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Personal Assistant James Mason was an unemployed recent college graduate. With nothing more than a degree in English Literature and the money he had received as graduation gifts, James moved to the big city with high hopes but no immediate prospects. He moved his few possessions into a cheap SRO hotel in an area of the city which had seen better days. He had been in the city for three weeks, sending resumes and checking with employment agencies, but thus far had not even gotten an interview. He was running out of money. If he did not find work soon he would be forced to go back to his parents in that small Midwestern town which James never wanted to see again. Back home he would probably wind up driving a school bus or working at the feed mill. James was desperate to avoid that. He did not want his life to be a failure at the age of 22. He was scanning the on-line help wanted ads as he did each morning. Most of the ads were for people with skill and experience, or for jobs requiring a strong back. James had neither experience nor the kind physical strength you would need to do factory work or unskilled labor. One ad caught his eye. Personal Assistant Must have good typing skills Diamond Ventures xxx-xxx-xxxx James made the call. A woman answered. She asked a few basic questions; name, age, education, typing and office skills. The answers James gave her must have been acceptable for she scheduled him for an interview that same afternoon. James put on a clean white shirt and necktie. He wore his wool suit; actually it was his only suit. He wiped his black oxfords to give them a little shine and took the bus downtown. The address for Diamond Ventures was in the financial district. It was an older building in the art deco style, probably constructed in the 1920s. James took the elevator to the eighth floor, found the suite and opened the door. There was a small entry room containing a receptionist's desk, two visitor chairs and a coat rack. The room was nicely decorated but nothing elaborate. There was no one else in the room. Unsure what to do, James sat in one of the visitor chairs and waited about ten minutes. He heard the clack of high heels on the tile floor and looked up. A woman in her mid-thirties approached James. She was impeccably dressed in a grey wool suit with a long skirt, white silky blouse, and black spike heeled boots. "You must be James. I am Miss Perkins." James could feel his face flush a little. He was never that comfortable meeting new people; particularly people like Miss Perkins. He reached out and shook her hand. "Yes I am James; James Mason. It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Perkins." She led James back into her office. The headquarters of Diamond Ventures consisted of nothing more than these two rooms plus a bathroom. It was apparent that Miss Perkins was Diamond Ventures; there was no one else at the firm. The interview was extensive. Miss Perkins asked a lot of questions, some of them rather personal. James answered them all openly and honestly. Miss Perkins explained that her business was insurance brokerage, although James was uncertain what exactly that involved. She told James she needed a personal assistant to answer the phones, receive visitors, do typing and some data entry and be an all around "Girl Friday". James was frankly surprised Miss Perkins would consider hiring a male for the job, but after four years of writing term papers James was a competent typist and certainly knew how to answer a telephone or make the boss a cup of coffee. To his delight Miss Perkins offered him the job at a decent salary and full benefits. She explained to James that this was a salaried position, not an hourly one. The normal office hours are from 8am to 5pm and James would be required to be at his desk during that time. He could not go out to lunch, but could eat at his desk if necessary. There would be some days when he would be required to work beyond 5pm, but not on a regular basis. James was thrilled with the opportunity and accepted the job without hesitation. Miss Perkins told James he could begin immediately and that she would credit him for a full day's pay for that day. She took James back out to the reception area and he took a seat behind the receptionist's desk. He would wear a wireless telephone headset while at work, in order that the phones would still be covered even if he was taking a bathroom break or assisting Miss Perkins in her office. James turned on the computer on his desk. It was a standard windows machine and James was familiar with the word processing and spreadsheet software so felt he would have no difficulties performing his job. Miss Perkins returned to her own office, closing the door behind her. The chair at his desk was a small straight back armless chair which would swivel but not recline. It had a hard seat and was not really very comfortable. James wished his chair had arms like most office chairs, but he was in no position to be complaining on his first day of a new job. Not much happened during the balance of the afternoon. There were three incoming phone calls. James was instructed to answer the phone "Diamond Ventures. How may I assist you?" If the caller wanted to speak with Miss Perkins he would say "Whom may I say is calling please?" James would then put the caller on hold and use the intercom to let Miss Perkins know who was on the line. Depending on the caller, she would either pick up the call or tell James to take a message. It all went very smoothly and James took some pride in his ability to screen Miss Perkins' phone calls. It was close to 5pm when Miss Perkins came out of her office. James was sitting with his bottom on the front half of the chair, leaning back against the straight back of the chair. He was slouching, but that seemed the most comfortable position he could find. "James, I do not want to see you slouching like that. It conveys the wrong corporate image." He straightened up. "I am sorry Miss Perkins. Is this better?" "Yes much better. You should sit on your desk chair as if it was a stool James; as if there was no chair back. Sit on the front half of the chair with your back nice and straight please." James tried to sit with a perfectly straight back. "Yes Miss Perkins, I understand." "Although you are my only employee at the moment James, my business is growing and I expect to be adding to staff as time goes on. In this business image is very important. I want my staff to be uniformly dressed so that they all convey a consistent professional and business like image." "Yes Miss Perkins I can see how important that would be." "I want you to help me come up with an appropriate employee uniform James. The company will then provide you and all future employees with uniforms at no cost. You will save a considerable amount of money not having to buy work wear." "Yes Miss Perkins, that would be great not having to pay for my clothing." "What I have in mind James is a navy blue jacket with matching pants and skirt, and a white top. What do you think?" "I think that is a good combination Miss Perkins. It is a very classic look; white shirt, blue blazer, blue pants, black shoes. That should look good here I think." "Not black shoes James. They should be a dark navy blue to tie into the rest of the uniform." "Yes I suppose Miss Perkins, although there are not a lot of men's shoes in navy that I have seen." "I am sure we will find something appropriate James. What else do we need to decide about the uniform James?" "You need to decide on the fabrics; probably wool for the suit and an oxford cloth cotton shirt." "Yes definitely wool. For the shirt I think something softer and smoother than cotton; probably a polyester blend; something with a more silky finish." "Yes Miss Perkins that would be good too I guess." "We will