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Incentive 3 Belladonna After I spent the next few days working en femme around the office, Paige got a call from her boss, Harvey Bouchard. Harvey told her that he needed us to come down to corporate headquarters the next morning, and he, thereafter, called me directly to specifically instruct me to attend as 'Ida.' I didn't know how corporate had found out about 'Ida.' Paige also looked perplexed about that, but she figured that someone in the office had let it slip out. I was not surprised that corporate found out, but I was certainly unhappy about it. I prepared to meet with Harvey with a feeling of unease. I was about 75 percent sure that I was going to be terminated for being a cross- dresser, but with some pretext reason for the termination. That certainty helped me get through the nervousness I felt about the meeting. It helped put me at ease with the whole thing as I was at peace with what I was sure was going to happen next. I arrived at corporate headquarters the next day around late morning and headed inside in my three inch, high heeled, black patent leather, sling back pumps. It wasn't long after I took a seat in the waiting area on Harvey's floor that Paige emerged from the elevator. Paige looked far more nervous than I was as my eyes focused on her face. I wondered what she knew and was withholding from me. Regardless, I figured that the meeting was going to end with my termination, so I was a bit relaxed. I assumed that nothing I said or did was going to change things so I tried to put up a calm and cool front as I sat there with my black tights covered legs crossed at the knee. Paige noticed how at ease I appeared and gave me a skeptical look. I wasn't sure what it was about, but when we got called into Harvey's office, her position became a bit clearer to me. Harvey's secretary came out and greeted us before she led us into his office. Harvey got up as we approached his door. He shook my hand with a smile on his face as he said, "It's nice to see you, Ida." I smiled as I said, "Likewise." The smile on Harvey's seemed to dissipate the minute he addressed Paige, whom he was much more familiar with than me. At his insistence, Paige and I each took a seat on the guest chairs that were situated in front of Harvey's desk before his secretary closed the door to his office. As the door was pulled shut, Harvey stared at us in silence for a few moments before he told us the obvious, i.e. that he had caught wind of the most recent 'incentive' at my branch. I began to try to explain my position, but Harvey cut me off, saying, "Earl or Ida, which do you prefer actually?" "Ida, when I look like this," I replied honestly. "Okay, Ida. First off, let me just say that we employ a diverse array of people at this company, and we have nothing against your kind." I remember thinking at the time, 'Your kind? Why not just say 'you people?' I reflexively replied, "What do you mean 'your kind'?" Harvey backtracked as he defensively replied, "I'm not trying to offend you, Ida. I was just saying we don't discriminate against the...umm..." "Transgendered?" I said, trying to complete his sentence. Harvey snapped his fingers and said, "Yes, that's the word I'm looking for. Thank you," before he leaned back in his chair. I looked over at Paige and saw her squirming. Harvey must have noticed it too because he began to focus his criticisms on her. Apparently, word that Paige had, sort of, forced me into going along with the incentive had reached him as well. He dressed Paige down for putting me in the situation where I had to "come out." I almost had to laugh at that remark. I didn't feel like I was transgendered, nor had I ever. I was just a simple cross-dresser who was in a situation where things had been taken a little too far. Harvey's sharpest criticisms were reserved for Paige putting me in a secretary's role for the month, even as I was, nominally, training Stanley to take over Adam Leetch's position at another branch. Paige had a hard time defending herself to Harvey on that one. While she struggled, I began to realize that Harvey was far more concerned about the potential impact of the 'incentive' on my effectiveness as the branch manager than the fact that I was showing up to work in pumps, tights and designer women's clothing. Still, I knew that Harvey thought that I was genuinely transgendered. With that thought in mind, I figured that if I interjected that this was all joke, or even intimated that I was not quite planning to go the sexual reassignment route, this meeting was going to turn on me. From Harvey's demeanor towards me, words and his apparent anger at Paige for 'outing' me, I realized that Harvey was afraid that I had potential lawsuit against the company if they fired me. As that realization set in, I became even more relaxed and began to enjoy watching Paige squirm as she withstood Harvey's guarded, but withering attack on her judgment. While this was going on, I saw Paige stealing glances at me as my gaze veered back and forth between the two of them while my hands were cupped over my tights covered right knee. Harvey's mild berating of Paige came to a sudden stop as he told me that I did not have to stick around and could head back to the office. I nodded as I got to my feet. Careful to try to play to his belief, and bolster his belief that I had good claim against the company, I pulled the skirt of my ivory, three- quarter-sleeve, draped tunic dress straight before I took hold of my pocketbook and carried it out his door, parallel to my fake breasts with a limp wrist. I saw the look in Paige's eyes as she could not believe how hyper feminine I was acting around Harvey. Once they could not see my face, a smile emerged from my red painted lips as I headed for the door. Harvey's office door was closed shortly after I exited it. By the time I reached the elevator, I heard the sounds of Harvey's raised voice grilling Paige before I got out of earshot. I drove back to the office and got there towards the end of the workday. I settled in and did a little work before I headed home. The next morning, Paige made her first appearance at the office after our meeting with Harvey. She looked uneasy as she glanced at me before she walked into her office. Shortly after she settled in at her desk, she called me into to see her. She told me to take a seat before she said, "Ida, I think