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Two weeks ago, I lost a dare at my job as a computer tech and accounting
assistant for a staffing and placement company.
I had to run around for the whole day perfectly crossdressed as a girl
whom I named Jeannie. So, this day began in a custom tailored burgundy
power suit and 3" pumps and made over from head to toe as pretty as a
corporate American Express card could make me. At lunch, I had to
deceive four businessmen from Germany in to thinking I was just one of
the girls. Now, my company has a chance to do something called technical
placements, and thanks to being Jeannie for a day, my drab alter ego has
the chance to be a full time technical recruiter in a potentially quite
lucrative position. And all the while, I was generally encouraged and
supported by all the other women with whom I work. Except, I did have
one co-worker so ticked off that she quit over it. She wasn't doing to
well there anyhow.
You'd think that was enough for one day. Now, the two women who hatched
this plan, my co-workers Monica and Rhonda and their pal from work Edith
and I are heading back to Rhonda's condominium so we can all change into
something else to go out and eat and party. I'm sitting in the back of
Rhonda's black sedan. This part of the day is going to be the trust
ride, because in the office, I had the office manager and the owner to
step in when things got out of hand. Now, I'm just one of the girls for
the rest of the night. And, I have a feeling I better lean in to this.
Or else, I'm going to be one of the boys on the outside again.
"Have we got a plan for you," giggled Monica, "We are going to go out to
a couple of different places and have some fun. We're going."
"When we get back to my place, I want you to go shower and wash off your
face," directed Rhonda, "you need to start over again."
I noticed that Monica had the passenger side visor down but the mirror
open, as if she was watching me. I hope she was getting her money's
worth, because I was just hanging loose right now.
We arrived back at the condo. I have to confess that I was tired of
being a girl. I wanted to shed all this like a snake sheds their skin. I
wanted to be a boy for a while, but it wasn't going to happen ... not on
their watch. I put back on my heels and walked with them up to the condo
front door, and followed Rhonda, Edith and Monica inside.
We all three kicked off our shoes shortly after coming inside. I sat on
the couch and decided to chill out for a sec. Rhonda disappeared in the
bathroom. Monica came over and sat down next to me. She looked straight
at me and said, "You have just looked so cute all day. When you're
Jeannie, I noticed you a lot more then I did on other days."
I just smiled and thanked her. She put a big affectionate hug on me.
This was in keeping with how flirty she's been all day.
I heard a cork pop in the other room, and looked over to see Edith
pouring four glasses of chardonnay, and some slices of white cheese and
Triscuts on the table. Rhonda returned and we all went over to the
table.
"A toast," said Edith, "to the newest member of the girls club ... we
finally found a guy with balls enough to do it!" And she started to
giggle.
"This wasn't some sort of plan or set up, was it?" I asked. All of them
looked at me.
"Not really," said Rhonda, "it just kind of happened this way."
"When you opened your mouth that day at First Street, none of knew what
was going to happen," said Monica, But we wanted to do something to
relieve the stress and have some fun."
"And this all just came together," said Edith, "we didn't think you'd do
it."
"But I'm glad you did," said Monica.
"Everyone had a lot of fun with it, but Gretchen," added Rhonda.
"Did she really quit because of me?" I asked.
"Well, her numbers were really down this quarter," said Edith, "but she
was all pissed off since she was the star on the rise when she started."
"I think she just resented the attention you were getting," said Monica,
"she felt that we should have done those things for her."
"But it wouldn't have been as much fun ..." added Rhonda.
"So what was your favorite thing about today?" Monica changed the
subject.
I paused for a second and collected my thoughts. I felt so close to
outing myself as a crossdresser. I wanted to say how much I just really
enjoyed all my time and experience dressed this way. This just wasn't
the time. "To make sure I could stay 'in character' and not be just a
boy in a dress," I replied, "I didn't want to look goofy or stupid."
"You were actually quite in character all day," replied Rhonda. "The
guys from Germany couldn't tell," added Edith, "In fact, the sales guy
mentioned you on the drive back to the office."
"What did he say," I felt really nervous. "He said was curious about you
and wish you had spoke up more," she said. I shrugged my shoulders and
smiled. "But Rudy reminded him you were engaged ..." added Monica. I
looked down at my left hand and saw Rhonda's engagement diamond. "I
guess this is a 'keep away sign,' isn't it?"
"For some," said Rhonda. "Some guys think you want a last thrill from
them," said Edith. Monica smirked at that. "Well, you can take it off
tonight if you want to, ..." said Rhonda. "I'll keep it on, it may keep
me out of trouble."
"It's 6-ish now. Jeannie, I want you to get all cleaned up, and we will
make you up again, with more of an bar night look," said Rhonda, "Say
ladies, shall we show her what she's going to wear tonight, or let her
wonder???"
"Let's see her reactions," said Monica. So with that Monica went over to
the coat closet and pulled out another Macy's bag.
"Ready?" I nodded yes.
