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It may seem surprising that I am a secretary. After all, I am a 27 year-
old male with a college degree in finance. The advertisement described
the position as 'administrative assistant,' but at the first interview I
knew that it was to become someone's secretary. Still, I beat out 20
other candidates to get the job.
Maybe being raised by a strict step-mother and older sister caused me to
become a little effeminate. At 5' 4" and 130 pounds soaking wet, I was
never a good athlete or into sports. When the other boys were out
playing, I was with mother helping with cooking and housework. And my
sister, Kerri, used to boss me around to no end. I even had to help her
get ready for dates in high school by helping with her hair and makeup.
She even taught me how to give manicures and pedicures. Her friends used
to come over just to have me do their nails.
It was this kind of upbringing that gave me sort of a submissive streak.
I always seemed to gravitate towards powerful women. That is probably
why I was so excited when I became Ms. Johnson's secretary. Little did I
know at the time what was in store for me?
Ms. Tamara Johnson is on the fast track at age 35. She manages a staff
of 22 at the Roadside Inn Motel. At over 6' in heels, Ms. Johnson
resembles a thinner Tyra Banks. She is an intimidating presence with her
thick black hair (weave), large hoop earrings, and two inch fingernails.
The nails are the kind that curve over because they are so long?the kind
that people stare at out in public. The nails are sort of her trademark.
Ms. Johnson always wears sexy business suits, mostly from Ann Taylor.
Ms. Johnson immediately sensed my submissive side during my first
interview. She even asked me if I had ever worn a dress. I sheepishly
told her about the time I went as a bridesmaid to a Halloween party. It
was my sister Kerri's idea to dress me up. Ms. Johnson told me that her
last two secretaries were male.
The job is a traditional secretarial position. Ms. Johnson expects me to
bring her coffee in the morning, type letters during the day, and assist
her anyway possible. My hours are from 9 to 5, but sometimes we work
until eight at night. It is always clear that she is in total control.
My job is to obey and serve. She always says, "I don't pay you to
think."
Everything was going well until a few weeks ago when the motel
housekeeping was short handed because two girls left unexpectedly. Ms.
Johnson volunteered me to help out. The idea of being a motel maid was
humiliating. Even if it was only to be for a short period of time. The
worst part is that I was expected to wear the same uniform as the other
girls. It consists of a grey and black cotton dress, nude stockings, and
white shoes.
I vehemently objected to wearing a dress, but Ms. Johnson intervened.
She said, "It will only be for a few weeks. Wearing a dress will be fun
if you give it a chance. You will fit in better with the other girls.
By the way, your new name will be 'Staci' rather than 'Stanley.'' She
seemed to be enjoying my predicament.
Well, I showed up for work for my first day in housekeeping in my
uniform. It was totally embarrassing. One of the housekeepers,
LaShaunda, made me feel much better. She said, "Girl, with a little
makeup and a wig, you will have all the boys chasing after you." It sort
of broke the ice. The other girls knew that I had no choice in the
matter.
It sort of seemed natural to be wearing a dress while doing housekeeping.
Still, wearing pantyhose instead of pants is hard to get used to.
My three weeks in housekeeping went by quickly. I became very good at
dusting, cleaning, and turning beds. The other girls thought I was a
natural, but I looked forward to going back to being Ms. Johnson's
secretary.
Ms. Johnson decided that she could take advantage of my housekeeping
skills. She called me into her office and proclaimed, "Staci, I have
decided that you will become my live-in housekeeper and secretary." I
didn't know what to say. She went on, "You will move in with me and my
boyfriend, Derrick, as soon as possible. Don't bring any clothes because
I have tons of outfits for you to wear."
The thought of living with Ms. Johnson was both intriguing and
frightening. It sure would be nice to live in a better place. But I
would have to be at her beck and call 24/7. Plus, what did she mean by
'don't bring any clothes'? Did she expect me to continue wearing
dresses?
Well, Ms. Johnson seemed set on the idea. She demanded that I make
arrangements to move in by Friday. Derrick would help me move and he
would take care of closing my old apartment. I was in for a new life.
Ms. Johnson said, "Make sure you wear pants when you move because it will
be the last time. Derrick is excited to have you as our housekeeper. He
would never have gone for this if you were a man." Did Ms. Johnson
realize that I was a man?
