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Super Secretary By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 1 "This game is going to be awesome!" Larry told his co-workers as they were grabbing some morning coffee in the office beak room. "Damn, I know," said Kenny. "I wish it was starting now. I'm feeling good about the Giants!" "You guys have no chance," Alan piped up. "Did you forget the Patriots were undefeated this year?" "Dude, the Giants played them well in the last game," said Larry. "They've definitely got a chance." "No shot," Alan smirked and shook his head. "Brady is three and zero in super bowls. No shot." "I think Eli is a stud," said Claire as she came in. "You Boston guys forget we own you. This in New York, and we're going to win it." "Please, what do you know about football, Claire?" said Alan, ripping into her. "Go back to the secretary's pool and type some more memos." "I know plenty and get with the times, we are administrative assistants these days, not secretaries." Claire was clearly getting annoyed. "You think only men can understand football? That's ridiculous." "Ok then, what's a blitz?" teased Alan. "How about an off tackle play. How about a seam pattern, which I'll give you a hint has nothing to do with the hem on your skirt. Enlighten me with all of your football wisdom." "Dude, chill out," Larry rebuked him. "Don't be like that." "It's ok Larry." Claire smiled at Alan. "I may not know every little term, but I watch football and I understand it pretty well. How about you put your money where your mouth is? Let's have a little wager." "Now we're talking," said Alan. "How about $500 bucks and all of you are invited to my place to watch the game. I'll enjoy watching all you Giant fans crying while I collect my money." "Deal," said Claire. "But let's sweeten the pot a little. Unless you're not as confident as you are arrogant?" "Ok, what did you have in mind?" said Alan, shaking his head at her. "I'm plenty confident." "If you win, I'll do all the clean up after the game plus be your personal assistant at work Monday, and if I win you'll do nothing but secretarial work on Monday," said Claire. "You work just like any of my other girls in the pool." "Deal, plus the $500 right," said Alan. "Yup, deal," said Claire as they shook on it. "I feel bad taking advantage of a dumb blonde, but she asked for it," Alan told his co-workers as he walked back to his office. Alan debated back and forth the rest of the day with his work buddies and then all day on Saturday and Sunday morning over the phone, before the big game. He actually had a nice spread at his house as a large contingent of the office, including his boss and many secretaries came over, as he had a large party with plenty of food and beer. "This a great party, Alan," Mr. Carpa, his boss, told him. "You're on the fast track, son. I like your confidence, but don't get too cocky son." "Yes sir, but I know my job inside and out," Alan explained as he patted his boss on the back. "I know football. Don't worry, the Yankees are spending a shit load of money, so eventually you guys will be back on top again. That's going to happen way before the Giants win." "What a dick he is sometimes," said Larry to Kenny as his boss shook his head, walking away. "Oh sorry, man," Kenny said after dropping an entire bowl of chips in the first quarter. "Don't worry about it, Ken," said Alan, walking over and crushing them into his own carpet. "Claire will be taking care of it later. Enjoy pal." "Don't be like that, Alan," said his girlfriend, Pam. "I'm sorry Claire. He can be such an asshole when his Patriots are playing." "Don't worry about it, Pam." Claire shot Alan a nasty look. "I can handle him. Have you ever heard what Yogi said? You know how we New Yorkers have been kicking your ass in Boston for the last hundred years." "Yeah, that may have been true for last century, but what happened in 2004?" said Alan nastily. "Only the biggest choke ever by those Yankees, and again the Sox won last year, didn't they. You want to quote sports history honey then try starting with games you've been alive for." They all went back to watching the game as the Giants were struggling in the first half. They drank and socialized as half time came and Alan was getting more and more obnoxious as time went on. "Hey Claire, its half time," said Alan. "Maybe you want to get a jump on things by starting to clean up now before it gets too bad. Oh sorry, I forgot girls like you really just watch for the commercials and the music at half time. I won't bother you again until the game starts. By the way, the Giants don't look like they can score, do they fellas? Maybe you can explain to her about that little thing called the end zone." "Oh I understand touchdowns, Alan," Claire replied. "And all you've got is one, so it's far from over. Brady's been on his ass an awful lot today. Maybe he forgot those were the Giants, and he thought Giselle was jumping on him." "Not bad for a Giant fan in a pink Manning jersey," Alan shot back at her. "Is that their