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The Family Business Belladonna Angela looked over the company books. She had spent the better part of forty years building the company from the ground up and could only shake her head at what she was seeing. The closely held corporation only had two shareholders when she started it, herself and her late husband, who provided some of the capital for the first store. The store served as a retail outlet for local designers and began turning a profit in its second year. From there, Angela expanded the company by opening stores in twelve different locations over five states. The stores business model changed over the years, but the company remained sustainable. She felt that her company was in good hands when she turned it over to her only child five years earlier. Taylor was happy to take control of the company even though he knew his mother always had veto power over his actions given her control of seventy-five percent of the company's shares. Taylor was the only other shareholder of the company. His mother gifted him his father's twenty- five percent share shortly after his death. Despite his mother's power over the company, her years of coddling him led him to believe that he could do whatever he wanted. He was used to getting what he wanted, and his mother choose not interfere with the company after retiring as CEO despite maintaining her position as the Chairwoman of the Board that only included herself, her Vice President son and Secretary daughter-in-law, Helena. Angela had been tipped off to her son's behavior by a longtime corporate employee who was on the verge of retirement and unwilling to stay silent as she saw the company decline before her eyes under Taylor's watch. Angela wanted the woman she had trusted so much to be wrong, but she knew that the woman had never lied to her before. So, she went to the corporate headquarters and began to review the company's expenditures and finances. Angela grimaced as she looked at her son's expenditures. While Angela began taking a generous salary after the company had expanded to include a couple of stores, her son's salary was more than double her final salary despite the fact that he had not increased the company's sales or done anything to further the company's growth. The company's books confirmed everything her former employee had warned her of. There were "business" trips to Las Vegas and Rio de Janeiro, the acquisition of a company yacht that only Taylor had access to and Taylor's company Lamborghini that he had managed to never let her see. While the stores were still turning a profit, her son's prodigious waste of the company's assets on himself were driving the company into debt. Angela knew that she could not let her son destroy the product of her professional life. While her son was out of the office, on what he had told her was a business meeting, Angela walked into her daughter-in-law's office. Helena looked up as she saw Angela walk into her office and close the door behind her. "What can I do you for?" Helena asked. Angela took a seat and asked, "Do you know where your husband is?" "A business meeting. He always tries to schedule at least one full day of meetings a week," Helena replied. Angela shook her head and retorted, "No. I have it on good authority that he takes off to go out on his boat every week." "He doesn't have a boat." "That's right he doesn't. The company does." "I didn't know that." "I didn't either, until I looked at the books this morning." "Wait, a minute. You're telling me he's on a boat." "It's a yacht actually. He stores up in Cold Spring Harbor." "You're joking me. He couldn't have kept that secret from me." "That's what I figured," Angela replied with a stern look. Helena shook her head and replied, "I never seen the boat. I swear. I don't go with him on his meetings." "I know. I was told you were always left behind." "Yes, he needs to conduct business at his meetings and on his trips. He's got an important job. I understand he needs to focus on it." "Well, he sure has focused, just not on his job." "What do you mean?" "Where do you think he goes on his business trips?" "He tells he meets with designers and other retailers, so he was going to Paris, Milan and wherever there's a convention." "No, dear. There are no company trips on the books for anything like that." Helena froze as she stared into her mother-in-law's eyes as sense of rage came over as she realized that her husband had played her for a fool. She fought the urge to shout as she asked, "Where has my husband been going without me?" "Vegas, Rio. That's what the receipts say. The company credit card has some interesting entries too." "Did he pay for a hooker?" Helena screamed. "Nothing like that, but there's some strip clubs on there." Helena calmed down a little. She was not happy that Taylor went to strip clubs, but it was not abhorrent in her view because it did not rise to cheating on her. Angela asked, "So you were unaware of this?" "I trusted him. He never gave me a reason not to. I don't know if I can ever..." Helena put her hands over her eyes as her elbows hit the top of her desk. Angela put her head down for a second before she asked, "What about the car? You had to know about the car." "Which one?" "The Lamborghini," Angela said in a stern voice. "What about it?" "How do you think he paid for it?" "He can afford it." "I'm sure he could with the princely salary he's given himself, but he charged it to the company." "Exactly how much does he get paid?" Helena asked. "About $900,000 a year." "He told me it was Three!" Helena shouted. "That would have made a lot more sense," Angela retorted. Angela pounded her fist against her desk and looked at her mother-in- law's angered face. She could relate to it. They both felt betrayed by Taylor, but for different reasons. Angela felt anguished that her son would jeopardize the company she had created with his ostentatious displays of wealth, while Helena had a feeling of despair and anger over her husband's repeated lying to her. A silence filled the room as Helena wondered what she would do next as Angela plotted the best course of action against her son. She looked over her daughter-in-law and saw the pain in her eyes. It was different from hers. Angela was disappointed in her son, but she still loved him. Angela knew that Helena was unsure if she still loved him given his betrayals. Angela stood up and said, "I'm going to the harbor to await my son's arrival. You're free to join me if you'd like." Helena nodded and stood up. She grabbed her pocketbook and followed Angela out the door. She sat in Angela's passenger seat on the drive to the harbor in silence. She was unsure what she would say to her husband when she saw him. Helena thought back to the day she met Taylor. She had recently started working for Angela while Taylor was still out trying to find a job for a different company. Taylor walked in after another unsuccessful interview to have lunch with his mother. Helena was nothing more than a paper pusher at the time who could only dream of moving up to a position where she would be in charge of the company's fashion agents who scoured the markets for the latest designs. At the time, she would have settled for being one of those women tasked with locating the latest fashions to sell in the company's stores. Taylor was charming when she met him. He was self-assured despite having accomplished nothing in his life. He was refined having been sent to the best schools, but he