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The Firm Belladonna I was once a young attorney on the track to becoming a partner at my mid-sized law firm. I had a promising future with the firm, and I had the respect of all of my peers, bosses and the firm's support staff. I am not nor have I ever been a particularly stunning male specimen. I am only 5'8" and I've been thin my whole life. I've always been rather unremarkable when it came to strength and size. I reconciled myself with those facts, and it never stopped from me from achieving my goals. I went through college and law school, leaving behind a string of ex-girlfriends. I always treated them nicely, which they often stressed when they broke up with me. I saw my friends act like jerks to their girls only to have the girls fawn all over them and wondered why I couldn't be more of an ass too. Alas, it was not in me. I've always played it safe. I was never much of a risk taker, and I took the first job I was offered out of law school. It was not a high paying job to start, but there were advancement opportunities within the firm. When I was hired three years ago, I was a good five years younger than any other associate at the firm. Consequently, it took some time for me to get the associates and the secretaries and paralegals to take me seriously. However, when I proved myself to be a highly capable employee, they all came to view me as a future partner. In addition to the respect of the staff, I had the respect of my bosses. The partners treated me better than the three other associates I shared a working space with. I was the managing partner's golden boy and everyone knew it. Brian Fielder did nothing to discourage that belief either. The other partners similarly had a high opinion of me and treated me as almost an equal with the exclusion of one partner. Natalie Danilova was the youngest partner and the only female partner in the firm. Everyone at the firm knew why she was promoted to a partner. The lack of female partners brought about some scrutiny from the EEOC. Since she was the only female associate at the time, Natalie was the natural choice to be made a partner to help get the firm out of the EEOC's crosshairs. Natalie was the only person in that office that could intimidate me. At 30, she was the youngest partner by ten years. She was also one of the tallest. Without heels, she stood 6'1" even. Given her fondness for wearing three inch high heeled pumps, she seemed even more intimidating. She was slender and had long legs and long, straight blonde hair. She had a toughness about her that probably stemmed from her Eastern European parents who fled the Soviet Union before she was born. Natalie was not one to give anyone any credit around the office. She made the one female associate nervous given her constant critiquing of her performance. She treated the two other male associates and I no better. Nothing we ever did was good enough for her. The secretaries and paralegals all feared her in a way that they did not fear the male partners. The cordialness that existed between them and their male bosses did not exist with Natalie. As much as I feared Natalie, I was turned on by her as well. She was gorgeous. She was perfection. She frequently wore knee length skirts and dresses that showed off her unparalleled legs. They are the most perfectly toned, slender legs I've ever seen. She was out of my league, and I knew it. She knew I thought she was pretty. She knew the other partners and male associates did as well. She did not care though. We were all, without exception, not in her league. Her air of superiority did not go over well with the secretaries and the paralegals. All eight of those women hated her. Their opinions were shared by the one female associate at the firm as well as the firm's sole intern, Kristen. Natalie towered over all of them and seemed indifferent to their feelings at times. They all muttered about her, but she was untouchable. The other partners got a long with her and knew of her importance to the firm. The two male associates I shared my workspace with were Bobby and Carlos. All three of us wanted to sleep with Natalie even as we sometimes found ourselves complaining about her with the secretaries that were situated near our stations. The female associate, Samantha, could not understand how we could find her attractive given her personality. While I knew the attraction was all facial, that's enough for a guy. I figured that I would never have anything more than an infatuation with her. That was what I and the other guys had to content. That was until one night when I was packing up to leave the office after the others had left, I heard Natalie talking on the phone with her boyfriend. I eavesdropped and found out that she had broken up with him. I was a bit surprised given their long term relationship. I was sure that he was going to ask her to marry him, instead it sounded as if she had recently thrown him to the curb. I heard her hang up her phone, and she walked out and saw I was still in the office as I hastily picked up my bag and headed for the door. She called my name out. I froze and turned towards her. I saw her smiling face and walked in her direction. "Working late again, huh?" "Got to get in those billable hours", I replied. She smiled and asked how my week had gone. I asked her the same thing before I asked about her boyfriend. She shrugged and said, "We're done." "I'm sorry to hear that", I replied, faking empathy as best I could. I think she realized that, but she did not mention it. "Not really. He was too much of a dick to be bothered with", Natalie replied as she brushed a strand of her golden hair away from her porcelain skinned cheek. "Why's that?" I asked, forgetting that I probably should not have been inquiring about one of my bosses' personal lives. A grin came upon her face as she answered, "He was just too much of a man, you know." I looked at her strangely, and shrugged before I said, "How can a guy..." She cut me off mid sentence as she said, "You know how some guys get. They act all macho and don't help around the house because it's 'woman's work'. They act like they're protectors even when they're too scared of rejection to get down on one knee and ask a simple question." I nodded at her rant before she asked, "You live alone, don't you?" I nodded again and went to speak, but she continued talking before I could get a word