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"The 'Mrs. Hollingsworth' Project"
(Part IV)
After a long, eventful and enlightening two week trip the shiny black
stretch limousine finally returned to the Hollingsworth building. The
driver pulled into the private underground parking section where Mr.
Hollingsworth's private elevator was located. The car stopped, the
driver opened the doors to let the passengers out and then began
gathering luggage from the trunk of the car. Tim's bag and the new bag
containing his "acquisitions" from the boat were set together.
Mr. Hollingsworth's suitcase and briefcase and Ms. Lawrence's luggage
were portioned out near the elevator for them as well. Tim looked to
the dark corner stall and noticed his rattle-trap car still there,
dripping fluids as usual and looking forlorn and out of place with its
faded weathered paint, a bit of rust and a few dents. The car looked
lonely amongst all the other luxury cars lined up there. Tim knew
exactly how it felt, and he wanted to walk over just to be with
something familiar, something that would understand maybe, something
like him, an old friend!
The people although tired were busy to get to their apartments to kick
their shoes off and relax. "I've got your apartment all ready to go!"
Rick said to Tim as he held up and shook the key ring, a new set of keys
for Tim's new world. But Tim paid little attention as he continued
looking at his old car that looked so out of place. As out of place as
he himself felt right now! He didn't take the keys.
"L...look Mr. Hollingsworth..." Tim said, bone tired from the two week
voyage, the helicopter ride, the limo rides and all the servants and
luxury and then too, the experience with all that exquisite lingerie
onboard the yacht, and in his and Rick's interaction, the knowledge each
one now knew about the other. It was overwhelming! "I...I had fun and
all that, but maybe, maybe I think I just want to, I just need, maybe to
go back to my apartment, you know?" he said as he looked to Rick still
ready to hand the new keys over. Rick seemed put off, but measured the
moment giving Tim the breathing room he knew he had to have.
"Aren't you coming in? See that new place?" Rick asked.
"N...no. I...I need some space, some time," Tim said in a daze.
"Bright and early Monday then!?" Rick asked with no answer as Tim moved
towards his car carrying his worn suitcase. "Hey! You forgot your
other case! You going to call!?" Rick added as Tim continued to drift
away, with still no answer. He then looked to Ms. Lawrence knowingly.
They both watched silently as Tim walked away then reached his car.
They heard the door squeak as he got in and then the engine turn then
pop and sputter, and then turn again grinding, and with a puff of smoke
from the tailpipe it finally rattled to life. Tim backed out of the
stall, the power steering squeaking loudly as he turned and then drove
up and out of the private underground garage, a faint trail of smoke
lingering in the air. Rick and Ms. Lawrence watched then finally turned
to the private elevator, bags in hand as the driver parked the car.
The lock turned in the darkened room with a loud click. The door handle
fumbled, Rick entered and switched on the light his well worn suitcase
still in hand, one broken strap dangling. The door clicked shut as he
fell back slumping against it, exhausted. His mind still spinning with
a million tired thoughts. Finally, he moved into his apartment and
collapsed on the couch.
The place was well kept but there was still that dusty cob-web behind
the entertainment center that he could never seem to reach to get all of
it. The paint on the walls looked tired now too. And, he could still
smell the remnant grease in the air from the hamburger steak and fried
hash-browns he'd made the last night he came home after work tired and
hungry, before he opened that second invitation for a job interview from
Mr. Hollingsworth. And who was this Ms. Lawrence!? And why was he
being pampered and treated with such kid-gloves!?
The one bedroom apartment that once seemed good enough to get by now
seemed positively drab, dingy! The carpet needed cleaning, the doors
beneath the sink didn't fit right and would stick, and he had to jiggle
the toilet flusher just right to stop it from continuing to run water,
and he had neighbors. The two buddies upstairs with the loud stereo,
the old lady next door with the little dog that yapped at all hours, and
the traffic just outside the window. What had happened!? He'd gotten
along like this all his life but now, now, after being exposed to Rick's
world his eyes had been opened to the unbelievable lifestyle that some
people lived! The money, the power, the connections, the great food,
movie stars, anything he wanted had been at his fingertips. And, not
only that, he was learning a multitude of new things! It was a world of
class and privilege that Rick lived in, a pampered, insulated world with
no problems, no grief, no fears and no worry. A world where everything
was "taken-care-of."
Fucking amazing how some people can live he thought! How they can live
like that when most people go to bed tired and have to wake up to that
grinding, blaring sound of their alarm clocks forcing them awake after
too little sleep to go back to a job that neither pays the bills or
satisfies their interests. The grind, that's what it is, and for most,
it never ends! Tim too tired to change or eat fell asleep on the couch.
"Janie!? Have you seen Mr. Benson this morning? We need to get up to
speed!" Rick asked from the intercom at his desk.
