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Miss May's Atonement Part 1 of 2 Belladonna [Author's Note: Based on an idea by Mitzi and Gastoni] Brandon Stewart sat in silence beside his wife while his attorney read the settlement proposal from Martha Duff's attorney. Brandon's gaze briefly drifted to the stony look his wife was giving him as the attorneys tried to settle the sexual harassment charges against Brandon and the company he had founded with his wife. Sarah Gordon glared at her husband while the attorney she had hired for the company made changes to the terms of the settlement proposal and passed them back to Martha's attorney. Sarah shook her head and mentally thanked her mother for pressing her to keep her last name when she married Brandon. While Martha's attorney exited the room to discuss the proposed changes with her, Sarah continued to glare at her husband in the silent room. She shook her head, still struggling to believe he had been stupid enough to do what he had done. Although Brandon had a long history of saying inappropriate things to his employees and flirting with them, Sarah had never had a problem with it since Brandon had always shown that he knew the limitations. He never laid a hand on the girls and never had an affair. Despite her distaste for his verbal behavior, Sarah had tolerated it because of the lack of a physical element to it. That restraint had helped foster the trust that Sarah had in her husband and business partner. That trust, however, was permanently destroyed by one act by her husband. While the other girls in the office had long dealt with Brandon's advances in a playful way, none had ever given him the idea that his advances were having on any effect on them except Martha. It was one reaction from her that prompted Brandon's mind to race. He saw the woman who was twenty years younger than himself and his wife coming on to him and lost control of himself for a moment. Believing his wife was out of the office for rest of the day with a business associate, behind the closed door of his office, Brandon moved in close towards Martha. Not realizing that Martha was merely playing along with him, as she felt the other girls did to get ahead in the company, Brandon moved closer towards her. His hand then crept under her skirt as he forced his lips onto those of the appalled girl. A shriek came from Martha's lips as Brandon's lips moved away from hers. A forcible slap followed as the door to his office drew open. Brandon stood froze as his wife looked at Martha's irritate face. Sarah's eyes immediately darted to Brandon's face. She saw the traces of Martha's recently applied, crimson red lipstick on his lips. That image that she could not escape for long devastated Sarah. The act of betrayal from her husband was a crippling blow to her and her own perception of her own attractiveness. Sarah's fears about her husband's love waning as she aged became confirmed as she looked over the younger woman he had forced himself upon. The fact that he did it at work, and thereby endangering the business they had built together, only made the betrayal worse. As Martha stormed out of the office, Sarah followed her and pulled her aside, leaving Brandon to stew as he silently rued the stupidity of his actions. Despite Sarah's efforts, Martha decided to bring the lawsuit the moment she had passed through Brandon's doorway. It was Sarah, however, who had engaged in the negations to that point with Martha and their attorneys while Brandon was left on the sidelines. Despite his position as the CEO and President of the Company, Brandon had effectively lost all of his power in the company the moment Sarah made her discovery. Sarah was operating the company as the Vice President and had taken over all day-to-day operations. Brandon was relegated to little more than a figure head confined to his office where he largely sat alone in silence all day, doing little at all. Brandon accepted the situation since he knew that he was in a tenuous position as his wife owned 50 percent of the company and was contemplating a divorce. Brandon wanted to keep his wife and his company, so he accepted her dominance over him in the short term in the hopes that he could rehabilitate himself enough in her eyes to let things return to how they had been. Martha and her attorney walked back into room and sat down at the table. Martha's attorney advised Sarah's attorney that the proposed changes were acceptable. With that, Martha signed the agreement and pushed the same toward Sarah's attorney. Sarah's attorney looked over at Sarah before she slid the document towards her for execution. Once she signed the document, Sarah passed it onto Brandon. Brandon had never seen the terms of the agreement before, but from the first page, he could tell that Sarah had agreed to retain and promote Martha. The revelation made Brandon peruse the document and shake his head as he read the terms. "Are you kidding me?" He asked the attorney his wife had hired. "What?" "How could you give this to me to sign?" "It's in the best interests of the company," she replied. "What about me?" "I was retained to represent the company, Brandon, not you personally." "I am the company," Brandon retorted. "The hell you are," Sarah snarled. Brandon sunk down in his chair as he heard his wife's angry tone before the company's attorney advised, "Not in the eyes of the law. You and the company are very separate and distinct." "I'm not signing this," Brandon exclaimed. "Oh, you're not. Well, let me explain something, Brandon. If you don't sign it, I'm walking out of here and getting the best divorce lawyer I can find," Sarah rejoined. "There has to be a better way." "This settlement preserves the company we created. We built this from the ground up and you endangered it once. Now, you're going to potentially destroy this company again just because you don't like some of the terms." "Some of the terms?" Brandon replied incredulously to his wife's forceful words. "Yes, it's nothing much." "Nothing much? They call for me to work as a fucking secretary for a year." "It'll do you some good," Martha interjected before her lawyer gave her a stern look to advise her to not interject. "She's right," Sarah added