new alternate jersey? I think they should have worn pink today, the way they're playing!" "Only real men can wear pink, anyway," said Claire, getting tough. "Why don't we up our bet if you're so confident." "Oh you're insane. Absolutely!" said Alan. "I'm thinking I could really use a servant here cleaning and cooking, and you know, I have to say pink is your color." "Fine, I'll clean your place every day for a week if the Pats win, but when you lose you'll be a secretary in my pool for a week," said Claire. "Deal, but you'll be in a pink French maids outfit doing it," said Alan laughing. "No problem, because you'll be in a suit with a short skirt and heels like the other girls," said Claire, jawing at him. "I'm sure you'll look nice with a cute hairdo and of course pink lips would be nice, since you seem drawn to pink." "Ok, you two relax," said Pam, separating them. "Let's try to enjoy the game, okay?" "Sorry, he makes me nuts sometimes," Claire said as they resumed watching the game. The third quarter was uneventful as both team struggled until the Giants finally got something going early in the fourth. "Oh yeah," screamed Claire as the Giants finally scored and took the lead with eleven minutes left. "Getting nervous now I bet?" "Not a chance," said Alan. "Brady's got ice in his veins. He always does it in the clutch. Remember, we're undefeated." "What's that you said?" Claire asked, taking out her lipstick and rubbing it on as she held it up, staring at it. "You like this pink Alan? If not, I've got a pretty coral, and a lovely salmon pink. I think they'd both look adorable on you as well!." Alan rolled his eyes and went back to watching the game as the Giants fans were all over him. The Patriots finally did drive down the field and Brady hit Randy Moss with just over two minutes left, as the only voice in the room going crazy now was Alan's. "Patriots rule!" screamed Alan. "This is history. Watch and soak it in, Giants fans. The second undefeated season is about to happen. Get ready for the first 19 - 0 team. Brady is the man. He gets the super models. He gets the big wins. And now he'll rule New York like the Red Sox do. Start cleaning Claire, and then be here by 7am tomorrow in your little pink outfit and have my coffee and breakfast ready by 7:30." "Damn, he's obnoxious," said Pam, feeling bad for Claire. "I'll try to get to him to drop the French maid thing." "Dude, go easy on her," Kenny told him. "You're taking it too far, man." "A deal's a deal," Alan replied. "Don't try backing out now bitch." "Alan!" screamed Pam. "That was uncalled for. She wasn't nasty or anything to you. Calling her that was not cool." "No, it's fine Pam," Claire looked at Alan with utter distaste now. "I'm a big girl." "Let's go a month, Alan," said Claire, getting in his face. "Eli's going to bring them down and win this thing." "Are you insane?" Alan cracked up." Bill Bellick is the guru of defence, and Eli's a choker. Damn, you women really know nothing about football, do you?" "Nope, he's going to do it," Claire shook her head. "Eli is a stud." "You realize he needs a touchdown too, right? He can't settle for another little sissy field goal," Alan laughed at her. "You understand they're down four, and a field goal is only three points, right." "Oh thanks Alan," Claire twisted her hair. "Us blondes do struggle with advanced math!" "You're welcome," said Alan, as his girlfriend punched his arm. "You know what Alan, let's make it $1000 bucks and I'm yours for a month if I lose," said Claire, putting her hands on her hips. "I'll be your little bitch. Isn't that what you called me? I'll cook and clean and do whatever you want in whatever little tart outfits you pick, no problem. I'll do anything you want short of sex and wiping you ass. But remember when I win, you're my little bitch at work. I'll put you in my secretarial pool for a month, dressing and acting the part without exception. You'll be the low secretary on the totem pole, and you'll be catering to every little demand of the pompous men like yourself, typing, filing, answering the phones, and running all their errands!" "What a glutton for punishment you are?" said Alan, shaking her hand as he could barely contain his excitement. "I'm going to really enjoy this!" As the game came back from commercial, Eli worked his magic, bringing the Giants down the field as Alan was getting nervous. "No, no, no!" screamed Alan as the Giants scored. "I love Plaxico," screamed Claire as they were all high fiving each other and hugging. "Eli's the man. That's a real man, Alan." "35 seconds," screamed Alan. "Please, come on Patriots! It's not over yet." The last few seconds were intense as the Giants broke through the line and sacked Brady, ending the game as the entire party was ecstatic. Claire barely said a word, smiling at Alan as she bent down, scooping up all the spilled chips from earlier in the day as Alan had his hands on his head "Dude, you really put your foot in your mouth this time," said his friend Kenny. "This should be an interesting day at the office