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Office Exchange
by: Anne O'Nonymous
Heads turned as she walked across the workroom floor, floral perfume
giving warning of her approach, tapping away on 3" heels, with taffeta
petticoats rustling under a full skirt and long, shoulder-length hair
gently swaying rhythmically to and fro in time with her steps. The few
men working there admired her legs, encased in seamed black hose. Their
admiring eyes followed her across the floor and up the stairs leading to
the main offices. They could only stare, as anything else would get them
fired for sexual harassment!
Opening a paneled door, her morning ordeal finished, she strolled down a
carpeted hallway towards the area where her workstation was positioned.
Upon reaching her desk, the first thing that caught her eye was a note:
"James, please see me as soon as you can! Aunt Vera."
She sat down in her chair, hard! James was a name from the past, Aunt
Vera saw to that. The name was now Janice, and she was Ms. Susan's
Personal Assistant, in reality a secretary (although a good working
partnership had evolved). Eight months ago, she was the secretary and
"he" was a VIP.
"Oh well, I've got to water the plants first," Janice thought. She got
the inner office key, went into the private bathroom, filled the watering
can kept there and went about her first job of the day. After finishing,
she checked Ms. Susan's desk for any late instructions. That's when she
found the second note: "Susan, I must see you at the earliest
opportunity. I have a most important duty to perform! Vera."
Vera referred to Vera Lord, CEO of Lord's Ladies Inc., Importers and
Distributors of Fine Ladies' Lingerie! His Aunt! Of course, Susan was
Susan
McGill, Janice's immediate superior.
"Now what! I thought I was doing well! At least I repaid almost half of
what she said I owe. If I get fired, I won't be able to repay all of it,"
Janice thought gloomily, "Well, I won't know what she wants until I get
there!"
Janice set off for the executive suite of her aunt. Along the way, she
said hello to all the new friends she made over the last six months. Some
lunch and shopping chums, and some to just chat with. She knew she's
going to miss them --they had all become such great, accepting, friends.
The next few steps were hard as Janice tried to fight back tears at the
idea of losing them. Emotions seem to be easier to express now, and tears
were so much more natural.
At last, she came to Ms. Gloria Peters, Vera's friend, secretary, and
personal assistant. "Janice, how nice to see you! She's been waiting for
you," Gloria said with a smile. After a kiss (goodbye, maybe?) and hug
from Gloria, Janice entered the executive office with petticoats
rustling, curtseyed to the woman behind the desk, on the phone at
present, and waited for permission to sit.
Vera Lord was a woman in her late fifties who looked like she was in her
early thirties. A strong businesswoman with a dominant, no nonsense,
personality about her, she could be as strict as an English Governess,
yet as gentle as a mother cat moving her kittens to safety. She saw her
"niece" enter and curtsey, and she smiled inwardly at that. A nod in her
direction was enough to indicate she should sit.
Janice saw the nod, gave a second curtsey, and sat down, next to Susan,
carefully tending the skirt and petticoats she was required to wear. With
that taken care of, she folded her hands in her lap and sat quietly,
contemplating the last few months' ordeal.
Her thoughts drifted back to a Friday, eight months ago, when this all
started. He had been called into this same inner sanctum when he was hit
with the bad news.
"James, I had an audit of the books in your section, and there is a
discrepancy of $10,650. Now a sheet you signed indicated that all the
bookkeeping figures were correct. Did you look at those numbers and check
them?"
"Truthfully, Aunt Vera, I didn't! I get so many papers to sign or
initial, I just can't keep track of them all."
"This is getting to be a habit. First, three shipping dates were off by
two days, then a letter of apology goes to the wrong customer, now this.
You do know you are responsible for all monies handled in your area? You
may be my nephew, but I don't think you're right for this position. I
can't fire you, because of the audit discrepancy, and I won't have you in
shipping, because you aren't big enough."
He remembered it was at this point Susan entered.
"You wish to see me, ma'am?"
"Yes, Susan, and please call me Vera. Starting Monday, you will be VP in
charge of Shipping and Customer Relations."
"I don't understand, isn't your . . . ," Susan started to say.
"Wait a minute, Susan, and you'll understand. Okay, now for you, James!
You owe the company a little over ten thousand dollars, let's make it an
even ten grand. You will be Susan's personal assistant, and work at the
same rate of pay as all the other secretaries. A one hundred dollar
deduction will be made weekly as repayment. Now, since you will be
working as a secretary, you must adhere to the office dress code!"
Now the entire office staff was female, and one rule was: "Skirt-suits or
dresses shall be worn. No pants, slacks, or shorts! Office personnel
must, at all times, present a feminine appearance to visitors."
"Aunt Vera, I can't do that. I'm a man," James exploded!
"You will do as I tell you, young man, or you can repay me now and find
some other job!"
