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Chapter 1: Halloween always feels like such a freeing time of year. I had always indulged that time of year. It was the one day, or multiple if it didn't fall on a weekend, where I could dress up in public as the girl I often felt I was supposed to be. I always went to the city Halloween parade. No matter when Halloween fell, they always held it on the closest Saturday. I fit right in. My wife went with me every year. She was accepting of it, if begrudgingly so. She knew my eyes never wandered from her, so she let me indulge myself from time to time. She even kept my secret with one exception. She told her best girlfriend, Jenny Hidalgo. Jenny liked to give me a few jabs about it here and there, but she was very accepting of it too. She seemed more accepting of it then my wife at times. I always wondered if her husband was like me, but he seemed to be too much like a manly man to ever put on a skirt. He was well built. He looked like a modern day Adonis. The thought of him in a skirt still makes me laugh a little. Halloween became a sadder time for me after my wife died. She had been diagnosed with cancer right after turning 30 and, despite a few remissions, it finally took her at 36. It was too young for her to go. I was only a year older than her and could not fathom what her loss would mean to me even as it grew evermore imminent. It broke me, I guess. I became more reclusive. I cut myself off from my friends and family and just kept on working at the small, community bank I co-owned with Wanda. Wanda was a long time associate of mine who was married to a hulking Greek man with deep pockets. She helped keep me sane in the weeks immediately after my wife's death. My life became a repeating monotony at that time as well. Wake up, get ready go to work, eat dinner, and go to bed. That was 6 days of week. I worked Saturday, and Wanda worked the few hours the bank was open on Sunday. My Sunday's were more miserable. I just sat alone in front of the television trying to pass the time. For the first two years after my wife died, I didn't even bother to dress in my women's clothes. I did not go out on Halloween. I just let the desire fester inside me as I took satisfaction at being able to control something. On the third Halloween after she had passed, I went back to the parade in my sissy best. I went as Catwoman. It was not the most original costume I had ever put on, but it brought me back to a happier time. I got a couple of laughs from some of the others there, and I felt a little better. That was the year I also hired Jenny Hidalgo as a teller. Her husband passed suddenly from a heart attack. It totally up ended her life. I could relate. She was going back to college when he died. After that, she dropped out. She was just too bereaved at the time to do it. She called me up one day a few months after the funeral. She asked for a job and, out of respect for my wife, I gave it to her after I got Wanda's approval. Jenny's husband had life insurance, so money was not the issue for her. Being a teller just gave her a low stress job and ability to interact with people regularly. It was just a way to put things out her mind. I understood the need. The next year, Jenny called me on my cell when I was at the parade to tell me that she was there too. I asked how she knew I was there and she replied, "Come on. Where else would you be today?" I told her where I was. I wasn't too nervous about her seeing me. She already knew about my cross-dressing, and I'm pretty sure my wife had shown her a few pictures. I smiled as I saw her coming towards me. I hugged her as she was dressed like a she-devil, and I was dressed like Tinker Bell. We walked around the parade a bit before we headed off to a bar amenable to serving a drink to a man dressed as Tinker Bell. It was a gay bar. I had been there with my wife before. Jenny smiled as she looked around and said, "You're not the biggest fairy here. You know that?" I nodded and said that I did. We had a few drinks before we headed out the door to catch a train back home. As we walked towards the station, I saw a woman looking at me. My eyesight was not the best so I kept walking towards her with Jenny's arm around mine. It was too late before I realized who she was. Wanda called out to me, and I shook. Jenny gave me a terrified look as she took her arm off of mine. Wanda walked over to us and said, "Jenny and Christian. Fancy meeting you two here?" We both nodded silently with forced smiles upon our faces. Wanda continued, "Why, Christian, I can't believe how long and toned your legs are. I'm jealous, I tell you. Jenny what do you think?" Jenny cringed and said with a forced smile, "Yes, he's got great legs." I blushed and put my head down. Wanda put her hand on my shoulder and said, "I always had my suspicions about you. Did you ever pick up on it, Jenny?" "Your suspicions?" she asked. "No. No, dear. I mean this," she replied as should waved her hand in front of me. Jenny put her head down and said, "Well, yes. I mean, I knew." "You knew? And you kept it from me?" "Yes, it was a secret." "A secret?" I interjected and said, "It was a secret between Jenny and my wife." Wanda nodded and replied, "Oh, that cats out of the bag now, don't you think? Not much of a secret if I caught you. You know what a gossip I am." I nodded in resignation. She was a terrible gossip. It was almost shocking to me at times that my co-manager liked to talk about the intricate details of others' personal lives behind their backs. Wanda continued, "I'm not surprised by this, Christian. Maybe a little bit because you do it in public, but otherwise I kind of figured you for this, Christian. Christian.... Sister Christian. That was a bad 80's band wasn't it?" I nodded. Wanda went on, "Well, I don't think Christian is a proper name for you? What do you call yourself, Tink?" I blushed and said, "Christina." "Christina. That's not terribly original. I was hoping for like a James Bond girl name. Christina? That's so disappointing." "Sorry," I muttered. Wanda smirked and said, "So you're coming in like that on Halloween right?" "What?" I shouted. "You're coming in dressed like that on Halloween. I mean, I'm going to tell everyone anyway. I can't keep a secret. You know that. So, you know; what the hell? You might as well do it." I shook my vehemently and protested, "No. I can't go in looking like this!" Wanda shook her head a little and said, "I didn't mean dressed like Tinker Bell. Are you crazy? We run a place of business. People entrust us with their money." "Well, what do you mean then?" "I meant dress like a businesswoman. It'll