mixing and matching
and accessorizing. " She told me to get naked, and not worry ... she had
seen a man with out his clothes before.
I took off the peignoir set and thigh high's, draped them over the chair
and looked at her standing only in the black satin panties, which
instantly drew Monica's eyes. "My gawd, you're really huge," Monica
exclaimed. I looked down to see the largest erection I had ever had.
"You are going to have to do something about it, no girl has a bulge
that big in her own panties." I turned around to try and tuck it up and
under. Monica started to giggle. "You're as hard as a pipe ... Hang on a
sec."
She left the room and came back. "OK, we got time. Lay down on the bed."
She then pulled down my panties and started to give me a hand job. I was
shocked, a bit embarrassed, but thrilled at the same time. "Do you think
you're almost ready to explode Jeannie?" I was so much in bliss; I
moaned that I didn't know. Suddenly, she then put her mouth on the head
of my shaft and began to give me a blowjob. She seemed so talented at
what to do to and how to do it. I moaned, "I'm going to cum in your
mouth." She stopped, looked at me and said, "That's the idea here." And
with that, I just exploded. She swallowed everything I gave her. I
rolled back for a sec. "No time to sleep. You gotta get dressed." It was
now almost 6:30. "We have to be in the car by 7:20." I wiped down my now
cooling shaft with a Kleenex. And we started the transformative process.
On the bed was my slip, bra, tan hose; breast forms, fanny pads, white
blouse, black purse and the suit and shoes over were in the closet. A
small jewelry box had a modest pair of gold braided clip on earrings. No
one said anything about how natural this process seemed for me. I knew
how to fasten a bra, roll my hose up my legs without snagging them and
put everything in place.
Within twenty minutes, this pile on the bed had transformed me in to a
quite attractive professional woman. I kept smiling and looking in the
mirror. "You like this, don't you?" commented Rhonda. "Actually, I like
the fact that I look convincing," I said.
"That you do," said Monica, "I'm worried that we are going to have to
keep all the boys away from you." They had me walk and worked with me a
bit more, so I would have the right amounts of bounce and sway.
"I have an idea," said Rhonda, as she disappeared in to the master
bedroom. She then returned with a jewelry box from one of the better
stores in town. "I hope this fits," she said.
I opened it up and saw a 1 and 1/2-karat diamond engagement ring. "I
can't wear it," I said.
Monica looked at me and said, "Try it ... I was a bit heavier when he
gave it to me."
It slid up the finger ok, but took a bit of coaxing to get over the
knuckle. But it fit fine. "I was engaged my senior year in college, but
we broke it off after I graduated... and he wanted me to keep it. I
haven't worn it out in over 10 years."
They dragged me in the bathroom for a final hair brushing and spraying.
We touched up any face flaws, packed up a travel kit and grabbed my
purse. Monica also threw me a woman's billfold, and told me to transfer
everything our of my boy wallet in to it. A last glance in the mirror,
and the three girls headed out to the car.
It was about an hour commute from here to the office in rush hour.
Rhonda and Monica looked at each other and started to giggle. "Jeannie
... about this morning," Monica began.
I knew she was referencing the blowjob, "Yes."
"That was our present to you for being such a good sport about all
this."
"I thought it would relax you and not make you in to a tent pole all
day. But, you can never say anything about this to anyone at the
office."
"Yes Ma'am," I said softly. "More lilt and bounce in that voice." And
nothing else was to be said about it.
I sank back into my seat, closed my eyes, and said to myself a little
prayer, "God ... to you it doesn't matter what I call myself or what I
wear. I am thankful for your help to get to this point and what the day
is going to hold for me. I surrender my ideas on how it's supposed to be
and turn it all over to you. I know that in some ways, this could be the
greatest day of my life, and in some ways it's also the scariest. So,
God ... thank you already for this. And I leave the rest of the details
to you." As I sat there, I became in touch with so many different
sensations; I loved the feel of the sheer hose on my legs, the heave and
sway of my breasts, the taste of my lipstick, and the flutter of my
eyelashes. I felt myself relaxing and truly at peace. I might have even
dozed off for a moment, but I couldn't be sure.
About ten minutes from the office, I sat up and started looking around.
I had seen this road, these buildings and this city hundreds of times.
They had not changed. The idea and possibilities for my life had. "I
could enjoy this: a couple of girlfriends, looking beautiful each
morning, and being treated like someone special. Monica reached back and
touched my wrist, "Jeannie ... you awake?"
"Of course," I said in a foghorn of a voice.
"Clear your throat and get psyched. I know everyone is going to want to
see you."