you don't respect me." "Come again?" I asked as I cupped my hands over the black, sheer tights with an overlapping mosaic pattern that covered my knees. "I just feel that you should have more respect for your boss." "I respect you..." I began to lie before Paige cut me off. "No, I think you fear me. I want you to respect me, and that requires speaking to me with respect." "Okay." "Accordingly, for now on, I expect you to call me Ma'am." "Okay," I replied, feeling slightly turned by the turn of events while I pulled at the hem of my pink, high banded waist, peplum, lace, pencil skirt. "Am I understood?" "Yes, Ma'am," I replied while faking a southern accent. My response caused her nostrils to flare a little. She sucked her pink painted lips into her mouth while she looked me over and said, "I think you should call Dawn and Joanna Ma'am too." "Joanna doesn't like that," I replied truthfully as I leaned back in the chair, crossed my arms and sensed the soft fabric of my silk and cotton black pointelle knit pullover on my hands. "I don't care about what she likes. I've put them in charge of you, and I expect you to show them respect." "They're in charge of me. I thought I was training Stanley and just helping them out," I replied, doing my best to fake that I was surprised by this turn of events. "You sort of are, but they're in charge," Paige replied in a stern type as she tried to square away the situation. I nodded and got to my feet. As I walked out of the room, I was fully aware that Paige was attempting to try to get me to quit my job. I resolved at that moment to not let her get the best of me. I decided that I was going to persevere at my job until they let me go. I walked over to Dawn and asked what she needed me to do. She told me to help Cindy Stevens, a saleswoman at the company, draft some correspondence and mail it out. When she finished speaking, I replied simply, "Yes, Ma'am," prompting laughter from Dawn and the other girls within earshot. "Why did you call me that?" Dawn asked. "Paige's orders," I replied truthfully. "Just don't do it to me," Joanna interjected. "I'm sorry I can't do that, Ma'am." "Why not?" "Paige's orders," I replied again. "I don't want you to call me Ma'am. Can't you call me Miss?" Joanna replied as she put her hands on her hips. "No can do, Ma'am," I relied with a grin as Pam and Dawn started to laugh at Joanna's peeved responses to being called Ma'am, which I knew she interpreted as being called old. I walked away from them to go help Cindy with her mailing. I took some notes from Cindy and turned them into a letter that I submitted to her for her review. She made a few comments and corrections to the letter before she had me finalize it for her signature on the company's letterhead. After Cindy signed the paper, I made copies of it and assembled the package she was sending out with the letter for her review. I stood in front of Cindy's desk as she looked over the contents I had placed in the Federal Express envelope that I had prepared for her before she cleared it to be sealed and sent. I nodded as I took it from her hand and peeled off the label and pressed the package closed before I headed out of the office and over to the drop bin to send the package out for delivery. Shortly thereafter, Paige called me over to fax some documents for her. While I was walking out of her office, I looked at the number she had written for me to fax the papers to, and I could not tell what a number of the scribbled numbers were. I walked back over to her and asked, "Ma'am, what does this say?" "It's clear as day? Are you stupid," Paige replied angrily before she slowly read off the scribbled numbers for me to write down myself. I held my tongue and kept myself from yelling at her, or playing dumb, before I walked over to my desk and made the fax cover sheet up and faxed the document out. I then filed the document away and went back to work at my desk doing whatever odds and ends Dawn ordered me to do. Paige spent a lot of time coming out of her office and ordering me around. She was very strict and stern with me, unlike the way she was with the other girls. While she could be tough on them, she was nowhere near as tough with them as she was with me. Knowing what she was trying to get me to do, I knew I had to put up with it. If I quit, I would be in a much worse position to sue for workplace discrimination than if I stayed on and was fired. That realization helped me find the strength to withstand her constant nitpicking and critiquing while I faxed and copied documents, fetched coffee and meals and otherwise existed beneath her the heeled boot she kept on my throat. It was not long after I completed another embarrassingly menial task around the office with a smile plastered on my face that I'm sure I heard Paige mutter, "I can't believe the little queen hasn't quit yet." Within seconds of the words leaving her lips, she called Dawn into her office. I paid little attention to it while I went over to the copier and began to copy some documents while they talked. I was standing not far from Paige's door when it finally opened back up. Dawn saw me as she walked out of Paige's office and hurried over to where I was standing. "Ida, can we speak for a moment?" Dawn asked with some alarm. I gave her a strange look as I nodded and got up. Ida whispered in my ear, "I don't want to do this to you, but I have to, on Paige's orders." "What?" "She wants me to make clear to everyone that you're going to be spending the rest of this month working beneath me." "I think she already made that clear," I replied with a half smile. "It's not only that," Dawn replied as she blushed, "She wants to make clear that you're beneath everyone." "What?" I asked for clarification. "She wants you to be the office girls' assistant." Knowing the office girls were lowest rung in the office, I was not surprised by Paige's decision to cast my lot beneath even theirs. I knew she was trying to get me to quit, so I had to put up with it. As the idea of being beneath them kind of turned me on, I figured that putting up with it would not be that hard to do. I nodded at Dawn and said, "I understand. You have to do what you're ordered to." Dawn breathed a sigh of relief as she said, "Thanks for being understanding. I know that you're having some fun with this, and so are the rest of us, but I didn't want you to think that I was going to be treating you