probably dilute the effect of my telling people that you dressed like Tinker Bell." Jenny interjected, "How about you just don't tell anyone? We can all pretend this didn't ever happen." Wanda smiled and said, "Sorry, I can't do that. Christian, I'm sorry, Christina knows me too well. She knows that I can't keep something like this to myself. I'd probably give myself a stroke if I bottled up something this juicy." I nodded to Jenny who took hold of my arm again. I smiled at her and said, "I'm sorry, Wanda. You'll have tell everyone." Wanda nodded and said, "You know it'll be my pleasure, but I really have to stress this. It'll probably go better if you tell everyone." Jenny tugged on my arm and said, "Just do it, Christian. It's who you are. Define yourself, don't let others do it for you." "Was that from an infomercial?" I asked. "Self-help seminar on the power of positive thinking," Jenny answered with a smile. I looked to Wanda and said, "I'll see you Monday." Wanda turned and walked away with a smile. She turned back for a moment and said, "I look forward to spending more time with Christina." I nodded and walked with Jenny towards the platform and waited for the coming train. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Monday morning came, and I began getting ready for work. I followed my normal routine before it was time to dress. I had laid out my clothes the day before. I took out my black pinstriped skirt suit and lavender blouse and placed them on my bed. I took out my gaff and situated myself before I put on the rest of my undergarments. I was most happy with my black, sheer pantyhose. I always loved the way it looked on business women, and, now, I would get a chance to wear it to work. I worked them up my legs before I placed on my bra and breast forms. I grabbed my blouse next. I buttoned it up and pulled up my skirt. I reached behind me and zipped up my skirt before I put on my jacket. I then went into my closet and picked out a pair of black, patent leather, peep toed 2 ? inched heels for my day at work. I carried my heels to my front door and placed them on before I stepped outside. I hurried to my car hoping to avoid being noticed by my neighbors before I started it and headed down the block. I drove to the office wondering how everyone would respond. I was not having any second thoughts about what I was doing at that time. Any way they responded would be fine with me. I had gone through every possible response in my head on Sunday. Each one of them filled me with a different emotion. Embarrassment, scorn and/or humiliation gave me a weird rush and acceptance would be fun too I figured. I pulled into the parking lot and looked around. I waited in the parking lot for Jenny to arrive. I saw her pull her car into the lot, and I opened my car door. I walked over to her and read the amused expression on her face. She smiled and said, "Wow! I didn't think you actually do it." I blushed and said, "It's Halloween, I can wear anything." Jenny shook her head and said, "No, you can't, but at least you wore something you can pull off, girlfriend." I smirked at her and took her by the arm. We walked up to the bank together, and I let us inside. I headed to my office, and she walked into the teller's area. We each set up for our day. When I heard a few other employees enter the building, I headed out to greet them. I saw two shocked looks and two inquisitive ones as I went over to them. Mary said, "I can't believe that's you." Joe, one of our bankers, stared at me for a moment before asking Mary, "Who is she?" Mary looked at Bill who was also perceptive enough to realize who I was before she said, "You don't know?" Joe shrugged. He saw Bill's smiling face and turned to Amy. Amy shook her head and looked dumbfounded. Bill leaned over towards them and said, "Look at the nose." The two examined me before the face of both of them increasingly showed their surprise as they realized who I was. "Mr. Wilson," Amy exclaimed. Joe looked at me oddly as if I had confirmed something to him. I looked away from him and to the more approving looks of my employees. I looked over them and saw Wanda entering the bank. She noticed me right away and came over to the group and said hello before she told the group to get ready for their workdays. Bill, Joe and Amy headed over to their cubicles to start their work day as bankers while Mary joined Jenny at the teller's window. I walked with Wanda to our shared office, and we sat at our respective desks and chatted as we waited for the bank's doors to open. When the time came, I walked to the front door and unlocked it. A few elderly people came in immediately and stared at the new face. I was not particularly familiar with any of them. They just walked past me like I was any other woman except for an old man who gave me a suggestive look as he shuffled past me. A half grin appeared on my face as I headed back to my office to make calls and check on the bank's investments. Around lunch time, a long line started to form in front of the teller's window. Both Wanda and I had stepped in to help from time to time, but I decided not to this time. I was simply too nervous about the response I'd get from the bank's customers. Wanda noticed this and said, "You really should go out there." I shook my head and retorted, "Why don't you do it?" Wanda smiled and said, "Because I always look like this. When are you going to get a chance to go out like that in complete safety? It's not like if some one figures you out, they're going to be able to strike you behind bulletproof glass." I smiled as I put my head down for a moment before I decided that I would do it. I swiped my card through the electronic pass and went to where the tellers worked. I sat on one of the high chairs and opened up my window. I called out to the next person on line, "Next person on line, I'll take you." The woman came over to me with a deposit slip. She looked at me momentarily, but she was preoccupied with her conversation on her cell. I deposited her check and printed her up her new account balance. I asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you today?" She shook her head as she took her receipt and kept talking on her phone. I dealt with customer after customer until the line was manageable. Not one of them indicated that they thought I was a man. I was on cloud nine. I loved it. I walked out of the teller's area as another teller came on duty while Amy went to take her lunch. I went into my office, grabbed my pocketbook and gave Amy and Joe some money to pick up a lunch for the rest of us from the deli next door. I went back to my office and rested for