need long sleeved tops for winter wear; perhaps something with French cuffs?" "Yes Miss Perkins, cufflinks would give a more upscale look I think." "Excellent. You are being very helpful here James. You seem to have a good fashion sense which is rather unusual in males. We will need short sleeved tops for the hotter weather too. The only thing left is underwear and stockings" "You mean the company will even provide employees with underwear?" "Yes I really think we should James. It will provide a larger economic benefit for the staff, and will give total consistency to everyone's uniform. I would not want someone wearing a black bra under a while top. Yes I think it will be best if we design a total uniform for my staff, right down to bra, panties and stockings. Don't you agree James?" "Yes Miss Perkins. That seems to be a win-win for both the staff and for the company." "I see that it is after five James. You may be excused for the day. I will see you tomorrow. Punctuality is a valuable attribute James. Be on time." "Yes Miss Perkins. Good night Miss Perkins. Oh, and thank you again for giving me this opportunity Miss Perkins." James arrived for work the next morning at 7:30 hoping to impress Miss Perkins with his dedication and punctuality. Unfortunately the office door was locked and she had not thought to give him a key. Miss Perkins arrived a few minutes after 8:00 and let her new assistant in to start his day. She then gave him a key which would open the outer office door, but not her private office. James sat at his new desk, remembering to sit very straight on the front edge of his little receptionist chair. James wore his only suit again with a clean shirt and a different necktie. Miss Perkins was once again dressed in a form fitting expensive looking suit with a long skirt and boots. Today the skirt was brown as were the boots. They had very high stiletto heels. As she stood to discuss his tasks for the day, James could not help but stare down at her boots. He had always had a thing for girls in high heels and even though Miss Perkins was a good 15 years older than he, James was attracted to her. He liked her aggressive take charge style of management, he liked her looks, and he liked the way she dressed. Miss Perkins paused at one point. "You seem to be staring at my feet James." "I am sorry Miss Perkins. I was just admiring your boots is all. They are very stylish." Miss Perkins came around the reception desk and stood next to James who remained seated. She lifted one booted foot and placed it on his thigh. "Perhaps you would like to look at them more closely James." James could feel his face flush with embarrassment. "No, I mean yes, I mean they really are lovely boots Miss Perkins. You look stunning today if I may say so." "Well thank you James. It is nice to for a woman my age to be complimented by a young boy. You are very sweet." Miss Perkins put her foot back on the floor and resumed discussing the day's work. When finished she said "I worked out all the details for the company uniforms last night. I found a supplier near here who will handle everything. You have an appointment to be measured this afternoon James. Here is the address. Your appointment is at 4:00 after which you may leave for the day." James settled in for the day. He handled a few phone calls and typed and printed a number of letters for Miss Perkins. The mailman came by about noon and James gave him the letters he had prepared, taking the incoming mail in return. He processed the incoming mail, sorting it into correspondence, invoices, etc. He had to admit that he was enjoying this work, even though he did not like to be thought of as a secretary or receptionist since he was a male after all. Around noon James became quite hungry. Over the intercom he asked Miss Perkins if it would be alright for him to run out and pick up something for lunch. Miss Perkins snapped back that it certainly was not alright to do that. She said she had made it clear on his first day that he must stay at his desk and not take lunch breaks. She reiterated that if necessary she would allow him to eat at his desk, but that she would prefer he do his dining before or after work hours. James said that he would wait until after work to eat, and he apologized for having bothered Miss Perkins. James left the office in time for his appointment at the uniform store. It was not a retail store, but more of a warehouse on an upper floor of a loft building. A woman of late middle age met him and took him to a fitting room. He was told to remove all of his clothing. James was embarrassed to stand nude in front of a stranger like that, but did as instructed. She then used a cloth tape to take countless measurements from his neck to his ankles. She had James sit and measured his feet for the new dress shoes he would be getting. Within half an hour James was finished and at the bus stop for the ride back to his dingy hotel room. James looked forward to payday when he would have enough cash and could rent a real apartment instead of a seedy hotel room. As the days passed, James felt more and more competent about his ability to perform on his new job. He learned how to generate invoices to mail to clients. He mastered the accounting system and took over the task of cutting checks to pay bills. Of course he was not a signer on the Diamond Ventures account, but he would prepare all the checks for Miss Perkins' signature. A phone call came in from the uniform supply house telling him his new uniforms were ready to pick up. James informed Miss Perkins of this and she gave him permission to leave the office to pick up his uniforms. James returned to the office carrying a garment bag and a large shopping bag containing several smaller boxes. He put everything on the floor behind his desk and used the intercom to inform Miss Perkins of his return. Miss Perkins came out to the reception area and asked James to show her his new uniform. He hung the garment bag on the coat tree and zipped it open. There were two identical dark navy blue jackets in the bag with two pair of pants and two skirts of the same fabric. Five white shirts were on hangers as well. "There must be some mistake Miss Perkins. They made me both pants and skirts." "No there is no mistake James. As we discussed, I want every employee to wear an identical uniform. I want Diamond Ventures to be gender neutral in all respects James." "Yes Miss Perkins, but it just seems like a waste of your money to have skirts made for me." "My money will not be wasted James. I envision scheduling certain workdays where everyone will wear pants, and other days when skirts will be required. The key here is that all will wear the same uniform on any given day." "But I surely can not wear a skirt Miss Perkins." "Please do not worry your little head about that James. Tomorrow, your first day in uniform, you may wear pants." "Yes Miss Perkins that will be fine." "Lets see the rest of your uniform James." There was a shoe box. James opened it. Inside was a pair of dressy slip-on dark navy shoes with about a two inch block heel and a narrow tapered toe box. James held a shoe up and inspected it. "I think these are too big for me Miss Perkins. They are a size nine and I wear an eight. And the heel is a lot higher than any shoes I have ever worn." "I am sure they will fit you fine James. Didn't they measure your feet." "Yes they took lots of measurements Miss, including my feet, only I know a nine will be too big." "Oh how silly of me. Your shoes are a women's size nine. That is the same as an eight in men's sizes. They will fit fine." "I can not wear women's shoes Miss Perkins." "Of course you can James. We both agreed on the importance of a uniform appearance for all staff." "But the heels are so high Miss James." "I did struggle with the question of heel height before selecting this style