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The Bet Belladonna [Author's note: This Story is largely based on a story premise suggested by Karen Bolte] Parker strolled through the grocery aisle, pushing his shopping cart. The sting of another rejection letter refused to leave him as he looked at the items on the shelves. Parker had turned 30 the night before. He marked his birthday alone, choosing not to celebrate a milestone of the waning of his youth. Parker was 30 years old and felt that he accomplished nothing in that time. Parker was an aspiring writer who received nothing but rejection letters for his work. Despite his college degree, he worked a dead end job alongside high school dropouts. Drinking cheap gin while he typed on his computer's keyboard was the greatest source of pleasure in his life. He had no wife, nor girlfriend. Parker also had few friends as his penchant for displaying his arrogance frequently turned people off. He was unflaggingly confident in his abilities that he bragged about despite being constantly reminded of his failings. "Oh my god, Parker?" Parker turned his head as he heard the words spoken by a familiar voice. Parker smiled as he saw Christie walking towards him. "How are you?" Parker asked as Christie came to a stop before him. "I've been good. Did you hear I left Tiegs-Barzini?" "No. I didn't. Where are you at now?" "I just started my own business." "Really?" "Why do you seem so shocked?" Christie replied as she wondered why Parker was so exasperated by her statement. "Well, it's just...I never saw you as a startup type." "Why not?" Christie asked as she glared at Parker. Parker squirmed a little as he felt the same unease that he occasionally felt during their relationship. Christie was fifteen years his senior. She had worked with his mother at Tiegs-Barzini for many years prior to his mother's death a few years earlier. In the wake of her demise, Parker struck up a relationship with Christie. The nature of their relationship did not sit well with Parker. Although he found Christie attractive, he felt emasculated by their relationship. Christie earned far more money than he did and frequently acted aggressively towards him. Unlike the girls he dated who were around his age, Christie had no qualms about initiating sexual contact or telling Parker what to do. Parker learned on their third date that Christie knew what she wanted and would show no hesitation in either asking for it or demanding it. The pleasure he took from her assertive acts worried him. Parker felt that such feelings were wrong even though he could not deny them. He believed that he should be the dominant partner in the relationship because he felt that was the natural order of things. Parker tried telling Christie what they were going to do from time to time, but she simply laughed him off. Parker's assertive acts were often met with mere condescension by Christie. She made little effort to hide that she patronized Parker's attempts at establishing dominance. Although Parker believed that he was more intelligent than Christie, he could not deny to himself that he found being talked down to pleasurable. That pleasure deeply troubled him. Parker's unease with the power dynamic of their relationship prompted him to breakup with Christie. Christie took Parker's decision well and showed no ill will towards him. Christie, at times, had felt guilty about their relationship. She occasionally thought that she was exploiting his naivet? at a time when he was going through such difficulties in his personal and professional life. Parker professional situation had not improved in the two years following their breakup. He was still an aspiring writer who was unable to get any of his books published. He wrote in the ample free time that his job at FedEx Office afforded him, but he had nothing to show for his efforts but rejection letters. The primary source of Parker's financial support was still his inheritance from his mother. After her death, he sold her home and moved into an apartment unit a few towns away from where he had lived with her. Parker's personal life was marked by his absence of family since he was an only child and his father had remarried after divorcing Parker's mother and since retired and moved to Florida. His contact was his father was infrequent as they both dealt with the day to day realities of their vastly different lives. "Well, why not?" Christie asked again, ending Parker's stupor. Parker remained silent as he tried to come up with a delicate answer. While Parker felt that Christie was assertive enough to try to gain clients for her business, he did not feel that she had the intelligence to start one from the bottom up. However, Parker knew that was the not answer he could provide to her. Parker scratched the back of his neck as he said, "Well, you see the things is...it's just..." "Cat got your tongue, Parker? You're an aspiring wordsmith and that's the best you can come up with?" Christie stern words caused Parker to move slightly away from her. Christie smiled at his faintly submissive action. She had noticed that he had a tendency to shy away from confrontation shortly before their relationship began. Christie then asked, "So, anyway, what have you been up to?" "Just writing. Same old, same old." "Did you get anything published?" Parker rubbed the back of his neck as he said, "Well, no...." "What are you doing for money then?" Christie interjected. "I'm still working at FedEx Office." "Well, that doesn't provide you with the proper outlet for a man with your skills." "Yes, but it pays some of the bills." "I suppose you're right, but don't you think you would be better of doing a job where you could put your writing skills to work instead of just spending your time copying someone else's words." "I've tried to make it as a writer; it's just not working out right now." "Have you tried applying for an office job?" "I don't have the business background for that." "You don't need a business background to be a secretary. You've got great writing skills. You could punch out letters in no time." Parker blushed as he heard her words, "I'm sure I would be a great secretary, but that's not really the kind of job that a guy..." "You see that's the problem with you guys." "What?" "You think you're too good to work a job that you consider to be women's work." "It's not that I think I'm too good, it just that people don't want to hire men for that type of job. Employers want to employ women in traditionally female professions." "That's gender bias." "Call it what you will, but there's no law against discriminating against men." "Well, actually there is, Parker, but that's neither here nor there." Parker bit his lip as he heard Christie correct him before she continued, "You know, I could use a secretary with your skills." Parker's eyes opened wide for a second as her words hit his ears. He shook his head as he replied, "I'm not really looking for that..." "Is it anymore demeaning for you than working at a FedEx Office. Come on, it's a much better use of your talents. You know I'm right." Parker knew that she was, but that hardly made her offer seem more palatable. Parker replied, "I can't take the job." "Why not?" "For one thing, there's the pay issue." "Oh, come on! I'll pay you what you make at FedEx Office." "Maybe you can do that, now, but there's no telling if you'd be able to in another month. I mean you got an associates degree however many years ago and experience as a saleswoman, but you have no real experience managing a company." "You don't think I can do it, do you?" "Well..." "It's fine if you don't, but maybe you'd like to make a little wager if you're so certain." "What are you thinking?" Parker asked, certain that he would win. "If I'm able to get this company off the ground and get a steady income stream coming in to guarantee your salary, you'll come to work for me as a secretary." "And if you can't?" Christie grinned as she replied, "You know that Ferrari that my husband left me? It'll be yours." Parker smirked as he thought about the Red Ferrari Christie's late husband kept in pristine condition. Christie rarely drove it and never let him get behind the wheel of the car, despite his repeatedly stated desire to do so. Parker stuck out his hand and said, "Deal." Christie shook his hand and said, "Good, I'm looking forward to working with you." 