The Incentive Two free porn video

The Incentive 2 Belladonna I did not quite know what to expect when corporate called me down to meet with them in early November. I got the call at my desk. Joanna, my secretary, sent it on into me as she had done many times over the years. On the other side of line was Paige Bourque. Paige was in charge of a number of corporate's divisions, and she had ascended to the job in July. I had met Paige a number of times since got the job. We had a cordial relationship, but we never delved into anything other than our work. After exchanging polite salutations, Paige asked, in her raspy voice, for me to come down to the corporate headquarters for a meeting. I was a bit concerned, and I asked what she needed to speak to me about. She advised that she did not want to discuss it over the phone. My stomach sank as I heard those words. I figured that I was being let go. While my division had usually been the most profitable, by a wide margin, we had slipped to third that year. As I hung up with Paige, I figured that, at the very least, I was going to be read the riot act by this woman. I thought about the meeting I was going to have with her virtually every hour I was awake as I waited for the week to pass before I made my way to the corporate headquarters, which was a good five hours away by car. That trip was one of the most nerve wracking I've experienced. I found my mind wandering as I drove as I spaced out more times than I care to recall. I had this sense of impending doom that I could not shake the entire trip. I arrived at the headquarters a good half an hour early for our meeting. I walked in and said hello to the few faces I recognized before I sat down in the waiting area to wait for Paige to come out and see me. I felt I was sitting on pins as I suffered through each agonizing minute. Paige finally came out to greet me about an hour after our meeting was supposed to have started. I stood up to say hello to her as I looked her over. She looked the same as she always did when we met with her long brown hair framing her thin face. Paige is a few years older than me, but she does not look it. She looks at least ten years younger than her forty-two years, at least that's my opinion. It may just be the youthful luster to her heavily highlighter hair, the way she keeps her body fit and toned or the professional yet seductive way she dresses. I longed to wear an outfit that was not unlike the one she was wearing that morning. I wished I could put on her form hugging, turquoise blue, above the knee, scoop neck dress and the matching jacket over my black tights and pumps, but I knew enjoying that fantasy was the closest I would get to actually wearing those clothes that workday. Paige apologized with a smile for the delay as she shook my hand and greeted me. I said that the wait was no bother even though it had served to make me sweat out the inevitable even further. Paige nodded as she looked down at me from the perch of her stiletto heels. While she is two inches shorter than me, her four inch heels made her seem a little larger than me. I followed Paige through a door and down a hallway that led to her office. She closed the door behind her before she sat down at her desk across from the guest chair that I was seated in. Paige smiled as she told me, "I wanted to tell you that I've been speaking with Stanley Gadsby from your office." I was not sure how to take that so I replied simply, "Okay." Paige recognized the befuddled tone of my response to her statement that she had speaking to one of my salesmen without my knowledge. She grinned as she continued, "I've been interviewing him for Adam Leetch's position." "Oh, that's good. He'd be a good fit," I replied after a brief period of silence. I had no real issues with a Stanley. He was a year younger than me and was a more than adequate salesman. I began to realize why his sales were down recently though as he must have been prepping for his interviews with Paige. I knew Adam as well. He was another one of the division heads and was heading towards retirement. I know he had been talking about it for years, but I realized that he had finally decided to call it a day. Paige then continued, "Adam is retiring as of March 1st, so we want to make sure that Stanley is ready to take the reigns from him." "Oh, you've already decided to hire him," I replied, surprised that I was not consulted about my own employee they were seeking to promote. "Yes, we've been very impressed with his organizational skills. He also came out of a great business school." I nodded knowing that everything that Paige said was true to a point. I was not that impressed with Stanley's education though. Even though he had come out of a better school than me, he was not half the salesman I was when I was in his position nor had he ever struck me as exceptionally well organized. I smiled in response to Paige's statement though and responded, "I'm happy for Stanley. He's a good guy, and I'm sure he'll do a fine job for you." Paige nodded as she responded, "I'm glad, but I want to speak to you about something." My stomach suddenly felt knotted as I responded, "Okay, sure." "I want you to train him." I felt an immediate sense of relief as I heard Paige's words. I responded with unguarded exuberance, "Sure, whatever I can do to help." "That's the can do attitude I like to hear from my managers," Paige replied with a grin. "Well, what do you want me to do for him?" I asked with a smile. "We want you to let him shadow you for the rest of the month and December. Then in February, he's going to run the division with Adam so he can get a feel for his new subordinates." "Sounds like a plan." "There's just one more thing though," Paige then said. "What?" I asked. "Well, we want him to run your division for a month too." "What would I be doing then?" "You'd be giving him advice, and, if you really think he's screwing up, you can come speak with me." "I guess that wouldn't be that bad, but it's kind of a tough spot for me. What am I going to do, just be his advisor for a month?" "Basically." "What if I can't get you on the phone before he makes some dumb decision that messes up my division?" I asked restraining myself from using the coarser language I wanted to use as I thought about what kind of damage Stanley could do to my office in a month. "Oh, don't worry about that. I've decided to take a more hands on approach with my new managers. I'm going to be setting up shop in your office in January." "Where are you going to work?" I asked instinctively wondering who she was planning to put out to make room for herself. "You've got that small second conference room. That's going to be my office. It's a little bigger than yours so I think it'll get the point across to everyone what my role is there," she said before she gave me a wink. I looked at her vacantly. I was actually turned on by her wink. No boss had ever winked at me. I was kind of shocked by it as well her whole plan. "I suppose it won't be too bad then," I replied. "No, it'll be great, Pearl," she responded with a grin. I looked at her strangely, unsure if I had misheard her. I responded as if I did, "I guess if you're there, I can keep him from making a mess of my office." "Well, that'll be my job, not yours." "Sure," I replied, already uncomfortable with an arrangement that had yet to begin. "I'm glad you're so open-minded, Pearl, because there's something else I have to discuss with you." I nodded in response, sure that I had heard her right the second time. She had called me Pearl like everyone in the office did for that one day almost a year earlier. I still got occasional jokes about it from the staff, but I did not know that it had gone up the corporate chain. Paige continued, "Your division's sales are down a bit this year. Would you like to explain the situation?" "The economy's still sluggish. When it picks back