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Super Secretary By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 2 Alan spent the rest of the day following instructions and typing memos. At three o'clock, he walked down to security and waited there while Chuck was on the phone. He could see all the facility's workers checking him out before finally Chuck called him over. "Miss Cummings, place you thumb here and hold it until you hear the beep please." Chuck positioned Alan's hand the way he wanted it. "Sure," said Alan. When it beeped, he removed his hand and then Chuck handed him a white plastic card. "This is your temporary card and you'll need to scan it, then your thumb, when you enter," said Chuck. "Each time you enter or exit, you'll be punched in and out automatically. I suggest you be prompt, because your boss is a real stickler on this shit. She's constantly watching everything you girls do. Good luck Alicia." "Thanks," Alan said as Chuck extended his hand. "And don't be a stranger," said Chuck, softly rubbing his thumb across his hand. "All of the girls come for happy hour all the time." "Ok thanks." Alan exited the room. He walked back through the halls, turning past his old office until he stopped dead in his tracks, seeing the lights off and realizing his name plate was taken down. He tried opening the door, but it was locked so he headed down the hall to the secretary pool to Claire's office, interrupting her as he closed her door. "What's going on with my office?" Alan demanded. "Why is it locked and my name plate is down? It's bad enough that you're having them call me Alicia, but seriously, what's up? This is only temporary, and I never lock my door." "Alan is on leave. You know that," said Claire. "You'll need to take that up with Mr. Cappa, as I have nothing to do with it. Now 'Alicia' needs to get her ass back to work and honestly, I don't really give a shit about anything but what Alicia produces. Now stop wasting my time and get to work, because as it is, you're way behind, and because of your arrogance, I'll need to spend some of my own spare time making sure that Alicia is presentable and productive. Now close the door behind you and try to make what little time is left in your day, productive." Alan shook his head as he turned and walked out of the office. At five o'clock, some of the girls starting packing up as Alan's phone rang. "Hey Alicia, your car is here to take you for your nail appointment," said the receptionist. "Thanks, Vicky." Alan logged out of the computer and put on his coat. "Don't forget to punch out, Alicia," said Christy as he nodded and punched out. He took his purse and headed down stairs, getting into his awaiting car. After a fifteen minute ride across town, the driver pulled up at a very popular nail salon. He got out, paid the driver and felt relieved , seeing Pam waiting for him in the lobby. "OMG, this is crazy," said Pam, stunned at seeing him. "Take off that coat, and let me see you." She spun him around and touched his hair, amazed at how her boyfriend looked. "It's so good to see you," said Alan, leaning in as she turned away from his kiss. "That would be too weird in public, honey," Whispered Pam as she hugged him like girlfriends do. "Save it for home." "Yeah, I guess," Alan whispered back to her. "It's my first time as a 'lesbian', so be patient with me." "Your name, Miss?" asked the receptionist. "Yes, I have a 5:30 appointment," said Alan. "Cummings." "Yes Miss Cummings, they're ready for you, dear," said the woman. "You can use the little rest room to my right to remove your hose, and then I'll show you where to go." "Oh here, I brought you the flip flops Claire asked me to pick up for you." Pam handed him a bag. "Put your dress shoes and hose in here, and I'll take them for you." Alan walked into the bathroom and pulled off his hose, placing them in a bag and switched from his pumps to his flip flops. When he came out, he walked back to the receptionist as she checked her watch and looked towards the back. "OK Alicia," said the receptionist. "Head right down to Miss Kim, and she'll do your nails. We'll do your acrylics first, and then your toes, hon." "Alicia, how pretty is that?" said Pam, batting her eyes and teasing him and taking the bag as Alan walked over to the nail station. "That Claire doesn't miss a trick." He sat there nodding at the woman who spoke no English, half zoning out as she worked on prepping his nails and pushing back his cuticles. It was stranger than ever as he watched her glue on extremely long, claw like extensions over his real nails before he watched his hands begin to take shape with long square tips as she clipped and shaped them. She continued to work, coating them over and over and it really wasn't long before his first hand was under the dryer. He looked over, spotting Pam as she winked at him from another nail station across the room while the nail tech worked on his other hand. He couldn't believe the difference, seeing the shine from his square pink French tips as the first hand came out of the dryer, and immediately the second hand went in. When the second hand left the dyer, he got up as they motioned for him across the room. It was actually quite relaxing as he found himself in a chair with a woman working on his toes, a few chairs down from Pam who was having them done as well, smiling as she looked over at him. "Meet you in the lobby." Pam dialled her phone. "I think were meeting Claire at the main mall entrance near Nordstorm." Pam walked away talking on her cell as Alan sat there having his toes done. Finally she was finished with him as she slipped on his flip flops. He walked out to the lobby as Pam stood up and they headed outside, hailing a cab. "So, looked like you were enjoying your first little mani/pedi," Pam teased him, taking his hands and inspecting his fingers as they sat in the backseat. "Very pretty on you. You've got better hands than I thought." "You're a comedian now," said Alan, pulling his hand away. "Oh stop. I just meant I like the pink French look, and you've got better hands than some construction worker," said Pam, taking his other hand now. "I see they did the acrylics, which I'm sure Claire chose because of the job. I'm more partial to gel these days, but the acrylics are a lot stronger. She must expect you'll be doing a lot of typing." "Seems that way," said Alan, staring at his own hands now. "I'm really not sure what to expect." "Well, I guess we'll find out more in a minute," Pam said as the cab pulled up. They paid the driver and went inside, seeing Claire awaiting them as she sipped some coffee. "Hey Pam," said Claire, hugging her. "Thanks for coming to help shop." "My pleasure," said Pam. "This should be fun." "For us, yes," Claire said. "For my employee, who knows?" "Oh yeah, this is a bundle of laughs," said