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Sissy Porn Star - Part 1 College for Charles Bixby was peppered with many fond memories. There was all the parties, there was his initiation into Sigma Nu, and all the friendships that he made over the past four years, and of course there were the girls. Charles went to Carnegie Mellon and chose to study computer science. Charles, through the help of his guidance counselor, chose Carnegie because it had one of the best computer science schools in the United States. The four years went by like a breeze and he graduated Magna Cum Laude. His stepmother, Martha, was at his graduation and was very proud of him. She was the only family he had as his father died a year earlier. Martha was a good stepmother to Charles. She would do anything for him as long as he was happy. She had her arm around him as they walked away from the graduation ceremony to the car. In a pleading voice, "Your father would have been very proud of you Charles, you know that don't you?" He smiled warmly as he looked down at her, "Yes, Martha, I know he would have." Charles got out his car keys from his pants pocket and clicked the key fob with his finger tip and opened the door to his car. His stepmother sat in the passenger seat and Charles zipped around his Toyota and slung his body into the drivers seat. He turned on the ignition and he drove off and away from the Carnegie Mellon for the last time. "I'm going to miss this place," he said with a sigh. "New beginnings Charles," Martha retorted. "Remember how you felt when you graduated high school?" "Yes, I was petrified and quite nervous about college," he said briskly. Martha laughed and slapped him on his skinny leg, "No silly. I recall you telling your father and I that you couldn't wait to start college and how you were looking forward to studying computers." "I know what your getting at Martha. Your trying to tell me that I need to get a job." "Well, now dear, I'm not being too pushy but you studied hard for the past four years. You don't go to college and then not enter the work world." She paused. In an inquisitive tone, "Do you have something lined up?" Charles couldn't evade the question so he just answered her the best that he could even though it was a half hearted lie. "I have a few interviews lined up in the next couple of weeks." The reality was that he only had one interview but he could not say who or what it was as it would be too embarrassing to say aloud. "That's wonderful Charles, wonderful," she said in a genuine motherly fashion. "Any companies in particular." Charles dug himself a little deeper and made up some names of companies that he was interviewing with, such as DuPont and Proctor & Gamble. This made her happy to hear. The truth of the matter was that the economy was still tight and software designers and engineers were a dime a dozen. The fact-of-the-matter was that Charles only had one interview set up. It was with Venus Publishing, an internet company based out of Los Angeles. That alone would have been fine to share with Martha, but the company's assets included internet magazine's such as "Boobs" "Fun Baggers" and "Bra Stuffers." The company also had a porn website called "Busties," which had a well stocked clientele of perverts who loved to watch endless videos of women with big tits. They also had their hands in internet retail companies that specialized in shoes and clothing for well endowed women and cross dressers. The company also had offices in Amsterdam and Prague. How could he tell his stepmother that he would be interviewing for an internet porn conglomerate? ******* A month after graduation, Charles decided to tell his stepmother that the interviews fell through and that a company in Los Angeles wanted to interview him for an IT job. Martha was taken aback by the long distance. She knew that if he landed the job he would be moving out to the West Coast. She came to accept the fact that he was twenty-one and out of college now and it was equally important to put his life ahead of hers. Was Los Angeles so bad for him after growing up and living in western Pennsylvania all his life? Maybe. Martha knew that he was young and had to take certain risks. Now was the time to do that and she gave him her full support. ******* Charles boarded flight 239 out of Pittsburgh International bound for LAX. He would arrive 5:09 PM and the flight went without any delays. He took a taxi to the Radisson Hotel, which was right near the USC campus. Venus Publishing paid for his trip, his hotel, and all other expenses. When he looked into the company and found out what they did he remembered that Venus was the Roman goddess for love, sex, beauty, and fertility. Charles thought there was an ironic connection between that and what they published. Charles' interview was the very next day at 9 o'clock sharp with the publisher herself, Ms. Christine Hilliard. He dressed for success in a navy blue suit, a crisp white shirt that Martha had ironed for him, and a navy blue tie with white stripes. When Charles stepped out of the hotel, he noticed that it was an unseasonably mild day for early August. He decided to walk instead of taking a cab. Charles Bixby was a slim fellow. He was in good shape from all the cycling he had done, so he was never more than 160 pounds. He stood only about 5'9" so he wasn't tall by any means. His hair was a light blond with some dark