tomorrow Alan. For your sake, I hope you won't make much of a stir," said his boss, patting him on the back as he put on his coat. "Good thing you're better at your job than you are at gambling son. Thanks for having me, this was an exciting evening." "You're so lucky he likes you man," said Kenny, guzzling down a beer. "You're so screwed, but it is going to be so damn funny." "Just great," said Alan, now depressed. "Wait, there's definitely a positive side." Larry held out a sheet. "Holy shit, he had the numbers. He had 7 for the Giants and 4 for the Pats. You just won five grand." "He's going to need it for his wardrobe," said Pam, shaking her head. "He never thinks before he talks. You have no idea what girl's clothes cost, do you? You need a different suit for every week day, plus blouse, shoes, lingerie. I mean I can help you mix and match, but it's still going to be expensive." "Damn, you're fucked dude," teased Kenny. "So much for that money." Claire had a smirk on her face, but refused to rub it in as she washed some platters in the sink and then continued helping the other girls clean up a bit. "You need me to do anything else Pam?" Claire asked, looking around. "The place looks pretty good now I think." "No, thank you so much. It's not too bad now." Pam turned off the vacuum and smiled as she looked at her boyfriend, still stunned at the outcome. "Thanks girls for helping clean up. Tomorrow should be interesting." "See you in the morning, Alan." Claire hugged people good night and put on her coat. "I'll be here bright and early." "Come on," said Pam, taking his hand. "Let me help relieve some of that stress." Pam took Alan into his bedroom and they had a wonderful night together as he passed out after sex. In the morning, Pam answered the door half awake at 5:30 am, hugging Claire as she came in. "I'll put some coffee on and wake him up," said Pam. "How you going to start?" "By taking some measurements to figure out his size, and then he can jump in the shower," Claire took out her pad. "I have a car picking him up at 6:00 am, and I got them to squeeze him in and give him the first appointment at Olay Spa." "Are you kidding me?" Pam laughed as she poured their coffee. "He's going to freak going there. I'm jealous." Pam walked into Alan's bedroom and woke him as he soon wandered into the kitchen, seeing Claire sitting there having coffee. She wasted no time as she saw him walking over to him with her pad and pulled out a cloth tape. "Arms up, please," Claire measured him all over and jotted down his measurements on her pad. "Ok, go take a shower, and don't do anything special. When you come out, throw on some old clothes and we'll be off to get you ready." "Where are we going?" said Alan, rubbing his eyes. "I never get up this early." "You will be starting today. You know that," Claire patted her watch. "My girls start an hour before you lazy fellas even wander in, and I'm sure you realize it takes Pam a lot longer to get ready than what you do in the morning. As it is, you'll be late on your first day as a secretary. Don't worry, you'll be making up those hours by coming in early and staying late." "Great," said Alan sarcastically as he wandered into the shower. "Hurry up," said Pam after he was fifteen minutes in the shower, knocking on the door before coming in and switching off the water. "Your car is here. Let's go." "She left?" said Alan as he dried off. "Yes, she'll meet you at the office, she said," Pam told him. "Move your ass honey, and I've got to get home and get ready for work too. I wasn't prepared to sleep over." Alan threw on an old sweatshirt, sweat pants, and socks. He put on his favorite green Celtics jacket and sat down tying his sneakers as once again Pam told him to hurry him. "The driver is getting impatient," Pam kissed him goodbye. "Good luck today, honey. I hope you realize what you've gotten yourself into." "It's no big deal," said Alan. "They'll enjoy humiliating me in some bad wig and stupid skirt for a day or two and she'll back down when my boss gets mad at her wasting my time. Trust me, I'll wiggle my way out of this quickly. I'll call you later." Pam shook her head as she kissed her boyfriend goodbye as he walked out the door and got in his car service. He sat in the back quietly and they pulled up at the brightly lit Spa about ten minutes later. "Look at this shit," Alan said as he walked in. "Good morning, sir," the receptionist greeted him. "You must be Mr. Alan Cummings. Welcome to Olay Spa." "Thanks," grumbled Alan. "Well Alan, they're awaiting you in room 7," said the receptionist. "Just go down the hall and turn right. I believe Olga is all ready for you." Alan wandered down the shiny marble hall and opened the door to room 7. As he entered, he was greeted by a large Polish woman who smiled at seeing him. "Welcome Mr. Cummings," said the woman, helping him off with his jacket. "I'm Olga, and I'll be your masseuse and skin care specialist this morning. Please remove all your clothing." "Ok," said Alan, looking around as she wasted no time helping