shabbily intentionally." "I know it's not you," I replied trying to put her further at ease. "Good, now, let's get the girls to help set you up." "Set me up?" "Yes, we're moving your desk away from Joanna's and over to the office girls." "Oh, I see," I replied as I nodded, feeling my member growing hard between my legs. "Sorry," Dawn said as she put her head down. I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "You don't have to be." She nodded and got the office girls to help me move my desk and things over to the admin bullpen. I set up my desk before Dawn gave the other girls the news that I would be reporting to the office girls for my duties. The blank stares that met that statement were followed by looks of outright sympathy from the girls. They seemed to be taking pity on me for the first time rather than just seeing as a comic figure of a man being ordered about in a dress. "Paige's a dick," Joanna said as she stood next to Dawn after she made sure none of her bosses were in earshot. Dawn nodded before one of the office girls said, "I don't think this is right." "It's not," Joanna replied. "You don't have a choice," Dawn replied as I nodded along. My nod seemed to put my two new, young bosses, Melanie and Cynthia, at ease. With that, the two of them gave me some of the files they had been working on. There was nothing much to do with the files other than to organize them and create the proper labels for each sub-file. While I waited for further orders, I began to start making labels for the sub files while Melanie and Cynthia helped Dawn do the various tasks she needed done. While we continued to work, Thomas called over to Cynthia's desk and asked her to get him a cup of coffee. As Cynthia got to her feet, Paige walked over and asked her what she was doing. Cynthia responded, "Thomas asked for a cup of coffee..." Paige cut her off before she could finish her sentence to say, "Let me make this clear, girls, in case you didn't hear. Ida alone will be making coffee in this office from now on. If anyone asks, you are to immediately forward the task to her. Am I understood?" The girls nodded in unison before Paige glared at me and asked, "Am I understood?" "Yes, Ma'am," I replied with faked enthusiasm that instantly grated her given the purpose behind her order. With that, I got to my feet with a chipper smile as I rubbed my hands together. Knowing Paige was watching, I practically skipped to the kitchenette. I made the requested cup of coffee and brought it over to Thomas. He gave me a surprised look as he took it from hand and thanked me before he went back to doing his work. I returned to my desk and sat back down with the girls as Pam came over from the reception desk to confirm everything she had gotten wind of. Dawn confirmed it all prompting her to laugh and shake her head, "I hope you sue the bitch," she whispered before she hurried back to her desk to answer the phone. I merely smiled at Pam's words before Melanie asked me to make a cup of coffee for her. I gave her an incredulous look for a second as I stared at her grinning face. Realizing the situation we were both in, I nodded and said of course. I listened to how she wanted to the coffee prepared before I headed into the kitchen. While I prepared the coffee pursuant to her directions, the reality that I was making coffee for an office girl made feel more than a little excited. Once I finished, I carried it over to her and placed it upon her desk. She smiled as she took a sip and said, "That's the best coffee I've ever had." "Why's that?" "Because someone got it for me for a change," Melanie responded while Cynthia laughed before she asked for a cup as well. "You couldn't have asked while I was up?" I inquired as I put my hands on my hips. "Sorry," Cynthia replied with a grin as she put her hands out to her sides. I rolled my eyes and got back on my heels and headed back into the kitchen, feeling turned on by the absent minded direction I was getting from the girls. Once I got Cynthia's cup, I sat back down at my desk and continued to work on organizing files until lunchtime when Paige ordered me to get her lunch. I was not happy about having to go out to get lunch for Paige, but I was not in a position to argue. I got in my car and drove to where she had placed her order and told the staff what order I was there to pickup. Much more at ease with my feminine appearance than I had been before my various public outings, I didn't think much about being in the restaurant en femme. The staff and patrons did not give much attention to me either. When the order was ready, I took it from the staff and headed back to the office. I dropped it off with Paige before I ate with Melanie and Cynthia. While we ate our lunch, the girls made small talk about the various things that were going on in their young lives. It was a bit much for me to hear about, but they were not nearly as demure as the older girls in the office. After lunch, I spent the rest of my day fetching coffee and doing small errands that did not take much skill or attention to detail. The rest of my week largely progressed like that until Paige ordered me to tidy up the office without the help of the girls. I felt a bit foolish doing a second dusting of the office alone while I worked around the company's various employees, most of which were uneasy with me moving around their desks dressed in a sleeveless, magenta, sheath dress and black, leather thigh high boots with a pointed toe and black sheet pantyhose. Thomas made a snide remark as my cleaning was clearly bothering him, despite my explanation to him that Paige had ordered me to do it. After a second snide remark, I asked Thomas, "How do you like my shoes?" "What do I look like?" Thomas asked. "Give me your opinion. Do you think these would hurt if someone kicked you in the balls with them?" I replied with a smile as I pointed at their pointed toes. Thomas stared blankly at me for a second before he rolled his eyes and got back to work while I finished cleaning up in his office. I cleaned around Joanna last as I knew that she would take the most joy out of seeing me in such a reduced position. Joanna smirked and shook her head as I cleaned around her, but she largely held her tongue. As the week came to a close, I figured that Paige had exhausted her mind by trying to find new ways to humiliate me, but she came up with another new idea on how to do