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Subtle and Gentle Transformation
PART 3
By Monica Graz
CHAPTER 12
First day in the office
I told Marcia to come around noon. She was, as expected, very nervous
when I left her this morning but I was nervous as well as the time of
her arrival was approaching.
In the past few days and in particular after the makeover session in the
beauty shop Marcia became officially a she. We both agreed that for
practical reasons it was impossible in her new work environment to be
anything but that. I was quite surprised how smoothly this happened.
After six weeks in skirts and a serious makeover Marcia was definitely a
she to my eyes. The fact is that the last time I saw Mark in his male
persona was ten days ago when we went together to the beauty shop. He
went in as an androgynous looking Mark and came out as an elegantly
plain Marcia, definitely feminine in her looks.
The voice was still a serious problem but the beauty shop assistant
Estelle who dealt in the past with transsexuals gave Marcia a DVD with
specific instructions and voice exercises to train the phonetic chords
to a softer and more feminine sound.
We had quite a laugh the past few days as Marcia was trying to follow
the DVD instructions. Her voice was sometimes husky like one of those
old fashioned actresses who were smoking like chimneys or silly like
little girls, but she certainly was eager to adapt to a lighter and
softer voice.
I was sitting in my desk in front of my computer screen when I heard the
door bell. Millie who was sitting in the front office buzzed the caller
in. This must be Marcia I thought. I didn't move from my desk but I
could hear a voice, Marcia's new husky voice, talking to Millie, "Good
afternoon Miss, I am Marcia Carson and I am here to see Mr. Lewis and
Miss Evans."
"Please take a seat Marcia; Miss Evans will see you shortly."
Millie had specific instructions to go directly to first name mode with
Marcia. I wanted from the very beginning to establish a code of conduct
in the office. Mr. Lewis was quite old fashioned about office etiquette
and he was very much against first name use for the senior members of
the staff. Marcia, like Millie would have an office girl status. In
fact in her female persona Marcia was looking several years younger than
the 33 years of Mark's age, quite remarkable really.
I picked the internal phone and I heard Millie's professionally polite
voice, "Marcia Carson is here to see you Miss Evans, will you be able to
see her now?"
"Please send her in Millie in five minutes; I have to send an urgent e-
mail to a client."
"Of course Miss," Millie answered politely.
I deliberately delayed a few minutes Marcia's appointment to see me, she
had to learn from the beginning her lower status in the office. All of a
sudden I smiled to myself.
I realised that I was secretly enjoying what I was doing; I was enjoying
the fact that Marcia would be my subordinate in this office; maid at
home, office girl here my control of her life would be bigger than ever
and I was encouraging this to happen.
A few minutes later I picked the phone and asked Millie to bring her in.
They came in Millie first followed by Marcia who was trying desperately
not to laugh. We had to act and pretend that we barely know each other
as I explained to her at home.
"Thank you Millie," I said as I dismissed her. I turned to Marcia and
maintaining a serious professional face I asked her to sit down opposite
me. I whispered at her 'you look great darling'.
"Thank you Miss Evans," she answered smiling politely at me. I could
tell she was enjoying playing the game as much as I did; her submissive
nature was kicking on.
A few minutes later I took her to the inner sanctum to meet Mr Lewis.
His office was very impressive in an old fashioned way. Wall to wall
dark wood bookcases filled with hundreds of old books, an old wooden
desk and leather armchairs and a couch at the far end of the room.
Mr. Lewis a loud pompous man with a plum accent went straight to the
point, "Ah Miss Carson, Marcia I think your name is, Miss Evans
explained everything about you. We don't mind in this office what your
proclivities are for as long as you do properly your job."
He stopped and looked at both of us then he remembered we were still
standing and he asked us to sit down. He resumed his seat behind his
desk and continued less pompously I must say, "The project I want you to
undertake Marcia is very important for this office and me. My family
goes back and..."
Ten minutes later we were done in Mr. Lewis office. His departing words
were, "You will be working very closely with Miss Evans, and you will
get all the instructions from her. I am certain you will be comfortably
settled in this office in a few days."
He stood up and shook Marcia's hand. The interview was over. Marcia
managed to say, "Thank you Sir, for offering me that job, it came the
right moment for me."