him pull off his sweatshirt. He sat to remove his socks and sneakers and then his pants as he stayed there in his boxers as she stuffed all of his clothes into a laundry bag. "Don't be shy dear. You're not my first," said Olga, holding out her hand and patting the steel table. "Yeah I know it's cold in here. That's what they all say. Now hop up on here." Alan shook his head, dropping his boxers before handing them to Olga and jumping up on the table. She pushed his head backward as he was now lying down as he looked over to the right, seeing her smiling at him as he stretched his neck, watching her begin coating his right leg with hot wax. "Bite down on this," said Olga, slipping a mouth piece in his mouth. "This will help, and we'll whiten a few shades while I work. Whatever you do, don't spit it out and don't be afraid to bite down on it to relieve some of the sting. We'll see if you're any tougher than most of the boys that come through here, but I doubt it." She worked rapidly now as he was screaming as she ripped off the small section of wax. She ignored his pathetic muffled crying, moving her strips up and down his legs as he was trembling as she worked. She flipped him over, waxing the back of his legs now as tears were flowing down his face as he felt her spreading his but cheeks. As the strips ripped near his butt hole, she was giggling as she heard his constant whimpers before flipping him back over and working on his arms. She held him firmly by the bicep as she ripped away his pit hair as he almost punched her in the gut before she finally let go of his arms and waxed the little patches he had on his chest. She massaged him with some more ointment, which helped sooth the irritation before he watched her read some forms. "Brazilian," said Olga. "Interesting choice and lucky for you I did between your cheeks already." She spread his legs wide open now as he began panicking, feeling the wax around his naval and crotch area. He was cringing before she even worked, as she ripped away between his legs as he had no means to stop his tear ducts from flowing. When she finished, she again massaged his entire body, rubbing him down which was tremendously soothing, before applying a substance to his face. "We can't get this depilatory in your eyes, or we'll have an issue that makes the waxing feel like a little prick," said Olga, rubbing it on his neck and cheek. "You'll have to stay still while it works it's magic, and try to refrain from another little hissy fit. Now sit still, and some of my massaging will help take away any last stinging, and I'll apply your shaping now." Alan closed his eyes as Olga was massaging every inch of his body, taking away a lot of the sting as she rubbed him with a soothing ointment. He now felt a sticky substance over each of his nipples and then tremendous pressure on his left side as she leaned on him and pressed. "Sorry, but I need it to adhere perfectly and then do the other," said Olga. "Don't move an inch while I smooth and blend the edges." After a few minutes, Olga repeated this on the other side and he could now feel their weight jiggling slightly as she moved them. After another fifteen minutes, she began wiping his neck as he lay there, having little choice but to let her work before finally she tapped his thigh as he sat up, looking down at his now hairless body with flesh like boobs attached. She held out a soft pink bathrobe as he stood up, stunned at their weight tugging at his chest as they bounced when his feet hit the floor. It was even crazier as he looked between them, staring at his limp member poking out from the simple landing strip of pubic hair, before she slipped his arms into the robe and tied the belt. "Go into the main salon and get your hair washed in the back. When the shampoo girl finishes, then you'll be with Hannah in the second chair from the window," said Olga, opening the door. "I'll be out there for my mouthpiece in a bit." Alan nodded as he turned the corner, seeing a young woman smiling as he approached. She sat him in a chair letting the back down and began washing his hair. She quickly filled it with conditioner as he sat there relaxing as he soon looked up, seeing Olga. "Ok, bite down for just a bit more Alan," said Olga, rubbing at his brows. "This will be a breeze after the Brazilian, honey." Alan grunted a few times as she ripped away at his eyebrows and then took her tweezers, pulling away a few more hairs on each side. She nodded, looking down at him before he became curious, looking at her holding a metal device. "What month were you born Alan?" said Olga. "February why?" Alan answered, now curious. "Oh, so I can do your birthstone in the second. Claire wants the biggest stud we've got in the first, for which I got these beautiful 6 MM cubic zirconia round studs that will look pretty on you," Olga told him as he felt her rubbing his right ear and then felt the pop. "Oh crap," Alan mumbled. "Sorry to scare you, sweetie," said Olga as he now felt the second pop in his right ear. "Wow, your birthstone looks pretty