up..." "Well, what are you going to do in the mean time?" "I can try to motivate the workers a little more..." "Oh, what kind of year end incentive do you have planned this year?" Paige asked with a smile. "I hadn't really thought about that yet." "Why not, I hear last year's was a big success?" Paige replied. I stared grimly at her beaming face. After a few second of silence, I replied, "Last year's was a..." "Stroke of genius," she interjected, characterizing the prior year's incentive far differently than I was about to. "If you say so," I replied with a nervous grin. "It certainly was. I mean, just look at these pictures." My jaw dropped as she turned her computer screen and cycled through the four pictures she had of me, including the one that had been taken of me sitting at Joanna's desk. "You looked so darling in that tight red sweater and those pretty white tights. There so girly girl," Paige said in a chipper voice as she described one photograph of me. "It was a one time thing," I stammered. "Sure, I'm so sure," Paige replied with a grin before she continued, "And those red shoes. They're so cute with those gorgeous little, delicate flowers on the vamp." I crossed my legs nervously and found that the foot resting in the air was shaking. I clasped it with both hands as I tried to appear calm. "And that sash was really a nice touch," Paige added. "My sister thought it was cute," I lied. "Your sister?" "Yes, she's dressed me up before," I answered truthfully, but not in the context in which I said it. "Well, your sister has great taste, and you're such a great doll for letting her make you over," she replied in a cheerful tone. I nodded as I waited with bated breath for the other shoe to drop. Paige broke the silence by asking, "So how are we going to top this?" I felt relieved that she did not seem angry about the incentive from the prior year. I took a deep breath as I shrugged and said, "I don't know." "I've got an idea," Paige said as she leaned back in her chair and clasped her hands together. "Shoot," I replied after a nervous pause. Paige nodded as she leaned forward and declared, "I think you should do it again." "I don't think it would work again," I responded in haste. "Well, I'm sure you're right. You'd have to take it up a notch. Why promise to work a day in heels, when you could be coming in skirts all of January." I stared blankly at her as my member started to stir as I processed the idea of spending a month in the office in nylons, skirts and dresses. It would be heaven to me, but that, however, was not something I was particularly willing to do. "I think that'd be a bit much," I replied truthfully. "Oh, don't be silly. You're not going to be the boss for the month; I think it would be good for your workers to divorce Earl their boss from their temporary boss's assistant. "Assistant?" I replied in a high shriek. "Sure, you're going to be assisting Stanley as he runs the office for the month, all under my watchful eye of course." "I can't be his assistant," I replied. "Well, you certainly can be his secretary. At least, that's what I can tell from these pictures. If you feel better calling yourself a secretary than his assistant, I understand," Paige responded with a smirk. "Did Stanley give you those pictures," I responded, trying to veer the subject away from her obvious insinuations that I enjoyed the idea of being a skirted secretary. "No, they were posted on one of your employees Facebook pages I came across them when I was prepping to meet with your office for the first time." "But you didn't say anything..." "I didn't see any reason to," Paige interjected. "Was the incentive noted..." "She didn't indicate anything about that. I brought the pictures to Stanley's attention and he filled me in on the details. I really have to say that you found a good way of making good use of it." "Good use of what?" Paige smirked as she shook her head, letting me know that I was not fooling her into believing that my dressing up was a one time thing. I sunk down in my seat as she continued, "So we're agreed. Earl, wow, what a month it will be together." I nodded as I thought about what a bad idea I thought her plan was. I didn't have much time to object as Paige rushed me out of her office as she said that she had another meeting to attend. We said goodbye, and I drove back home, dazed by what had happened. I tried to think of a way out of it, but by the time I got to the office Stanley walked over and told me that Paige had informed him that I had agreed to her plan. I shuddered before I nodded and said I had. I walked into my office for a moment and took out a bottle of gin that I hid in a cabinet in my office for "special occasions." I poured myself a small glass and drank it fast. I did a little work at my desk as I steeled myself to inform my staff about the incentive I had agreed to and Stanley's promotion. After a few deep breaths, I forced myself out of my chair and through my office door. I called for everyone's attention and advised that Stanley had been promoted and would be trained by me for the remainder of the year. The staff politely clapped and congratulated Stanley before I told them that corporate had found out about the incentive from the year before. My staff largely went silent; I could see some of them smiling, while others were concerned. I looked at the women to try to figure out who posted the pictures based on their expressions, but a few of them looked concerned, which threw me. I told them that corporate had decided that Stanley would be taking the month of January to get his feet wet by being the boss in the office, under Paige's observation, and that I would be his advisor. Then I told them about the incentive. I heard howls of laughter as I advised them of the incentive that corporate had forced upon me. Joanna smirked in response and said, "So when you said Advisor to Stanley, you really meant his secretary." The group laughed before Dawn countered, "Please, Joanna, we're personal assistants." The comment prompted further laughter at my expense. I felt my member surging at the prospect of actually going through with it, but I had to admit that I kind of hoped that this incentive would fail to get us to our year end goal. I retreated to my office to curse myself for what I had done. I figured that I had just disagreed forcefully enough with Paige, I would have avoided a full month in skirts. Part of me had to admit that I was looking forward to it, even as the businessman in me saw it as potentially undermining my position with my subordinates going forward. I tried to put it out of my mind and focused on running the office and training Stanley the next two months. I never really mentioned the incentive to anyone in the office; although a few of my salespeople made joking remarks that they were getting closer to the goal. I took their comments in stride and tried to forget about them as I continued to work. The only person outside of the office I disclosed the incentive to was my sister, Virginia, when we met up for Thanksgiving at her house. Virginia found the whole thing quite amusing, and we reminisced about the many times she dressed me up in our youth. It was nice to see Virginia smiling. It had been a long time since I saw her as happy as she was that Thanksgiving even though it was a hard one for her. Virginia had recently finalized her divorce after a separation that lasted a few years. They had shared custody of their kids, but her ex got them for the first Thanksgiving after the divorce, which had depressed her to some extent. I was glad that my little predicament seemed to bring her a little joy. By the time Christmas rolled around, the quota had been met. I was hardly surprised by it, but once it was met, the teasing started in earnest. Everyone knew that I was going to be, at best, Stanley's glorified secretary for a month as I tottered around the office