out. "So you can take care of yourself?" "I guess." "You guess. You can or you can't, Steve. Do you clean up after yourself, manage to feed yourself or are you one of those guys that runs home to mommy to have her do your laundry and cook you dinner when you don't go out?" I felt a little nervous as Natalie leaned over me when she asked me that question. I coughed and said, "I clean up after myself, and I can cook just fine. I don't really like to go out to eat too often. I'm trying to save money for a house." "Good for you. It's nice to see a man actually planning and capable of taking care of himself. That type is few and far between." "I guess you're right." "There you go with that I guess shit again. Am I right or am I wrong?" "You're right", I answered, hoping to please her. "See, that's something my ex never said to me unless I withheld sex." I nodded, feeling a bit uncomfortable with her last comment. I knew that some women used sex as a weapon to get what they wanted, but they usually weren't upfront about it when they talked to guys. I figured that she must have thought that I wasn't boyfriend material if she said that to me. However, Natalie continued, "Do you think you could accept the fact that I'm always right?" "You're always right?" I repeated her words back to her, trying to clarify if she really had said that. "Yes." I shrugged and decided to humor her. "Sure, you're always right, Natalie", I replied with a grin. "That's what I like to hear. Why don't you come back to my place?" I was stunned by her response. I wondered if I had misread her. I began to think that I had a chance with this stunning beauty. I nodded and said, "If you'd like me to, I'd..." "Good, follow me out of the lot. I've got plans for you." I followed her out of the building and got in my car. I tailed her to her home. It was a nice three bedroom ranch. When she let me inside, I looked around and saw that it was well maintained. It didn't take long for her to lead me into her bedroom. I was shocked by the speed that this woman operated at. She seemed to have no inhibitions about what we were doing. I was scared to death that I would displease her and be retaliated against at work. Still, I was consenting, so I'm sure that if I voiced my concerns about that, Natalie wouldn't have cared. She knew as well as I, that it's not sexual harassment if you like it. I tried to undress myself, but Natalie did it for me. She pulled off her own clothes as well before she pinned me to the bed as her lips were pursed against mine. She then straddled me and soon I found that she fully expected me to eat her out. I didn't hesitate. I had never been with a woman as gorgeous as her or any woman, for that matter, in six months, so I was prepared to give her whatever she wanted. When she had her fill of my tongue, she lowered her body over me. I saw her guide my cock into her. She moved up and down my shaft as she moaned and periodically gazed down at me to acknowledge that I was something more than a dildo to her. I was simply in awe of her as I felt pleasures surge through me that night. I went home that night with every detail of my encounter with Natalie running through my head. Even though I was exhausted, I found falling asleep to be difficult. The next morning, I saw Natalie waiting outside the office for me. She pulled me aside and we talked for a little bit. She informed me that she wanted to conceal our relationship. I was more than fine with that. In fact, I was thrilled that she thought that we had a relationship. I thought it was one night stand. Now, she was telling me that there was more to it, which was exactly what I wanted to hear. Natalie explained that she was going to treat me the same as she always did, but she added that to makeup for any slips she might make regarding her feelings, that she would talk down to me like she did with the girls. I didn't see anything wrong with that. I even kind of liked the idea. She had dominated me the night before, and I liked it. All throughout the week, she was true to her word. She treated me like a subordinate and talked down to me on three occasions in front of the support staff. That resulted in pity from the girls. They were used to that sort of treatment from Natalie. They shared their experiences with me, and I would complain about her too just to fit in. Natalie was well aware that the girls talked about her, and she laughed about it when I told her that I was complaining about her too. She had no problem with that because it helped to further conceal the nature of our relationship. I went to her house that evening for our first weekend as a couple, bringing with me a duffle bag filled with my clothes. She led me up to her room. I put my bag down and was permitted to put some of my clothing in her closet that was almost stuffed to capacity. I put my bag done and hung suit for Monday in her closet and followed her back down the stairs. I followed her into the kitchen and asked what she wanted to do about dinner. She responded, "I guess we could go out. I don't really want to, but I'm not domestically orientated, you know? I can cook, but I'm not very good." "I can cook", I replied. "You can?" She asked with a smile "I've cooked for years", I responded. "What do you know how to make?" "Name it", I answered. She smirked and said, "Why don't you surprise me?" I nodded and said, "I'll see what I can whip up." She took a seat at the kitchen table as I went through her refrigerator and freezer. I went through her cupboards as well and whipped up a meal for her. She set the table while I cooked and brought the meal I made over to her. She smiled at me as I set it down. Used to serving myself, I served her first without thinking about how it would look to her. She smiled at me as she took a bite before she raved about my cooking. I blushed and thanked her for her praise before I took a seat and started eating. When we finished eating, she excused herself to go to the bathroom. Trying to kill some time, I carried the dishes over to the sink and started doing them while she was out of the room. By the time she came back, I was finished with the dishes and was working on the pan. Natalie walked in and said, "You didn't have to clean those for me." "I know, but I didn't want to be a bad guest." "Bad guest? You cooked me dinner, darling", she replied with a smirk before she kissed me on the lips. I stared into her eyes for a moment