undertones here and there and he kept the length down to the nape of his neck. He didn't think he needed haircut for the interview as it wasn't down to his shoulders. Charles was very neat about himself. He had a great amount of pride in that. Upon closer inspection one might think Charles was gay. He could never grow a full beard due to the big hairless gaps and his androgynous looking face. He had good complexion due to his alabaster skin. He used many creams to protect his skin from the sun. After about seven or eight blocks he arrived at his destination. Venus Publishing was nestled in one of many of the nondescript office buildings in downtown LA. He entered the building and was checked in by the guard in the lobby. Once inside the elevator he hit the black button that read "17" for the seventeenth floor. (Venus Publishing also occupied the eighteenth floor as well. Once he exited the elevator he found himself at the floor to ceiling glass doors that had "Venus" on one door and "Publishing" on the other. The writing was a fancy script and colored white. Charles thought it was very feminine looking but liked it nonetheless. The receptionist buzzed him in and he presented himself to the young lady." With a smile, "Good morning. I have a 9 o'clock interview with Ms. Christine Hilliard." In her cutsey, young voice the receptionist responded, "Yes, she is expecting you. I'll let her know your here. Why don't you have a seat?" Charles could see the girl was not only pretty, but had a decent pair of tits. "Thanks." He took a seat and waited. Every now and again someone would walk by. The first thing he noticed was that they were young; all in their twenties. Then he noted to himself that after ten minutes, not one guy had passed by. Not one. Another thing that began to registered was that all the women were well endowed. He would take guesses to himself on their sizes. He would think to himself, "D"; "Then she must be a DD" and "Whoa if that girl is not an E or even an F.' This little exercise went on for five or six minutes. His mind took even more mental notes. The women were all shapely. They were slim in the waist, but had bigger hips, and perfectly shaped asses. All of them were in appropriate skirt and blouse attire. Not one of them wore flats on their feet. Stilettos in various heel sizes and colors were the predominant shoe of choice. At one point he imagined as though he were at a fashion show and were looking at models going up and down a runway. While crouched over in his chair in the waiting area, he was fixated at the ass of one female employees who was walking down the office corridor. Her ass swayed back and forth with such rhythm. Charles could imagine a piece of classical music going with the movement of her ass cheeks. While in such deep thought, Charles suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. "Mr. Bixby." The voice called out. Charles turned around, still in his crouched position, and looked up at the woman who would be his future boss, Ms. Christine Hilliard. Time froze as he looked up at this incredible woman. She had the biggest pair of tits out of all the women he had seen in the office so far. They were so big that his mind could not assign a letter to them. He also noticed that she was very beautiful and very well appointed. It was clear that Ms. Hilliard had class. She had her hand out to greet him. Charles slowly raised himself to accept her hand. "Yes, yes that's me," he said nervously as he had been caught looking at another woman's ass in front of her. With a pleasant smile she said confidently, "I'm Christine Hilliard. Why don't you get your things and follow me to my office? Charles responded as though he were a well trained dog. He picked up his bag and followed right behind her. Ms. Hilliard seemed to prefer him behind her. It immediately illustrated that she was in charge here. As they walked down the corridor, he watched her perfect ass as it swung back and forth so effortlessly. The up and down movement of her hips also caught his eye. Ms. Hilliard wore a suit, but it was not as conservative as one might expect. The suit jacket and pencil skirt were black with an inlay pattern colored in gold. It had fancy scrollwork throughout. The jacket fell from her shoulders and was loose with some pleats at the end. The length went about an inch and a half past the top of the skirt. Due to the tightness of the skirt, it was all too easy for Charles to pick up on her beautiful ass. The skirt sat a few inches above Ms. Hilliard's knees. Of course his wandering eyes did not stop there. Her legs were encased in a set of silky, black seamed stockings. What Charles could not see was the lace garter and garter belts that held up those two sexy stockings. Ms. Hilliard's feet were wrapped with five inch black and gold stilettos and he could easily feel like he was in her shadow as she stood 6'2 or 6'3. Ms. Hilliard led him down another corridor all the way to her corner office. She opened the door to the office and led him in. It was decorated as one would expect, in a more traditional manner. The predominant materials were wood, metal, and glass. There was a large oak desk at one end, surrounded by bookshelves. Books, magazines, and DVDs were equally abundant and all the shelves were full. The desktop had a computer with a monitor and next to it sat a lap top. Two brown leather chairs abutted the table. At the other