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Lunch at Claytons Restaurant, the place where powerbrokers and the
city's elite meet to eat, is the most prestigious restaurant within a
half hour's drive of the office. This is the place folks like me go for
an engagement or an anniversary dinner. But today, it is business. The
table is set for twelve, eight from our office and four from the auto
parts manufacturer. I have never eaten there before. And actually, it's
Jeannie, my alter ego and feminized self that is going to have the
pleasure.
I was leaving Edith's office and going to head back to my office, when
Edith called out to me, "Jeannie ... go get your purse and go see
Rhonda. She says she needs to talk to you about something." So, I made
the loop. "Jeannie, let's go to the bathroom together ... we need some
girl time. I want to check your make up and make sure nothing is left to
chance." We went down the hall, and went in to the bathroom on our
floor. A woman was coming out of a stall and another one was finishing
up at the mirror.
"Congratulations on closing the deal," I said.
"Thanks," said Rhonda, "We were the right company at the right time to
do what they needed. When we had the bathroom to ourselves, she put me
in front of the mirror, made me get out my compact and softly powder my
face and then fix my lipstick. "Monica's right. You do have very
kissable lips in that color," she said looking over at me. I started
wondering about this. It was like they had no boundaries about what they
thought sexually the minute I was totally en femme. I looked over and
received a nodding approval. "Now, this is your last chance to go to the
bathroom ... do you need to?"
"I'll be okay."
We walked back down the hall and in to the reception area, where the
whole staff and our guests started to congregate. I didn't see Gretchen
anywhere. Considering her mood this morning, I didn't want to press the
issue. Rhonda and Monica were taking two of the executives in their car.
Karen and Candice were taking the other two. I was to ride with Edith
and Gaye. The first eight rode down the first elevator together, and we
took a second one down.
Edith drove a silver Honda Accord. As we got to the car, Gaye offered to
take the back seat, "Since those long legs like those look like they
need some room." It was a quiet ride with not much said, until I asked
the question, "So where's Gretchen?"
"She quit right before lunch," said Gaye.
"Really?" My voice shifted to all male tones in my response, "Why?"
Gaye looked at Edith and said, "Her sales had been down, and she was
upset about the way things were being run around here."
"It didn't have anything to do with my being all dressed up like a girl,
did it?"
"Well, she was trying real hard around here, but hadn't had a good month
in a while ... so I think the writing was already on the wall." I began
to feel bad, like I had caused it. But I remembered when I would run
commission reports, and Gretchen was making pennies while Monica and
Rhonda were making the big bucks. I just didn't want to be the reason
why she quit all of a sudden.
We pulled up at Claytons, and drove under the canopy. The valet popped
up out of the shack and opened the door for me. I saw him pull open the
door and gleefully look up and down my legs. I suddenly felt flush with
embarrassment. He then ran around and helped Edith and Gaye out of their
doors. We stood together and walked in. As Gaye opened the door, I
walked in the vestibule in a very natural way and then held the door for
my peers. I looked as the eight earlier arrivals. They were about ten
steps ahead of us, now being escorted a table off to the darker side of
the restaurant.
I noticed they all sat at the far end of the table. I sat as far away as
I could from the group, my goal was to speak soft, say little and create
as little attention as we could. A middle aged blond waitress who looked
like actress Janet Leigh approached the table. "Hi everyone. My name is
Carol. Welcome to Claytons. Is this anyone's first time here?"
One of the men at the end of the table spoke. He had a soft crisp German
accent that colored his speech. "We are celebrating with our new
American partners. We are having what you American's call 'a power
lunch' today."
It then dawned on me that I didn't want to be outed by how I ate and
behaved. I devised a simple plan. I would do everything the way Candice
did it. I would order what she ordered. When she would take a bite, I
would take a bite. I would sip my drink as she sipped hers. And, except
for having to lead the luncheon and pay the bill at the end, I would be
just fine. I looked at Candice, who seems like she is more comfortable
when she's in control. "Marc, let's not celebrate too much right now.
Some of the girls have work to do after lunch." Carol went around and
took orders for soft drinks, coffee and water. I asked for both water
and a diet coke.
