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Author and Subject Belladonna Brett Hynde was by most standards a successful man. He had his first novel published when he was 24. The book received plaudits from the literature community and produced decent sales. It was his second book that made Brett known to a sizable public, however. The success of the book put Brett in a difficult position. He was a shy, retreating man. He wanted no part of the spotlight or the people who sought him out. Brett decided then that he would model himself on Thomas Pynchon. He refused to have his picture ever placed on one of his books and refused all interviews. It was simply done to avoid unwanted publicity or so his agent would tell those that sought out Brett. The real reason was bit more complex. While Brett valued his privacy, he also needed it to get ideas for his work. Brett believed that he needed to impress upon his readers an in-depth knowledge of his subject matters. While he knew he could gain some insight from those that lived the types of lives his characters did, Brett knew it was no substitute for first hand experience. So, much like many method actors, Brett tried to live as much of his main characters lives as he could. He felt that he needed to get inside the minds of his characters and that accumulating similar experiences was the best way to obtain it. Brett's first two books were based on his work as police officer. The success of the second ended that career and left the public with the only known photograph of Brett Hynde after high school, which was his official photograph on his identification card. Brett knew that not being discovered was the key for him to be able to pass among those he would wish to write about. So when he went to write his third book, he went somewhere where he would not be recognized. He got a job as a bartender and began getting ideas for his third book about an alcoholic bartender with a failing marriage who found love with a barmaid. The third book was a departure from his prior criminal thrillers and was met with substantial praise from the literature community as well as decidedly lower book sales than his second novel. While there was some criticism from his fans that he had abandoned his normal area of writing, Brett brushed it off. He did not want to be pigeon holed into writing one type of story. The last thing he wanted to be was a Horatio Alger who wrote only one story and merely changed the particulars. With the third book, he had dispelled any notions that he was a one trick pony. Brett then decided to try another area and decided to write a story about a hairdresser looking for a husband, but who was unable to leave the married man she was sleeping with. To prepare for the role, Brett became a licensed hair dresser and began working as an openly gay hairdresser in a woman's salon. Brett was quite proud of himself when none of the women were able to realize that he was actually straight and preparing to write a book that would include the experiences and conversations he had at the salon. While the novel got good reviews, it sold very few copies. The publish company was quite concerned with the sales and recommended that Brett get back to writing the criminal thrillers that had made his name with the public. Brett was slightly hesitant about doing so. While he knew that Edgar Allan Poe had started out writing detective novels and became more lastingly known for his other works, Brett realized that probably would not happen for him. He knew, however, that he would have to write the story to save his career. Nevertheless, Brett was not prepared to do it yet. He wanted one more shot at writing a successful non-thriller. He decided that he not only had to target a female audience again, but that he had to make the woman more relatable to the average woman. Brett decided to write a story about a small time office girl who was trying to keep her family together despite having a troubled son and an alcoholic husband. He knew just the person to help him understand the role. Nina Stefani was a friend of Brett's since they attended college together. She had gone off and started her own company on the other side of the country. She had a small office that employed only women. There were two female sales associates, a receptionist/secretary and Nina. Brett called Nina and told her about his new idea and asked if he could come to her office and watch her employees work. Nina was a little hesitant. She explained, "You know my office isn't filled with little curiosities for you. I'm not going to let you play Jane Goodall to my girls like their chimps or something." Brett understood her hesitancy and explained that he would help out around the office as needed and try to be not a distraction. While Nina was not entirely convinced it was a good idea, she decided to permit Brett to sit in at her office to learn how the place ran. Brett made travel arrangements and rented himself a small apartment near the office. The morning after he arrived, he went into Nina's office to meet her employees. After he walked into her office, Brett caught sight of Nina's secretary, Maria Sandoval. She was very short, standing only 4'10". She was thin, but she had large breasts that were shown off by her tight red sweeter. Brett was instantly attracted to the girl as he approached her. She appeared young, appearing to be no older than 25. She had large brown eyes and tanned skin that went well with her long, wavy black hair. Maria smiled at him and asked, "What can I do for you today sir?" Brett smiled at her because of her slight accent, which he found enticing. He answered, "Hello, I'm