Alan. "I suggest you get used to it Alicia. The only thing you own is the suit on your back, so you'll be doing plenty of shopping this week," said Claire. "Come on, let's start with some lingerie." They walked through the mall and turned into Maidenform as Alan immediately turned red with embarrassment as Claire knew the sales girl. "Come on Alicia, I've been expecting you. I'm Sabrina, and don't be nervous, I'll take good care of you, dear," said the girl, taking some measurements as Claire and Pam browsed. "I'll give the girls some choices, and then we'll try on some cute things. Don't worry, we've got wonderful expertise here to help you." When she finished, she helped the girls pick some things and before he knew it, Pam's arms were stacked with a number of items as they went into the back room. Pam helped him off with his suit and he stood there in his underwear awkwardly, until Sabrina entered with a young, thin black man. "Joshua, I've got his sizes and the girls picked some cute things," said Sabrina, with her arms also filled. "Very cute, but as I'm sure you can guess, not all this will work, ladies." Joshua pointed to his panties. "But of course that is easily fixed. May I?" "Please, we're here for your expertise, Joshua," Claire said as Joshua kneeled in front of Alan. "In front of everyone?" asked Alan, going beet red now. "I think we're all past that, Alicia," said Claire as Alan gave Joshua a little half hearted nod as he pulled down Alan's panties. "Thank you, and step out of them dear," Joshua told him as Alan was beyond embarrassed now as Joshua held up his panty around his index finger. "You see what he had on, it's called a gaff. I have them in the basic colors, and we can match his everyday bras to them without a problem, but without doing custom things, that's as far as it goes, ladies." "Well, obviously we're in need today, so custom is out of the question right now," said Claire. "I need her to be appropriate and fashionable at all times, just as she was today." "Yes, I realize that Claire," said Joshua. "We have several options, the first of which is the gaffs. I have them in stock, and I have five colors in his size. The second option, and it will work as I see he's selected Brazilian, is taping. With the right taping, he can wear almost anything we have, and if Alicia will be in anything that would show panty lines, that's the way she'll need to go. Let me demonstrate." Joshua dropped his pants, revealing a leopard print thong with no bulge. He then slid down the panties, showing nothing but a small, v-shaped patch as he twisted a bit, modeling for them. "Amazing," said Pam. "I can't believe it's back there?" "It is. I'll show you," said Joshua, reaching between his legs as everyone heard the tape peeling from his skin. "This should be a cinch for you, Alicia." Claire compared the men as Joshua was twice his size. "Does that hurt?" Alan was stunned. "No, you'll adjust," said Joshua. "Relax, and I'll show you." Joshua opened a little bag, pulled a roll of tape and a few strands of toilet paper. He wrapped it around Alan's limp member and followed with a few twists of the clear tape as Alan looked down, seeing his penis disappear as Joshua tucked it, pushed up his testicles into their cavity, and secured the tape. "You'll need to wax your balls or you can ask them to do a Hollywood wax next time. Trust me, it'll be beyond nasty if you rip out any pubes with the tape," said Joshua. "But personally I keep a little in front, and I do like the Brazilian on you, but you'll just need to take it off behind your penis. Try on a thong and let's see how you look honey." It was crazy as Alan now found himself in a red lacey thong, seeing nothing in front as Joshua put him into the matching bra. "Wow, that's pretty damn sexy," Pam exclaimed. "You like them big I see Alicia, and these are wonderful quality. Very realistic and a nice choice," said Joshua stepping back. "Well it's a nice size for you too, but with those skinny little hips of yours, you'll definitely need some shaping, since you've chosen to be a bit busty." "What do you mean, Joshua?" said Pam. "I'll show you," said Joshua. "You try on some other panties and bras and I'll be right back to fit him after you make those selections." Alan's head was spinning as they tried a number of things on him as the girls inspected and critiqued every inch of him. He couldn't believe how many things they debated as he watched them fill a basket with things they liked. "In certain outfits, especially suits which I understand you'll be wearing daily, we'll need to pinch in your waist a bit, especially since they are typically tapered," said Joshua, stripping off Alan's current underwear. "Let's try this, Alicia." Alan now found his waist being restricted as Joshua tightened the cincher around his waist and pulled the Velcro straps, pinching even further. It was crazy at he looked at his appearance in the mirror, looking almost completely naked with a woman's shape as he was in a nude colored bra, cincher, and panties. Alan now stood there as Joshua tried a few camisoles, baby dolls, slips, and nightgowns on him as the girls critiqued and commented each time. "Here's his Amex card, Sabrina," Claire handed it to her. "We'll take everything in the basket and those cincher sets in white and black, plus the nude one that he'll keep on, ok? And of course he'll take all the sleepwear we liked, the slips, shapers and whatever hose Pam tossed on counter." "Wonderful," said Sabrina, walking out with a few baskets to ring everything up. "I'll sign Alicia up for a discount card, and you'll save a couple of bucks as a good customer. Plus, in the bag I'll put our catalogue and maybe we'll see you again for something special, as don't forget Valentines' day is coming soon, honey." "Put your suit back on Alicia, and give her back her hose and shoes Pam, as her toes are good and dry by now," said Claire. "Let's pay and go get him some suits and a few outfits." Alan signed the long credit card receipt, almost choking at how much stuff they bought him, as it was as long as a supermarket receipt. "I'll put these in my car and meet you at Nordstrom's," said Claire. "I'm sure you can pick some nice suits for him to try on." He walked with Pam into the suit section, carrying his coat over his arm as Pam stopped multiple times to browse. She began piling them over his arms, wasting no time as he soon walked into the dressing room with his arms filled. He tried on a few items as Claire now arrived, critiquing and helping with selections as she came in with another half dozen options and a series of blouses. He tried on suit after suit as she also had him try on some shoes and matching pocketbooks. "It's getting late," said Claire, finally grabbing a few things she really liked and heading out of the dressing room. "I