so. A little after 11 a.m., she introduced me to Red, a man she called her friend. I realized after a few minutes that this man knew that I was not the woman I was presenting myself as. I put two and two together to realize that she had mentioned this man when we had gone out one Saturday night, and I had responded by informing her that I had no interest in men. Apparently, she figured that bringing Red down to try to seduce me would be the last straw for me. Red leaned over me and told me that I had pretty eyes. I thanked him politely and tried to walk away at that point, but he quickly cornered me near the admin bullpen. The girls started to chuckle as this man began to try to impress me with his credentials. He was a well read businessman with a good job. He was quite a catch, I just didn't want to give him any bait. After listening to his spiel about himself and his, admittedly, overly well received, compliments about my appearance and attire, I said, "You know there are other fish in the sea." "But they don't all have the look and total package of you," Red replied with a wink. At that point, I felt more than a little sick to my stomach. I wanted to get out of there so badly, but no one was coming to my rescue. Red then leaned towards me and whispered a bad joke to me that I caused me to promptly roll my eyes. While Red continued to try to flirt with me, Joanna saw the increasingly uncomfortable look on my face. She shook her head at Paige's grinning face and walked over to us and said, "I don't think that Ida's looking for a relationship right now?" "Who are you her mother hen?" Red asked. "Yes and bu..bu...blocking is my specialty," Joanna replied with a smile. Paige shook her head at Joanna. I knew that Joanna had risked her job by interceding, and I was happy that she had. Paige apparently thought better of terminating her on the spot as she walked away with Red. I thanked Joanna the minute they were out of earshot before we got back to work. Shortly thereafter, Paige called me to the side and said, "You were very rude to Red. He came all the way down here to see you, and you didn't even want to give him the time of day." "I don't know what to say. He's just not my type," I responded unable to think of any other way to answer Paige besides with my middle finger. "Well, maybe, but there's something else we have to talk about." "What?" "Your clothing. It's just not right for a girl in your position." "What's wrong with it?" I replied as I looked at my demure and professional outfit. "I don't think you fit in with the other office girls." "Melanie and Cynthia?" "Who else?" "That's because they're almost fifteen years younger than me." "Well, be that as it may, it's time for you to start looking the part." "What do you mean?" "You'll find out tomorrow." "What's happening tomorrow?" I asked. "We're doing a little shopping," Paige replied with a smirk. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day, I joined Paige at the mall she told me to meet her at. I came dressed in a simple, oversized black shirt, cobalt blue, crop pants and loafers. My jaw almost dropped when I saw that Paige was dressed far more seductively than I was as she strolled up to me in a black and cream colored, pleated dress with an a-line skirt and black, peep-toed pumps. She looked over my outfit and smirked as she said, "I didn't know you were pregnant?" "What the hell do you mean?" I replied. "Oh, you're not. I'm sorry, I was just assuming, given that you covered yourself up there." I gave her a peeved look before we exchanged pleasantries. Shortly thereafter, Paige began leading me around the mall to shop for clothing she felt was more appropriate for an office girl. As we stepped into Forever 21, I confirmed my belief that her conception of what was appropriate for an office girl did not have an age limitation. We perused the racks of dresses, with Paige's eyes never veering away from the mini-dresses before she picked out five dresses for me to try on. None of the dresses were very expensive. In fact, they were all cheaper than anything I ever wore to work, so I was not particularly alarmed the potential cost. The hemlines were a different story. The minute I put the first dress on, I blushed at the high hemline of the matelass? striped, skater dress even as I heard Paige's voice calling me to come out and model the dress for her. I put my head down as I complied with her order and opened the door to the stall. I walked towards were Paige was standing, which was next to a spot beside three mirrors so that I could see each side of the dress. I blushed as I looked at my legs, and felt that they looked attractive in the dress, even as I clearly looked ridiculous in the dress given my age. As Paige praised the sleeveless dress's appearance on my body, I let out an audible, "Ugh." Paige ignored my clear distaste for the dress and said I had to get it. I figured she would. There was no doubt in my mind that my opinion meant nothing to Paige and that she was deliberately trying to make me where things I would find humiliating. Paige was certainly succeeding as I tried on each of the dresses and had the same opinion of each of them. While the dresses were very pretty, they were just not appropriate for a woman of my age. I was sure that they would look great on Cynthia and Melanie, but I was not like them, even though they were in charge of me. When I finished modeling the dresses for Paige, I took them up to the counter and purchased them before Paige told me which of the dresses I had to wear on Monday. While I was not excited about the prospect of wearing the mini-dress, I knew that I didn't have a choice. Her order was perfectly legal, and I was sure it would help my case. We then moved on to another store. As we walked through the ladies department, Paige's eyes were inevitably drawn to the one jacquard mini-skirt suit. I rolled my eyes as I listened to her gush over it. I took the suit from her hands and took it into the dressing room. I placed on the black mini-skirt of the suit first. I looked it over in the mirror as I saw where the hemline of the gold lace patterned skirt rested on my thighs. I then placed on the matching blazer and buttoned its one button, which forced the blazer to sculpt my waist in a feminine way. I emerged from the dressing room to Paige's clapping. She gushed over how the skirt suit looked on me. While she continued to