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Out Manouvered. Authors Note. I'd like to say a huge thank you to Ramona Flowers for the proof read and edit. Thanks Ramona, you're a star! Out Manouvered By Trish. Tottering along hanging on to Rick's arm I felt a mixture of apprehension and fear as he led me to the restaurant. In the back of my head I could hear a voice asking what the hell I was doing? Men should not go to a business dinner wearing a pair of needle thin five inch heels, a little black dress over expensive matching lingerie and stockings, with my face made-up and my hair intricately fastened in a hairdo? I felt like a right idiot! Having to dress and look like I belonged in my smart business skirt suit for work during the day was bad enough but at least the skirt suit covered me, unlike this bloody dress which made me feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable. Quelling the voices by telling myself for the umpteenth time that it my own fault and there was not much I could do about it, I was again struck by the surreal sequence of events that led from a simple interdepartmental wager to me being here dressed like a high class trollop clinging to the arm of my bosses son. Rick and I first met when we were next door neighbours at University. I was in my first year of an IT degree and Rick was a qualified commercial lawyer, doing a full time postgraduate MA in production management. Obviously with us being in totally different departments we did not socialise much away from the house. I guess at first I was not really disposed to like him mainly because I was raised in a care home and found Ricks public school attitudes and sliver spoon upbringing more than a little strange, but as I got to know him over the year I found he was very entertaining company and came to enjoy the odd evenings we spent in the shared kitchen putting the world to rights. In the eighteen months or so we were neighbours we only bumped into each other once outside the house and that was at the student unions end of year fancy dress party just before he qualified. He was there with his rugby playing mates dressed as 1930's gangsters, while I had been talked/conned into going dressed as a 'rock-chick' by one of my nerd-girl friends who had gone for the convincing look, and succeeded! When we bumped into each other by the bar it was pretty clear that Rick had been delightedly shocked by how convincingly feminine I looked. With the stresses of exams and the like we had not chatted for a week or so and I was enjoying catching up with him at the bar until my nerd mates grabbed me to freak out one of our tutors! Little did I know that the twenty minutes or so I spent with him at the bar would have a profound effect on how things turned out when we met again a year later after I graduated. With out knowing it I applied for a pre-masters development post with his family business and I am not sure who was more surprised when I bumped into him in the canteen on my induction day! I thought I knew Rick well enough to understand that there was a sound business reason why he wanted me go with him dressed as a girl for that first meeting with Wallace's & Co. Although on the surface not the most organised of people Rick never left things to chance when it came to business, and he must have seen from the moment he found out about the background of Wallace's owners that taking a cross dressed PA with him would demonstrate with out pushing the issue that he represented a company who shared their a positive attitude towards transgendered employees. It does not matter how I look at what happened, if I had been in Rick's place and I was aware of how convincingly feminine a male member of staff could look I would have done what he did and set that person up, which is what he did to me! Rick got lucky when he found out that a former squeeze of his called Wendy was my best friend in the company who for reasons of her own was more than willing to go along with his plan. Wendy and I had hit it off from the day we met, like me she was single and intended to stay that way. Noticing how we got on our respective workmates kept trying to fix us up together pretty much from the day I joined the company. Since I was far more interested in code than girls and was nothing like 'hunky' enough to be Wendy's type we were free to just friends even if some did think that we shared more than just the same tastes in music and films. By the time the 'Admin' department trashed IT at the company sports day Wendy and I had been going out as friends regularly enough to have crashed at each other places a couple of times, so I thought nothing of it when she suggested I stayed at her place the night before the forfeit the IT nerds owed Admin was due so she could get me 'ready' for work. Of all the office girls Wendy was the most enthusiastic about insuring the IT boys had to dress as 'office' girls for the day, and had commented to me more than once when we had a little to much to drink that she thought I was to pretty to be a boy. After work the night before the wager was due I went home with her and went half's with her on a big bottle of wine to go with the take out dinner. Over a couple of glasses of wine as we ate Wendy asked if I wanted to go for the OTT drag queen look or something more convincing. Recalling how much fun I had at the student party and in my nerd-girl friends wardrobe I wanted to stay convincing but did not have the balls and said, "Erm what do you think?" Shovelling a fork full of sweet and sour pork into my mouth to hide my distress. "Well what I would like to do, is go mad and get you as convincing as I can." Wendy grinned, "Because I bet if you'll let me I could have you passing as a real girl no problem?" I blushed and said nodding, "Er okay?" "You will?" She grinned asking if I had ever dressed up in women clothing before. I told her all about going to the fancy dress party in drag, but I was too embarrassed to admit that as a thirteen year old I had adored wearing the clothes of the daughter of a family I was fostered with. The conversation flitted round how she could dress me given the constraints of a staff uniform until I said, "Well do what you want, and I'm game so long as I don't look stupid when you're done." Wendy wore a beaming ear to ear grin on her face as she said. "But to do this properly I'll have to pop a temporary colour in your hair and pluck your eyebrows, and likely need to use some stay fast make up, is that okay with you?" "Erm yeah I guess... I'm in your hands?" Before the words were out of my mouth she grabbed my hand dragged me into the bathroom and said, "Lose the clothes," and handed me her electric ladies razor telling me as she bounded back into her flat. "Shave your legs and armpits with that, and the call me once you're in the tub?" I did as she asked and Wendy reappeared clucking to her self about having too much to do and not enough time. Giggling to herself she handed me another large glass of wine and worked something horrendously smelly in my hair. Leaving the gunk in my hair she rushed off with me totally unaware that she had been the one who pushed the office girls into demanding that the programmers forfeit was to spend a working day cross dressed for Comic Relief. Ten minutes later she was back and after making sure my wine glass was topped up as she rinsed out my hair. By now I'm feeling very relaxed and mellow as she got me out of the bath and eventually back in to her small living room. I admit after a hot bath and a couple of large glasses of wine I was pretty giggly when she took hold of my hand. Taking her time she glued false nails over my own and then painted them like my toenails with a metallic sliver polish. Having seen my left ear was pierced Wendy found a sterile needle and pireced my right ear, before she popped a pair of sleepers into my earlobes. By now I was well on my way to smashed which suited Wendy as I