think we have enough cute things for this week, and we can continue shopping maybe on Wednesday. I'll take these to the register while you get dressed. "Are you kidding me, Claire?" Alan said after signing his credit card receipt, almost having a heart attack as he realized he had just spent over two thousand dollars on suits, blouses, and shoes. "Good thing you won some money, Alan," Claire chuckled. "It's expensive being a girl, and we've got plenty more to buy, but that'll be it for tonight anyway." Lucky for you the stores are closing, because I feel like we're just starting. He needs so much," said Pam as they loaded Claire's trunk. "I love shopping, and I know you're hating it, but it's kind of fun dressing you." "Yeah, fun for who!" Alan replied, getting in the back. "Not me." "Well get used to it Alan, because despite your whining, Alicia is here to stay for the next month," Claire said as they drove off. "The good news is Alicia has got some good taste though, doesn't she?" "She does, so is the plan to shop again tomorrow, Claire?" said Pam. "I could do it every day." "Me too, but no," Claire laughed. "Tomorrow night he has a hair appointment and a makeup lesson. You're still good to dress him in the morning, and do his face, right?" "Yup, I'll get to his place early and get him together," said Pam. "You want him in by eight, right?" "Yes please, he's still learning and he's going to be catching up all week," Replied Claire, pulling up at Alan's apartment building. "I'll help you bring everything up, and then we'll chat tomorrow about shopping later in the week. I mean, he has no casual clothes or accessories, but he won't need them tomorrow." They got out of the car and got in the elevator going to Alan's apartment. They went inside and carried everything into his bedroom as Pam moved things around in his closet, making space as Claire emptied a few drawers, folding and putting away his new lingerie before jamming his old stuff in some other drawers. "Here, hon," said Pam, helping him off with his suit and tossing a night gown on the bed. "You can wear this tonight." "No thanks," said Alan. "I'm not at work, so I'm not doing that shit at home. What the fuck, Pam. Why did you make me buy this!" "I just thought it would be more normal now, and help you adapt," said Pam, getting annoyed. "I don't think you can jump back and forth honey, and trust me, this won't be easy for me to adjust to being with a girl for the next month. Now you look very pretty with your hair and makeup done, besides your manicure is wonderful. Let's make the best of the situation, and I think it will be easier on both of us. What did you have in mind? Sleeping in your ratty sweats?" "Uh Yeah!" Alan was annoyed. "I'm just a girl at work Pam. Not here, so don't get crazy! Tell her Claire, that wasn't part of the deal." "Well, that is true Pam, and I really don't care what he does when he's not at work," said Claire. "Although I think Pam is right, all I care about is the office. But that does include any after hours business functions, and I really don't think you want to be seen out in public as a man with a French manicure and pretty hair, but that's completely up to you, Alan." "Makes sense, and yes I agree when shopping or whatever I obviously can't be seen like half done," said Alan. "But at home I need a break from this shit." "You know what, forget it!" Pam said, turning around. "Claire, can you drop me home. I'll see you in the morning and hopefully you won't be so damn moody then!" "You're not staying over?" said Alan, howver she soon stormed out. "See you in the office Alicia, and don't be late please," Claire told him as she left. Alan then stripped off all his clothes, jumping into his t-shirt and sweats as he watched a basketball game on tv eating some cold pizza. Mentally wiped he fell asleep on the couch stunned as Pam woke him up in the morning. "Rise and shine, Alicia," said Pam. "Get in the shower, and I'll get your clothes ready." Alan showered and brushed his teeth and came out to find everything laid out on his bed. He stepped into the taupe colored gaff, feeling beyond strange as he pushed up his balls and tucked himself for the first time. He struggled fastening the matching bra, reaching behind his back as Pam came into the bedroom now and helped him, before placing the cincher around his waist and tightening it. She barely said a word as she sprayed his head with styling product and worked it through with her fingers before he tried breaking the ice. "So this is kind of weird, don't you think?" said Alan as she ignored him, switching on the hair dryer. She worked her fingers through his damp hair and then brushed through it as she worked, before switching off the dryer. "Are you not speaking to me?" said Alan as she slipped a head band on his face and began spreading foundation. "No, I'm just concentrating if you don't mind," said Pam as she clicked on the tv and turned up the volume on the morning news. "I'm not used to being a makeup artist to 6:30, ok?" "Whatever?" said Alan, rolling his eyes as she worked on his face, doing his eyes and then cheeks as she began to get annoyed. "Whatever!" Pam yelled as she did his lips. "Amazing, I slave over you, and that's what I hear back?! When she finished his face, she took her curling iron to the ends of his hair and worked her finger through it, picking and spritzing. "Oh, this is horrible!" said Pam, throwing her brush on the floor. "Now what!" Alan asked, shaking his head. "Just shut the fuck up, ok!" said Pam. "I'm not used to doing hair this short, and I can't get it like the girl did it yesterday." "Well, maybe then --" Alan started to say but she interrupted. "Maybe shut up please," Pam said, leaving the room and then soon returning. She dampened his hair with spray in gel from a small spray bottle, and then parted it on the left as he normally did. She started on the left side, taking a few little sections and inserting her small iron. She then switched all the way to the right, doing very quick twists with her curling iron before finally working her way to the crown and then the back. When she got back to the front, she was lifting and spraying everywhere before brushing the last front sections in front of his eyes, spritzing them heavily before rolling them downward with her curling iron briefly before brushing them out. "Much better," said Pam, switching her dryer on low before rolling a round brush in front and then spraying. "Get up and turn your head upside down toward the floor." "Are you kidding?" said Alan looking at her as he did what she asked.. She circled him now with a big aerosol hairspray can, placing her hand over his forehead and eyes as she made him stay upside down until she poked him to sit back down. With her fingers and a pick, she lifted and sprayed at certain sections and then