We parked up front. I opened, turned my legs and exited the door like a
proper young lady; I reached back and grabbed my purse from the back
seat. Monica and Rhonda were still talking about the auto parts firm. I
was just there. As we approached the front doors of the office building,
an older man, walking slightly ahead of us, paused, opened the door,
walked behind it to hold it open and said, "Good Morning Ladies" with a
beaming smile. Both Rhonda and Monica said "Good Morning." I said "Thank
You," for it was the first time anyone had ever opened a door for
Jeannie.
We walked to the elevator, got on and the doors closed. "Four - Push the
button Jeannie," said Monica. I did. As the car started to rise, I heard
Rhonda say, "You need to know there probably is a staff meeting this
morning, I'm sure you will be one of the items on the agenda. Candice
wants to go over a few other things too. "
Our office suite was two-thirds of the way down the hall. I felt more
courageous with each step. We walked quietly down the hall. When we got
to the door, Rhonda opened it and I walked in first. Gaye looked up and
nearly fell out of her seat. I want to believe she didn't recognize me,
but knew who I was because of my escorts. "Wow, aren't you the prettiest
little thing?" I walked confidently bye, smile and said, "Thanks." I
passed my first test, but Gaye always was positive and up beat.
As I walked past the row of inner offices, I could almost feel necks
straining and eyes gazing upon me, trying to get a look of me in my
skirted suit. I just chose to walk slowly and lady like to the office
where I worked. I knew the attention was part of the gig, but I didn't
want to encourage it.
I got to the door of my office and looked at it. It wasn't very lady
like at all. It was clean and tidy from yesterday, but actually generic
and boring. It was painted a faded yellow, with a poster on one of the
walls from one of the computer hardware companies we used. I went in,
put my purse on a shelf and sat in the chair.
It was 8:34 am. The staff meeting was scheduled for nine. I turned on my
computer and just sat there feeling pretty. It was a day where I had
planned nothing-heavy duty, since I wanted to stay presentable and not
stick out. I was admiring my nails for the umpteenth time, when the
phone rang. I picked it up and said a simple hello. It was Candice, "Can
you come to my office. I want to see you before the meeting." I told her
I was on my way.
When I arrived to Candice's office, her door was open a bit. I knocked
way too strong for a woman and felt embarrassed. One of the many
nuisances to remember, girls knock differently. She called to come in. I
walked in trying to be as cool as a cucumber for my sponsor. Candice did
something I can't ever recall her doing when I entered previously, she
stood up, came from around the desk and said, "So, I need to call you
Jeannie?"
"Yes," I replied. She had an expression on her face like that a of a
proud parent, in fact she was beaming. "You look so wonderful, turn
around." I did my best heel spin for her. "We're going to be just fine."
"Fine?"
"Yes, fine ... I need to ask something of you." We both sat. "The big
account that Ronnie and Monica are working on ... they decided that they
want to come see our offices today. One of their senior managers is in,
and this is the only day he can do it. I'm asking because, I don't want
you to be uncomfortable around a bunch of strangers. I can let you leave
early if you want ..."
"No, I'll just hole up in my office ... you won't even know I'm around,"
I said. I looked at her wall clock and it read 8:56. "Ok, how ever you
want to play it is fine. Let's just be low key about the whole time?"
We left the office and went down the room to the conference room. Rhonda
and Monica caught up with us midway there. When we got to the doorway,
Candice pulled up, forcing me to go in first. Two seats mid table were
open. Monica and I headed towards them, while Rhonda stayed in the front
of the room, "Ladies, I present to you your newest co worker, Jeannie."
I was trying to walk calmly in, when I heard someone said, ... "Show off
the outfit." I then changed did my best catwalk strut, spun around on a
heel and then pulled the first open chair, tucked my skirt underneath me
and sat. Monica sat next to me, "Did everyone get her $25 worth?" she
chirped up. Several of the staff started to applaud. I looked around the
room, to smiles and general approval. But when I looked over at
Gretchen, she didn't look happy at all.
Candice called the meeting to order. She lead off by saying, "I would
like to thank (pause) Jeannie for being a good sport and participating
on our little experiment today. Now, the challenge today is to remember
to treat her like a valuable member of the staff, and not let any of our
thoughts or opinions about what is going on here get in the way."
Candice continued by praising the sales team for last month's truly
outstanding month, especially Rhonda and Monica whose efforts made our
bonuses possible. I looked over at Gretchen who looked sour at that
praise. Candice and Rhonda then shared that today was an equally
important day, since the European auto parts manufacturer was looking to
set up a sales and research office in town. "Our firm has the inside
tract to supply the administrative staff and some of the technical
employees as well," she said, "in fact, we are supposed to meet with
them here at 10:30 am and sign agreements with them today."