in heels and skirts. It was going to be a humiliating month for me, but I could not deny that I was looking forward to it. I broke the news to my sister in private on Christmas. She squealed, but not loud enough to let my nephews or cousins hear it. She seemed as excited as when she used to treat me as her life-size Barbie doll when we were young. I enjoyed her delight in my situation again, but I did not think much of it until I heard a knock on my door on New Year's Day. I got up and walked towards the door. I looked out the window and saw Virginia standing on my porch. I had not invited her, nor had she called me ahead of time. I opened the door and greeted her and she walked in carrying a shopping bag. "What's that for?" "It's a gift for my little sister," Virginia replied with a smile. "You didn't have to do that," I replied. "I know that's why it's called a gift, not an obligation." "What's it for?" "It's some work clothes for you big month." "I've got clothes." "I know that," she interjected, "but I think this will supplement your wardrobe nicely." I shrugged and thanked her and said, "Can I see them?" Virginia laughed as she nodded and reached into the bag and took out the skirt suit she had picked out for me. I smiled as I saw the beige, crepe skirt suit emerging from the bag. Virginia held up the jacket first. The Jacket had a stand collar with a Queen Anne neckline, a bustier bodice with three button front, and long sleeves with folded details along the cuffs. I was impressed with my sister's selection, but I was not surprised. She always struck me as a fashionable woman. While her ex-husband belittled her for her fashionista ways, I adored her for it. I loved her taste in clothes and my own selections were immeasurably influenced by my sister. Virginia then pulled out the matching skirt of the suit. It was high waist skirt that was fitted across the hips and fell in a-line style. The hem was layered with a front vent detail. I gushed over the suit and thanked her before Virginia said, "Don't thank me just yet. Wait until you see the other suit I got you." I nodded and watched as she pulled out the skirt suit and the blouse she had purchased to go along with it. I loved the suede trimmed, long sleeved riding jacket that I took in my hands. The jacket had a three button front and notched collar with a doubled right lapel. I then reached for the blouse she bought me. It was a grey almond, stretch satin blouse with crisscross neckline buttons and scrunched half sleeves. My attention was then drawn to the pencil skirt of the suit. It had a latte check pattern design that I could not disguise that I liked. "How do you like it?" Virginia asked, as if my delighted expression wasn't already making that clear. "I love it," I said with a grin. "Really?" "Yes, I've got just the pumps to go along with it too." Virginia started to laugh the second she heard my response before she replied, "Wow, not too many girls can get that reaction from their brother when they buy them a skirt." I shook my head at her and said, "You should know by now, sis, I'm extraordinary." Virginia rolled her eyes as she said, "I know and I can't wait to see how they look on you." "Neither can I," I replied. Virginia then asked, "Well, what are you waiting for then? Try them on to make sure they fit." "Now?" "No time like the present." "I'm not quite dressed for that." "I'll help you get ready," she replied with a smile. I smiled at her and told her that I would be back down in a minute. I went up the stairs with the blouse and put on a bra and breast forms. I then put on a gaffe and pair of black tights before I slipped the satin blouse over my head. I smiled while I looked into the mirror at it relaxed silhouette as it hung over the top of my control top tights that concealed my tucked away member. I then slipped into my silver satin robe and went back down the stairs to talk with my sister. Virginia smiled and shook her head as she saw me walk down the stairs to greet her. She peered down at my tights covered ankles that poked out beneath my robe. While she knew that I cross-dressed, she had not seen me in tights or other feminine finery in years. As Virginia continued to stare at me, I reached back and pulled off the rubber band that was holding up my low ponytail. I shook my head back and forth to make my hair fall down around my shoulders quickly, trying to imitate what I had seen women do in movies and television shows when they tried to use their hair to look seductive. My sister laughed as she knew I was trying to have fun with her. "I think that would work better if you had a little makeup on your face," Virginia said with a smile I could not dispute that so I lead her over to my makeup and asked if she wanted to watch me put it on. She nodded and watched as I put my makeup on in the mirror. She interjected when she thought that my technique could be improved. I followed her advice and had to admit that I thought my makeup looked better than it ever did as I stared back at my face. Virginia nodded as she looked at me and said, "I can't believe that you're my brother." I looked at her strangely and asked, "What's that supposed to mean?" Virginia shook her head with a grin as she replied, "You look like a girl, sis." I smiled and tilted my head towards her before I nodded and started to run my hands through my long blonde hair. Virginia watched me for a few seconds before she asked, "How do you want to wear your hair?" "I'm not sure yet. I was thinking about just going with a mid high ponytail." "That's it," Virginia replied, looking disappointed. "I think you're enjoying this more than me," I replied. Virginia laughed as she responded, "Knowing you, I doubt it, but this does take me back." I smiled back at her as I was happy to hear that. She was enjoying seeing me cross-dressed like when we were young. She liked it then, but she seemed to be enjoying even more that day given that it was providing her with an escape from her normal day to day troubles. I looked my sister over and said, "Now, that I think about it, I do have a curling iron." Virginia's eyes open wide as she exclaimed, "I've got just the style for you!" "What?" "It'll be great. Just trust me." Since I had not seen that kind of exuberance from her in years, I relented and told her to do as she wished. I sat down and let her work the curling iron through my hair in tandem with some of the hair products I had in the house for the weekends I spent as Bethany. Virginia gushed as she did my hair and complimented my hair's health and fullness. I praised her straight, flowing hairstyle in response. I watched Virginia do my hair in the mirror. She explained everything she was doing, and I had to admit that I thought she was doing a great job. By the time she finished, I almost could not believe how good I looked with my curled hair cascading down my head to my shoulders. I thanked her and went to get dressed. We walked out of the bathroom and back into the living room where we left the clothes she bought me. I then took the grey skirt suit into the bathroom and dressed in it. I smiled at my appearance in the mirror before I walked to show the outfit off to my sister. She clapped her hands as I came out and said, "That fits you perfectly." "I know," I said as I pulled at the jacket to further show off its fitted silhouette. "Your legs look great too," Virginia added as my eyes drifted down to the above the knee hem of the skirt. I thanked her for her compliment before I stepped into the bathroom and changed into the other suit. While I did not like it as much as I liked the grey suit, I was still impressed by it. I modeled the outfit for my sister who gave me two thumbs up and said that it fit me well too. She then got up and hugged me and asked, "So what are you wearing for your first week?" "I have a couple of outfits I'm thinking about for the three days," I