Brett Hynde. I'm here to see Nina Stefani." "Oh, Ms. Stefani told me you were coming in. My sister loved your first two books, can I get a picture." Brett went to respond, but Maria cut him off with a laugh and said, "I'm just kidding you. I call Ms. Stefani and tell her you're here." Brett smiled at her and watched her pick up the phone with her small hand. He looked her over and noticed that she was wearing a black skirt that hit above her black, sheer nylon covered knees as well as black pumps. "Ms. Stefani?" "Yes, Maria." "Brett Hynde is here to see you." "Oh, wonderful, tell him I'll be out in a minute." "Will do, Ms. Stefani." Maria hung up the phone and smiled at Brett and told him to take a seat. He nodded and sat down as he stared around the office. It had multiple doors that Brett was sure concealed Nina and her employees' offices. Brett picked up a magazine off a table and began to read it. Not long after, Brett heard a door open. Nina stepped out of it and said, "How are you, Brett?" "Good. How are you?" "I've never been better." "Wow, you look great." "So do you, Brett. How was your trip?" "It was good." "Glad to hear it. Do you want anything to drink?" "No. I'm good thanks. I have to say, Nina, this is quite the office." "Oh, you don't have to say that. It's small, but it suits my purposes." "No, it's really very nice." "Thanks for saying that. Did you meet Maria?" "I said hello to her." "Maria come over here," Nina said. Maria stood up and walked over to Brett. Brett smiled down at the girl he dwarfed. Brett stood 5'11" and had a wirily build that made him seem a little larger. He put out his hand and shook Maria's and said, "It's nice to meet you." "You too," Maria said with a wry smile. "What's wrong?" Brett asked. "No one's ever shaken my hand before." "Really?" Nina answered, "No. Everyone in this office kisses her on the cheek." Brett wanted to as well, but for reasons quite different from what the girls did. "I'll remember that for tomorrow," Brett said. Nina responded, "Maria's the focal point of our company. She's the first person people see coming through the door and the first many talk to on the phone." Brett nodded before Maria walked back over to her desk to answer a call. "She seems nice," Brett said. Nina smirked and said, "Don't get any ideas, she has a boyfriend." Brett laughed and said, "I would have been shocked if she didn't." "What about me?" Nina asked. Brett froze before Nina slapped his arm and said, "I'm just playing with you, Brett. You're as easy to screw with as you used to be." Brett managed to smile and nod. He fought the urge to rub his arm. He realized that Nina still did not understand her own strength. Nina stood 6 foot even without heels. She was thin, and she had long brown hair. She had been an athlete all of her life. She was the star of her high school basketball and volleyball teams and played first base on her school softball teams. She played all three sports in college and was one of the better players on all of the teams. She had kept active after school, and her arms still were lean and muscular. Brett had felt them in college and remembered how much like a rock they felt. His arms felt down right soft by comparison, which was a fact that embarrassed him to some degree. Nina's size and strength had hampered her ability to attain a boyfriend during college. Many men were simply intimidated by her. Others were attracted to her solely because of her size. She had no use for those men who she told Brett were all 'weirdo's.' She had trouble attracting men who she thought would be a good match with her throughout college. Brett asked, "How is your dating situation?" "Not great. All the guys around here seem to go for dumb girls and little girls they can act like protectors around." "Same as college." Nina laughed and nodded her head. "I'm still single too," Brett said. "Don't get any ideas about me," Nina said with a smile. "I know I'm not your type. You like your men to be taller than you," Brett responded as Nina rocked back on her heels. Given her three inch heels, Brett felt that Nina looked almost imposing next to him. He knew that she had a fixation with finding a taller mate. However, while he sometimes felt discriminated against by her desires, he also knew that she had a good heart. Nina then said, "Let me introduce you to my two saleswomen." "I can't wait," Brett replied. Nina walked over to two doors and knocked upon them. Brett smiled at the two women who walked out of the rooms. Brett was introduced to Annabella Ballion first. Annabella had long brown hair and appeared to be around 30 years old. She stood 5'8," however her 4 inch heels made her seem a bit taller. Brett looked over her outfit. She wore a black skirt suit. The skirt had a short hem that rested over her long, lean legs. She had pink and black leather pumps with a peep toe and black ankle strap. Brett was surprised to see an office worker wearing such eye catching heels. After being introduced to Annabella, Nina introduced him to Deborah Lee. Deborah was 5'4" and overweight. She was the oldest woman in the office. Brett realized that she was probably in her late 40's. She had short, dirty blonde hair. She had a wedding ring on her plump ring finger and was wearing clothing that Brett found surprisingly fashionable. While she wore an ordinary black skirt suit with a below the knee skirt, she also wore patterned tights and grey pumps. After the introductions were over, everyone got back to work at the office. Brett sat around and watched what went on. He carefully listened to the girls when they talked. Brett spent the rest of the week following the same routine. He tried not to get in the way of the girls and he talked to them when they had free moments. He would press them for information on how the office ran. He was most especially interested in Maria's viewpoint. She freely gave it to him and was happy to get his attention. She enjoyed him more than the others because he gave her someone she could talk to as the day wore on and her superiors stayed sequestered in their offices. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- After lunch the following Tuesday, Brett noticed that Maria seemed a little overwhelmed. He went over to her and said, "How's it going over here?" "Not great, Brett. There's been too many calls today. It's getting in the way of my other work." "Well, can I help?" "No. I don't want to bother you." "It's no bother," Brett said as he picked up some papers. Maria crinkled her face and said, "Maybe you could copy those for me." "No problem," Brett said as he walked over to the copier. He then asked, "How many copies do you need?" "Four copies of the whole file." Brett nodded and turned on the machine. He had a similar copy machine in his home and knew how to use it. He feed the papers in and pressed the copy button. After the copies were made, Brett separated them into four sets and placed them on Maria's desk. She smiled as she looked at him while she talked on the phone. "Thanks," she mouthed while she listened to the caller. Brett smiled and headed back to his usual seat on an office chair where he observed how the office ran. He had already decided to model his main character on Maria. She would be an older version of Maria whose optimism had been tested by life. Maria finished up on the phone and said, "Thanks again, Brett." "No problem," Brett said as he stood up. Maria stood up herself and carried the files into Nina's office. Brett walked over to Maria's desk and looked at its contents. The phone rang, and Maria was not in sight. Brett answered the phone and said, "Wernham Berkshire, this is Brett speaking how can I help you?" The feminine voice on the other side of the line laughed and said, "Oh, I see Nina is now employing men as receptionists. How progressive of her." "No. I'm just filling in for Maria." "Oh, okay. Is Nina in?" "Yes, may I ask who is calling?" "This is Simone Tinsley." "Once second, Miss Tinsley," Brett replied as he looked for the button to put her on hold. Maria walked over to him with a smile and pointed at the button. Brett pressed it. Maria then leaned over and said, "Ms. Stefani, Brett answered a call for you." "Who is it?" Brett answered, "It's Simone Tinsley." "Oh, send it over, Brett." Maria smiled and said, "Get to it, boy." Brett shook his head and said, "I don't know how." Maria leaned over and showed Brett how to do it. Brett nodded and thanked her for the little lesson. Maria smiled and said, "You know, you were pretty good at that. Maybe you should do a little work around here to really get into the head of your character. I mean, that's what you did before." "It's not necessary..." "Oh, you think you know how it is for us just by observing?" "No, it's not like that." "Then why don't you?" "Why doesn't he what?" Annabella asked as she came out of her office. Maria smiled and said, "I just said that Brett should get a little secretary work done around here if he wants to get into the mind of one." Annabella smirked and said, "That's a great idea. I think he should walk a day in his character's shoes if he wants to get inside her head." Brett blushed and responded, "I don't think so, what would Nina think? I don't want to create a stir around here." "A little late for that, hun," Annabella replied. "What do you mean?" "You've been observing us and the whole office. It made me a little uncomfortable at first, and I'm sure it did so for the others too." Brett looked at Maria and saw her nodding. Annabella continued, "I'm sure it wouldn't anymore of a disruption. In fact, you'd be helping out. So, we'd probably be more productive." Brett shook his head. Maria then said, "I think he should do it, Thursday." "Why Thursday?" Brett asked. "It's Secretary's Day. Nina usually takes me out after work that day, maybe you could help me out that day by lightening my load." "What's going on out here, you chatty Cathys?" Deborah interjected as she opened her office door. Annabella answered, "We're just talking about Brett dressing up as a secretary on Thursday." "Okay," Deborah responded slowly drawing out each syllable. Brett shook his head, and said, "It's all talk, Deborah. I'm not going to do it. I'm mean what would Nina..." "What would I what?" Nina said as she walked up behind Brett. Deborah answered, "He doesn't know how you'd take him dressing up like a secretary for Secretary's Day." Nina squinted her eyes for a second before she looked at Brett. Brett shook his head once more and said, "I didn't suggest this. I was just helping out..." "Don't be defensive, dear," Nina replied. She then paused and said, "I think this is pretty good idea." "Why?" Brett shrieked. Brett's tone put a smile on Nina's face. She answered, "It will give you some first hand knowledge of what your lead character really goes through. Secondly, it also help out Maria on Secretary's Day, which I'm all for. She's a great girl." "Yes, that true, but..." "Then it's settled." Brett shook head as he responded, "Nothing's settled." Nina put her hand under her chin and asked, "Do you have one good reason not to do this, Brett?" Brett was silent for a moment before he answered, "I wouldn't make a passable woman. What if a client comes in here and sees me? It could hurt your business, and I couldn't live with