before I finished cleaning up and joined her in the living room. We watched the television for a little while before we turned in for a night of casual sex. When we woke the next morning, I thought nothing of her suggestion to make breakfast. I was perfectly capable of it, so I did it. I cleaned up after we ate together, again not really thinking twice about doing it. I found it a little odd that she did not offer to help me with the dishes, but I was so grateful to be sharing time with such a beautiful woman that I did not dare to raise a stink about it. She then offered to take me to lunch that afternoon, if I wanted to go with her. I hastily agreed to it, but she told me that she would have to do some work she took home with her. She asked if I could entertain myself for a bit, and I told her I could. She went into her home office and started reviewing files while I walked around her house. I started watching television, but I quickly grew bored with what I was watching. I felt a little uneasy lounging about while she was working. A gnawing feeling that I should be doing something for her came over me. I started tidying up around her house. I made her bed, and I wiped the dust off some of furniture. She came out of her office because of the scent of the cleaner. She smiled as saw me working around her house and asked what I was doing. I told her that I felt bad lying around while she working. That prompted a bigger grin to come across her face before she said that if that was how I felt, I should at least do her vacuuming for her because she hated it the most. I agreed and asked where she kept her vacuum. I retrieved the vacuum and vacuumed her carpets while she went back to reviewing her files. I took some initiative when I finished and began to clean her wood floors with her Swiffer. The smell again prompted her to come out to watch me. She smirked as she walked past me and said, "It looks like I got what all women really want." "What's that?" I asked. "A house-wife", she replied. I blushed at her comment and tried to respond, but she continued, "I'm just joking." Her smile disarmed me and I went back to cleaning while I stared at her long legs that peeked out from beneath her white short shorts. We went to lunch not long after I finished cleaning her hallways and dinning room floors. She paid the bill for lunch despite my weak protests to the contrary before we went back to her place. She smiled at me and said that if I really felt bad about not paying for the meal, I could work it off by cleaning her kitchen. I laughed at her at first, but I saw a serious look in her eye. I shrugged and said that I thought it was a fair compromise. I would have said that to just about anything she suggested if it meant I could have more nights like the one's she had given me the night before. As I finished cleaning up in the kitchen, Natalie called out to me from her bedroom. I headed for the stairs and went up to her room, hoping for a repeat of the night before. When I got there, however, she was standing fully dressed. I was a bit let down by that so, at first, I missed what was in her hands. She smirked at me as she unfolded the pair of pink, satin panties in her hand. "What do you think?" She asked. "They'll look great on you", I replied with a grin. She then shook her head and responded, "They're not for me. They're for you, silly." I was confused by what she said. I didn't quite understand why she was giving me panties. She read my confusion and continued, "I want you to wear them." I was silent for a moment before I mouthed inaudibly, "Why?" She read my lips and answered, "Because it will show me that you're serious about us. I've had some boyfriends cheat on me, and I won't stand for that. If you're wearing panties beneath your clothes, I know you won't let another woman undress you. I know that boys like you get embarrassed over that sort of thing." I was dumbfounded for a moment. While I was certain that she was right, part of me could not accept the idea of wearing panties. I wondered what she would think of me if I submitted to doing something so humiliating. I replied, "I can't put those on." She shook her head and replied, "Look, Steve, it's either this or you have to leave. I need to know that you're in this with me. If you agree to wear them, I'll know you're serious about us. If you don't, that just tells me that you are out to use me just like the others." "No. I'm not out to use, but there has to be another way to show you..." "I can't think of one. Too many men have to told me to trust them, and I always end up hurt. Putting on these panties won't hurt you. Hell, they're soft. You might even like them." "I wouldn't...", I began to reply defensively to her suggestion before she cut me off. "Fine, let's say you hate them. What does it really matter what kind of underwear you put on. No one sees them. I'm not telling you to go to work in a dress or anything. I just want you to wear something beneath your clothes that's our little secret." "But what if someone else finds out..." "How would they? Do you go around flashing your underwear?" "No, but what...." "I don't want it going around that we spent the night together, so my lips are sealed. Are you planning on telling anyone?" "No." Natalie smiled and ran her soft hands down my arms before she placed the panties in my hand and said, "Then don't fight me on this. Just give in, you might just like it." Her lips kissed mine, then I felt her undoing my belt. My pants dropped to the floor before she reached for my boxers. I felt the waist band stretch off of me before I sensed the boxers falling down my legs. Natalie pulled her lips off of mine and whispered, "Put them on." I nodded and stared up into her eyes as I placed on the panties one leg at a time before I pulled them up my legs. The soft feeling felt arousing. I was happy that Natalie could not notice what the feeling was doing to me since she knew how excited I was before I had ever even touched them. Natalie clasped my hard on beneath my panties. I looked down and notice how strange it looked to see a bulge beneath my pink underwear, but I knew that the feeling of it was something I could quickly get used to. I had never worn anything so comfortable. I felt almost sick to my stomach over how good they felt on my skin. Her hand pulled away from my crotch before she led me down the stairs. I felt a bit silly walking around dressed