admitted. "I'd love to see them," she replied. I nodded and led her into my room. I opened up the closet I kept for my feminine alter ego that I referred to as Bethany, but everyone in the office had taken to calling Pearl. My sister almost did a double take as she saw the extent of my feminine wardrobe. "I see Bethany treats herself well," Virginia replied with a smile as she shook her head. "Yes she does," I replied. "So what do you plan on wearing?" Virginia asked. "Well, there's only so many outfits in there that I can wear to the office, Monday through Thursday. With casual Friday, it all will basically do, but the other four days I'm restricted to this," I said as I pointed to the right side of the closet containing my skirt suits and day dresses. "Okay, but what about that one," Virginia asked as she pointed to a sleeveless dress off to the left in my closet. I shook my head as I replied, "I don't want to give away that I shave my armpits, so that takes away the sleeveless look." "Sleeveless isn't really professional either," Virginia noted in response as she nodded. I nodded back before I pulled out the skirt suit I was planning to wear for my first day. My sister said that she thought it looked it good before I showed her the shoes I was going to wear with it as well as the jewelry I was going to accessorize it with. "Do you think you might be going a little overboard?" Virginia replied. "A girl's got to accessorize," I retorted, before flashing a smile to her. "You are my sister," Virginia responded with a smile. "I wish," I replied without thinking. Virginia fell silent as she processed that response before I showed her the other outfits I had planned for the week. Virginia gave me her opinion of each of the outfits, and she had recommendations for making the outfits better, such as pairing a different set of heels with the skirt suit or dress or including a belt, a sash or a hairclip. I thanked her for help before she left and went home to pick up her kids from her ex-husband. I spent the rest of my night making myself dinner and thinking about the day ahead before I retired to my room for the night. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I woke up the next morning to the sound of my beeping alarm clock. I slammed my palm down upon the snooze button as I did every morning before I rolled out of bed. I turned off my alarm and headed downstairs to make myself a quick breakfast. When I finished eating, I headed back up the stairs and took a shower. As I showered, I was careful to inspect myself to make sure that there was no trace of hair on my legs. After I dried myself off, I carefully shaved the little stubble that had accumulated on my face overnight before I walked into my bedroom to get dressed. I reached into my dresser drawers that I reserved for my female clothes and placed my undergarments on the bed before I started to dress. As I always did, I put my gaffe on first before I sat down on my bed and took hold of my black, opaque tights. I slowly unrolled the tights up legs like I had the day before and countless days before that. No matter how many times I do it though, I still get excited every time I feel that silky feeling climbing my legs as I unroll my tights. I smiled at the gentle hug my control top tights gave my legs, rear and crotch before I reached down and made sure I tucked my member away properly beneath my gaffe and tights. I then walked back towards my dresser to take out my breast forms. I applied the cold adhesive to my smooth chest before I affixed the forms and further secured them with a beige bra. I thought about putting on my waist cincher for a moment, but I was afraid that others would notice it in the office beneath my blouse, so I decided it was best to leave my thin waist unshaped. The outfit I picked out the day before caught my attention as I peered towards my open closet doors. I sauntered towards it and reached in and took hold of the suit. I slipped my legs through my cobalt blue, pencil skirt together before I pulled up the concealed side zipper of the skirt. I smiled at the appearance of my above the knee skirt covered bottom in the mirror. Although I am a thin wisp of a man, I do have a little fat on my rear, which is where I want it to be. I then walked back over to my closet and took out the cream colored, satin blouse that I was planning to pair with the skirt suit. I pulled the blouse over my head and straightened it out over my false bust before I put on the matching blazer of the skirt suit. After I fastened the three button front, I pulled the shoes and pocketbook I was planning to wear with my outfit out of the closet. I was prepared to explain away the pocketbook the same way I had the year before. I was simply going to claim that I had borrowed it from my sister as well as the other items that I was going to adorn myself with besides my clothing and shoes, which were clearly too big for Virginia. My employees that had met her would never believe that they were hers, but they could believe that she had picked them out for me. I was happy that claim was partially true given that I would be wearing some clothing to work that month that she picked out for me. I put the shoes and purse down on my bed before I walked into the bathroom to do my makeup and my hair. I used the little pointers my sister gave the day before as I styled my hair with the hair curler and did my makeup. Once I finished, I walked back into my bedroom, put on my shoes and stood before the full length mirror in my bedroom. I gave myself a lusty look as I found myself overcome with the same shameful attraction I usually had for my feminized self. I shook my head before I turned towards my closet and took out the sole female overcoat I had to put on over my skirt suit jacket. It was a mid- length, black, wool coat with a belted waist. I liked the coat, but I had never worn it outside so I wondered how warm it would actually be once I stepped outside that the bitter January morning. I buttoned the coat up and headed down the stairs in small, angled steps. I headed for the garage and took hold of the pair of unisex flats I kept near to the door. I placed my heels into my pocketbook as I slipped my feet into the flats and headed into the garage. I got into my car and took a deep breath as I opened the garage door. I slowly pulled my car out the door and looked around to see if any neighbors could see me. While a few could, I had no real option but to drive down the street. I was not that bothered by my neighbors being on the street, however, as none of them really spoke with me anyway. I drove down the street and felt relieved to get out of my neighborhood. Even though I knew that people saw me, I wasn't sure if they would figure out that the woman driving the car was me. I thought that maybe they'd just think I was someone else driving a similar car. I knew, however, that I would be repeating this process over twenty times that month, so I was aware that somebody on the block would probably figure it all out eventually. I was not that concerned, however, as I was prepared to tell them truth about the incentive program at work, even though I was hardly looking forward to doing so. However, I remained pretty certain that no one would even bother to speak to me about it, even if they figured it out. I drove down the highway to work without any issues. I was not as nervous as I was when I drove to work en femme the year before as everyone in the office had already seen me in a skirt and tights before. I pulled into the parking lot and parked my car in the general parking area as Paige was co-opting my reserved space for herself for the month. Although I was not entirely happy with that, I had no choice but to accept it. It also helped to drive home that I was not the boss for the month, which certainly excited me more than a little. After staring out the driver side window for a