a moment as I began to think about what I had done. I had played the part of a female teller and nobody was the wiser. I had fooled two employees who worked with me in close quarters. I crossed my legs and twirled my hair as I thought about how hot being passable was making me feel. Wanda walked in and saw the expression on my face. She grinned and said, "Maybe you should dress like this everyday, if it puts you in such a good mood." I shook my head and replied, "I don't really like it. I just like being able to pass. It makes me feel good about myself." Wanda stared down at me as Amy brought us our lunches. Wanda leaned onto my desk as Amy walked out of the office and said, "I think you like being a teller." I blushed and said, "Well, yes. I liked it, but it's not really my place." "It could be." "What?" "I can handle your responsibilities around here in addition to my own. I think you'd do us just as much good as a teller." "You can't be serious," I replied as the smile left my face. "Think about it, dear. I'd be the sole manager, you'd be a teller." "How could you really do it all," I retorted. She leaned back on her heels and put her fingers to her chin. She then answered, "You could assist me in running this place in addition to your teller's duties." I remember thinking to myself that it would probably be pretty fun to do it. I'd get to dress as a woman full time and would still be as in charge of my employees as I was then. We were partners, but she was more domineering anyway. I had pretty much been the functional equivalent of an assistant manager anyway, so I figured that a change to that title would not be much of a change at all. If that was what it took to stay in skirts, I was prepared to do it. I reached my hand out and said, "You've got a deal." She shook my hand and said with a smile, "Finish your lunch and go open a teller's window. I'm going to call our counsel and get him to come down here and hammer out the terms of our agreement so that you won't back out once those shoes start to make your feet hurt." I got to eating while she called the bank's counsel. I had already dealt with several customers when I saw him walk in. Our bank had a law firm on retainer. We always dealt with the same partner from the firm, Saul Silver. He was a short man with a receding hairline. He was a nice man who did most of their contract work. I always felt he was probably too nice to be an effective court room litigator given the shark like instincts it seemed to require. I wanted to go to my office and help form the contract, but the line was too long. We had an unexpected rush of customers, and I couldn't leave my window. The customers acted as if I was a woman. I was comfortable with them and my fellow tellers. Among the other employees, only Joe made me feel a little uneasy. I would catch him looking at me from time to time. I could sense a feeling of malice in his eyes. I kind of knew why. I had heard Joe and Bill get into an argument once over homosexuality after hours. Bill's brother was openly gay, and Joe was a Born Again Christian. They had a loud argument over whether homosexuality was wrong. I don't how exactly it came up, but the argument was inescapable. Neither I nor Wanda wanted to get in the middle of it given that neither of us had anything to gain from doing so and no customers were present to be offended. I could sense the same venom in Joe towards me as he had in his voice that evening with Bill. When I finally got the chance to close my window, I walked into the office and saw that they were printing up the contract. Saul smirked as he looked at me. I blushed a little because I was unsure of how he would treat me. I relaxed when he treated me as he had every other time I had met him. I really should not have been worried. He worked in a personal services industry. He probably knew that rudeness would probably equal lost business for him. I asked Saul, "So what did you guys hammer out?" Saul told me that Wanda had called for a two-year contract for me to be a teller and to assist her in operating the bank. I nodded and figured that two years was manageable. Saul continued and said, "There's also a share transfer." "A share transfer?" I said with slight alarm. Saul answered, "Yes. You currently own 50 percent of the bank's shares. The contract calls for you to sell 4 percent of your shares to Wanda for 40,000 dollars." "I can't agree to that...." Saul cut me off and said, "The sale terms are for 2 years. At the end of the contract, she'll offer to sell you the shares back for 50,000 dollars. The increased price is to ensure that she has some return on her money." That was much more palatable to me. I had over a million dollars in liquid assets so 50,000 was not a problem. I began to think about what it really meant. It meant for 2 years she would have total control over the bank. It was pretty much that way in practice, but now it would become so in legal reality as well. I would be a minority share owner in a closed corporation, pretty much the most powerless position to be in. I knew there were some rights for minority shareholders in the state, but they all entailed commencing a costly legal action and only served as remedies for serious abuses by the majority shareholders or the board. I knew it would be foolish to sign it. I'd be giving up 2 years of my life to Wanda. Still, the allure of skirts and heels overwhelmed my judgment. I took the pen from Saul's hand and signed on the line. Wanda smirked and took the pen from me. I watched her sign the contract slowly as her every touch of the pen to the paper pushed me closer to being her indentured servant for the next 2 years. She finished and handed to Saul. She saw him out and came back into the office and looked down at me. I peered up at her and she said, "Well, it's been an eventful day for both of us. Why don't you take the rest of the day off and come back here bright and early tomorrow. I want you refreshed." I nodded and picked up my pocketbook. Wanda walked me towards the door and said, "Don't worry, Christina. I'll take care of everything." I looked at her oddly for a moment before I strolled to my car. I drove home and moved my skirt suits into my bedroom and moved by my male suits into my guest room. I swapped the rest of my cloths and shoes similarly before I stopped to make dinner. As I started to make it, I got a call from Jenny. We chatted for a bit, and I invited her over for dinner. When she arrived straight from work, she came in and greeted me as I was still dressed in my skirt, blouse and hosiery. I finished cooking as we talked in the kitchen before I served her at the dinner