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A Man's Place is as a Woman!
Part 4
By the time the second semester rolled around, my classes and my job were
in full swing and I was enjoying my life a little bit. This past
December's Women's Place Christmas party was great fun and I felt loved
and accepted by the other girls. Steph even teased me, saying, "you all
remember that guy John who tried to work for us for a week or two? Geesh
his voice was scaring the clients off and he sure wasn't much of a man.
But Now we have Beth and she is wonderful. Our clients love calling and
and chatting with our Bethany!!"
I must admit I had found a home at work. But I was having some problems
with the looks I was getting from the delivery people. These guys, the
beverage and office supply delivery men especially, would hear my name on
the phone but would be surprised by how I looked.
I think it also bothered them that they thought of me as a man but I
would never helped them unload anything, preferring to stay at my desk or
in the chart room. One of them, that Jerry, made some kind of remark
under his breath about me being a "pussy" or something like that.
Thankfully he only came every two weeks and I could avoid him.
Besides the looks I would get from outsiders at the office, some of my
classmates were also noticing my higher pitched voice and that I was
beginning to grow my hair and nails a bit longer as well. Of course they
never said anything directly, but there was definitely some looks and
hushed talk going around about me.
Ms. Jennifer at work had encouraged me to read her women's magazines
after she was done with them, and I was beginning to think of how a real
Beth would look to go along with my new voice. I was amazed at some of
the outfits women wore on the cover of Mademoiselle, and started taking
fashion tips more seriously.
Growing up I was never into peer pressure from other boys and didn't
emulate any men that I was around. But now I felt like I was going
through some kind of adolescence, and found myself looking at the girls
in my classes in a whole new way. Now I was paying attention to their
clothes, their makeup, and the way they walked, talked and behaved with
each other.
They seemed to be so comfortable with who they were, and also seemed to
be having fun being women.
Slowly over a period of several weeks, I started to look at my male
clothes as super boring and just not something that I ever really wanted
to wear anymore. I also began to see them as a barrier to me finding
friends and being less of a threat to the girls in my classes.
I worked at listening to their conversations when I could, and knew that
some of the guys in the classes where bothering some of the girls. Of
course some of the girls liked the attention they got from boys and would
flirt, but I was never interested in girls that way. I really wanted
these girls to be my friends, and started secretly picking out a few of
them to be my new role models.
Jessica Eiger, do you know that you're my new secret role model? Do you
wander why I stay a few steps behind you whenever you're leaving Social
Policy 1?
When it came time for Ms. Jennifer to do my 6 month performance review, I
was nervous to say the least. If I wasn't doing well she could still let
me go, and then I would need to leave the university where I was just
starting to become comfortable and excel in my classes. Thankfully
Jennifer, who asked me to now call her Jenn since I'm now a full-fledged
member of the team, was in good spirits when we met.
Jenn said that I was doing splendidly well and was conforming to the
policies and procedures put in place by the University and by The Women's
Place. There was one area of concern on my performance review, that being
dress code. I received a rating of 1 out of 5 in that area, officially
called Professionalism.
Ms. Jennifer went on to say that, "Beth, we love you and want to keep you
here. We really do. And I appreciate the sacrifices you've made to be a
female staff member for our clients. But you can't keep coming to work in
those clothes. Those old Dockers and faded Polo shirts have to go if you
want to remain employed here. And just look at your shoes! You wear the
same pair of Skechers day in and day out. Besides, you don't dress like a
Beth would, do you? Would a Beth have a old smelly wallet in her back
pocket?"
Her comments embarrassed me greatly, and I turned beet red. I myself had
recognized the cognitive dissonance I was experiencing in my work day and
the rest of my life. And most of ALL, I did NOT want to do anything that
would put this job in jeopardy. I had to admit to Jenn that, "no I don't
dress like a Beth would. But I don't know what to do. What do you
suggest, Jennifer?"