few minutes, I slipped my feet out of my flats and into my heels before I stepped out of the car. The sound of two of my employees talking reached my ears the second I opened my car door. They were talking about who they thought were going to winning the American Football Conference so I didn't pay them much attention as I started to walk towards the front. A polite gentleman held the door open for me as I approached it. I sped up when I noticed this and took the quickest steps I could manage with my skirt constricted steps. I smiled and thanked the man, and he said that I was welcome without indicating that there was anything odd about me. I smiled as I realized this and walked through the lobby of the building towards the elevators. I got into the elevator by myself as the man who held the door for me entered a first floor office. I took a deep breath as I pushed the button for my floor. My stomach felt fluttery as the elevator ascended and binged for my floor. I took another deep breath as the doors opened and I stepped out. Even though my employees had seen me en femme before, I started to worry about doing it for a whole month again as I reached for the door handle. I pushed my way through the door and saw Pam Robinson, the office's receptionist looking up a phone number on her computer. Pam turned to face me as I walked in. A smile came across her face. "Pearl, you look lovely," she said with a giggle. I thanked Pam and walked past her, not wanting to spend that much time going over my appearance again with my employees as I did the year before. I walked through the office, which was largely empty, as I headed for my office. On my way to the office, I saw that Paige was already in the small conference, setting up her temporary office. I walked in and said hello to her and her personal secretary, who followed her to our office for the month. She smiled at me as she took in my feminized appearance. Paige looked me over from head to toe before she said, "Wow, you turned out even better than last year. "Thanks," I replied nervously. "You're even more believable in person," she then added. I thanked her again and told that I would be in my office if she had any questions or needed to speak with me. She stopped me before I walked out of her office and asked me to take a seat on the chair that her assistant, Peg, had just brought into the room. Her request surprised me, but I could not say no since she was my boss. I sat down on the chair, and she called in Stanley to speak with the two us. Stanley said hello to me. He made a quick joke about my appearance before he stood next to Paige as she sat down and Peg closed the door to the office behind her as she stepped out of the office. Stanley leaned against Paige's desk as she informed me that my office was going to be Stanley's for the month. I was a bit startled by her statement, but I thought that it made some sense. If Stanley was going to be the boss for the month, he should have the office. After I came to terms with the situation, I asked where I was going to work. Paige leaned back as she told me that she was having a desk put next to Joanna's. As I was going to be Stanley's junior personal secretary for the month, she said that that was the only logical place for my desk to be located. I gave her dumbfounded look as I processed the information. After a little thought, it did make sense to me given the shift in our roles for the month. I nodded to her and said, "Okay. That makes sense." "Good. Now, we need to talk about your name," Paige then added. "What about it?" I asked. "While I think you're perfectly passable, and I doubt people would put two and two together, I think the name Pearl is a potential give away." "I'm with you there," Stanley chimed in. I nodded in agreement before Paige continued, "So, we're going to have to give you a new name to use around here. Do you have any ideas?" I wanted to tell her the name that I used to refer to myself as. Even though I was sure that Paige knew that I was a cross-dresser, however, I was unsure if Stanley knew, so I replied, "I haven't given that much thought." "You can't even think of your own name. Stanley, you've really got yourself a ditzy secretary here," Paige countered prompting Stanley to laugh. I blushed and rolled my eyes trying to hide the excitement I felt as I thought about her words. After their laughter ceased, Paige said, "I was thinking that maybe we should name you Ida." "Ida?" I repeated. "Yes, because I'll be keeping my eye on you," Paige replied, nodding. 'You and everyone in this office', I thought to myself before I shrugged and said, "I don't have any problem with that name." "Neither do I," Stanley replied. "Good, then it's settled. Now, Ida, are you ready to meet everyone?" Paige asked with raised eyebrows and her trademark grin. "Sure," I replied as I pulled at my sleeve. I was hardly anything, but sure, but that was how I was supposed to answer, so I did. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I got up and followed Paige and Stanley out the door. Paige called for everyone's attention and announced that, for the month, everyone in the office was required to call me Ida and that I would be working beside Joanna as Stanley's junior personal secretary. I heard the snickering and flat out laughs that some of my employees let out in response to Paige's proclamation. Others had bemused looks on their faces, but they quickly turned to smirks and laughs as well. I really could not blame them though. If you're told that your male boss is going to be spending a month as a junior secretary, with all the lack of power and prestige to go a long with it, I can certainly see how the situation would amuse you. It didn't quite amuse me though. With the announcement made, Paige asked, "Does anyone have any questions?" Thomas, a salesman and one of the oldest people in the office, inquired, "Is this a joke?" "No," Paige replied abruptly to discourage anyone else from casting doubt on her decision. The jovial feeling in the room diminished after that. The room fell silent for a few minutes. I could see the tension on my employees' faces that was partially caused by the fact that we were carrying out my role shift in addition to my cross-dressing. I knew that it was all horribly out of place in a business setting, however, Paige had made a decision. It was decision that I probably could have scuttled if I had put up more of a fight, but it was too late by then. "Are there any other questions?" Paige asked. Dawn raised her hand and asked, "If he's a secretary does that mean I'm in charge of him?" Paige looked at Dawn strangely before she looked to Stanley. I heard Stanley mention to her in a whisper that Dawn was the office manager. Paige nodded as she turned back to Dawn and said, "Of course. Ida will have to listen to you just like Joanna here." I saw a smile come across Dawn's face as she heard those words and turned her eyes towards me as laughter returned to the room as everyone realized just what this incentive involved for me. As the laughter subsided, Joanna asked, "If he's the junior personal secretary and I'm the senior personal secretary, does that mean I'm his, I mean, her, of course, boss too?" Paige shook her head with a smile as she said, "It most certainly does." I rolled my eyes before Paige admonished me in a chipper voice, "They'll be none of that. These people earned a good month of you helping out the girls around here and they've earned your best." I shrugged and nodded in response before Paige asked if there were any further questions. Seeing that there were none, she let everyone get back to work. I headed over to the desk next to Joanna that Paige told me had been provided for my use. I spent a few minutes setting up my desk the way I liked it before I sat down. As I did Joanna hung up her phone and asked, "So, Ida, are you ready to wear your heels for a full