before she continued, "It'll do you some good to see what it's like to stand in the shoes of the girls you've been flirting with all these years." "How so?" Brandon asked as he threw his hands up in the air. "If you felt as powerless as they do, maybe you'd be a little less of a martinet cad," Sarah answered. "Screw that. I'd rather just pay her some money to go away." "Sir, my client will not just go away for some money," Martha's attorney interjected as Martha nodded. Sarah pointed to them and said, "See, not everything is about money, Brandon." "She just wants to humiliate me." "That seems fair given how much you mortified me and her," Sarah retorted. "Why am I giving up access to my back accounts for a year?" Brandon asked. Martha answered, "Because I want you to live like a real secretary, scrapping by on the salary of one of those girls you flirt with and make dirty jokes about." "You'll have it better though since you'll be living in my home," Sarah added. "It says I have to work a full year as a secretary before I can even access my money again!" "Would you rather lose your business and half your money forever by not settling?" Sarah asked. "No, but I'm not fucking doing it. I'm not. End of discussion!" "Really? So you're going to severely hamper the company's image and finances just to serve your worthless pride? You selfish jackass!" "You're angry! You can't comprehend what you're really asking me to do," Brandon rejoined. "I don't! Okay, you've got it. I'm just so irrational right now. I must be on my period. I guess that guides everything I do. Maybe you can go with that to understand why I'm going to release certain racist pictures when we divorce. I remember how funny you thought they were," Sarah replied with sarcasm dripping from her every word. Brandon gulped as he processed his wife's threat. He knew how devastating the revelation of the pictures and the lawsuit would be on his reputation and his business. Brandon clutched the pen and signed the document before he passed it back to his company's attorney and hung his head. "Let's get a duplicate original," Martha's attorney said with a smile before she exited the room. She came back with another copy for Brandon to sign a few minutes later and told them that Martha would terminate the suit shortly. As Martha and her attorney left the room for the final time, Brandon looked over to his wife and asked, "How is this really going to help me?" "This year is going to let you understand the fairer sex a little." "What, just by being a secretary?" "You know the dress code you instituted as well as I," Sarah rejoined with a menacing grin. "Wait? The dress code was written for women." "You didn't write it that way," Sarah replied. "I can't comply with that dress code!" "Oh, you will or you will face steep consequences," Sarah responded. "I never agreed to that." Sarah clasped the settlement agreement and found the clause where Brandon agreed to be a secretary for a year and pushed it towards him as she shouted, "Yes, you did." "That's not with this means," Brandon replied. "What makes you so special that you don't have to comply with the dress code you instituted because you said it made things look better? I've always known this was just your code for making the girls look sexier by making them all wear heels." "You can't be serious?" "You imposed the heels, you live in the heels," Sarah retorted. "That can't apply to a man!" "Your backward thinking never contemplated the eventually of a man in your position. You should have made the code gender specific, but I guess you would never think about hiring a man for a secretarial position," Sarah lectured in response. "I'm not doing it," Brandon said as he slammed the table and got to his feet. The company's attorney pulled at the collar of her jacket as she interjected, "Brandon, you're more than free to walk out the door, but if you do, please note that your joint bank accounts become solely the possession of your wife. She'll take possession of your shares of the company too." Brandon stared blankly at her before the attorney shrugged while she added, "Just some food for thought." Sarah nodded as she looked at him and said with a laugh, "Go on, and give me everything. That will sure show me." "Sarah, please change the rule." "No can do. That rules stays until your year is up, then it's up to you to change," Sarah replied. Brandon hung his head, believing that his wife had him under her total control. Brandon figured that if he did his year in heels, there was still a chance that his wife would keep him around. Brandon also figured that he could sell his part of the company if he concluded that he could not reassert his dominance of the office once his year in skirts was up. Brandon sighed as he relented and said, "Okay." Sarah smirked as she stood up and shook the hand of the company's attorney before they said goodbye. As they left the office building, Sarah began to pull Brandon by the arm as they walked through the parking lot. "Where are we going?" Brandon asked. "To go shopping for my little working girl," Sarah responded with a mocking glee. Brandon felt uneasy as he got into the passenger's seat of his wife's car. Sarah drove them to a store on that was on their way home and parked the car. Brandon gave an anxious look at the storefront's name, realizing that the store clearly specialized in the sale of women's attire. Sarah did not give him much time to dawdle as she clasped his arm and continued pulling him towards the door to the store. "Come along, I've got just the thing for you," Sarah said as she began pulling towards the suiting. "Is this really necessary?" Brandon asked. "Well, you have to look the part. Don't worry. We don't want to give the girls that much of a shock, so we'll go a little light on your first day." Brandon was going to ask what Sarah meant, but they came to a stop before a rack of pantsuits. As Brandon examined the pantsuit in Sarah's hand, he knew that there would no passing it off for a man's suit given the collar and tapered waist of the jacket. Sarah smiled as she saw the wary look on her husband face before she said, "Try it on." "Here?" Brandon asked in a low voice. "Where else is my secretary going to try it