myself if I..." "Don't worry, Brett. We'll just tell them you're a friend of ours that lost a bet with me. Our clients will understand. They might tease you for it, but they'll understand." "Maybe, but I don't know the first thing about how to even go about even dressing up as..." "I'll teach you," Maria responded with a smile. Her tone did little to conceal her enthusiasm for the idea. Annabella and Nina were both mildly amused by how Maria seemed genuinely excited by the idea of Brett dressing up her as her co-secretary for the day. Brett replied, "I don't know..." "What's a matter, Brett, are you not man enough to wear heels. Can't take the pain," Annabella replied with a grin. Brett threw up his hands and said, "Fine. I'll do it, if it will shut you all up about it." "Fantastic," Nina responded with a smile. Everyone then got back to work, and Brett took his normal spot up front and wrote down his observations. As the day ended, Brett got ready to leave. Maria noticed this and said, "Hold up a minute, Brett. We need to start getting you ready." "Why it's not until the day after tomorrow. We can get ready then." "You're such a man, Brett. You think I can get you ready for a day as a woman in like an hour." Brett stared at her blankly. Maria laughed and said, "I need to know what works on you, dear. We need to get you some clothes." Brett rolled his eyes and replied, "Fine. Where are we off to?" "I've got a nice shop where we can pick you up an outfit on the cheap." Brett nodded and said, "Tell me where it is, and I'll meet you there." "No can do. I want you to come with me. I've got to keep you on schedule." Brett smiled at her and said, "You're really enjoying this aren't you." "Oh, you can read me like a book," Maria said with a smirk as she tugged at his arm. Brett found her behavior cute. He followed alongside her to her car. Maria drove him to a store and led him inside. As Brett looked around, Maria told him, "Don't think about what you like. Try to think about what your character likes. What she would dress like given her situation." Brett smiled at her and said, "You're really still going with this is really to help me understand my character, and not to help cut down your work load for a day?" Maria smacked his arm and replied with a smirk, "Don't cast me in such a self-serving light, girlfriend." Brett shook his head with a smile. They then went over to a rack and started looking through the skirt suits until Brett settled on a black, pinstriped skirt suit with a pencil skirt. With the suit in hand, Maria then selected a pink, silk blouse. After that, Maria took Brett over to look at the shoes. Brett didn't want to try on a pair, but Maria insisted on it. She told him, "You need to make sure they fit you right or they're really going to hurt you." As he looked at those giving him strange looks for holding a woman's shoe, Brett did not want to oblige Maria. A salesgirl walked over and asked, "Can I help you?" Maria answered, "Yes, my friend needs this shoe in a size 10 please." The salesgirl looked at Brett for confirmation. Brett only blushed which was enough for the salesgirl. She smiled as she replied, "Of course, I'll bring a pair out for you." Brett took a seat and gave Maria a peeved look. He forced that look on his face as he dealt with the strange wave of excitement that had overcome him. He was turned on by the humiliation he had just received, and he had no idea why. Maria shook her head at his look and said, "Don't give me that look, Brett. I only told her the truth, and you're being difficult. You need to get over your embarrassment." Brett nodded and took the pink and white shoebox from the salesgirl when she brought it over. Brett placed his feet in the pumps and said, "They fit." "No, you can't check them that way. You have to walk around in them," Maria said. Already dealing with the startled looks of other customers, Brett was not really happy about the idea. He knew the people were disgusted with him or found what he was doing amusing like he was a circus freak to gawk at. However, he understood Maria's point and wondered if further humiliation would curtail his troubling arousal. He stood up and took his first steps in the 3 inch heeled shoes. His walk was ungainly and prompted more than a few smiles. He looked at Maria and said, "These don't feel right on me." "Are they too snug or loose?" "No they just feel awkward when I walk." Maria laughed and said, "That's you not the shoes, dear." The salesgirl had turn away from Brett to not laugh at him. Brett blushed and sat down and took off the shoes. He put the grey, suede shoes back in the box. Maria smiled and said, "Are those good enough for you?" Brett blushed and said, "Yes, they'll do." "Now, you just need some underwear," Maria said. Brett nodded and stood up. He followed her and asked, "Do I need panties?" The thought of wearing them excited Brett, but Maria answered, "No, you need opaque tights for your legs." "Why?" "They'll cover up your leg hairs. You'll need that, unless you want to shave them." Brett shook his head to conceal the excitement that such a prospect gave him. He knew shaving his legs would leave a visible trace of his cross- dressing for a while. However, he was not sure what Maria would think of him if he went along with it. Maria selected a pair of black, opaque tights and asked, "Do you like this color?" "Who doesn't like black," Brett answered. "Good girl. You're thinking like one of us already," Maria responded with a smile. Maria then selected a black bra and said, "We can fill this out nicely with some of my socks." Brett blushed and felt another surge of excitement as he thought