on you. I just did a 3mm crystal amethyst. Be still, and let me do your left ear now, and then you can spit out the mouthpiece in a second." Alan was sick to his stomach as he felt the two pops in his left ear and then Olga held out a towel as he spit out the mouthpiece. The shampoo girl rinsed out the conditioner before she wrapped his head and tapped his thigh, pointing towards a chair near the front of the salon as he headed that way, seeing a pretty young redhead waving him over. "Hi Alan," said the woman, looking at her watch and holding out a cape. "I'm Hannah, and I'll be doing your makeup and then blowing out your hair, honey." "Hi," said Alan, sitting down as she changed his cape to a fresh one and tapped her chair. He sat down as she quickly went to work coating his face and blending his foundation. She curled his lashes and then took a pencil to his lids before coating his lashes with a few layers of mascara. She took her eye shadow pallet in her left hand, blending a few colors across his eye lids and she then dipped her big brush into some blush, sliding it across his cheeks. "I hear you like pinks," said Hannah, outlining his lips with a pencil before opening a tube and taking a little lip brush. "I'll use this as your highlight today honey, and then tomorrow once you come in to get your hair done with Natalie, I'll give you a regular scheme for you to use and begin your lessons." "Aren't you doing that now?" said Alan as Hannah removed the towel from his head and began drying his damp hair with a fresh towel. "No silly. I'm just a makeup artist, but I'm going to blow your hair out and do a little something with what you've got," said Hannah. "It's Monday and hairdressers are all off on Mondays. I'm here doing facials like I do every Monday and Claire asked for a favor, so I'm taking care of it, but I don't do cuts, just styling. Don't worry, I'll do something cute with what you've got, and tomorrow Natalie will help you with whatever will be your best look." Hannah sprayed his head with a root lifter as she worked the product through with her fingers. She switched on her hair dryers, quickly removing the dampness from his moppy short hair as she circled him, brushing through it. As she switched it off, she stood in front of him picking through it deciding what to do before creating some sections and inserting some clips. "I'm guessing you just normally comb it straight back, or do a conservative side part?" said Hannah as she worked. "Yeah, I usually slick it straight back kind of flat against my head with some gel, and just head to work," said Alan. I've never owned a blow dryer in my life, and I'm kind of due to hit the barber shop anyway." "Yeah, I can tell," said Hannah giggling as she was combing it between her fingers. "But I don't think that will be happening for a while, from what I understand." "Thanks for reminding me," said Alan, as she clamped the first section with a rounded edge thin flat iron. Disgusted, he sat there patiently as she brushed and inserted her iron into his hair as she slid it through and twisted it upward. After about fifteen minutes, she worked with her fingers, picking at it and spraying over and over as she circled his head. "Oh that's pretty decent, I think," said Hannah. "Good enough for now, as we've got to get you out of here in fifteen minutes. Olga, he's all yours." "I think you turned out prettier than I thought," said Olga, coming over and twisting his shoulders as he was trying to see. "No peeking yet until you're dressed. Come on, I have your clothes in the back. Don't worry. No more pain." Olga dragged Alan across the room and into the back area where she had waxed him. She wasted no time pulling off his bathrobe and then knelt down, holding out a thin white panty as he stepped into it. "Sorry dear, but this part is a must." Olga forcefully pushed his testicles inside him and pulled back his limp penis. "A little dignity please," Alan whined. "Easy!" "Sorry, at this point, what does it matter honey," said Olga, snapping the tight waistband and pulling the thin rear strap between his cheeks. "That's really uncomfortable," whined Alan. "It's like a super wedgie." "You'll get used to gaffs, sweetie," Olga held open his matching white lacey bra as she buckled it over his breasts and adjusted the arm straps. She now opened a pair of suntan stockings, rolling them with her fingers before holding them out as he stepped into them. She guided them up his legs before stretching them between his legs and smoothed the control top as she straightened it, tugging it up firmly. From a hanger, she unbuttoned a white long sleeved blouse, slipping it over his shoulders and re-buttoning it and straightening the slightly tapered sleeves. She then opened the jacket on the hanger and squeezed the two metal clothes pins, unclipping his skirt before unzipping it and kneeling as she held it out. It was crazy watching it slide up his hips and she wasted no time zipping it up and fastening the button on his lower spine. He knew it was almost time now as she held