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Author & Subject Two Belladonna As Secretary's Day passed, Brett prepared to settle in at his new job. However, he first had to take care of the loose strands of his old life and set up his new life. He typed up a formal letter to his publisher informing them that he had retired from professional writing. He made no mention of his new life or career. He drove to a post office over 100 miles away to drop off the letter to help conceal his whereabouts. It was not long before he saw emails coming to his old email account. The publishing company representatives begged with him to respond and come back. The president of the company left messages on his phone, offering to renegotiate the terms of his publishing deal, but Brett had moved on. He deactivated his old Blackberry and got a new simple, red and black cell phone that was much less expensive. With his decision to stay on as the junior secretary cemented, Brett knew that he would have to find a place to live. While he had enough money to easily afford a house, Brett did not want to live above his current means. Brett decided that he would put his money from his former life aside after he bought a cheap car to get around with. He figured that if he was going to work as a single secretary, he should live like one, at least at first so that he would not slip and accidentally give away who he once was to those who did not already know. Brett quickly found that finding an apartment he could afford on his junior secretary's salary was harder than he thought. He eventually found a small studio apartment he could rent month to month. It was far smaller than any place he had called home in years, but he knew that it was all he could afford on his salary. He moved in as quickly as he could and furnished the place with cheap IKEA furniture. Maria helped him move in as they unpacked the clothing that had been donated to him by Annabella and Nina. The two girls were similar in size to Brett and were happy enough to give him the clothing that languished in their closets. Brett was happy enough to take it, given his low salary. The clothing they gave him consisted of mostly clothes he could wear to the office. They were predominantly skirt suits, work dresses, blouses and sweaters. Brett almost had to laugh when he finished going through the bags they gave him and realized that they had not given him a single pair of pants. "They must think I'm a real girly girl," Brett said with a smile to Maria. "Think, honey, they know. You're a girly, girl just like me," Maria retorted. "Why don't you always wear skirts then? "If I had long legs like yours I'd never wear pants, but I'm a midget so I have to show it in other ways." Brett smiled and continued putting away the clothing. As Brett and Maria went through the clothes, they found various articles of clothing that were not suitable for work. There was a jean skirt from Annabella, several girls t-shirts, a white miniskirt as well as a pair of black leggings that prompted Maria to mention how good she thought they'd look on Brett. Brett sighed and said, "They might look good on my legs, but I can't wear them as pants like real girls." Maria smiled and nodded as she thought about what a sight Brett's bulge would be in public before she said, "That's for the best. They really should be worn under a skirt or dress. The two of them then went back to going through the bags he received from Nina and Annabella. They took out a few casual dresses from the bags and carefully hung them up. As they did so, Maria felt the need to ask, "Chantal, are you going to be Chantal all the time or just when you work?" Brett dressed in his male clothing shrugged and said, "I guess given these new clothes, I have no excuse to not be Chantal all the time. I think it would be better for me anyway. If I'm going to work as a girl, I should live as one, don't you think?" "I couldn't agree more, honey. Maybe you should put on one of the dresses right, now. Just to see how it fits." Not needing too much prodding to put on a dress, Brett took the green and white, floral print sundress from Maria's hands. He took it into the small bathroom along with a bra and his breast forms. He situated his forms and secured them with the bra before he pulled the dress over his head and walked back out into the living space. Maria smiled from the bed as she saw him come out in it. She stood up and said, "That fits you perfectly. I love the scoop neck." "Yes, it's a nice dress. I like the flared hemline too. It's kind of flirty." "Flirty? Wow, you are girlier than a lot of girls I know." Brett blushed as he wondered if there was something wrong with him. He knew he was supposed to be a man, but he took more pleasure from being girlish than anything else. Knowing that he could not change it, he brushed aside his embarrassment and went back to unpacking the bags with Maria. When Maria pulled out a cocktail dress from the bag Nina gave him, she smiled and asked, "I guess she expects you to be available for some hot dates with our clients." Blushing at her teasing, Brett answered, "I don't think I have to worry about that. I'm sure I'll always be in the background when it comes to the boys as long as you're around." "I'm not everybody's type," Maria reminded Brett. Brett shrugged and said, "Yes, some guys are strange I guess." Maria shook her head and said, "All guys are strange. Some just like taller girls though, so be prepared." "Why would I have to? Come on, I'm not pretty." "You're not ugly, honey. You're not gorgeous, but you're