raised his chin, checking her work. She again touched his lashes with some mascara and then handed him a pocketbook that she loaded with some cosmetics, then she stepped back, finally looking satisfied. "So, your suit and blouse are hanging on the door knob, and you can see that your shoes are on the floor right next to them. You'll need to get used to doing things with nails, so try to use your finger tips and not the nails as you close buttons and grab things," Pam twisted his head. "I left your stockings on the bed, and we haven't gotten you another coat yet, so wear the same one as yesterday. It's inside hanging near the front door on the rack. Get dressed and be out of here in twenty minutes. Have a good day at work, Alicia." "Pam, come on," whined Alan as she turned her back and he grabbed her arm. "Don't be like that. I'm the one going through all this. At least kiss me good bye, and don't call me Alicia here in my own apartment." "I don't think smearing our lipsticks is a good idea," said Pam, pulling away and putting on her coat. "Alan's not here right now, and the Alicia I see has no manners. Have a good day at work, Alicia." Alan shook his head as she scurried out of his apartment and he sighed before getting dressed. He sat on the edge of his bed, pulling on his panty hose, annoyed as he ripped the first pair with his nails, quickly realizing what Pam meant. He opened the drawer, which Claire had filled with undergarments, shaking his head as he saw how much stuff he had, and found another package and this time he took his time rolling them up carefully and tried to avoid contact with his square tips. He tugged the waist band tightly and then took the clothes from the hanger and got dressed. It was so different buttoning and zipping with his new nails, but finally he stared in the mirror and he was ready. For his second day of work, he was in beige suit with a matching beige pencil skirt, which was a touch shorter than the previous day, being a few inches above his knees. The jacket this time was cut slightly shorter and straight across his hips, which actually made them look a little wider. He couldn't believe how much more shapely he looked this time, with its single breasted 3 button design, as it really pinched in around his waist. But it was comfortable as he turned, seeing the little slit of the back venting on his skirt. It had simple vertical side pockets in the jacket, and his soft peach, collarless blouse added just a touch of color from under the jacket. His shoes were a touch higher and tighter today he thought, as he looked down staring at the slightly pointy, nude colored pumps framing his shapely legs. His makeup looked so natural and flawless.as Pam didn't deviate much from the day before, with the exception of changing his lip color to match his peach blouse. It was strange touching his hair as it was parted on the left like he usually wore it, yet it was now filled with small loose curls sweeping across his head, giving him an almost permed type short and fuller do. Pam had teased it out, giving it some volume as it appeared thicker and poofier on top and above each ear. In front, it was even stranger to see the only straight part of his locks were thin bangs she had slightly curled under. Alan broke off his staring, and was soon ready to leave, looking more secretarial than ever. "Another fun day at the office," Alan slipped on his red coat and grabbed his matching beige pocketbook. "Can't wait." He headed into the elevator and outside as no one paid him any attention. He walked down to the subway, oddly hurrying in his heels as not to miss the train as it pulled in. "Please miss, sit down." A man stood up as he couldn't believe it, and took the seat, graciously smiling. He felt slightly better at work as he took his card from his purse and it worked this time, allowing him access as he walked towards the elevators. He stood with a small crowd, seeing Claire notice him and acknowledge him with a little smirk as the packed elevator closed as he waited for the next. It was uneventful as he went up to his office, sat down at his desk, logged on the computer and immediately got to work. "Good morning, Alicia," said Chrissy. "I like that color on you." "Thanks," said Alan, having no idea what to say. "Did you remember to punch in?" asked Chrissy. "Oh shit," said Alan, getting up and running over, placing his card and thumb on the reader until it flashed. "Alicia, a minute please," Claire whispered as he walked back to his desk. "It's 8:03 darling. You're late," said Claire, looking at her watch. "Didn't we already speak about this?" "I wasn't?" said Alan, annoyed. "You saw me downstairs at the same time you were, and you saw me come in at like ten to eight." "It only counts when you punch in, missy," said Claire. "I round in fifteen minute intervals, so lunch for you today will be cut short by fifteen minutes. Get used to punching in early, and getting to work." "29 more days," said Alan, turning around as he went to his desk. He sat down and he began typing, struggling with his new longer nails. He was redoing a lot of his work, making typos and falling behind as Chrissy came over on her way to lunch. ?I?ll bring you something, ok? It?s a good idea to work through lunch and catch up, trust me," said Chrissy, lifting one of his hands and inspecting it. ?You?ll get used to them if you keep practicing. They look pretty on you." Chrissy brought him back a small wrap, which was like eating nothing for him, as he continued working. He had been typing, filing, and answering phones all day until finally at 5pm, the receptionist phoned to tell him his cab arrived. ?Remember to punch out, Alicia," said Claire, stopping by his desk as he was putting on his coat. ?I expect you?ll give Natalie no trouble this evening, as girls kill to have their hair done by her. Typically you need two months advance notice to get in with her." ?How lucky am I?" Alan wise cracked. ?Maybe I?ll call and reschedule, since 2 months would work better for me, considering I?ve got 28 days left now! I?m sure there?s someone else that got bumped that would love to be there, and there?s not much more she could do with this little mop I?ve got on my head." ?Oh, you?d be surprised Alicia. She?s pretty talented," Claire grinned. ?I gave you my appointment, so you?re beyond lucky, and she?s excited to work on you. I must say I?m curious about what she?ll come up with. I told you we?ve got important clients coming later this week, and you look decent, but that?s certainly not good enough. Now run along, and don?t be late." Alan buttoned his coat and wrapped around the belt, buckling it as he threw his pocketbook over his shoulder and headed downstairs, getting into his cab. He sat back, quite tired and relaxed until they pulled up at the salon. He walked in as the receptionist