on?" Sarah countered in a stern voice that attracted some attention from the women in the store. Brandon blushed as he took the pantsuit from his wife and looked for the dressing room before Sarah led him towards it. The clerk standing before the doors asked Sarah what she would be trying on. Sarah gave the clerk a blank stare before a grin came across her face as she replied, "I won't be trying on anything, my dear. My husband just has to try on this lovely suit for his first day at his new job." The clerk gave Sarah a disbelieving look until she saw the utter embarrassment on Brandon's face. Slightly taken aback, the clerk composed herself and showed Brandon to the vacant dressing room. As Brandon slipped into the stall and began to remove his pants, he heard the clerk say to his wife in a low tone, "Is he seriously trying it on?" "Is he your first?" Sarah said in a loud tone, making clear to the clerk that they were not trying to be covert. Brandon shook his head as he removed his jacket before he took the pants of the suit off the hanger as he heard the clerk reply, "I've had other guys here, Miss, but they're usually shopping with other guys." "Oh, do you know when they come by? My husband could use some tranny friends," Sarah replied, prompting Brandon to shake his head in disgust. "I'm not like those freaks," Brandon muttered to himself as he pulled his pants up and fastened the concealed rear zipper. As he turned towards the mirror in the room, he said to himself, "Shit! You can see my underwear," as he stared at the lines of his briefs that were visibly through the thin pants. His words prompted laughter from his wife and the clerk. Sarah then shouted, "Come on, dear, and show us how you look." "Sarah, please..." "No, buts Mister," Sarah retorted. Brandon shuddered as he reached for the jacket and placed it on over his plain white, button down shirt. He then quickly opened the door to the stall and peeked out the door. "Don't hide yourself. Come out so we can see you," Sarah said as she saw his head peek out of the doorway. Brandon saw the determined look in his wife's eye and knew that failing to comply was not an option if he ever wanted to gain access to his money again. Brandon swallowed hard as he walked upon the bottoms of his pants while Sarah and the clerk sized him up. Sarah gave Brandon a smug smirk as she looked over her partially feminized husband who struck her as nothing like the charming lothario he had long believed himself to be. Sarah turned to the salesclerk, who was fighting the urge to laugh, and asked, "What do you think?" "I don't know if that suits really him," she replied after composing herself. "Sarah, these pants will really have to be taken up," Brandon added, thinking he was helping his cause. His response prompted Sarah and the clerk to laugh before Sarah responded, "Brandon, you're going to be wearing heels, so those pants wont be draping on the ground, you silly sissy." "How high of heels are you talking about?" Brandon asked. "Given the way those pant legs are scrapping the ground, I'd say three inches, at least," the clerk answered while his wife nodded along. Brandon stared at her in silence, already aware that his wife fully intended for him to wear heels to work each day for a year. Sarah turned to the clerk and asked, "So do you have a foot size measurer." "Of course, one second," the clerk replied as she scurried off and retrieved one from behind the counter where she had stood. Sarah led Brandon and the clerk back to the stall he had been in before and sat him down. The clerk measured Brandon's foot and told Sarah what size wore. With that, Sarah smiled at Brandon and said, "Be a dear and wait here while I go find a pair of shoes for you." "You're going to leave me in here?" Brandon responded as he crossed his arms. "Well, you're welcome to follow me to the shoe department if you want." "Okay, let me get changed..." "There's no time for that. You either come along, now, or wait here for me, understood?" Brandon nodded. Brandon feared that she was planning to leave him at the store without any money or a phone since she had taken those things away from him soon after the incident at work. Despite those fears, Brandon felt the risk was better than walking around the store in a woman's suit. Brandon sat back down in the stall and hid inside it. It felt like an eternity passed before Brandon finally heard his wife speaking with the clerk again. As he heard her voice, Brandon got to his feet and opened the door to the stall. Sarah walked in with a padded bra, blouse and heels in her hand. Brandon stared uneasily at all three items before Sarah made him take off his shirt and jacket. She slipped his arms through the bra straps before she hooked it behind his back. With the bra secured, Sarah took hold of the blouse and helped Brandon put it on before she buttoned it up for him. As she finished, Brandon realized that the sleeves were only three-quarters in length. While he knew looking manly was an impossibility given his circumstances, Brandon was not at all happy about the appearance of the top. As Brandon continued to bemoan his feminine clothing in silence, Sarah ordered him to take a seat once more. Sarah worked the heels onto his feet and told him to stand up. Brandon struggled to get to his feet as he felt his weight shifted unevenly beneath him. "Don't worry, walking them will be second nature in twelve months," Sarah replied with a smirk before she made him walk out of the stall and over to the three-sided mirror in the dressing room. As Brandon tottered on his heels like a young girl in her mother's shoes, the clerk let out a brief snicker before she composed herself and told Sarah that the outfit she picked out for her husband looked wonderful. Brandon blushed at the clerk's words before Sarah advised him that he would be wearing that exact outfit to work the next day. The idea of doing so filled Brandon with dread, but he knew what he had signed. He figured that there was no getting out of it, so he resigned himself to his fate. Sarah then told Brandon to put his clothes back on. Once he finished, they took the clothes and shoes Sarah selected to the cashier. After Sarah paid the bill for the clothes, she led