about how he would look on Thursday. Brett then paid for his selections, and they headed back to Maria's car. Maria then drove him to a store that sold wigs. Brett wondered what style she would suggest for him. Brett walked in and saw the large selection. Maria looked through it with him before Brett paused before a light brown, shoulder length haired wig. "Is that the type of hair your girl has?" Maria asked. Brett nodded and said, "Yes." "Then that's the one," Maria said. Brett nodded again and picked it up. Maria then got him a bald cap and some pins to secure the wig with before she selected a head band for him as well. Brett smiled at the head band. It was silver and had a shinny look to it that made it seem like it would look more appropriate on a girl of 25 than 35. However, since he had never been that girl, he decided to get it anyway. Maria took the purchases to the counter, and Brett paid the bill again. After he finished paying, Maria drove Brett back to the office so he could pick up his car. She told him that she would keep his new clothes and supplies at her house, which he was told to come to after work the next day. Brett accepted Maria's terms and got out of her car. He got into his and headed for his small apartment. After making himself a quick dinner, Brett stepped into the shower. As Brett lathered himself up, he got excited thinking about how humiliated he would feel when all the girls finally got to see him in drag. He was sure he would be uncomfortably conspicuous as clearly a man in a skirt and heels. Brett began fondling himself as he thought about how emasculated he would feel by the words that would be directed at him. Brett pulled his hand away as he climaxed. He felt dirty as the water ran down him and washed his cum away. The feelings that had overtaken him felt suddenly unnatural and the shame was less arousing to him. Brett scrubbed himself clean and stepped out of the shower. He looked at the man in the mirror as he stepped out. His mind then drifted to a movie scene. He hesitated before he reached down and tucked his member between his legs imitating a scene in the Silence of the Lambs. Brett suddenly felt what he was doing was absurd; however, he was turned on once more as he thought about being tucked away for a day as a secretary. Brett dried himself off and headed into his bedroom. He climbed into his bed and turned on the television. He watched it for an hour before he turned it off and drifted to sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- After work the next day, Brett followed Maria to her home. Brett was a bit surprised by what he found. He figured that she lived in an apartment, but Maria told him that her parents and her split up their house. Maria lived on the second floor of the high ranch, while her parents lived on the first floor. Brett was surprised to find that Maria had such a spacious living space given her low paying job. Maria told him to take off his shirt as he looked around her living room. He was a bit surprised by how direct she was, but he noticed that she had left his bra out for him. Brett took his shirt off and Maria placed the bra on him. She hooked it around his back before she walked away from him to go get her socks. As Brett stood alone in her living room, he caught sight of himself in the bra. He was turned on by what he saw in the wall mirror. Maria came back out with the socks and stuffed the bra. She then walked behind him and snapped one of the straps. "Hey," Brett shouted before he blushed. "I always wanted to do that too a guy ever since my cousins used to do it to me. I'm sorry about that. I couldn't resist getting some misdirected revenge on guys since I'll never get this chance with my cousins." Brett smiled and said, "Don't worry about it." Maria nodded and brought out Brett's blouse. He placed it on and figured he would be putting on his tights next, however, Maria told him to put the skirt suit on first. Brett asked about the tights and Maria responded, "I'm going to get them started for you, and then you'll pull them up by yourself. I don't want to be touching your junk. I'm your co-secretary for the day, not TSA after all." Brett nodded. He was a little disappointed that Maria would not be pulling the tights over his member. He felt that her noticing his arousal would make his humiliation all the more deep and exciting. Maria led Brett into her bathroom and told him to get dressed. Brett complied. He pulled of his pants and boxers and replaced it with the skirt. He immediately felt a draft coming up his skirt. That made him wonder how women coped with cold weather. Brett then placed on the jacket and stepped out of the bathroom. Maria walked over and pushed him back inside. She told him to sit on the toilet. Brett did so and watched as Maria rolled the tights down into two donuts and placed his feet inside them. Brett felt a surge or arousal the minute he felt the tights on his skin. Maria worked them up his legs until she got to his skirt. Then she told him that he would have to take it from there. After Maria walked out of the room, Brett dropped his skirt and worked the tights up until the control top rested over his groin. He then reached down and forced his member between his legs. Brett smiled at the tight covered smoothness for a second before he pulled his skirt up. As Brett opened the door and went to walk out of the bathroom, he saw himself in the vanity. He stopped and smiled at the women he appeared to be from the next down. Maria wondered what the hold up was and walked back to the bathroom. She caught sight of him and said, "Silly girl. Don't waste your time admiring yourself