out his jacket, sliding it over his arms and lifted his blouse's open collar on top of the jacket's label, before buttoning it in front. He was trembling now as she knelt, slipping on his first shoe and he had no choice but to grab her shoulder, feeling off balance from the obvious heel as she slipped him into the second as he shifted his weight to balance. "He looks so cute for his first day," said Hannah, coming in as she slipped a watch over his left wrist and handed a bracelet to Olga. As she clipped on the bracelet, Hannah walked behind him, securing the clasp of a little necklace on his neck before he smelled the scent of perfume as Hannah touched his neck, applying it, then to his wrists. "Have a good day at work, dear," Olga teased. "Let's go, your taxi is here and I'll go get your coat from the closet in front. I'll meet you in the lobby in a minute." "I made up a little cosmetic case for you for today, and it's here in your purse, with your wallet and keys and a few other essentials I loaded," said Hannah, placing the strap over his shoulder. "Smile, and enjoy today." Alan looked down, staring at his hairless knees poking out from his skirt as he felt ready to have a nervous breakdown, holding the purse with his right hand as it hung over his shoulder. "How the hell am I going to show up at work like this?" Cried Alan, staring at down at the slight point of his shoes. "They are going to destroy me at work like this. A boy in a girls suit." "Here honey," said Hannah, turning him around as he was now facing a long mirror on the wall. "I doubt it. Anyone that knows will have fun with it, but anyone that doesn't I doubt will even blink an eye. You're quite presentable and very pretty, actually." Alan gazed at his full reflection and couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at professional young woman dressed impeccably in a charcoal grey pinstripe business suit, holding a leather strap over his right shoulder as the black leather shoulder bag sat near his right hip. On his feet were simple black leather pumps with a modest two 1/2 inch thin heel, making his skinny legs look so shapely as he slightly shifted one, displaying his toned calf muscle under his suntan sheer hose. His skirt he realized had little give in it, as the pencil shape design when combined with the non-stretching wool material, restricted his movement before hemming two inches above his smooth knees. The single breasted suit tapered jacket perfectly matched the grey pinstripes of his skirt, and the two front buttons were fastened, giving him a shapely tailored look as it pinched in at his waist and had vertical faux sewed pockets on each side. The collar of his off white silk blouse sat oddly on top of the jacket's lapels, as it had only a single top button undone, and displayed no cleavage, even though the cut of the suit seemed to accentuate his rather vivacious curves, which were held firmly under the jacket. On one wrist was a delicate thin gold watch, and on the other a thick gold Figaro bracelet, whose chain matched the one he had around his neck. He licked his lips, amazed at how white his smile looked behind his glossy fuchsia pink lips, which stood out as the focal point on his face. He tried closing one eye, staring at how the beige and taupe shadows blended perfectly behind the thinly outlined lids, and his thick lashes seemed catlike with his blue eyes, yet gave him a conservative day time look. Any facial hair he had before had completely vanished, and his face seemed a shade or two lighter than before, but it also could be the coral pink cheek bones he now had he thought to himself, that made him look more pale. He shook his head, amazed at how his hair moved in unison but shook right back in place, as it was crazy to see how his former dark brown slicked back care free do had been re-styled into a conservative women's short brunette hairdo. With his finger, he moved a strand near his left eye that annoyed his vision, as his new look swept slightly across his eyes, arranged in choppy separated long bangs from an off center side part, and on top the roots had been teased up just a touch, giving it some body. On each side and all the way around the back, his hair had been lifted upward and outward slightly in a flipped picked out wispy style, which was incredibly shiny and sticky as he touched the ends. "Don't pick at it sweetie and mess up my work, but it's going nowhere anyway," said Hannah, slapping his fingers softly to stop him from picking at it. "I thought a Lisa Rinna type of style with what you had would be cute on you, and it was easy, given the limited time we had. If you decide to keep this look, then tomorrow when you met Natalie she can do more of a razor cut with your layers, to perfect the flip and add some highlights. Now come on, we better get you out of here." It was like he had to learn to walk all over again as he had no choice but to take short, distinct steps in the restrictive pencil skirt, and for the first time in his little heels. It took twice as long as normal, but