table. We started to eat and talk. Jenny smiled as she looked around said, "The house looks good. It looks like I remember it." "Yes. I haven't changed much," I replied. She responded, "I can relate. I haven't changed much around my house since Wade went either. I guess it's a natural response." "Yes," I said drearily as my mind touched upon a subject I liked to avoid. I smiled as I looked at Jenny though. She was bringing me joy again. She then said, "I understand it. You understand. No one could ever take the place of my husband." I nodded, feeling crushed. I figured it was hopeless for me, but she continued, "I guess I'd have to have a wife then." I looked up at her and caught her wicked smile. I smiled back and said, "Well, if you take someone for your wife, what does that make you?" "The world's prettiest husband," she answered with smile morphing into a smirk. "So I guess your wife, would be the world's ugliest?" She shook her head as she looked at me. She said, "No. Not by a long shot. You've got many people beat..." Figuring she was joking, I replied, "You don't need to tell me I'm beautiful" as I placed my hand on hers. Her other hand came on top of mine and started to caress it. She looked at me and said, "I really like you." I felt as if I was melting in my chair. I replied, "The feelings more than mutual." She leaned in and kissed me. It was my first kiss since my wife's death. I was sure it was her first since her husband's too. We both looked at each other with lust and uneasiness. I felt a little like I was cheating on my wife. I'm sure she had the same gnawing feelings about her husband. They weren't rational, but feelings rarely are. Our hands parted as we both began to ponder whether we were ready to move on. We finished eating and headed back into the kitchen. After I finished cleaning up after dinner, Jenny went home for the night. I was sad to see her go. I realized that I did not want to be apart from her anymore, but I knew I would have to live with it for the time being. The rut I had fallen into since my wife's death was collapsing around me. I was free from it. I was ready to move on, but I didn't know if she was. Chapter 2: The next workday began slowly as usual. I sat chatting with Jenny and Mary as they took care of the customers. I soon felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at Wanda, slightly surprised. I was shocked I did not hear her open the door and walk beside me. She called me into our office. I walked in, and my face became expressionless. My stuff was gone, moved to storage as Wanda told me. Only her desk and belongings remained alongside some business documents that were not locked away. There was a new small desk facing the wall with a computer on top of it. I looked at Wanda who said, "That will be your new work station in here. I really wanted to put you outside of my office, but I just couldn't find the room." "Your office?" I asked. "Of course. This is the manager's office. Always has been, always will be. Last I checked you're not a manager. Are you?" I could tell she was rubbing my face in it given her smirk. I nodded and said in my most sarcastic tone, "You're right. I'm not a full manager. I'm just an assistant." Wanda leaned back and stroked her chin in silence for a moment. Then she asked, "Can you go get me a cup of coffee from next door?" "Why don't you get it yourself? You always do it yourself. I only get it for you when I'm going there for me." "Yes, that's true, but that was how it you used to be. I mean, what am I paying you for then?" I shook my head and said, "To help you run this place. You know, like an assistant." Wanda gave me a strange look as if I was talking gibberish. She took out a copy of the contract, and I read the terms I merely glossed over the first time. I realized that I had not signed on to be an assistant manager and teller. I had signed on to be a teller and her assistant. I looked at Wanda and said, "This is some sort of mistake." "There's no mistake. You were told you were going to be an assistant, not an assistant manager." "Yes, but I assumed...." "Assumed? You always told me that no one should ever assume anything." "Yes, but this contract can't be right. It goes against what we intended." "This is entirely what I intended. Don't project your misunderstanding on me, Christina. I won't stand for it. You'll be working the worst shifts, and I'll double your work as my assistant too." I was shocked to be spoken down to like that by my partner. Of course, we weren't equally co-owners anymore. She had all the control legally, now. Wanda leaned back and said, "Well, now, that this misunderstanding is cleared up, do I have to ask you again?" "No, Wanda. I'll do it." Wanda crossed her arms and said, "Did you allow your employees to call you by your first name when you were a manager?" "No." "Have I ever allowed it?" "No." "That's right, Christina. We need to maintain some formalism here. This is a place of business. I can't make any exceptions for you. Do you understand me?" "Yes," I said with a huff. "Yes, what," she asked with a growing grin as she held out the money to buy her coffee with. "Yes, Mrs. Papadopolis," I answered before turning and walking out of her office. I walked out of the bank and headed to the deli next door to get her coffee. I knew how she liked it, two sugars and cream. I had gotten it for on the occasion when I was heading over there for something for myself. I paid the cashier and headed back to the bank. I carried the hot coffee past each of my former employees turned coworkers. I saw there eyes upon me as I fetched Wanda her coffee. In between my stints behind the tellers' windows, I was making copies for her, getting her dry cleaning and lunch and even answering the phone for her. It was sort of interesting for me. My new coworkers had differing opinions of what I was doing. Amy gave me amused smiles throughout the day. We even shared a few words. She was shocked at what I had voluntarily done, but she was understanding even though she clearly expressed that she really could not understand my thought process. In addition to Jenny, the other tellers that came through that day were all fine with me. At least they were to my face. I got some odd feelings from the others. It was not outright disapproval or disgust. It was more of a vibe that they thought something was wrong with me or that I was more of a pervert than they ever thought. My most memorable experience was with Joe. "Oh, Christina," Joe called out to me with mockery dripping off his elongated pronunciation of my sissy name. I turned and walked towards him as I carried out some bank slips