'Fat chance,' Parker thought. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Months passed before Parker heard a knock on his apartment door. He opened it and saw Christie's grinning face. Parker knew instantly that she was not there to tell him that he had one their bet. After she invited herself in, Parker watched as she placed her purse down on his tabletop. She pulled out several financial documents regarding her company and asked him to take a look. Parker sat down and read through the data as Christie watched his reactions. Parker cringed as he saw her sizable profit margins and bank statements that showed a hefty amount of incoming capital. There was nothing in the records that would permit Parker to deny that Christie could hire him as a secretary and pay him what he was making at FedEx Office. Christie raised her eyebrows as she leaned towards him and said, "It's going to be nice having you around the office to help." Parker slowly closed his eyes. He opened them and looked back down at the financial information in front of him, hoping that it had somehow changed. Christie then reached across the table and placed her hand on top of his. Parker felt a feeling of arousal from the soft feeling of her hand upon his. It felt good to have such intimate contact after having gone over a year without a woman's touch. Parker tried to put the feeling out of his mind as he responded in a low voice, "You won." "You were...." Christie began to respond for him. Parker sighed as he replied, "I was wrong." Christie grinned before the smile left her as she stared down at the evident worry on Parker's face. "What's wrong?" Christie asked. Parker shook his head as he replied, "I'm fine with working for you once I give my two weeks, but...." "But what?" "It's just such a strange thing for a man to do." "What? Work for a woman? I would have figured after working at a FedEx Office for years, you would have lost that stupid male ego." "It's not male ego." "So why do you think you're too good to work for a woman?" "I don't!" Parker replied. Christie leaned back in her chair as a smile came across her face as she asked, "So what's the problem then?" "Men aren't supposed to be secretaries." "What are they supposed to be, hunters, construction workers that sort of brute strength stuff?" Christie countered. "Those are things men do, but there are other things. Plenty of real men work in offices..." "Real men?" Christie replied with a laugh. "You know..." "No, I don't," Christie rejoined. "A man's man," Parker responded. "A man's man? A man who belongs to another man? What do the gays have to do with..." "Not gays! Manly men," Parker retorted, unable to hide his irritation. "Well, some gay men work what you call manly jobs, and some straight men do what some call women's work." "I'm sure you're right, but they don't fit in. What would a client think if they came into your office and saw me sitting at a secretary's desk taking your orders?" "They'd think you were a secretary," Christie responded matter-of- factly. 'How can she be so dense?' Parker thought to himself as Christie smiled at his frustration with her. Parker took a deep breath and asked, "Could I work out of the view of clients?" "What? In an office?" Parker nodded. Christie shook her head before she replied, "No, that wouldn't be fair to Cindy." "Cindy?" "Cindy Steinort, my office manager. I hired her to be my secretary when I started the business. She came with me from Tiegs-Barzini. She's a great girl. She wouldn't tolerate me giving you special treatment like that; especially when you're being brought on to help her out." "How so?" "Writing is not her strong suit. She's great at managing things like my schedule, getting office supplies and that sort of thing. She's really on top of that, but she's not a great writer. Your skills are really complementary to hers. Once you start, I can push her writings tasks off on to you. Given your experience, you can also take over her copying duties..." Parker interjected, "You want me to make your copies?" "Of course, you're my secretary. Cindy will handle those matters that are beyond your capability." "What is that supposed to mean?" "Cindy has more skills and talent at certain things than you. It's nothing to be..." "What's her education?" "A two year degree," Christie replied. "I'm sure that I'm much smarter than..." "A better degree doesn't necessarily make you smarter than her, and it certainly doesn't negate her much greater experience," Christie interjected. Parker shook his head before he paused as a thought came into his head. "Is Cindy my boss too?" Christie squinted as she looked at Parker before she shook her head while she replied, "I told you she was my office manager, and you're my secretary. The answer should be clear to you if you're as smart as you say." Parker shook his head as he heard Christie talking down to him. It brought back the same feelings of ashamed arousal that it accompanied such words when they dated. Christie smiled at Parker as she stood and said, "I want to come over to my home this afternoon so we can have a little talk to try to put your little worries to rest." 'Little worries,' Parker thought as he shook his head at her patronizing tone that so shamefully excited him. Christie placed her hand down on his shoulder as she said, "Why don't you come on by right now?" Parker nodded as he got to his feet. Christie waited for him at the door holding her small black pocketbook in her hand. Parker walked towards her and followed her out the door. Parker went to his car, while Christie got into hers. Parker drove towards her home, trailing Christie by only a few car lengths until he pulled up in front of her house. Christie got out of her car and waited for Parker to reach the steps of the stoop before she opened the front door. Parker followed Christie into her home. He had not been inside it in over two years. He walked through a hallway and saw that little had changed. The Victorian style home was decorated with the same ornate pieces that had been there the last time he entered it. Christie was not a big spender, but her late husband, Mark, had been. He had made a small fortune working as a Chief Financial Officer before his sudden fatal heart attack at the age of forty-two. In addition to their marital estate, Christie had been left a life insurance policy by Mark. The funds were properly invested, and Christie only continued to work because she wanted to. The five-bedroom home was purchased at an earlier time in Christie's life. She and Mark were planning to have children together, but they never got around to having them by the time Mark left her childless at the age of thirty-six. Parker looked around and was sure that Christie was going to make a deal with him to relieve him of his promise to work as her secretary. As Christie came to a stop in front of a closet door in the hallway, Parker asked, "Are you going to fire me?" Christie stared blankly at him while she opened the closet door. She stared into his eyes after a few seconds of silence and responded, "I'm not going to fire you before you even start. I know you need this job so I wouldn't jerk you around like that." "So why did you bring me here?" Parker asked. "Isn't it obvious?" Parker shook his head as he wondered if she intended to seduce him. Christie smiled as she answered, "I brought you here so that you