cute. Don't be caught of guard. Some clients and delivery guys are going to flirt with you." Brett laughed her off and started unpacking a bag of Nina's old undergarments. Maria smiled as she watched her friend put away the various bras, panties, tights, pantyhose and stockings. When he finished, Maria noted, "Not one pair of socks, huh?" "No," Brett answered with a slight amount of surprise in his voice. "Wow, these girls already have you figured out." "I guess they do," Brett replied before he put away the few pocketbooks that Nina, Annabella and Maria had given to him. Brett then turned his attention to the last bag that Nina had given him. Unlike Annabella, Nina had similar shoe size to Brett so she gave him a dozen pairs of shoes from her collection of over 200 pairs. Maria was interested in seeing which shoes Nina had given to him. As Brett went through the shoes, Maria counted the types. There were 9 pairs of pumps in various styles and colors with heels ranging from 2 inches up to 4 ? inches. She smiled at the two pairs of sandals Brett looked over. One had a three inch high wedge heel. The other was a pair of slingback, thong sandals with a 1 inch heel. The last pair of shoes were silver, ballet flats that were adorned with large silver bows at the vamp. Maria sighed when she looked at them and said, "I wish those were in my size." "You like them?" Brett asked. "How could I not?" She answered as she helped Brett start to carry the shoes over to his closet. When they finished putting the shoes away, Maria smiled and said goodbye to Brett. "I'll see you Monday, honey," Maria said as she walked out the door. "See you Monday," Brett replied with a smile. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- When Monday came, Brett was eager to get back to work. He arrived early dressed in a black sheath dress with a black patent leather belt, black, sheer pantyhose and black pumps with a rounded toe and pleated embellishment at the vamp. Not having key to the office yet, Brett had to wait for one of the other girls to arrive to let him in. Nina arrived first and smiled at him, "Wow, one of my secretaries is early. That's a first for me. And such a lovely outfit, I believe I've seen those heels before." Brett smiled and followed Nina into the building. He took his seat at as his secretary's desk beside Maria's and waited for his work assignments for the day as would become his routine throughout the week The days all started off the same with Annabella, Deborah and Nina dropping work off on Maria's desk. As the senior secretary, Maria was tasked with dividing the secretarial work between herself and Brett. Even though she knew she could use the situation to get out of doing the parts of the jobs she disliked the most, Maria felt the need to be fair with Brett. As such, Brett was given tasks that Maria knew that he could do better than her. Brett wrote all of the office's correspondence with its clients and suppliers. It was work that was beneath Brett's talents, and he took care of it with an ease and skill that Maria knew she could never equal. Maria did have Brett do some of the offices more menial tasks though. As noon passed each day, Brett found that Maria always tasked him with ordering food for the office. After being told by Nina where they were ordering from, he would walk from office to office to ask what the girls what they wanted. Maria loved watching Brett take the other girls' orders as well as her own. She felt that it was one of the lowliest tasks she could give him. She knew that doing such work made it clear to Brett that he was beneath the other girls in the company's hierarchy. She knew how much that excited him, and she felt good letting him revel in the pleasures of subservience. Maria would smile as Brett would place the order on the phone and handle the delivery men that usually brought the food. The other girls were all aware of Brett's fondness for looking up the social ladder as well, so they playfully kidded him about his new position. While all the girls loved to tease him about his self-inflicted lowly status after years of success, Annabella took the most pleasure from it. Even more so than Maria, she loved making Brett feel his position as a junior secretary. When Wednesday came, Annabella pulled Maria aside to suggest that Brett handle the office's usual mid-week dusting by himself. While Maria planned on doing it with him, she saw Annabella's point and knew what it would mean to Brett. Annabella smiled as she watched Maria give Brett his morning orders. Brett nodded dutifully as Maria explained, "Chantal, as the new girl, you know, it's your responsibility to keep this place clean. We have people to vacuum the floors and take out the trash, but they don't dust around here. That's going to be your job. Okay?" "That seems fair, Maria," Brett said as he felt a familiar twitch between his legs as he was talked down to by a superior. Maria stood up and showed Brett where they kept the cleaning supplies in the closet. Brett took hold of the pledge and a few rags and began by cleaning his own desk. He went around the office taking his now normal skirt constricted steps and bent down to clean each surface. Maria struggled not to smile as she watched him. She could see his enjoyment of the lowest task in the office on his face. Annabella made a point to come out of her office to watch him clean the common area from time to time. She could not keep the smile off her face as she did so. It was almost as wide as the aroused smile plastered on Brett's face. Brett could not understand