until I at least finish with you." Brett nodded and watched as Maria took out her makeup. She sat him back down on the toilet seat and applied foundation, blush, mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss onto Brett's face. When she finished she told him to sit tight. Brett did just that and watched as she came over with the bald cap and wig. She placed them both on his head before she secured the wig with the pins and headband. Maria smiled at what she had made of him and brought Brett over to the mirror. Brett was shocked by the woman staring back at him. While he was not gorgeous, he knew he was not ugly either. He looked like a solid five. Maria smiled at him and said, "Am I good or what?" Brett nodded before he was pulled away from the mirror. She forced his feet into the heels and began his training. She showed him how to walk. Despite occasional missteps, Brett got it down fairly quick. Brett was well aware of how to sit in a skirt, and he showed Maria that he knew he had to cross his legs or sit with his knees together. After proving that, Maria worked on Brett's voice. He adopted a more breathy speaking voice and adopted a thick brogue to disguise his voice. "An Irish lass, huh," Maria smiled as she heard Brett's decidedly feminine sounding voice. "Why not, dear," Brett said imitating an Irish woman he knew. "Do you think you can keep it up all day?" "No problem, dear." "How do you think tomorrow will be then?" "It'll be smashing. It'll be brilliant." Maria shook her head and replied with a smile, "I'm looking forward to it." "Me too, dear," Brett answered with a smirk. "Now, what's your name?" "My name?" Brett asked, uncertain of what she meant before he realized he needed a feminine name for the next day. He smiled and said, "Chantal O'Riordan." Maria was taken back by the choice, but she shrugged her shoulders and said, "You really want to stand out, don't you?" Brett looked at her with a smile. Maria told him to get up and practice walking again. As he did so, he heard a door bell. He froze and stepped behind a wall as Maria went to the door. "William, what are you doing here?" "I had to see you, baby." "Baby?" Brett said in a low voice. He had momentarily forgotten that Maria had a boyfriend, and wondered what the man would think when he caught sight of Brett. Maria remembered that Brett was there and said, "Chantal, come out here and meet my boyfriend William." Brett took a deep breath and tried to smile and walk with confidence as he walked towards William. William smiled at Brett. Brett was unsure if William had realized that Brett was not a woman. However, William leaned in towards him and placed a kiss on Brett's cheek and said, "It's nice to meet you." "You too," Brett said with a smile. The smile was genuine. He was ecstatic at passing as a woman before William. He felt his member enlarging between his legs as he thought about it. "What she doing here?" William asked. "Oh, she's staying the night because her apartment is being fumigated." Brett looked at her with surprise. He had no idea she was planning on forcing him to stay the night. "Really? For what?" William asked. "It doesn't really matter, baby," Maria replied. "Well, I get out of your hair then," William said. "No, don't leave because of me. I can entertain myself," Brett replied. William gave Maria look. Maria smiled and said, "Just a quick one, then you have to go." William nodded and followed her to her bedroom. Brett smiled at them and sat on Maria's couch. He turned on the television and watched it as the sounds of Maria's carnal pleasure filled the room. Brett began to rub his crotch through his skirt and tights as he imagined being in Maria's place and experiencing what she was going through. He had never thought of having sex with a man before that night, but now the idea of pleasing one of them was running through his head. He almost wanted to barge in and join them; however, he knew that such an idea was foolishness. Maria came out of her room not long after she entered it. William followed her out and kissed her goodbye. Maria then sat down with William and said, "I'm going to order a pizza. You want any?" "Sure," Brett replied with a smile. Later, as they ate the pizza, Brett asked, "How was the sex?" Maria nearly chocked and said, "How was that?" "Well, I'm supposed to be a girl. So isn't that something girls ask each other about?" Maria blushed and said, "Okay, girlfriend, I'll tell you. It wasn't his A game." Brett laughed before Maria continued, "Some times he aims to please me, tonight was all about him, but I let it be because I didn't want to leave you alone for too long." Brett smiled as he thought about being subjected to a selfish lover, which he had been guilty of being himself from time to time. After they finished eating, Maria took him into one of her two guest rooms and told him he would be staying the night. Brett asked, "Why am I staying here?" "It's easier for you. You don't want to be driving in heels with no practice." "But what about my toothbrush..." "I've got a new one for you, and I've even got one of Annabella's old nighties for you to sleep in." Brett blushed as he thought about sleeping in a nightie in the girlish room that Maria made available for him. Brett nodded and said he would stay. Maria was happy to hear it and they went back into the living room where Brett continued practicing being Chantal. At 11, they turned in for the night. Brett undressed and hung up his skirt suit and blouse and placed his tights and bra on top of the white dresser in the room. Brett looked around the room as he watched the television in it. The walls were all pastel pink, and