gush, I shot a surprised look at my sister as she walked into the dressing room and came to a stop. "What the hell are you thinking?" Those were the first words from my sister's lips. "I think she looks great," Paige countered. "She's the only one," I replied. With that comment, Virginia realized that I was not wearing the mini- skirt suit for my own pleasure. Virginia's eyes darted down to the Forever 21 bag and asked, "Oh, did you do some other shopping?" Paige replied, "Yes, Ida picked out the cutest mini-dress for work on Monday." "She did, did she?" Virginia replied with mock enthusiasm. I blushed as I nodded. "Well, I'll let you two get back to shopping," Virginia said as she kissed me on the cheek and proceeded to another stall to try on the dress pants in her hands. I then got changed out of the skirt-suit and back into my clothes. I took the skirt-suit to the register and paid for it while Paige watched over her shoulder for my sister to come out of the dressing room. We left before she did and headed out the door to the mall. As we separated, Paige reminded me once more what dress she expected me to wear on Monday morning. I nodded and said in a meek voice, "You've got it." Paige nodded in response as she walked towards where she parked while I pressed the button to open the trunk of my car. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- While I was getting ready Monday morning, I heard a knock upon my front door. It was early enough that I was curious to see who was knocking upon my door at that hour. I peered out the window towards my porch and saw Virginia and Joanna standing on the porch. Knowing that they had both seen me en femme before, I wasted little time in opening the door and letting them in. As they walked in, I made sure that my robe was securely tied. I could see the instant amusement that Joanna took from my appearance as saw my pantyhose covered feet and ankles sticking out from beneath my black cotton robe. "What the hell are you both doing here?" I asked after a few moments of silence. "Well, your sister invited me," Joanna replied. "She did?" "Yes, I gave her a call." "How did you get her number?" I asked. "I got it from you. You gave it to me when you needed my help with something at work." I vaguely remembered what she was talking about so I nodded in response before I let them inside. As Joanna excused herself to go to the restroom, I asked Virginia why she had reached out to Joanna and brought her over. "I know your boss is up to something." "Really?" I replied as I nodded my head before I clutched my chin and asked, "What ever do you think it is?" "She's trying to humiliate you, but...." "She's trying to get me to quit." "That's it?" "Well, if they fire me, I've got a potential lawsuit given the fact that she forced me into agreeing to dress up in a dress for a month and act like a secretary." "I guess that's possible." "It is, but if I quit, my suit would be much harder." "Well, I don't think Joanna knows anything about that." "I doubt she does. Paige's too smart to tell anyone in my office what she's actually up to." "Joanna just thought they were all having some fun with me, until recently." "What'd she say?" "Things have been taken a bit too far." "I'll say." "She doesn't think you like it that much any more, but she still thinks you kind of like it." "I kind of do," I admitted before I heard the bathroom door open. Joanna walked over to us and asked, "So is the sisterhood's newest addition ready for her makeover." "What?" I asked. "Oh, come on. We all know this turns you on, you little freak," Joanna replied with a laugh. I turned to Virginia who shrugged with a grin as she replied, "I can't disagree with her assessment." "What the hell are you planning?" "I don't know. It just seems that if Paige is ordering you to wear a too short dress to work and look a little younger, I'm sure that we can do something to help you out." I looked at them nervously before I realized that going along with them might help my case. After all, I was being ordered to dress and look more like the much younger office girls I worked with. I followed the girls up to my room, and took out the peach colored, mini-dress with a peplum waist that Paige expected me to wear to work that day. Joanna cracked up the moment she saw it before she composed herself and said, "I'm sure you'll look good in that." After I took hold of the dress, I excused myself to step into the master bathroom to put it on over my lingerie. I pulled at the hemline of the dress as I stood alone in the bathroom. It seemed somehow shorter than I remembered as I looked down at how high the hemline rested on my thighs. I shook my head as I opened the door to walk out to face my sister and Joanna. Joanna began to laugh again as she saw me in the mini-dress while my sister stifled her own amusement. "Get it out girls," I said while trying to suppress the excited feeling I was starting to get. Virginia and Joanna collected themselves before they walked over to me and led back into my bathroom. Virginia began to style my hair while Joanna did my makeup. Joanna was putting on way more makeup than I wanted on my face. I figured that I would kind of look like a drag queen, like most genetic, middle aged women do when they put on too much makeup. I was also not enamored with the amount of product that Virginia was adding to my hair either, as she sectioned it off with clips and styled it with a ? inch curling iron. As Virginia made progress, I could see the curls in my hair as it fell to the sides of my head. Joanna finished with my makeup first and took a step back to examine me. She smiled at my sister as she said, "I think Paige's going to get what she wanted in spades." "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. "You're certainly going to fit in with Cynthia and Melanie," Joanna replied before she added, "Well, as best that you can at least." Given the apparent bigness of my hair, I felt more worried than I normally was about my feminine appearance. My sister then declared my hair done as she finished spraying my curls with hairspray. I stood up with some haste to get a look at myself in the mirror. I was aghast as I looked at my garish appearance at first. Dressed in the mini-dress with my big, curly hairstyle I felt that I looked like a cougar who was desperate to hang on to her fading youth. "What do you think?" Joanna asked. "I think