end of the room were floor to ceiling glass windows, a black leather chair and couch framing a rectangular glass and metal cocktail table. "Come in Mr. Bixby, why don't you take a seat," she said. "Thank you Ms. Hilliard," and with that he took his seat and placed his bag on the floor. Her voice was feminine and sexy. If she were to sing she would surely be characterized as having a contralto voice. In the air it rang with a sultriness that Charles hadn't heard before. The girls he knew back in college never sounded like her. No doubt that this was a mature woman; very confident and wise in her ways. He took a good look at her as she did the same with him. Charles was nervous, but this woman's beauty coupled with her amazing body made him down right petrified. He wished that the interview was over before it even got started. Ms. Hilliard had strawberry blond hair. It was wavy and up in a loose bun, but because of its length she had an extraordinary amount of volume. Like many women in Los Angeles, she had some work done to her face. Her nose was perfectly straight and her lips were full. Charles noticed that her cheekbones were very high. She didn't have any wrinkles. Plastic surgery was always a good indicator of age on a woman. Charles guessed that she was in her mid-forties. Ms. Hilliard wore round rimless, metal framed glasses and they made her strikingly sexier than she already was. Besides her hairdo and her wardrobe, everything about this women screamed wealth and class (at least how they view it in LA). Her make up was all professionally done. She was well tanned and her skin was radiant. Her nails were long and perfect. She wore a diamond pendant that hung for her narrow neck and the watch on her left wrist was encrusted with tiny diamonds. "I see you went to Carnegie Mellon. Great school, " Ms. Hilliard said with some enthusiasm. "Magna Cum Laude. Very impressive." Charles smiled with pride as her comment validated all of his hard work these last four years. "I see you had an internship in a very small company back east doing some programming and IT work; that's good," she noted. "If we offered you the job, I would need you to start right away." He blurbed out a quick response, "I can do that!" This made Ms. Hilliard very happy. The interview lasted a little while longer. She asked some other questions that one would expect in an interview and Charles did his best to answer them. Ms. Hilliard got a good look at Charles and already had her mind made up to hire him. It was just a matter of getting him to do something for her that would seal the deal. At one point she paused in her line of questioning. "Charles, I want you to do me a favor if you could?" she asked of him. Finding this question a little odd he answered cautiously, "I suppose I could. What is it exactly?" "I want you to get up and out of that chair and crawl under the desk," she said in a way as if this was something that she asks of other employees all the time. He looked at her not knowing exactly what to expect. He knew that her request was unorthodox for an interview. He wanted to back out but felt he couldn't - not now; not after he said he would. Charles crawled under the oak desk and found Ms. Hilliard had pulled up her pencil skirt. Now he knew what was up there. On all fours he could see the black garter, the garter belts, and the scrollwork design to the tops of her stockings. Ms. Hilliard's legs were open and Charles could see her trimmed bush that flared out from her pussy. It was in the shape of a heart and was quite attractive. She said nothing and directed him by pulling her index finger in as if to say, "Come here." Still on all fours Charles' face was only inches from her pussy. He looked up at her and she began to unbutton her blouse. Once it was open he could see a black bra doing its best to hold up her huge tits. He stared at them for a while and Ms. Hilliard pulled up her skirt even more. She cocked her head back and waited for his mouth. Charles could smell the musky odor of her pussy. He could also get a whiff of her other female scents. The smell of her body wash, of her body lotion, and of her perfume. It was a cacophony of odors conspiring to give him one delicious hard-on. His tongue found her layered folds and he inserted the tip lightly swishing it around slowly and tasting her cunt. Ms. Hilliard squealed in delight and place her hands on Charles' head. She pushed him in just a bit. The right amount of pressure was all she needed to get to the next level of sexual satisfaction. Charles was good at licking pussy. He had quite a number of girlfriends in college, so he had a sex life. On a couple of occasions he had sex after meeting a girl at the parties that his fraternity had hosted. Each girl taught him something about licking pussy and having an orgasm. Over time he grew to enjoy it. His mouth was between Ms. Hilliard's legs for a good twenty minutes. Her maturity showed itself during this pleasant act of cunnilingus. She was more hands-on compared with any younger girls that he'd been with and directed Charles' tongue in a way that she wanted it. With her guidance she moaned longer and louder and became very, very wet. He licked up all of her juices and savored them. Now she was grinding her pussy up and down from his nose to his mouth. As she had multiple orgasms he feared that someone would come in after hearing her screams. Then the room