why he enjoyed cleaning in front of Maria as much as he did. He had given up even trying to understand himself by that point. It was enough for him that he enjoyed it. He no longer saw any need to try to figure out what inside of him made degradation his greatest source of pleasure. With the common area clean, Brett made his way into Nina's office. She got up and let him clean her desk as she went to talk to Deborah. After Brett finished cleaning up Deborah's office, he went into Annabella's. Unlike the other girls, Annabella did not get up. She kept typing away while Brett leaned over her desk. She smirked as she watched him clean up close. She knew that he was enjoying it. She leaned back in her chair and saw his erection poking at the back of his skirt as he bent over her desk beside her. She giggled, prompting an inquisitive look from Brett. "Oh, it's nothing, dear," she said with a smile as Brett shook his head, rolled his eyes and continued wiping clean Annabella's work area. When Brett finished cleaning, he sat back down at his desk and fielded a few phone calls while Maria took inventory of the office's supplies. Brett was a master at sounding pleasant on the phone and enjoyed the brief conversations he had. Brett did not enjoy one of his daily customs though. He knew that every afternoon between 1 and 2 his feet and ankles would start to throb. He would remove his heels as often as he could when he was at his desk, but he knew that it was not going to stop the pain. He found himself rubbing his ankles and feet every afternoon without fail. The other girls took a little amusement out of seeing a man go through what they did, but they went out of their way to tell him that he would get used to them as time went on. The pain made the afternoon coffee requests a pain for Brett. While he enjoyed the feeling of being ordered to bring one of the girls a cup of a coffee, the foot pain that accompanied it in the afternoon dulled his arousal. As he took his painful steps every afternoon while carrying a cup of coffee, he would start to ask himself, 'What the hell am I doing? I'm a successful writer! I had control over my life. How could I possibly do this?' The thoughts would all go away quickly though as he smiled at the girls while he handed them their cups. They would smile and thank him, and he would feel an instant surge of arousal for pleasing them. While second thoughts about what he had done crept into his mind every once in a while, they always drifted away quickly as he reveled in the joys of subservient feminineness. Brett found that every clerical act he did filled him with the same sense of excitement that it had when he first started. Whenever a client arrived, Maria made him go and tell the one of his superiors that a client was there to see them. Brett took a strange pleasure from gently knocking on the girls' doors, being permitted to enter and then announcing a persons' arrival. Brett felt the same rush whenever he had to bring documents to the girls. He had developed a pattern that excited him. He would walk towards the door, tell the girl it was him, enter, place the document into the girl's hands and ask if there was anything else he could do for them. Nina and Deborah would smile at him, but Annabella loved hearing him ask if there was anything else he could do for her. She went out of her way to come up with something for him to do. Annabella enjoyed wielding her power over Brett almost as much as he enjoyed being ordered about. Simple tasks like faxing, copying and filing documents were all exciting to Brett too because of their ease. He knew that no special training or skill was needed for it. While he had polished his writing skills his whole life, he knew the menial tasks he did could be easily done by someone who was barely literate. From time to time, Brett would smile when he thought about what he once was and what he had become. He had been a writer who able to drift around where he wanted to go while his bosses bent to his whims. Now, he was gofer for his female bosses. He bent to his bosses whims, even a secretary ordered him about. He used to write only when he wanted to, but, now, he was required to be in the same place from 9 to 5, five days a week. He was a respected talent in his field, now he was easily replaceable. As a man, he made a small fortune. As Chantal, he made barely more than minimum wage. The mere thought of his changed position in life, would cause his member to stiffen. As Friday morning turned into Friday afternoon, Brett felt that he had experienced the best week of his life. Then, shortly after lunch, a heavyset client walked in. He said hello to Maria before Maria introduced him to Brett. Brett shook Bruce's hand with a smile. Bruce smiled and asked, "How do you like it here?" "I love it. The girls are great." "Aren't they? This one's a little crazy though," Bruce said as pointed at Maria. "We all are," Brett retorted as he crossed his legs, which were encased in grey tights. "You're all pretty too," Bruce said with a smile and a wink at Brett. Brett was unsure how to take the wink and felt a little uncomfortable. He squirmed as the man said, "You know I've got a lot of girls out there, but you seem kind of special." 