James. For male staff this probably is a bit higher than they would choose, but for female staff the complaint will be that the heels are too low. I thought a two inch heel was a nice compromise, don't you agree James?" "Yes Miss Perkins I guess two inches is not so bad. I can see where lots of girls would want something even higher, like your boots for example." "That is a lovely idea James. I had not even thought of incorporating boots into the uniform." "You mean boots like yours Miss Perkins?" "Yes James, pretty high heeled boots just like mine. I am sure you would love to wear such pretty boots." "Yes, I mean no Miss Perkins. Yes I do love looking at your boots, but I could never wear something like that Miss." "Never say never, James. You really need to try to keep a more open mind about things. I will stick with two inch heels for now. Perhaps once you get used to wearing them we can try to incorporate some additional styles of footwear into your uniform." "Yes Miss Perkins, thank you." "Show me what else you got James." He opened another package. It was a corset. A corset made of heavy white rubber. James held it up. Eight garter straps dangled from the bottom of the corset. It was made of a single piece of rubber which fastened in front with a long row of hooks and eyes. Included in the package was a tool about the size of a small screwdriver which James would learn was to fasten the corset hooks. "I do not understand Miss Perkins. Why would they give me a corset?" "It is to wear of course. Don't be so silly James. To get a consistent look for all who wear the uniform, underlying body shapes must be similar. Your uniform is tailored to fit a corseted waist. You will not even be able to get the pants zipped without wearing your corset James." "But I am not a girl Miss Perkins. It does not seem right for me to wear girl's underwear." "James, James, James. How many times do I have to remind you that we both agreed about the importance of maintaining consistency all employee uniforms? If you can not deal with that, then I am afraid I will have to start looking for your replacement." "No Miss Perkins. I really need this job. I will wear whatever you feel is appropriate Miss. I guess if the other employees are willing to wear a unisex outfit, then so can I." "Good boy! That is the spirit. Now I want to look at your tops and the rest of your underwear." James took a shirt out for inspection. As he and Miss Perkins had discussed, the shirt was white in a soft silky feeling fabric almost like a satin. It would not have been his first choice in fabrics, but the shirt seemed well made and hopefully would fit him. The next box was filled with bras! They were long line bras with a very wide waist band extending down about six inches below the cups. James looked at the size; 36A. "Bras Miss Perkins?" "Yes of course James. Some future employees will surely need the support of a bra, just as I do. We can not have a girl running around bra-less with her breasts flopping around." "Yes Miss Perkins, I understand how female employees will need to wear bras, but I do not have breasts Miss. I do not need a bra." "Look up the definition of uniform James. It means all alike. It means we either all wear bras or no one wears them and you have already agreed that it would be bad for busty girls to go without bras. The only logical conclusion is that everyone wears a bra, whether they need it or not. Surely you can see the logic in that James. "Yes Miss but..." "What are you wearing under your dress shirt now James?" "An undershirt Miss." "And this undershirt; it has straps that go over your shoulders?" "Yes Miss." "And it covers your nipples and your breasts as it encircles your torso?" "Yes Miss." "So if it makes things easier James, just think of your bras as a new style of undershirt; one that is better fitting." "Yes Miss." "What else do we have in the box James?" "There are five packages of stockings Miss. Dark navy blue nylon stockings Miss." "Oh and also underpants Miss. White underpants." James unwrapped one of the packages. They were white nylon panties; girl's panties. He looked pleadingly toward Miss Perkins. "Feel how soft and smooth your new panties are James. Put your face against the fabric. Notice the pretty little bow and the elastic at each leg James. I am sure you will love the feeling of wearing them." James began to cry. He could not help it. He felt trapped. He did not want to wear girl's clothing, but he so desperately needed his job. "Yes Miss Perkins, I am sure they are very nice panties." "I need to go back to my office now to make some phone calls. You may lock the outer door and then change into your uniform. Let me know when you are changed." "Yes Miss Perkins." James locked the outer office door and took his clothes off. He laid out a bra, panties and the white rubber corset. He could see that the long line bra would overlap the corset, as would the panties. He pressed the intercom to ask Miss Perkins what goes on first and how the three garments should overlap. She explained that the corset would go on first and that the bra and panties would overlap the corset. She told James to be sure the garter straps were under the panties so that he could pull down the panties while using the toilet. James carefully wrapped the cold rubber corset around his torso from back to front. There was a gap of about three inches between the hooks on one side and the metal eyelets on the other side. The tool which came with the corset was rather like a crochet hook. James slid it through an eyelet and then hooked it to the hook on the opposite side. Using the tool he could then pull the two sides closed and mate the corset hook and eye. There were twelve pairs of hooks and eyes in all, evenly spaced along the full length of the corset. As James slowly closed the corset around his waist he felt a bit of a sexual rush. The tight compression of the corset and the realization that he was wearing a very feminine garment excited him. His penis began to swell. The bra was next. James held it up and slipped both arms through the space between the shoulder straps and the body of the garment. It fastened in back with a series of hooks and eyes similar to the corset fasteners, though smaller and more delicate. It took some time for him to fasten all nine hooks and eyes working blind behind his back, but he finally managed. The bra fit tightly and compressed his chest, making breathing somewhat more difficult. The shoulder straps seemed too loose and James fiddled to adjust them to put a little tension on the straps. He wished there was a mirror in the reception area so he could see his image, but there was none. The panties came next. He stepped into them and pulled them up his legs. He had to work all eight garter straps through the waist band and leg holes of the panty which took some time. He made a mental note that next time he should put the stockings on first and then the panties would slide right up over the garter straps. The panties were very silky feeling and James thought they were much nicer than his normal cotton briefs. They did seem a little on the small side and fit fairly tight. James managed to roll both of the navy blue nylon stockings up his legs. He could see leg hair poking through the nylons in a few places. He studied one of the garter clasps. It was in two parts, one metal and one rubber. He could not figure out how the thing worked and once more called Miss Perkins on the intercom. She came out of her office and demonstrated to James how to put the rubber tab under the stocking and then slide the metal piece over the tab, pulling the stocking taunt and securing it. She stood and watched as James awkwardly fastened the remaining seven garters. James was aware of his growing erection. Looking down he could see the bulge in his panties. Miss Perkins noticed