recognized him and pointed him directly to the waiting area, where he sat down. ?So, the infamous Alicia Cummings," a woman?s voice startled him. ?Welcome Alicia. I?m Natalie." ?Hello," replied Alan, stunned at seeing one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, as she softly shook his hand. ?Humm.ok?" said Natalie, with her nail under his chin, evaluating him and lifting his hair. ?Ok, cute but it?s not you sweetie. I saw a cell picture of the little flip Hannah gave you, and this little short curly do is pretty on you, but I think we can do much better. Come on, let?s go wash your hair out and take it up a few notches. I?ve got a few cute ideas." It wasn?t long before Alan had a plastic cape around his neck and Natalie was washing out his hair. He watched as she placed gloves over her hands and began working some chemicals into his hair as it was relaxing as she worked and he was fairly tired from working hard all day, and not being used to getting up so early. He sat there for quite a long time as she periodically came over to check. Finally she washed out his hair and then brought him to another chair, inserting clip after clip into his hair, sectioning and pinning before he felt pressure at the back of his neck. ?This is going to be such a pretty base with your complexion," Natalie said as she brushed and tugged. ?When it?s dry, you?ll see the dimension and I didn?t want it too brassy, but for now you?ll need to be even more patient than before as Malaysian links take some time." ?I have no idea what that means," Alan told her, looking confused. ?Oh, it?s just the method of extensions I?m adding," Natalie explained. ?With this method, you will receive a natural and undetectable look. It?s safe and healthy for your hair and perfect for those who have hair as short as 1 inch and have always wanted to add length and fullness to their hair, which is pretty much you at the moment. Also, there?are no braids, no bulks?and of course no glue, which I figured would be better for you. Claire wanted the most versatile thing I could give you, so once I?m done you can wear updo's, wraps, ponytails, and almost anything. I thought that would be best as you won?t be too good at hair, but anything formal or dressy we?ll squeeze you in here and do it for you. Don?t worry, I?m going to make you gorgeous, sweetie." Alan gulped a few times as Natalie worked slowly, section by section, as he felt all the strange sensations creeping slowly but surely up through his hair. Time seemed to drag as she worked, until finally she was in front of him and he could see some locks hanging in his face. ?What color is that?" Whined Alan. ?Holy crap, are you sewing?" ?Yes sweetie. Sorry it?s taking so long, but you need more than the average girl," said Natalie. ?I told you these are Malaysian link sew ins, and they are wonderful, but they take a little time. You don?t need to be nervous. Don?t focus on what you see hanging, as you?re going to really see the multi-tonal effect once I finish and blow it all out. It?ll be amazing on you." ?Oh shit," whimpered Alan, getting his first glimpse through his locks in the mirror. ?So, I?m going to keep a nice professional and manageable length, but not too short either, as I am thinking you really need a little wow factor at times, as Claire has told me you?ve got some important events coming up," said Natalie, combing through his hair as he sat there stunned. ?Like I told you earlier, for an important meeting or special event, I promised Claire I?ll squeeze you in and we can add some wefts or I can do something elegant." Alan sat there having no idea what to say as Natalie combed through his hair, pinching small sections and sliding it between her fingers as she snipped away. She circled him a few times as he watched the trimmings tumble down his cape before she brushed through it and began blow drying. ?So when you leave today, I?m going to give you some products you?ll need," said Natalie, holding up a spray and softly spritzing his hair on one side. ?I?ll give you a nice hold spray, in style gel before you blow dry and then you can?t forget to use this heat protectant before you flat iron or curl." ?Ok?" said Alan, confused. ?Alicia, easy girl," said Natalie, laughing as she twisted a lot of his hair on top, pinning it with a clip and then slid her flat iron on the right. ?I?m going to teach you, and we?ll start with easy stuff honey." She circled him doing the back and side and took his hand, making him guide it through his hair on the left a few times. ?See, not so bad," said Natalie, releasing the clip on top now. She swept the hair across his face and created a part on the right, before again dipping in the flat iron as she tugged it through. Finally, she placed it down, brushing through his hair a few times and then took her hairspray, saturating his head and patting it flat with her palm. ?So pretty. You?re a little hottie, Alicia?" said Natalie, trimming a few tiny strands. ?Hannah told me, but I had to see for myself. So what do you think, honey?" ?I?m speechless," replied Alan, staring at the full view of himself. ?It?s a nice length for a professional woman," said Natalie, taking the hand held mirror and showing him the back. ?See, not too short like some old frumpy secretary, and not so long that you look like you?re going clubbing. I think for you it?ll work, because you can maintain it or change it up sometimes, but we?ll see as time goes on Alicia." Alan?s moppy short hair had now been dramatically extended to about the middle of his shoulder blades, in a long straight style. The precision cut was all one length from shoulder to shoulder, sweeping from a part on the right side of his head, giving him a meticulous, pin straight look. It was crazy as he touched it with his nail, moving it slightly from in front of his left eye as it looked so silky and shiny reflecting the bright salon lights as he moved his head. The multi-tonal color Natalie mentioned was incredibly obvious now, as the four or five blonde tones looked incredibly natural and blended beautifully together, as they sprouted from the new honey blonde base color of his hair. Only when he really dug under his hair could he slightly feel the tiny edges of the extensions, but it was amazing to him that he was now a blonde with long hair. ?So chic, Alicia. Natalie, you never cease to amaze," said Hannah, coming over. ?Thank you." Natalie hugged Hannah. ?See you soon Alicia, and I?ll make up a bag with all your essentials, plus an instruction sheet for you. It?ll have shampoo, conditioner, styling products, and a few tools like the flat iron I showed you how to use. The girl at the counter will make sure you get it before you leave. Blondes have more fun, so enjoy it hon!" ?Ok, time for your first makeup lesson, honey," said Hannah, sitting down and pulling over some carts. She proceeded to teach him how to wipe his face clean of products and lectured him on skin care before working, having him spread cosmetics on his own face. The lesson was slow but he did learn some things and smiled, staring at his reflection at the end, looking semi-natural as he was freshly made up. Finally, Alan left the salon carrying a few shopping bags of products as he jumped into an awaiting cab, happy to be on his way home. ?