"Well I don't want to go back to calling you John and end up firing you,
that's for sure. Not if I can help it. Do you remember, John, how said
you would 'do whatever it takes' to work here at The Women's Place?"
When Ms. Jennifer called me John again, after being Beth for so long, it
felt weird and it also felt offensive to me. NO, I thought, I have Earned
the right to be Beth and that is who I am going to be. (I kind of
surprised myself at having confidence in who I was, that is not something
I've really ever had or felt).
"Yes I remember Ma'am, I will do whatever it takes to work here and help
these women."
She smiled slightly, then purred, "Well John, I think it's time that you
start wearing women's clothes here at the office. In fact I demand that
you do so if you want to keep this job, dear"
As I started to reply she cut me off, saying, "I think you would make a
nice Beth, and already have a workable figure for some loose fitting
women's clothes. You already sound like a Beth, now it is time you dress
and behave like one, too. Don't you agree, Beth?"
"Yes Ma'am" was all I could say.
Part 5
After agreeing that it would be better for me to wear women's clothes
than men's, especially with a name like Beth, it seemed to spark Jennifer
into high gear.
First, she had me sign papers with The Women's Place and with the
University for an official name and gender change. While I was a little
nervous about this, she said that it was just paperwork and was required
for me to score higher on my next performance review in that pesky dress
code category. Jenn quipped that men, per the policy, have to wear socks
with sandals, a Dreadful ruling that "would never apply to you again,
honey".
I was starting to think about whether or not these changes would impact
my name for classes and also my gender for housing when Jen suggested
that we both go for manis and pedicures that next Saturday morning.
While we were at the Salon, Jenn directed the staff on what to do with
me, starting with acrylic nail extensions with something called a French
Cut. I must admit that it felt nice soaking my feet in that warm water
and getting my legs rubbed down and massaged. I felt like I was in
heaven!
Jennifer decided that a nice shade of light purple would look best on my
toes, though she yelled at me to NEVER show my hairy legs again, which
were from now on to be kept shaved and moisturized. Again I felt terribly
embarrassed and agreed to take care of that unsightly carpet immediately
after getting back to my dorm. Armpit hair was a thing of the past as
well.
Ms. Jennifer also had my brows done in an arched thin line. While this
did look better on me, I was starting to worry about how my classmates
were going to react to the new me. I was already mostly ignored or
quietly ridiculed, so what was going to happen to me now?
I thought we were ready to leave the Salon when Jennifer, with a wide
open smirky smile on her face, told Ms. Brittany that a new hairstyle was
desperately needed on our "new Beth here."
I hesitated and gulped as the butterflies entered my stomach and the
trimming and curling began. Since my hair had grown a bit long and was
curling up, Brittany was gushing about what a "lucky girl" I was to have
such naturally curly hair that "women would kill for".
While Ms. Brittany finished up my hair, another younger girl worked on my
face, giving me a facial with some light makeup she said matched my
"seasons", whatever that meant.
(I was thankful that they didn't have to pierce my ears, because I had
already done that a few years ago when my mom suggested I wear some gold
earrings. As a reminder of her love for me I've worn beaded gold earrings
ever since).
When Everyone was done primping and poking me, Jennifer had me close my
eyes and turn around in my chair. When she had me open them and I looked
in the mirror, I just Could Not believe how I looked!!!!
NOW there was No Doubt that my face looked like a Bethany :-)) I was
super excited but also a little terrified of what this meant for my
school life. And would Rebecca and Stephanie back at The Women's Place
still accept me? I was also worried about being the laughing stock of my
male dorm :-(
Regardless, I was So Thankful to Miss Jennifer for taking me to this
Salon and for paying for it as well. Jenn said that I would be paying off
the salon bill with some extra time at an upcoming dance that The Women's
Place would be sponsoring.
While I was wearing down with all of this excitement, Jennifer was just
revving up and told me that we had some shopping to do!
End of Part 5
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