had not asked about my hair which did not get to see until after it put up in rollers and covered with a fine dark hair net. Having her pluck my eyebrows over a nightcap was an unexpected turn on but I was to drunk to show it and then we were off to bed with me wearing a cotton nightdress with princess on the chest. Feeling very drunk I could feel the rollers pushing almost sensually into my skull. "What am I doing?!" I asked myself before I passed out. Wendy had judged my alcohol intake perfectly because the following morning I was hung over enough to just do as I was told with out complaining as she carefully dressed me in an outfit that exactly matched hers. Wearing heels and a skirt walking to her car woke me up, boy did if feel strange to have a breeze sensually over my nylon covered legs and up my skirt! Thankfully at 7.30 in a morning it was still dark, so I did not have to face people and I spent the thirty minute ride looking at myself in the vanity mirror gob smacked by how feminine I looked. Getting into work at 8.15 I was clearly the only one of the 'male' programmers who looked like they belonged in the clothes they wore, and after I got over the embarrassment, it did make me feel rather special as I tip tapped along the corridors in my high heels finding that men automatically opened doors for me, or gave me space in the lift down to the programming department. I did not have much to do and by half ten I had my reports, notes and results collated leaving me with little more than bug hunting. Of all cross dressed computing staff I was easily the only one who was relaxed dressed as girl. It was probably because I was actually enjoying the restrictions of my clothing. I liked the way my skirt limited my pace, and the ritualistic need to sweep it back while having to make sure I kept my legs and knees together when I sat. There was a real feeling of being a grown up when I first felt the sensation of 'my' handbag hanging by my side, containing all the junk that had resided in my pockets along with the feminine items such as perfume, lipstick and mascara. It was weird because as the morning drove on the clothing's effects on my demeanour and body language became more evident almost moulding my overly-bright shy boyishness into a feminine shyness that was reflected in how I moved and stood. Since I tend to work to the job rather than the clock, after I completed my bug hunting tasks and the last of my write up's I had cleared my desk, which under the programming departments flexible working hours meant I normally would have clocked out. However having agreed to work to office strictures for the day, I had to stay but even if I could have gone home I don't think I would, I was enjoying playing a girl far to much to end it at lunch! I won't deny it I enjoyed every moment and really bought into the whole feminine thing that went with being dressed like this. There was something that felt all very grown up about how I was dressed, and walking about I loved being both aware and unaware of the perfumed scent that followed me. Hearing one of the security guard saying, "Morning miss," as he opened the door gave me a buzz and I was surprised that my Cornish accented voice did not give me away, when I said, "Thank you". I walked to the office to hand in my completed write up projects and when I met Wendy there, she asked me what I was smiling about. "Everyone in the company knows that the nerds are going to be dressed as office girls for comic relief today, and no one so far has twigged that I'm not one of the nerd girls dressed up!" I said. "Sounds like you're enjoying this?" teased Wendy. "A little too much perhaps?" "May be I am?" I grinned recalling how much fun I had as a boy playing dress up with foster sisters clothing. Having done all my paperwork, I was at something of a lose end so I mucked in with Wendy running the odd errand for her and the other office girls until I joined them for lunch in the break room. One of the office girls asked how I was finding things but before I could answer Wendy jumped in and told them what I been saying about getting a thrill from being taken as one of the girls. Having kept tabs on me all morning Wendy's comment was Rick's cue to toss the stone that he hoped was going to kill two birds with one throw. Cursing, "Shit, shit, shit," he walked in saying. "I need one of you to PA for me at a meeting with Judith Wallace in -" For a split second he looked at me and then with acting worthy of Olivier exclaimed, "Oh wow! Is that Andy?" "Hey Rick!" I said waving my coffee mug, "Good huh?" Giving me a grin, that made me think "Uh Oh" as I saw an idea blooming in his eyes, he said out of the blue, "How do you fancy a pay rise Andy?" "Its Angie or Angela for 'her' today Wendy said. Rick grinned, "Okay then how would you like a pay rise, Angie?" "Yeah, I guess?" I said surprised. The programmers were on a very high wage but I was not being technically an 'assisted' post grad getting some real world experience before returning to university. "What do I have to do?" "Be my PA for a meeting and I'll sort out the pay rise!" Rick said, "Assuming that you'll come with me this afternoon, deal?" My jaw must have dropped because before I could say a word he laughed. "Chill Angie," he grinned at me, "Judith's a transsexual, and so is her business partner and they'll just love us if I've a transgendered girl as my PA!" Wendy butted in adding, "Say yes Angie, you're always moaning about not getting paid as much as even the IT technicians?" "I'll arrange the pay rise and even see that it is back dated to the start of the month?" Rick tempted. Just to push a final nail in my fate, Ms Howard, Rick's mother arrived back from her long weekend and walked in growling at her son, "Pay rise for whom? What are you still doing here? You're supposed to be on your way to a meeting aren't you?" "Car's booked for one thirty and the meetings not until three fifteen Mum?" he cheekily grinned stepping forwards to kiss her on the cheek, "You're back early?" "Weather up in on Skye was crap so we skipped going on the hill today and caught the overnight last night?" She said before adding with a smile at him. "And stop trying to distract me? Now what's this about a pay rise?" "For Angie?" said Wendy helpfully "If she plays PA for Rick this afternoon at Wallace's?" "Angie who the hell is..." All of a sudden Ms Howard's eyes spotted me, "...Oh my god, is that -" "Hi Ms. Howard, that would be me," I smiled shyly adding feeling kind of embarrassed as she carefully examined my now feminine appearance, "It's not what you think?" I waved at my self, "This is for Comic Relief." "How much have you raised?" she asked as her eyes took in every inch of me. "?250 so far," Wendy chipped in. "Hum!" Ms Howard nodded and finally took her eyes off me. I could see wheels spinning in Ms Howard's head as her eyes narrowed as she looked back at Rick asking, "You and him as Angie at Wallace's?" "Yep, good idea or what?" he smiled, "And Angie said she'll do it for a pay rise?" I had not but that seemed to have been forgotten as he told her, "You know the reputation Wallace's have for asking about contractors policies when it come to minorities and the like? If I go in with Angie and convince them that she is my PA, I know it'll give us the edge to bring them on board, even if our costs are a shade higher than G,S&M." Although I knew Rick pretty well, I hardly knew his mother, but one thing I did know was she had a ruthless reputation in business. "Pay rise approved, Jean (the office manager) sort it out today, and move Angie to general head office!" Returning her eyes to me glanced at her watch and said, "We've got time, come with me Angie and I'll fill you in with how you'll be expected to act." With out any ado like Wendy she asked if I had dressed as a girl before, and prised out of me my guilty secret of enjoying wearing my foster sister's school uniforms as a boy. "Make