showed little exceptional talent. However, it was his kindness towards her that first attracted her to him. Taylor showed a genuine interest in her, and she felt a connection with him from the first time they met. Once they began to date, despite Angela' initial unhappiness with one of her employees dating her son, that connection only seemed to be more real to her. After Taylor started with the company at Angela's insistence, the relationship continued to grow stronger. With Taylor's greater income and wealth, he spoiled Helena prior to their marriage. After the wedding day passed, Taylor spent less money on her, but he always kept them comfortable. With their two incomes, Helena believed that they were doing quite well for themselves. She was completely unaware of how well Taylor was really doing after he took over the company. Helena knew that they had been putting away money for their retirement and were living quite comfortably as if they were making a combined $300,000. Now, she knew that her husband was spending upwards of $600,000 on herself while she kept herself on a budget because of their plans on having a child, which seemed to be less and less of a priority for Taylor with each passing year. The car came to a stop in the harbor and they walked down to the slip that Taylor rented with the company's money. Angela shook her head as she felt the warm breeze blowing off the water. Helena looked out into the water and saw the boats drifting around the water, which was shimmering under the sunlight. They paced around the dock for an hour in silence before they saw a boat heading their way. Angela pulled Helena aside and walked up the peer. They crouched, out of the view of boat as their position was masked by a large boat. They saw Taylor's yacht pull into the slip and made their move as they heard the engine turn off. They walked towards the boat and saw Taylor's smiling face beside one of his friend's. "Hello, Taylor," Angela said as she looked at her stunned son. Taylor's eyes immediately turned towards Helena as two young women walked towards him and his friend. Helena shook her head and walked away from him. "Helena, it's not what you think," Taylor said as he got off the boat. Angela glared at her son's friend Jeremy and their two female companions that seemed no older than their early twenties. One of the smiling bikini clad girls got off and said, "You must be Taylor's mother. I'm a Terri." "Charmed," Angela replied before turning away from her and walking towards where Helena had fled. She paused as she saw Taylor talking to Helena. Helena never broke her silence even as she glared at him. After a few minutes, Angela walked over to them and said, "Taylor, meet us back at the office." "Mom, I've got..." "This is not up for debate." Helena nodded and stood up and walked to Angela's side. They drove back to the office in silence and waited for Taylor to meet them there. Taylor arrived ten minutes after them, having paused to briefly discuss his situation with Jeremy. Taylor found his mother and wife waiting for him in his office. His mother was sitting behind the desk that had once been hers. Helena was sitting in one of the guest chairs, and Angela pointed to the other chair and told him to have a seat. Taylor saw the unforgiving look in his wife's eyes as he sat down. Angela peered over the desk towards her son and said, "There's going to be some changes around here." Taylor nodded as he waited to hear what his mother had to say. "First off, I'm going to call a meeting of the board to relieve you of your duties as the CEO immediately. I am taking control over the company once more. I will be willing to keep you on as the Vice President of the Board and as an employee of this company, but at a greatly reduced salary." "How reduced?" "I was thinking more in line with Helena's pay." Helena knew that Angela's decision would impact her finances, but she was happy to see the horrified look on Taylor's face as he realized that he would no longer be able to throw money around like there was no tomorrow. She was happy that her husband was going to be on a budget, just like her. Taylor shook his head and said, "Mom, please, I..." Angela cut her son off and said, "Taylor, I looked at the books, and we're losing money and it's all because of how you're spending the company's funds on this lavish lifestyle. I'm not going to risks hundreds of people's jobs so you can live like a king while you pilot the company I built into a death spiral." Taylor had never been so harshly admonished by his mother. He was not sure what to say. He stared at her in silence before Helena added, "There's going to be some changes at home too." Taylor looked at her as Helena continued, "For starters, you're not sleeping with me anymore. I don't know what've you've been doing, but I don't want to catch anything from you." "I'm clean. I swear, it was never more than harmless petting." "Petting!" Taylor sank down in his seat as he saw the rage in his wife's eyes that accompanied his admission. Angela shook her head at her son and said, "You'll also be learning the business from me and the other girls." "I know the business..." "Just stop, Taylor. You know part of the business. You know the financial side, but you didn't grow the company like I did. You just used it as a slush fund for yourself." "That's not a fair..." "It's not an accurate description? I can show the corporate books, and that's exactly what it shows." "You need to learn how this place works and understand why women buy from us." "I..." "Not one word, Taylor," Angela retorted. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Beginning the next work day, Taylor got a crash course on what all sides of the business involved. Angela instructed him on the importance of putting the company's profitability over his own desires, which she previously believed he knew went without saying. Taylor listened carefully to his mother as he knew that she was well aware of what needed to be done to succeed in the business. He also genuinely felt bad for putting the company in a perilous position. It was easily rectified by his mother, but he knew that he would have to do better the next time she handed the company to him. Taylor dedicated himself for the first time to his job and promised himself he would not fail her again, no matter what it took. Angela took pains to explain every little detail of the business side of the company, which he had been previously overseeing without paying much attention. Taylor sat by his mother's side as she identified waste that could be eliminated to make the company more profitable, enabling the company to soon add two additional stores. Taylor worked beside his mother as she took possession of her old desk and office. Taylor was permitted to stay in the office at the small desk she had placed in the corner for him so he could observe her as she conducted business. Angela's every action was carefully examined by Taylor. He wanted to see how she managed to be so successful and came to view her with the same awe that the longer tenured corporate employees had for her. Taylor marveled at how his mother's intuition never seemed to be wrong when it came to company matters. He felt ashamed that the only failure she ever had suffered with the company was placing him in charge. Taylor felt that he was the only mistake she had made. Taylor was permitted to make some decisions for the company, but he was surprised to see that his mother always reversed them. Angela took pains to