"Now Marcia" I said, "Millie and I will give you a guided tour and show
to your office."
"Yes Miss Evans," Marcia answered coyly.
I let Millie conduct the tour; I wanted those two to bond from the
beginning.
"You have been already to Mr. Lewis' and Miss Evans' offices. I sit in
the front in the reception area. Your office is here in the back where
we keep all our computer equipment." Millie started
We were already inside a biggish office facing the back of the building
where Marcia's office was going to be.
I said to Marcia, "Your first job Marcia is an assessment of our
electronic equipment. You are the specialist you have to tell us what we
need to do to upgrade our equipment. I presume we will need good
scanning facilities, but you tell us."
"Of course Miss Evans," Marcia answered in a professional mode, "As soon
as I sit to my desk I'll work a list of what is needed for this
particular job."
Millie continued, "Next to your office is a small kitchen where we keep
our tea and coffee facilities."
I interfered at that point, "I want you two girls to share the
responsibility of coffee and tea making. You will be doing different
jobs but you are equal on your status in this office or to be fairer,
Marcia as the newcomer must be slightly below you Millie in the office
pecking order."
Millie looked pleased; I just said that Marcia was below the office
girl. Marcia blushed a bit but said nothing.
Then I added, "And of course I want this kitchen in an excellent order.
You can share the washing up of mugs and cups and the tidying up
afterwards and whoever leaves last makes sure that everything is as it
should be. I'll be very crossed if I ever find a mess in that
kitchenette." I finished in a firm tone of voice.
Both girls answered in unison, "Yes Miss Evans." I slightly smiled, I
felt like a school mistress at that moment.
"At about three o'clock you will meet our cleaner Mrs. Atkins Marcia,"
Millie added somehow mysteriously, "She is a formidable lady."
"Yes Marcia, she is quite a lady, but I think you will like her, after
all you are quite familiar with housework yourself, you did quite a bit
of cleaning in the past as you mentioned before, during the interview."
I said trying to tease Marcia a bit.
I saw her surprised look; she never told me such a think. But Marcia was
a good sport; she picked my hint and said, "Yes, I did quite a bit of
cleaning in the past, mostly when I was studying to earn some extra
money. I like housework; it is a physical activity I badly need after
all those hours spending in front of a screen."
I could see Millie's face; she was dying to ask something. I turned to
her and said, "If you want to ask something Millie go ahead, Marcia
won't mind you are colleagues now."
"Can I ask something more personal Miss Evans?" Millie said looking
quite cheeky.
"Don't ask me," I said with a cunning smile, "Ask Marcia directly, she
seems quite open to me."
Millie turned to Marcia "When you were working as a cleaner you were
still a boy or you were in your transition period?"
Naughty Millie, she asked a very personal question. I turned to Marcia
who looked surprisingly quite composed. Somehow I managed to corner her
and that wasn't my intention, it just happened because of Millie's
inquisitive mind.
She answered after a small pause, "I am fully dressed as a female for
about a year now, and before that I was wearing boy's clothes so to
answer your question I was cleaning mostly as a boy usually wearing a
pinny or sometimes an overall depending on the employer." Marcia
answered creating for herself a past that I should keep in my mind from
now on. She just said she has been dressed as a female for a whole
year?!
Millie was clearly fascinated. I was surprised by her persistence on
that issue.
She said in an even tone, "In other words Marcia you were something like
a boy maid?"
"Yes, I guess I was," Marcia answered blushing this time.
"Now Millie you are quite a cheeky girl, you became very personal here?"
I said rather firmly.
"I am sorry Miss Evans, it is my nature to ask personal questions, and
sometimes I should bite my tongue as my mother used to say to me."
She turned to Marcia, "I hope you are not offended Marcia, I simply am
fascinated by your case, I never met a person like you before, I am
sorry if I offended you."
Marcia said smiling broadly to break the ice, "Of course I am not
offended Millie, You should know who your new colleague is. Wait till I
start asking personal questions to you, like where you bought this
lovely skirt for instance."
Clever Marcia, she handled that very smoothly; I could see those two
would get along well.
I brought the conversation back to our office cleaner Mrs. Atkins.