sure if she asks Angie, you tell that to Judith." Ms Howard instructed me before giving me a quick guide to the basics of sitting, standing, walking and shaking hands like a girl, while barking out orders on how to hold and carry 'my' handbag and what I should say when I was asked about my gender status. "Tell Judith Wallace when she asks about you, that you've just started your real life test." Ms Howard was still going on at me when Rick arrived to get me, asking, "How she doing mum?" "She's a natural," Ms Howard laughed, "And so long as Angie keeps her head and recalls what I've told her she'll do fine." Astonished by her praise my roller coaster ride continued as I was hustled into a car, and twenty five minutes later we were flying north in a chartered business jet! Stunned at the executive level of comfort we were travelling in, I did not think anything of it when Rick asked me to fetch him a coffee from the mini-galley. Hell I was still trying to catch up myself when we landed at a small airfield just outside Liverpool, to find another car waiting! The car drove us into Liverpool and next thing I know I'm sat behind my laptop looking like a prim and proper PA beside Rick in a very fancy office. I felt a little silly calling Rick Mr Howard, and playing his attentive PA as our host Mrs. Wallace and her partner Ian Connors really grilled Rick, as he pitched 'our' offer. More than once I thanked my lucky stars that my mental arithmetic was up to calculating the costs in my head, as I quickly found that typing accurately wearing these nails was a nightmare. After about an hour or so we broke for a coffee, and while Rick was being shown round the plant by Ian to discuss the instillation, Mrs Wallace turned her attention to me. Unlike the cold almost brusque attitude she showed to Rick, the first thing she said to me was, "Call me Jude." "Okay, Jude" I shyly said, smiling at her. "I must say you are very convincing," she smiled, complementing me on my adjustment and adding "Are you on your real life test Angie?" "Just started," I said smiling and as I mentally told myself to keep my tones light and gentle. "I remember mine... god I was terrified that first time out of the house." The way she spoke of it made me giggle, and that broke the ice. Although 'Jude' kept the conversation very light the questions she asked all built into an through examination of me and how a 'girl' like me were treated by Howard's. "Oh that's nice." And after I gave her the impression that Ms Howard took a dim view of any nastiness towards any of her GLTB staff and would treat such as gross misconduct. Nodding as she told me how much better things we're today for girls like 'us' in comparison to what it had been like when she transitioned in the 1980's. I surprised myself by being able to keep the flow of conversation going mentioning how I started dressing in my foster sisters school uniform, and gave her the impression that I crossed dressed regularly as a student before I dropped in, "Which is where I met Rick." Jude's eyebrow went up when I called him Rick, "Sorry, where Mr Howard, first met Angie." "So you were university friends?" She asked. "Neighbours, who had a drink together every now and again rather than friends, Rick was postgraduate and I was an undergrad so our social lives did not mix much?" "Oh. I see?" Jude said as I hinted that Rick had lots of TG friends as a student and had been very proactive when it came to getting his mother to employ TG staff. It was pretty clear that she liked what she was hearing, and I thanked my lucky stars that Ms Howard had taken some time to fill me in, because there is no way I would have been able to convince Jude I was genuinely transgendered with out her help. By the time the meeting ended around five thirty, Rick was barely containing his delight about having a something approaching a provisional contract with Wallace's tucked in his briefcase and I did not realise the consequences for me when Jude said. "Well we will be in London for a show and dinner sometime next week not sure quite when yet?" "Call in any time Judith," Rick said. "Any problem if it's short notice or on the day?" "Not at all." Rick said. "Marvellous" Jude said, "Then so I'll see you both next week, when Ian and I pop in to finalise the deal and see your production plant?" "No problem at all, just phone my office and let Angie know when." Rick said handing her his contact details. As the afternoon had progressed it was pretty clear that engrossed in building a business relationship with Wallace's management Rick had forgotten that I was not really Angie, and he proved it to me the moment we got out into the fresh evening air. Grinning like a loon he pulled me in to a hug and spun me off my feet's as he twirled round chortling, "We did it honey!" He called me honey, and the way he said it felt like a kick in the stomach for my manly sense of self. "Yeah, we did." I said blushing brightly, as I added dryly. "Put me down Rick! I'm not one of your girlfriends remember?" "Oh... Shit yeah... sorry honey!" He did it again, and I said feeling embarrassed as he set me down. "Honey! Christ Rick, its me Andy in here!" "Are you sure?" He teased as we drove back. Thinking about the afternoon I felt a little guilty about the way I had deceived 'Jude' who had treated me like a friend during the coffee break. I genuinely liked and admired her, and admitted as much to Rick as we flew back from the meeting. Rick however was not listening, as he babbled, "How on earth did you work out the costs with out the laptop?" "Didn't need it, I prefer to do easy calculations in my head." I answered. "Easy?" He looked at me oddly saying, "You are a very strange girl Angie?" Reminding me that maths was not Rick's strong suit. Getting back to London for just before eight, we stopped in at the office for a half hour to file the papers, or rather I filed the papers and made us a coffee while Rick jabbered to his mother on the phone. In the end it was almost 10pm by the time he dropped me back off at Wendy's flat who removed my make up turning me back into a myself as close as my the honey blonde, plucked now rather androgynous looking head on my slender body body would allow. "Jesus!" I gasped when I saw myself, "I still look like a girl?" Admittedly my manly image was not helped by wearing one of Wendy's nightshirts, bathrobe and slippers as we curled up on the sofa, chatting about my day. "Yeah you do," Wendy grinned not letting onto me about being called to a meeting with Jean and Ms Howard to discuss 'Angie's' about future roll in the company after she let slip to Jean that she had suggested to Rick in the first place that they should set me up so I could not get out of being his PA for the meeting with Wallace's. Unlike Ms Howard and Jean, Wendy like me was unaware that Rick's marriage had failed because of his extra marital tastes for girls who began life as boys! Topping up my wine glass, she said, "And I rather like it, after all is it such a bad thing that you're looking so feminine, after all you're not much of a stud-muffin as a bloke are you?" "Well no." I admitted. "But as a Angie watch out, because sweetie you really do make a stunning girl." Wendy laughed, "Hell I'd die for your legs and figure, and you're way to pretty to waste on being a boring bloke?" "What do you mean?" I looked at her blankly. "Look, you cannot deny that you've really enjoyed being a girl today and made a smashing impression as Rick's girl-Friday with potentially our biggest client, which on its own raises a few issues?" "Issues?" I said, "Such as?" "Such as the three messages waiting for you at work asking for or expecting to be answered by a Miss Angie Bowers and from what you've just said, they are expecting to see you as Angie when they visit next week?" "Oh shit, yes!" I said, unsure if I felt delight or horror at the idea of doing this again. "So I was thinking you might want to try staying