Karen, the office manager took her turn, talking about something to do
our health plan and how we are all better for the change and fortunate
to have such a good employer. I was bored by it. Suddenly I felt a hand
caressing my knee. I knew it was Monica. I fought the desire to look at
her. I was enjoying the sensation of having my leg stroked seductively
while encased in silken hose. I was trembling on the inside, but keeping
cool on the outside. She then went up above my skirt hem to my thigh. I
clinched my teeth, because I wanted to react. But if I did something, it
was game over. I turned my head slowly and looked towards Monica. Our
eyes met. She slowly let go of my thigh and smiled. I wanted to take a
cold shower, but just exhaled.
It was 9:40 now. Candice looked at her watch, and said we need to wrap
this up, since she wanted to make sure the conference room was neat and
tidy for our guests. She then said some more 'rah rah' about the
company, and then dismissed us. I noticed that Gretchen couldn't get out
of the room fast enough.
Edith, the placement coordinator, came around and just looked up and
down me with the biggest smile, "You look gorgeous. I think that you
should dress like this every day." Monica said, "She's mine."
"Will you share?" asked Edith. They laughed.
I just blushed and said, "Thank you, Edith." I walked with them out of
the conference rooms and back towards the suites of offices.
Back at my desk, I sat down and opened up a catalogue from a computer
supply house. I thought if things were doing well, it would be a great
time to ask for some new computers or needed upgrades. I watched my
perfectly manicured hands turn pages. I made a few notes in the margin
of the page, wishing I had prettier handwriting. I tried writing slower
and while it didn't look prettier, I could read it better.
I heard a knock on my door. "Come in," I said.
It was Karen, the office manager. "I just wanted to come by and see
you."
"Well, I still look the same from this morning."
"No, I mean see how you're doing. If there's anything I can do today,
let me know."
"It's been an easy day so far. I ran my reports earlier in the week and
nothing's broken down."
"How do you feel?" I tried not to smile, but it was tough. Karen smiled
back, "So, you like all this attention?" she asked.
"No, but it's nice..."
"Ronnie and Monica did a great job with you."
"Yeah," I said. "I've enjoyed feeling pretty. It's different. But, as
long as I'm not hurting anyone, it's nice."
"I do want you to know that there are people who are like this full
time."
I tried to play dumb, "Really?"
"Sure, my minor in college was in psychology. So, I know all about them.
Some are called crossdressers and others are called transsexuals."
"What's the difference?' "Some just want to look this way, while others
feel that they are women and were born in the wrong body."
"Well, I feel like I'm in the right body ..."
"OK. But realize that you aren't the only one who's done this before."
"Karen, like I told Candice ... If it helps me fit in around here
better, I'm fine with it."
"I do want you to know I think you're brave for doing this. If there's
anything I can do today, let me know." And with that, she left.
It was about 10:55 am. Having made my computer list and checked it
twice, I was confident that I could submit this request and have it
approved. Having now been awake six hours, I felt the call of nature
thanks to three cups of coffee already this morning. I was going to have
to use the bathroom, and Monica and Rhonda were in their meeting with
the Auto Parts firm. I didn't know where they were. I called Gaye and
asked her. "Back in the conference room ... you could dial them in
there," said Gaye. "No, I just wanted their help with something."
If I waited until they got out, I didn't know how long it would take. If
I used the men's room, my cover was sure as blown. I just determined I
had to go to no man's land. I was trying to remember what the girls had
said about bathroom etiquette. I picked up my purse, went through the
office and just walked calmly out the door of our office and towards the
bathrooms. Gaye wasn't there for some reason.
I walked down the hall, and hatched a plan. I would use the woman's room
one floor up. This way, no one from our floor or office would recognize
me. I trotted up the stairs, took a deep breath and entered the woman's
room alone. I had never been in one before. There was a sitting room
like area, which would never fly in a men's room. I turned and entered
the main area. I saw stalls on the right and sinks on the left. I then
reminded myself there were no urinals, since there was no need for any.
I took the end stall, reserved for handicappers. It was fairly clean,
spacious and able to do the job.
As I sat and undid what I could, I remembered more vividly what Rhonda
and Monica had said about how to sit specifically, behave and act like a
lady when in here. I actually enjoyed being released from being all
tucked up inside the panties, hose and fanny pads. It felt good for my
male hood to be free. For the first time, I kind of got the desire to
just be comfortable. I heard someone coming in. I crouched down in the
stall, and thought I'd wait them out.
It turned out to be Gretchen and Gaye. Gaye's voice was so loud and
obvious. The entered talking small talk, but the tone seemed to change
once they felt they were safe. "Look at him, he's all decked out in a
burgundy suit I could never afford," said Gretchen. "There's still just
something wrong about it."