explain to him why he was wrong. Although the frequency of his mistakes alarmed him, Taylor was glad to be corrected because he knew it was the only way he could make sure his mother's company succeeded once she was no longer around to rectify his mistakes. Angela smiled at her son's attention to her work and her words. She enjoyed the look of determination he had not to disappoint her again. It was encouraging to her, but she knew that the business side of the company was not the only thing he had to learn. Angela was well aware that Taylor had to learn to deal with suppliers and understand what the company was selling. She never taught her son the details of the female fashions that her company exclusively sold. Taylor had never shown any interest and she figured that as long as the proper people were in place, he would not have to understand the finer points of fashion. Now, however, given Taylor's precarious relationship with Helena, Angela knew that her son might have to choose his wife's replacement if she chose to leave the company to get away from him. Angela sat Taylor down and began teaching him about the importance of stitching and patterns. Taylor learned terms he had never heard before such as Jeggings, Bias Cuts, A-line shapes, as well as the differences in necklines and sleeve shapes. The words went over his head, so Angela stopped and made him write down everyone of them on flashcards. The company's entirely female staff smirked as they saw Taylor going through the flash cards with words and phrases like Empire Line, Ghagra, Handkerchief Hem, Mules, Pleats, Tussar as he largely unsuccessfully tried to remember the definition before turning over the card. Taylor's struggles with fashion terminology were not the only things that brought smiles to their faces. The girls loved watching their former boss scurrying around the office to help out his mother. He ran her errands like a secretary as he tried his best not to disappoint her in anyway. Helena smirked as her husband became known around the office as Mother's Little Helper. The fact that Taylor was essentially his mother's assistant was not lost on anyone. Her corrections of his decisions were well known throughout the office too. There was a sense of relief among the employees that a competent and attentive person was in charge. Even though it meant they had to be more productive, the girls were relieved that Angela was solidifying the company and thereby making their jobs safer. Meanwhile, Taylor was experiencing changes at home as well as the workplace. Given his years of excessive spending, Angela gave his weekly checks to Helena. Taylor was unhappy about being put on an allowance by his wife, but he felt he was in no position to complain, a point which was frequently driven home by Helena. Helena exercised full control over his personal life. Taylor was uneasy with the situation, but he did not want a divorce. He still loved Helena, even though he had long taken her for granted. He was as determined to win back her affection as he was to make his mother proud of him. Taylor decided not to fight Helena's rules. He was put on the same diet as her, since she no longer wished to cook two dinners and he was incapable of cooking for himself. Taylor acquiesced to her decision and even began to help her cook. He watched her carefully and listened to her instructions to help her decrease the amount of time it took her to make their meals. The taste of the healthy food Helena ate to maintain her figure took some getting used to for Taylor. He was used to eating what he found to be delicious not health conscious. Taylor was happy about his weight loss though. The switch from fatty foods to a largely carbohydrate free diet whittled away his stomach flab as his body became generally thinner. Taylor also began to help Helena out with her errands. They took turns picking up their dry cleaning, and he went shopping with her when she permitted him to. As they shopped for groceries together, a pretty young girl in her twenties walked past them. Helena's eyes immediately turned to her husband's which were clearly focused on the girl's shapely rear. Helena slapped Taylor's arm and refused to say a word to him the rest of the day. The next morning Taylor awoke and saw Helena standing at the foot of his bed. "What's going on?" Taylor asked as he rubbed his eyes. "Put these on," Helena said as she threw a pair of white tights at him. "What the hell?" "I said put them on." "I don't know how to do that." Helena sighed and pulled the covers off the bed. Taylor's eyes opened wide as he saw the determination in his wife's eyes. "Okay. Okay, I'll do it for you," Taylor said, desperate to please her. Taylor went to place his legs into the hosiery before Helena stopped him. "That's not how you do it. You have to roll them down." "Huh?" "If you do it the way you were about to, you're going to put a run in them." "That's how that happens." "One of the ways, husband. I see your increased knowledge of fashion is not a working knowledge. I'll have to talk to your mother about that." "What's that mean?" "You'll find out." Taylor did not like the sound of what he had heard, but he tried to focus on the task at hand. With Helena's assistance he rolled the tights down and placed his feet into them. He worked the tights up his legs with her help. He noticed he was becoming aroused as the tights were worked up his legs. He figured the weeks without a woman's touch had caught up to him. Helena noticed and smirked at his arousal, but did not say a word about it. They then spent the rest of their day together before Helena invited him into her bedroom. Taylor wasted no time rejoining her in the master bedroom for the first time in weeks. Part of him had feared that he would never get the chance again. As Helena got into the bed, Taylor stripped out of his male clothes and was going to take his tights off, but Helena stopped him and told him to get into the bed. Taylor was confused but followed her direction. He snuggled up next to her before Helena placed a kiss on his lips and wrapped her legs around his. Taylor felt strange as his wife's legs pressed and dragged the silken tights across his legs making him more aroused than usual. She pulled down the top of his tights to let his member escape its pre- cum dampened, nylon encasement. Taylor felt her grab it and thrust it into her as she climbed on top of him and controlled their love making for the first time. Helena climbed off of him when she was finished and fell sleep. Taylor lied awake next to her for a few hours, as he tried to make sense out of what happened. The next morning, Taylor awoke and got ready for work alongside Helena. As he dressed, Helena gave him a pair of black tights she expected him to wear under his black socks and gray pants. Excited about the night before, Taylor did as he was told. He finished getting dressed and collected his keys and wallet and headed towards his wife. Helena paused before the front door as she took hold of her pocketbook and walked towards Taylor with a smile on her face. "Why are you so happy?" "Because I know you'll never cheat on me now." "Why's that?" Helena smirked and puts her finger tips between Taylor's pants and tights. She pulled the tights away from his body and let the top smack against his skin before she answered, "Not too many girls go for that on guy." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Shortly after their workday started, Taylor saw Helena pull aside his mother. He did not know what they were discussing, but he knew it had to involve him. An hour after, lunch Taylor found out what they had been discussing when Helena walked into his mother's office and closed the door behind her. Taylor looked inquisitively at his mother and wife and asked what was happening. Angela answered, "Taylor, Helena told me that while you are certainly learning about female fashion, it's only an academic knowledge and not a working one." "Well, what do you expect, I'm not a woman. I don't wear the stuff." Angela nodded and said, "Well, I think you should understand some parts of being a woman. You have to know why women buy things from us." "I guess, but how am I going to do that?" "I think you should try out some of our merchandise," Angela answered. "I'm not going to...." "Don't get yourself in a tizzy about this. It will just be between us. I'm not asking you to parade around the office in a dress. I just think you should understand how some of what we sell feels like on a woman." "Can't I just ask a woman?" "No, it's not that simple. Hearing it from somebody else is not the same as experiencing it. If you experience it, you'll understand it better," Angela answered. Taylor sighed and asked, "What do you want me to do?" Helena smiled and picked up a bag and gave it to Taylor. Taylor rolled his eyes as he took it from her and took out the beige shoe box. Taylor closed his eyes for a second as he knew what was contained inside. He opened the box and looked at the three inch heeled pumps. He turned towards his wife and said, "What are you trying to do to me?" "She's just trying to help you get better at your job," Angela answered for Helena. "Come on just put them on and see how they feel. You're going to learn a lot about what I go through to look pretty for you." Taylor blushed as he took the shoes out of the box. He looked back at the office door and asked Helena to lock it. Once she did he slipped off his oxfords and tried to place the shoe onto his feet. "The shoe's too small," Taylor said as he was unable to place the shoe on. "Take off your socks," Angela replied. "I can't..." "Why not?" Angela asked. Taylor blushed and looked at Helena who asked, "What's the problem, Taylor? That should be no more embarrassing for you than putting on the heels." "What's no more embarrassing?" Angela inquired. With his face beet red, Taylor pulled off his socks, exposing the black tights he was wearing for Helena. Angela grinned at her daughter-in-law and said, "I see you've already started helping him get a working knowledge of women's fashion." Taylor's reddened face prompted smiles to come across Angela and Helena's faces as Taylor placed on the heels. He put both feet on the ground and said, "There! I've worn them. Can I take them off, now? I feel ridiculous." "Note quite yet, dear. You need to understand what a woman feels in them." "Okay." "Stand up." Taylor sighed and stood up. He nearly lost his balance and had to grip his mother's desk to keep himself upright. Angela smirked at her son and said, "See that. It's not so easy to even get up in those things." "Yes, I get it. It's not like walking in men's shoes." "No, not all, dear," Helena replied. Angela then asked, "How do you feel?" "Stupid." "No, I meant your feet, you silly boy." Taylor placed his hand on her desk again and said, "Off balance and my toes and heel feel like all my weights on them." "It basically is," Helena interjected. Taylor nodded and said, "I really don't know how you do it." Helena could tell Taylor was just trying to kiss up to her and she said, "Well, you're not done yet. Why don't you try to walk in them?" Taylor grimaced before he forced a smile to his face and took a few steps. He felt more assured with each step until his foot landed slightly to the side of his heel. Taylor tumbled to the floor prompting grins on both girls' faces as they fought back the urge to laugh. Helena walked over to him and helped him stand. Taylor thanked her and asked if he could take the shoes off. Angela nodded, and Taylor wasted no time removing the shoes and putting his socks and oxfords back on. "Well, I think that was a great introduction for you, Taylor. I think you learned a lot with just a little experience of what a girl has to deal with." Taylor nodded, hoping that would be the end of it. Angela, however, had other ideas. She looked Taylor over and said, "I'm going to take you to one of our stores tonight after closing time so you can learn just a little bit more about what we do." Taylor felt his stomach fall as he processed his mother's words before he saw the grin on his wife's face. He was sure that she was the source of the idea, but given the night before, he had no idea what her motive was. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- That night, Taylor was taken to one of the company's stores after closing time. The sales crew that had finished cleaning up and restocking shelves for the night smiled and said hello to them before they left. Taylor looked around the store. He had only been in one a few times over the previous five years. Helena took his arm and said, "It's time for you to learn how a girl shops." Taylor nodded and walked beside her. Helena walked on one side of him while Angela walked on the other. Helena showed him the racks of tops and said, "If I don't like the sleeve, I won't even look at the rest of the top or a dress. You can tell by just that side view of piece whether it's worth looking at. Of course, every girl's taste is different. That's why you have to have a diverse selection." Taylor nodded and continued walking around hoping that he would only be looking and listening that night as his wife and mother described various feminine garments to him. Helena stopped at a rack of skirts and looked them over alongside her mother-in-law. "What do you think of this skirt?" Helena asked as she pointed to one on the rack. "It's very pretty," Taylor replied. "Do you know how it feels?" Angela asked her son. Taylor picked up the black tiered, silk skirt and began to feel the soft fabric and nodded. Angela shook her head and replied, "That's how it feels to a man trying to get underneath it. You need to understand how it feels to a woman. The softness brushing across her soft smooth skin. The way it accentuates her beauty and makes her feel attractive. These are the things you have to understand in this business." "I can't understand that." "Why not?" "I'm not a woman." "We can fix that," Angela responded. "What?" Taylor shrieked. "It's not a bad idea," Helena added. "Yes, it is. It's a horrible idea," Taylor responded. "Give me one good reason," Angela replied. "It's between my legs." "That's where it will stay, just in a different direction," Angela retorted. "This is too much." "Is it really that much more than putting on heels for us?" Angela asked. Taylor nodded repeatedly before Helena added, "Or putting on pantyhose and tights for me." Taylor shot Helena a dirty look before Angela said, "Don't look at her that way. It's your fault you're in this mess. If you had taken your job seriously and not as something you could exploit to get what you wanted, you'd still be on top and not having to worry about wearing anything that our company sells." Feeling beleaguered, Taylor threw up his hands and said, "I quit." "Quit what?" Angela asked with a laugh. "This job. I'm through with it. I'm through with this sissy shit." "You think you can quit, just like that?" Angela asked with a laugh. Taylor looked at his mother inquisitively. He