as Angie for a week or two and see if you are the transgendered girl that Wallace's think you are. None of the girls at work would mind, and I know Ms Howard and Jean wont as they were raving about the detail in that email draft of the contract you sent before you left. And," she grinned giving my foot a kick, "On a personal note I have really enjoyed having you looking like person I've always seen you as, because I've always felt you were more like a best girlfriend than male company?" We ended up chatting until very late, and by accident I finally admitted to her that I had enjoyed wearing my step sisters things as a boy while I was telling her about my coffee conversation with Jude. Going into work Friday morning short on sleep and still tired from all the travelling yesterday was a nightmare of shocks. Shock one was getting to my little cubbyhole in the computer room and finding notification of my pay rise and a message asking me to go to the executive offices ASAP. Assuming it would be to clarify some detail I had a quick cup of tea and palmed off my daily system maintenance tasks to one of the other junior programmers and walked up the executive suite. "Morning Angie!" One of the girls called as I walked in I smiled at her, and whispered to Wendy as I passed her desk, "What's going on?" She shrugged and smiled but before she could say anything, Jean called, "Oh there you are Angie, right then you've this little lot to get on with... Well after we've got you sorted out. Its to be typed, double spaced and indexed please dear," she handed me the notes and technical background on the Wallace contract. "It's the IT resource requirement program, and a Miss Sampson at Wallace's wants you to ring her ASAP?" As she had been speaking her eyes were running up and down my body with an expression of chilly disappointment, which did not improve until after she ask, "Did you bring your uniform back today?" I nodded, "Wendy's got it I think?" "Good," Jean nodded, "Once you've called Wallace's, you can go and put it back on please?" "But?" I managed to get out before Jean said firmly. "If you want to earn exec office pay and bonuses Angie, you have to play by exec office rules and that means you will look like you're part of the office team, same as Ms Howard and I, and if a uniform skirt suit is good enough for us then its more than good enough for you dear." "But?" I repeated myself with out a clue what I wanted to say, but was quickly shot down when Jean said sounding like she was running out of patience with me. "Look! Now you only have your self to blame Angie." Her eyes were iron hard, "You've knowingly convinced a client that you were Richards transgendered PA, and having met Mrs Wallace I'm sure that you know even better than me what would happen to our chances of keeping the contract if she found out that the two of you had deceived her about this?" "Well yes?" I tried to say, "But?" "No buts dear." Jean said, "You were the one made up our TG policy when you told Mrs Wallace about how supportive we had been on matter. So Karen (Ms Howard) and I have decided that we have no option but to insist that if you wish to continue working here it will have to be as Angela, Mr Howard's PA until the Wallace contract is completed and signed off or you leave us and return to university." It was pretty clear from her stance and body language that she was not joking, and with my mind a whirl with confusion I looked helplessly from Jean to Wendy, who grinned and mouthed. "Say yes!" Although I enjoyed the fun of pretending to be a girl, I did not want to be one all the time and yet deep in my mind there was a voice telling me, 'its more fun than being a boy,' or the exact opposite! "Can I have some tim..." "No." Jean cut me off, "We need to know now so I can get your employment details arranged in case they turn up unannounced and ask to see one of our TG staff contracts. Look?" Her face broke in to a faintly apologetic smile as she added. "We don't want to lose you either as Angie or Andy because we see a bright future for you with us, but now that we have got our foot in with Wallace's we cannot risk having you suddenly deciding you don't want to be Angie and blowing the deal. If it got out you had lied about being TG, Wallace's would be able to break the contract on the grounds that we deceived them." She took my hand and gave it a squeeze, "Its like this Angie, I have looked at the figures and what you and Richard have committed us to, and if my estimates are right about capital investment and resources should it go pear shaped this contract regardless of how potentially valuable would break the company?" I was bloody sobering moment when I read between the lines and realised that a bit of fun for comic relief had resulted in a situation where my actions could bankrupt the company. "Oh my god!" I gasped feeling my emotions going from sick, to oddly excited and back again as I realised that to keep my job, and possibly the company afloat I was going to have to dress as a girl all the time. "Sobering isn't it!" Jean snorted, "Now there is no other way to say this but since you and Mr Howard are responsible for putting us in this position, Karen and I have no option but to insist that if you are employed here it is as Mr Howard's PA Angie." I could feel the eyes of everyone in the office watching, and I blushed violently. With my student debts I could not afford to lose my job and for what felt like an age it was if the world just stopped before I nodded and said. "I'll do it?" "Good. Sign these, top copy's as Andy and bottom as Angie." Jean handed me two forms, and then she turned her gaze on Wendy. "Since it was your decision to make him look like a real office girl yesterday that gave Richard the idea to take 'her' with him, that in my mind makes you as much to blame for this situation as Richard, so I will be holding you responsible for insuring that Angie learns PDQ how to maintain the expected standards of appearance." "Sure Jean." Wendy said, "It will be fun." She gave me a giggling wink adding, "I've always wanted a sister." "Good," Jean nodded, picking up the company forms I had signed. "Then you might as well as start now please, I want to Angie fixed up and at her desk looking like she did yesterday by coffee." "Glad to Jean." Wendy grinned. "Although I'll need to get a few bits and bobs from home?" "Hum!" Jean gave her a long look, "Well there is no time for that, do what you can with what you've got or and can borrow from the girls for now, and then you can take a long lunch and get anything you need. Come find me later I'll give you the staff uniform company card and you can nip and get what Angie needs?" "She need lots?" Wendy said, "Work clothing and underwear for a week, plus cosmetics and a few accessories?" "I'll check with Karen, but I think she'll tell you to get what you need, because she wants Angie looking the part as much as I do, after all she's going to be decorating her sons office." Jean said, "Now I know we don't have any visitors expected, but I think it would be best if Angie looked the part from the start since she is going to be with us permanently." Wendy nodded giving me a giddy grin. "Perfect!" Jean smiled, "Oh and since Angie is one of us. I've made her the office contact for any technical enquires that come into the office, so the girls will be handing them to her so make sure she know how the phone system works." "I'll show her now when she calls Wallace's." Wendy said, "It will only take two ticks." "Jolly good so its sorted?" Jean said. "Yep," Wendy said, nudging me. "Erm yes." I nodded, still trying to comprehend how things went this far?" Giving me a smile Jean said, "Friday is usually busy for technical enquiries so expect to be busy Miss Bowers," and walked off chuntering "Chop-chop girls you don't have all day!" "Here?" Wendy said running me through the phone system before handing me the handset "Hello Wallace and Co?" The