it as well. She reached down and grasped his male equipment through the fabric of the panties. James felt a rush from her touch and his erection got even larger. "I see that wearing your pretty new uniform excites you James. That will never do. The bulge will ruin the lines of your uniform. Get rid of it now." "I can't Miss Perkins. I did not mean to get an erection, it just happened." "Well you better make it un-happen my boy and please be quick about it." "What do you want me to do Miss? It is not just going to go away by itself." "Then you will have to make it go away James. I am sure you know how to do that. Just pull your little panties down and use your hand to make it small." "You mean to ... to masturbate Miss Perkins." "Yes boy. Surely you have experience at that little exercise." "Can I go into the bathroom please Miss Perkins?" "Yes James that would be fine." James did as directed, producing a moment of intense pleasure and a hand full of his sticky emission. He carefully washed and dried both his hands and his penis. He pushed his cock and balls back down between his legs before pulling on his panties. There was no bulge now. He returned to Miss Perkins in the reception area. "That is much better James. Now please finish dressing." James put on one of the white shirts. He liked the feel of the silky fabric against the skin of his shoulders and arms. The front buttons were on the wrong side of the shirt and it was awkward at first, but James got it buttoned. He noted that the shirt was tailored; tapered to fit snugly over his tightly corseted waist. James put on a pair of the navy wool trousers. The front of the pants was all fabric. There was a zipper and closure button on the left side. The pants fit much more snugly than his old suit pants. They had no pockets. They were also tailored to his corseted waist. The pants seemed too long as the cuffs drug on the tile floor. James realized that neither the shirt nor pants would fit unless he wore the corset underneath. The next item was the shoes. They were a slip on design with the aforementioned two inch block heel. James put them on and stood tentatively. Lastly he put on the suit jacket. It also had a tightly tailored look and narrowed in at his waist. As with his shirt, the front buttons of the jacket were on the wrong side, but he managed to button the jacket without too much difficulty. "Walk around a little James. I want you to model your new uniform for me." James circled the reception area three times, turning and displaying his uniform from all sides. He noted that the pants cuffs still scraped the floor even in his two inch heels. He had no difficulty walking in the higher heeled shoes although he could tell that his ankles and feet were now bent a different angle. "What do you think Miss Perkins?" "I think it is lovely James. I am so looking forward to seeing you in uniform every day." "The pants seem a little too long Miss Perkins. If they drag on the floor I am afraid they will wear out rather quickly." "You are right James. That is very observant of you. Go ahead and wear them as is for now. I will have to fix that tomorrow." "Yes Miss Perkins. Thank you." "Now James, you get back to work. I have to go out to a client meeting and will be gone for the rest of the day. You may leave at 5 pm as usual." "Yes Miss Perkins" James returned to his desk and sat for the first time in uniform. As instructed, he positioned his bottom on the front edge of the chair and sat with his back very straight. He was very conscious of the constant unyielding embrace of his corset. The tight bra felt strange. The long nylon stockings were so different, although feeling his legs encased in nylon was not at all unpleasant in his mind. James worked on the computer for the balance of the day. He took several phone messages and wrote each one down on a message pad. He noticed that the corset made it easier to sit straight, although his shoulders still tended to slouch forward. He was concerned about his posture as Miss Perkins seemed to make that a high priority. Everything about his appearance seemed more important now. He tried sitting with his feet flat on the floor, but found it more comfortable to sit with legs crossed. After putting the telephone message slips in her in-basket James hung his old suit in the garment bag and placed his old shoes and the rest of his clothing in the bag. He locked up the office and walked to his bus stop. When walking James was made more aware of his higher heeled shoes. He tended to stumble and catch his heel if he was not careful to point his toes down a little more than normal. Out in public in uniform for the first time, James wondered how others would react to his new image. Most people seemed preoccupied with their own lives and paid him little notice. James caught his bus, got a seat and sat down with his legs crossed. He looked down at his new shoes. They really looked to him like girl's shoes and James wondered if others would see them the same way. An elderly lady sitting across from him did seem to be focusing on his feet. She frowned but thankfully said nothing. Back in his hotel room James could finally take a closer look at his uniform in a mirror. He stood straight and then turned in a full circle. He was rather pleased with his reflected image. The tightly tailored uniform drew attention to his now more slender waist. He took off the jacket and hung it in his wardrobe. He returned to the mirror. If he looked closely he could see the outline of his bra under his silky shirt. He was still troubled with the idea of wearing a bra, and thought back to Miss Perkins' suggestion that he simply think of it as a new style of undershirt and that made it more acceptable in his mind. James went back to unpacking the garment bag. He hung the second jacket and pants in his wardrobe. He put his shirts, stockings, panties and bras in a drawer. He took the first skirt out of the garment bag. There were two hangers in the wardrobe which had spring clamps on the bottom. James clipped the waist band of the skirt to the hanger and put it in the wardrobe. He took the second skirt and held it to his waist. From the waist band to the hips it was identical to his pants, with the same side zipper design. Below the hips of course it was one single hole rather than two legs. James took the skirt and sat on his bed. He removed his shoes, unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and pulled them off. Then he stepped into the skirt and pulled it up in place at his waist. It zipped and buttoned on the side just like his trousers. He put his shoes back on and walked to the mirror. The skirt was cut straight and fit fairly snuggly. The bottom hem of the skirt ended about three inches above his knees. His nylon stockings were now on display and his pants cuffs no longer covered his shoes. He turned and walked and looked at his reflected image. His stride was restricted when he walked in the tight skirt, but otherwise it was really not much different than wearing pants. His image was different, but from his point of view wearing a skirt was not really that big a deal. He removed the skirt and hung in the wardrobe along with its mate. James unbuttoned his shirt and put it in the laundry basket. He went back to the mirror dressed only in bra, corset, panties, stockings and shoes. He looked at his breasts. The corset and bra seemed to push flesh up and out. The small A cups of his bra were actually filled with flesh. He had a little cleavage. Under a shirt it was not very noticeable but standing in his new underwear he definitely took on a more feminine shape. James had eaten nothing since breakfast and would normally go out for a meal after work, but tonight he was not that hungry. He rightly suspected that the tight rubber corset was compressing his stomach in a way that diminished his