I look like a Jersey shore whore," I replied honestly. "Perfect," Virginia replied with an approving nod. I smiled and shook my head, knowing that Virginia was now trying to get me fired. That wasn't really my game plan, but I was willing to go along with it. Especially as the girls in the office had heard Paige's orders and had taken my side. I turned back towards the mirror and examined my overly glossy pink lips that were framed by darker pink lip liner. Joanna had also used a heavy hand with my eyeliner that I felt was more appropriate on Robert Smith or an Emo guy than a woman my age. The pink touches on my cheeks were not appropriate for anyone though, at least in my book. Virginia smiled at me as she said, "Now, Ida, don't just stand there admiring yourself. You're going to be late. You've got to get a move on." I nodded and turned around to put on the pair of black platform heels that I was matching the mini-dress with. Joanna shook her head at the pair of heels in my hand before she walked past me and said, "These would be so much better." I gave my sister a wary look as Joanna held the pair of nude, 4? inch high heeled, leather and chiffon pumps with a bow at the vamp in her hands. Virginia nodded and said, "Joanna's so right." Knowing that arguing with the two of them was not going to get me anywhere, I decided to put on the heels that Joanna was holding. After I did so, I carefully descended the steps behind the girls. Once I was on the main floor, I put on my black wool overcoat and grabbed my purse. I followed the girls out the door of my home as we each headed into the garage. I thanked Virginia before I said goodbye to her after I let Joanna out. She said goodbye to me and told me to make her proud. I rolled my eyes before I got into my car and began to drive the car down the driveway. I almost hit Virginia as I made my way down the driveway, prompting her to shout with a smirk, "Watch where you're going you dumb bimbo." I blushed at her shouting and felt relieved that none of my neighbors were outside their homes at the time. I then drove down the road towards my office. After I arrived at the office building, I headed for the front door, attracting far more attention than I normally did. I could see the look of outright disdain on some of the faces of the women I encountered while I walked by dressed so inappropriately for a woman of my age. The eyes of the men told a different story. Some of them were clearly attracted to me. These included men who never gave me a second look before when I dressed in my more reserved office attire. I was relieved when I reached my office door that I had survived the gauntlet of glares and leers that my appearance generated that morning. I walked through the office attracting even more looks, including some mocking hooting and hollering from the guys. The girls poked fun at me for my attire, but they knew that Paige was behind it so they held their tongues a bit and offered me compliments about my appearance. I reciprocated as I often did before I walked into Paige's office. Paige inspected my appearance with a smirk and gave me an approving nod as she said, "That's much more appropriate for a girl like you." I was then ordered to help Peg, Paige's assistant, for the day. As I worked beside Peg in my too short dress that morning, I was constantly having to pull down the skirt of my dress down to avoid showing the briefs of my pantyhose to my snickering employees turned coworkers. I could see that my situation was making Peg uncomfortable. When Paige stepped out of the office to head to the bathroom, Peg looked around and whispered to me, "She's trying to make you quit." "Tell me something I don't know," I replied with a smile. Peg nodded as she said, "Harvey told her that they can't fire you given company policy regarding your division's numbers. You're doing too well for them to claim they fired you for performance reasons." I nodded as I knew full well about the facts that Peg was telling me before she added, "Harvey told her that firing you would cost the company more than keeping you on the payroll. He threatened her job for potentially cutting down your effectiveness as the leader of one of the best performing divisions." I fought the urge to smile as I realized that Paige was in position of having to either fix the situation she created or get me to quit. She had clearly chosen to pursue the latter, and I was more steeled to withstand her efforts at that moment than I ever was before. I then asked Peg, "What does she have against me anyway?" Peg hemmed and hawed before she said, "Paige thinks that there's at least three people internally that could do your job better." "With the results I produced?" I said in a louder voice than I intended to use. Peg waved her right hand in a downward motion to remind me to keep my voice down. "Yes, she thinks that you're weak and only good at making personnel choices. She thinks you have an eye for hiring quality people, but you don't know how to get the best out of them." "So this is all about what she thinks of me as a boss?" "There's a money issue too. They can get someone in here who's cheaper to run things, which would make the division, marginally, more profitable." I shook my head at her before we saw Paige walking back into the office and ceased our conversation. As she took a seat, Paige ordered me into her office. I grinned as I turned around and said, "Right away, Ma'am." I walked into her office with a smile on my face as I cupped my hands in front of my groin that was barely covered by my hemline. Based on Peg's comments, I had decided to go along with Virginia's plan and force Paige's hand to fire me. I smiled as I knew that Paige was about to get a rude awakening of the kind of petty things a secretary could do to make 'her' boss's life unpleasant. After Paige ordered me to get her a cup of water, I dutifully fetched it before I carried it back into her office. As I approached her desk as I acted as if my sky high heel had gotten snagged on the carpet while I threw the contents of the cup onto Paige's lap. Paige shrieked as the cold water seeped through the skirt of her dress before she shouted, "Watch what you're doing you dumb fairy!" "What's that supposed to mean?" I shouted back, putting her on the defensive as she realized what she had just shouted to her employee in a crowded office. Paige shook her head and cursed under