month?" I blushed as I said, "I guess so." "Well, you certainly look ready. How long did it take your sister to help you get dressed up this morning?" "An hour," I answered as I squirmed in my chair and grew aroused as I felt the friction of my skirt rubbing against my nylon covered legs as I did so. Joanna smiled as she asked, "And she's going to be willing to help you do that everyday this month?" "Well..." "That seems like quite the inconvenience for a girl with two little ones," Joanna continued, cutting me off." "She showed me a few things..." "So you'll be taking it from here?" "Yes." "How do you think that'll end up?" "I did it today, with a little advice from her a long the way," I answered. Joanna stared at me and shook her head before she smiled as she replied, "Well, you did a better job with your makeup that a lot of girls." "Thanks," I replied blushing before I turned my attention to the office's master task list that Stanley had modified to split Joanna's workload between the two of us. As I began to input some information into the system for Stanley, Joanna looked over to me and said, "Ida, I've got to go make some copies for Stanley, so you're going to have to man the phone." "No problem," I replied. I continued working and fielded my first phone call as a secretary a few moments later when Pam transferred over a call for Stanley. I relayed who was on the phone to Stanley. Stanley advised that he did not want to speak with that person at that time so he made me take a message. I took down the man's contact information before I typed the message into an email and sent it to Stanley. I handled a few more calls before Joanna sat back down after giving Stanley his requested copies. Joanna stared at me with a smile as I continued to input some information into the system. "What?" I asked, after staring at the grin on her face for a few moments. "I think I've seen that skirt suit before." "Well, I'm sure other girls have it." "Other girls," Joanna repeated with a snort as she shook her head. I blushed at my subconscious slip into my female alter-ego's mindset. "While I'm sure they do, but not everyone can afford such an expensive suit," Joanna continued. "It wasn't that expensive," I replied. "I'd know a piece by that designer anywhere," Joanna responded, shaking her head with a smile. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat before Joanna replied, "Well, you certainly look very pretty in it." I blushed and thanked her before complimenting her appearance. Joanna shook her head as she responded, "Ida, you always think I look great," before she let out a laugh. I shook my head as I continued to blush before I turned my attention to organizing some of the files on the computer as Stanley requested via an email. Joanna turned back to her own work, and we worked on silence for a while. A little after 11, I got up from my desk and decided to go to the bathroom. As the bathrooms were communal on the floor, I had no option, but to use the ladies room given my manner of dress. I walked into the bathroom and walked past two women touching up their makeup in the mirror. I headed for an empty stall and pulled down my skirt and pantyhose before I sat down the toilet and relieved myself. I felt a little silly peeing sitting down in the ladies room with my pantyhose and skirt at my ankles, but it was something that I knew that I would be doing for the rest of the month, probably multiple times a day. I finished in the stall and made sure that I was tucked away securely before I opened the stall door and walked to the sink. One of my office girls was standing in front of the sink, checking her makeup as I walked towards it with my pocketbook. She gave me an odd look. She was obviously surprised to see me in the ladies' room despite my general appearance. I smiled at her and asked how she was doing. She replied that she was doing fine, but I could see that I was making her uncomfortable by simply being there. I smiled as I took out my makeup and continued to talk to her as I refreshed my lipstick and checked my appearance. She chuckled at my unambiguously feminine actions and seemed to be more at ease before she steeped out of the bathroom. I followed her out a few seconds later and headed back into the office. I was feeling a little tired so I walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. I took hold of the cup I had left to dry on New Years Eve before I left for the night. I made myself a cup of coffee and walked back towards my desk beside Joanna's. I put my cup of coffee down on the desktop before I went to sit. Joanna looked over to me and asked, "What are you doing?" "Trying to get some work done," I replied. "I mean with the coffee." "It's just coffee," I replied matter-of-factly. Joanna shook her head as she responded, "Ida, you got yourself a cup of coffee." "I get myself cups of coffee all the time, unless I'm too busy," I countered. Joanna rolled her eyes as she said, "But you didn't get one for me." "No," I replied in a drawn out low tone. "Well, I'm your boss, dear. You're supposed to ask me if I want one too." "Are you being serious," I replied as I began to feel a little aroused by Joanna's comment. "Dead serious, in fact, I'm telling you go get me a cup of coffee." I stared at her face for a moment. I could tell that she loved telling me to do something. She loved the power she had over me just as much as she loved to tease and make me uncomfortable when I was in my regular capacity as her boss. As I stood in silence, Joanna leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Do I have to get Stanley and Paige out here?" I shook my head and pretended to be subdued as I took her cup from her and headed into the kitchen. As I made Joanna a cup of coffee, Dawn walked into the room. She gave me a sideways glance before she said, "Didn't you just make yourself a cup of coffee?" I nodded as I replied, "Yes, but Joanna asked for one." That was all it took to get Dawn cracking up. I was amazed she did not start rolling on the floor laughing before she calmed down and said, "Oh, you're getting coffee for Miss Coffey." "Yes," I replied blushing. "Oh, good girl. You're getting this down quick," she said before she patted me on the back as I made my way out of the room. I knew she felt my bra strap as she patted me on the back based on the look I caught in her eye as I turned back towards her and saw her about double over laughing at my predicament once again. I blushed as I felt a surge of arousal as a familiar warmth and pushing feeling was felt between my cheeks. I carried Joanna's coffee over to her and placed it down on her desk. "Thanks, Ida," Joanna replied with a smile before I sat back down at my desk. I then took a sip of my cup coffee. I paused as I saw the smudge of my lipstick on the cup. Joanna caught my glance at it and laughed before she focused on her work again. As I continued to work at my desk, Stanley came by and picked my mind once or twice, but, more often than not, he treated me as nothing more than another secretary at his whim. I have to admit his dismissive manner towards me turned me on. He was treating me just like a real boss would treat a secretary in my pumps. Stanley had no reason not to since he knew that he would never be working beneath me again in that office given his promotion. A little after lunch, Joanna noticed that her workload was very light. She turned to me and said, "Ida, I've got the rest of Stanley's work for the day. Why don't you go over to Dawn and ask if the other girls need any help." Although I was not surprised that Joanna did not need my help, after all, she was all the help I needed, I was a bit surprised by her request. I absent mindedly asked her, "You want me to ask them if they need help?" "No, I'm telling you to ask them," Joanna retorted before a smile came across her face. "Well, if you're ordering me to..." "I certainly