knew from her tone that she had something up her sleeve. Taylor coughed and said, "I want to quit." "You want to quit?" Helena repeated. Taylor nodded. "You can't quit." "Why not? It's my life." "It's our finances though. You've never been able to find a job without your mother. What do you think your resume shows? You were employed by your mommy and then demoted by her so she could take back control to right what you fucked up." "I can't stay here." "If you quit, I'm leaving you. And don't think a judge will buy your faithfulness argument. Those corporate receipts and that day at the pier, it all points to other women." "I swear, I was..." "Swear all you want. Everything your mother is doing is for your best interest and our best interests. If you can't put aside your selfishness after everything you've cost your mother, me and us, then I'm done with you." "I'm not going to let you blackmail me into this," Taylor retorted. "It's not blackmail, Taylor. She's trying to help. I'm trying to help you. If you don't take it, she'll divorce you. She'll take you to the cleaners given what you've done. I can't blame her for that. That's one of the reasons why she'll stay on with me regardless. She's a valuable employee, unlike you." Taylor shook his head as his mother tore into his self-worth. Angela continued, "You won't have a job with me ever again, and I doubt very much you'd be able to find anything given your current level of people skills and lack of references. I suppose you could do manual labor, but you've never had much upper body strength." Taylor put his head down as he listened to his mother's words. Her words were jarring, and he almost felt they were cruel even as he knew they were true. He realized that she had thought about his situation for sometime. "What will the others think?" Taylor asked. "There are no other guys at the office besides you. Hell, the girls might feel more relaxed knowing there aren't any men around," Helena answered. Taylor shot her an angry look and countered, "They know I'm a man." "You know what I meant," Helena responded. "I think they'd enjoy it," Angela added before continuing, "I think seeing you going through what they go through might improve morale." "It won't improve mine," Taylor replied. "What are you worried about? It's only temporary." "Temporary? What if some guys kicks my ass for carrying on like a sissy?" "Oh, no guy would look at you long enough to tell." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Did you just take offense to your wife saying you aren't a pretty girl," Angela asked her son with a raised eyebrow. "No...Wait, No!" "Very defensive, dear, but really you don't have anything to worry about." "Why's that?" Helena answered, "Well, there's the girl arms, the girl legs, that sweet girl's ass. I'm really kind of jealous." "Just stop it. I don't have a girl's face or boobs, so right there..." "Well, the later part can be padded out without too much issue, but your face, it's a lot more girly than you give yourself credit for," Helena replied. Taylor looked at her, dumbfounded. He could not think of a reply before Angela added, "I always thought your face was kind of girlish too. It's got a boyish quality to it, not really manly. There's no telltale signs, especially with that cute little button nose." "Yes, it's always been one of my favorite features on him. It gave him that sort androgynous look I always liked in a man." "I can't be too androgynous in a skirt, now, can I?" Taylor countered. "No, but you can't be too androgynous in a pair of tights either, but I still like you in them." "Why?" "Because whenever I see them on you, I know you're mine. You're customized for my pleasure. I don't want to be competing with other girls for you," Helena answered. "I keep telling you, I never...." "It doesn't matter. I've seen you in a new light now, and I like the girly side of Taylor an awful lot. I can't wait to bring it out of you a little more," Helena replied. Taylor was stunned as he processed his wife's words before his mother interjected, "Now, go try on the skirt, honey. We don't want to be here all night." Taylor nodded with a vacant look in his eyes as he went into the dressing room. He pulled off his pants and shoes and hesitated before he stepped into the skirt. He froze as he stared at the black skirt that reached midway down his thighs before he saw his wife's hand place a blouse on the top of the stall. Taylor understood that he was supposed to put it on. He pulled it over his head and then saw a pair of shoes being pushed under the door. He placed on the black ballet flats before he stepped out to the giggles of his mother as Helena looked him over with a lustful stare. The mirror in the dressing room caught Taylor's eyes. He looked in the mirror and saw the girlish body staring back at him. Beneath his head, he was nothing more than a slightly tall preteen girl. The diet had withered his already slender arms and legs more than he realized in addition to removing the stomach fat where most of his flab amassed. Taylor rubbed his slender, naturally hairless arms that were exposed beneath the cap sleeves of his grey blouse and grimaced as Helena walked over towards him. She wrapped her arms around him and Taylor could not help but notice that her arms were larger than his. He had never felt as weak in his life before her lips kissed his cheek. Helena pulled her head and away from his and said, "Don't worry about your head; I'm going to make you look real pretty." Angela nodded and said, "You've really got something to work with, Helena. Just be sure to give Taylor some curves. I can't have him coming in flat chested tomorrow." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Taylor awoke the next morning to the sound of his alarm clock going off an hour earlier, fearful about the day ahead. Taylor knew that his wife had to set aside time to continue her feminization of him. In addition to buying him clothes and shoes from one of the company's stores the night before, Helena had made him shave his legs, chest and armpits, rendering him hairless beneath his head. With each step, Taylor felt the need to resist, but he never could bring himself to. He watched with a sense of helplessness as his wife made him more and more feminine. After showering and eating breakfast, Taylor met his wife in the bedroom and dressed in the black above the knee dress with a scoop neckline, a V-back and cut out shoulders she laid out for him in addition to the black opaque tights and bra. Before she let him out of the bedroom, Helena made sure Taylor member was tucked away, and she stuffed his bra with pairs of his socks, which he no longer was permitted to have a different use for. Helena then took Taylor into the bathroom and began doing his makeup. Taylor watched in the mirror as Helena explained to him everything she was doing and tried to help him figure out how to apply it himself. Helena began applying his lipstick before she gave it to him. Taylor took the container and looked at its red color that matched the color Helena had painted his nails the night before. Taylor applied it as she instructed him before she applied his mascara for him. Taylor was amazed how feminine his eyes looked beneath the brows his wife had shaped the night before as he waited for his nails to dry. With his makeup done, Helena turned her attention to his hair. She brushed his hair into the pixie style his mother's hairstylist friend was able to give him after their shopping trip. Taylor relived the humiliating experience as his mother and friend gushed over how much he looked Twiggy. He had no idea who that was, but he was sure it was not a flattering comment for a man. With his hair done, Taylor got up and put on the flats he had first worn the night before in the store. He was relieved that Helena and his mother were permitting him to wear flats until he was more comfortable wearing heeled shoes. Helena waited for him at the door as she picked up her pocketbook and waited for him to pick up the one she had set up for him. Taylor came over to her and picked up his bag and headed out the door beside her. He looked around as she stepped out the door, but no one on the block paid any attention to him and Helena as they made their way to Helena's car. While Taylor usually drove them to work, he was more than happy to let Helena drive that morning since his appearance was at odds with the picture on his license. Taylor tapped his fingers on the car door as Helena drove them towards the office. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought of being seen en femme by his subordinates, but he knew his mother's mind was made up. Seeing no real employment alternatives and wanting to save his marriage, Taylor felt trapped as the feminized Taylor his mother and wife had decided he had to be for the time being. The car pulled into the office's parking lot and Taylor stepped out only after Helena had done so. He dawdled as much as he could before he turned his body and stepped out of the car with his legs together as Helena instructed him to. Taylor followed her instructions, knowing that she had a far better idea of what being a woman entailed than he ever could. Taylor strolled towards the door beside his wife, who was moving faster than him and pulling him forwards despite the fact that she was wearing heels, and he was not. Helena opened the door for him, which caused him to blush slightly. Helena laughed and said, "I've opened the door for you before." "This feels different," was all Taylor replied. Taylor walked with Helena through the office as the eyes of the staff became trained on Taylor. He heard the muttering and muffled laughter as he walked beside his wife before they joined Angela in the office she now shared with Taylor. Angela smirked at her son as he came through the door. Taylor felt emasculated as he stood before his mother's desk in his dress and nervously played with his hair. Angela was amazed by what her son had let happen to him. She almost could not believe that he had caved into walking into his office feminized. Angela felt the need to see how far she could get him to go. She smiled at her son and said, "Taylor, I need you to know that this is all in your best interest and the best interest of the company." Taylor nodded his head in response, but kept his eyes on the floor, as the shame he felt kept him from meeting his mother's eyes at that moment. "You're going to gain a better understanding of our cliental, Taylor. By walking a few dozen miles in their shoes you might understand the importance of fashion to working women, the need to keep yourself in shape and of course the trade off between comfort and fashion." Taylor nodded again with a vacant look in his eyes. Angela shook her head and said, "Look at me, Taylor." Taylor swallowed and peered up at her before she continued, "Good. A girl needs confidence, Taylor, and I don't see it in you." 'How can I be confident when I'm in a dress and sitting in here being lectured by my mother, who refers to me as a girl?' Taylor thought as his mother continued, "Trade offs in life are important to us women. Take your shoes. They're quite fashionable and comfortable for shopping and other less formal occasions, but for the office, they simply will not do. You're going to have to make the switch to heeled shoes tomorrow, Taylor. We won't start with anything high, just one inch. However, let me make clear, now. Until you learn to walk with confidence in four inch heeled high heels, your little lesson here won't be complete." Taylor felt his stomach churn as he heard her words and realized that the lesson his mother planned for him was going to take far longer than he expected. He started to wonder how long he would be in skirts before his mother got up and said, "Well, we need to introduce you to your colleagues." Taylor put his head down before he stood up and nodded. Angela shook her head and thought, 'He's still just taking this.' Angela put her arm around her defeated son before she said, "Let's meet them, shall we?" Helena opened the door and let Angela walk around with her son introducing the feminized Taylor to all of the staff that once feared he would terminate them or cost them their jobs. Taylor listened to the girls encouraging words and support for his mother's training of him, even as he could see some of them fighting back laughter. He heard occasional derisive comments from the girls who could barely conceal their delight regarding his feminization. When Angela was finished bringing him around the office, Taylor got to work. Angela worked in front of him as she always did so he could see how she handled her business, but Angela felt that she should see what else she could get her son to do. Angela smiled at Taylor and said, "Taylor, I really have to get some work done that I need some privacy to do." Taylor looked at his mother oddly before she continued, "It's personal stuff, not really business." Taylor nodded and said, "Sure, I'll get out of your hair." "Thanks, you can go do whatever you got to do at Connie's old desk." Taylor froze as he heard her words. Connie was his former secretary. She had been reassigned within the company once his mother took back over. Angela had never used a secretary because she did not need anyone to organize her affairs for her and always relied on her subordinates to take care of her more menial tasks, which Taylor now did exclusively. Taylor sat down at the desk and saw the snickering faces staring at him as he got to work doing what his mother ordered him to before she called him into her office. She asked him for a cup of coffee. While Taylor normally had no reservations about getting it for her, the act seemed to take on new significance for him as he took her cup and saw it within his painted fingertips. He felt uneasy as he walked towards the coffee machine wearing clothes that were similar to Connie's as he did something that she had done for him hundreds of times before. With the cup made, Taylor carried it back to his mother. Angela smiled and thanked him before Taylor walked out of the office and got back to work. As he typed onto the computer, Taylor wondered what else he would lose. He had lost his control of the company, control of his home, his financial freedom and, he quickly realized, now, his office. Taylor realized that his mother was conducting office business without his watchful eyes on her. He knew that she had no intention of letting him work in the office with her any longer. The following days and weeks drove home that point as Angela never permitted him to share her office. The desk he had worked at once she returned was removed from her office and replaced with a book shelf that had been in the office before she retired. Taylor knew he would have to get used to working at his secretary's old desk as he did whatever little unimportant work his mother gave him. Angela still tried to teach him some of the business, but she knew that her son was not particularly focused. Taylor's