"No sir," she replied.
Rick leaned back in the chair behind his desk looking out the window
once again at the gray skies. He then hit the button once again. "Call
up and get Ms. Lawrence down here would you? And bring me in some
coffee and a couple aspirin would ya'!?" he said before leaning back in
his chair once again, in thought.
Three days later with Tim still a "no-show" with no answers to his phone
calls, Rick got in his car and drove to Hardware-World!
Rick sipped his espresso in the small coffee shop as he looked over the
store. His modernization program that was underway had spiffed up the
place and there seemed to be more customers but that wasn't why he was
here.
"Mr. Hollingsworth! How nice to have you here! We didn't expect you
but we are thrilled to have you here!" the new manager of Hardware-World
said as he came over once he saw Rick. He shook his hand vigorously.
"No problem! Thanks. I'm just here for a cup of coffee and to read my
paper," Rick said. "No meetings, no orders, no problem. That okay?" he
said to the startled new manager.
"Well, sure! If that's what you want that's fine Mr. Hollingsworth.
You just call if you need anything, anything at all! Always nice to
have you here!" the man finished as he moved away, genuflecting to the
new master. Meanwhile Rick looked out on the store below. He spotted
Tim back in his red "Hardware-World" vest helping a customer select pet
foods before moving on. He finished his coffee and put his paper aside
and went down to have a chat. He found Tim in the tool section, looking
over an inventory clipboard and straightening some new power tools on
the shelves.
"You were late to the office on your first day back. Then you didn't
come in at all after that. I thought you were a conscientious worker!"
Rick said as he entered the section where Tim was.
"Look Mr. Hollingsworth I just don't fit there, you know!?" Tim replied.
"Yeah. Yeah, that might have been a little fast. I get it. Maybe you
could come back, at least have a look at your new apartment. Give it a
couple of weeks. What can that hurt?" Rick answered.
"And by the way, I haven't missed a day of work. Same company
remember?" Tim returned. "Look Mr. Hollingsworth, I've got to finish
hardware here, I've got a semi-truck coming with our first big winter
order, and I've got some other seasonal change overs I have to look
into," Tim finished, distant.
"Alright," Rick said trying not to show that he was becoming perturbed.
Not getting what he wanted was a nearly new experience, one he didn't
like. But before he totally drove Tim away he thought the wiser and
simply dug out one of his business cards then jotted two of his personal
numbers on the back.
"First number is my office, you already met Janie right? The second is
my personal Cell. Look, I know it's a lot to mull over but take the
time to reconsider the opportunity you're being offered. Do you really
want to spend the next 30 years here? Living alone in a tiny apartment,
driving a crummy car, broke? I'm offering you the world you know," Rick
said as he handed Tim the card.
"Yeah. Yeah I know you are Mr. Hollingsworth. I'm just not sure if I
want to see that world on high heels, that's all," Tim finished. He
then took clipboard in hand, looked it over, made a few marks on the
inventory page then moved away leaving Rick standing in the power tool
section of the store.
Back at the Hollingsworth building Rick looked out the windows of his
palatial penthouse apartment, the ice cubes jingling in the glass as he
took a sip then swirled the remainder of the bourbon in the glass. In
the background in the large living room Ms. Lawrence studied the picture
on the large 60 inch flat screen television working the remote in her
hand. The full color high definition picture showed Tim on the boat in
the upper private apartment. It was a video from a private surveillance
camera system.
And there Tim was! She studied him on the silent screen as he came into
view from down the hall all dressed and made up for that first time.
She noticed the look, the walk, and how he swirled in wearing that shiny
black nylon chiffon robe. She rewound the video and watched it again,
noticing the makeup, the facial expression, the hairdo, the long red
nails and how he moved once again as he swirled around the livingroom of
the large upstairs salon. She noticed the long smooth shaven legs
shining in the jet black sheer nylon hose and the ease with which he
moved around the room in those black patent leather shoes with the 6
inch stiletto heels. She finally switched the video off, then turned
the television off, setting the remote on the coffee table as Rick came
near and took a seat on the couch opposite Ms. Lawrence.
"What do we do now?" Rick asked.
"Nothing! He's gone," Ms. Lawrence replied. "It was too much too soon
and you drove him away. Simple as that."
"I know it's a touchy subject but we talked it over. I had to break the
ice somehow and I figured that this was the only way," Rick returned.
"I thought he understood."
"You hired him, took him on a cruise as your new 'executive assistant'
and then bought him a pile of frothy, frilly lingerie? Well, at that
point I am sure it dawned on him that he wasn't being hired for his
business sense," Ms. Lawrence said.