voice was already saying as I lifted it to my ear. "Erm." I stuttered slightly before catching my breath and saying trying to speak like I did yesterday said. "Hi... Its Angie Bowers from Howard's Controllers calling for a Miss Sampson?" "Oh hello Miss Bowers, please hold." I could see Wendy was struggling to contain herself as she listened in on my phone call. It was Mr Connors secretary wanting to know if we did the plant installations over night, and an estimate of the lost production hours during the upgrade. "No more than a week on each line to install the readers, sender units and drop chutes." I hedged my bets, doubling my educated guess, "And then anywhere from ten days to a fortnight install and set up the control hardware and software systems, and get everything talking to each other. That's a once only issue though, because once the control systems are in place and running adding each production line to the system as it comes on stream takes only and hour or so." "Oh that's just what I needed." After a few minutes small talk I was able to end the call when Wendy hit the call waiting button, allowing me to politely ask if that was all as I had another caller on the line? The two emails I had to answer were simple enough, one was just for a copy of the re-edited and annotated draft from Wallace's for Rick, and the second was from Jude Wallace's private email and contained her phone number and a simple message to call her when I had a moment. Glancing over my shoulder at the emails Wendy said, "That call can wait come on," and dragged me to the ladies loo, clutching my uniform in one hand and her bag in the other. "Why do I feel like I've been set up?" I moaned as Wendy's handed me the spare panties and tights she kept in her sports bag. "Only by yourself." She grinned, telling me to get dressed, before she dashed back into the office to beg, steal or borrow what she needed. The whip round the office soon provided me with most of what she needed including a wonderbra, a bracelet, a couple of hair slides, and a very tarty ankle bracelet which tinkled as I walked. Taking her time over my hair and face Wendy finally gave a nod of satisfaction and told me to slip on a my uniform blouse and jacket. My hands were shaking like mad as fastened the blouse and slipped on my jacket, and said blushing brightly, "Well?" Wendy eyes matched the huge grin on her face as said, "That better Angie now you look like a real girl not some lesbian tomboy." Pinning an name badge on my lapel that identified me as Angela Bowers adding. "There now you're one of us," and led me in to the office calling, "Look who's back in town girls!" "You can say hello later ladies," Jean cracked from her office, "Angie will be with us from now on and has work to be on with!" When Jean said one of them, she meant it because on 'my' desk sat a name plate Miss Angela Bowers, along with a security pass containing Angela's photograph and a new ID number. Making matters worse was hanging on the wall at the main entrance where office numbers and names were listed beside a photographs of senior staff member now hung my photograph as Angie labelled "Mr Howard' s office PA Miss A Bowers MSc," which felt very freaky when I first saw it up for everyone to see. The one thing that the girls could not fix was was shoes, the low heel shoes I wore yesterday were at Wendy's place and I was happily trotting round in my trainers delivering coffee to everyone until Ms Howard saw them when she got in just after 10.30. "Hum pity about the shoes, they have to go, but otherwise a nice job Wendy!" Ms Howard said walking up to Wendy and I in break room. "Morning Ms Howard." I said, still feeling kind of embarrassed but all so rather thrilled that I was going to be able to dress like this for work. "Coffee?" "Yes please dear." She said, looking me over, before turning to Wendy and saying. "I spoke to Jean on the phone driving in and she said you're happy to pop out shopping at lunch time to get Angie the basics of a work wardrobe?" "Yes Ms Howard." Wendy nodded. "I've got a list?" "Good then pop a couple of pairs of nice shoes, two and a half or three inch heels will be perfect?" She glanced at me, "What size are you Angie?" "Seven's?" I said. "Oh same as me... That's good I can give you a pair for now." Ms Howard nodded, asking Wendy a couple of questions before telling her. "Make sure that you get the more feminine styles, I think its best if Angie avoids anything approaching a unisex look." "Oh I was going to anyway." Wendy grinned, "I think Angie will be the kind of girl would wouldn't be seen dead in a pair of pants!" Mrs Howard nodded saying, "I could not agree more," before she turned to me and said, "Come along Angie and I'll find you those shoes." The shoes were very nice, being simple black heels and they fit me like a glove, however being on the short side Ms Howard always wore four inch heels and once I was wearing a pair they made walking about a whole new ball game! I had no option but to shorten my pace and sway from foot to foot in a hip led gait that made my nylon covered legs swish sensually against the tube of my skirt. Not only were the personal sensations of work different, but so was the environment, after the relaxed, eccentric working world of the programming suite, the formality of the office was a like working for a different company. I think in programming my phone may be rang once a week, while here, my new desk phone never stopped, and I reached the point where I was saying, "Mr Howard's office Angie speaking," with out thinking about it as I switched from project to project explaining to the various clients what such and such meant or did. "Afternoon all?" Rick breezed in around lunchtime looking very debonair in a handmade suit. I was at his PA's station dressed as Angela talking geek speak on the phone with an existing client and completely missed the look of triumph that momentarily lit up his face. Rick had felt sure that with me playing Angie his T-girl PA, he would get something out of Wallace & Co. Sure he never in his wildest dreams thought it would be the coveted main contractor's billet, but even if it had just been a nominated subcontractor he had felt sure that his mother would get paranoid about the deal going wrong and insist that Andy stayed as 'Angie' for the duration! Telling himself silently, "I love it when a plan comes together," he tapped me on the shoulder and mouthed coffee, and pointed at his desk. "Well, well Angie." He grinned when I brought him his coffee. "Hi!" I said hiding the fact that I was not that happy about having to make his coffee for him and felt a little demeaned that he had expected me to fetch it even though he had to have seen how busy I was. "This is a nice surprise, and takes the pressure off! After talking to mum on the phone last night it occurred to me that if Wallace's decided to spring a surprise visit they'd be expecting to see Angie rather than Andy, and what with Jean clucking like a hen about the set up costing it was pretty clear that would be a major catastrophe?" "Erm, yeah. So I was told?" I said setting his coffee on his desk, "That's what Jean and your mother used to twist my arm into doing this?" "Oh they spoke to you did they?" Before I could answer my desk phone rang and after I had sorted that I was grabbed by Jean to fix a network problem. By the time I had that done I had a dozen technical queries to answer in between phone calls, taking notes for Rick and making his appointments. Intellectually it was nothing like as challenging as programming but by the time the day ended at five I was that shattered from everything that I spent a third night at Wendy's before finally getting home Saturday afternoon with an arm full of bags containing my new life. Trying to fathom out how I felt about my two days as a girl, I cabbaged in front of the telly too scared to go out looking like I did. In comparison to the two days