appetite. He was tired and decided to lie down for a while. He removed his shoes but left everything else on as he stretched out on his bed. In moments he fell asleep and did not wake until about 5 am the next morning. When James woke the next morning he realized he had slept all night in his corset, underwear and stockings. He quickly undressed, putting the bra, panties and stockings in the laundry hamper and placing the rubber corset on his bed. He showered, shaved and brushed his teeth. There were some wrinkles in his skin from the corset and he could see lines over his shoulders from the bra straps, but otherwise he seemed to suffer no ill effects from wearing this restrictive and decidedly feminine underwear. James took a wet washcloth and wiped the inside of his corset removing the salt and dried sweat left there from his wearing it. He grabbed the hook tool and refastened the tight corset around his torso. He put on a new pair of stockings and panties as well as a new bra. He buttoned a new shirt and put on the same pair of pants he had worn yesterday. He noticed the cuff of his pants already showed some fraying from dragging on the floor as he walked. He recalled that Miss Perkins said they would be altered today. James pulled his shoes on, re-combed his hair and put on the uniform jacket. He checked himself in the mirror and pronounced himself ready for the day. James caught a bus downtown and stopped at a small diner for breakfast. He had not eaten a thing in the past 24 hours but still seemed to have little appetite. He ordered juice, scrambled eggs and coffee. He managed to eat the eggs and drink the juice and a cup of coffee, but left the toast on his plate. He opened the office door about 7:30, sat at his desk and busied himself with his tasks. There was a small coffee maker in the back hall near the bathroom. James made a fresh pot of coffee. He washed and dried the dirty cups, stacking them on the shelf. About that time he heard the familiar clack of high heels as Miss Perkins entered the office. He poured her a cup of coffee and greeted her as she entered his office. "Good morning Miss Perkins." She sat at her executive desk and carefully looked James over from head to toe as if inspecting him. "Good morning James. Let me look at your hands." James put her coffee down on her desk and held his hands out for inspection. "That will not do James. You nails are a mess." James looked at his nails and they looked to him like they always do. His hands were clean and there was no dirt under his nails. "What is wrong Miss?" "You need a manicure James. And from the looks of your hair, you could use a haircut as well." "Yes Miss. I am overdue for a haircut, but I have been watching my pennies until I get my first paycheck." "I have an account at the shop downstairs. I will make you an appointment." "Thank you Miss Perkins. That is very kind of you. I will pay you back as soon as I get a paycheck." "That will not be necessary James. As I think about it, manicures should really be provided as an employee benefit just like your uniforms. It is just another aspect of the overall image I am trying to create for our company. You will be allowed one manicure and hair styling a week. I think that should be sufficient to maintain the right image. Don't you agree James?" "Yes Miss Perkins. I think once a week is often enough and extremely generous of you as well Miss." "It is for my benefit as well as yours James. If I demand that my staff look good, I need to be willing to pay for that, just like I pay for your clothing." "Yes Miss, that will save me a lot of money over time, and I sure do want to look good in the office in order to help the company image." "Lean forward James. Open the top button on your blouse." James did as directed, unsure why she had given him that order. "My god James! You have hair on your chest; hair that is visible while you are in uniform." "Most boys have some chest hair Miss Perkins. I am not really that hairy." "The hair will have to go James. I suppose you have hairy legs as well. Pull up a pant leg." James stepped back and lifted his right pant leg to mid thigh. Hair ends were poking through his nylons and were visible upon careful examination. "Just as I thought. You are full of unsightly body hair." "But that is normal Miss Perkins." "How many girls do you know who have hairy chests or hairy legs James?" "I guess none Miss. I do not think girls get chest hair and if they have hair on their legs they shave it." "That is precisely right James. Our future female staffers will not have body hair, so in the interest of uniformity of image, our male staff must also be hair free. Don't you agree James?" "I had not thought of it that way Miss Perkins. I guess you are right. I better get rid of that unwanted hair." "Tell you what James. I have a spare epilator here in my office. I am going to give it to you so you can take care of your hair problem." "What is an epilator Miss?" "It is like an electric razor James except instead of cutting hairs off at the skin line it pulls them out by the roots. That way the hair does not grow back as fast and it is easier to keep yourself properly free of hair. I suppose you can stay as you are for today, but tonight when you get home I expect to use it to remove all body hair, except that on your head and eyebrows of course. Do you understand?" "Yes Miss. I will remove my body hair tonight Miss." "Good boy." James went back to his reception desk and sat very straight on his chair, resuming his duties. About noon a call came in from the uniform supply company saying he had a package to pick up. James informed Miss Perkins. She smiled and told him to go pick it up and she would cover the phones in his absence. The package was a shoebox marked for size 9. James announced his return to the office and Miss Perkins summoned him to bring her the package. She told James to sit in her visitor chair and open the shoebox. Inside was another pair of navy dress shoes similar in style to the ones James was wearing but the block heel on this pair was much higher. The heel tapered from the sole of the shoe down to a heel about the size of a quarter. Miss Parker got a ruler from her desk drawer and handed it to James. He gave her a confused look." "Measure them James. How high are the heels?' James put the ruler against the back of the heel. "It looks like four and a quarter inches Miss Perkins." "I was hoping they would be a little higher, but on short notice I guess they will have to do. Go ahead and put them on. Let me see how they look." "I can't wear those Miss Perkins. They are high heeled girl's shoes. What will people think?" "Oh but you certainly can wear them James. Yesterday you were complaining that your pants cuffs dragged on the ground. I just spent a hundred dollars on a pair of shoes to fix your problem and now you tell me you can not wear them. I am honestly beginning to have doubts whether you are really cut out to work here James." "I am sorry Miss Perkins. I do very much want to work here Miss. I will try them on if you really want me to." "Good boy." So James slipped off the two inch heels which yesterday had seemed so terribly high and replaced them for the new shoes. He stood. His pant cuffs no longer touched the floor. There was a good inch of space between the cuffs and the floor. He had to bend his feet at a much steeper angle to stand in his new heels. He took a few tentative steps and though he wobbled a little, he managed to walk around Miss Perkins' office without falling down. "Those heels will be just fine James. Your pants break at the right place now. You really do look nice in them. You are taller, and your legs look longer and slimmer. I should have ordered the higher heel in the first place. That was my bad James." "I am glad you like them Miss Perkins. They still seem awfully high to me, but