could learn how to fit in better. You know, be a little more comfortable in your own skin at work." "I'll get used to it..." "Don't be silly. You were right to feel a little uneasy about being a secretary. I mean what little boy dreams about being a secretary? But, I've got just the thing for you," Christie said as she pulled a pink blouse. "It's pink." "Pink for a pink collar worker. It seems to fit," Christie replied with a smirk. "Guys don't wear pink." "Now, that's not true. Plenty of guys do, but guys don't wear blouses." Parker looked at her oddly before he examined the shirt in her hand. As he realized what side the buttons where on the shirt, Parker took a step back. He shook his head and asked, "Why would you give me a blouse?" Christie looked down at Parker and said, "To wear of course." Parker replied, "You're not serious, are you?" "Dead serious, put it on," Christie replied as she moved towards him. "Put it on? You bought me a blouse and expect me to wear it!" "Well, it's one of mine. I'm just giving to you. I didn't buy it with you in mind." Parker shook his head as he looked over the blouse in Christie's hand. Christie handed the blouse to him. Parker took it after a brief hesitation. He stared down at it as Christie's hand began to caress his neck. The feeling of her hand brought back wonderful memories of what Christie was capable of, even as he knew that the blouse was a blatant reminder of why he had ended their relationship. The thought of the emasculation of not being the dominant partner was inescapably brought back to the forefront of his mind as he felt the silky feeling of the satin blouse in his hand. Christie smiled at Parker while her fingers tips were slowly dragged down Parker's chest. Parker leered at her in silence as her fingers began to pull his shirt up. Parker raised his arms as the shirt was pulled off his body. Christie worked one of Parker's arms through the sleeve of the blouse before she leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips. Parker thought of pushing her away but surrendering to her will felt as wonderful as ever to him even as he know how wrong it was. Parker's right arm was soon inside its sleeve as well as Christie buttoned the blouse up. When she finished, Christie clasped Parker's hand and pulled him towards the staircase. Parker ascended the steps behind her, his eyes never leaving her firm rear that was seductively concealed beneath her tight fitting pencil skirt. Christie drew him through her bedroom door as she had done dozens of times before while they were dating. She led him to her closet doors that she pulled open. Parker looked inside at her wardrobe, most of which he was familiar with. Parker watched as Christie went through her skirts to find one that she felt would work perfectly with the blouse he was wearing. Parker stared vacantly at her and wondered why he was not running out of the room. Christie paid him no attention as she looked through her wardrobe. It was not a matter of finding something that would fit him since Parker and Christie were similar in size. Parker was 5'8" while Christie stood 5'7" without her heels. Parker frequently found himself looking up at her while they dated since Christie wore heels every time she went to a public place. Christie also had a slightly thicker build than Parker making her wardrobe perfectly suited for him, but she wanted him to look just right in his skirt. Christie reached into her closet and held the high waist skirt in her hands. Parker refused to take it from her. "Shy?" Christie asked with a grin. Parker stood in silence, unsure what he should do. Christie dropped to her knees with the skirt in her left hand. She placed it on the floor as she slowly pulled Parker's zipper down. Parker blushed as Christie took hold of his aroused manhood. Christie grinned up at him as she placed the tip of it in her mouth as his pants were pulled down his legs. Parker closed his eyes as her lips met his testicles as she was able to get his feet to leave the ground to remove his pants. As he felt her tongue running along his shaft he felt the soft feeling of the cotton skirt climbing his leg. He wanted to stop her, but it all felt so good that he could not bring himself to before she hooked the skirt behind his back. Christie smiled as she stood up to take a look at him. Parker stared down at his legs peeking out from under his skirt as his manhood struggled to push the tight skirt away from his body. Parker's snapped towards Christie as he heard the click of a cell phone camera. "What the hell?" Parker shrieked. Christie smiled as she responded, "Well, I can't have you backing out on your bet. You must admit, you gave me a good reason to distrust your word with all those doubts you spewed about doing this." "I wouldn't; just delete it." "No, I won't do that until you spend one full day as my secretary. I know you have to give your two weeks, so that will have to wait. Don't worry I'll spend time with you to help make sure that your first day won't be traumatic, unless you try to make it that way." Christie's attempt to reassure him provided Parker with no comfort. Christie moved towards Parker and placed a kiss on his lips. Parker's head turned away from her as he was unable to meet her gaze as their lips parted. Christie rubbed her hands along Parker's back as she hugged him. Parker blushed as his still aroused member poked the woman who was feminizing him. Christie smiled as whispered into his ear, "I know you said it was over, but it wasn't to me." Parker turned his slowly towards her and saw the victorious look in her eyes before she released him. Christie reached down and pulled his pants off the ground and removed his cell phone. She dialed the number of his job and said, "It's time to give your notice." Christie hit the send button and Parker heard the dialing as he was handed his cell phone. Parker clenched his eyes as he heard the manger's voice. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Later that afternoon, Christie and Parker brought his FedEx Office uniforms to Christie's home. Christie informed him that she would withhold the pictures of Parker's clearly aroused state en femme from his coworkers only if he lived with her until he began working as her secretary. Feeling as if he had no other choice, Parker relented to Christie's terms. The arrangement made it possible for Parker to spend time working on his feminine persona under her tutelage. Parker soon realized that Christie seemed to take pleasure in helping him learn how to dress himself, put on makeup and conduct himself as a woman. Whenever they were both off from work, Christie gave Parker strenuous lessons on how to be feminine. No detail was too small for her to focus on. Parker listened carefully as she instructed him on how to sit with his legs crossed or with his knees together. Parker practiced for hours how to speak with a higher, breathier voice with a slight Americanized Swedish accent to further throw people away from the maleness of his voice. Christie's makeup lessons had their ups and downs. At first Parker struggled with applying his mascara and eyeliner, as he frequently withstood the pain of stabbing himself in the eye with mascara applicators and eyeliner pencils. However, Parker quickly learned how to apply the makeup. Even though it took him much longer to apply than the far more seasoned woman he was living with, Parker felt that he did it more than fairly well for someone who had lived as a man his entire life. Parker enjoyed his time alone with Christie. He still found her attractive, even though she refused to share her bed with him. Parker felt that her statements about it violating the teacher-student relationship they had regarding his feminization were pretext. Parker was resigned to sleeping in one of Christie's guestrooms for the time being. Christie had made the