to refill the transaction desk. He looked at me and said, "Do you think you could mince a little more quietly?" I was taken aback, but I answered truthfully, "No. I can't. Heels make sounds, Joe." "Heels?" He said as he stared down at my feet with angry eyes. I felt uncomfortable in his glance. I squirmed before he continued, "Well, maybe if you took lighter steps with your plodding sissy hooves you'd be quieter. I shook my head, walked away from him and filled the desk. Bill walked over to me and apologized for Joe as if he felt he had to. Bill was hardly enthused by what I was doing, but he did not seem to hold it against me. He was okay with my presence in a skirt. That was all I really hoped for from men. After the work day ended, I stayed for the annual shareholder meeting that was being held in Wanda's office. Jenny stayed with me as we waited for Wanda to call the meeting to order. Wanda sat down and started to write up the minutes of the meeting as she always did. We made a couple of unanimous votes before we moved to elect the board for the year. Wanda nominated herself for one of the positions and was immediately elected to the board. I had occupied the other position since we started the bank. I went to nominate myself, but Wanda cut me off and nominated Jenny. I was shocked. Jenny smiled and said, "I'd love to serve with you, Mrs. Papadopolis." I looked at her with a gaped mouth. I broke my stupor and nominated myself. Wanda looked at me for a moment and then said, "Okay, let's put it to a vote." I knew I would lose so I interjected, "Why didn't you nominate me?" "I wanted some knew blood in here. You know someone who could shake things up a bit." I shook my head and said, "I vote my shares for myself." Wanda wrote that down and said, "Very well. I vote my shares for Jenny. Jenny wins. Welcome to the board, Jenny." Jenny hugged me and kissed me on the cheek as Wanda wrote down the vote into the minutes of the meeting. With the board taken care of, the shareholder meeting came to an end. Jenny and Wanda then immediately called a board meeting and voted on the officers. They not surprisingly appointed Wanda the President and Jenny Vice President. I hoped to at least be the Corporate Secretary, but Jenny got that job too. I sat back and realized that I did not have a corporate position for the first time since I founded the bank. I was a large shareholder who happened to be a teller and Wanda's assistant. The board gave Jenny a pay increase and named her the head teller. My pay was slashed down to a teller's salary, but an additional amount was added to compensate me for my work for Wanda. Jenny calculated the amount and said, "Christina, I'm going to make more than you! Can you believe it?" I shook my head as I really could not believe it. The final piece of what I had signed up for hit me. The terms of my employment, other than duration, were completely within the control of Wanda and to a lesser extent Jenny. I was at their beck and call. I should have wanted to crawl into a hole out of desperation, but I was shamefully aroused by my situation. I knew then that I was not really a man. Joe was right about that. A part of me was pushing me towards being subservient. I liked the thought of working for these strong women. I liked being with Jenny. I liked being beneath her. I wanted to be her wife, not her husband. The board meeting wrapped up, and Jenny took me by the hand as we walked out of the bank. We drove back to my house, and I made us dinner. After we finished up, we headed down to the mall. I needed more clothes for work, and Jenny was more than happy to come along and give me her opinion. We headed into a department store and started to peruse their racks. I was in love with the first skirt suit I saw. It was a checkered black and white jacket with a plain black, pencil skirt. I picked the suit up and started to examine it. As I was checking out the suit, Jenny called my attention to a crimson skirt suit. I carried the suit I liked over to Jenny who gave me an approving look. I took a look at the crimson skirt and blushed. It was pleated on the back with a decorative tab across it at the back hem. She noticed my face and said, "I think it's perfect for you." I picked it up and held it my hand with the other suit. We continued to look for more suits. Jenny called my attention to another skirt suit with a black pencil skirt and a lime green three quartered sleeve jacket. I could tell she liked it, so it made my maybe pile. As I looked at it, I said, "Maybe should look for some pantsuits too?" Jenny gave me a strange look and said, "What would you do in pants?" I smirked. It brought a smile to her face as she came to the conclusion that I was joking. We picked out a few more skirt suits in blue and grey before I went into the fitting room. Jenny came in with me and said, "I never got to do this with my husband." I smiled and said, "I don't think he would have minded having you there." "No. It was always the other guys there. At least we can share the same dressing room," Jenny said as she gave me a peck on the cheek. I changed before her and she gave my skirt suits different grades. I picked out 5 of them, and we headed for the registers. I paid for the clothes, and we headed back into the mall carrying the bags. As we were walking past a store, I caught our reflection in a darkened windowpane. We looked like two middle-aged girlfriends shopping together. It brought a smile to my face. Jenny pulled me into a little dress shop and asked for my opinion on a few dresses for her. When she tried them on, I gave her my honest opinion. She was surprised to find that everything I loved about them was what she liked. We really were quite alike when it came to our choice in clothes. I guess as a born man that should not have been the case, but it is what it is. We got a quick dinner together at a diner not far from the mall. After dinner we went to our own cars, but she came to my house after picking up a change of clothes at her place. That night, Jenny climbed into bed beside me for the first time. We did not make love. It just didn't seem like the right time. For the moment, we were both content to cuddle up with each other for the night. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- - The next morning at work, Joe came in and put in his two weeks notice. He had gotten another job with another bank. Joe gave me a look that morning that screamed his silent contempt for me. Two weeks later, when he left for the last time, Joe's lips became unglued. He walked over to me on his way out and said, "I hope you're happy. You drove me out of this job, you faggot cunt." I stared at him and started to shake from my shock at his cutting words. He went to continue, but Jenny shouted, "Don't speak that way to her." "Shut the fuck up, bitch. You molded this sissy. You took a pantywaist and put him in panties." "I did no such thing. She's what she is." "He! It's a he," Joe said as he pointed at me. I wanted to vanish from view at that moment. Jenny countered, "Get the fuck out, Joe. Go get on your high horse and fall off." Joe put his chin up and twisted his neck before he sternly replied, "Fine," before shouting, "You can all have fun at the freak show." He turned and walked out the door. I stared at him silently as Jenny put her arms around me, and Bill and Amy tried to comfort me with words. Wanda walked out and said, "The new banker starts tomorrow. His name is Mick. He has met Christina and is unaware of her, umm, excess baggage. No one is to tell him who Christina really is. All lips must be sealed on the matter. Am I clear?" Everyone in the bank nodded. Wanda walked away, and Jenny escorted me to my car. She got into the driver's seat while I took my now customary position beside her. She moved in with me almost immediately after becoming a member of the board. She said it would save her money to move in with me, so I let her. I wanted her there anyway. I loved it even. Since the first time since my wife died, I didn't feel alone. I liked not feeling that. I loved to play her wife at home too. I cooked and cleaned for her and did the errands. She meanwhile had reenrolled in night-college to finish getting her degree. I was supportive of her choice and let her drive my more dependable car to her classes so she would not have to drive hers. As we got farther away from the bank, I looked around and noticed that we weren't heading home. I glanced over at her and said, "Where are we going." "I've got a surprise for you?" "What surprise?" I asked. She smirked and said, "When we get there, you'll know." I felt a bit squeamish for a moment, but I knew she would not do anything to embarrass me too much. I had faith in her. We pulled up in front of this small chapel. I looked at her and realized what was going on. She showed me the rings and said, "It's a surprise wedding. You should see your face right, now. You didn't have a clue." To say I was surprised would be an understatement. I was not exactly upset at the prospect. In fact I wanted it more than anything, but a surprise wedding is not exactly like a surprise birthday party. I tried to formulate an articulate response to what she was confronting me with. I replied, "Um, Jenny, darling, are you sure about this?" "Well, yes. I haven't been sure about more things than this. Are you having second thoughts?" "Actually, we never discussed this, so it's really first thoughts. I love you, but do you really want to get married this way." "Sure. I have had a real wedding before. The whole gown, bridesmaids, flower girl, here comes the bride thing. It was fun and a bit draining." "Yes. I've had one too. It's just that I haven't had time to think about this." "I thought we decided that I would do the thinking for both us. I've warned you against thinking, it gives you wrinkles. If you lose your looks, then what do you really have?," Jenny said with a wry smile. "I know, and I really want to marry you..." "Then what's the problem," Jenny said as she cut me off. "I don't know if this is really the right way to do it." "Well, Christina. If you'd like a big wedding, we could get you a gown and get all your family from out of state and your old friends in..." "No. I'll pass on that," I interjected in haste. Jenny smirked and said, "Then what is the right way?" I smiled and said, "Any way you'd like." Jenny nodded and said, "Good girl. Now come along." I nodded and hurried close to her after I excited the car. We walked in, hand in hand. It was a nice chapel. Jenny made the arrangements for the wedding while I fixed my makeup in a mirror by the chapel's front door. Jenny beckoned me close to her as the clergyman got ready to marry us. We introduced ourselves and gave him our identifications. Jenny then took out two rings. Hers was a simple white gold band, mine was white gold and studded with small diamonds. They were clearly a set, but she was keeping the husband's ring and giving me the brides. I blushed as she said, "I think you're going to like how this is going to sparkle in the light when you show the girls." She pulled two pieces of papers from her pocketbook and handed me the one with my name on it. It was the wedding vows she had written for us. They were fairly traditional, except she made sure to include the outdated promise to obey by the wife. I grimaced as I read the word that was underlined extensively by Jenny. I looked at her and she smiled, knowing what I was thinking. Now, I knew I would obey her for the rest of my life, but I was not particularly keen on saying it aloud in front of strangers, even if they were of the cloth. I coughed and asked Jenny, "Do you I really have to say it? You know I'm going to." "Sometimes, you're just like a man with your little objections. You're just publicly promising your place in our relationship," she replied as I nodded. Meanwhile, the minister was looking at us with some level of scrutiny. He checked our licenses against our faces to make sure one of us was a man. He looked at me with a vapid stare for a moment. I turned and caught it. He shook his head and said, "You're one of those people aren't you?" "Those people?" I answered. "The mincing sort." I wanted to deny it, but given my license sitting in his hand it was kind of futile to. He continued, "Just promise her the damn thing. Everyone knows you're going to do it." "How do you know?" I asked. "You're not the first one of your type to come through here. I've run into a few since. They all seem happy. Each partner knows their place. That's the key. That's why your relationship works. You see me and my old lady, two little dictators. It's a battle of will. She usually wins because I have to put up with nagging if she doesn't, but you people got it sorted out. You've got your empress and you're a slave girl." I blushed at his accurate description of our relationship. He motioned us towards the back of the chapel and began to recite some lines before he asked us to exchange our vows. I said mine as the minister smirked at my promise to obey Jenny. Jenny then said hers. They were not what I was expecting. She said, "I, Jenny Hidalgo, take you Christian, my little Christina, to have and to hold till death do us part. I promise to cherish, protect and honor you. My darling sissy, I can think of nothing better than being with you for the rest of our lives and know our life together will be what we both dreamed it would be." I blushed at her words in a mix of joy and humiliation. We exchanged I do's and were married. The minister rolled his eyes before he said, "You may kiss the bride, whichever one of you that is." I smiled as I kissed Jenny secure in the knowledge that I was a sissy girl named Christina. I was hers. In my mind I was Mrs. Jenny Hidalgo. At that moment, I could not think of being anything better. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- - Chapter 3: It was not that long before I actually was Mrs. Jenny Hidalgo. That was what Jenny convinced me to legally change my name to. It did not take too much convincing on her part. I was happy to be formally known as what I felt I was. Jenny took control of the family finances. Our checks went into a joint bank account, and I was given a weekly allowance. She took away my checkbook, credit and debit cards. I liked giving up my control. Some part of me just liked being dependent on her. I know that guys would generally be ashamed to be dependent on their spouses, but I wasn't. I enjoyed it. I continued to take care of the home while Jenny finished up getting her degree. When she got her degree, she started sending out resumes. Eventually, she got a job across town at another bank as a banker. Mrs. Papadopolis did not stand in her way. She accepted Jenny's resignation from the board and let her go. I was sad to see Jenny go. I loved working beside her, but her new job just offered her more stimulation and more money than being a teller. I was happy that she was happy with her new job. I was happy to be a teller, but I knew that she had higher goals. She was replaced on the board by one of Mrs. Papadopolis's friends. Mary was made the de facto head of the tellers and Amy was given the Vice President and Corporate Secretary positions. The bank staff changed further. Bill took another job a little after the one year anniversary of my change of position. While the turnover occurred, Mrs. Papadopolis made sure the other's kept my secret. Thus, only she, Amy and Mary knew who I really was. As the end of the contract loomed, Mary announced her retirement. I was sad to see her go. We never became close, but she was the only other teller who knew Mr. Wilson besides me. She would occasionally give me a wink and say something on the sly about him. She always joked with the girls that I was his widow. A few of the new tellers actually believed her. As the end of the contract was at hand, I went to Jenny and asked for a check for 50,000 dollars. She responded, "Oh, whatever for?" "To buy my interest back in the bank." She just shook her head and said, "I really don't like to pay money to my rivals." "I know, but it's my only chance to get it back. It's a drop in the bucket..." "50,000 dollars may not be a lot to Mr. Wilson, but for a teller like yourself it's quite a bit. Christina, I think you're forgetting yourself." "I'm sorry, Jenny. I don't mean to offend you by questioning your judgment." "I know you don't." I steadied myself and said, "I understand your reluctance to let me do this, but it's something I may never have the chance to do again." Jenny leaned back in her chair and said, "What would you do if I gave you the money. I mean, I know you'd buy back your stock, but what would that mean? Would you be the boss again? Or would you just be a teller who owned as much stock as her boss?" "A teller, I suppose." "Then just let it go. Unless you want to be a boss again, you have to let it go. Do you want to be a boss?" "No," I said as I put my head down. "Then stop going on about this. End of discussion. I'm not going to give you access to money just so you can go blow it on something you don't even want." The next day, Jenny went down to the bank with me to give Mrs. Papadopolis our answer. She smiled and said, "I'm glad to hear that. I've enjoyed my position, as I'm sure you have as well Christina. I'm sure if you didn't, you'd have bought back your share." I nodded with a vacant stare in my eyes as my chance of regaining my position was slipping away. I did not want to be a man again, I did not want to be a manager either. I just liked the comfort that equal ownership provided. I wanted to buy it just for that reason, but the chance was gone. Any possibility of ever owning my bank again was extinguished the following week when Mrs. Papadopolis called me into her office. She said, "Christina, I've sold my share of the bank to a regional Bank." "You what?" I said in a surprisingly high pitched voice. "I've sold my share. We are now a branch of a larger bank, Pryce Sterling. A new manager will arrive as soon as the last formalities of the sale are executed. Now, Pryce Sterling has asked me to give you this proposal here detailing the price they'd like to buy you out for," she said as she gave me a packet of papers. "They want me gone?" I said. "They want complete ownership. As far as they're concerned, you're the widow of my former partner. They plan to keep on the employees here. So your position as a teller would not be in jeopardy. They'd probably reduce your pay as I don't believe they'll keep you on as the assistant to the manager as well." I nodded and began to realize that soon only Amy would know who I really was. She'd know about the sale too, so I really would be nothing more than a teller to everyone who worked in the bank. I looked at Mrs. Papadopolis and said, "Ma'am, I have to talk to Jenny about this." She nodded and replied with a smile, "I know. She makes the decisions in your home. You two take your time." I thanked her and got back to work. I showed the proposal to Jenny when she got home. She knew the price offered was fair and said, "We're taking it." I did not have a say in the sale of my own asset. Something in me loved it. I signed the proposed contract for the sale and returned it to Mrs. Papadopolis the next morning. Within a few weeks the deal was finalized. I was simply a teller and a new manager was coming in. Mr. Frank Sade was introduced as the branches manager. I realized that he was similar in temperament to Mrs. Papadopolis. The man loved power. He was a micromanager. Everything had to be his way. Everyone had to call him Mr. Sade. On his first day he began to inspect the bankers and tellers. He checked our manner of dress. He even smelt us. It wasn't sexual harassment in my book since he did it to the guys as well, but that did not make it any less unpleasant. Mr. Sade called me into his office after examining me. I figured he knew who I really was. I'm sure it was