Once Carol left, Marc took the initiative to start the conversation. He
looked at Candice and said, "We have with us some of your employees we
haven't met yet. I hope we can go around the table now, and we will all
introduce ourselves." I thought to myself that this could be the public
outing I didn't want. Lucky, they started first. The man who was trying
to control said, "I am Marc and I am in charge of North American
operations for Deutchtech. I am from Stuttgart." The next gentleman, a
thin angular man, introduced himself as Luther, and he was the
operations manager and he was from Munich. A charming sandy blond man
with a lilting introduced himself as Lars, and that he was born in Bern,
Switzerland. He was in charge of North American sales and market
development. And a short, stocky balding man introduced himself as
Rudolph or Rudy, and he was going to be the operations manager. He never
said where he was from.
Our waitress came around the table with each of our drinks just as the
conversation came around from Rhonda, Monica, Karen and Candice to our
side of the table. She was putting down drinks on our end when it was my
turn. I simply said, "Hi. I'm Jeannie. I work on the computers and help
with the accounting."
Marc looked my way and said, "Jeannie, you have ... how do Americans say
it ... both beauty and brains."
I didn't blush this time; I actually smiled and said, "Thank you." I
could really get used to complements like these.
Candice ordered a grilled chicken salad with light dressing on the side.
I never really had one before, but it had to be good. I listened as they
talked and really didn't say anything. Gaye asked me at one point, "How
are you holding up?"
To which I smiled and told her, "Just fine." And I was. I really didn't
have to say anything but look pretty.
Candice and I ate in perfect sync. We each left about a third of the
salad and half of our diet sodas. I could of finished it off myself, but
I knew better. We all passed on dessert and coffee. It was almost 2:00
pm. Since Gaye was here, the office was in effect closed. But the
answering machine was on call. Candice and Marc fought over the check,
but in the end Marc won. As we left the table, Monica came up from
behind me and said, "Join us in the ladies room."
I walked in the woman's room and was then surrounded by the whole staff
hugging each other. Candice said, "First congratulations to the best
staff in the world. This is a huge account, and nothing is going to blow
it. Second, to our newest employee, (pause) Jeannie. I was impressed how
you conducted yourself at lunch. I don't think any of our guests noticed
anything was out of the ordinary." Candice gave me a girl hug, a
shoulder squeeze and put her cheek against mine, and it felt wonderful.
I was unlike any moment I ever had.
I then noticed that everyone then was taking turns in front of the
mirror. Rhonda came up to me and said, "Go over and fix your face like
we did this morning." I went and fixed my lipstick and powdered my face.
Rhonda gave me a final inspection. "How are you doing? I really want to
know."
"It's been fun for the most part," I replied. We then all walked out of
the ladies room as a group, went to each of our cars and headed back to
the office.
I told Gaye she could have the front seat this time, I would like to sit
in the back. I settled in to the seat and just chilled out. I found
myself feeling grateful, almost like a prayer of thanks for this entire
coming off so smoothly.
Back at the office, it was 2:20 when I got back to my desk. It had been
a really easy day for me work wise. These happen once in a while, but
usually it's dealing with an emergency or a deadline for me.
Karen came by the office, and told me that I was to 9-9-99 Gretchen's
personnel records. We used that code in one of the employee's date
fields to show that someone had left the company. I was to figure out
her last paycheck and what her commissions would have been.
"Karen, tell me the truth," I asked her, "did Gretchen really quit
because of today? I need to know."
Karen looked me straight in the eye. "Honestly, it was the straw that
broke the camel's back," she said, "she got all weirded out about it.
But she was in sales, and we both know if you don't sell enough, you
usually have to move on."
"So I shouldn't feel like I caused it?"
"No, actually Candice and I had a meeting scheduled for next week to
discuss what we were going to do with her."
"I still feel sad about it."
"Don't," said Karen, "she needs to be somewhere where she can be
successful, and this wasn't it anymore."
Karen left. I went about the business of figuring her commissions and
final payroll. It took about 40 minutes to do all the termination
procedures. I then took everything back over to Karen's office. As I
stood there at her desk, everything girly started to really itch. Having
worn pretty much everything since six am, I started to feel like just
taking off my clothes and scratching every inch of my body. I started to
squirm. "What's wrong dear?"