Brandon towards the front door. Brandon blushed as he followed behind her before Sarah suddenly jerked his arm and brought him into the restroom. "Sarah this is the ladies' room," Brandon whined. "Brandon, there's no men's room here, so this is technically a unisex bathroom," Sarah chided her husband in response. "But, still...." "You need a place to change." "To change into what?" Brandon asked, instantly regretting his question as the answer became obvious to him. Sarah shook the large bag in her hand before she handed it to him. Brandon sighed as he took the bag from her hand and entered the stall. He quickly changed into the outfit she had selected for him before he opened the stall to face her. "That's a good girl," Sarah said with a smile as he emerged from the stall. "Sarah, please..." Sarah shook her head as she opened the bathroom door and pointed for him to walk through it. Brandon felt sick to his stomach as he walked out the door. He hurried as best he could to the front door of the building that was only a short distance away. His unfamiliarity with his heels, however, made it seem much farther away than it really was. Brandon could feel the eyes of other women upon him. He heard a few laughing as he made his way to the door with his heels clicking on the tiles beneath him. It was only after he made his way through the front door that he realized his wife was sauntering behind him. Brandon gave her a pleading look to hurry up as others walked towards the store with looks that ranged between bewilderment, amusement and derision. Sarah continued at her own meandering pace as she headed for her car with Brandon in toe. The cutting words and laughter from the store's patrons rang in Brandon's ear as he waited to enter the car. Sarah waited until she fully situated herself before she unlocked the doors to let Brandon inside. Brandon hurriedly entered the car and felt mortified by what had transpired. He turned to Sarah to shout at her before she said in a stern voice, "You only feel about half as mortified as Martha did when you forced yourself on her." A feeling of shame overtook Brandon as he wondered if his wife's assessment was correct. Sarah then started the car and drove them towards their home. Sarah pulled the car into the garage, and Brandon carried the bag containing his clothing into the home while he followed behind his wife. Once he stepped onto the wood floor, Brandon heard his heels clicking louder than they seemed to sound when he was out in public. Brandon looked towards his wife and asked, "Can I take this stuff off now?" Sarah shook her head as she said, "No, I want you to keep it on as a reminder of who you are now." "But I look ridiculous." "I suppose your right, your face could use a little more color," Sarah replied with a mischievous grin. The look on his wife's face scarred Brandon as Sarah pulled him towards the bathroom. She threw open a drawer and removed her makeup bag. "Here you are honey," Sarah said menacingly as she took out a lipstick container and held it in front of him. Brandon looked at her vacantly before she shouted, "Put it on." Brandon continued to stare vacantly at her as he did not move an inch, prompting Sarah to open the container and clutch his face with her left hand while her right smeared the lipstick onto his lips. "There you are! A little crimson red on your lips, just like you like," Sarah said through a sneer. Brandon blushed at her words, knowing that she was referring to the proof of his unwanted kiss that was left upon his lips. Sarah then reached into her bag and began applying more makeup to his face. As she applied the blush, foundation, eye shadow and mascara, Brandon felt foolish even as his increasingly feminine looking face slightly turned him on for reasons he did not understand and did not even want to. With his makeup done, Sarah reached into medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Gel. "What's that for?" Brandon asked since he never used gel in his hair. "I'm going to make something of that rat's nest that you call hair." Brandon knew better than to ask what she was going to do as Sarah wetted down his hair before she squirted gel into her hands and began rubbing it through his hair. Brandon looked at the angry look in his wife's eye as she ran his hands through his hair. "There's my Ellen Degenerate. No girl would even bother to fake interest in you now," Sarah said with a sneer as she took a step away from him before she washed her hands. Brandon stared at his feminized appearance in the mirror in silence as he never felt more uneasy than he did while his wife continued to look him over. Sarah then clasped his hand and brought him towards the stairs. Brandon stumbled upon them as he landed his heels awkwardly before he crawled up the stairs on all fours behind Sarah. As he reached the base of the stairs, Sarah slapped his rear forcefully before she told him to enter their bedroom. While they entered the bedroom, Sarah saw the erection that was poking at Brandon's thin pants. "Are you fucking serious?" Sarah said with a look of disgust. "What?" Sarah pointed at Brandon's groin before he promptly blushed as he put his hands over it. "This is supposed to be a punishment," Sarah replied incredulously. "I'm just so attracted to you," Brandon replied with a half lie. Sarah could not believe Brandon's words. She sat down on the bed and told him to come over to her. She jerked his arm, causing him to lose his balance and land over her lap. Before Brandon could get up, she reached over to her nightstand and grabbed her hair brush. Brandon let out a squeal as Sarah struck him forcefully three times. By the third strike, Sarah could feel his manhood throbbing against her legs. Sarah shrieked, "My God! What doesn't get you off, you sick perv!" Sarah shoved him as she moved to get up, causing Brandon to fall upon the floor. As she glared at him with a look of disgust, she shouted at Brandon to tell him to go and sleep in the guest bedroom. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Brandon awoke to the sound of the alarm clock he had set the night before. Brandon forced himself out of bed, dressed only in the briefs he had been wearing under his new clothes the night before. Brandon turned towards the bed and saw the residue of the makeup he had not removed the night before on his pillowcase. After recoiling at the sight, Brandon hurried towards the bathroom to relieve himself. As he did so, he saw his robe resting on the back of the bathroom door. Brandon placed the robe on and headed down the stairs where his wife was waiting for him in the kitchen. "Good morning. What are you making today?" Sarah asked. Brandon gave her a strange look as he only made breakfast on the weekend. After a brief period of reflection, Brandon decided it was best to comply with his wife's apparent request. He replied, "I was thinking eggs and bacon." Sarah nodded before she turned her attention to the paper in her hands as Brandon often did in the morning while she prepared his meal. Brandon made breakfast for the two of them before he placed the plate upon the table before her. As they ate the breakfast Brandon had cooked, Sarah told Brandon, "I don't want a repeat of yesterday, so I need you tuck away your little dumb guy." Ignoring his displeasure about having his penis described as both little and dumb, Brandon replied, "What do you mean tuck?" "You're going to pull your little dick between your legs and pull up your panties to snugly hold it in place."' "My panties?" "I'm going to give you two pairs of mine to wear." "Won't they be a little tight?" "Yes, but that's for the best," Sarah replied. Brandon did not agree with her assessment, but he felt that he was not in a position to argue. After they finished eating, Brandon cleared the table while Sarah headed up the stairs. Brandon joined her upstairs after he finished cleaning the plates and frying pan. Once Brandon got up the stairs, Sarah directed him to take a shower. Brandon did so without putting to much thought into the process. Brandon stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his body. As he drew the door to the bathroom open, he saw Sarah standing before the door. Sarah's presence slightly startled Brandon before she pushed past him. Sarah began to disrobe while she told him that his outfit was left for him in the guestroom. Brandon nodded as he walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Brandon walked into the guest bedroom and shot a sickened look towards the outfit that Sarah had purchased for him the day before as it rested in the guest bedroom. Sarah had supplemented the outfit by providing him with two pairs of panties she wore when she was bloated and a pair of black, sheer knee highs. Brandon dropped his towel before he placed on the first pair of panties and then put on the second pair. He knew that the two layers of panties were for additional support for his member, which he promptly tucked away as his wife advised at breakfast. Brandon then sat down on his bed and placed on the knee highs that Sarah had gotten for him. Remembering how his wife put them on, Brandon rolled them down before he unrolled them over his feet and ankles. Brandon wiggled his toes in the knee highs that felt strangely alluring to him in contrast to his too tight panties that were hugging his groin and rear. Brandon's pleasure from the feeling of the silky fabric surrounding his feet was disconcerting to him, so he tried to put it out of mind as he placed on his padded bra and blouse before he took hold of his pants. Once Brandon drew the pants up his legs, he fastened the rear zipper and placed on the jacket that matched the pants of the suit. Brandon then stared apprehensively at the heels he knew he had to pair with the pants to get the bottoms of its legs off the floor. Brandon slid his feet into the shoes and was amazed at how much better they fit with the knee highs than they had with his socks the night before. Despite the better fit, Brandon found it no easier to walk in them as he headed back towards the bathroom where Sarah was finishing drying herself off. Brandon knocked upon the door to the bathroom, which Sarah promptly opened. She brought him into the bathroom and did his makeup and hair as she had the night before. Sarah then exited the bathroom to get dressed herself as she ordered Brandon to go downstairs and wait for her. Brandon complied with her order and waited for her while Sarah dressed. As Brandon waited for her on the couch, he stared down at the heels that rested on his feet and shook his head. The idea of going to work en femme sickened him to his core, but given his contract, Brandon figured that he had little say in the matter. The bra that pulled against his skin as he moved felt like a straight jacket to him, while his tight pants and heels seemed like manacles designed to keep him from running away from the predicament he found himself in. After twenty minutes, Sarah came down the stairs and led Brandon out of the home and towards her car. Brandon got into the car and fidgeted uncomfortably in the passenger seat as Sarah pulled the car out of the garage. While Sarah drove them down the street, Brandon watched the passing cars with a wary look. He hated being driven around by his wife, but he had not resisted her walk towards the driver's side door of the car and quiet insistence that he join her. Given his heels, Brandon was happy enough not to drive, however, as he found it hard enough to try to figure out how to walk in them. As the car continued down the highway, Brandon's thoughts invariably turned towards what the workday would have in store for him. He wondered just how much of a shock the deal that he had agreed to would cause in the office. Brandon figured that he was in for serious abuse from his employees given his feminized appearance. Brandon knew that if he was in their shoes, he would be merciless towards a man in heels. Brandon zoned out for a bit as his eyes fixated on how his long pants rested over his pumps. The knowledge that he was wearing nothing but feminine clothing made him sick to his stomach. After some time, Brandon finally raised his head and caught sight of the office building he worked in coming into view. Brandon began to nervously clasp his hands as the car drew ever closer to the building. Brandon turned towards his wife and softly begged, "Sarah, please don't make me do this." Sarah turned towards her husband