grew silent. Ms. Hilliard looked down at him and held up his face with her hand under his chin. He was in quite the submissive position and was certainly in no position to do or ay anything. She looked down at him as if to say, "This is our little dirty secret and don't you dare tell a soul." Then the silence in the room broke. Again as if the act were an every day occurrence, "Your hired by the way. Your good with pussy. I take it that there are many girls back at Carnegie Mellon who will have fond memories of you?" she said rhetorically with an evil smile." Charles said nothing in return, he just smiled back. She pushed her chair back, brought her legs together and pushed down her skirt. She motioned to him to get up off the floor. He obeyed like a good little boy. Ms. Hilliard buttoned her blouse. "You'd be working with my IT manager, Sherri Gimble. Sherri's been with us for six years and knows our network inside and out. She even helped to design the system for us; she's very smart." "She sounds very knowledgable," Charles plainly stated. "Sherri is. I think you will find that working with her will be a good experience. Why don't you see my personal officer, Cathy White? Go back to the receptionist and give her this. (She hands an envelope to him.) "It's a note from me regarding you as a new employee and your position. You can negotiate the other terms of your employment with Cathy. I will let Sherri know that she will take you to lunch afterwards. After lunch she will show you around the office and get you settled." Suddenly she became serious, "Charles?" "Yes, Ms. Hilliard?" he responded. Speaking as if she were reprimanding him in some way, "What just happened, didn't happen, understand?" "Yes, of course. Understood," he answered meekly, but in a serious tone. ******* After meeting with Cathy in personal and getting the terms of employment to his liking, Charles was introduced to Sherri. Sherri Gimble was a brunette and stood about 5'3". Like Ms. Hilliard her shoe of choice was a stiletto and it lifted her up about a half foot. (Sherri was wearing her red ones today.) Also like his new boss, Sherri had quite the set of tits. Charles figured them to be DD's. Sherri was quite attractive. Her almond shaped eyes punctuated her face and framed her crystal gray eyes. Her lips were wide and thick. Her skin color was very tan and gave her the look of someone whose background was from Latin America. It was LA, where Latinos and Mexicans are a dime a dozen. She wore a tight sparkling sweater, which only further accentuated her breast size. Even more it made no secret of its shape. Sherri wore a black miniskirt. Her legs were bare, no stockings and they were perfect in every way. She spoke softly and taking in the whole package was enough to give Charles half a hard-on. After sizing her up, Charles figured Sherri to be about thirty years old. They got all the awkward introductions out of the way and then she took him down to the cafeteria. He noticed her getting a salad. He picked up something more substantial, a chicken cutlet grinder with lettuce, tomato, and mayo. She picked a water; he picked a cola and some chips. Charles got to ask some questions about working for Ms. Hilliard and about Venus Publishing. Sherri told him all he needed to know at this point. Her answers were satisfactory. He was too embarrassed to ask about why he the only man there and why all the women have big tits. After eating out his new boss this morning he figured that his new employer was not the typical office. Again, he had to rationalize his thoughts and chalked it up to the fact that he was not in western Pennsylvania anymore. Los Angeles is a far cry from home. "Do you have a place to stay?" Sherri asked. "Well, I'm at the Radisson. Venus will put me up there for a week, but then I have to find a place of my own," he answered. "Oh that's not much time," she said with some resignation. Sheri continued, "Cathy could have done a little better for you." She paused, a lightbulb going on over her head, "Why don't you stay at my place?" "You hardly even know me Sherri," he answered. "Oh thats okay. I have had other roommates before. It will help with the rent. I can pay it with my salary, but paying half the rent does leave room for me to do other things with my money." Charles thought about it as it made sense to him. "You're sure you don't mind?" She answered gleefully, "Not at all. Don't be silly. Look, I think I'm a pretty good judge of people and in your case Charles you seem, well, not so threatening. I feel like I could trust you." He answered rather bashfully, "Aw, that's so nice of you to say." It didn't take long for Charles to settle in with Sherri. He only had the one suitcase and his knapsack. Luckily, her apartment was a two- bedroom and had everything that he could want out of an apartment. Sherri had furnished it with many throw rugs and pillows. Textiles hung from the walls in the living room. The kitchen was just enough for two single people. A small dining room was in between the living room and the kitchen. As for as bedrooms go, her bedroom was purple and his was pink. They were fully furnished. His bedroom looked as though the character Strawberry Shortcake had lived there. The room had a four-poster bed in it and was very comfortable. There were countless ruffles on the bed and the window treatments. Charles was in no position to complain about the