$15 please, miss," said the driver as he pulled up. ?This isn?t my home," Alan told the driver. ?Take me home please." ?This is where I was instructed to bring you, Miss Cummings," said the driver, holding up a hand written address. ?Take it up with your boss. She?s inside." ?Now what?" whined Alan, handing the driver a twenty and getting out with his arms filled with bags. He looked at the address and glanced up, seeing Claire and Pam inside a jewelry store as the cab pulled away, leaving him no choice but to walk in. As he opened the door, they immediately smiled at seeing him, as Pam covered her mouth, letting out a huge sigh. ?Amazing work that Natalie does," said Claire, walking over to him and unbuttoning his coat. ?See, what did I tell you Pam?" ?Damn, she?s good. He?s got better hair than I do now. I?m so jealous!" Pam touched his hair as Claire took his bags. ?You?ve got to get me in there, Claire." ?Please, I can barely get in there myself, now," Claire teased. ?I had to give up my own appointments for this little high maintenance missy, but we?ll work it out." ?The dimension. The cut. The color," Pam circled him. ?You look so beautiful as a blonde. I?m honestly stunned." ?Good evening, Alicia." A gentlemen came over. ?I?m Todd, and let?s not waste much more time dear, as I have some wonderful things to try on you. Let me size your fingers, please." Alan stood there as Todd wrote down sizes and then tried various rings on his fingers. The girls debated different styles, as bracelets, necklaces, rings, and sets were tried on Alan. After forty five more minutes, Alan again was signing credit card receipts before Claire helped him on with his coat. They went outside and all got in Claire?s car as Alan sat in the back. The girls talked non-stop about fashion, hair, and makeup as Alan sat there ready to vomit as they debated how things would look on Alan. After fifteen minutes, Claire turned, looking into the backseat staring at Alan as Claire turned the corner. ?Alicia, Claire?s driving me home," said Pam, as Claire pulled up at her place. ?You know how I feel about all this." ?Pam, come on," Alan pleaded. ?Come stay at my place. I miss you there." ?Good night," said Pam getting out. ?I?ll be over in the morning to help you get ready." He was fairly quiet the rest of the ride as he came up front, sitting next to Claire who did most of the talking. She was all business, lecturing him about his work in the office and the laundry list of things he needed to do to improve, until finally he was home. ?Don?t be late tomorrow, blondie," Claire teased. ?Get a good night?s sleep, as overtime is on the agenda for you tomorrow. He walked into his apartment, dropping all the shopping bags in the hall and kicking off his pumps. He happily stripped off his clothes before putting on his old sweats and washed off his makeup like Hannah taught him, before he finally headed off to bed. The nights seemed to pass so quickly now, as he wakened to the sound of Pam?s voice. ?Go take a shower," said Pam, kissing his cheek. ?I put all the products from Natalie in the bathroom, and got rid of the old stuff that won?t work anymore." He knew the drill, walking half-awake into the bathroom and looking over at his vanity as he peed. It was weird to see his bathroom counter filled with cosmetics, gels, and perfumes as he flushed and stepped into his shower. He turned on the water, realizing his soap was different and he opened a purple bottle, immediately smelling the flowery aroma of his scented body gel. He looked at his new shampoo and conditioners, seeing how they were made for color treated hair and shook his head, lathering up before finally stepping out. He quickly dried off ,stepping into a white gaff and matching bra as he walked into his bedroom where Pam was waiting. She didn?t say much as she worked a styling gel into his hair, quickly removing the dampness by blow drying it. She took the new flat iron he had gotten from the salon, and showed him how to spray on the heat protectant before working the flat iron through most of his hair. When she finished, she pushed a headband on his head, pulling his hair off his face as she had him practice doing his foundation and contouring, before she corrected his mistakes then did his eyes and lips. ?You going to talk to me today, or still be mad before you leave," said Alan. ?Please, I don?t want us to be like this with each other." ?I?m not leaving yet," said Pam, looking at him. ?I promised Claire I?d get you out of here early today, so I?ll make sure you?re dressed this time before I leave. Yesterday, you must have dilly-dallied getting your suit on, because I had you ready in plenty of time. Plus, with this skirt, you?ll need a slip and this suit is so tapered. As well, I?ll help you pick all the right accessories." ?Please, I?m sorry if I?ve been not myself lately," replied Alan. ?And right now, ?yourself? is a beautiful young executive assistant, named Alicia," said Pam, positioning a cincher around his waist. ?Now breathe in and hold it." ?I promise I?ll try harder Pam," said Alan as she tightened and secured it. ?Come on. Sleep over tonight. I?ll sleep in one of the night gowns you picked for me, or whatever you want. Please, I miss you." ?I?ll think about it, ok," Pam smiled at him as she rolled up his panty hose as he stepped into them. ?Now shut up and let?s finish getting you ready." Next, a white silk cami slid over his head and he stepped into a matching half slip before she helped him button his blouse, as all the buttons were in the back. Things moved quickly now as he stepped into his skirt, zipping it himself and then she held out his suit jacket, slipping it on him. She taught him how to lift his hair before she opened his new jewelry box and fastened the little clasps on his bracelet and necklace. It was weird seeing a few rings on each hand as he never wore jewelry as a man, and he turned his wrist as she fastened his watch, before buttoning his suit jacket. ?Now you look ready for work, Alicia," said Pam, removing the head band before brushing and coating his hair with hair spray. ?You?re serious about what you said right, because it?s the only way I think this will work out?" ?Yes, of course," said Alan. ?I?t will just be you and Alicia later, ok?" ?I think that would be best for both of us, honey," said Pam, hugging him before she left. ?Have a good day at