as she pulled the car into the parking lot and noted, "It's too late, Emily." "Emily?" Brandon shrieked. "That's the name Martha and I settled on for what to call you during work hours." "Emily?" Brandon repeated. "Yes, we can't call you Brandon. What would any stranger office think if they heard us call you Brandon?" "I guess you're right," Brandon admitted. "I sure am Miss May." Brandon gave his wife a strange look as she pulled into the parking space reserved for her. Sarah put the car in the park and turned towards her husband as she added, "That's your last name, dear." Brandon spoke the name out loud as he tried to process what was going on, "Emily May." Sarah smirked as she opened her door and stepped out of the car. Brandon sat still, not wanting to follow her. This prompted Sarah to walk towards the passenger side door and pull it open for Brandon. "What are you doing?" Brandon asked in an uneasy tone." "Opening the door for my lady," Sarah replied with a grin that could not hide the maliciousness of her tone. Brandon knew that his wife was still out for revenge. Given his signature on the contract, Brandon realized that she had complete control of the situation. If he backed out, Brandon knew that he would be left with nothing, and he would, essentially, have to start his life over. The thought of divorcing his wife after a year of hell if things did not workout struck Brandon as the better alternative than failing to comply with the terms of the agreement. Brandon clasped the frame of the car doorway to steady himself as he stepped out of the car. Brandon clasped his pocketbook as Sarah led him into the building. As he walked beside her, he was relieved that no one was paying them much attention to them as everyone focused on their own issues. Once the doorway to their office came into view, however, Brandon realized that the luxury of anonymity was going to be gone. There would be no disguising what he once was from his employees. Sarah opened the door to office and said with a smirk and malicious glean in her eyes, "After you." As they walked through the door, the office manager rushed up to Sarah to give her message. "Sarah...," Christiana Hale began to say before she came to a stop as she recognized the face of the woman that had entered the office beside Sarah. Christiana stifled the urge to laugh before Sarah said, "There will be an announcement a little later. Just try to keep things to yourself for a few more minutes." Christiana sucked her lips into her mouth as she nodded and tried to avoid staring at Brandon too much. Brandon then followed his wife towards their offices before Sarah led him into his. As Brandon stepped through the open doorway he saw Martha sitting behind the desk. Sarah closed the door behind them before Martha told Brandon to have a seat. "What's up?" Brandon asked with some hesitation as he sat down in the guest chair. "While you know that you'll be taking on a new assignment around here with the girls, we wanted to let you know that Martha has been promoted to Vice President, while I've taken on your old job." "Her? She's the best you could do?" Brandon asked in earnest. Martha gave him an angry look as she shot back, "You know I have a Master's." "Dime a dozen," Brandon replied as both Martha and Sarah shook their heads. "Well, your objections not withstanding, I've decided to go forward with her," Sarah retorted. Brandon's eyes drifted to the floor as he heard his wife's words and knew that his words and opinions carried no weight in the office. Given the settlement, Brandon was well aware that he was in no position to fight against his wife's decision. "So, I'm guessing this is her office now?" Brandon asked for confirmation of the obvious. Sarah nodded before she said, "Are you ready to make the big announcement." Brandon shook his head, feeling the need to think for a few more seconds. "Well, time is up," Sarah replied as she moved towards the door and drew it open. Martha got up and motioned for Brandon to as well. They headed into the main area of the office, where Sarah called for her workers' attention. Brandon saw the snickering faces of his former employees, whom he was sure had gotten word of his feminization from Christiana, who he knew was a gossip. Brandon could see that more than a few of his employees were shocked by how he actually looked. He wondered if they thought he was as passable a woman as he thought himself to be. Sarah explained the new corporate hierarchy to her employees, which she noted was part of the settlement of Martha's lawsuit against the company. The workers listened intently. Brandon's face turned red as he heard the audible laughter that greeted his wife's announcement of his new, lowly role in the office. Once Sarah completed her announcement, she let her employees get back to work. She then ordered Brandon to take a seat at the open desk among the support staff workers that was now reserved for him. As Brandon sat down at the desk that was placed among the three support staff workers he was expected to work beside, he could tell that the girls were sizing him up. Brandon gave a wary look to Christiana, the office manager who he would now be reporting to. The idea of reporting to a woman seemed emasculating to him, but it was the knowledge that he had long been Christiana's boss that made his future toiling beneath her all the more humiliating. Christiana crossed her black sheer pantyhose covered legs as she looked him over with a smirk. Brandon waited for a demeaning word, but she was holding her tongue for the moment. Brandon's eyes then wandered over to Betsy McCall. Betsy was a tomboyish girl who wore pants almost exclusively and was wearing a pantsuit with one inch block heels. Brandon was never happy about hiring her given his preference for girly women, but his wife insisted on hiring her given her qualifications. Elle Pratt, the other secretary, was the polar opposite of Betsy. She was a girly girl that Brandon had insisted on hiring. She never missed an opportunity to wear a dress or skirt and always paired it with heels and tights, stocking or pantyhose. Brandon turned his attention towards his computer screen for a moment, prompting Elle to ask Christiana, "Did the