room up for him, and Parker had no problems with the flower patterned comforter and white furniture given that no one else saw how he was living besides Christie and himself. Although everything in the room was girlish, he knew that the furnishing and decorations were only evidence of a woman's touch. There was nothing there that seemed deliberately calculated to mock the masculinity he was prohibited from showing in her home. Parker was only permitted to dress like a man at work as well as the car trips to and from his job. However, the lesson's affected his behavior in his working hours. There were coworkers that noticed changes in Parker as his final day approached. Parker gave small signals of his effeminacy as he worked. He heard snickering as a female employee watched him pick something off the floor with his knees bent together as Christie had taught him. His occasional slips into his feminine speaking voice prompted glares at work as did Parker's tendency to sit with his legs crossed for the first time in anyone's memory. Parker's fear of Christie exposing the pictures of him en femme made him strive to be as feminine as possible. The thought of his coworkers thinking he was effeminate made Parker blush. He knew that was the worst thing a man could be, so he worked hard to make sure that Christie would never show those pictures. That his efforts had the effect of proving his effeminacy to his coworkers was something that Parker failed to realize. However, the people at Parker's job still treated him like a man even while Christie exclusively treated him like a woman. Parker found that this created a strange disconnect between his work and home lives. Being called Parker while being referred to in masculine terms by his coworkers felt normal to him. However, he felt excited every time Christie referred to him as a girl and had him do girlish things with her. Christie wasted little time before she introduced Parker to feminine experiences. She took him shopping for shoes the day after he moved in. She did not make him try on any of the shoes on in the middle of the store, which relieved his worries greatly even though the female clerk knew he was trying them on in a backroom with Christie. The woman was professional about it, however, not bothering to mention that there was anything strange about it since she wanted to make the sale to earn her commission. Learning to walk in heels proved to be the most consistently painful part of his feminization process. Parker knew that he had to learn to walk in them, as he was expected to wear them to work each day except casual Friday when flats were permitted. Parker stumbled more times than he cared to disclose to Christie when he practiced alone, but his failures prompted him to take shorter, more careful steps that made walking in heels much easier for him. However, it did nothing to limit the pain he felt in his feet, ankles and calves and, not infrequently, his back. Christie told him that the pain would lessen over time, but that he had to expect his feet hurting as long as he wore heels. Parker nodded as he knew that Christie was right when she told him that women had to smile through their pain. The shoes provided some advantages to him. Parker was happy to find that they made reaching things around the apartment easier, and he felt short whenever he took them off to go work. While Christie oversaw Parker's progress in heels, she always made sure to wear a higher heel than Parker to make sure that she was always a little taller than him. Parker noticed this and felt shamefully aroused by Christie's obvious desire to constantly make herself appear larger than him. Although the difference in their size was minimal, he loved feeling weaker than her even though he was sure he could overpower if he only had the desire to. As his first day loomed, Christie gave Parker a pair of glasses to wear in lieu of his contacts. Christie dangled the glasses by the tips of her fingers as she explained, "They'll help you keep your two identities separate. The feeling of the glasses on your head will help you remember that you're Parker the girl and secretary, and not Parker the man." Parker nodded as he heard her words. He felt a bit aroused by them as he placed the thick, black framed glasses on and asked, "How do I look?" Christie smiled and kissed him for the first time since she had convinced him to put on a blouse. Parker felt a sense of arousal run through his body as their lips parted while he wondered what difficulties his first day at the office would bring. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The morning of his first day of work at Christie's office, Parker awoke and got ready for the day ahead. He ate and showered before he turned his attention to getting dressed in the outfit Christie had left out for him. Parker did not hesitate before he placed on the white, turtleneck sweater over his white bra which he used to help secure his breast forms. He then placed on the black panties and tights and made sure that his member was securely tucked away before he placed on his above the knee, black a-line skirt with a pleated front and triple banded waist. He finished his outfit off with a pair of black patent leather pumps with a black and silver bow on the vamps and headed down the stairs to find Christie. Christie smirked at him as he she found him waiting by the door with his crimson leather pocketbook hanging from his arm. Parker followed Christie to her car and they drove to work together. Parker did not worry that much about the day ahead as Christie steered the car down the road. He firmly believed that no one would ever be able to figure out that he was a man. Even after his feminization, Parker firmly believed that he was capable of successfully doing anything he put any effort into. The car pulled up in front of the office building that housed Christie's offices. Parker swung his legs out together as he was told. He got to his feet and walked beside Christie through the office building's doors. They walked to the elevator and got off on the second floor. Parker noticed that the lights of Christie's office were on as they walked towards the door. Parker felt a little bit nervous as he saw the short, stout woman beyond the glass door. Parker figured that the brown haired girl was Cindy. He knew that fooling her would be his hardest task. She would see him more than anyone and would have the most opportunities to find some tell that would give away his true gender. Parker followed Christie through the door. Christie stopped in front of Cindy as she said, "Cindy, this is our new secretary, Parker. Parker this is Cindy, our office manager I've told you about." "Pleasure to meet you," Parker said as he held out his hand. "You two young man," Cindy said before winking as she shook his hand. Parker pulled back his hand while his heart started to race. 