I guess I can learn to deal with that." "Good boy. Now back to work. I have to make some phone calls." "Yes Miss Perkins. Can I fix you a fresh cup of coffee Miss?" "Yes James that would be lovely. Thank you for taking some initiative instead of waiting for me to ask." When James returned with her coffee Miss Perkins told him he had a manicure and hair styling appointment for 2 pm. The salon was off the lobby of the same building as the office. James called Miss Perkins on the intercom at 1:55, getting permission to leave for his appointment. James walked out of the office wearing high heels for the first time. He was very self conscious and made every attempt to walk normally but he knew that his heels were doing a click-clack number on the tile floor just as Miss Perkins did in her pretty boots. He rode the elevator to the lobby and walked into the salon. No one seemed to notice or care that the young man was wearing girl's shoes with heels over four inches high. The manicure was first. The nail technician soaked his fingers in a soapy solution to soften the nails and cuticles. She carefully pushed down his cuticles and then shaped his nails with an emery board. She did not cut or shorten his nails but just reshaped them into a nice even arc. Then she opened a bottle of clear nail polish and very carefully coated all ten digits. When the first coat was dry she added a second coat which she said would protect and strengthen his nails. While nearly clear, James thought he could detect a slightly pinkish tint to his newly polished nails. He had to admit that his nails looked much nicer after the manicure. He felt it was a pleasant experience and looked forward to returning every week for another manicure. He then was taken to the shampoo area where a girl washed and conditioned his hair. James loved the feel of having his head massaged by a set of hands other than his own. It was a real luxury and one James knew he would enjoy again and again. The shampoo girl handed James off to a stylist. Sitting in the barber chair, his pants rode up a bit and his new shoes were more visible. The stylist noticed them and commented that she liked his heels. James face flushed with embarrassment, but he simply thanked her for the compliment. The stylist trimmed the shaggy hair over the back of his neck, and around his ears, but left the top longer. She combed it forward and trimmed a line where his hair came down over his eyes, creating a little bang. As James looked in the mirror he was unsure if he liked this look or not. His hair was certainly tidier now, but he felt the style was a little more feminine looking than his old barbershop cuts. The stylist put some styling gel in his hair and he was combed and blow dried. James thanked her for cutting his hair and left the shop to return to work. When he entered the office Miss Perkins called him back to her office. She inspected his manicure and hair style and pronounced both acceptable. James returned to his desk and resumed work. Shortly before 5 pm Miss Perkins called James back to her office. "I am meeting a client for dinner tonight and my black boots need polishing. There is a shoe shine kit in my closet. Be a good boy and clean and polish my boots James." James realized now that her definition of Personal Assistant was now expanded well beyond typing and answering phones. He turned and got the shine kit, returning to Miss Perkins' desk. "Bring that visitor chair over to the side of my desk James." James carried the chair and placed where she was pointing. Then Miss Perkins leaned back in her leather desk chair and put both of her booted feet on the seat of the chair. James had to kneel in order to work on her boots. At Miss Perkins' direction he first used saddle soap to clean any dirt from leather uppers as well as the sole and heel of her boots. The soap cut through the old wax and left the boots dull looking but clean. Then she told him how to apply the polish and how to buff it with a brush and rags. While James bent down to the task Miss Perkins leaned back and read the newspaper. It excited James to touch Miss Perkins' boots. That was the most physical contact he had experienced with his boss. The boots were black leather knee highs, with a stiletto heel that seemed even higher than the heels James was wearing. As he ran his hands over the boots James felt a sexual rush. His penis was starting to get hard inside his panties. He did not want that to happen, but his body was reacting in a sexual way over which he had no control. Miss Perkins put down her newspaper. "Stand up James." He put down his shoe rag and stood facing Miss Perkins. "You have a bulge in your pants James. Do my boots excite you that much?" "I am so sorry Miss Perkins, it just sort of happened." "That is the second time you have had this problem at work James. Whatever am I going to do with you? You know that a bulge like that ruins the lines of your uniform James. This has got to stop." "I do not know how to prevent this Miss. It is like an involuntary reaction." "You have until tomorrow to come up with a solution James. I am sure a smart little boy like you can come up with an answer. Do a little on- line research James. Use you head." "Yes Miss Perkins, I will see what I can figure out." It was nearly 6 pm before the boots were finished to her satisfaction. Miss Perkins gave James her spare epilator, excused James for the day and thanked him for polishing her boots. James spent another twenty minutes trying to scrub the black polish off his hands. He managed to get most of it off but you could still see some black stains in spots. James felt that the black detracted from the look of his manicure and vowed to get it all off when he got home from work. He then went back to his desk, went on line and began a search for information on prevention of erections. When he felt he had sufficient information he locked up and left the office for the day. Venturing outside in the 4.25 inch heels for the first time, James sensed that people were staring at him. He was embarrassed, but at the same time James felt a little pride that he had been brave enough to wear his heels in public. He wanted to tell people that he would never wear high heels on his own but that it was a condition of his employment. But of course people will think whatever they think. If people want to think that he is some deviant or homosexual or transvestite there is not much James can do about that except try to hold his head high and be proud of the fact that he is doing what he must do to be successful in his life. When James arrived at the hotel he stripped off all of his clothing and underwear including the corset. James looked at the epilator. It was about the size and weight of a small shaver in a pink case which was clearly of feminine styling. The head of the machine was cylindrical and when turned on the cylinder rotated at a fairly high speed. Covering the outside of the cylinder were a series of small V shaped pieces of steel, When a hair would line up with one of the rotating Vs it acted like a mechanical tweezers, capturing the hair at the base of the V, and ripping it out by the roots. It hurt. It stung like a bee almost, but it certainly did remove body hair. James did his chest first. Then he worked down his midsection toward his pubic area. He trimmed the longer hairs first with a scissors to prevent them becoming entangled in the rotating machine. She had said "all body hair." He eventually did his arm pits, his forearms, both legs and all the hair around his genitals. The process took nearly two hours. When he finished there was some red rash in spots but no blood. James began to better appreciate the pain that girls go through in the interest of beauty. He ran his hands over his now smooth body. It felt nice. In the mirror it even looked nice to be free of that