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Good News, Bad News, Part 6
Note readers: This section marks a transition and establishes a
foundation for an extended and sustainable continuing story in which our
reluctant "heroine" gradually comes to terms with her new life and earns
the respect of those around her. Those who have read my previous stories
will recognize this pattern, as I tend to quickly lose interest once the
person reaches a level of helpless victimhood and degradation from which
recovery seems unlikely. As a result, I either engineer a "turnaround"
(sometimes more convincingly than others, I admit!) or just let the
story hang their unfinished. I feel that revealing the inner resiliency
and personal power of our subject affirms the CD/TS/TG that so many of
us have adopted or longed for. I plan to have some great fun with
various operations, inner struggles and revised personal goals! I think
Michelle is turning out to be one of the stronger characters about whom
I've written.
At last, personal shopper Sandra and I were back in her car, with only
one or two gawkers in sight. Perhaps having access to the mall's private
parking area making a difference, and I hoped perhaps my humiliations
were becoming old news on the Internet.
To put it kindly, I was dressed like a cheap hooker, in a tight red
dress that barely covered my bare crotch. Showing clearly below the hem
were the black-and-silver garters holding up trashy fishnet stockings.
My "hooker heels" were beginning to rub a blister.
"Here. Look at your makeup. You are hilarious," said Sandra, pulling
down the visor mirror. Chrystal, the MAC makeover artist, had lined my
eyes heavily in purple on top and bottom, using a liquid liner extending
upward, where a bold purple shadow formed a distinct "V" in the outer
eye, with a luminescent silver on the lid. My lips were a bright red,
with a darker red liner and gloss.
Sandra pulled out of the parking deck. "We're going to meet Laney," she
said.
I rode in silence for a few seconds. "At that leather bar you
mentioned?"
She chuckled. "No. That was just a false trail to hopefully give us a
little relief from the people following you around. We're going to
IHOP."
"I can't go in there like this!" I said.
"Why not? They don't have a dress code that I'm aware of. Besides, I
just got a text from Laney. She's already there."
Five minutes later, we pulled into the International House of Pancakes
parking lot, and to my relief, there were no throngs of voyeurs. Laney
had obtained a booth toward the front of the store, by the window.
"Wow!" said Laney, who stood up and surveyed me up and down. "You don't
even look like the same person I dropped off at the spa this morning.
Well, how do you feel?"
"Overwhelmed," I said.
"Yet, he's been enjoying it all, I think. He kept popping hard-ons all
day," said Sandra, producing a loud laugh from Laney and from an
additional female voice that had come up behind us. We turned to see our
waitress, a fortyish woman with short hair, long earrings and little or
no makeup. "I'm Inez, and I'll be your server this evening. It's an
honor to meet you, Mr. Powers. I've heard so much about you," she said.
"Would you care for some coffee?"
"Yes, please. Decaf." She returned with cups for me and Sandra and
topped off Laney's cup. "So what're you going to have?" Laney ordered an
omelette for herself and a fruit bowl for me. "He's got to lose some
weigh to fit better into those dresses," she told the waitress.
"Just coffee for me," said Sandra.
"I stayed away today, because I didn't want to hover over Sandra and the
others. At any rate, I had some things to take care of in the office."
"My office?"
"Yes, April - your personnel director - called me with some concerns
about how you're going to be effective as leader of Powers Design in
your new ... style, so we did some brainstorming about that. Being
technically the 51% shareholder, as well as nominally your wife, I was
the natural person for her to turn to. As you can appreciate, there's
quite a buzz around the office."
I knew it! Even though I'd done everything Laney had asked, she was
going to double cross me, fire me as CEO and leave me penniless. Or
worse.
"I know what you're thinking, and the answer is no. You'll continue
indefinitely as president of the firm, and if anything you'll take a
more active role in its day to day activities. You kept your end of the
bargain, and I'm keeping mine," she said.
Just then, April walked into the restaurant and came over to the table.
"Good timing," said Sandra. "I think my work is done for the day. You
can have my seat, April."
April slid in across from Laney and me. "Cross your legs, Boss. I could
see too much when I came around the corner. You can't do that at the
office. He's hard again, by the way. He's loving this," she said to
Laney and the departing Sandra, loud enough for the waitress, Inez to
hear as she showed up with the food. Inez smirked.
"So now what?" I asked.
"Shut up," said April. "We have some policy issues to cover with you. As
personnel director, I set policies for everyone, including you - work
hours, benefits, review processes, dress codes and such. We ran into a
little problem today when it became clear that the rules need some
tweaking - to say the least - for you to function with your new look.
"What new look? I went along with this today, but I never agreed to
anything more!"
"No?" said April. "It seems to me you agreed to whatever allows you to
retain control of the firm, and that means the shareholders can make a
change anytime they wish. In short, you will remain president and CEO at
Laney's pleasure."
"No matter who has what powers, I can't work dressed like this," I said.
"I agree," said Laney. "You'll have plenty of business dresses and
skirts for the office. But to be a fully functional woman, you need to
build up a base of experiences that mimic what we all went through as we
were growing up. The awkwardness of adolescence. Learning to handle
unwanted advances. Dressing like a slutty teenage girl in her rebellious
stage. These are all essential parts of your growth," she said.
"So these clothes are just for today?" I asked hopefully.
"Not by a long shot," said Laney. "You'll dress like 'sex on a stick'
for a while, but only in non-work hours. At work, you'll wear
respectable career dresses and conservative makeup."