Turning to Millie I said, "Millie I want to remind you that Mrs. Atkins
has no idea of Marcia's special condition, she is too old and
conservative to understand who a TS person is so you have to protect her
back."
"Don't worry Miss; Marcia's secret is safe with me. And as you said
Marcia and Mrs. Atkins have something in common they both seem to be
involved with housework one way or the other, I am certain they will
find topics to discuss."
I couldn't stop noticing that Millie is a very cunning girl; in her own
way and not in a particularly subtle manner, she was putting Marcia
down, trying to bring her to the same level with the office cleaner. But
in the other hand Marcia is a grown up person, I am not her protector,
she has to act herself, the balance will be established according to
their characters and personalities.
"Come on girls lets go back to work, Millie you have those reports to
finish and Marcia you can establish yourself in your office and start
accessing the equipment. I would like a list with preliminary
suggestions by the end of the day so I can discuss it with Mr. Lewis."
CHAPTER 13
Meeting Mrs Atkins - Final working arrangements
At about 2.30 in the afternoon Millie was showing Marcia how to make
coffee in the small kitchenette, when I heard a loud 'shit!' from a not
very feminine voice. That was definitely Mark's voice not Marcia's, I
wondered what happened.
I rushed there and saw Millie trying to remove a huge coffee stain from
Marcia's skirt who looked totally devastated; this was a brand new
skirt, the material was synthetic and it started crumpling where the
stain was, it looked rather ugly.
I couldn't stop smiling mischievously. "That was not exactly a demure
feminine voice Marcia, was it?" I said rather sharply.
"I'm sorry Jess... I mean Miss Evans, I lost it for a moment, look at
this mess, I ruined my skirt."
Millie looked at Marcia then at me and added, "I am afraid it's my
fault, it was one of my silly abrupt movements, I am so sorry Marcia."
"Now I can see why aprons can be so useful." I said barely able to
suppress my laugh, "I am afraid your skirt looks bad, it has to go to
the drycleaners', let's hope it can be fixed."
Then I added, "I think you should take the skirt off, it looks really
ugly, probably with a wet tea towel you can partly remove the stain and
then let it dry."
"But I have nothing to wear," Marcia said looking worried now, "I can't
stay with my knickers on, Mr. Lewis will be back any minute now."
"I have an idea;" Millie offered to help, "Mrs. Atkins keeps her
overalls in the broom cupboard where all the cleaning material is,
Marcia could wear one of them temporarily, we can explain everything to
Mrs. Atkins, I am certain she wouldn't mind at all."
Cunning Millie, I thought, she probably staged the whole thing to put
Marcia in an overall, I wonder why. Is this a way to establish clearly
who is above in the office pecking order?
I looked at Marcia, she was clearly intrigued, I knew that look, she was
willing to try it, somehow I knew from the beginning she would be
fascinated by such a garment.
I simply said, "This is not a bad idea if Marcia of course has no
objection. What do you think Marcia?"
She looked at me trying to recognise if I would endorse such a movement,
I slightly moved my head in a positive manner.
"I guess its okay, but I don't know, Mrs. Atkins might be annoyed by
that."
"Don't worry I'll deal with that matter," Millie said in a confident
manner, "Hang on a minute I'm going to fetch one."
She came back in seconds carrying a cotton flowered garment; she passed
it on to Marcia saying, "You could change in the bathroom. If I were you
I would keep the blouse on, the overall is sleeveless."
Marcia, embarrassed but also excited, I could tell, took the overall and
went hastily to the bathroom. A couple of minutes later she came back
looking very domesticated in an old fashioned way, holding her soiled
skirt!
The overall was indeed a sleeveless knee length wraparound frock, cotton
material with a flower pattern, well worn but clean looking.
Millie read my mind because she said, "I can assure you its absolutely
clean, Mrs Atkins always leaves behind a clean overall she is very
particular about that."
She looked at me, ignoring Marcia and said, "She looks fine in it, what
do you thing Miss Evans?"
"It certainly fits well and yes Marcia looks a bit domesticated but
fine."
Marcia decided to say something, "I quite like it myself, I only hope
Mrs. Atkins will not take it badly."