She pulled out the most adorable black cashmere three quarter sleeve top
with a v-neck line. Then she pulled out a stone washed denim skirt that
was cut to be like a hobble skirt, but flirted at the knees. She also
pulled out a shoebox, and opened it to show a pair of hot black patent
stiletto pumps, but in a 3 1/2 heel. And finally, she pulled out a bag
of with a black corset like long line bra, the most expensive silk hose
Macy's sold and a bunch costume jewelry accessories, including some
funky earrings and a couple of bangle bracelets and a matching necklace.
"Ok Cinderella, you have about 40 minutes to get ready," said Rhonda.
"Where we going?" I asked ...
"We are probably going to eat at our favorite Mexican restaurant, and
then go to one or two bars afterwards," said Edith. I excused myself and
went in to the spare bedroom.
It actually felt good to shed almost all my female attire. As soon as I
unclasped the bra, I found myself missing the weight of the breast
forms. They had become my navigational aide in my fem journey, and now I
was flat again. I hung up the suit, folded the workday things up, spread
my change across the bed, and smile. This was whom I wanted to be when I
dressed as Jeannie.
I stepped in the shower and let the warm water revive me. Except for my
face, I was still very smooth. I saw a bottle of bath gel and a bath
sponge. I washed and exfoliated every inch of my person. And I felt
brand new and ready to face the night.
I wrapped the towel around my waist at first. Then, looking at myself in
the mirror, realized Jeannie would never to this. So, I opened it up and
re-wrapped it around my breasts and to cover my butt.
I heard a knock on the door and then someone call out. It was Edith, who
then pushed the door open. I only had the towel on. She asked, "How's is
coming?"
"Okay, just out of the shower ..." I saw her eyes looking down me. She
stopped about midway and smiled.
"Um, I think you need a bigger towel." I looked down and saw that about
four or more inches of erection were hanging out of the towel.
"If you don't mind me asking, how big are you?"
"I never measured it," I said with a blush.
"Monica, come here ... bring a yardstick."
I rolled my eyes. Sure enough, Monica showed up with a ruler in her
hand. "You said he was big, but I didn't believe you until now."
I smiled a smug smile. "Open up your towel Hun, we just want to measure
you." I was embarrassed, yet excited. Monica kneeled down, picked up my
shaft just below the head, while Edith held the ruler and measured ...
"Nine and a half ... you said he was a foot this morning." It felt good
to be in Monica's good hands once again.
"That's how big he felt this morning," she then looked up at me and
said, "I don't have time like we did this morning, but you were very
good then." She then kissed the side of my head and left a fuchsia
lipstick print on it. "You can't wipe that off by the way ..."
"Back to work," reminded Edith, "once you get your base foundation on,
come out to the kitchen and let us work some magic on you."
Ten minutes later I was concealed and dusted and ready for the final
lap. I had put on a pair of black satin panties, but was still in my
towel. All three of them started to huddle around me. Edith was to do my
eyes. Monica my lips and Rhonda would finish up. Within twenty minutes,
I had a face like one of the girls in the Addicted to Love video. My
lips were red and moist. My eyes were dark and smoky. My face was
flawless.
Before I forget, let me tell you what my companions for this girl's
night out looked like. Edith had transformed herself in to a "Chrissie
Hynde" classic tough chick, which was no surprise there. Her black jeans
were so skin tight, I think that she had been sewn in to them. She wore
the best dark eyes, with big hoops, and a man tailored shirt and little
ankle boots. She looked like a girl who lived at the pool table, and won
her drinks the easy way.
While still a work in progress, Rhonda looked like Belinda Carlisle
straight out of her latest video. Her large breasts were spilling out of
the top of her black and while plunging neck top. She had on a pair of
acid washed Capri's and a pair black 2" heels. She also had the rock
star face going too.
But my favorite had to be Monica, who looked like Cindy Crawford sans
mole. She had ratted out her hair nice and big. Her lips looked full,
moist and extremely pouty. She wore a fuchsia and teal dress with big
shoulder pads. This dress clung everywhere and left nothing to the
imagination and she wore a sheer nude stocking that just caught a gleam
of the light everywhere she turned. She had a pair of matching fuchsia
shoes and bag. I was blown away by how drop dead fucking gorgeous she
really was in that outfit.
"You have about half an hour to get yourself together Jeannie, we have a
7:45 dinner reservation," said Rhonda.
I retired in to the spare bedroom. The combination of the black corset
like long line bra and black cashmere three quarter sleeve top made me
look like I was almost as chesty as Rhonda, especially with a v-neck
line. My stone washed denim hobble skirt with the fanny pads made me
look like I had the cutest curved butt. My black patent stiletto pumps
with the 3 1/2 heels were built for dancing the night away. The black
mist silk hose framed my legs and made them look oh so touchable to me.
And topping it all was my costume jewelry accessories, including my
funky earrings and a couple of bangle bracelets and a matching necklace.
I was in love ... in love with how I looked and in love with the image I
saw.
I entered the living room to cheers and catcalls. I walked and worked
it. Monica pulled me over and sprayed me with a perfume that smelled
great. Rhonda, ever the taskmaster, reminded us that it was time to go.
We all grabbed our purses and the four of us walked out the door,
towards the sedan and out for a night on the town.
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