decor. "I'm sorry about all the pink. When I have a roommate, it's usually another girl," Sherri said apologetically. "It's all right. Really, I'll get used to it," he said in a reassuring voice. Later that evening, after some television and a small snack made from grapes and cherries, Sherri decided it was time for them to both go to bed. "Work tomorrow, you want to be sharp." That seemed fine with Charles so he acquiesced and got ready for bed. Moments later Sherri came into what was his bedroom in a peach baby-doll and four-inch Maribou slippers. The baby-doll was an attention getter and accentuated her huge tits. His jaw dropped and he was speechless. Sherri had had two cups in her hands. One had large white pill and the other three ounces of water. "What's this?" he asked inquisitively. "It's your vitamin. Take it," she insisted. "But I don't need a -" She cut him off in mid-sentence, "Look, you live with me and you work under me. Your new with Venus Publishing and are partly my responsibility. I want to make sure that you keep up your strength." "Sherri, I'm strong enough -" She placed her index and middle fingers over his lip to shut him up. "I know I'm not your boss outside of work, but you will see how hard your going to work this week." She paused and stood there grasping for the right words to explain further, "Haven't you ever needed an edge?" "Yeah, I suppose," he said. Charles thought about some of the long endurance rides he took on his bike when he went 50 to 100 miles a day for a week. Having an edge does make sense and it might be a more natural substitute to coffee. Sherri sensed his agreeing to her and took his hand and placed the cup with the vitamin in it. He took the cup, threw back his head and swallowed the pill chasing it with the water. Happy with getting him to take the vitamin she gave him a double slap on his cheek and smiled, "Good night Charles." She turned around and Charles watched her sashay out of his room. He stared at her overexposed ass that was framed by matching peach colored bikini underwear. What a way to end a day that started out with giving head to his new boss. Charles went to bed that night set to embark on a new job, a new career, and a whole new life. What he did not realize was that in the upcoming weeks his life would be forever changed and there would be no turning back. ******* Charles didn't know anybody else in the office. He still was in that phase of putting names with faces. It was quite a difficult task too with so many coworkers being women. There were no Doug, no Jim, no Robert to remember as far as names. No, here at Venus Publishing, there was Michelle, and Kitty, a Kathy, and no less than three women named Brianna. He figured in due time he would get around to knowing the names of his coworkers. After just three weeks, Charles settled into his job nicely. Sherri was demanding of him, but she had warned him that that would be the case. She found him to be very compliant on the job and equally so in the apartment. Incrementally, she would push him a little more to do things that she wanted him to do. Charles settled into something else. Ms. Hilliard's pussy was becoming part of his weekly routine. On Tuesday and Thursday's he would be summoned in her office. She sat down and asked him to take a seat. Then she would motion to him to get on the floor and go under the desk. He would be greeted by those two fantastic legs. Charles noticed that she would be wet before his tongue even touched her pussy. He guessed that she must have been excited by his arrival knowing that she would be eaten out that day. When she was done with him, he was asked to leave. For Ms. Hilliard, she too found Charles to be very compliant. A trait that she knew would be helpful in carrying out her plans for him. ******* "Come on, we can finish with those servers after lunch," directed Sherri one day. "Lets go to lunch." Charles went to lunch with Sherri everyday. Sometimes they dined in the cafeteria while other times they would go elsewhere. Whenever they luncheoned outside of their office building it would be at a restaurant that had healthy choices. He never went to a McDonald's or a Burger King with her. "I think we'll go to the cafeteria today," Sherri asserted. Charles really he knew that the decision was already made for him and he never quibbled about it. "Sure, that's fine." As they picked up the metal trays and got on the 'chow' line Sherri noticed that Charles reached for a cheeseburger. She place her hand on his lower arm and purposefully looked at him, "Maybe you don't want to have that." "Why not?" he asked in defensive tone. "Well, because I think you need to watch your weight," she noted. He got a hearty laugh out of her answer, "Me?? Watch my weight?" Sherri was not amused. "Yes, you! Everyone else controls their weight in our office. Can't you see that?" With some empathy she said, "Look, I like you and wouldn't want any of those other bitches in our office to start talking about you." Charles could see the genuine concern in her face and thought it was sweet that she was being so protective of him. "Well, I suppose when you put it that way." He put the cheeseburger down and picked up a vegetable salad platter. Sherri smiled and shook her head in approval, "That's a much better choice, Charles." As they sat down to eat Sherri started the conversation again, "You may want to start exercising again. You