new girl introduce herself?" Brandon glared at Elle as she rubbed her hands over the patterned tights covering her knee. Christiana responded, "No, I don't think Emily said anything. Why don't you tell us about yourself, girlfriend?" Christiana's words prompted smiles and laughs from Elle and Betsy as Brandon squirmed uncomfortably before Christiana prodded him to talk about himself again. "What do you want me to say?" Brandon asked. "How about a little about you," Elle replied. "Well, I'm a Sagittarius...," Brandon began to respond as he rolled his eyes. "No, I meant tell us about your life. Are you married? Is there a special man in your life? Things like that," Elle replied with a straight face as the other girls laughed at Brandon's continuing squirming. "I think you know," Brandon replied, blushing. "I told you she was a lesbian." Brandon gave Christiana a strange look before Elle added, "Yes, she does look like Ellen DeGeneres." "What the fuck?" Brandon uttered audibly to the girl's amusement since he was clearly peeved by the comparison. "The Hillary Clinton pantsuit is a real winner too," Christiana added to Elle's laughter, while Betsy cringed a little, as pantsuits made up the majority of her workplace attire. Brandon gave Betsy a pleading look, hoping that she would come to his defense and form some sort of kinship with him given their similar looks. Betsy was aware of their similarities. They, however, humiliated her, as she knew that she was really a woman, and was a heterosexual one at that. Realizing that Betsy would not come to his defense, Brandon said, "Girls, aren't we supposed to be working?" "If you insist," Christiana replied. "I do," Brandon responded, trying to project some of the authority that had been stripped from him. Christiana laughed at his strong tone and noted, "That sounded weird, girlfriend. Why don't you just file away the documents on Elle's desk?" "There has to be a better use of my..." "Your what? Ass grabbing hands? Teenage hormones? Dirty mouth? We're running a business here, Emily, not a strip club," Christiana chided. "What?" Brandon responded as he recoiled at Christiana's words. Christiana glared at Brandon as she replied, "Emily, I'm your boss. I'll decide what the best use of whatever you consider to be your talents." Brandon scowled at the condescension in Christiana's tone, but he was in too precarious of a situation to strike back at her the way he wanted to. Brandon swiped angrily at the files on Elle's desk and scooped them up. As he carried them towards the file cabinets, he heard Betsy laughing while Elle and Christiana giggled at his predicament. Brandon continued to grimace as he opened the file cabinets up and began to file away the documents. The process took him over an hour given the sheer volume of files that had built up on Elle's desk as she put off the task in favor of others that kept her at her desk where she could make small talk with Christiana and Betsy while she worked. Brandon was happy to be away from them, but he disliked the laughs that his other employees were having at his expense as they walked by and saw him filing documents away like any other admin in the office. When Brandon finished with his task, he walked back over to his desk and felt relieved to get off his heeled feet for a moment after being forced to stand and walk around for an hour. Shortly after he sat down, Christiana turned to him and said, "Emily?" "Yes?" Brandon replied. "Can you get me a cup of coffee, babe?" Brandon wanted to ask why she could not get it herself, but he swallowed his pride as he asked, "How do you like it?" "With just a little milk and sugar," Christiana responded as she held up her coffee cup. Brandon placed his hand on the desk to steady himself as he got to his heeled feet before he walked over to Christiana. He took the cup from her hand before he headed into the kitchenette. Brandon made Sarah a cup of coffee the way she requested and carried it over to her. She gave him a patronizing thank you for doing so that grated him. He managed to keep himself calm as he replied, "Your welcome," before he sat back down. As Brandon opened his email account, he saw a number of tasks that Christiana wanted him to take care of. The first was to inventory all the supplies in the closet. It was a task that he had repeatedly requested the girls get on over the prior months, but they kept putting it off, saying that they were understaffed. Brandon understood that Christiana was making good use of having a new subordinate to spread the work amongst. Brandon got to his feet again with some effort and walked over to the closet with a steno pad in hand. Brandon took the time to go through each item in the closet and write down the exact number that they had on hand. He starred whatever he felt that they needed to order more of as he went through the items while he felt his feet begin to bark from his continued standing and walking on them in the cramped closet space. As Brandon finished inventorying most of the closet, he turned his attention to the top shelves. Brandon shot an anxious look towards the stool that was in the closet for reaching the top shelf. While he did not trust his ability to stand on it in heels, he knew that the girls similarly situated to himself had to do so regularly. Brandon felt his stomach begin to flutter as he stepped onto the stool. Brandon felt nervous as he felt his weight shifting beneath him while he leaned towards the shelves to identify what was being stored on the top shelves. Once he finished, Brandon felt relieved. He placed the pad down on a shelf before he clasped the shelf and pushed his other hand against the wall as he carefully dismounted from the stool. Brandon then carried the inventory list over to Christiana. Christiana took it without saying a word of thanks. Brandon fought the urge to scowl at her as he took a seat at his desk. As he did so, he heard Elle ask, "Emily, what is really with that haircut?" "What do you mean?" Brandon asked as he touched his gelled hair. "It's, like, super lesbo," Elle replied with a giggle. Brandon blushed while Betsy and Christiana laughed along with Elle as he thought 'Well that's better than being called a straight girl I guess.' "And