'Oh, keep telling me how much of a player you are it's so turning me on', Brett thought as he forced a smile onto his face and tried not to roll his eyes as he tugged at the side of his black pencil skirt. Misinterpreting the smile, Bruce continued, "You really are special. A very pretty girl like you, you have to have a boyfriend." Seeing an out, Brett answered, "Yes, I do unfortunately. He's a good guy though." Brett could see the disappointment in Bruce's face. It made him feel a little relieved even as it caused a confusing arousal. While he was not gay, Brett could not deny that being found attractive by guys made him excitement. Deborah came out of her office and greeted Bruce and took him into her office. After she closed her office's door, Maria smiled at Brett and said, "Why did you tell him you had a boyfriend?" Brett's face grew stern, and he shook his head as he replied, "I don't want that guy thinking he's got a shot." "You really are too selective, honey." Brett shook his head as he began to wonder if Maria thought he was gay. While he felt that was an understandable conclusion given how he was living his life, he was not happy about it. Maria then began to laugh and said, "I told you. I told you, but you didn't think it would happen." "What are you..." "I told you that there were going to be some guys coming in here and hitting on you." "Yes, but I think I handled it well." "Well, enough for a first time. I'm an expert." "How so?" "I let them know upfront about my boyfriend, then I flirt with them. It's harmless fun, and it keeps them at arm's length." "I've got to work on that then," Brett responded as he went to answer a phone call. As Friday evening came, Brett said goodbye to the girls and told Maria that he would see her tomorrow for their shopping trip. Brett headed home as he did each day that week except for Wednesday when he went food shopping. Brett walked into his apartment and immediately took of his heels like always he did everyday when he walked through the door. He then walked into the kitchen and started making dinner before he changed into one of his casual dresses. After cleaning up after dinner each night, he would lay down on the couch and watch the television before he would shower and head to bed. Brett awoke on Saturday morning and stepped into the shower. When he finished showered, he dressed in a sundress and made himself a quick breakfast. After eating, he went into the bathroom to put on his makeup. Applying a little eyeliner, mascara and lip-gloss, Brett tried to go with an understated look before he spent time fixing his long, brown haired wig. He hated how hot the wig made his head feel, but until his hair was at least long enough for a short female style, he knew that he would have to keep wearing it. With the wig secure, Brett went over to his pocketbook to make sure that he had his money and makeup in the bag. He then put on his one inch heeled sandals and headed for the door. Brett walked over to his car and drove down to the local mall to meet up with Maria. They met in front of the J.C. Penny's as they planned. Maria smiled as she walked up towards Brett. They exchanged a hug and kisses on the cheek and headed inside as their pocketbooks dangled from their shoulders. Brett and Maria walked into the mall and began walking through the common area. They peered into shops, but did not enter any until Maria pulled Brett into a shoe store. Maria looked over the pair ofmesh faux snake skin three inch heeled pumps and asked Brett's advice. Brett picked them up and looked them over and said, "I think they're pretty. I really like the open toe. Try them on." Maria nodded and looked for a pair in her size. She slipped them onto her feet while Brett looked through other pairs for himself. Maria stood up and said, "What do you think?" As he looked down at her shoes, Brett smiled and said, "They look fantastic on you. You have to get them." Maria grinned and giggled in response. Brett rolled his eyes at her as she sat down and put the shoes back in the box. As he looked through the shoes, Brett found a pair that he liked that were within his price range. Maria smiled at the pewter, leather, five inch heeled pumps with chiffon pleating and said, "Those are too cute. You should try them on." After hesitating for a moment to consider the difficulty of walking in heels that high, Brett decided to try on a pair. He loved how they looked on his feet, and Maria responded, "You need to get those." "I need to?" Brett responded. "Yes, they're too perfect on you to put back." Brett nodded and decided to buy them. They then headed to the register, both afraid that if they stayed in the store any longer they would end up spending more than they could afford to. With their shopping bags in hand, they headed back into the common area. The two stopped in a few stores before Maria said she wanted to enter Victoria's Secret. Brett walked in behind her. He watched as she went through the racks and pulled out a pink, lace babydoll. Maria smiled at Brett and said, "Do you think William would like this?" Brett tilted his head and said, "Any guy would like to see you in that. If William didn't, you might want to see if he's you know." Maria smirked and said, "William's all man, so I'm sure he'll love it. Brett accompanied Maria to the register and watched her pay for the babydoll. After that, they headed back into the mall and strolled down to a kiosk selling cosmetics. Still a relative novice when it came to cosmetics, Brett let Maria pick out his mascara, lip gloss, lipstick, eyeliner and concealer. Brett listened to her as she explained why she was selecting certain types before Brett paid for the makeup. When Brett finished paying, he followed Maria into J.C. Penny and they started looking around at the business attire in ladies department. They went through the racks and looked at various suits and dresses. Brett pulled out a black