dressed and behaving as a girl at work, even dressed in my old clothes the ride home from Wendy's on the tube had been horrendously embarrassing! It had not occurred to me when I left her flat that with my hair and plucked eyebrows and mascara stained eyelashes, clutching a hand bag and the shopping Wendy did for me yesterday that even dressed in my own things I no longer looked on first glance like a boy. I was half way to the station when I felt eyes on me but it was not until I was sat waiting for my tube that I realised why I was being looked at, and I almost crapped myself in fear as I felt like every bloke around was checking me out. Walking the 800 yards from the station to my flat I was intensely aware of every back street, and although I had lived there for two years I never been so glad to reach the safety my dingy flat. Even though I was dressed as a boy that short walk terrified me... How on earth was I going to handle doing that dressed as a girl every morning in the commuter rush? Unsure of how I felt about everything I stood there for a long time in my short hall looking at myself in the mirror feeling completely twisted up about actually preferring the blonde, essentially feminine version of myself I saw to the scruffy lad who had left my flat Wednesday evening. Muttering, "Oh Jesus," I pulled myself from the mirror and accepted that it did not matter how I dressed, with my largely beard free face the blonde hair, shaped eyebrows and still dark eyelashes gave me a tomboy look! I'll admit I tried everything rooting through my old clothes and trying things on but no matter what I wore I still looked girlish. It completely freaked me out and I hid inside alone until Wendy arrived Sunday afternoon with a bottle of wine and another load of shopping. After 24 hours alone with my thoughts I was feeling pretty confused and as I cooked us dinner I tried to explain to Wendy how I felt. I told her everything, the anxiety I had felt waiting at the tube station sensing men's eyes all but undressing me in their heads. The terror I had felt walking home knowing that I lived in an area where assaults on women were common. Joking, "Join the club," Wendy told me that everything I had just described was something that every woman felt. Waving her wine glass about Wendy teasingly pointed out, "And I'll bet only a day or two earlier you to honey had probably looked at women in the way that had just freaked you out." I was kind of shocked, and gasped, "Oh my I didn't did I?" "Probably," She grinned adding, "You'll get used to it we all do," and brushed aside my fears pointing out to me that now I was going to be working as a girl full time if it bothered me that much it might time to find somewhere else to live? "Like where?" I said feeling helpless. "Well," Wendy said, "Why don't you move in with me? I've been looking for a flat mate since Julie moved out." "But your parents would freak if I moved in?" I exclaimed. "Not if they thought you were a girl Angie?" Wendy grinned. We were most of the way through the bottle of wine when my phone trilled, and glancing at the caller ID I went white and held it up so Wendy could see, "Judith Wallace," on the screen before pressing receive and saying, "Angie Bowers?" "Ah Angie, its Judith." "Hi Jude, sorry I forgot to call but it all went kind of mad. Now what can I do for you?" I tried not to slur my words but could not stop myself giggling into my handset. "Not much dear, just a quick question are either of you vegetarian?" "Vege me, lord no?" I giggled, before pulling myself together saying, "Sorry Jude I've got the giggles, Wendy and I have been at the wine." "And Richard?" She asked. "Oh he eats anything?" I laughed seeing Wendy pull a face at me as Jude snickered in an innuendo laden tone. "Oh I'm sure he does dear!" I did not know what to say to that and she guessed laughing lightly, "A little advice from some who has already walked the road you're on, go easy on the booze honey as it doesn't mix very well with your medication?" Knowing that I had got myself into this did not make leaving my flat any easier next morning when having dressed me to the nines Wendy led me to her car. Like Friday the day vanished in a blur, and before I knew it we were back at Wendy's flat for a serious discussion about her offer of her spare room and when she laid out the pros and cons what she said made sense. Whether I liked it or not I was going to have to work as Angela until I went back to university or moved away. Since I did not have the commercial experience to return to University, and could not afford to quit my job I was committed to being Angie, which gave me a problem. Unless I wanted to face lots of awkward questions in the local shops about the blond girl seen leaving and returning to my flat, it was clear that working as Angie, and living as Andy would not be practical even if I moved. Wendy who was fixated on the idea of having me as a step sister, spent the evening banging on about how much easier it would be for me, which was true but I still told her I wanted to think it over, even though I had pretty much made up my mind to say yes. Next morning it was the same routine and wanting to see how much I had picked up so far I set my phone alarm a half hour early and was up dressed and had done most of my make up before Wendy shuffled in still half asleep. Commenting on my face after I had fed her the two mugs of coffee she required to get herself going, "You know, you've not done a bad job for a beginner Angie." "Thanks." I shyly smiled delighted. Wendy obviously read my face because with a smile she told me to sit still, and quickly did my eye liner and pinned a simple Alice band into my hair, before sorting herself out telling me. "You should take a look at my copy of the Vogue book of hair and make up. Its on a shelf somewhere honey?" "Thanks I will," I smiled, as she stepped behind me and pulled back my hair so she could dot something behind my ears saying, "I need to patch test to make sure your skin won't react to the dye I'm going to put in your hair tonight." "Why do it there?" I asked curiously as we left my flat. Wendy ignored my questions, instead asking if I had made up my mind about becoming her flatmate as she hustled me along the street to her car. It was obvious that she had thought about it, and as we travelled to work she banged on about why it was such a good idea. She was taking that much I did not get a chance to tell her I wanted to take the room until we turned into the office car park. "Oh wonderful!" Wendy was still bubbling with delight when we walked into reception. Catching a lift to the top floor we got in just behind Jean, who called when she saw us. "Angie will you pop the machine on and get the coffee on for the girls?" "Sure Jean." I said with a smile.. Adding, "Oh and Wendy a word please?" Jean spun on her heel and into her office. Swapping a look with me Wendy said, "Okay," and following Jean in to her office. Hanging up my winter coat in the staff room I tip tapped back to the executive office reception, and flipped the machine behind the desk on. Wendy was still chatting to Jean after I had fixed the coffee and I had just settled behind my desk when an unshaven Rick stuck his head out of his office calling. "Angie be a sweetheart and get me coffee will you love?" Like yesterday the expectation that I would get his coffee got my back up. Yes I was prepared to accept that doing his 'work' fetching and carrying was part of my job but I did think it was a little rich of him to expect me to get his coffee when he had his own coffee maker in his office. I was his secretary not his bloody servant and decided I was going to have words with him about it when I took his coffee in. Well that was my plan but my intentions evaporated when I walked in and was struck by the full force of his masculinity. Since his very expensive bicycle was propped against the wall in his office it was