Millie reassured her once more that she would take care of it and I
called them back to order, "Well girls enough of dressing up games,
Marcia since you are suitably protected now you can finish making the
coffee and bring us a cup, Millie back to your reports please."
"Yes Miss Evans," we said in unison.
In a little while Marcia was serving the coffee she just made standing
in the reception area next to Millie when Mrs. Atkins came in using her
own key. I didn't want to miss the scene and I joined them the moment
Mrs. Atkins set eyes on Marcia.
"What on earth is happening here? Who is this person wearing my overall
dress?" was her instant reaction.
Millie instantly started explaining the situation, telling her what
really happened and why Marcia was dressed like this.
Mrs Atkins finally looked at Marcia with a new interest now. "Wasn't
your lucky day today Miss, was' it?" she asked with a half smile.
"Please call me Marcia Mrs. Atkins and thank you for letting me borrow
your overall dress, it came very handy in a difficult moment for me."
Marcia said politely using the most feminine possible voice.
Mrs Atkins looked a bit puzzled by this rather unusually husky voice of
Marcia. Being a very straight forward person she said in a slightly
concerned voice, "Do you have some sort of cold or sore throat Miss...
sorry Marcia? Your voice sounds a bit crackly
I decided to take over and say another white lie, "This is her real
voice Mrs Atkins; as Marcia told me a little while ago since I asked the
same question, when she was a young girl she had a serious throat
infection that slightly affected her vocal chords leaving her voice a
bit husky as you hear it." I stopped and looked at Marcia who barely
could suppress a laugh; Millie also looked at me slightly astonished.
Mrs. Atkins though believed everything I said and looking back at Marcia
said in compassionate way, "Poor girl that was ever so unfortunate."
Then she added in a mischievous way, "But if you are prone to accidents
I might bring a couple of aprons for you to wear when you prepare coffee
or tea; that way you will keep your clothes clean and tidy."
Marcia blushed all over as she started saying, "Thank you Mrs. Atkins
but..."
I interrupted her by telling firmly, "That would be an excellent idea
Mrs. Atkins, this is exactly what I was thinking when I saw Marcia's
skirt earlier today. An apron is always handy for occasions like this."
Millie grabbed the opportunity and added in her slightly teasing way,
"Marcia has been a cleaner herself in the past Mrs. Atkins, when she
needed extra money for her studies; she is quite familiar with overalls
and aprons."
"Is she now?" Mrs Atkins said looking Marcia with renewed interest once
again.
And then she added addressing Marcia directly, "In that case keep the
overall Marcia, it's a present from me, it might be useful again;
probably when I retire you can take over the cleaning duties in this
office."
Marcia blushed again but she was quite excited by now, she was the
centre of attention and she liked it. She managed to say, "Oh thank you
Mrs. Atkins, how very kind of you, I love that type of old fashioned
garment, it reminds me of my mother and grand mother, I'll probably use
it when I clean my own place."
Then she added, "The coffee is still hot, would you like a cup Mrs.
Atkins before you start working, I'll fetch a cup from the kitchenette?"
"That would be very nice girl, thank you, I'll have a quick sip here and
then I'll go and change myself."
She called Marcia 'a girl' like a housekeeper would call a maid, I
thought. The dynamics in the office develop in an interesting if not
unusual way.
At that moment the front door opened and Mr. Lewis came in. He was quite
amazed with the sight of all of us in the reception area drinking
coffee, I could tell from his look. But being Mr. Lewis he simply said
in his phlegmatic way, "Could I see you in my office Miss Evans please?"
Of course he asked me what's going on; why everybody is gathered in the
reception area including the cleaner and why Marcia is dressed like Mrs.
Atkins. I tried to explain everything. I had to mention also that Mrs
Atkins is not aware of Marcia's particular TS condition.
He agreed with me that it was wise not to involve Mrs. Atkins in
Marcia's so called 'secret' and then he asked me, "What do you think of
Marcia by the way, how do you assess her, will she be able to do the
job?"
I had to defend my choice, "I think Marcia will do the job very
efficiently, her knowledge on computers is remarkable and she is doing
an assessment about new hardware and software we will need."
"How about working hours and wages? Mr. Lewis asked. "Have you touched
that subject with her?"
I had to say another small lie; I would sort that out later with Marcia.