work, and please don?t be late today. I loaded up your pocketbook, and it?s hanging with your coat." Alan felt a touch better, feeling a little more at ease with Pam as he took a deep breath, looking at his reflection. He was more amazed than ever, looking at the woman that stared back at him, wondering if he would be perceived as conservative executive assistant, or a touch suggestive, seeing the leggy blonde secretary impeccably dressed gaze back at him. Today, he was in a classic navy blue business suit with a pink silk blouse. His skirt seemed just a touch shorter this morning, as his legs looked so long in nude hose above his navy 3 inch pumps, but it could have also been how pinched in his waist was, as his double breasted jacket was so tailored, it seemed to accentuate his figure. His hair had been arranged just as it was yesterday, in the classic long straight side parted style, and sat pin straight on his suit jacket. His makeup as always, looked flawless under thick dark lashes with natural shadows, and his lips were a perfect glistening coral pink, just a shade or two darker than his blouse. Two fingers on each hand had beautiful gold rings with various cluster and diamond designs sparkling against his manicured nails, and on his left wrist was a matching thin gold watch peeking from his blouse?s sleeve. Around his neck, he had a single strand of pearls and around his right wrist was a double strand matching pearl bracelet. He now took his navy leather pocketbook setting it down as he slipped into his coat. He buttoned it, fastened the belt, and threw the bag?s strap over his shoulder as he headed downstairs. He popped on his sunglasses, trying to avoid eye contact as it didn?t take long to realize he was attracting more wandering eyes as a blonde than before, with his mousey short hairdos. He was getting better at the routine as he was early in the office, arriving at 7:30 as he beat most of the other girls in. ?Alicia, OMG," said Chrissy, coming in and dropping her bag as she saw him. ?I almost walked by you. You look gorgeous." ?Thanks," said Alan, immediately assaulted with hugs by the other girls as they came in. ?Let?s break it up, ladies," said Claire, always the party pooper. ?Alicia, Mr. Cappa has requested to see you." ?Really?" asked Alan, surprised. ?Why?" ?I?m not sure," said Claire. ?Now don?t keep him waiting, and I suggest you take a pad and pen." ?Of course not," said Alan, scrambling to grab his stuff. ?He probably needs some help on my accounts." Alan walked quickly to the elevator and was upstairs within five minutes, seeing Mr. Cappa?s personal assistant. ?Go right in Miss Cummings," said the woman. ?He?s waiting for you." ?Sir, you called for me," said Alan as he walked in. ?Damn," said Mr. Cappa, looking up. ?I heard you were pulling this off pretty well, but then someone told me you walked in and distracted some of the fellas today." ?Sir, that was certainly not my intention," Alan was getting nervous. ?This is all Claire?s doing. I?ve been given no choices sir." ?Yes, I?m aware son, sorry I mean Alicia," Mr. Cappa caught himself. ?You know that Claire is a fiery one, isn?t she? But I?ll have to say it?s no surprise that she?s treating you just like she would anyone else here. She?s leaving no stone unturned. She always has been a perfectionist." ?You?re telling me?" said Alan, cracking a smile. ?Well, I just wanted to see for myself so you can get back to work now, Miss Cummings," said Mr. Cappa. ?Oh that?s all, sir?" said Alan. ?I thought maybe you need some help with things. Well, I?m always here to help sir, so please don?t hesitate to call on me for anything." ?That?s good to know, Alicia," said Mr. Cappa. ?You know, why don?t you follow me up to the board room for a moment." ?Of course sir." Alan followed Mr. Cappa, and it was strange sashaying down the hall next to his boss, wearing a tight skirt. It was also extremely awkward standing next to him in the elevator as Mr. Cappa looked down and Alan wondered if he was staring at the floor or his legs, or just avoiding eye contact. ?After you, dear," said Mr. Cappa, holding the door as the elevator opened. Alan felt really uncomfortable with Mr. Cappa behind him, hearing nothing but the sound of his heels clicking on the marble as they walked down the formal corridor towards the board room. As he turned the corner, he saw the glass walled board room filled with his colleagues, and realized it was the regular monthly sales meeting. ?Sir, I don?t have my forecasts," said Alan, stopping a few feet from the door. ?I?m sorry. I?ll run back down and quickly get them." ?You won?t be needing them, Cummings. Now come on," said his boss, passing him now and tapping his elbow gently as Alan followed him in. ?Of course sir," said Alan, almost shitting as he was making eye contact with a number of his old buddies who were looking him up and down as he walked in. ?Gentlemen, for those of you that do not know her, this is Miss Cummings," said Mr. Cappa, causing a little stir. ?Settle down please. Settle down! Some of you may know her from her past role in our organization, but right now Alicia is an extremely valuable executive administrative assistant downstairs, working for Claire. I expect all of you will welcome her and make her feel appreciated." The room broke out in a combination of applause and laughter as Alan stood there as embarrassed as humanly possible. He made eye contact with a number of his old buddies, who could barely control themselves as Mr. Cappa regained order to the room. ?Ok Miss Cummings, you may precede," said Mr. Cappa, tapping him lightly. ?Proceed, sir?" whispered Alan. ?Sir, I mentioned I didn?t have my projections, and also there isn?t even a chair for me here sir?" ?Oh sorry, you won?t be needing any of that," whispered Mr. Cappa, before speaking up. ?Gentlemen, please settle down and give Miss Cummings your breakfast order so we may get this meeting underway. Go ahead Miss Cummings, I?m sure you know how this is handled, and please do it quickly." Alan never felt so belittled as he opened his pad, walking up to every person one at a time, quietly taking their coffee and breakfast order as Mr. Cappa began lecturing. It was beyond humiliating as his colleagues that knew who he was were enjoying this to no end, and the others that didn?t were checking him out. He could see his good friends making faces and lude sexual gestures, teasing him behind everyone?s back as he was beyond annoyed, feeling a pinch on his ass before he finally finished the order. He left to place the order and then returned about thirty minutes later, serving the group as quickly as he could like a good little waitress, almost running from the room as he finished. ?It?s about time," said Claire, looking at her watch as he was happily back at his desk working. ?I heard you made quite