clear that he had cycled in and when I walked in with his coffee he was padding round his office wearing only his underpants, which might have well as been a codpiece! Blushing brightly I gasped, "Richard!" Stunned that he was parading about his office wearing a pair of shorts that left nothing to the imagination about the size of his manhood bulging behind the wisp of Lycra. If that was not enough combined with his burly six foot sculpted physique seeing his figure of masculine beauty completely unmanned me. I could not pull my eyes of his pants and I felt myself really blushing when he saw my look and said. "See something you like honey," as he pumped his hips at me almost like he was flaunting the size of his cock at me. I felt my words drying up and barely managed to croak, "Where do you want it?" "Oh on the desk babe, or over the desk... I swing both ways!" He chuckled at his innuendo laden comment. "Rick!" I managed to get out in a strangled tone, before I dashed out with my face blazing as he chucked. "And find me the Satchels account please Angie?" I was that embarrassed by his behaviour, that his use of Sweetheart, Love and Honey slipped by me, and after I fetched the file thankfully he was dressed. Grumbling about his disorganised way of working, I wondered if I would ever get a handle on Rick's record keeping and filing methods, because for all he might have had a near photographic memory for contracts and files I did not! Still grumbling good naturedly I made him aware that I needed them organised, which made him laugh. Wanting to punch him I muttered and returned to my desk for my notepad and pencil knowing that for all his failings I could not fault his professional ability or his work ethic. We had a lot to do, and I had a lot to learn and PDQ so from pretty much the moment I sat down opposite his desk we were hard at it. Starting with the weekends papers and correspondence he explained the ins and outs of what he needed from me, and what my new job as his 'permanent' PA entailed. In comparison to my old job much being Rick's PA was almost menial, typing his letters, keeping his diary, researching information and making sure that I had things ready when he needed them. Although at times the work felt almost demeaning, it was also sobering to be constantly aware that in a small way I was responsible for making sure that multimillion pound deals succeeded! Rick must have come to an agreement with Jean because unlike Friday I was not plagued all day with IT related calls, which was just as well as he kept me busy all day familiarising me with all his current client files. When we were not on with that I was taking him through the technical hardware and software specifications for not only the the Wallace contract, although we did spend more time on that one as he needed to sign it off so I could get it down to the programming department and production. Other than a brief lunch with Wendy, who insisted that I called my landlord and told him I would be moving out of my flat at the end of the month, before embarrassing the hell out of me when she got to the nitty-gritty as she asked with a tease in her tone, "And what had you blushing like a beacon this morning?" In what felt like barely a flash, the day was over and Wendy was jabbering about this and that as she drove me home. Laughing that she really did not fancy leaving her car for a second night in my tower blocks car park she said, "Why don't we just grab your girl things and anything valuable and we can sort the rest on Saturday?" "Why?" "I think you'll find the adaptation to girl world easier if move in with me straight away," Wendy said, "That way you won't be bumping into the baggage of your old life, and anyway I need to take you to my place because your hair needs dying properly?" "Oh, okay?" I shrugged. Thinking about what she said as I rounded up my work clothes, laptops and a few sentimental nicknack's I could see the sense in her suggestion. Wendy had obviously thought about things in advance because she had brought a couple of boxes from work, and once my 'valuables' were packed my flat suddenly looked very empty. It was not surprising really because except for my male clothing, and a couple of shelves of books there was not much left. Since I did not have much it did not take long and in less than two hours we were back at her place, with me letting out a sigh of relief that no one had seen me as we carried my bags and boxes from the flat to her car. Stopping for a take-out pizza for dinner on the way back to her place, it was not until we were leaving the takeaway that I realised I had just walked down a public street chatting with Wendy completely oblivious to the fact that I was dressed as an office girl! Other than a few comments about my hair colour and Richard not being in, Wednesday was more of the same until around three in the afternoon when Jean pulled me aside and said. "I've made you an appointment with the company doctor and he can see you now?" "Doctor, why?" I asked. "You need to tell him you're transgendered Angie so he can authorise your change in gender status on the company records, so that your RLT is officially recognised before Wallace's arrive." "Oh?" I nodded with a blush sure that I was in for an embarrassing time, "What do I say?" "Well the truth would be a good start," Jean smiled, "But for gods sake don't mention this has anything to do with getting a contract or anything like that." She shrugged, "I guess giving him some bullshit about how you've always felt wrong in your skin, and have secretly crossdressed all your life would be a good start. Okay?" I nodded squeaking, "Must I?" "Yeah," she shrugged, " Annoyingly there are a few formalities we've got to tie up in the company records in case Judith Wallace's lawyers ask to see them." "Now he will try to talk you out of it, with lots of gory stories about the hell of a sex change operation but for gods sake don't let him?" She grinned, "Have you ever felt suicidal Angie?" "No!" I laughed, "Why?" "Pity... because a tale about hating your body to the point where you're thinking suicidal thoughts always goes a long was with the doc." I really did not want to see a doctor, and grabbing at a straw I said helplessly. "But how else can I explain what made me want to do this?" "Oh that's easy." Jean laughed, "Tell him that you'd always dreamed of waking up as a girl and that after last week's Comic Relief dress up when almost everyone thought you really were a girl you realised you did not want to be a boy, because for the first time in your life you liked the person that you saw in the mirror." I was terrified when Jean took me in to the Harley Street doctors. Tell me to meet her in the Starbucks where the car was parked she bustled off leaving me with little choice but to go in when the Doctors secretary said, "You can go in now Miss Bowers." My fears about seeing the doctor were unfounded and it turned out to be much easier than I expected. He was really nice as we chatted for about ten minutes or so about my past before he asked a couple of gender related questions, which I was able to answer completely honestly by telling him how I dressed in my foster sisters things as a child. Having started the ball rolling he asked a few questions about where I lived and how I found work before launching into a description of rules I would have to live by to pass my RLT. I told him I was already doing pretty much everything he asked already, which brought him neatly on to sex change operations. The way he described the operation as a month in hell it was clear that he trying to talk me out of proceeding, but forewarned by Jean I said simply. "I know all that doctor, but that's a long time from here and a bridge we can cross, when and if we get that far." I could see he liked that and I idly wondered what he was noting down, as he said with a faintly apologetic smile, "I have to ask this sorry, now were you ever