I said confidently, "Yes Mr. Lewis, Marcia would like to work part time
on a daily basis, between 11.00 and 3.00 in the afternoon. Is that okay
with you?"
Mr. Lewis had no difficulty in accepting that, then he asked again, "And
wages?"
Again I improvised, "Current hourly rate for a young IT specialist, 10
to 12 pounds sterling per hour?"
He instantly answered, "Offer her 10 for the first month on a trial
basis and if we are happy with her work she will get 12 pounds per hour
the next month. What do you think Jessica?"
Occasionally in the privacy of his office he was calling me by my first
name. I always called him Mr. Lewis or Sir.
I answered on Marcia's behalf, "I think she will be very pleased Sir,
I'll make the offer immediately."
CHAPTER 14
'Declaration of Dependence'
I was almost certain that Marcia would welcome me in the house wearing
her new housewifely overall and I was right!
She was wearing a simple blouse and skirt outfit covered modestly by the
newly acquired overall when she offered me a badly needed and well
deserved glass of cold chardonnay carrying it in a tray.
"Thank you darling Marcia, I really need that, it was a long day."
She came and sat next to me in the sofa holding her own wine glass. She
said in a more relaxed Mark voice, "Now I realise how important your job
is Miss Evans, you are practically Mr. Lewis alter ego, his eyes in the
office. "
I laughed with his humorous formality but I answered equally jokingly,
"Be careful girl, I might get used to the Miss Evans formality and
extend it in this house."
"I would welcome that Miss Evans," she answered less jokingly now.
Marcia's submissive genes were kicking on!
I played along those lines asking boldly, "What we have for dinner maid?
I am starving."
"Something light Madam," she answered smiling at me, "Smoked salmon with
baby oven potatoes and green salad."
"Very good, let's eat then, we can discuss the events of the day as we
eat." I happily said.
I explained to her the job proposal as we started eating, "You will work
part time on a daily basis between 11.00 and 3.00pm, I think it is
better for both of us. You will be able to do your housework, tidy up
the house in the morning, do some shopping if needed and then come to
work. In the afternoon you can prepare dinner and catch up with your
personal work if you have any. What do you think?"
Marcia who by now had removed her overall and joined me in the table in
her blouse and skirt outfit was less formal and emotionally touched.
She started talking in an emotional Mark voice. I interrupted her with a
remark, "Marcia dear would you mind very much to try and practice your
feminine voice? I want this to become a second nature to you; you are
exposed now to the real world."
"You are right Jess," she said in her adopted voice and continued,
"Today, for the first time I felt seriously 'trapped' in inverted commas
or committed to a totally new phase in my life. I am Marcia now nearly
on a permanent basis. As you said moments ago all my day is planned
around Marcia's persona."
I was about to say something bur Marcia was quicker and after a sip of
her wine continued in an excited high pitched slightly tipsy voice, "And
you know what Jess, I love it! I love being what I am now; I love being
your partner, assistant, maid, secretary, even slave if you want it! I
want to continue in that path, if you don't mind of course because above
all I value our relationship!"
Wow! What a declaration. I looked at Marcia, she was having another sip
and simply added, "There you are, I said it, this is how I feel at the
moment Jess."
It took me a bit of time to answer; I had been taken by surprise by
Marcia's 'Declaration of dependence'! Now I knew for good, Pandora's Box
was wide open and I have to manage the consequences. Something that
started partly as a game became quite serious. I was excited; I wanted
the power Marcia so readily was giving me. I wanted to dominate and
subjugate her in a loving but firm way. God! Where I was hiding all
those emotions and feelings? Should I be ashamed about those feelings?
Should I try to suppress them?
Suddenly I knew! I couldn't and I shouldn't suppress those feelings,
they were reciprocal to Marcia's feelings, she wanted to be dominated
and I wanted to dominate her. So be it!
Finally in an emotional voice I simply said, "You know what Marcia, I
love it too! I want you to be all those you just described and much more
or to be more specific I want you to be mine and mine only to mould you
as I see fit. I love the power you are prepared to give me. I do think
that during the past weeks we both unlocked the most hidden and exciting
parts of our inner self and we both seem to cherish from it."
End of Part 3
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