only in a t-shirt and pink panties, but I was too infatuated with her at the moment to say a word about it. We took a seat on the couch, and we snuggled next to each other as she put on a chick flick. I probably should have suggested something else to show her something resembling resistance, but I did not have in me at the time. I just laid there with my head on her shoulder as her arm was wrapped around my shoulder. When the film ended, Natalie smiled and said, "That's was good, huh?" "Yes", I replied with a half truth. While I was not particularly enamored with the film, I didn't hate it. However, I wanted her to think I liked it. She responded, "I liked it to, but there's something that just seems wrong here." I looked at her eyes, which quickly darted down towards my groin. I started to shake a little as I wondered if she had been setting me up and was only trying to assert her dominance over me like she did with her female subordinates. Her lips moved towards mine and her tongue forced its way into my mouth as she pinned me to the couch. As our lips parted she said, "Your legs just don't go with those panties. I think you should definitely get rid of those disgusting little hairs." "Shave my legs?" I replied in a hushed tone. "Yes, nothing makes me hotter than a hairless man. I love the feeling of smooth skin minus all that coarse feeling that most men let themselves have." I should have resisted her. I should have told her no and drawn the line, but I found myself walking with her into the bathroom. She undressed the both of us before she stepped into the shower with me. I felt confused as I felt the razor in her hands running across my skin. I was aroused by the touch of her hand, even as I was unsure if I was being used and taken advantage of. I wondered if it was all a sick game, but I was too excited to push her way. I watched as she removed every strand of hair beneath my neck until I was as clean shaven as she was. Were it not for my raging hard on and flat chest, my whole body would have looked positively girlish. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- - The next morning, as I got ready for work, Natalie had another request. She placed a pair of patterned tights on the bed and asked that I wear them in lieu of my socks. I was hesitant to do so, but given what I had already submitted to, it seemed like no big deal. She smiled and knelt before me as she worked the tights up my legs. As she drew them carefully up my legs, I felt increasingly aroused. She smiled at it and said, "I know you like the feeling, so do I. Don't worry about how they look either. Nobody can tell they're not socks. The kind of look them don't they?" I looked down at the black, stripped denier tights. I shook my head as I felt that they did not really look like socks, but they were close enough, I figured. I replied, "You're right. No one will be able to tell." She smirked at me as she situated the tights over my panties before she kissed my lips and walked out of the room to let me put my suit on. We ate breakfast together before we headed to our separate cars. We both drove to work and went about our usual workdays. Nothing seemed odd to me about the day. The only thing that struck me as odd was when Kristen came over and asked me a question about a case. That was not unusual, but her response was as she stood next to me. I saw Kristen smile at me before she walked away. I figured that she just thought I was cute. It wasn't until that night that Natalie told me the truth. Kristen had noticed my tights as she saw my exposed ankles. She had a pair just like them. She knew that they were not socks. As we ate our dinner together Natalie told me what had happened. She said, "Kristen told all the girls and it reached the partners." "What?" I asked, alarmed. "Yes, Brian wanted to fire you on the spot for being a cross-dresser." "I'm not a...." "Yes, but that's what he assumed. I mean you have to understand his viewpoint. If you were in his shoes and one of your male associates was wearing tights, you'd think he was a cross-dresser right?" She replied. "I guess, but..." "Well, it doesn't matter. Some of the other partners wanted to fire you too. You know how men are about this sort of thing. They don't want fags around." "I'm not..." "I know you're not a fag. I wouldn't be with you if you were. You're man enough for me, baby. Don't worry, but it's the others that don't see it that way. They just concluded that because you're a cross- dresser, you're automatically gay." "I'm not a..." I tried again in vain to successfully interject. "Well, anyway. The short of it was that I told them that if they fired you for being a fag, they would be sued. I reminded those hard heads that our state has anti-discrimination laws to protect fags." "Yes, but I'm not..." "They don't know that. They're sure that you are, so I'd do nothing to let on otherwise if you value your job. I don't want you losing your job over me, so I would really appreciate it if you didn't act reflexively heterosexual." "But I'm straight, what do you want me to do?" I retorted, finally able to get a full sentence out before she responded. "Just keep acting like you always have at work, and no one will know the difference." "Do I act gay at work?" I asked, actually wondering if I did. "Your behavior is somewhat ambiguous, but that's why you always intrigued me." "I intrigued because you thought I might be gay?" "Hell, no. I knew you were not a faggot based on how you looked at me and some of the other girls, but I knew that you had it in you to be a caring lover, not like a regular man." "What does that mean?" I asked in a huff. "It means you're a bit different from the others. That's why I was drawn to you. A man would cheat on me and break my heart. He would never shave his body for me and put on tights and panties like a woman. A man wouldn't do that." I threw my fork against my plate and shouted, "Then what does that make me then?" Natalie looked at me with a smile and said, "A sissy of course, dear. What else did you think you were?" "I'm not a sissy. I'm not gay." "Not all sissies are fags. A guy can love a nice cock and not be submissive. You're submissive, that's what makes a good sissy." "That's what you think of me?" "That's what I know about you. There's no doubt, dear." "I can't believe this!" "Why not? Don't you enjoy the feeling of your tights and panties?" "That doesn't mean...." "Don't you enjoy spending time with me?" "I did, but..." "Life will be easier for you, if you just give and admit it. You like submitting to me. You like being my sissy boyfriend." "I like being your boyfriend", I countered in a meek tone. Natalie assertively responded, "You like being my sissy boyfriend." As she took a bite of her food, I nodded as a feeling of helplessness overtook me. I wanted to storm out of there and reassert my masculinity, but I was never as turned on as I was by another person. I enjoyed submitting to her so I tried to put aside what that meant about me as I went back to eating dinner. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- - I went to bed that night, fearing the coming morning. I wondered if people would treat me differently at work as I got ready in the morning dressing in my black pinstriped suit that helped to conceal the black, opaque tights I was wearing to please Natalie. When I got to work, I noticed the snickering that I had been oblivious to the day before I saw how the bosses looked at me with disgust. I was no longer on the partnership track; I was just the gay guy they could not jettison for fear of a lawsuit. Needing the job, I was not in any situation to change their opinion of my sexuality. Kristen and Aida came over to me while I was working and asked why I had not come out. I wanted to scream that I was not gay and that I was straight and dating Natalie, but I knew that would endanger my job and Natalie's reputation. I could only respond that it was a private matter. That was enough for the girls who instantly started treating me nicer than usually did. I was a bit surprised when they tried to include me with their girl talk. I was disturbed by it, so I tried to keep to myself. The bosses treated me differently too. I was dealt with in a calm professional manner. They did not share their jokes with me and did not include me with the guy talk even when I tried to interject like they used to. I was treated just like the girls were. I was an outsider with them, and they did not care for my intrusions into their heterosexual male world. I knew my bosses did not respect me anymore. I was not sure how little they thought of me until Brian walked over to me and asked me to make copies for him in front of the paralegals and secretaries and intern. I looked around at the girls and said, "One of the girls can't do that for you?" "They're busy. Get on it", he replied dismissively as he walked away. I saw the girls staring at me as I got up and went to the copy machine and started making copies. Natalie walked by and saw me. She did not say a word; she just walked by like I was doing something I ordinarily did. I finished up with the copies and went back to my desk and started working on a brief, before I realized I needed to copy some exhibits. I looked over to Kristen and asked, "Kristen can you copy these for me?" She brushed me off and said, "I'm busy ask one of the secretaries." I walked over to the secretaries and asked them to copy it for me. Aida pulled her eyes away from the monitor that displayed the TMZ website smiled and said, "We're kind of busy right now. I'm sure you could handle it." I was aghast that they were treating me more like I was there equal than someone higher up in the company. After work, I went over to Natalie's house and told her about my day. She listened and tried to comfort me before she told me how I had to handle the firm's support staff. Natalie explained that I needed to convey more power around them. I made the mistake of asking how I should go about doing that. Natalie responded, "Well, when the girls tried to walk over me, I stopped wearing skirts for a while. I only wore power suits that let the girls know that I was above them." "That's not going to help me, I already wear pants..." "Yes, but your suits don't scream that you're powerful. I picked up just the suit for you." I should have told her to take it back sight unseen, but after I cleaned up after dinner, she showed me the outfit she expected me to wear the next day. Even before I saw it, I think I knew what was coming. She reached into her closet and pulled out a brand new black pantsuit. I felt my stomach turning before I looked at her smiling face. She said, "This will tell the girls that you mean business." "I think it will tell them something else", I replied with an unintentional understatement. "What do you mean? When I started wearing suits like this, the girls realized that I was not one of them." "That's all well and good, but you're a woman." "Thanks for noticing", Natalie replied with a grin. I shook my head and replied, "The girls won't think I'm powerful in that. They'll think I'm a sissy." "They already know you are sissy given the whole tights thing, but this suit will tell them that you're a sissy that means business." I cleared my throat and replied, "This isn't going to help?" "Do you think it will hurt? Do you think the girls will think any less of you because you're wearing something they figure you probably wear when you're alone?" "No..." "Then humor me. Just wear it tomorrow and let's see what happens." I should have manned up at that moment and told her no, but I relented like the sissy I am. I hated myself for it. I knew I should make a stand and show the world that I was not a pushover and not submissive, but I didn't. I just showed Natalie that she was the boss, once again. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- - I stayed the night at Natalie's since she had purchased a full outfit for me for the following day. She certainly made the night worth it for me, which only led to further lusty thoughts that clouded my better judgment. I was well aware that she was using her sexuality to control me, but I did nothing to counteract it. After making her breakfast the next morning, I started getting ready. I put on my black tights and black lace panties before I drew the pants up my leg and pulled up the rear zipper. I felt ridiculous in the pants before I put on the white button down blouse that Natalie had bought for me. I was more comfortable with how it looked because aside from the flower printed on the tag, it was a unisexual looking shirt. However, the silhouette of the jacket was decidedly feminine. I buttoned the two buttons of the jacket and looked at my reflection. The suit was certainly made for a woman, but it was not especially girly. It was a power suit, the