her breath before she apologized for the homophobic slur she had called me. I could tell that she was holding her tongue before she told me to go ask Dawn what I should do around the office for the rest of the day. I walked out of her office with a grin upon my face as I realized that she could not stand to have me around her after what I had just done. Now, that I realized how easy it was to get under her skin, I knew that I would be having far more fun at her expense than she was having trying to humiliate me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- About midday the next afternoon, I was working beside Dawn in a mini- skirt suit with black, metallic mesh pumps with a pointed toe that Virginia had picked out for me as a gift. As we filed away some documents, I heard Harvey Bouchard's voice in a hallway. I poked my head around a corner of the wall and saw him talking with Paige and Stanley and realized that he was conducting a surprise inspection of both of their work. My coworkers, as I begrudgingly had come to think of them, all sprung to attention and tried to act more productive than usual as the highest ranking member of corporate who had come through our doors in years made his rounds. When Harvey walked by me, he gave me a polite greeting. We talked for a few seconds even though he was clearly uncomfortable about my manner of dress. I smiled at Harvey and said, "Do you like my skirt suit? Paige picked out for me and said I just had to wear it. Isn't she a doll?" "She sure is," Harvey replied with a scowl as he glared at Paige who stared angrily back at me before Harvey excused himself to continue his inspection of the facility. With that, I heard Pam fielding a call from a client. She called over to Stanley and asked if he wanted to take the call. He was willing to do so as Paige and Harvey settled into his office to listen in to his call. I walked to the bathrooms and headed to the lady's room. I waited for a stall to open up before I went up the aggravatingly slow ritual of lowering my skirt and pantyhose before I could relieve myself. I finished up in the stall and headed over to the sink. I freshened up my makeup after I washed my hands. I then walked back into the office. I saw concerned faces among the admins as I walked through the room. I wondered what was going until I heard the shouting on the phone as I walked past Stanley's door. I peered into the office and saw Stanley, Paige and Harvey trying to settle down the client. "Who is it?" I whispered to Paige. "Shut up! It's Bobby Pronovost," she whispered in a stern tone. I recognized the name instantly. It was the President of the biggest client the division had. He was one of Thomas's clients, so I was surprised to hear that Stanley had seen fit to speak to him, especially since Thomas was out sick that day. Whatever Stanley had said had clearly sent Bobby over the edge. I was not surprised, given that Thomas had always called Bobby a very thin skinned man with a large ego that was easily bruised. As I watched the three of them stare at each other, unsure of what to do to get back in Bobby's good graces before he took his business elsewhere, I picked up the phone off the receiver. The three shot me daggers with their eyes before I said, "Hello, this is Pearl Potvin, Thomas' manager, how may I help you sir?" "You tell those idiots, I'm taking my business over to..." "Sir, Sir. Whatever, they said, please do not pay it much heed." "Are you kidding me, the way they offended me..." "Sir, I assure that Stanley and Paige will not be here for long," I replied truthfully, knowing of his impending departure for another branch and her upcoming return to the company's headquarters. "Okay, but I want an apology." "Yes, of course, Sir. I'm sorry for whatever they said to you. I don't know what it is, but I will speak to them and make sure that it never happens again." "Thank you, Miss...You said it was Potvin." "I thought Thomas always said that his boss was Earl Potvin," Bobby replied as I put him back on speaker. "He just drops the P every once in a while. I think he doesn't like having a woman for a boss," I replied. "Not a lot of guys do," Bobby replied with a laugh. "I can attest to that," I replied, stealing a look at Paige, just to make her angry. Harvey smiled and stifled his laughter before he took a seat in one of the guest chairs as I finished my conversation with Bobby and exchanged a polite goodbye with him. As I hung up the phone, Harvey got to his feet and thanked me for handling the situation before he added, "I don't know if anybody could have handled that better, Ida, or is it Pearl? I don't know which you prefer." "I don't prefer either." "What?" Harvey asked. "Those names were forced on me. Pearl was something the people around the office took to calling me the first time anyone saw me in a dress, and Ida was something that Paige just thought was clever. If I remember it was because she was going to keep her eye on me. I personally think Iris would have been a better choice for that, but what do I know?" Harvey sat back down in the guest chair in Stanley's office and asked, "Well, what do you like to call yourself?" "Bethany, or Miss Potvin if you're nasty," I replied with a smile, as I dated myself. Paige and Stanley gave me strange looks for providing a feminine name of my own choosing. It was the one I had used for myself for years, and I was finally able to let it out into the open. Harvey nodded as he said, "Well, then, thank you again, Bethany." "No problem. Is there anything else I can help you with?" Harvey glared at Stanley and Paige and said, "Yes, there is." "Shoot," I replied. I nodded and listened to Harvey describe two problems that Stanley and Paige were experiencing and having trouble rectifying. Having experienced the same problems a few times before, I told them what to do. Harvey nodded and thanked me before glaring at Paige again. "Could you and Stanley excuse us, I need to talk to Paige alone?" Harvey then asked. "Sure," I replied as I nodded and headed out of the room. As Stanley followed me out the door, he began to ask me to do some secretarial task for him, prompting Harvey to say, "No. That's not a good use of Bethany's time." Stanley gave Harvey a blank stare before Harvey explained, "Bethany's here to teach you how to do this job, and I want her to sit over you to make sure that you're getting this stuff nailed down