'She saw me for two seconds and figured it out!' Parker thought as he figured he was not nearly as feminine as he believed himself to be. Christie and Cindy examined Parker's horrified face before Christie added, "Parker, I told her who you really are. She knew your mother too." "Why did you do that?" Parker said, after a pause. Christie sighed before she answered, "Parker, it's not that you don't look like a woman, but there are little things." "What? Tell me!" The desperation in Parker's voice caused a slight smile to come upon Christie's face as she shook her head and replied, "There are things you can work on to appear more womanly, but they'll come with time." "Is it that obvious?" Parker asked as he started to sweat. Christie shook her head as she answered, "No. Did you see anyone give you an odd look in the parking lot?" Parker shook his head before Christie continued, "People aren't going to notice that you're a guy underneath those pretty clothes unless you give them some reason to think so. In short interactions, no one will notice anything that will make them certain you're not all woman, but when you're going to be around someone all the time, like you're going to be with Cindy, that person's going to figure it out." Parker nodded as he understood why Christie had to tell Cindy who he was before Christie further explained, "I couldn't risk her finding out on her own. I wanted to take the shock away so that this office can continue running smoothly." Christie's words mollified Parker's concerns. He took a few deep breathes to calm down before he asked, "Where will I be working?" Cindy smiled at Parker as she got to her feet and showed him to his desk, which was located right beside hers. Parker placed his bag down on the desk as Christie went into her office while Cindy taught him how to log onto the company's computer system. Parker thanked her before Cindy gave him the company's employee handbook. Parker read through the pages that listed rules restricting personal calls, employee confidentiality and proper usage of the company's copiers and computer and telephone systems. Parker paused as he read over the company dress code. There were two sections. One for management, which consisted of only Christie, and the other that was for secretaries, file clerks and office managers. The latter section was written in unisexual terms even though the dress code called for unambiguously feminine attire: Parker read the words on the page and repeated them in his head, 'All covered employees must maintain a neat appearance at all times. Makeup must be worn so as to look presentable, but not garish, to clients entering the office. All covered employees must wear skirts paired with stockings, pantyhose or tights, which may only be nude or black. Employees are permitted to wear either blouses or sweaters at all times. Monday to Thursday all covered employees must wear pumps with a heel of at least two inches. On Friday's only, covered employees may wear boots, flat shoes or heeled sandals. Sneakers and flip flops are not permitted.' Parker wondered why there was no indication that the requirements only applied to women despite the requirements of makeup, skirts and hosiery. He figured that Christie must have really been sure he would lose their bet when she drafted it. As Parker finished reading the employee handbook, Cindy gave him his first task. She gave him Christie's notes that she had made in response to a letter she received from a client regarding an invoice. Parker was tasked with creating a letter based on Christie's note's to respond to the client's concerns. Parker finished with the letter and brought it to Christie. Christie took it with a smile and read it in front of Parker. Parker's eyes opened wide as he saw Christie take out a red pen. While Christie rewrote the correspondence Parker had drafted, he felt uneasy. Parker nervously rubbed his left arm, feeling the soft arousing sensations that accompanied his caressing of the soft fabric of the sweater. As he tried to suppress his slight arousal, he stared down at Christie in disbelief since no one had rewritten anything he had drafted in years. Christie smiled as she handed him back the letter and said, "Make these changes and bring it back for me to sign." Parker stared down at the sea of red that rewrote his sentences and removed his flowerily superfluous language. Parker asked her why the words had to be removed. Christie shook her head as she replied, "It's my writing style, dear. I go for an economy of words. Why I would I say in sixteen words what can I say as effectively in eight. It's a waste of the company's time. You're a writer, Parker, think back to other writer's styles. With business correspondence you want to be more Hemmingway and less Faulkner. You want to be straight forward, plain spoken and never subtle. Don't worry about it right now. You'll get better at it." Christie's words startled Parker. It had been years since he had heard such criticisms of something he had written. Parker's mouth was agape for a few seconds. He thought about telling her off, but he knew that it was her business and that she was perfectly within her right to have things done the way she wanted them to be done. Parker carried the paper back to his desk. He smoothed his skirt out as he sat down in front of his computer and began typing again. As Parker made the changes Christie ordered him to make, he heard the phone ringing. Since Cindy was away from her desk, Parker answered the call. "Hello, Leigh Enterprises." "Hello, is Christie in?" A man asked. "Who may I ask is calling?" Parker inquired as Christie had trained him to over the prior week. "My name is Harold Kerr." "Hold on, one second, sir." Parker followed the employee handbook's directions for putting the call on hold. He then dialed Christie's extension and said, "Christie, there's a Harold Kerr on the line for you." "Oh, I know why he's calling. Please take a message, I'm swamped. I'll have to call him back." "You got it," Parker answered before he picked Harold's call back up and said, "Mr. Kerr." "Yes?" "Miss Leigh is actually away from her desk at the moment, can I take a message?" "Sure, just tell her I called." "Of course," Parker answered. "That's a lovely accent you have. I don't think I've spoken to you before, are you new?" Harold inquired. "Thanks, I am new and...," Parker began to answer before Harold asked, "Where are you from?" "I came over from Sweden when I was three. I never quite lost the accent," Parker explained. "I'm glad; it's very fetching." Parker smiled at the man's words and said, "Thanks, I'll be sure to give Miss Leigh the message that you called." "Thank you, have a nice day." "You too, Mr. Kerr," Parker replied as he hung up the phone. Parker grinned and lightly slapped his palms against the desk as he realized that his carefully practice feminine tone concealed his gender over the phone. Parker felt relieved to know that someone would have to see him to figure out that he was not the woman he was trying to pass himself off as. Parker then turned his attention back to revising the correspondence in accordance with Christie's corrections. He finished the letter and then brought it back into Christie's office. Christie nodded at the letter and placed her signature on it before she asked Parker to make a copy for the company's records. Parker took the letter to the copy machine and made a copy. He made a mailing up for the original letter before he asked Cindy where they kept copies of correspondence. Cindy directed Parker to a file cabinet. Parker pulled a cabinet drawer out and searched through the names of the files with his painted fingernails. He then filed away the copy of the letter in Mr. Kerr's correspondence file once he came upon it. Parker then walked back to his desk and saw the notes that Christie had left for him from a meeting she had the previous Friday. Parker looked at Cindy and asked what he was supposed to do. Cindy answered that Parker was supposed to write a letter to the client summarizing Christie's meeting with the supplier. Parker nodded and began to write the letter. He was careful to write in succinct skeletal sentences, which came unnaturally to him. He paused only to answer the phone, but he found that it was taking more time to write the letter than he thought it would. Parker realized that writing in shorter sentences took longer than it did to write longer sentences as he had to put more thought into them to compose them in a more concise manner. As the morning progressed into the afternoon, Cindy asked Parker if he would like to accompany her to the small caf? in the building's basement. Parker took up her offer and joined Cindy for lunch. They headed for the elevator together as Cindy asked Parker how his first day was going. "It's going well." "No surprises?" "No, just you," Parker responded