pantsuit and showed Maria. She shook her head as she told him that she did not think it was his style. Knowing less about fashion than her, Brett went with her advice. He settled on a black skirt suit with a three button jacket, a shawl collar and a pencil skirt with an accordion hemline as well as a sleeveless, black dress decorated with pink colored floral print that came with a black, three quartered ruched-sleeved jacket. Maria ended up buying a sleeveless, black and white dress that was decorated with rosettes and hit just above her knee. Brett was jealous that she saw the dress first since he loved the design and wished that he could have gotten it. It was a minor consolation for him that the dress seemed a bit out of his price range as junior secretary and only barely in Maria's price range as the senior secretary. After the cashier wrung up their purchases, Maria told Brett that they had to go and meet William. Brett was sad to see their day out end, but he knew that Maria had a date to keep with her boyfriend. Maria leaned in towards Brett and they hugged and kissed each other goodbye on the cheek. "See you Monday, honey," Maria said as she let go of him. "See you Monday," Brett responded. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Brett headed back to work Monday and continued on his normal routine. As Wednesday came, Brett went about dusting the office again while Annabella stole glances at him as she watched his manicured fingers clean the desks tops. Annabella moved towards Brett as he cleaned a bookshelf and said, "It must be tough for you to clean this place all by yourself? I know that dusting can be a chore? "I don't think it's a chore. I don't mind it all. I've never really been adverse to cleaning." A smile crept across Annabella's face and said, "I wouldn't think you would be." Brett picked up on what she meant and blushed. Even though he knew that his enjoyment from performing subservient acts was not lost on any of the girls, the mention of it still embarrassed the part of him that knew he was supposed to be a man who was not supposed to have such feelings. Annabella brushed Brett's arm as she saw his reddened face and said, "I know you don't make that much money here, so I was wondering if you want to pick some extra cash." Knowing what she meant, Brett smiled and said, "I'd clean your place if the price is right." Annabella nodded and said, "I'll give you 80 bucks each Saturday morning, to clean my house from top to bottom." "How big is the house?" "It's a two bedroom cape." Brett nodded to himself and thought it over for a second. While he knew he was opening himself up to more kidding from the girls, he knew that as a junior secretary he could use the extra money. He smiled and said, "You've got yourself a deal." Annabella nodded and went back to work. Shortly after Brett finished cleaning, he saw a man walk through the front door. Brett immediately recognized his face; it was Maria's boyfriend, William. William strolled over to Maria and placed his lips on hers. Brett stared longingly at their embrace, unsure of whether he was jealous of William or Maria. After ending their embrace, William leaned down to kiss Brett on the cheek as he said hello. Brett fought off the urge to blush at being kissed by a man. He knew that it was something he would have to get used to and nothing that seemed out of the ordinary for a woman to experience. Brett continued to work as he overheard Maria flirting with her boyfriend. He tried to tune them out, but it was no use. Maria's every giggle made his member twitch. Part of him wished he could be with her, while another part wished he was her. He fantasized about being in Maria's seat and exchanging knowing glances with William. He wanted to be desirable to him the way that Maria was even though he was not attracted to William. The feelings confused Brett as he tried to get his mind back on typing a letter for Nina. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- When Saturday morning came, Brett got ready to drive over to Annabella's to clean her home. He dressed in the most comfortable clothing and shoes he possessed. He still had not bought a pair of pants or sneakers, so he dressed in one of the sundresses that Annabella had given him as well as the hand-me-down ballet flats that Nina had provided. Brett fixed his wig and headed for his car. He drove over to Annabella's and rang her doorbell. Annabella greeted him dressed in beige Capri's and a black t-shirt. She let him and showed him around her home. She showed him where she kept her cleaning supplies and let Brett get to work. Brett started cleaning her two bathrooms first. He felt a little embarrassed to be cleaning a coworkers toilet or anyone else's for that matter. However, Brett knew that if the girl he was living as did not have access to the money from his former life, she would need to do something to make additional income. The idea that he was living out the role he wanted made his member swell inside his panties. 