kind of suits that Natalie wore from time to time to break up the monotony of her skirt suits and dresses. I put on my shoes and walked out of the room. Natalie grabbed me and pulled me into the bathroom. She forced her tongue into my mouth before she said, "We need to really sell you as a strong sissy." "Do the words strong and sissy even belong together", I asked, trying hard to hide my dejection. "Of course, that's what I'm going to make you look like. You may come off as gay, but everyone there will know you're not one of the girls." I nodded before she took out her makeup. I knew that it would make me look ridiculous like I was some half-assed transvestite. She put eyeliner around my eyes, claiming that it would make them seem bigger and more defined before she put red lipstick on my lips to make them prominent. She told me that my full lips were a good feature. I didn't deny it, and I didn't fight against what she was doing. When she finished she moved so I could see myself in the mirror as she started brushing out my hair. My hair was not particularly long, but it was longish for a guy I suppose. She used her brush and some hairspray to make it look as if I had a pixie haircut. I was surprised by how womanish I appeared when she was done. She said that she was doing it to help me show the girls that I was not like them, however, I couldn't help but feel that I would blend in among them even more. She then led me out of the bathroom and looked me over from head to toe. She shook her head as her eyes looked over my shoes. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Those just don't fit your new image. We need to make you look a little taller to project some authority." I knew what she had in mind, and I plead my case. I begged her to let me wear my own shoes, but she assured me that the shoes she bought me the day before better fit my new style. I could not deny that even as I wanted to. I wanted to tell that it was not my new style and that she was forcing it on me, but, again, I didn't. I just submitted like a sissy, which only made me more ashamed of myself and less willing to make a fuss. I watched her take out the new shoe box that was pink and white. She pulled out the shoe to let me take a look at it. The pump had a two inch heel. It was a very simple black leather shoe with a rounded toe. If it wasn't for the heel and the clear slip on style of the shoe, I almost would not have been embarrassed to put it on. However, I blushed fervently as I took them from her. I slipped my feet into them and started walking around. I felt extremely awkward walking in them. Natalie noticed and told me that I would get used to them in time. I was sure that I did not want to get used to them, but I didn't dare say that to her. She smiled as she heard my heels clicking on the wood flooring in her hallway before we both headed for the door. She smiled at me and asked if I was forgetting anything. That's when I remembered I did not have my keys or wallet given my lack of pockets. She handed me a small black shoulder bag and told me that my keys and wallet were inside. I checked to make sure they were before I headed out the door. With each step further away from the house, I felt a little more nervous. I looked around to see if her neighbors were watching me, but there was not a person in view on the street. I slipped into my car and pulled away from the curb. I tried to not think about what the others would say when I got to work, but it was impossible not to. I knew that there was no way any of them could be blind enough not to notice that my suit was not made for a man. It was a power suit for a woman, which I knew they'd equate as a sissy suit for a man. I pulled into the parking lot a few seconds after Natalie. Natalie waited for me to get out of the car so we could walk in together. Even though she did not want people to know about our relationship, she wanted to project that she was friendly with me. We walked in together and went our separate ways. I saw the eyes of each person look up at me before I would get more inquisitive stares regarding my new look. I took my seat at my desk and noticed Bobby was gawking at me. I didn't have the nerve to ask him to stop. I knew why he was looking at me the way he was. I knew why I heard snickering among the girls. I was firmly the office sissy, and that made me a bit of a curiosity and the easiest target for mockery. I went about working as I normally did, but I could not help being distracted by the sound of every laugh in that office. I just knew that each laugh had to be at my expense, even though I had no proof of that. When there was no doubt I was the target of someone's joke, it just made it worse. I overheard two of the partners talking about me and they started speaking in lisping tones that I never had, but I had become associated with them simply based on my appearance. The words made me blush, which was clearly seen by Aida and Kristen. They both tried not to laugh about it, but they were not able to conceal their smiles. Aida and the other girls did not mock me openly, and they seemed to treat me kindly. I did not get the abuse from them that I received from the partners and my fellow male associates. The girls went out of their way to make feel accepted even as they took to calling me Stephanie, as the bosses mockingly referred to me as. I ate lunch with them when my fellow associates decided to take lunch without me and the partners all went there separate ways for lunch. I was happy that they even included me on some of their conversations. I didn't know what they were talking about, but I bluffed my way through it when we talked about clothes and TV Shows. I only kept my mouth shut when they started talking about hot guys. I was not willing to give the name of who I thought was the cutest male star out there, despite Kristen's pressing me for an answer. The girls laughed at me when I changed the conversation by complaining that my shoes were hurting my feet and back. "It sucks doesn't it", was all Aida could manage to say before cracking up about it. It was part of the price of beauty, I was told by Heather, one of the firm's paralegals. I nodded even though I did not feel beautiful. I knew the girls were pretty. I knew that they suffered to make themselves even more attractive. However, I felt that my suffering only resulted in psychological pain that accompanied the abuse I had