am, Ida. Now, stop dawdling," Joanna responded in a stern, but playful tone. I laughed a little before I walked over to Dawn and asked her if she needed help. Dawn leaned back in her chair and smirked before she said that she could use my assistance. Dawn told me that they had a backlog of work to do so she wasted no time in putting me to work. Dawn ordered me to file away some documents that Cindy Stevens, one of our saleswomen, had given one of the office girls. I took a bundle of the documents and headed for the filing cabinets. People in the office passed by me with smiles on their faces as they saw me placing documents away in the filing cabinets while I was dressed like any other office girl. The situation amused me and those around me. My employees were all nice to me about it as they walked by, but I could tell that some of them were going out of their way to see me being ordered about by Dawn. After I finished filing the documents away, Dawn thanked me and said, "Go and fax this for me." I stared at her as she made no attempt to ask me to do it nicely. She glared at me as I stared at her with the document and fax cover sheet in my hand before she asked, "Did I stutter?" I shook my head before I noticed a smile creep across her face. I could tell that she enjoyed having power over her boss, even if was only for a month. I took the documents over to the fax machine. I smiled as I felt the straps of my bra pulling on shoulder as I reached over to punch in the numbers. I rubbed the soft fabric of my blouse against my arm as I waited for the fax to go through. I took the moment of peace I had by the fax machine to take in all the feminine feelings that surrounded my body. I loved how everything felt on me. After I walked the document back over to Dawn, she took it from my hand and handed me a stack of papers to copy. I took them without incident to the copying machine. As I continued to stand there as the machine ran off the copies, my feet finally started to bark as I had been on them for over two hours. While I was used to wearing heels for several hours at a time from my many weekends in them, I had never stood on them for such a long, uninterrupted period. I knew that it was my heels that were causing the pain. The pain, however, caused me to become a bit aroused as I thought about how I was going through the same type of discomfort that other girls in my situation went through. Once I finished making the copies, Stanley called me over and had me type up some emails on his behalf. It was a relief to sit back down at my desk to type. I settled back in at my desk and rubbed my smooth, nylon covered legs together and smiled. I loved the feeling that overtook me and made me momentarily forget about the pain in my legs and feet before I started typing the emails for Stanley. After I finished checking my grammar and spelling on each email, I would send it along for Stanley's approval and transmission. I had few difficulties with the work as I often drafted my own emails. As closing time came, I said goodbye to everyone in the office and went on home. I drove through my neighborhood without incident and pulled into my garage. I took of my heels, but left the rest of my feminine clothes on as I made myself dinner and settled in for the night. The next morning, I went through the same morning ritual I went through the day before. I then drove back to work and headed back into the office. I entered with much less fanfare than I had the prior day. My appearance still prompted smiles, but it was largely becoming ordinary quickly. I sat down at my desk and did the work that Joanna gave me before Stanley came over and told us about a lunch meeting he was having with Paige, Thomas, one of our most experienced salesman, and a big prospective client that Thomas was trying to reel in. Joanna and I told them that we would be happy to help in anyway we could. They were happy to hear this so I was reassigned to help Dawn and the office girls set things up for the meeting in the large conference room. As we began setting up the documents that Thomas wanted to utilize in his presentation to the prospective clients, the girls and I complimented each others outfits. I could see that my girlish exchanges with them were amusing them, but they seemed much more comfortable around me en femme than they were the prior day. As I walked out of the conference room to retrieve something for Dawn, pulling at the ribbed long sleeve of my dress, I heard the office girl I had run into in the bathroom the day before whisper to another office girl, "I told you he was just one of the girls." I heard stifled laughter as I walked out of the room beaming. I was happy they were seeing me as one of the girls for the month. I feared what that would mean when I took the office back over at the start of February, but I was willing to put those worries out of mind to enjoy the moment. After we finished setting up the conference room, I went over to my desk to make notes for the meeting for Stanley and Paige. I pulled at my dress to smooth out the skirt of my two-tone, champagne top/black bottomed turtleneck dress as I took a seat at my desk. I saw Joanna and Dawn talking to each other and laughing as they saw me do what came instinctively to me when I wore a dress or skirt. I did not even blush as I knew what they thought of me. I'm sure they were aware that I was certainly engaging in cross-dressing outside of work. It had become too clear not to notice, but no one brought it up. As the clients arrived, I got to my feet to greet them at Stanley's insistence. I had never met any of them before, and I felt relieved that they did not seem to notice anything strange about me. I smiled as I led them into the conference and set them up with drinks as we waited for Stanley, Paige and Thomas to come down to join them. Once they did, I left the room and went back to my desk to do a little work before the food arrived. Pam called over to Dawn to tell her that it was delivered. That was when Dawn rounded up the office girls and I to bring the food into the conference room. We carried the food into the conference room and placed it down. We served the guests first before we served Stanley, Thomas and Paige as well. Once we finished serving their meals, Paige asked me to stay and take notes for the meeting. I nodded and got a pad and pen from Pam before I sat down at the end of the conference table. I took down the minutes of their meeting as I sat there with my black opaque tights covered legs crossed at the knees. When the meeting finished, I knew that Thomas had secured the account before we all said goodbye to them. I then gave my notes to Paige before I cleaned up the conference room with the office girls. Once we finished, I took my own lunch break by myself before I settled in for a typical afternoon at the office doing the same tasks I had done the day before prior to heading home for the night. The next morning, I woke up and got dressed for work. Given the prior day, I felt that I had little to hide by continuing to wear lower heels so I decided to wear a pair of my three inch heels instead of my two inch pumps. I felt that the black, peep toed pumps were a natural progression and would not attract much attention to me. I headed to work and began working beside Joanna once again. It was not long after Stanley arrived, however, that I was pulled off my work to help the office girls clean the office. While our office cleaning staff vacuumed the office and emptied the wastepaper baskets, they did not dust the office. Each month, I had the office girls do it once. Stanley had decided to do it early in the month, and I found myself among the office girls ordered to do it. I took off the jacket of my skirt suit before I headed for the cleaning supplies with the girls. We each took a dust rag and some cleaner and fanned out across the office. I started