finally he made it to the lobby as Olga was waiting as she took his pocketbook and held open his coat. He slipped his arms into the long red wool double breasted coat as she straightened it on his shoulders, before buttoning it and tying the belt. "Come again soon, honey," said Olga, shoving some large round sunglasses on his face before opening the door as he was ushered outside. "It really was a pleasure dear!" It was a whole new experience feeling the cold breeze blow under his long coat and up his skirt, which instantly hurried him along into the cab as before he could even blink an eye, he knew he was on his way to work. He sat there without saying a word as he rummaged through his bag, seeing what was in there as he killed time. He opened the little compact mirror, checking out his reflection again as he felt the double piercing in each ear. "Ok, Miss Cummings," said the driver, pulling to the curb and then getting out to open the door. "$15.00 please." Alan gave a nod and a slight smile to the driver, handing him a twenty as he got out. He walked across the cold cement New York City courtyard, entering the large glass foyer of his office building as he saw the security desk and searched through his purse for his access card. He placed it on the card reader of metallic access barrier and attempted to proceed through like any other day, until he heard an unexpected sound. "Oh shit," said Alan, as the turn style beeped and red lights flashed. "Access denied. What the fuck?" "Miss, that card has been revoked," said the guard, as Alan nervously froze. "May I see your ID, and who are you here to see?" "Sorry Jake, she's here for us," said a voice from behind him as he turned around. "I'll sign her in for now, and she'll be getting a new card later. This is Miss Cummings, she's on the list." "Thanks Cassandra," said Alan softly, as she signed him in. "No worries. You look incredible," said Cassandra, opening the elevator. "See you in a bit I'm going on a coffee run. Go right in to Claire. She's waiting for you!" Alan took a few deep breaths as the elevator door closed. He pressed the button, taking the short ride up twenty floors as people entered and exited as he seemed to blend in, until finally the doors opened and he walked into his reception area. "May I help you?" said the receptionist. "Vicky, it's me," said Alan, as she covered her mouth, stunned at hearing his voice. "Nice to see you held up your end of the bet, Alan," said Vicky smiling. "We've been taking bets on just that, around here." "Well, now you know I lived up to my end," said Alan, holding up his hands as he walked in. He walked down the corridor and past a series of cubicles as he turned towards the pool of secretaries. He could see Claire on the phone in her glass office, as he walked towards her, dying inside. He could see her grinning from ear to ear as she quickly got off her phone as he entered. "That coat fits you beautifully, Alan," said Claire, picking up the phone again. "Shirley, please bring Sally and Christy in here with you. Our trainee has finally arrived." The girls quickly rushed in, looking him up and down as he was incredibly uncomfortable as they each hugged him. "Take it off, and stay awhile, Alan," Teased Shirley, as he undid the coat's belt. "Yes, I'm dying to see how your outfit looks on you," said Claire. "You had no idea what special favors I had to cash in to get you something like this to wear early in the morning. Luckily, Christy's friend is a manager at Dress Barn and she came in early for me. If that wasn't bad enough, I got Olga to push back two customers for you. She's wonderful, isn't she?" "Yeah, she's a barrel of laughs," Alan said sarcastically, taking off his coat. "Oh, it fits him well," said Sally, walking around him. "He doesn't have much of a butt, but I see you made sure he had some boobs, Claire." "You know that really wasn't my idea," said Claire, laughing as she spun her finger in a circular motion. "Spin for me, Alan. All Olga had were size "D"s, but I think it works on him. With his weird manly measurements, I had to get him a size 8 skirt ,but his jacket and blouse are a 12. I took my best shot without him being there to try them on, and it's not top quality, but I think it works for today." "Well, you did pretty well boss, considering, and his hair came out really cute," said Shirley. "I thought they had no hairdressers today." "They don't, like most salons on Monday's, but I was able to get the makeup artist to blow it out and just style it a bit," said Claire, patting his hair with her palms and inspecting him. "I told her to do what she could or give him a good wig." "She's good. His makeup is perfect, and I like the twisty flip on him," said Sally. "She made a nice choice." "Well, it's cute, but we'll see what Natalie thinks, as he has an appointment with her tomorrow after work and obviously we've got a ton of shopping to do," said Claire. "We've got important clients here later in the week, so we'll all have to be at the top of our games ladies, and certainly represent