"What else could I have done? Huh? He didn't like the fact that I was
in his apartment, he didn't know you were there. And he remembered
seeing me at that Halloween party. I'd mentioned how he looked, told
him that the reason he was being teased was because he'd done too good a
job with his costume. I told him about my life, and what I liked and
tried to strike a deal, a deal that would have worked out for both of
us. It was all straight forward," Rick explained. He picked up the
remote, switched the TV on once again then accessed the security video
file from the yacht. The picture showed Tim entering the salon from the
dark hallway. Rick set the picture to 1/4 slow motion to examine every
detail.
"You didn't tell me what you think," he said as they both looked at the
stunning video log.
"My professional opinion?" Ms. Lawrence replied then thought a moment.
"...well, he's not a limp wristed sissy if that's what you mean, he's
not transgendered either. That's obvious. Because with an offer like
that he would already have moved in. He's a nice young man who's
confused. He's a cross dresser and he's embarrassed by that fact, the
fact that it's a condition he can neither quit nor come to terms with.
You forced him to chose and that's what drove him away," she said.
"But, he's hooked though. Look at how he moves. The delicate
mannerisms, that effortless fluid grace. You can see it in his
expression and in his eyes. The sensation of wearing such things,
enjoying his feminine side as he flutters around in that chiffon robe,
how he walks straight up and chest out. You're lucky you got him to go
along as far as you did. When he saw everything you'd bought he didn't
want to go along but he couldn't help himself," she said as they both
studied the video.
They watched as Tim sat at the bar, crossed his legs then smoothed his
hands over his long nylon clad legs with obvious enjoyment. As he
picked up his martini Ms. Lawrence paused the video in freeze frame
leaving Tim looking like a high fashion model!
"That right there, that's what I want!" Rick said pointing at the
picture with excited lustful envy.
"What was going through his mind? I mean apart from the clothes and the
situation? What do you think he took from it? You'd keep him on, put
him up in an apartment here then keep him on having him model dresses
and lingerie for you?" she wondered. "I suppose it's good work if you
can get it but. What else did you tell him, what other offers did you
make?" she asked.
"Nothing, we didn't get that far," Rick replied as he finished his
drink. Ms. Lawrence paused in thought.
"Why am I here Richard?" she asked but didn't get an answer as Rick was
now deep in thought. He looked away from the frozen image on the big
screen then got up to make another drink.
"No! You can't possibly expect that to work!" she said with shocked
surprise.
"And why not!? Look at that picture! You don't think he's enjoying
himself there!? You don't think that's feminine enough!?" Rick returned
pointing to the screen then began pacing.
"He's way ahead of most of the girls I used to work with at my charm
school. He's definitely up there in the 'girly-girl' range. But what
you're planning? I've never even heard of such a thing! You can't
kidnap and force him to comply with your wishes. If you did it wouldn't
work, not for long. No. You'd have to make him a willing participant.
Even if he went along we're talking about a time frame of at least two
years," she said. "I can make him feminine and demure and teach him how
to dress, how to move, how to walk and how to do his hair and makeup and
present himself as a proper lady, but what are you going to say when
your peers see you with this new 'woman'? You can't keep him prisoner
in an apartment somewhere forever. He'll have to get out, you'll have
to take him out. They're going to ask sooner or later you know! How
are you going to explain that the 'lady' on your arm is in reality a MAN
in a dress!?"
"What if we took that a step further?" he reasoned. "I have the
resources, the connections. We can change him, remake him, change him
into what he should have been all along, a WOMAN!
"You can't be serious! Can you imagine the legal, psychological and
medical ramifications!?" she retorted. "A 'trophy' wife? For real!?"
"Why not!? You said he's already a cross dresser right? And that
there's no 'cure' for such a thing and that he's stuck the way he is?
Well, the way I see it, we'd be doing him a favor! Wouldn't we? Think
about it! It could work out for everybody," he finished.
"Well, I don't know..." Ms. Lawrence said the wheels turning now. "He's
not gender dysphoric, that's plain to see and having talked with him on
the plane trip back here I'm certain of that. But if you take him along
slowly, very slowly, I'm not saying it would work but it's possible. At
the very least it would be a quantum step up in lifestyle. That's how
you got him as far as you did."
"Are you up to the challenge? Think of it as helping someone. You'd be
'curing' a cross dresser wouldn't you?" Rick asked. "And just think,
with your reputation and your skills once you're done? And with my
connections? Who's going to know? And once we're finished you're going
to go home with a retirement account you used to only dream about.
Imagine, a new home, cars, around the world cruises, the finer things in
life? It'd work out for everyone."
"He's not that comfortable dressing around others. He didn't have the
premise of a Halloween party to hide behind this time did he. That was
the real deal for him dressing like that and it was in plain sight in
front of you," she reasoned.
"I figured It was his first time. He'll get better," Rick replied.