ugly body hair. He knew Miss Perkins would be pleased, so that made James feel pleased as well. The following morning James wore his uniform and new high heels to work. In public James was subjected to more stares and a few unpleasant comments. He tried to ignore them, telling himself that he no choice about how he was dressed. As James served Miss Perkins her morning cup of coffee she told him to sit in the visitor chair. "Well James, I trust you have come up with a solution to your bulging crotch problem." "I did some research like you said Miss Perkins. I found three possible ways to prevent male erections." "Good boy. Tell me about them James." "Well for one there are drugs you can take which will make you impotent. Drugs that block the production of male hormones or that increase your female hormones." "What other preventive measures did you discover James?" "It can be done mechanically Miss. They make these metal tubes which fit over the penis when it is soft, and then if the penis tries to get hard there is not enough room in the tube so it can not get any bigger." "The third approach is surgical. You could castrate a male and he probably would stop getting erections. Or you can surgically remove the penis; which they call a penectomy." "Good work James! I believe you have covered all the most obvious options. Now tell me James, which option do you prefer?" "I do not like any of the options Miss Perkins. They all sound pretty awful to me." "But if you had to choose James, what would it be for you?" "Well having my penis and balls cut off is certainly the last thing I would ever choose Miss Perkins. I guess it would either be to take some pills or wear the metal thing." "So either drugs or a penis tube would be a satisfactory solution to your problem James?" "If I took pills to prevent erections, it would be temporary. When I stop taking the pills, my erections would come back." "Perhaps not James. Depending on the drug and dosage a chemical approach to castration might be permanent and irreversible." "I really do not like the idea of taking a lot of drugs Miss, because there could be side effects and health problems down the road. And I sure would not want to never be able to have another erection ever Miss." "Yes that is true James. There are always some risks in taking drugs." "With the penis tube I could wear it at work and keep things under control, but when I take it off I could still ... you know... get an erection." "Yes of course James, if the tube is removed you will have normal sexual functions. It is not irreversible, like surgery, nor risky like drugs. It seems to me that a penis tube is the best approach for you James. Don't you agree?" "Yes Miss Perkins, wearing a tube at work seems to be the best solution. That is what I would want." "Good boy. I will make the arrangements today and see if we can get you fitted out post haste." "Thank you Miss Perkins. That sounds good." "Now I want your thoughts on a new topic James." James smiled, feeling pleased that Miss Perkins valued his opinions enough to ask him about things. "Yes Miss." "Recall that I took a few photographs of you in your new uniform that first day. Here is a print of your photo as well as one of another person I know. Put them side by side and tell me about the differences between the two photos." James put the photos side by side on the edge of Miss Perkins' desk. They were both head and shoulder shots at about the same scale. "Well Miss, the main difference is that I am a boy and she is a girl." "How do you know it is a female in the other photo James?" "Well Miss, she has long hair, and is wearing earrings, and makeup and a necklace." "And how is that different from your photo James?" "My hair is shorter and I am not wearing any makeup or earrings Miss." "What if your hair was longer and you were wearing makeup and earrings James? Would that make you a girl?" "Of course not Miss Perkins. Just because a person is wearing something feminine does not change their gender." "That is quite right James. External appearances have nothing to do with gender. In fact the person in the photograph is a male, not a female." "Really Miss Perkins? She ... he sure looks like a girl to me." "I have been struggling with this issue for some time now James; trying to decide on the appropriate jewelry and makeup for my uniformed staff." "You mean all employees will have to wear the same jewelry Miss; and the same makeup if any?" "Yes of course James. Everyone must meet the same uniform appearance standards. Otherwise our whole program will be a failure. The issue is not whether all employees must wear the same jewelry and makeup. That is settled. The issue is precisely what jewelry and makeup everyone will wear." "Yes Miss Perkins I guess you are right. Speaking for myself Miss, I do not wear any jewelry, except for my wristwatch. And of course I do not wear makeup." "Let's begin with watches then James. Do you think employees should be allowed to wear watches at work?" "Yes Miss, I need to keep track of the time so that appointments get made and phone messages marked for the date and time. I think every employee needs to wear a watch." "Yes I agree James. I shall have to select an appropriate style and we can be done with that issue." "Is the watch I am wearing ok Miss? It was a graduation present." "Would you want all the staff to wear watches identical to yours James?" "Well it is pretty big and has a wide leather band. I do not think most female staff would want to wear a watch like mine." "Quite right James. I will need to select a watch which is gender neutral like the rest of the uniform." "Yes Miss. That would be ideal." "What about a necklace James. Should we incorporate that into the uniform?" "I think so yes Miss. Lots of boys wear a gold chain or something like that, and most girls do too. I think a nice silver or gold chain would be a good element for the uniforms." "I totally agree James. Now what about earrings?" "Almost every girl I ever met has her ears pierced at least once. And more guys are wearing at least one earring these days. I think we should allow earrings Miss." "How many earrings James?" He looked up at Miss Perkins ears. Each was double pierced. She wore a diamond stud in the top hole and a dangling silver earring in the bottom hole. "It seems like girls ought to be allowed at least two earrings Miss Perkins. That seems to be the norm today." "That is settled then. The uniform standard will be a double piercing; four earrings in total." "Yes Miss. That seems fine to me." "Shall we move on to makeup James? What are your thoughts about makeup standards?" "Gosh Miss Perkins I do not really know much about makeup." James looked closely at Miss Perkins' face. She was wearing a deep red shade of lipstick along with eyeliner and eye shadow. She was probably wearing some overall makeup on her face as well. "I suppose the basics would be lipstick, eye liner, and eye shadow. Oh and probably some foundation makeup to cover skin blemishes etc." "Very good James. You seem to know quite a bit about makeup after all. I think your ideas are right on the mark. I will need to select standard colors and shades of course. We would not want our uniform staff to be wearing different colors of eye shadow would we James?" "No Miss, I think it is best if everyone wears the same makeup at all times Miss." "That is the spirit James. Thank you so much. You have been most helpful." Pleased with his responses, James left her office and returned to the reception desk to resume work. By mid-afternoon James had cleared his desk of all assignments. He kept his telephone headset on and went in back to use the toilet. When he returned to his desk Miss Perkins was standing there with her hands on her hips. She seemed upset. "Where have you been James? I called you twice on the intercom and you failed to