with my own desk first before I began to clean around Joanna at her desk. She smiled at me as she did and said, "You do that just like a pro." "Thanks," I replied sarcastically before I knocked on Stanley's door. He peered up at me as I stood before the door to the office that had been mine the prior month and asked if I could enter to tidy up. Stanley laughed as he permitted me to enter. I wiped down all the hard surfaces, feeling my silky clothing moving with my body as I bent and moved around the room. My attempts to lean towards things in the office were limited by the restriction of the skirt on my legs. I found myself becoming aroused by the feelings and hopeful that my member straining in the control top of my tights was not pushing at the rear of my skirt. I then walked out of Stanley's office and continued cleaning around the office. When I entered some of my salespeople's offices, they turned and smiled and shook their heads as I cleaned around them like the office girls had so often done. I worked around them, careful not to get any of the dust or cleaner on my sweater or patterned, above the knee A-line skirt. The girls finished cleaning the rest of the office before they came over to me and asked if I had cleaned Paige's office. I shook my head before they told me that Paige had specifically requested that I do so. I found that to be an odd request, but I decided to just go along with it. I walked over to Paige's office and said hello to Peg before I knocked on Paige's door. Paige smiled as she told me to enter. I cleaned her office, noticing that her eyes very rarely left me as I did so. Once I finished and turned to head for the door, Paige asked me to take a seat. I complied with her request. I sat across from her with my grey cable knit sweater tights covered knees together as she said, "You seem to be handling yourself well this week." "As good as could be expected, I suppose," I replied. "A lot better than most men if you put them in a pair of heels," Paige replied with a smile as she leaned back in her seat. I nodded as I blushed. Paige smirked at my reaction to her praise of my feminine skills and said, "I'm so impressed that I want to take you out to dinner." "That's really not necessary." "No. I insist. You've been such a good sport about all this. It's the least I could do." "I don't want to be a burden." "It's no burden at all, Ida. I really want to see what kind of clothes you wear on the weekend anyway." "What do you mean?" I inquired. "Well, I'm sure that you don't go around all weekend in a skirt suit, I'm sure you have more casual dresses for everyday wear." I nodded, feeling uncomfortable with what she was insinuating. I asked, "So you want me to join you as Ida." "Of course. If you went out as a man, people might get the wrong idea," she replied. I nodded again. I wanted to get out of spending my Saturday night with her en femme, but I didn't really have the option since she was my boss. Thus, I agreed to meet her Saturday at a restaurant. She gave me the address before I walked out of her office and sat back down at my desk. I spent the rest of my day sorting mail for Stanley, making some travel arrangements for him and scheduling his meetings and personal affairs with Joanna's help and otherwise doing what I had done for the prior two days. I headed home at the end of the workday. I went inside and made myself dinner and thought about the night I was going to spend with Paige. I was sure that it would be nothing more than a dinner, but the more manly part of my mind that was attracted to her could not help but fantasize about it being something more. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I spent my Saturday morning resting around the home before I took to cleaning it from top to bottom during the afternoon to pass the time before I had to get ready for my dinner with Paige. Once the evening came around, I walked into my bathroom and got into the shower. I made sure that my legs were free of hair before I washed my long blonde hair and got out of the shower. I blow dried my hair a little before I took out the curler and began to style my hair as my sister had taught me to do. Once I finished with my hair, I went into my bedroom and dressed in a pair of tights after I put my breast forms and bra on. With my undergarments on, I took hold of the dress in my closet. I placed it on and smoothed it out over my body and pulled the hem down before I checked my appearance in the mirror. I smiled at how every part of me looked besides my face. Even though I had a small narrow nose and light eyebrows, I still felt that I looked wrong with out any makeup on my face while I was en femme. I walked into the bathroom and spent a while putting on my makeup. I made sure to do it perfectly as I always did, but I felt an even greater urgency as I knew that I would be sitting in close quarters with many people who did not know my secret rather than a handful that passed by me at work. Once I finished getting ready, I picked up my pocketbook and headed for the garage. I got into the car and realized that I had not picked up a pair of flats to drive in. I thought about going back into the house to get them, but I was already running late. I decided that it would do me some good to practice driving in heels, so I carefully drove down to the restaurant. It took much more thought to position my feet on the gas and breaks, but I made it to the restaurant safely and pulled up in the parking lot a few rows away from the building. I pulled at my overcoat as a cold wind whipped through the lot and forced a chill through my bones and up the skirt of my dress. I hurried as fast as I could as I reflexively crossed my arms and shuddered from the cold. I walked towards the door and drew it open. I looked around for Paige, but did not see her so I stood by the side of the door to await her arrival. A few minutes later, I saw Paige walking towards the door. I pushed it open as she got near to let her in. She smiled and thanked me before we said hello to each other. I marveled at her appearance as she took off her jacket and started to talk to me. Paige was wearing a formfitting, purple, zigzag patterned, mid thigh length knit dress. The dress was long sleeved, with a ribbed hem, a ballerina neckline and scoop back that I saw as she turned to hang up her jacket. I loved the dress and how it looked it on her. Paige smirked as she my caught lustful look before she gave me a quiet, cheery reprimand for eye-humping my boss's dress. She was certainly, at least, half-right in her assessment. I took off my jacket and hung it up beside hers. Paige complimented my outfit before I turned and praised how her slender legs looked in her black opaque tights and the scalloped ankle strap pumps she had on, which were adorned with a bow on the vamp. Paige listened to my praise and smiled as she slapped my shoulder and said, "You're such a girly-girl." "I guess," I responded as I blushed and shrugged before we made our way over to the hostess. Paige smiled and told her the name our reservation was under. As I began to think about my situation, I felt a little exposed as I stared around the restaurant in a dress. I had never been around that many people en femme who did not know who I really was. I tried to look confidant as I stood next to Paige, who simply radiated confidence about her every moment that I had known her. The hostess told us that our table was ready and told us to follow her. As we walked through the restaurant, I caught a few guys checking us out. I found myself feeling confident. I shot them a flirty look with a coy smile as we walked to our seats. We were then seated before we were given our menus. I'm not fully sure why I responded that way to their leers, but I think I was just happy that I was so believable that men were finding me attractive. While I read through the menu, I could not stop think