there in my employment record. He told me to sit down. I sat across from the stranger sitting in my former office. He looked down at me and said, "I see here that you used to own this place." "Yes," I said after having difficulty getting the three letters out of my mouth. Mr. Sade leaned back and said, "I heard you inherited it from your husband. Tragic when someone goes young." "Yes, it is," I replied, in a shaking voice. Even when the man was trying to be nice, he seemed intimidating. He examined me and said, "I can see there was no way you could run it for him. Don't feel bad about it. Women really aren't cut out for that sort of thing." I had to fight off a grimace from appearing on my face. He continued, "I called you in to make clear to you that you will not receive special treatment. I don't care what you were here before. You're a teller. That's all you are. Am I clear, Miss?" "Yes, Mr. Sade," I responded in as a clear of a voice as I could manage. "Good, now, get back to work, doll," he replied curtly. I walked out of his office with horror etched on my face. The man was a brute. I was used to being talked down to by women, but not men. Women are superior. They're goddesses. They can treat me as they wish, but men are just collective scum in my book. I was not happy about being talked down to by one of them. I met the two new bankers he brought in with him, Steve and Carl. They were a little dismissive of the tellers and even Amy. She was treated as an outsider despite the fact that she had more experience than either one of them. When it was not busy in the bank, they treated us all like secretaries. They pulled us away from our windows and made us fetch things for them. I was used to doing it for the manager, but now we were all doing for each banker except Amy. As if that was not bad enough for the morale of my fellow tellers, Mr. Sade gave us our new dress code after a few days. All women had to wear pencil skirt suits and 3 inch heels. No higher, no lower. The women were required to wear girdles or corsets for improved appearance. I was one of many appalled faces. The men appeared to like the policy shift, but told their female coworkers they didn't. They probably said that to curry favor with us. I immediately thought about getting a new job, but Jenny told me that she wanted me to stay where I was. Even after I explained all the changes to her, she stood by her first response. She explained the difficulty of me finding a new job given my work history all being under a man's name and background checks that would surely show I was a man. I also knew it was not easy for someone middle aged to change jobs period. I relented and lived up to my vows and obeyed Jenny. I had to live with being treated as inferior by a man probably overcompensating for his own small package. I bought a few girdles because I was not willing to wear a corset for that man. I'd wear one in bed for Jenny, but never for that man anywhere. The first time I put on the girdle, I was surprised by how not restrictive it felt. I felt the tightness on me, but it was not as bad as I expected. I guess I was just too used to the corset for it to bother me much. The pencil skirt and heels, I was used to anyway. I liked the way they made me walk, the girdle just helped with that. It all made me feel a little more self assured in my femininity. That was not a universally held position though among the girls. Amy lasted a week before she got another job. I was crushed when she left. She was the last one of them that knew my secret. Everyone had kept it, and, now, no one was left who knew. I was just a female teller to the rest of them. That gave me a little excitement. I liked passing so easily among them as a woman, but a part of me liked knowing that some knew I was a sissy. I pondered letting it out, but I was too scared to. It almost came out once as Mr. Sade put his hand on my butt as I made a copy for him in his office. I feared his fingers would find my erection through my skirt, but his fingers mercifully missed it. I turned and saw his smug face as I handed him the copy. I knew he did not find me attractive. I was not his type. He liked young bimbos, and I was far too old for his liking. He was just demonstrating his dominance like the ape he was. I told Jenny about that touch, but she just laughed it off. She told me that she liked the thought of me being treated like a working woman. I thought about trying to pursue my case in court and try to get the situation at work to change, but Jenny talked me out of it. She said, "Do you really want to go to the courts? What would the headline be in the newspaper? Drag queen former bank owner claims sexual harassment by successor." I grimaced as I thought about the potential publicity. There were a lot of tabloid newspapers in the area, and they'd have a field day on a case like that if they caught wind of it. I just had to grin and bear it. It was not that much of a burden for me really. I kind of enjoyed being treated like that even if I hated seeing others treated the same way. As much as I felt I wasn't inferior to Mr. Sade and other men, I kind of liked being treated that way. I wanted to fight for the girls I worked beside. They were better than any of those men, and they should not have been treated like that. It's the 21st century, only sissies like me should have to experience what we were going through. Some of the tellers quit and new ones came in who were a little amenable to being treated the way tellers were treated by Mr. Sade and his boys. It was tough for me to watch these girls with low self- esteem be degraded for the amusement of petty men. It was debasement that I myself craved and received as well. It was not even reserved for us. I even saw Carl say something snide to a female customer. Darlene, one of the new tellers, and I watched Carl talk down to this woman like she was an imbecile. I shook my head and looked at Mr. Sade as he was walking behind the teller's desk and said, "Are you going to tolerate that?" "Tolerate what?" "He's talking down to a customer. That can't be good for business," I said as I put my hands on my hips. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it," Mr. Sade said as he patted me on my back. "What was that about?" Steve asked. "She thinks she's people," Mr. Sade answered before both men chuckled. We watched the two of them walk through the bank and towards Carl. Carl said something after the woman left that caused the men to laugh quite loudly. Darlene looked at me and said, "Check out the old boys club over there. We'll never understand it sister." "Nope," I replied with a nod and a smile.