"It's a total change in lifestyle. Getting him to stop doing men's
things and change over to doing things women do. And we'll have to get
him out of the men's clothing and into women's clothing. But it has to
be full time, no going back. He may enjoy the clothing and may take to
learning to knit and sew and cook and the fashions and hair and makeup
and shopping as a woman but he'll still be a man in thought. To make it
work, to make it complete he has to start thinking like a woman. If I
pull him into my program I have to be able to keep him there, to finish
my work," Ms. Lawrence explained.
"Well, that's what you're here for," Rick replied.
"You don't understand. We're going to have to start him on female
hormones!" she added with a bit of apprehension. "And even if you get
him to come back I don't see that happening, I don't see him going along
with that," she finished.
"It's probably for nothing anyway. Just a fantasy now," Rick said as he
switched the television off and ended the evening. "I'll make
arrangements to fly you home when you're ready," he finished.
The next day Rick looked out the windows of his limo watching as his jet
rotated at the end of the runway then arced into the sky flying Ms.
Lawrence back east. Rick drove away and returned to his corporate life
overseeing his vast empire.
Time passed, one week, then two. Rick finally got on the phone. He
called Hardware-World, and got the manager on the line.
"Yeah, Richard Hollingsworth calling!" he said to the flustered manager.
"How's business going? I'm seeing good things from here!" he said
cheerfully. The manager returned with a few facts and figures and went
on to mention how much better the work atmosphere was now that he'd
taken over. Rick then asked another question. "I was wondering if I
could talk to one of your assistant managers, Tim Benson?"
The line went quiet for a moment. "Benson. Ah. He left!"
"He left!?" Rick replied.
"Well, yeah Mr. Hollingsworth. He quit just over a week ago. He picked
up his last check then cleaned out his locker and signed out for the
last time."
"Where'd he go?" Rick went on.
"I don't know. He didn't say. He just left is all," The manager
replied. "That's not a problem is it? I mean I didn't know you wanted
reports on employees. Is this some kind of retention study or
something?" the manager asked.
"No, no. Nothing like that. You're doing fine. Thank you for your
time," Rick said as he ended the call. He then got up from his desk.
The key turned the deadbolt. The door knob on Tim's apartment rattled,
the door squeaked a bit as the apartment manager swung it wide. He and
Rick entered to see the now totally empty apartment. Tim had indeed
moved on!
Tim found another job two states away. He was free once again and
starting over after the otherworldly experience he'd had with Mr.
Hollingsworth. His mind was clearing and he was once again working,
putting his past behind him and getting on as best he could.
But it was more of the same. His college degree wasn't getting him a
professional level job. He found a job washing dishes at first, then
got a job as a deskman at a hotel. When that didn't pan out he got
other work, mostly disappointing dead end jobs. His car finally broke
down. He couldn't afford a new car and without the money to fix the one
he had it was sold for parts. He used what experience he'd had as an
assistant manager and got another job at a new hardware store then
started taking the bus to work. But as the days and weeks of the cold
winter began to pass it was just more of the same. A nobody guy in a
dingy job in a dingy town and back living in a dingy apartment yet
again.
He still had that suitcase of his, the one at the back of the closet
behind the empty boxes but it wasn't the same. He started thinking about
the lingerie, that black floor length nylon chiffon robe, and those
glassy smooth nylons and those gleaming patent leather sky scraper heels
that fit perfectly.
He began thinking of the great food, the travel, hobnobbing with the
elite shmoozing with billionaires and movie stars and seeing the world!
He remembered the French Riviera, touring Italy and cruising the
Mediterranean in a luxury world class yacht. But now his life was
different. He was back in a small apartment by himself and back at a
dreary job stocking shelves and counting light bulbs, nuts and bolts,
mixing paint, dealing with crabby customers and stocking still more
shelves. One particular evening when he finally came home dog tired on
a Friday night after another long week he was sitting with his feet up
watching the evening news looking forward to the weekend off. He
stirred through his bowl of Spaghetti O's remembering the prime rib and
lobster dinners aboard the boat. The meal was filling but as
unpalatable as his job and his life. He was about to go to sleep, to
get away from his troubled thoughts when the phone rang.
It was his new boss at the hardware store. He said he was going to need
Tim to come in the next morning, Saturday morning and work a double
shift! Tim hung up the phone and feeling the weight of his miserable
life gave up and went to bed.
Half way through the next week Rick was on the phone closing yet another
multi-million dollar deal and just finishing the call when the large
wooden door at the entrance to his palatial executive office swung open.
A man in blue jeans and a winter jacket entered and closed the large
heavy door behind him at the far end of the office. Rick had to look
twice as Tim dropped his duffle bag at his feet then looked up from
under his baseball cap and gave Rick a "well, what do we do now?" look.
Rick picked up his phone. "Janie! Get Ms. Lawrence on the phone would
you?"
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