can join the gym that I go to. It's just a few blocks from here." In an agreeable tone he answered, "That sounds like a good idea. I'm not out of shape yet, but some weights and some running would keep me in shape." "You might want to consider staying off the weights," Sherri said in that tone she used at work, directing him rather than asking him. He saw that face again, "So you think the weights will bulk me up to much?" "Yes, of course. Isn't that obvious?" Sherri asked. "I guess it's becoming more obvious in this conversation," he answered dullfully. "Wait until you go to some company parties. Wait until you go to the mansion," she said in a sarcastic manner." Now he pulled at her arm for her attention as she placed a forkful of greens in her mouth, "Mansion? What mansion? "You didn't know about the mansion?" she said this as if she were holding back a big secret. "No. No I don't," he answered inquisitively. "Ms. Hilliard's home in Beverly Hills. She throws parties there from time to time. You never know who will show up," she said. "Lady GaGa?!?" "Sometimes." "Wow. I had no idea," he said cluelessly. "Now how are you going to look at those parties. A big beefy muscle guy or a handsome, svelte young man? Who do you think Lady Ga Ga is going to talk to? Charles got the picture and imagined himself in conversation with Lady Ga Ga. ******* It was time to go to bed and there was another routine at Sherri's apartment. She loved wearing her teddy's to bed and serving Charles 'his vitamin' every night before he went to bed. Here too he was very compliant. He took it without any fuss. She added one thing to her repertoire. After his vitamin, she made sure he was tucked in his bed. Once he was in the canopy bed, she would pull up the pink flowery bedspread and duvet then tuck him in for the night. Eventually, she would follow it with, "Nighty, night" and then blow him a kiss when she turned off the light. He thought this behavior was odd, but it made him think about his stepmother, Martha. Charles decided that it was harmless enough so he did not to complain; he also did not want to upset their professional relationship at work. ******* "How are things coming along?" Ms. Hilliard asked. "Fine, fine. He's been taking his hormone pill every night," Sherri answered nervously. "I have been able to change his diet and he works out at least three times a week." "Do you have him on a typical program? Ms. Hilliard asked. "Yes, I got him to do go to some classes with me at the gym. Aerobics, step class, and spinning. He's even learning yoga," she answered. "And his weight?" Ms. Hilliard asked. "Charles is down to 149 pounds Ms. Hilliard," she answered as if to underscore an accomplishment. Ms. Hilliard continued with her line of questioning, "Any other physical changes? "Well, his skin is softening. I have him using my lotions and he only shaves his face once every three days," Sherri answered. "Mentally, how is he coming along?" Ms. Hilliard asked. "He's definitely more willing to do things that I ask of him, not like Paul." "Yes, we had lots of problems with Paul I do remember," Ms. Hilliard recalled. "What happened to Paul?" Sherri asked. "Unfortunately, he had to be sold to the Somalian slave trade,"Ms. Hilliard said in a matter-of-fact way as if to say, "What's done is done." "Do you know of his whereabouts?" "Paulette as I understand was sold to a very rich man from South Africa. She has finally accepted her new life, but it took much training to make her an acceptable sissy-slave for her master." Ms. Hilliard paused to think, "Now where were we? I think it's time for Phase 2. I want you to increase Charles' dosage to two pills. Your also going to give him an injection in the morning twice a week. Tell him its a B12 shot. Tell him that the energy boost will be good for him. You can pick it up at Smith's Pharmacy around the corner as the prescription is already taken care of." She continued in a tone as though she were picking on Sherri as if she were her daughter-in-law, "I want you to have him cut back on any snacking he is doing and be vigilant with him on this one. You need to cut back on big meals and have him fast once and a while." Ms. Hilliard continued, "Make up some fabrication. Tell Charles that one of the girls in the office likes him. Explain to him that the girl is bisexual. Tell Charles that this girl prefers women over men. At that point tell him that this girl has been imagining him as a woman. That should be enough to tip the scale and persuade him to have a makeover. You could ease him into it." With glee in Sherri's voice, "It's a wonderful ruse Ms. Hilliard." Then she paused. "Is there really a girl?" "Maybe. If there needs to be I will let you pick the lucky girl. It could even be you my dear." Sherri smiled and nodded and knew what she had to do. "Now Sherri, I want to see you back in my office in about a month. I expect some significant changes in Charles," Ms. Hilliard demanded of the young lady who was picked to feminize the new hire. "I would like to get him into surgery sometime in October. If all goes well, I expect him to go to my mansion by December. An unveiling of Candi at my Christmas party will be timely as our publications will be ripe for a new model." Ms. Hilliard paused for a moment and looked at her with contempt, "Your excused my dear. Please leave and get back to work." "Yes, Ms. Hilliard." To Be Continued.....