'This is real. I'm really just an office girl', Brett thought with a smile as he scrubbed Annabella's bathtub. When he finished with her bathrooms, he dusted and vacuumed her two bedrooms. After he finished cleaning her dining room, he made his way into Annaella's kitchen. As he started to clean her stove top, Annabella walked and asked how things were going. Brett shrugged and said, "Fine." Annabella smiled and asked, "Did you ever think you'd end up doing this?" Brett smirked at her and responded, "What do you mean, as a woman or your housekeeper?" Annabella smile remained as she responded, "Both I suppose." "Never would have thought it. I guess Chantal was just lying beneath my surface and waiting to come out. As far as cleaning your house, I'm an office girl. I need to make extra money were I can." "That's true. You don't make much do you?"' "No. It's a low skilled position." "Yes, you don't even need college or any real training for it. I wonder how you're doing with it. I know you do a good job and all, but you're so over qualified. Do you ever think to yourself, what the hell am I doing here?" Brett nodded and replied, "That crosses my mind from time to time. When I'm fetching one of the girls coffee like a gofer and living in my cramped little apartment. Even when I was cleaning around here, it crossed my mind." "But still you keep at it." "I have to." "Why?" "It makes me happy." Annabella smirked as she responded, "You're happy being on the bottom wrung of professional society." Brett smiled at her as her words caused his member to twitch. He knew that Annabella was well aware of how being reduced to such a lowly position excited him. He knew that she liked making him feel his new position .He nodded and said, "Yes, I do love it." Annabella grinned and said, "But you make so much less now. I mean as Brett Hynde, you had to make a small fortune from those detective thrillers." "I suppose I did, but it didn't make me happy." "But working for barely more than minimum wage while scurrying around an office in a skirt and heels does?" Brett blushed and nodded, knowing that Annabella had him pegged. Annabella responded, "That's good. I'm happy for you, really. I almost can't believe it. You've come a long way. I have to give you credit, dear, you've really taken to being a secretary, a junior secretary at that." "You didn't think I could do it?" Brett asked out of confusion. "I know you could do it, but I almost can't believe how much you actually have embraced it. I thought it was in you, but I didn't..." "Thought what was in me?" Annabella smiled and answered, "When I first met you, I knew you had a submissive side. Even when you were just observing us, I could tell you wanted to help us. It wasn't until you started helping Maria that I put two and two together." "Put what together?" "Your submissiveness and your effeminacy. You just took to secretarial work like you had been waiting your whole life to be something girly. I had to know if I was right, that's why I suggested that you dress up like a secretary to help out Maria for the day." "How did you know that? I didn't even know I had this in me?" "Sometimes we're blind to what we are. Sometimes that's because we just can't pick up on it, other times it's because we don't want to see it." "Which was I?" "I can't answer that for you, but given how quickly you embraced the girl that was waiting to come out inside of you, I'd have to say you just couldn't see her. I think if you were hiding from her, you would have fought against it and not gone along with my suggestion." "Maybe, but I had worked as a gay hairdresser for a period of time. I was surrounded by women, and I don't think that I ever thought that I was girlish then." "Gay isn't the same as girlish. You're not gay. As far as I know, you're not even a straight woman inside that male like body beneath your pretty clothes. You may have also been too deep into your research for the role to even notice your girly desires if they were there. You could have been too focused on someone else to see yourself." Brett nodded as he understood her point. He wondered if she was right. As Brett pondered what he really was, Annabella smiled and said, "Did you say that you used to be a hairdresser?" "I like to think of myself as a stylist, an artist really," Brett said as a smile crept across his face. "Do you think you could cut my hair?" "I'm sure I could, but I don't have any supplies. I don't have right scissors to cut hair, you know." "Yes, but I'm sure you could get them." "Maybe, but I'm not licensed in this state." "You think I'd turn you in?" "No, but it makes it harder to get real supplies," Brett said as he finished cleaning Annabella's stove. "If I got you the supplies, would you be willing to cut my hair Monday?" Annabella asked. Brett shrugged and thought to himself, 'I could use the money. I could get some new clothes with it.' He then answered, "You know, what, Annabella, if you get them, I'll do it." "Fantastic," Annabella squealed. "I've got a girlfriend who works for a supplier. I'm going to give her a call right now. Just tell me what you'll need, and I'll get it for you, my treat." Brett smiled and told her what he needed. Annabella scurried off to make a phone call while Brett went back to cleaning her kitchen. As Brett finished cleaning her living room, Annabella came over to him and said, "I'll have all the stuff this evening. Can you cut my hair after work on Monday? "I can do it," Brett said after a brief pause before he put away Annabella cleaning supplies. They talked for a few minutes in the kitchen before Annabella paid Brett and told him that she would see him on Monday. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The alarm clock went off Monday morning, and Brett climbed out of bed. He turned off the alarm and stumbled into his bathroom. He began his normal routine by showering and drying himself off before he wrapped a towel around himself and went into the kitchen. He heated a bowl of instant oatmeal in the microwave while he poured water into one of his coffee cups. When the oatmeal was done, he placed in the cup and took out a tea bag. While the oatmeal cooled off, Brett scurried off to his closet and pulled out a dress he got from Annabella and laid it on the bed before he affixed his breast forms and secured them with a black bra. With his bra secured, Brett took out a pair of black, opaque tights. He rolled them down and stepped into them. The silky feeling climbing up his legs carried with it the same feeling of arousal he felt every time he put hosiery on. Still dressed only in his feminine underwear, Brett strolled away from his bed and pulled the water out of the microwave. He made himself a cup of tea and placed it on the table beside his oatmeal. After walking back over to his bed he placed on the black and white, floral print wrap dress. He smoothed it out with his palms before he went over to his closet and took out a pair of black, four inch heeled, patent leather pumps. He carried the pumps over towards his apartment's door before he went and sat down at his Formica table. Brett ate his breakfast and went over to his dresser. He took secured his wig on his head before he applied his makeup. Brett then put on a cheap, drug store wristwatch and headed for the door. He paused before the door and put on his shoes before he took hold of his purse. Brett headed out of his apartment building and walked over to his car. He opened the door and sat down. He then turned the key, but the car refused to start. Brett groaned and opened the hood of his car. "I couldn't have made a mechanic be one of my main characters," Brett muttered as he stared at the engine. Brett closed the hood and tried to start the car again. When the car would not start, Brett slammed the door shut and thought about calling for a cab. Brett knew that he had the money from his old life to afford it, but part of him nagged that Chantal could not afford a cab. He knew that Chantal could only afford a bus trip. Brett reconciled himself with that fact and hurried over to the bus stop in front of the apartment building as fast as he could with small, skirt constricted steps. As the bus's doors opened, Brett entered and took his seat. He tried not to think about how far away from his office the closet bus stop was. He knew there was not one close, and he knew that his ankles and feet would kill him by the time he reached the door. The bus reached his stop and Brett disembarked. He started down the road and made the half mile walk towards his office. He looked around at the buildings as he walked down the streets, careful to avoid getting his heel caught in any of the cracks in the sidewalks and pavement. As he walked past a construction site, Brett wondered if what he heard about those sites were true. He walked by and received only one look. A guy with a jackhammer smiled at him and said, "How you doing, beautiful?" Brett shook his head and rolled his eyes. He was happy for the complement, but he thought to himself, 'I didn't merit at least one whistle from one of the guys?' Brett felt strangely disappointed to not be objectified. Only the one worker's complement, kept him from feeling unattractive. Brett made it to his office just as the hands on his wristwatch showed the time to be 9 A.M. Maria was already in the office and so was Nina. Maria smiled at Brett and said, "I beat you here for once." "I had a morning from hell," Brett responded as he shook his head. "What's wrong?" "My car wouldn't start so I had to take a bus." "That sucks! I had to do that once. The closest stop is like a half mile from here." "Tell me about it," Brett said as he sat down and began massaging his ankles. Maria shook her head with a smile as she responded, "See, that's why I wore flats when I took the bus." Brett retorted, "There was no planning involved here, Maria. I didn't have time to go back and change my shoes. It was a killer." Maria smiled and got back to her work as Annabella walked through the door shortly after Deborah did. "I'm looking forward to this evening. I hope you're not rusty," Annabella said as she walked past Brett. Brett replied, "I need to talk to you about that." "You're not backing out are you after I spent that money?" "No. I don't want to, but I can't get there." "Why?" "My car wouldn't start this morning. I had to take the bus to work." "The bus? There's no bus stop within a mile of here." "It's not really that far away, but I can't get to your house until I get my car fixed." Annabella smiled and said, "I'll get you there, dear. I'll drive you to my place and back. That way you'll get a little money to help fix your car." Brett grinned and felt a little relief before he said, "Thanks, Annabella, that means a lot to me." "Don't mention it," Annabella said before she turned and walked into her office. Maria overheard their conversation and asked, "Why are you going to her house tonight?" "I'm going to cut her hair." "Why would she let you do that?" "I used to be a stylist." Maria cracked a smile and replied, "You were a stylist before you were Chantal?" Brett blushed and said, "I was researching a part for one of my book's characters." Maria smiled and said, "Well, I could use a haircut too, could you squeeze me in?" "You'll have to ask Annabella. It's her house." Maria nodded and called Annabella's extension. She picked up and agreed to let Maria come over to get her hair cut, but then she added, "You know what, Maria? Ask Nina and Deborah if they want their hair cut too." Maria said she would and called up both. Deborah said she just got her hair cut and declined, but Nina was interested. Nina told Maria, "I'll watch Chantal cut Annabella's hair. If I like the