quickly come to expect. I have to say, the girls were the only thing that made the day tolerable to me. The camaraderie I felt with them was the only thing that made me slightly happy that day. After work, I was going to head home to try and collect my thoughts, but Natalie's hand grabbed my shoulder as I walked out the door. She told me to go to her house. I went to shout that I was done with her, but my mouth opened and no words came out. I meekly nodded my head before I hung it. I knew I was nothing more than a sissy at that moment. If I couldn't make a stand then, I knew I never would. I met up with her in front of her house. She smiled as she got out of her car and told me she had a treat for me. I knew that it would certainly only lead to further embarrassment, but I looked in her trunk as she opened it and saw what she had in store for me. She went through her 'gifts' for me. They were a few skirt suits, dresses, bras and a pair of breast forms she bought for me on her lunch break. I carried the bags inside only because I did not want the neighbors to see what we were looking at, even as I'm sure that they probably thought I was just one of Natalie's girlfriends. I placed the bags down by the door and found my nerve to speak up as she closed the door behind us. "You can't expect me to wear a skirt to work." "Why not, dear?" She asked as she put her pocketbook down. "Because I'm not a girl!" "I know that, you're a sissy. Why are you being so defensive about this?" "I'm not being defensive? Men don't wear skirts..." "Of course they don't, but what difference does that make." "I'm a man." "Oh, darling, not this again." "What? I am a man." "No, dear, you're not. If you were a man, you wouldn't be allowed in this house. You're a sissy." "No, I'm..." "Trust me, dear. A girl knows. It doesn't bother me. I love you for it." "Why can't you love me as a man?" "Men have hurt me too many times to give them another chance. I need a sissy to worship me, not some guy to take me for granted." "I wouldn't take you for...." "I know that, but that's because you're a sissy. We could go through this whole charade of you being a man even while you carry on like a prissy sissy, but why bother. You are what you are. Don't be ashamed of it." "Don't be ashamed of it, I'm a man. How could I not be?" "For the last time. You're not a man." "How can you say that?" "Look at yourself. You let your girlfriend put you in high heels, tights, panties, that's a girls suit on you too, babe. You've got makeup on and an Emma Watson haircut. Do you think a man would let anything like that happen to him except on Halloween?" I started to lie, "He might...", but Natalie wouldn't hear of it. "No, he wouldn't. He wouldn't even consider it. That's why I knew you were the one for me. You know that I'm the boss, and that it's for the best." I felt tears come to my eyes as I processed what she said. I felt like running out of there, but I couldn't do it. I found myself shamefully submitting to her once more. I nodded and said, "If you want me to wear skirts, I'll do it." "That's a good, sissy", Natalie replied as she kissed my cheek and told me to carry the bags up to her room before making her dinner. I went up the stairs and hung my new clothes in her closet before I went into the kitchen. I cooked for her and called her in for dinner. She talked about her day as we ate before we went to bed. The following morning, I put on my breast forms for the first time. They felt strange, even more unusual than wearing a bra felt. I dressed in the light grey skirt suit and a pink blouse. I paired the outfit with black sheer pantyhose and black pumps. I drove to work that day almost not even caring what the others had to say. I had heard it all the day before. The derision from the partners continued. I heard it from my male associates as well. However, the girls still could not have been nicer to me. We exchanged complements about clothing and went about working our respective jobs. Around midday, Kristen emerged from a meeting with the partners. It was then that we were told that she had been retained as an associate with the firm and would be kept on, pending her passing the bar. Everyone congratulated her, and we went back to work. The more thought about it though, the more suspicious her retention seemed to me. While we had enough work, I didn't think that there was enough to justify adding a new lawyer. Part of me felt that they were laying the groundwork to let me go. I later learned from Natalie that there was more to it than that. She told me that the partners considered firing me again and letting me sue them. They felt that I had become a distraction and that a payout through a lawsuit might be the better alternative than keeping me on. Natalie, however, convinced them that I was not a distraction. She pointed to my interaction with the girls. I barely noticed it at the time, but the partners did watch me more closely after their meeting. She later explained to me that the partners came to conclude that she was right. Natalie told me the partners felt I blended in as one of the girls. There were still concerns regarding the obvious disdain I received from Bobby and Carlos, in addition to the partners. However, the partners, by a majority vote, decided that I was not a big enough distraction to justify the firm dealing with a potentially embarrassing lawsuit. A big reason for that determination was the views of our clients. Those that came in saw me did not think twice that something was off about me. It became clear to the partners that none of our clients could tell that I was really a man. I even heard one ask Brian, "Who's the Emma Watson imitator? I haven't seen her before." I took that as a complement even though I knew I should be ashamed at letting myself be dressed up like a woman. When the man asked if I was single, Brian protected the firm by lying that I was in a serious relationship. I smiled at the conversation, even as I tried to pretend I was not listening. Despite the bosses' decision not to fire me, I knew that they still wanted me gone. In my heart, I knew that they had simply shifted their means for getting rid of me as I saw the firm's new division of the workload. It became clear to me that the bosses were going out of their way to treat me worse than the other associates. My best assignments were transferred to Carlos, Bobby and Samantha, while I was given our most