"People are still not going to take me seriously," I protested. "Why
can't I just work as a male and do drag after hours? Lots of people do
that."
"It'd just be too confusing," said April. "The way we handle this
transition is critical to your future success and the success of the
firm. I think we're all committed to that. So here is the plan. Monday
morning, we issue a press release addressing the rumors that have been
going around ..."
"A bit more than rumors, I'd say," the waitress Inez interrupted. "Sorry
... was bringing your coffee and couldn't help overhearing."
"That's ok," said Laney. "Yes, a bit more than rumors, but continue,
April." Inez took the hint and went back to the kitchen.
"Here's the press release. I brought you a copy," April said.
POWERS DESIGN PRESIDENT TO LEAD COMPANY AS FEMALE
Mike Powers, founder and president of Powers Design, will continue to
lead the company through a unique leadership transition as he fulfills a
longtime desire to live full-time as a female. Effective immediately,
his name has been legally changed to Michelle, and his official gender
will be listed as female. Accordingly, Michelle Powers will dress and
act consistently with her new designation.
While there has been a great deal of public interest in the personal
life of our leader, the company will comply fully with HIPPA
requirements and release no information - now or future - regarding our
CEO's mental or physical health care and decisions. We ask that this
privacy be respected.
The following quotation may be attributed to Michelle Powers: "We all
make decisions in our personal lives that are nobody's business. As a
company, we have always respected such lifestyle decisions as long as
the employee continued to adhere to company policies, and I will do so.
I remain exactly the same person, with the same education, skills and
track record. Our employees and clients can be assured that they will
continue to receive the excellent service for which we have always been
known."
I folded the press release and exhaled heavily. "So I dress as a female
from now on, right?"
"Yes," said April. "And you'll have my full support as personnel
director, as well as Laney's as majority stockholder."
"And what if I decide to dress as a male now and then?"
"That would be a problem. While you were out today, I had the Salvation
Army come by and get all of your male clothing - shoes, underwear, suits
and all. Today's shopping represents your entire wardrobe. Well, not
quite. I have bought some other things to ensure that you have plenty of
selection. Love your hair, by the way."
"Thanks."
April continued. "After the press release goes out, you'll meet with all
employees at 11 to assure them of your continued ability to lead the
company. And by the way, neither of us doubts that ability in the least.
Then we'll take you over to Channel 4 for a taped interview with anchor
Daria Henley, who will feature the exclusive interview on the Six
O'Clock News. Daria and I have gone over the ground rules, and she will
limit her questions to the impact of your new lifestyle on your work."
"Why can't we just keep a low profile and let this die down?" I asked.
"Our PR people tell me that the best way to make this die down is to get
the news out there officially. Once it's a matter of record, you won't
be news any more, and you can get on with your new life. You'll still
have fans who take photos of you in public, but there won't be anything
left to expose," said April.
There seemed to be little left to talk about. After a few moments of
silence, I said, "So that's it?"
"For now, for the office. There's obviously a lot to be discussed
between the two of you that's none of my business. I won't need to be
involved in that except when you need to get approval for benefits or
time off for any medical procedures you may wish to undergo," said
April.
We parted ways, with Laney driving me home.
"What procedures?" I asked.
"A few things will be necessary - medically and otherwise - for your new
life. For one thing, once your vestigal maleness is erased, it'll be
easier for you to accept my own lifestyle choices, which will include
whatever lovers I choose to take on. This will be completely open, so
you'll never have to wonder. Sometimes I will be getting a lot of sex,
and sometimes not so much." She shrugged. "That's just the way things
go, right?"
"What about me?"
"What about you?"
"What do I get in the way of sex?"
"Remember I mentioned that vestigial maleness thing? Well, you know
better than I that every time a male has an orgasm, he gets uppity and
loses interest in serving the women around him. I can't allow that to
happen. We have one more stop to make," she said. We pulled into a
tattoo parlor.
"Ah. We were expecting you," said a burly guy covered with tattoos. "The
jewelry is already sterilized and the area is prepped."
"What jewelry?" I asked.
"You're getting five piercings. One's called a Prince Albert - a PA, for
short. It heals quickly and will be used to attach this." She pulled a
black device out of her purse. "Meet your future. It's a PA-5000,
designed to prevent you from having orgasms. See that cylinder lock?
I'll have the keys, and you'll get out when I say you can. It's secured
by the PA piercing. Unfortunately, you have to heal first, so we can't
put it on for a couple of weeks, so we're putting some 10g piercings
along the top and bottom of your shaft to make it impossible for you to
masturbate or have sex. When the PA heals, we'll take those out, because
the device will prevent any unauthorized monkey spanking," she said.
The piercings went was surprisingly quickly. The piercer inserted the PA
jewelry, which hurt briefly, then did two piercings on the top of my
shaft and on the frenum. "That should do it," said the piercer. "It
doesn't leave him much to work with, and it would hurt like hell."
She thanked him and we went home, where she showed me my new closet of
female clothing. "I've got it nicely organized so that the career
clothes are on the right and the slutty stuff is on the left. All skirts
and dresses. No pants. No flats. At least not until you learn how to
dress properly and it becomes second nature."
"What about these procedures you and April mentioned?"
"Awww, I know you're eager to get on with it, but we must save something
for tomorrow, don't you think? Put on one of those nighties for me and
let's go to bed. You can sleep with me tonight. In fact, I'd like your
tongue between my legs while I go to sleep. Once I'm clearly asleep, you
can sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. Goodnight princess!"
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