respond." "I had to use the toilet Miss. I am sorry I missed your call. I wore the headset so I could pick up phone calls, but it does not pick up the intercom." "That is just unacceptable James. When I call you for something, I expect an immediate response. My time is too valuable to sit around waiting while you use the toilet." "I could not hold it Miss. I would have had an accident if I had not gone to the bathroom." "Just as with eating meals James, I would prefer it if you managed your toilet activities on your own time, not mine. In the future if you absolutely must do it on company time, please get my permission first. Do you understand?" "Yes Miss Perkins. I will try to avoid using the toilet at work, and will always get permission first before leaving my desk." She returned to her private office. James went back to work, feeling badly that he had disappointed his boss over this matter. A little before 4 pm she called him on the intercom again. "You have an appointment at the beauty shop in five minutes James." "I am not due for a manicure until next week Miss Perkins." "This is not for a manicure. Just be on time." "Yes Miss Perkins. James took the elevator to the lobby and entered the studio where he had gotten his manicure and hair cut. He was taken back to one of the stations. A girl he had not met before used a piercing gun. He was quickly double pierced in each ear. Suddenly it hit James. The decisions he and Miss Perkins made about jewelry and makeup would apply to employees of both genders. In addition to the ear studs, he would be required to wear makeup; lipstick and eye makeup! As the beautician worked on making up his face James realized he had been na?ve to think that these standards would only apply to female employees. Of course everyone would have to wear the same earrings and jewelry and makeup. Otherwise the whole concept of a gender neutral uniform would be out the window. James was certainly not thrilled with the idea of wearing makeup and jewelry, but he became accepting of the need to do so. The beautician let James hold a mirror so he could observe what she was doing to his face. She carefully explained each step. She even wrote a list of the proper order for each step in his makeup process. It was not particularly difficult although James knew he would need some practice to get his lipstick as straight and even as the professional was doing. James returned to the office and Miss Perkins inspected the results. His ears were still stinging from the piercing but he was otherwise fine about it. In each ear he now sported two shiny steel ball studs. Miss Perkins expressed her pleasure with the makeover and even took another photo of James to record the moment. At the end of the day Miss Perkins escorted James from the office. When he enquired as to where they were going she simply said, "To take care of the bulge in your pants." James followed Miss Perkins into the lobby and across the street to a parking garage. He worried that people would laugh at his 'new look', but no one seemed to give him a second glance. James realized that instead of strangers seeing a man in makeup and high heels, they perceived him to be another young female leaving work for the day. He did not know whether to feel pleased or depressed that he was now able to pass as a girl in public. Miss Perkins drove them about thirty blocks west into a suburban shopping area. She parked the car and led James into a store called "Body Ink". It was a tattoo and body piercing studio. They were taken to a small cubical in the rear of the shop. "Remove your trousers and panties James." "Yes Miss Perkins." James partially undressed in front of Miss Perkins, exposing his penis and balls to her critical eye. A young female entered the cubical. She was heavily tattooed and had a number of facial piercings. James felt the beginnings of an erection which he tried to suppress without much success. James was told to sit on a stool and put his hands behind his back. Miss Perkins walked behind James and before he realized what was happening she had locked a pair of handcuffs around his wrists. James turned to look questioningly at Miss Perkins, but neither of them spoke. The tattoo artist grasped his penis and carefully examined it. The organ continued to swell from her touch at which point she said she would be right back. She left briefly, returning with a bucket of ice. She took several ice cubes in a hand towel and iced his penis. It shrank. The girl then opened a tray filled with a number of metal tubes and began to fit one over his deflated penis. She started with a larger one and tried three successively smaller ones. The smallest tube fit very tightly over his softened member but she was able to squeeze it over him. The fact that the smallest tube fit him reminded James of his rather meager endowment. He had always been self conscious about his small penis and throughout school was embarrassed when exposed such as in a common shower room. The metal tube was curved. One end was open and the other end was capped but had three slotted openings in the head. The tubes were of cast metal and were very rigid and quite heavy. At the base of the tube was a metal band. She fit that at the base of his penis, behind his ball sack and next to his groin. She adjusted that band until it was tight and secured it with a padlock. As a result the device stayed in place and the tube did not slide off of his compressed penis. Toward the tip of his penis there were two holes on opposite sides of the tube. The girl took a marking pen and pushed the point through each hole, leaving a small ink dot on each side of James' penis, just below the head. She then unlocked the metal band and removed the device, setting it aside. The girl swabbed the head of his penis with a strong smelling antiseptic. She opened a glassine envelope and removed a metal tube about 1/8th inch in diameter. One end of the tube was cut at an angle and had been sharpened to a point. The girl clamped a forceps on the head of his penis and held him in that way. She then quickly and deftly pushed the hollow tube clear through his penis from side to side. James screamed at that point. The pain was intense; much worse than what he felt when his ears were pierced earlier. He looked down to see a considerable amount of blood running from his member. Thankfully the bleeding soon stopped and the girl resumed her work. She made a square cut on the sharpened end of the tube, shortening it until about a quarter inch of tube projected out of each side of his wounded penis. She then fastened a clamp like device which screwed down into both ends of the hollow tube. As she turned the handle of the device a cone shaped metal face was pressed into each end of the tube. With additional turns, the ends of the tube were flared out. When she backed off the device and removed it, the tube remained in his penis. With a flare at each end, the tube could no longer be removed and was now permanently embedded in his penis. After carefully cleaning his penis the girl reinstalled the cast metal tube, locking the strap behind his ball sack. She then inserted a threaded metal rod through one of the side holes on the device. It went through the flared tube in his penis and then threaded into a tapped hole on the opposite side. She used a special wrench to turn the metal rod and screw it in place. The head of the threaded rod was machined with five sides and using the matching wrench she slowly tightened the rod. James realized that to remove the rod and ultimately the entire penis device he would need access to both a key to the padlock and the special wrench. James was instructed to stand and walk about. As he did so, the weight and design of the device pulled his penis down between his legs. He was good and securely locked in this device. James knew that erections were