mind was frequently distracted by the ever increasing pain caused by his heels each day. As he worked his way up a half inch in the heel size each week, Taylor felt more and more pain in his feet and ankles. He tripped more times than he liked to recall and the laughter around the office that accompanied it humiliated him and constantly replayed in his head. The staff's more dismissive attitude towards was something he could not miss. He tried to ignore it as he was treated as an equal by the administrative staff in the office and was frequently talked down to by the office's more skilled and educated workers. The fact that Taylor's mother treated him like a secretary was lost on no one, including Taylor. He tried to confront her about it, but her stern eyes weakened him and he slunk away from the woman who had coddled and cosseted him to such an extent that the idea of confrontation caused him great consternation. Taylor's home life provided no respite from his feminized persona. Taylor quickly found that his wife had eliminated any trace of his male existence from his clothing. His wife and mother had decided that he should live in his feminized state at all times so he could better understand women, who, he was told, get no chance to live as a men when they're at home. Taylor hated shopping as a woman, but he knew he had no choice in the matter since his male clothes had all been removed from his home. He helped around the home more, still trying to please his wife, whom he desperately wanted to keep from divorcing him. Helena knew her husband was trying and appreciated his efforts. After a few weeks, Taylor found that he was allowed to move back into their bedroom full time. Taylor cherished the chance to share Helena's bed each night, even though he realized that she was more firmly in control of their relationship than ever before. Helena always made the first move in bed, and Taylor would not even think to do so despite the fact that Helena had always let him take the lead before she found about his dalliances with other women. Taylor realized that it was the price he had to pay to atone for what he had done to her, and he was more than willing to do so. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As Taylor continued to try to get acclimated to his new female persona in the workplace and home, his mother asked him to join her for a game of golf with a potential distributor. Taylor was not thrilled about the idea of going out in public as a woman outside of the company headquarters, but he knew it was something he would eventually be confronted with. Angela drove him to the golf course to meet the distributor. Taylor felt a bit nervous about playing as a woman. He wondered if the potential distributor would see right through his feminine disguise. Taylor nervously tugged at the above the knee hem of his green, white and yellow, argyle patterned skort as his mother tried to talk to him about the proper approach to talking with a female businesswoman. "Don't ball bust her. She's not a man. Keep your language clean and be sure to complement her outfit, and make sure you laugh whenever I do. Got it!" "Yes, Mom," Taylor replied as he touched the gold necklace that rested beneath his white cap-sleeved, polo golf shirt. The car came to a stop and Taylor exited and placed on his white and black cleats before he took his golf bag out of the trunk. Taylor felt a little uneasy as he took hold of the light blue bag that his mother had bought him the day before. The bag was designed for a woman and replaced the black and red bag he was used to using. Taylor picked the bag up and grimaced at how heavy it felt to him despite the fact that it was lighter than his old bag. He felt weak as he carried it to the shack to pay his fee and wait for the distributor's arrival as his mother walked behind him. He was happy that Helena was not around to witness further evidence of his weakening body. She was back at the office since she did not know how to play the game yet, despite her beginning to take lessons at Angela's insistence. Taylor and Angela paid their fees and waited for the distributor to show up. Ursula showed up a few minutes later. Taylor smiled at the distributor who approached him wearing khaki shorts and a black top. The outfit almost matched his mothers. The client said hello to Angela before being introduced to Taylor. Ursula smiled at Taylor and said, "Wow, you're a girly girl aren't you?" Taylor blushed before Ursula added, "I'm just kidding, Taylor. You look great." "Thanks, I love your shorts," Taylor said, careful to complement the distributor as his mother instructed. "These old things? They're nothing to write home about, but thanks." "Do you play often?" Taylor asked as Ursula paid her fee before picking up her clubs with more ease than he could. "I play weekly. I hope you two can keep up." "We'll do our best," Angela answered. Taylor nodded as they rented a cart and put their bags on it, while Ursula rented another cart. Taylor felt uneasy as his mother drove up the cart lane before the first hole. He figured that something in his swing would give away his sex. The cart came to a stop, and they got out and waited for the foursome in front of them to clear. Angela and Ursula talked about Ursula's clothing line. Ursula's company made luxury women's athletic wear, which Angela wanted to start selling in her stores. She saw a new department as worth the risk to break into the growing women's athletic market. The group before them finished with the hole as another group of men showed up behind. One asked if they could play through, but Angela shook her head and said, "It's our turn." Angela and Ursula shook their heads as they heard the men behind them say that women did not belong on the golf course. Ursula shouted that they should join a country club if they did not want to be behind women on the course. Taylor gritted his teeth as he heard the men's words. He had shared their opinion not too long ago. He hated being behind women on the golf course and frequently made jokes with his friends about it, not caring if they overheard. He cursed the men as he placed his ball down at the ladies tee. He swung his club and drove the ball down the fairway. Taylor smirked at the shocked expressions on the men's faces. Despite his loss of strength, the switch to female golf balls kept his balls going a far distance. Angela shook her head at her son before Ursula smiled and said, "Oh my, God. You didn't tell me you brought your daughter along as a ringer from the LPGA." "Yes, she's something with the clubs," Angela said as smile came to her face. Ursula and Angela then made significantly shorter drives. After their first hole, Angela pulled Taylor aside and told him, "Start driving like a girl. Cut back on your back swing. I don't want her suggesting you tryout for the LPGA tour or telling anyone else how I've got a Michelle Wie walled up in my office." Taylor nodded and took her words to heart. His next drive barely went farther than Ursula's. "What happened?" Ursula asked as she looked at Taylor. "I think the first shot was just the product of rage and a lucky shot." "Rage, huh? Maybe we should wait for those guys to reach us and let you go all she-hulk on that ball again." Taylor laughed and said, "I doubt I'd be lucky enough to hit the ball in the right spot again." Taylor played alongside his mother and Ursula and listened carefully as Angela sold Ursula on selling her products in her stores. By the end of the game, Ursula had agreed to do it. Taylor got into the car and rode back to the office even more impressed with his mother than he had been before. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Shortly, after Ursula signed a contract with the company, the company opened two new stores. With the expansion of the store's focus, the company also brought on new employees at the corporate headquarters. Taylor asked his mother, if they knew he was a man. She told him that they would not know until she was sure they could be trusted. Given the increased work around the company, Helena was also promoted. She began to do some of Angela's tasks as Angela tried to cut back on her work as she began to transition back into retirement. Taylor asked why the jobs were not going to him, and Angela replied that she was giving tasks to Helena since she wanted to spread out the responsibility for the company so he would only have to focus on a fewer areas of the corporation once she left. As news of Angela's impending second retirement spread, Taylor wondered how the planed succession would go. Previously, he had been given the job with little training, but, now, he felt more assured in himself, but he wondered why he was not meeting with his mother like he had the first time. Although, Taylor worked beside his mother, assisting her in anyway he could. He felt that his mother was becoming less instructive and more authoritative, giving orders without explaining the reasoning. Finally, Taylor asked, "Mom, when are we going to discuss me taking over the company? You're leaving in two weeks." Angela stared at her son and told him to take a seat. Angela explained, "Taylor, I have decided that you're not going to be placed back in charge here." "Why not?" "I don't think you have the aptitude for it. You tried your best, and I've given you every opportunity, but I think you're better off as the boss's assistant than the boss." "I'm not an assistant, I'm the Vice President." "I've been meaning to talk with you and Helena about that. Hold on one second." Taylor's mouth opened as he heard his mother call Helena into her office. "Please close the door, Helena." Helena followed her mother-in-law's orders and sat down on the chair next to Taylor's. Angela smiled at the two of them and said, "I've decided that at the next board meeting, I'm going to elect Helena Vice President, and, Taylor, you're going to take her spot as the Secretary. "I don't want to take the minutes down." "Fine, I'll put someone else on the board." "Wait, no. I'll do it, but there's no reason..." "There's a reason, dear. I've been testing Helena with tasks. I know I told you both it was just to lighten your load when you took back over, but it was really all test. Helena, you've exceeded all my expectations. You make good judgments, and I know I'm leaving the company in goods hands." "What?" Taylor shouted. "Calm down, Taylor," Angela said. "You're passing over your own son!" Angela sighed and replied, "I gave you the chance, Taylor. You failed in the first go around, and I know you worked hard to know the business, but you just don't make the right judgment calls. "I can make good calls..." "Taylor, look at you. You're sitting in here dressed all the other girls in the office, but we know you're not a girl. You showed no backbone. You couldn't stand up to your wife or me. You just let us dress you up. I know that Helena likes it, but still. I'm not going to judge you two as you're free to do as you like as a married couple, but, from a professional standpoint, you're done as an authority figure." "I can..." "You can't project authority, Taylor. The longer tenured girls know that you caved into Helena's desires to have you wearing skirts. They've seen you run around this office for me as my de-facto secretary." "I can gain their respect, if I'm given a chance." "I'm sorry, Taylor, but I don't think any of the girls will respect you and listen to you, after what they've seen you do." "But if I'm the boss..." "They won't listen to you, Taylor. In fact, I know they won't and neither will our new employees." "They might..." "No, dear. They think you're your mother's secretary," Helena answered. "But I'm not..." "Essentially you are," Angela countered. "I want to be a man again," Taylor said as he jumped to his feet. "You still are," Helena responded, "But it's for the best if not everybody knows it. The new staff only knows you as my lesbian girlfriend. We don't want anything like that little thing between your legs coming out and hurting the company." Taylor buried his face in his moisturizer softened hands and asked, "Where does this all leave me?" "Well, you were Angela's secretary, I suppose you can be mine," Helena said with a grin. Taylor's mouth was agape as he looked his wife in the eyes. Helena grinned at his dumbfounded look as she moved close to him and kissed him as she pushed him against the wall. Taylor's stupor was broken as he looked into his wife's eyes as she reached around his body and felt his erection through his skirt. She smiled as she said, "You're not very good at hiding what you really want." "I don't want it." "Then why do I feel that you do?" Taylor blushed as he looked at his mother who was blushing as well. "There has to be another job for me." "Maybe I can find one for you. It'll have to be one that doesn't involve too many decisions. Maybe you could be a salesgirl or a cashier at one of our stores. Keep things simple," Angela replied. "Can't I be a man?" "Not as long as I'm in charge around here. If you want a job at my company, you're going to be in skirts because that's how I like you," Helena answered. Taylor looked to his mother for help, but he saw that none was coming. He knew that if he could not find a way out himself, his mother was not going to help him. He was simply confirming her view that he was not bright enough or strong enough to run the company. They all knew he was bending to Helena's will once more. Taylor hung his head as he said, "I would prefer to be a secretary than one of the girls in the stores. A secretary's still corporate." "It sure is, and it's a big responsibility arranging my affairs. You'll certainly be more than worth that 40 grand I'm going to be paying you." "$40,000, that's....." "Shhh, baby. That's a generous salary for a secretary with your experience, and I'll be more than making up for your lost income with my CEO salary. It'll be like when you were the CEO except I'll share my money with you. Well, not all of it. I suppose I should be able to spoil myself a little after you spoiled yourself rotten all those years." Taylor felt as if she was talking down to him before he felt her lips upon his and felt Helena rubbing the tip of his enlarged member with her finger tips. Helena grinned as she whispered, "I'm going to love harassing my little secretary almost as much as you seem to enjoy it." Taylor smiled at her words. He was excited about the prospect of her exercising the same sort of control over him at work that she did at home. He smiled as he knew that while he was not the man he wanted to be, it was not that bad being a girl for Helena. Angela smirked at her son and said, "I think you'll both be happier this way. It's perfectly natural for one partner to be dominant." Taylor blushed knowing that he was submissive in his relationship. He knew that Helena was more naturally inclined to make decisions and exercise control. Helena responded for him, "We know," before she grabbed the back of Taylor's head and kissed him deeply.