"Nothing. Just I feel a bit itchy, that's all."
"Happens," said Karen, "sometimes you've been wearing a nice outfit all
day and your body then rebels. You're almost home dear. Remind yourself
you only have an hour and a half left."
"By the way dear, you have a run in you hose." I looked and saw a small
run just peeking out from the hem of my skirt, across my left thigh.
"You must have snagged it when you were scratching. Come here, let me
help you with that," Karen was acting her maternal self, "come over here
and lift up your skirt for me." I pulled it up to just below my panties.
She reached in her drawer, pulled out a bottle of clear nail polish and
dabbed some right where the run ended. "That should stop it."
"Thanks, I wouldn't of known what to do."
"That's one of the things we mothers teach our daughters," she replied,
"if even you're only our daughter for a day."
As I left Karen's office, I heard Candice call my name from her office.
I knocked softer on the door this time and looked in. "When you, Monica
and Rhonda are all available, I want to meet with the three of you." I
went to their respective offices and told them about the impromptu
meeting.
Fifteen minutes later, we were all back in Candice's office. Rhonda took
the chair, while Monica and I shared the couch. "Jeannie, we are in a
unique situation here," began Candice, "Deutchtech wants us to not only
staff their administrative support team, but they want to do something
that isn't really done a lot before now. They want for us to staff their
computer department. They want for us to hire and supervise these people
like we do their office staff. And the good news for the company is that
it pays almost three to four times per employee what an single admin
would get us."
Rhonda and Monica each smiled, since they also knew this was a
tremendous opportunity. "Now the hardest part is finding these people
and knowing if they are qualified to do what we need them to do." That
made sense to me. "Since we have an opening in our sales staff, I am
looking for someone to fill a gap here who understands both computers
and is willing to learn sales. Jeannie, I was wondering if ..." I held
my breath. "The guy who normally does your job would be interested in
taking the position?"
I responded, "Of course I would!" I was excited, but secretly I also
wanted them to offer the job to Jeannie. Monica slid up from behind and
hugged me, then held on to me for a few moments. Rhonda turned and gave
be a big smile.
Candice then continued to outline a thirty-day transition plan where my
alter ego would train someone new once they were hired and then I would
take some sales courses. I leaned forward, away from Monica to look at
the outline Candice has written. I still smiled, since this really was a
tremendous opportunity and I knew it. Still, I would love to have been
just one of the girls around here. I can't pretend otherwise. As the
meeting broke up, Rhonda said, "Be ready to go home about 4:55." I
smiled and said sure. The business day was coming to an end. I went back
to my office, soon to be my former office, and it felt different this
time. I had outgrown it.
I gathered up my purse and went to the office to sit in one of the
reception chairs, waiting for Rhonda and Monica. Gaye was her perky
self, even this late in the day. I wanted to just go home and get drab.
"Congratulations on the new job," said Gaye. "I think you have to give
some credit goes to Jeannie."
I turned my head at that idea. "What makes you say that?"
"Well, maybe the girls think of you differently having walked a mile in
their shoes." I rolled my eyes at the clich?. "Maybe so." Of course it
wasn't just the shoes ... I had walked a mile totally immersed as one of
them. I thought about it and finally felt accepted here.
Rhonda and Monica walked up from the inner offices together, they were
giggling like a couple of schoolgirls. "Miss Jeannie, you have a choice
to make," said Monica, "Edith is going to join up with us. We can all
either go down to First Street for a drink and a bite to eat or (pause)
you can trust us."
I didn't know what to do. "Trust you to do what?"
"Well, we thought we could go home, get out of our work clothes and then
go out. I mean, you don't want to party in your work clothes, now do
you?"
"Well, I really don't have anything to wear," I began.
"Oh yes you do," interrupted Monica, "while you were trying on suits, I
went an picked out an outfit for you just in case we went out. You're
going to look adorable in it!"
I still felt tired and itchy, but knew this could be my only chance to
go out and party with them as Jeannie. I then sighed and smiled "Ok,
let's go home and change." I actually really to see what outfit Monica
had picked out for me.
Have fun girls!" I heard Gaye call over my shoulder, "don't corrupt her
too badly ..."
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