I called my older sister, Kerri, for advice. She started sobbing when I
told her about my situation. She said, "I always knew you were more of a
girl. Remember when I used to dress you up for Halloween? This is going
to be wonderful." She added, "There may be some things about being a
girl that you don't like, but it is part of the deal. Wait until you
meet your first boy. I am so excited for you! I wish mother was still
alive. She would be so proud of you."
Everything was moving so fast. But Kerri was right. I had been pushed
in this direction since I was a kid. Deep down, I knew this is what I
wanted. I just worried that Ms. Johnson was too strict and demanding.
Once I moved in, I would be totally dependent on Ms. Johnson and Derrick.
I even had to sign over my direct deposited paychecks to Derrick. In a
sense, I was now their property.
Ms. Johnson gave me a small bedroom behind the laundry room. It had a
bed, a desk, and a lamp. Derrick packed my belongings away. I am not
sure what he did with all of my stuff.
Derrick and Ms. Johnson had been dating for about three years. He is
some sort of investment banker. Very successful for a 30 year old. He
resembles the rapper Usher because they are both clean cut with chiseled,
perfect bodies. They make a hot couple.
The first day, Ms. Johnson handed me a few dresses to be put in my
closet. These were 1950's housewife type dresses. I was to wear these
whenever doing housework. Each day, I was to come into her bedroom in
the morning to receive my outfit on days that I was working at the motel.
So, Monday morning, I came into her bedroom. Derrick had already left
for work. Ms. Johnson was just wearing a bra and panties. She told me
to strip naked. I did as I was told. She handed me a bra and panties to
put on. She then said, "Let's get started doing our makeup."
There I was with this gorgeous black goddess in a bra and panties. We
were like two girlfriends getting ready for work.
Ms. Johnson applied my makeup. She focused on my eyes?giving me lashes
and thick shadow. She then outlined my lips and showed me how to apply
lip stick. Then, she picked out a black wig?sort of a pageboy cut. Ms.
Johnson said, "Today, I want you to wear this pink and black business
suit. You will wear these adorable fishnets. I have a great pair of 6
inch heels to match your skirt."
"All of this will take time to get used to. I am hoping that you will
become a total girly-girl," she added.
When we were both dressed, we finally could leave for work. I used to
just throw on a pair of pants and a shirt to go to work. Now, it was a
long involved process.
At work, everyone was surprised by my appearance. Most of the women were
very complimentary. The men gave me a few wolf whistles, but having Ms.
Johnson as my boss gave me protection. Working in 6 inch heels would
take some time to get used to,
Wednesday was to be a housework day. I would work at home, dressed in a
housedress. Ms. Johnson gave me a list of what she wanted done. I
asked her if it was OK to wear pants when I went outside to clean the
garage. She replied, "Staci, you will never wear pants! If you ever ask
again, you will be punished!" She added, "Make sure to iron all of your
master's tee shirts. He can be very finicky."
That was the first time she referred to Derrick as my master. It felt
very uncomfortable at first. But I guess he was my master. I could not
disobey him. He controlled my finances and my life.
Thankfully, Ms. Johnson allowed me to wear only 3 inch heels to do
housework. I sort of missed being at the motel. LaShaunda from
housekeeping was to fill in for me when I was to work at home. She liked
being a secretary. Hopefully, she would not do too good of a job. It
worried me that I was going to lose my job at the motel.
On Saturday, Ms. Johnson decided to have me come along for her weekly
manicure. She said it was a 'girl's day out.' She instructed Tanya, my
manicurist, to give me 1.5 inch long sculptured nails. I was mortified!
How would I be able to file and type? Tanya decided to do my nails in
fire engine red. Then, she pierced my ears and inserted three inch hoop
earrings. I thanked her again and again?but that was no enough.
Ms. Johnson said, "Tanya, let me know when you need a housekeeper and I
could send Staci over to do your place. She does a great job!" Now, Ms.
Johnson was lending me out to a 19 year old manicurist. But in some
strange way, it no longer bothered me. I was expected to be totally
submissive.
As time went on, my routine became mostly in a housekeeping capacity.
Even at the motel, Ms. Johnson told me that from now on I would be the
office girl?and LaShaunda's assistant. So, I spent most days dressed in
a cotton house dress. However, I made sure to wear makeup, jewelry, and
heels.