as the elevator doors opened. Parker and Cindy entered the elevator and exited in the basement. They then walked to the caf? and ordered salads for lunch. While they waited for their salads to be prepared, Parker and Cindy sat down at an open table. They chatted briefly before they went and picked up their salads from the counter. They then made small talk about the various news stories that came upon the television in the caf?. The conversation was polite and largely focused on trivial matters. Then Cindy asked, "What do you think of Christie as a boss?" Parker smiled as he figured that Cindy was acting as a spy for Christie. He shook his head and replied, "What a stone cold bitch. She's such a taskmaster!" "Really?" Cindy replied with genuine surprise. Parker shook his head as he replied, "No. I've known her for some time. She's a nice woman." "She's smart too." "She's not that smart," Parker said as he finished chewing. "I think she's smarter than you give her credit for, Parker," Cindy replied as she raised her eyebrows. Parker shook his head as he replied, "She's not dumb, but she's not really smart." "You think you're smarter than her." "Not to be conceited or anything, but yeah I do." "Really? Why?" Parker was surprised by the evident astonishment in Cindy's tone. He furrowed his brow as he replied, "You don't know me that well. You just see me as some secretary, but I'm more educated than her, and I've tied some people in knots when they've tried to pull some stuff over on me." "So what? You don't think she could do that." "She could to a degree, but..." "She couldn't do it to you," Cindy interjected before laughing a little. Parker nodded and said, "She could never get one over on me." Cindy fought off the urge to laugh at Parker's remarks as she looked over the man that Christie had managed to get to come to work for her as a secretary while dressed in a skirt, heels, hosiery and full feminine makeup. After composing herself, Cindy replied with a smirk, "I suppose you're right." After lunch, Cindy and Parker headed back to the office. Parker went back to writing correspondence for Christie, answering calls and occasionally filing away documents until 4 when Christie came out of her office. She walked over to Parker and asked him to make copy of a set of contracts in her hands and send it to a client. Parker took the bundle of papers from her and carried it over to the copy machine. Parker stared down at the machine as he fed the pages through the feeder. He shook his head as he realized it was not dissimilar to what he had been doing at work the last few years. Once Parker finished making copies, he bundled the copies together and wrote the correspondence to accompany them and showed it to Christie. Christie smiled and said, "You're making good progress," as she read the letter. She made a small change and told Parker to reprint the letter. Parker did so and carried the letter back into her to sign before he mailed out the package to the client. Parker then took his seat and began to work on a proposal to a prospective client that Cindy had started. Parker substantially rewrote it and almost had it finished by the time the workday came to an end. Parker left with Christie, who locked up the office after Cindy departed. Parker walked beside Christie, feeling a sharp pain in the balls and heels of his feet as he walked. Parker figured that they were going to Christie's home, but she veered off the highway and stopped in front of a small restaurant. Christie noticed Parker's surprise as she smiled and said, "I think you deserve to be taken out after your first day in a professional workplace." Parker smiled at her and was happy to have a night off from helping her cook dinner. Parker walked beside her and they were seated across from each at a two seat table. They sat down and reviewed the menus before ordering. As their drinks were placed on the table, Christie asked, "How was your first day in the office?" "It was an experience." "Did you enjoy it," Christie asked as she took a sip of her wine. Parker smiled and said, "More than I thought I would," while his two tights covered knees rubbed together. "Really?" "Yes, I thought it would be hell, but besides the shoes, it was pretty good." "You'll get used to the shoes." "When?" Parker asked with a smile. "Give it a few years," Christie replied with a smirk. "Years? You'll think I'll be doing this for years," Parker asked, in a rushed, slightly elevated tone. "I sure do," Christie replied calmly. "Why's that?" "Because it is what you were meant do." "I think we might have a difference of opinion on that. I don't think anyone is born to be a secretary." "Well, it suits you perfectly," Christie replied. Parker shook his head as he answered, "I always saw myself as doing something more with my life." "Like what?" Christie asked. "Writing...." Christie then interjected, "Writing? You've tried that, honey. I would keep at it, but it's just not something that happens for everyone. It's a tough racket to crack." Parker nodded as he knew too well that she was right. With each passing year, the chances of him becoming a successful writer grew dimmer. Christie continued, "I don't want to be cruel, Parker. You just have to be realistic. I can't imagine that you enjoyed your job at FedEx Office anymore than you seemed to be enjoying your new one at my office." Parker nodded as he sipped his wine. He continued, "I didn't, but it's not something that I think will fulfill me." "That's the problem with your generation. You look for fulfillment when you really need to clasp at whatever you can. Fulfillment is something rich people strive for. The rest of us have to survive." "Are you fulfilled?" Christie smiled as she replied, "I'm well off, dear. I could afford to go for it, but there are times when I'm stressed and think I would be better off like you." "How so?" "Well, you have no worries or stress. All you have to do is whatever I tell you to." "You think it's easy being under someone's thumb?" "I know that it's easier than you think," Christie replied. Parker thought back to Christie's marriage. She was the less successful and moneyed partner in a marriage and had worked for others. He knew that she was speaking from experience. Parker felt uneasy as he processed her words. He crossed his legs and wondered if he could he live the life of a secretary. Christie smiled at Parker's unease and said, "There are other ways to be fulfilled besides your job anyway." "How?" Parker asked before he took another sip of his wine. "Well you could take up a hobby." "Like." "Well, writing for one." "What? Write for myself?" "That's pretty much what you've been doing," Christie replied as she took a sip of wine while the waiter placed their plates down on the table. "Enjoy, ladies," the smiling man replied. Parker blushed at his words even as he knew that he was fortunate that his masculinity was not easily noticeable. Christie smiled at Parker and said, "You are adorable when you blush." Christie's words made Parker blush further. After chewing on her food a little, Christie broke the silence and said, "Maybe you could find some fulfillment working around the home." "What?" "Yes, I've been thinking. You've been living at my house for the past two weeks, why not make it permanent." "Are you asking me to move in?" "Very perceptive," Christie said as she raised her eyebrows. Parker sucked his lips into his mouth as he knew better than to respond hastily to Christie's condescending words. Parker replied, "I think it would be great, but..." "But," Christie asked with a smile before continuing, "you like paying rent and having no money. I'm not asking you to contribute any money to the house, dear. Just help me around the home." "You want me to be a homemaker?" "No, homemakers tend to not have full time jobs. You'd only be doing it part-time, like you do at your