There was no other choice, his debts saw to that. "You know I can't pay
you! I'm in debt now, so what choice do I have?" James said, trying to
control his anger and frustration. The situation seemed to be out of his
hands.
"None, really. Now, as I was saying, you will adhere to the office dress
code in its entirety. Do I make myself clear!"
"Yes, ma'am," James replied. He wished he could fight back a little more,
but she had him over a barrel.
"Now, since you need a little more, shall we say punishment, rules for
dress, you will do the following: you must always be well made-up; you
will always wear a slip or petticoats and seamed stockings; when entering
my office or Susan's, you will curtsey; and, I want to be able to hear
you coming, so you will wear heels at all times. Oh, and I would like you
to get better acquainted with our product line. Is that clear!"
"Yes, ma'am," a defeated James said, his head hanging down.
He remembered the weekend from Hell, all in preparation for his debut as
Janice on Monday. There were instructions in make-up, heels, dress and
curtseying that seemed to be never-ending. When Monday came, with his
first walk from employee parking, he could feel all those male eyes - did
they know it was he, or just another pretty face? Could they see he was a
male in a dress? At least inside, there was a welcome by the "girls."
Vera's voice jolted him back to reality.
"James," Vera started, "I asked you and Susan in here today because . . .
this isn't easy for me to say . . . I made a big mistake! Umm, I had the
audit figures rechecked, and, it seems, the auditing company missed some
records. Apparently, they were unavailable at the time of the audit, and
were, well, just missed. There is no error in your department!"
"James, I can be out of your office by the end of the day," Susan said.
"You mean I can have my old job back," James said excitedly, somewhat
sadly adding, "and I can go back to wearing pants, too."
"Your old job at your old pay and your old clothes," Vera added.
He sat there for a minute, thinking. Thought after thought flooded
through like a torrent of water after a severe rainstorm. Back to HIS
office, and the way it was before. Back to closed doors and isolation.
Lunches he or his secretary brought in. His secretary sticking her head
in the door once in a while with papers for him to initial -- not sign,
initial mind you.
"No, auntie. Please, I want to stay as Susan's secretary. When I worked
in that office, I was separated from everyone, like I had some disease. I
ate lunch in there. Susan came in once in a while to give me papers to
initial, never to sign. Papers she passed on to me! I came in and stayed
all day not really contributing anything or knowing anyone in this
organization. In the last eight months, I got to know people in the
office. Do you know Caroline's daughter's name? It's Chris! I went to a
baby shower! I file, type, make coffee, greet people, and lunch and shop
with the girls, my friends! I don't want to go back to that lonely,
separated existence in that office -- it's a prison to me. Please, Aunt
Vera, just let me stay where I am!" Janice pleaded.
Vera was not too surprised by this turn of events. "Okay, you may stay,
but, except for the curtsey, I must insist on all the rules staying in
place!"
"Auntie, I wouldn't have it otherwise!"
Susan sat for a minute, looked at Vera who nodded her assent to go-ahead
with what they had previously discussed. She got up and walked to where
Janice was sitting. Her hand went to her pocket as she knelt down in
front of Janice. "Over the last few months, I've worked closely with you.
I saw a wonderful person: gentle, kind, thoughtful, and considerate to
all around her. Janice, I've fallen deeply in love with you," Susan said
as she carefully opened the ring box, and took out an engagement ring,
"Will you marry me, Janice?"
"Oh, God! YES! YES! YES! I've wanted to get up enough courage to say the
same to you for so long. I have come to love you more than life itself,"
James said, as Susan slipped the ring on his now feminine finger, "I've
got to go and show this to all the girls! Please ma'am, may I be
excused?"
Vera smiled at her. "Try to get some work done today, dear."
"I'll try, but I'm so excited," Janice squealed, then broke into a fit of
giggles, "I feel just like a schoolgirl!" She left the office to show her
beautiful engagement ring to everyone.
Back in the office, Vera looked at Susan and smiled. "That worked out
really well. I think he will be very happy as your secretary!"
"Assistant, if you please. He will when he sees his raise," Susan said,
"And what about that deduction?"
"Went to pay those outstanding bills he was worried about. He'll be very
happy when he sees he's free and clear of debt."
"I can't wait to see his face! So how was the medical report?"
"The last tests showed his stress level is down, heart rate and blood
pressure are near normal, and he seems to be happier and more content.
Susan, if you ever tell him the whole story about the shortfall being a
phony, just to get him in dresses to reduce his stress, I'll personally
see you don't get a Christmas bonus!"
Susan smiled at the thought before saying, "Who would have thought
dressing a male in pretty things would prevent him from having a possibly
fatal heart attack!"
"Well, Susan, in this case, those dresses and a better diet plus a
different frame of mind seemed to have worked a miracle. I want you to
have James as a wife for as long as possible!"
"Me, too, Vera, me too!"
The End.
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