the impression with the boys today." ?Please, Claire," replied Alan. ?I?m trying not to think about it. That was demoralizing." ?Well, now you know how you disgusting sales assholes can make us feel sometimes now," said Claire. ?If anything, it was a good perspective that you may have gained." ?It?s one I really wish I hadn?t, but I guess you?re right," said Alan. ?Get back to work now," said Claire. ?As we both know this put you further behind." ?I?ll work through lunch again, and I expected to be here late today anyway," said Alan. ?Good" said Claire, nodding as she started walking away. ?I already planned on that. Your car is planned to bring you for your make up lesson at 7pm." Alan went back to work, barely leaving his desk until about 4pm, when Chrissy and Shirley broke his work trance. Boys always love the blondes, Alicia," said Shirley, plopping some flowers on his desk and Chrissy followed with a box of chocolates. ?They?re such jerks," said Alan, reading the card and seeing it was from his friends in sales, goofing around with him before going back to work. ?Please, they?re jealous," said Chrissy. ?Honestly, I?ve seen some of the girls they?ve been with and they don?t look half as good as you, Alicia." Alan went back to work, barely looking up again as most of the other girls had already gone home. ?Yes, I?m sorry. I didn?t realize the time," said Alan, finally hearing his phone ring as he looked up, realizing it was five after seven as he had worked hard without a break. ?I?ll be right down." Alicia logged off and then punched out before going down and getting in his car service. He gave Hannah no trouble as she taught him much more about applying his cosmetics, and had him practice over and over again. After almost two hours of lessons, Hannah finally finished up as he walked out with her closing the salon and jumped in his car heading home. He walked into his apartment exhausted, but was happily surprised at seeing his girlfriend half naked on his couch. ?Wow, now my day just got so much better," Alan was excited to see her. ?Well now, that?s a good thing," said Pam, getting up and walking over to him wearing nothing but one of his white business shirts before planting a soft kiss on his lips. ?Oh definitely," said Alan, enjoying the tender kiss. ?Glad to see you?re not worried about smearing our lipsticks anymore." ?Well, we?re not on our way to work, are we?" said Pam, putting her arm around his neck and looking into his eyes. ?Plus, I made sure mine is pink like yours, so we don?t look a disaster." ?Figures!" teased Alan. ?But I have to say it?s pretty weird me being in a skirt and you in my shirt, although I must say it looks much better on you." ?Awwweeee," sighed Pam, taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom. ?That?s sweet, but it?ll look much better on the floor, won?t it?" ?Damn right, it will," said Alan, kicking off his shoes and his jacket. ?Now you slip into something sexy we bought, and let?s have a little fun." Pam unbuttoned his blouse. ?Remember you promised!" ?Pam, come on, do I have to?" Alan whined a little as she dropped his skirt to the floor and she dropped to her knees, rubbing his crotch before pulling down his hose. ?Please don?t ruin the mood, honey!" said Pam. ?Ok?" said Alan, opening his dresser and searching through the top drawer. ?"You?re right!" He closed it, seeing nothing but underwear and then opened the next and then another, seeing a whole drawer of silk nightwear. ?Are you kidding me?" Alan held up a long silk red nightgown. ?You rearranged my entire dresser. I?ve got a panty drawer, another for nightgowns, and look at this drawer, it?s all panty hose and even girls?s socks. Did we really buy that much?" ?Well, it?s a month?s worth of clothes, honey," said Pam taking it and lifting it up. ?Now come slip it on and come over." ?Where?s all my stuff?" Alan asked, feeling the soft silk fabric slide over his head and down his body. ?Let?s worry about that later, honey," said Pam, looking at his bulge in his silk nightie and patting the bed as she lay back on it now. ?What the fuck, Pam?" cried Alan, ignoring him as he opened his closet. ?Where the hell is everything?" ?Yeah, about that. Your closets and dresser were a disaster, so I cleaned them out and organized them. You still need plenty more clothes, but they?re nice and neat now," said Pam. ?Your old stuff is in storage." ?Everything!" screamed Alan. ?Well, everything but the shirt on my back," teased Pam, tugging on the shirt she was in. ?I figured this one last touch would be fun." ?You?re fucking with me, right?" said Alan. ?Honey, I thought it would be better this way. Better for us," said Pam, looking at him lovingly. ?We discussed this and you promised me there?re be no jumping back and forth. I told you it was just too much for me, so come on forget that and let?s try this. Come to bed. It?ll be hard enough with me accepting you as a woman." ?I said that to shut you up, and get laid Pam," screamed Alan. ?I didn?t mean for you to really take all my guy shit out of here. This is fucking ridiculous. I?m no woman." ?You?re right. You?re not. Women are not this insensitive!" screamed Pam, throwing the pillows from the bed at him. ?You?re a fucking dick, just like the one you?ll need to jerk off on your own tonight. I?ve fucking had it with you." ?Pam, come on," said Alan as she ran from the bedroom. ?Don?t be like that? Don?t be a?" ?Like what? Finish the sentence." Pam was crying as she pulled on her pants and shoes. ?Pam, please?" Alan pleaded with her. ?I?m done with this shit," said Pam, wiping her tears and pulling herself together. ?You did all this to yourself with your arrogance. You did this to us. I wanted to make it work with Alicia and ride this out with you, but I can?t take it anymore. I just can?t." ?Pam, you?re being a drama queen here," Alan told her. ?You?re just being emotional. Is it that time of the month maybe?" ?Oh, I?m beyond emotional, but trust me I?m calm now," said Pam, putting on her coat and taking a few deep breaths. ?I?ve organized everything for you, and you?ve had some training, but whatever you?ve had you?ll have to figure out how to use it, starting tomorrow. I?m sorry, but you?re on your own from here on. I?m fucking done with you, and whether it?s that time of the month or not, you?ll never know because that shit is closed down from your sorry little dick from ever entering again!" ?Pam, stop," said Alan, getting in front of her and the door. ?Please, I?m sorry!" ?Move over, Alicia." Pam pushed him away from the door. ?This apartment is way too small for two queens, so it?s time for the drama queen to leave. Enjoy being the main queen, and good luck, because you?re going to need it." ?Pam, don?t be like this," Alan begged as she marched down the hall, and then, as the elevator door was closing. ?Pam!"