"I still think you should just play along with it," replied Gaye.
"A man who enjoys dressing up as a woman, or at least he looks like he
does. It looks like they spent more then money we gave them on him. And
this right after Candice chewed me out for my numbers."
"It's not like it's the first time you've ever seen it, is it?" asked
Gaye.
"No, but unlike when I saw Gilligan or Flip Wilson on TV, it's real. I
mean it's real and in my face real."
"I think he looks adorable."
"I'm just not comfortable with it," said Gretchen, "He's ok looking as a
guy. I mean I probably would of gone out with him if he'd ever asked me
out. But now, I just don't know. He's getting all the special treatment
for dressing up like a girl and I'm getting called out for not making my
quarterly projections. Guys aren't really supposed to do this sort of
thing, are they? Unless they're fags, do guys wear this stuff to wear
it? I just don't get it. I tell you Gaye, can I ever just look at him
and not see that face in make up?"
"Gretchen, I think you're making a big deal over nothing. Why don't you
just look at it like a costume or a uniform or something?"
"I just don't know..." Gretchen said shaking her head.
The door opening interrupted the two. In dashed Monica, looking around.
"Hi Monica," said Gaye, "what's up?"
"Oh nothing ...." she replied and looked around, then dashed back out. I
knew she was looking for me. But I wasn't about to come out of the stall
after that speech by Gretchen.
I still don't know if they every used the bathroom, or just came in
there to talk. I heard water running, and could hear them say something
but couldn't hear them over the sink. As someone was drying her hands, I
could hear Gaye say, "I think that you're putting to much fuss in to
this. If I were you, I wouldn't be blaming him for your numbers. I'd
spend that time and energy on getting my sales up, and not care two
hoots about what else is going on here."
"I know," said Gretchen, "but the whole thing still bugs me."
As soon as I heard the door shut, I started counting to 100. I thought
this would give me plenty of time between there coming in to the woman's
room and me walking though the office. I wanted to skip numbers about
23, but knew it was for my own good. I got out of the stall at 50,
freshened up my lipstick and then left by 87.
I took the elevator down, went down the hall and walked in the office.
Gaye was at her place. "Where'd ya go all dressed up Jenny?"
"I went out for a bit of fresh air ... and I prefer Jeannie please."
"Sure thing. It's such a nice day, and you look so pretty, I can
understand why you wouldn't want to be all cooped up in that office."
I headed back towards the office, and saw Rhonda out of the corner of my
eye. "Jeannie, can I see you for a second?"
"Sure." We stepped in her office and she shut the door. "Monica and I've
been looking for you. Where'd you go?"
"I really had to use a bathroom, so I went to on one of the other
floors."
"You know you're not supposed to go out with out either Monica or myself
along with you."
"Gaye said you were both in that big meeting, and I just really couldn't
hold it any longer. I'm really sorry, but Rhonda. I really and I mean
really had to go."
"Did anyone else see you?2
"I went in, did my business and left."
"Monica and I are responsible for you today. Candice would have our
asses if she knew you were out roaming around the building."
"I swear, there and back ..."
"Speaking of breaks, our meeting is almost done with ours. I better get
back to the conference room."
I went back to my office and saw a note from Edith. Printer two needs an
ink ribbon replaced. I was worried. I went to the supply cabinet, and
got the box with the right ribbon in it for her dot matrix printer. I
went over to her office and knocked on the door. "So how's it going?"
"Slow actually. This is the first thing I've really had to do all day."
"Just leave it there, I'll get to it in a couple of minutes," said
Edith. This was strange, since it seemed like I always had to replace
these things in the majority of printers around here. "I'll take care of
it."
"Nah, I don't want you to get ink all over your outfit. I'll get to it
in a bit. Sit down if you have a minute."
"OK ..." I didn't have to be told not to do work too many times.
Edith looked at me and asked, "So, how does it feel to be a girl for a
day?"
"Well, I was worried about looking like a guy in a dress, but Rhonda and
Monica have made sure that didn't happen,"
"That's good."
"It's also interesting seeing everyone else's reactions."
"I'll bet. I know that we all wanted to see how you looked this
morning."
"But not just how I look, what this churns up in people. I know someone
isn't happy with it ..."
"I understand. Being different has its challenges."
Edith's phone rang. She answered it. "Hello ... Hi Monica. She's with
me. I needed a printer ribbon. Really? OK. I'll tell her. Bye." She then
hung up the phone. "Well Jeannie, guess what ... the auto parts supplier
wants to take us all to lunch. And we're all going."
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