menial cases to work on. Even Kristen got better assignments than me, instead of the usual leftovers from cases involving unimportant clients we weren't likely to get more work from that she used to get. Those menial assignments were now mine. I knew they were phasing me out. Still, I knew that they would not fire me because of what Natalie told me. I came to believe that they were simply trying to make me quit because it would make my discrimination lawsuit more difficult even though the very actions they were taking helped further prove that they were discriminating against me because of my perceived sexuality. After the first week of this new arrangement, I got up the nerve to talk to Brian about the small quantity and low quality of the work I had been given. Brian brushed me off and told me to ask Aida what needed to be done around the office. I was galled by the fact that he told me to ask someone who was technically below me on the office totem pole for assignments. I considered quitting for a moment, but I knew that would be foolish. The economy was so bad, that I would face an uphill battle finding any job, let alone one that paid me a comparable salary. I went over to Aida to ask her what to do, but Natalie came up to me first and asked me if I could get her a cup of coffee. I saw Aida's surprised look, as well as the surprised look on Heather's face. They both knew that even the paralegals were not ordinarily asked to get coffee, especially when the secretaries weren't preoccupied. Since she was one of my bosses, I felt that I could not tell her no. I walked into the kitchenette, brewed her a cup of coffee in the Keurig and made it just the way she liked it. She took it from me in front of all the girls. I think she did that just to embarrass me a little. I then asked Aida what I should do next. She gave me some menial tasks, like typing up correspondence to clients and sorting the mail. I felt down right foolish doing it, but I was determined to not let them drive me out the door. I kept asking Aida what else she had for me, and she always found something. What she came up with though was nothing more than a little research or following up with a client. That situation lasted for three days before Natalie called me into her office. She asked me to take a seat. I sat and crossed my legs as I looked at her. She looked down at her desk for a moment before she said, "Aida, complained to the bosses about your salary." "Why?" "She doesn't think that it's right that she makes less money than you do, even though she tells you what to do." "Well, I can see her point, but that's the bosses fault. I shouldn't be asking her what I need to do." "I understand that, Steve. I do, but you're not really anything more than a glorified paralegal. The paralegals here draw a nice salary, you know." "Yes, for a paralegal, but I went through law school. I'm a lawyer." "That's true, but you don't really work as a lawyer anymore." "Because they won't let me..." "Please don't get snippy with me, Steve." "I'm sorry, but I..." "Steve, I think you should agree to reduce your salary to that of our senior paralegal, Karen. She makes a little less than Aida and that's how it should be." "I can't give up my salary, I need..." "Steve, I've already got the solution to any of your monetary concerns." "What's your plan", I asked with evident sarcasm. I knew immediately that she disliked my tone, but she replied, "I let that slide, but I was thinking that you could move in with me. You spend most of your time there anyway. There's no reason for you to pay for an apartment. Not having to pay rent will more than offset your loss of income." "Maybe, but I...", I began to reply as I wanted to state my concerns regarding the loss of financial freedom that accompanied her plans for me. I was not opposed to living with her. I wanted to, but I didn't want to lose any of my financial independence. "So it's agreed", she said as she stood up. I went to correct her, but she gave me a look that told me that I better know my place. I smiled and nodded at her as she opened her door and went to talk with Brian about what I had agreed to. I overheard their conversation. Natalie told Brian that she had handled the situation with Aida and that I agreed to stay on at paralegals pay. I then heard Brian refer to me as a paralegal. I realized that it was not just a reduction in pay that I had agreed to, it was full a demotion. My stomach dropped before I started trying to go back to work as I tried to not think about what the future had in store for me. My exercise in avoidance was short lived as Brian called me into his office. He explained the very thing I had overheard as Natalie stood beside me. I wanted to shout that I had agreed to no such thing, but Natalie pretended to console me. She put her arm around me to comfort me before she ran her fingernails down my back prompting my penis to twitch beneath my tights. Natalie smiled at me and said, "I think you're doing the right thing." I nodded weakly as I stared up into Natalie's beautiful eyes. Her angelic face masked the dominating personality she possessed. As much as I resented her at that moment for what she had done to me, I was still awed by her beauty and thankful to be able to share her life. I began walked towards the door, but stopped as Brian said, "Stephanie, can you get me a cup of coffee, one sugar, with a little milk." I turned towards Natalie and looked for direction. Natalie nodded at me, which prompted me to respond, "Right away, Brian." I walked into the kitchenette and made Brian a cup of coffee. Before I picked it up, I felt Natalie's hand on my ass. I turned my face towards hers as she kissed my cheek and said, "I told Brian about our relationship. He's a little confused by it, but as long as you keep being a productive little sissy around here, you won't have to worry about your job. Now, I want you to donate your old clothes to goodwill this evening before you come over to my, well, now, our place. Got it, darling?" I nodded slowly as I looked at her beautiful face. A face I was so enamored with that I could not say no to. No matter how much that inability changed my life, I did not resent it at that moment. While my situation humiliated me, I knew that I was going to be living with a woman who knew exactly how to push my buttons. I must admit, as humiliated as I am about being Natalie's sissy, I've never been happier.