a professional image. Plus, he's with us for a month, so I want him looking his absolute best. That five grand you won will be gone before you can even blink Alan, and Pam will be meeting us after work at to help. Now Christy, please get him set up at his desk and prepared to begin working. What I don't need is a weak link bringing down our production, and I'll be over to see you in just a bit Alan." "Right away Claire," said Christy, taking him across the room and into their area. She sat him in an open, low cubicle and began handing him stacks of memos, explaining what he had to do. After a few minutes, Sally arrived, unloading office supplies as she helped him organize his desk before Claire arrived with a series of forms. "Sign where I have the arrows, please," said Claire, pointing and turning pages. "What's all this for," Alan asked herm, knowing the forms from before. "This will allow me to get you systems access, and also access to log into the phone system," Claire replied, as he began signing. "I've punched you in as a new hire five minutes ago with my management override, but moving forward, you'll punch in and out with the thumb reader like the other girls. Now finish up so I can get all your paperwork authorized, and you can become at least slightly productive today." What about my old systems access, and my security id," Whined Alan. "I didn't work today. What happened?" "Well Mr. Cappa of course knows everything from last night. I must say, he's been quite understanding and amused actually," said Claire. "He told me how he wanted everything handled since you won't be doing your regular job for a month!" "Are you kidding me?" cried Alan. "What about my clients. I figured I'd do my job and just spend extra hours typing and doing this crap." "Alan, aren't you just a naive little thing on your first day down here?" said Claire, patting his cheek. "Honey, we work more hours in three days than you sales guys work in a week. That just would not be possible. Who do you think does all the real work, while you boys are having a few beers or playing golf. Mr. Cappa reassigned your accounts temporarily, and as of today, Alan Cummings is on a month long leave of absence." "Claire, no!" said Alan, stunned. "You're fucking with me, right?" "Trust me, I'm not," said Claire, standing up. "Did your security badge work this morning?" "No," Alan stared at her. "Exactly," said Claire, patting his thigh as she walked away. "Now let me go get you access, and get back to training him Christy. Sorry, from this point moving forward, we'll be using "her" instead of "him", and let's get used to that ladies, before we slip up in front of a client." Christy now returned to all the documentation, showing Alan his first chores. He was stunned with all the items he needed to type, file, and coordinate and struggled to believe all the things he had to do. After about two hours, his head was spinning as he felt relieved as they were interrupted by a man from Facilities. "Hey, Chuck," said Christy, looking up from her teaching of Alan. "Good morning, ladies," said Chuck. "Sorry to disturb you, but is this cube where the new girl will be sitting. Is this her?" "Yes, why," said Christy. "Well, here's your headset Miss, for the phone on your desk, and here are your log on ids and temporary passwords, if you'll sign here please," said Chuck as Alan scribbled on his sheet. "I printed your name plate for your cube, and if you'll come to my office after lunch, I'll need to scan your thumb in order to set you up so you can punch in and out. How about 3pm?" "Sure, I guess," said Alan in his softest voice. "Good, see you then, and oh I almost forgot, I printed you 25 temporary business cards as Claire requested," said Chuck, placing them on his desk as Chuck removed the back of the tape and secured it on the outside of his cube while he talked. "I'll have the rest in two days, but if you need more printed before then, I can do it in my office, so stop by anytime Miss Cummings. See you at three." "Thank you," said Alan, before his eyes almost popped out of his head reading his new cards. "She didn't." Didn't what?" said Christy. "Change my name!" screeched Alan, getting up quickly and popping outside his cube as he looked at his name plate. "Shit. My last name is right, but she changed Alan to Alicia. She's got to be kidding me." "Did you think we were going to have a girl named Alan here? Obviously, that would not work?" said Christy, giggling. "I think Alicia is a really pretty name, and it fits you beautifully. Well, I suggest you log on and get started, because you're already way behind schedule, getting in two hours late on your first day. One thing you better learn Alicia, is not to get on the wrong side of Claire at work, because once you do there's no way back. I know she had you getting ready today, and it was unavoidable, but moving forward with her I suggest you be here early. You're not in sales anymore, you're a secretary now and she's a tough boss, so I suggest you get used to it and adapt. And adapt quickly."