Both Derrick and Ms. Johnson were happy with my progress. I would
occasionally get punished, but I usually deserved it. For example, the
motel was having its annual picnic/softball game. I asked Ms. Johnson if
it would be OK to wear shorts and gym shoes to the event. She angrily
replied, "Young lady, you know that you cannot ever wear pants! Just for
that, you are going to dress in a totally slutty outfit for the picnic.
You will wear a tiny skintight leather mini, fishnets, and 7 inch
stilettos. I will do your hair and makeup!"
I dreaded going to the picnic dressed that way. It was humiliating.
Everyone else was wearing comfortable clothes because it was nearly 90
degrees. I showed up with a blonde wig, overdone makeup, and that slutty
outfit. I could barely get across the grass in my heels. Chester, one
of the janitors at the motel had to help me. I gave him a hug and kiss
on the cheek.
Later, Ms. Johnson arranged for Chester to drive me home. I was scared
to take a ride with him. Keep in mind, my weight is down to around 125.
Chester is 6' 2" and weighs at least 300 pounds. He is a huge African
American man. I was terrified. Plus, Chester had a few beers at the
picnic.
Ms. Johnson thought it was cute to fix me up with Chester. She said,
"Staci, when you thank him for the ride, make sure to drink every drop.
I don't want any semen on my leather mini." Then Derrick added, "I am so
proud of you Staci. This will be your first blowjob. I wish I had my
camera." They both laughed at my predicament.
When Chester finally got me to the house, we parked in his truck. He
offered me some weed and we both just sat there getting high and
listening to tunes. He started to edge close to me and we started to
make out. I felt like it was high school, except this time I was the
girl. It felt so strange to be kissing while wearing lipstick.
Then, I reached towards his groin area?noticing that he was totally hard.
I unzipped his fly, and teased his throbbing member with my newly painted
long fingernails. Then, I scooted over and gave Chester the best blowjob
of his life. I was a natural! I licked every last drop as he came like
a stallion. I kissed the head of his cock and said thank you. I then
redid my lipstick and gave him a kiss goodnight...
When Ms. Johnson asked me how it went with Chester, I said, "He was a
perfect gentleman. Thank you for letting him take me home." At the same
time, I was thinking how embarrassing it will be to see Chester at the
motel. Maybe he was too drunk to remember...
Each day, when Ms. Johnson and I get dressed, she reminds me to put on a
gaffe to smooth my groin area. She has been making me take female
hormones to prevent hardons. I appreciate this, but I fear that I am
becoming so girlish that I could never turn back.
With electrolysis and the hormones, my body has very little hair. My
body is so womanly that I no longer would feel comfortable wearing a pair
of pants. Derrick wants me to go as a man for Halloween, but I would
look totally ridiculous.
I have become more and more subservient. Ms. Johnson expects me to call
her 'Mistress' when we are not at work. The other day, she said if I do
a good job cleaning LaShaunda's house, she will allow me to lick her feet
as a reward. And my master has loaned me out to some of his friends.
Sometimes, they just want quick blowjobs. Other times, I am expected to
give them the total girlfriend experience?making out etc.
So, it did not surprise me when both my mistress and master decided to
take me to Dr. Hopkins for breast implants. They thought it would be a
good idea to increase my breast size to make everything permanent. I was
scared of the surgery. But more importantly, it scared me to commit to
womanhood. I still considered myself a man. Once I had breasts that
would no longer be the case.
Dr. Hopkins seemed like a good doctor. He handed me a Playboy magazine
and asked me to point out breasts that I liked. It didn't really matter,
because Ms. Johnson would make the final decision. I just wanted small,
perky breasts.
My mistress wanted me to have huge breasts. She said that a set of DDD
boobs would be perfect?so I would always be reminded of my womanhood.
To pay for the breasts, Dr. Hopkins made me sign all sorts of papers. I
was to work every Saturday as his office girl for the next three years to
pay for the surgery.
In closing...
I now have had DDD breasts for over a year. Dr. Hopkins has been pleased
with my work as his office girl. He even pierced my tongue so that I
could perform better...if you know what I mean. My mistress and master
are planning to raise a family together after they get married next year.
I will happily serve as their nanny and housekeeper.
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