the ceiling and the floor had white molding, just like Maria's room. For a moment he felt he was as girly as she was while he touched his satin nightie before he turned off the television and went to sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day, Brett awoke in the flowerily smelling room. He pushed himself out of bed and took a shower. He then got ready once more with Maria's help. Maria then drove him to the office that day. Maria walked into the office first as Brett followed closely behind her. Nina was already in the office and came out of her office when she heard the front door open. She smiled at Brett before she burst out laughing. As she collected herself, Nina said, "You look great, Brett. I can't believe that's you." "It's Chantal," Brett countered with a smile. Nina laughed some more as she heard his brogue and said, "Yes, of course, dear." Annabella then walked into the office and caught sight of Brett. She smirked and looked him over before she said, "Not bad. Not bad at all. I wouldn't have thought you'd make such a fine girl." "Thanks," Brett replied with his brogue once more. "What's that about?" Annabella asked with a smile. "She's a tall Irish lass," Maria answered. "Really, what's your name, lassie," Annabella inquired as she played along. "It's Chantal O'Riordan." Annabella started to laugh as Deborah walked in and saw him. She was a bit surprised about how he looked. She felt a little worried that he looked better than her. Although she was confident, that she had looked better than him before she had kids. As Deborah walked towards him, Annabella said, "Deborah, I'd like you to meet, Chantal O'Riordan?" "Chantal?" Deborah asked with a smile. "My father was French," Brett replied. "So was Annabella's," Deborah answered. "Really," Brett asked Annabella. Annabella nodded before Nina said, "Okay, play time's over, girls. This is a place of business." Annabella and Deborah went into their offices as did Nina. Maria smiled at Brett and sat him down at a chair she dragged over to her oversized desk. She sat him down and said, "Are you ready to be a secretary?" Brett nodded and was told, "Good, go make a pot of coffee." Brett laughed and got to his feet. He walked over to the sink and added water to the coffee maker. He then finished putting in the coffee and turned on the machine. He walked back to Maria's desk and was handed a file of papers that needed to be copied. While the coffee brewed him, Brett made copies for Deborah and Nina. He felt aroused as he thought about what he was doing. He smiled at the fact that he was really their secretary for the day. He was even more aroused by the reality that he was the junior secretary. It was clear to him that since Maria was more experienced she too was considered his boss for the day. Brett brought the copies to Nina and Deborah, who both requested a cup of coffee. Brett made both cups up to their specifications and carried them into their offices. He placed them down with out a word of thanks and headed back to Maria's desk. He struggled to situate himself as he squashed his erection as he took a seat. He did not sit for long as he saw a woman enter the office as Maria closed the bathroom door behind her. "Can I help you miss," Brett asked the striking red haired woman. "Yes, I'm Simone Tinsley. I'm here to see Miss Stefani." "Is she expecting you?" "Yes, I have an appointment me to see her." Brett nodded and buzzed Nina. "Miss Stefani, there's a Miss Tinsley here to see you." "Send her in, Chantal." Brett nodded and said, "She'll see you now, Miss Tinsley." "Please call me, Simone." Brett smiled and sat back down at Maria's desk. The phone rang soon after. Brett fielded the call the way he did when Simone had called on Tuesday. That was the call that changed everything for him. He answered the call with the same ease and sureness about himself. However, he felt different answering the phone while wearing a skirt. It felt right to him. He felt as if he was doing what he was meant to do even if it was decidedly less glamorous then the life he had been living as a man. That life seemed to him to be a lie. He thought it was the product of not having the chance to lead a feminine life before. Now, that he knew the truth about himself, he wondered if he could go back. He understood why he was frequently praised for his female characters. In his mind he was a submissive girl and not the man he was expected to be. Brett took a message from the women he talked to and put down the phone. Maria walked over and asked who called. Brett gave her the message and told her that Nina was currently in a meeting. Maria nodded and sat beside Brett as he began to fill out some forms. Maria watched with a smile as she answered calls and saw Brett diligently filling out paper work. She could not believe that he seemed to enjoy the activity she considered tedious. 