abused when you were in a care home or by a foster carer?" "No," I half laughed, I must have been asked this a million times. "The exact opposite if anything, the care home staff treated us like we were made of porcelain, and the home I was in was a sterile loveless place to grow up." He nodded, "Good." It was obvious he was working from a list as he looked up and asked, almost by rote, "Now are taking any illegally imported hormones?" "God no doctor." I said, "Normally I won't even take aspirin." I could not stop myself liking the guy he was unlike any doctor I had ever seen before. It was not so much that he listened to what I said, or the way he asked questions, which I was able to truthfully answer with out mentioning Wallace's. Through out the consultation he was taking notes and after a final sequence of questions about where I would like my life to be in twelve months, he nodded and said, "Well Miss Bowers although I do not like taking on patients who have already began an unsupervised RLT, given you are already successfully living in roll and able to work in a supportive environment I will provisionally approve your entry into my RLT program. However I want to see you back here in say two weeks to discuss how things are going?" "Thank you doctor?" I said shaking his hand, glancing over the certificates on the wall behind him and seeing that he was a psychiatrist! By the time we got back to the office everyone knew where I had been, and once they heard the doctor had officially recognised me as a probationary female, the girls took me for a celebratory a drink on the grounds that it was my 'new' birthday. It was a fun evening, although the experience of being in a busy 'city' bar dressed as an office girl was bloody different. The snazzy wine bar was not the sort of place I would have chosen to drink, but I had been in there numerous times before with Wendy but now I was wearing a skirt and heels the place felt totally different. Intimidating is the wrong word but it was more than uncomfortable, which got worse once I realised that I was being checked out as 'prey' by the young 'macho' corporate warriors who thronged the place most evenings. Thankfully we only stayed for an hour or so and I did feel rather special as my workmates made a big fuss about me being the 'birthday girl,' before Wendy took me 'home' for an early night. Lay in bed playing over the days events I smiled in the dark, it had been a good day. It did come as a minor shock to realise that I had actually enjoyed work, normally work was something I tolerated rather than enjoyed. I guess I had to many thoughts running round my mind as I took a long time to doze off worrying about how far I was going to have to carry my deception now a doctor was involved. I did not sleep well at all, and yet still woke up looking forwards to another fun day of playing girl. The morning went quickly enough, Jean was on the rampage about something, so I just kept my head down answering technical questions and keeping on top of Rick's paperwork so everything was ready for his meetings. Thankfully I took a little time to run Rick through the technical budget I had got back from the computing department before Wallace's IT director called at the most awkward time, while I was running some files back to the archive. Unaware that Rick was talking technology (something he knew nothing about) with Wallace's IT director, I thought nothing of it when I got back to my desk and found Rick's office door closed. I could see he was on the phone, as the busy light blinking next to his name on my phone status display. Assuming he was talking with one of his usual clients I took the opportunity to catch up with a couple of emails and some paperwork. Given that my training and education was in programming integrated systems I was again struck by how much I was enjoying working in a job that was academically well beneath me. I found that I felt much more at ease sat at my desk outside Richards door that I ever did in my cubbyhole in programming, even though I understood perfectly well that is positioning was entirely down to Richard's managerial 'vanity' requiring someone decorating his office. I had pretty much caught up with everything urgent when my phone rang and I picked up the phone saying in the light breathy tones that were slowly becoming natural, "Hello Mr Howard's office Angie speaking?" It turned out that I could not help the caller as his question was about a specific point in a contract, and as Rick was busy I crossed my fingers and forwarded the call to Jean, who glanced over at me with an approving smile and a thumbs up, as she answered his question. Rick obviously noticed me on the phone, because just as I put my handset down he buzzed me to come into his office. Grabbing my note pad and pen just in case I knocked and walked in and found him with his feet up on his desk swapping rugby tale's with his caller. When he called me in I expected he wanted me to find him some file or other on his computer, because for all that he is a bright guy Rick is a Luddite when it comes to computers. He was just the same as a student, and it did not matter how often I showed him how to to access digital records he seemed incapable of getting his laptop to talk to office system. Waving me over with a grin he said down the phone, "Hey Colin, tell Mrs Wallace, that Angie's back?" He paused and said, "Hello Judith, yes she's here now and she's no objections?" Since I could only hear half a conversation I wondered what the hell he was on about when he said, "Oh yes that will be fine... Yes half eight, oh yes that no problem we'll meet you there." Slipping the phone back onto his desk he said, "Get your glad rags out honey we're having dinner with the Judith and her husband tonight at 8.30 at Bernardo's." "Dinner!" I exclaimed, "With you tonight, you have got to be kidding me?" "Nope?" He grinned. "What's the problem?" "Other than my two work suits and a few blouses I've nothing to wear you dolt!" I exclaimed. It still seems strange to me now, that my first thought when dinner was mentioned was a very girlish complaint about having nothing to wear, rather than thinking about how embarrassing going out to dinner as a girl was going to be for me! "Oh that's easy fixed if mother's not left yet?" He pressed a button on his desk and said, "Mother are you there?" "What now Richard!" Mrs Howard's said sounding annoyed at the interruption. "I've work to finish and I'm due at the salon in an hour?" "Er any chance you could take Angie with you and while you're out find her a dress and what nots suitable for dinner tonight with Judith Wallace and her husband?" "Where?" "Bernardo's," Rick said, "Its that place..." "I know where Bernardo's is... Bugger I have plans as well tonight you know?" Ms Howard said her voice losing her annoyed tone, "Let me call and see if Lyn can fit her in, if she can I'll call you back?" Ms Howard did not call back and I thought I had got out of it until she suddenly appeared in front of my desk and said brusquely, "Lyn can fit us both in if we go now so grab your bag and coat Angie, we don't have much time." Hearing his mothers voice Rick loomed in the doorway behind me as I stood saying. "Great you got her in!" With both the Howard's looking at me expectantly there was not much I could do or say except, "Yes Ms. Howard." She smiled at me, and said giving me a little pat on my bum as she followed me towards the staff lounge, "Go on tell Wendy you will be home late and not to wait up?" As Richard's voice boomed over the office. "Have her at my place for 7 mum!" "Shit!" I thought aware of everyone looking at me quizzically as I told Wendy I would be late home because I was going to dinner with Rick and the Wallace's. "Now everyone will think I'm going on a date with him!" I was still worrying about things when Ms Howard called impatiently, "Come on Angie or we'll be late." Sat in the back of the company l