place." "So what are you looking for a wife?" Parker asked with a nervous laugh. "Maybe in time," Christie replied before she took another bite. Parker froze as he watched Christie chew. Parker saw the lusty stare she used to give him when they dated. He knew that she was still attracted to him despite his feminized appearance. Parker knew he had nothing to lose. He was already divorced from his male life and would have to find another job to get away from the one he had agreed to take with Christie. He knew that his employment prospects were weak. Parker realized that Christie was offering him the best life he could have at that moment. Parker smiled and said, "I'll move in if you let me." Christie nodded as she replied, "I'm happy to hear it. I've loved having you around the last few weeks." Parker smiled at her words and felt pleased to hear them as he continued eating. When they finished eating, Christie paid for the check. Parker was embarrassed that she paid for him, but he knew that it was a new dynamic that he was going to have to get used to. Christie led Parker out of the restaurant and they headed back to the car. Christie drove them home and they went inside together. Christie grinned as she stepped onto the staircase. Parker looked at her and watched as she bit her lip for a second and tossed her hair. Parker then followed her up the stairs. "Are you turning in already?" Parker asked. "Sure, I'm not a young thing like you," she replied. "Come on, you're not that much older than me." "I know, but being with you gave me so much more energy." Parker smiled at her words before Christie moved closer to him and placed a kiss upon his lips. Parker was surprised by her act, even as he knew he should have expected it. "Come along," Christie said as he motioned him to join her as she opened her bedroom door. "Into your room?" "Where else? I'm the breadwinner after all, I think putting out is the least you can do for me. Give me my husbandly rights," Christie replied with a smile and a wink. Parker walked towards her and felt a strange feeling in his stomach. He knew he wanted to have relations with Christie, but he felt that something was wrong with the way they were going about it. Christie was in complete control. He almost felt as if he owed it to her to do what she asked of him while she began to undress him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Parker woke up a few minutes before Christie's alarm was set to go off. He stumbled into the master bathroom and looked in the mirror. He rubbed his eyes and smiled at himself. He felt an odd sense of happiness as he thought about the night before. He did not know why he liked being told what to do, but he did. Christie walked over to him shortly after the alarm rang. She smiled as she turned on the shower and said, "Ready to join me?" Parker nodded as he followed her into the shower. Christie turned the water on and asked him to lather up his hands and spread the soap around her body. Parker was not one to refuse such a request from a woman he found attractive. Parker lathered up his hands and ran his hands down Christie's slender and firm arms before he rubbed her back. Christie moaned a little as he ran his soap covered hands down her back and neck before he washed her stomach. Parker paused near her breasts. While he had touched them before, he wondered if he should move his hands over them without Christie's permission. She smirked at his hesitance and grabbed his hands. She placed them onto her firm breasts while she winked at him. Parker ran his fingertips over her breasts as his member poked at her rear before he knelt before her pussy and washed her legs. As he finished, Christie began to wash his body. Parker smiled at the feeling of her soft hands all over his body before she moved onto his hair. Once Christie finished washing his hair, Parker washed hers. They got out of the shower and took turns drying off and drying their hair before they got dressed for the day ahead. Christie dressed in a grey pantsuit and a white blouse while Parker put on a pair of nude, sheer pantyhose, a daisy print, ruffled cap sleeve blouse and a tweed skirt suit. Parker smiled at his reflection in the mirror as he admired the fringed tweed jacket of the skirt suit, which had a rounded neckline, golden chain trim, puffed shoulders and three quarter sleeves. After dressing, they headed down the stairs where Parker prepared breakfast. They ate together for a few minutes before they went back up the stairs to put on their makeup. Christie put her makeup on in the master bedroom, while Parker put his on in the bathroom that rested near the top of the staircase. Parker then retrieved a pair of black and copper colored pumps with sequin and silk detailing from his closet before he met Christie by the front door. He took the bag containing a change of clothes from her that Christie had made up for him and carried it to the car. Christie drove them to work and parked the car before they walked into the building side by side. Cindy smiled at Christie and Parker as she entered the office only a few seconds after them. Cindy could tell from Christie and Parker's smile that something had happened between them. Cindy was fully informed about Christie's former relationship with Parker. She remembered Christie's displeasure when it ended and smiled at the fact that Christie had found away to get what she wanted. Parker sat down at his desk and began writing correspondence that morning for Christie. The correspondence drafting consumed most of his morning. He would periodically show it to Christie who would give her critiques of it before Parker made the revisions and resubmitted his writings to her. Parker felt oddly turned on by Christie's polite criticisms. He still felt that he was smarter than her despite the position that he found himself in. Something in him, however, made the idea of being talked down to by someone he considered less intelligent than him exciting. Parker fought the urge to make intentional miscues because he did not want to jeopardize his job. He also realized that Christie would find any fault she could in his work anyway to show off her power over him and that provided more than enough stimuli for him. Cindy smirked at the way that Christie and Parker seemed to enjoy the power dynamic of their relationship. Christie enjoyed being in charge as much as Parker appeared to enjoy being controlled. Cindy could not remember the last time she saw Christie as happy as she was that day. That Parker seemed content with the situation only seemed to be a bonus to her. As the afternoon came, Parker filed away documents that Christie had finished reviewing. It was a largely mindless task that he took no particular pleasure from. However, the idea of doing it excited him. Parker felt that he was getting into the mind of a secretary as he worked. He wondered if a secretary would make a good protagonist, before he realized that he was not simply getting into the mind of a secretary as he worked. Parker realized that he was a secretary. It was not just a job title for him. He was working the job and, to his disgust, he loved it. Parker strolled back to his desk and typed up draft email responses for Christie before he took lunch with Cindy again. After lunch, Parker went back to work typing up documents before Cindy gave him some documents to copy. Parker took them with a smile on his face as he made the copies and chatted with Cindy as she sat at her desk across the office. Parker shook his head as he finished making the copies. He could not believe that he was enjoying himself as much as he was. As the workday ended, Parker said goodbye to Cindy before he followed Christie into the Ladies' room. They each walked into a stall, carrying their change of clothes. Parker pulled off his skirt and tights and put on two more pairs of panties before