'What a weird guy', she thought. After Simone left, Nina made Brett call in the lunch order. As he waited for the order to be ready to be picked up, Brett was tasked with cleaning the table the office workers ate at. Brett did so with a smile on his face that prompted Maria to laugh a little as she thought, 'What a silly girl. I can't believe she enjoys this.' Maria then paused as she realized that she had thought of Brett as a girl. She shook her head and began to wonder if he did as well. Shortly after he finished cleaning, Brett walked out of the office and picked up the order down the street. He carried it back and placed it on the table. All the girls came over and ate and talked about their days. Brett listened intently and tried to keep up with their conversations. After eating lunch, Brett took to sorting the mail. He then delivered it to the girls. As Nina took her mail from his hands, she told him to hold up. Brett looked at her as she reached into her desk and pulled out a dry- cleaning receipt. She told him, "Go next door and pick this up. Will you dear?" "Yes, Miss Stefani," Brett replied with a docile smile. Nina noticed how relaxed Brett looked. She had not seen him that way since college. She smiled as she watched him walk out looking every bit the woman he was trying to pass himself off as. "Where you off to?" Maria asked as she saw Brett heading for the door. "I'm getting Miss Stefani's dry cleaning." Maria nodded and went back to work. As he stepped out of the office, Maria leaned back and thought to herself, 'He's really at ease. He doesn't even seem afraid of being discovered anymore.' Brett opened up the dry cleaner's door and walked inside. He gave the woman the ticket. Since Nina had paid when she dropped it off, they handed the dress over to him. Brett smiled and told the Korean woman behind the counter to have a nice day. She responded in kind. Brett was elated as he walked out of there. He knew that he had passed yet again. Brett walked back into the office with his head held high with a smile on his face and his chest out. He brought the dress into Nina's office and helped her find a place to hang it up. He then walked back to Maria's desk. Maria handed him some files and told him to put them away. Brett took them with a smile as he strolled over to the file cabinet. Maria shook her head as she watched him. Brett walked with complete ease in his heels. It almost seemed to her that he had a lifetime of practice despite what she had seen the day before. She watched the sway of his steps as he walked and thought how overtly feminine it was. She was confused by his behavior as he filed the papers. Brett then dropped one. He bent down at the knees to pick it up. Maria noticed and smiled as she thought, 'She picked it up like a girl.' Shortly after he finished filing the documents, Annabella walked over to Brett and handed him a document and told him to fax it to the number on the paper. Brett nodded and complied with her order. He felt excited complying with it. He liked feeling beneath the women he was surrounded by. They all seemed more dominant then he could ever be. As the day neared its end, Maria could no longer hold her tongue about what she had seen Brett do all day. She looked at him and asked, "How did you enjoy yourself today, Chantal?" "It was okay," Brett said, trying to conceal his enjoyment since he was not sure how Maria and the others would respond if they knew what he was truly thinking. Maria nodded and said, "You seemed to really enjoy some of your tasks." "I suppose," Brett answered. "You really got the whole walking in heels thing down quickly." "Thank you," Brett replied as he blushed at the thought of being complemented for being able to do such a feminine thing. "You're welcome, dear. Now, will you be back tomorrow." "Of course." "No, I mean will you, Chantal, be back." Brett paused. He badly wanted to, but he was not sure if she should admit that. Nina came out of her office and had overheard what Maria asked Brett. Nina looked him over as did Annabella and Deborah who stepped out their offices carrying their pocketbooks, which Brett found himself suddenly jealous of. Annabella asked, "What's going on now?" "Chantal's staying on," Nina said. "I knew it," Annabella exclaimed. Brett looked at her for a moment with a slack jaw. He had not agreed to anything, but he wondered what she knew. Then Deborah said, "I'm glad I wasn't the only one who noticed. She's so girly. I knew there was no way she was going back." Brett was startled to hear Deborah confirm Annabella's view. It was a view he shared. Brett's belief that he had been able to conceal his enjoyment was destroyed. He knew that the girls all knew it too. He looked at Maria who smiled and said, "I've never seen you look so at ease." "I just felt right," Brett admitted as he batted away tears. Nina walked over to him and hugged him. She smiled and said, "It's okay, dear. I understand." Deborah and Annabella nodded before Annabella said, "We don't hold it against you, Chantal. We know the truth now. You were always supposed to be this way." Brett nodded. He agreed with their assessment of him even though part of him screamed to deny it. He could not bring himself to though. Maria smiled and said, "Can we find him a job here?" Nina paused and said, "I was planning on expanding the business come the summer anyway, so I think we can find him a job. I thought we'd need another secretary going forward anyway." Maria responded, "That's great. Chantal, you could be working with me everyday." Brett blushed and smiled and said, "Well, I haven't been offered the job." Nina smiled and offered it to him. While his better judgment told him to turn it down and go back to writing, Brett took the offer. The girls congratulated him before Annabella and Deborah left for the night. Maria and Nina were left there with him. Maria told Nina that she had driven Brett to the office that day, so Nina said, "Well, Chantal, since you're our new junior secretary. I suppose I should take you out to dinner too." "That's really not necessary." "Well, I don't want to wait for Maria to drop you off, so I want you to come. That's an order," Nina responded with a smile. Brett felt a strange arousal about being ordered about, even if it was done playfully. He followed Maria to Nina's car and got in the backseat. He smiled as Nina drove them towards a restaurant for their Secretary's Day dinner.