job she does, she can cut mine too." Maria gave Brett a thumbs up and relayed the message to him when she hung up with Nina. Brett was sure that he was going to impress Nina and the others with his styling skills and anxiously awaited the end of the day. After the workday ended, Annabella drove Brett to her house and helped him set up in the kitchen. Nina and Maria arrived in separate cars not long after. They took a seat at Annabella's kitchen table and watched as Brett began to trim Annabella's hair. Brett took great care to shape her hair exactly as she wanted him to. Nina watched him intently as he worked as she chatted with Maria. Every once in a while, she would ask Annabella about something that happened at work and she would answer. Brett was a little surprised about the stiffness of their conversation. When he had worked in beauty parlors he knew the girls were talkative. He was surprised by how relatively quiet the girls he worked with were while they were getting their haircuts. Eventually he realized, though, that there was a reason. He knew that while Nina was a good boss, Maria was a bit intimidated by her. While he was respectful towards Nina, from his past experiences with her, Brett was not afraid of her. It dawned on him then that Annabella was also a bit tighter lipped around her as well. Brett finished up with Annabella and took a step back. He grabbed Annabella hand held mirror and moved back towards her. "Well what do you think?" Brett asked Annabella as he handed her mirror to her. "I love it," she said as she looked over at Nina who nodded in agreement. She looked at Brett and said, "I'd like you to cut my hair as well." "Not before she does me," Maria said. Nina gave her subordinate an odd look and Maria explained that she had to go and cook a late dinner for her boyfriend. Nina understood and let Maria go next. Maria took a seat as Brett shook out the apron outside. He walked back in and covered up Maria and began cutting her hair. As he cut her hair, Maria started to talk about William. Brett's jealousies about her relationship with William reemerged. He tried to suppress them as best he could as he trimmed her hair. Brett soon finished giving Maria a quick trim. Maria checked her hair in Annabella's mirror before she paid Brett and said goodbye to the girls. Nina smiled as Maria rushed out of the house to go and make William dinner. She looked over to Annabella and Brett and said, "That girl is a throwback, maybe that's why she's the only one of us with a man." Annabella smiled while Brett forced himself to as well. Nina took a seat and it was not long before Brett started to cut her hair. "So how are you liking it at my office, Chantal?" Nina asked. "It's nice," Brett replied. "Has it been what you hoped?" "That and more," Brett responded. "I'm happy to hear it. I was afraid that you wouldn't last." "Why's that?" Nina shrugged and said, "Because the job is beneath you. You could be making a lot more money and doing a lot more important things." "She's doing what she enjoys," Annabella interjected. "That she is, I bet," Nina replied as Brett trimmed the hair on the back of her head. "I am enjoying myself," Brett added. "I know, dear. It sometimes amazes is all." "Why?" "Because, unlike Annabella, Deborah and Maria, I knew Brett well. He was not just some guy who showed up and become you. He was someone I was friends with. Now, he's gone. He just up and disappeared into you. I was shocked by it at first. I guess the guy I knew was just a fa?ade waiting to crumble and expose you." Brett continued cutting her hair as he tried to formulate a response. Annabella then said, "I saw Chantal in him pretty quickly." "I didn't. I couldn't believe that he would go along with being Chantal for a day, let alone becoming her forever. No offense to you, Chantal, but Brett was a famous writer, and you're just a low paid office worker." Brett nodded as he continued hearing Annabella and Nina talk about his male persona as something relegated to the past and non-existent. He felt the same way about it, but he had never heard anyone else discussing it. It seemed strange for him to hear that the man he used to be was gone. "Do you miss him?," Brett finally asked Nina. "Do I miss Brett?" Nina asked. Brett nodded. "Sure, I miss my friend, but I know that you're much happier than he was. I look on the bright side too, I may have lost a friend, but I gained a great secretary." Brett blushed at her praise of his secretarial skills. Nina noticed and laughed as Brett held the scissors away from her head. After Nina was done getting her haircut, she headed home while Annabella and Brett cleaned up in the kitchen. As they finished cleaning, Annabella leaned towards Brett and said, "You really are something else." "Thanks," Brett replied as he started to pack up his hair cutting supplies with a smile. Annabella put her arm around him and said, "Chantal, I'm really impressed with your work." "Thanks," Brett said again as he blushed at the shame he felt at feeling good for being praised for his feminine skills. Annabella smirked at his red checks and placed her lips to his. Brett felt her tongue enter his mouth as he felt a mixed of shock and arousal run through him. As their lips parted, Brett went to speak, but the wordsmith could find no words. He was surprised by her assertiveness. She had done something that he could never muster the nerve to do. Annabella took him by the hand and began to lead him towards her bedroom. She opened the door and drew him inside. She smiled at him as she closed the door behind them.