before you take your new position." "Okay," Stanley replied a bit vacantly. I could sense that he did not relish the idea of being under the thumb of his mini-skirt wearing, male boss. "Come along, young Stanley. You've got ever so much to learn," I said with a smirk while he put his head down and submitted to the reality that I was in charge once again. Shortly thereafter, I ordered Stanley to start looking over some numbers and to give me his opinion of them when he was done, while I began to walk around the office. News of what had happened had spread from the girls whose desks were near the too thin walls of my old office to everyone in the office. "Welcome back, Miss Potvin," Joanna said with a wink as I walked by her. I only nodded before I came to a stop before the door to Paige's office as I listened to Harvey berate her for promoting Stanley and her treatment of me. Paige was quick to come to Stanley's defense if only to save face herself, noting that he had made a rookie mistake. I could not disagree with that assessment, but it did little to appease Harvey, who expected everyone to be a seasoned pro at their job no matter how long they had been there or unreasonable that expectation was. Paige then explained that I was supposed to be standing over Stanley's shoulder for just that situation. Harvey clearly did not buy that, given his awareness of how Paige had really used me over the prior weeks. I hurried away from the door as I heard Harvey order her back to the corporate headquarters. I began making small talk with Dawn as I waited for the door to open. Harvey walked out of the room first and asked me to come in and see him. Paige, meanwhile, walked over to Peg to ask her to help her collect her things. Harvey closed the door behind me and took a seat behind the executive's desk before he told me to take a seat. I pulled at my too short skirt as I sat down. While I crossed my checkered fishnet tights covered legs, Harvey began to speak, "Bethany, you really stepped out to the plate today." "Thank you, Sir." "I was impressed, especially given that if I was in your shoes, I image that I would have let this place burn to the ground," Harvey added with a smile. "Part of me thought about it, Sir," I replied truthfully. "Well, I'm glad you didn't act on your worst instincts." "I'm not really that type." "I know, that's why I have a proposition for you." "It's not another incentive is it?" I asked with raised eyebrows before a smile came across my face. "No, I just think we're not getting the most out of you that we can." "What do you mean?" I asked, wondering if he was questioning my work ethic. "I think we can put your talents to a much better use." "How so?" "I was thinking about a promotion." "A promotion?" I was genuinely surprised that he was offering me a promotion. "Yes, I want you to finish training Stanley, without Paige over your shoulder. You're going to be answering directly to me while I figure out what to do with her." "She's not going to be around," I asked, feigning ignorance. "No, she's going back to corporate immediately," Harvey replied, unable to conceal how much he detested Paige at that moment. "So once Stanley moves on to Adam's position, then what?" I asked. Harvey nodded and said, "Then you train your own replacement." I nodded as I replied, "And who's that going to be?" "I think we'd be better off with you making that call. You have better track record on the personnel front than Paige." I smiled as I leaned back in my chair and asked, "And where will that leave me?" "I want you at corporate. The guy who audits the performance of each division's work is on his way out and, I think you'd be a perfect fit for that role." "Well, what does Paige think about that?" "Who cares, you're going to be auditing her work." "Really," I replied with a grin. "Bethany, you can't let your personal feelings get in the way of your best judgment." "I know," I replied in haste. "I guess the question I need to ask, now, Bethany, is, are you going to be doing this as Bethany or Earl? You can't switch between the two. You've got to be one or the other. So I need you to be sure that you're Bethany, if you want to come onboard as her." "I never thought I was two people," I replied. Harvey tilted his head before he replied, "I'm going to let you think about it Bethany. You can join us as Bethany or you can join as Earl. The choice is yours." I smiled at Harvey before he got up and extended his hand. I shook it before he said with a smile, "Of course, if you come on as Bethany, I expect you to a little bit more reserved in your choice of clothing." I nodded as I replied, "Trust me this outfit is never being worn to the office again, now, that Paige's out of my hair." "Yes, but she's not out of mine yet. I might just have to work on that," Harvey said with a wink as he walked out of the office that I was going to take as my own once Paige cleared out her things. I walked behind the desk and looked out the open door that Harvey had exited through while Paige and Peg were scurrying around the office. I smirked as I placed my hands upon the desk that I would be calling my own while I trained my new underlings. I leaned back in my chair and looked at the ceiling tiles as I wondered what decision would be the right one. Should I stick with a life in heels and skirts or return to the male life that I had not really been eager to ditch in the first place? I knew that returning to being Earl would make it easier for them to terminate me if things went wrong at corporate, but I was not sure that was what should be driving my decision making. Even if I went back to being Earl, I knew that I would never spend a minute in men's underwear again. I was too enamored with the feeling to give it up, but I feared that other feminine habits that I might have picked up over the month might have become too engrained in me to give up and pass myself off as a straight man once more. I also felt that I had to feel somewhat feminine to even feel normal, even while I was certainly more than aware how abnormal that need actually made me. The question came to my mind once more, "Should I be a man or should I be a woman?" My train of thought was interrupted by Stanley, as he walked in to my new office to be briefed about what he had done wrong. I smiled at him and told him to take a seat even as my mind was still preoccupied with the decision I had to make.