he slipped on a pair of loose black sweatpants with a teal stripe running up its leg. He put on a white cotton t-shirt and swapped his heels for a pair of white sneakers. He put his clothes into the bag and handed it over the stall to Christie. While Parker tied his hair up, Christie stepped out of the stall. Parker smiled at her as he looked her over as she walked towards him dressed in a tight purple camisole, black leggings and pink and black sneakers. Christie tied up her hair and led Parker to her car. They drove to the gym that Christie was a member of. Parker presented the guest pass that Christie provide him and joined her in the yoga class. A number of the women in the class came over and said hello to Christie. Christie introduced Parker to them and they made small talk before one of the girls asked, "What's with that get up?" Parker looked at the stout woman strangely. The woman was dressed similar to him and Parker asked, "What do you mean?" "I was just wondering why you aren't wearing something like Christie." Parker squinted for a second before he replied, "Neither are you." The woman laughed slightly before she responded, "Well, I really don't have the body to pull it off anymore." Parker replied, "No, you can do it," even though he knew that she would not look attractive dressed in such tight clothing. The woman smiled at Parker's lies before she continued, "If I had your body, I would be wearing leggings to every class." Parker grinned back at her and said, "I'm just not comfortable showing off my body like that." "Why you're so slender. I wish I had those sleek curves." "I'm not as sleek as you'd might think," Parker replied, the truth of his comments was not evident to any of the other women besides Christie, who smirked at the truth in his remark. Another woman interjected, "You shouldn't be self conscious about your body." "It's not bad, but I'm just not comfortable flaunting it." Parker's words appeased the women as the class began. Parker watched as the girls' eyes fixated on the muscular man who was instructing the class. Parker saw a few off the women ogle the young man and fought the urge to laugh while he followed the man's directions. 'I bet these women have all called men pigs to for less,' Parker thought as he saw the women leering at the man's muscled legs, arms and rear. After the class ended, Parker and Christie went home. They made a quick dinner together before they sat down at Christie's kitchen table. Christie smiled at Parker as she said, "You really seemed to fit in well with the girls at class today." "Thanks, but I felt some of them gave me odd looks." "Well that was just about the clothes and some were a bit turned of by your nose." "My nose?" "Yes, it's the kind of thing that at least two of those girls had fixed." "What's wrong with my nose?" "Nothing, it's nothing that really gives you away. It's mannish, but it's androgynous enough that it's not a dead give away." "What's wrong it?" Parker asked as he rubbed his nose. "It's bigger than a normal woman's; it's got that masculine broad nasal bone. If you were to have it fixed like them, your nose would be made narrower and straighter." "Fixed?" "You know rhineoplasty." "Rhineoplasty? Nose jobs are for chicks." Christie laughed as she said, "And what are you exactly?" Parker stared down at the fake breasts holding his woman's t-shirt away from his chest as he replied, "I'm not a chick." "Are you a man?" "Kind of." "Kind of? What sort of a man is kind of a man? You either are or you aren't. You are what everyone else sees you as. What did those girls see you as?" "A girl." "So, then there's nothing wrong with getting a little work done on your nose to make you a little prettier." "I don't know about that. It's a big change." "Why? It's not that long of a healing time and the surgeries not complicated. It's routine." "It's expensive though." "If you want, it'll be my treat." Parker felt his heart start to beat faster as he thought about having his nose feminized. The idea of looking unambiguously feminine excited him even as it made him nervous. Christie saw the contemplative look on Parker's face and smiled before she continued, "And the angle between a man's forehead and nose is sharper than it is for a girl. The angle between your lip and should also be bigger." Parker sucked his lips over his teeth as he thought about her critique of his face. Parker stuttered while he replied, "This can all be...fix...fixed?" "Oh, easily. They just tailor the tip of your nose to make it smaller and improve the contour and narrowing of the nasal bone and nostrils. They can really do a lot with your nose. Trust me, if you get it done, there's no one who will be able to tell unless they..." "They what?" Parker asked as his foot tapped nervously on Christie's wood floor. "It's not terribly obvious, but..." "But what?" "Your Adam's apple is visible when you move your head around. It's not prominent but it gives you away a little bit." "I can't do anything about that," Parker muttered as he took another bite of his dinner. "Well, there's a trachea shaving surgery that can give you a smaller Adam's apple." "A trachea shave?" Parker asked for clarification. "It's a minor surgery, but if you have it done than that almost unperceivable Adam's apple, might just not be noticeable at all." Parker rubbed his throat and felt the bump. Christie smirked at him while she continued, "Now, I don't see a need for a jaw shaving as you already have a cute dainty jaw." Parker touched this chin as he listened to her words as Christie said, "I don't think there's anything too noticeable there, but your hairline. That could use work." "What kind of work?"' "Just a brow lift. A girl's hairline is closer to their eyes than a guy's, and it would get rid of that receding part of the hairline at your temple." Parker ran his fingertips along his hairline as Christie finished eating. She bent down next to him and kissed the top of his head as she took his dish away from him. "Don't worry I'll get it," Parker said as Christie carried the dishes to the sink. Christie smiled back at him and said, "You can get them next time." Parker nodded as he thought about her words. 'She can't be serious. Can she she?' Parker thought as he rubbed his pantyhose covered knees. Parker got up and went to help Christie with the dishes. He placed them in the dish washer after Christie rinsed them off. He then dried the pot and pan that Christie had washed. After he finished drying the pot and pan, they went into the living room and watched some of Christie's favorite television shows. Parker's mind wandered while Christie chuckled beside him. He kept thinking about the cosmetic surgery that Christie suggested. As Christie placed her arm around him and held Parker closely, his heart started to beat faster as he wondered if she was trying to turn him into her young trophy wife. After Christie turned off the television, they retired to Christie's bed. They climbed under the covers and Christie pulled Parker's head onto her shoulder as she put her arm around him. Parker felt weak within her grasp. Christie had the money and the better job title he likely would never have. The only advantages he felt he had over her were his youth, energy and intelligence. However, he had harbored increasingly strong doubts over the last advantage. Christie's greater success made him question if she was smarter than him or just knew how to make better use of her own intelligence than he did. His youth, also, was not accompanied by greater beauty. Christie was fetching for her age, while he was below average for a woman of his own age. While he knew that a below average looking woman was better than most guys his age could pass for, he always felt that relationships included a smarter partner and a prettier partner. He was beginning to doubt he was either as he also realized that he was