those nails, something will have to be done about them," Christiana added. Brandon shook his head and tried to ignore the girls' comments as he tried to complete some of the computer related tasks that Christiana had assigned him. As lunch time came, Christiana and Elle volunteered to take Brandon out for lunch for his first day on the job. Brandon tried to resist, but Martha and Sarah insisted that he go along with them. Brandon felt uneasy as Christiana and Elle led him out of the office. They chatted with each other, treating him as an afterthought while they walked towards Christiana's car. Christiana unlocked the doors to the car and Brandon entered the backseat of the car while Elle sat in the passenger seat. Christiana drove them towards a strip-mall that was located not far from the office. Brandon had been to the commercial center many times before as the pizzeria and luncheonette that were located there were popular places to get lunch in the area. Brandon followed behind the girls as they headed towards the storefronts. As they walked towards them, Brandon felt Christiana and Elle clasp his arms as they lead him into a storefront he had never even thought of entering before. "What the hell?" Brandon said in a tone that was hardly lady like. "I would keep it down if you want to keep your secret," Christiana admonished while Elle opened the door to the salon. "We don't have time for this," Brandon countered. "Don't worry, Sarah, gave us an extended lunch so that you could look more presentable." "I'm not doing this," Brandon said in a strong, but whispering tone as Elle gave the receptionist the names their appointments were under. As Christiana led him towards the waiting area, she said in a whisper, "If you don't do this, I'm going to shout that you're a man to everyone we see while we're out. Got it?" Brandon gave her a horrified look as Elle nodded along. "Don't worry this won't take long," Elle then noted as if that would make Brandon feel any differently about what they were planning to do to him. They did not have to wait long before the manicurists called them over. Brandon walked beside the girls in careful steps before he sat down on the chair. Brandon watched the manicurist begin to prepare his nails for the acrylic extensions. Brandon felt the smells of the salon were foul, but he knew that he was in no position to rush out of the salon as Elle and Christiana could spill his secret at a moments notice and leave him stranded at the shopping center. As each extension was added to his fingernails, Brandon felt a little more emasculated. Before he entered the salon, Brandon did not think that would be possible given the events of the day and the way he was dressed. Brandon looked at his fingernails and felt talons were being added to them. 'At least I can scratch some guy's eyes out if he screws with me', Brandon then thought to himself, trying to make himself feel a little better. Once the extensions were added, Brandon watched as he was given a French manicure, a style that he was attracted to when it was on the fingertips of women and not his own. Brandon remained silent as Elle and Christiana talked with the manicurists as they worked on their nails. When Brandon's nails were finished, the manicurist advised him to be careful about touching things for a while. "Well what do you think?" The manicurist then asked while Brandon gazed down at his freshly painted nails. Brandon peered over at Elle and Christiana, who flashed him looks that advised him to gush over the job the manicurist had done. "They look fantastic," Brandon said in the highest voice he could muster, which attracted some unwanted attention. "I'm glad you like it." "Yes, thank you so much," Brandon added as Elle prompted him to continue his praise. "You're welcome, Sir," the manicurist said with a smile. Brandon's heart sunk as he heard the words and wondered if everyone around him knew the truth about him but was simply too polite to make a mention of it. Brandon then followed Elle and Christiana's lead and gingerly removed the money from his purse before he tipped the manicurist and headed out of the salon. The girls then brought him over to the luncheonette. As Elle and Christiana picked up pre-prepared salads, they instructed Brandon to do so as well. Not wanting to get into a fight, Brandon selected a chef salad, even though he did not consider salad to be a meal no matter how it was prepared. After paying for his salad, Brandon sat down at a table with the girls and ate while the girls made small talk. While he occasionally interjected, his comments were largely ignored as Christiana and Elle felt that he was not as knowledgeable about the subjects as they were. After they finished eating, Christiana drove them back to the office. Shortly after Brandon took a seat at his desk, Sarah announced over the public address system, "Miss Emily May, please bring a steno pad and a pen into the conference room." Brandon huffed as he struggled to get back onto his heeled feet and reached for a pen. Brandon found that clasping it was more difficult with his long fingernails as his fumbling attempts to pick it up prompted laughter from the girls surrounding him. Blushing, Brandon managed to pull it towards the end of his desk before he took hold of it and a yellow pad of paper. Brandon then hurried as fast as he could towards the conference room in his awkward and painful steps. As he was about to open the door, he heard his wife repeat over the public address system, "Miss Emily May, please bring a steno pad and a pen into the conference room, now." Brandon could tell from his wife's tone that she was peeved that it was taking him so long to reach the conference room. He hurried towards it and knocked upon the door and was told to enter. Sarah shook her head at Brandon as she sat next to one of her salesmen, Rex George, and across from a client he had never seen before. Sarah motioned for Brandon to sit down. Brandon complied with her nonverbal request and took a seat. Brandon sat in silence as Rex and Sarah discussed business with the client. Brandon knew that it was not his place as an office girl to ask questions or interject in anyway, so he kept his mouth shut as he took down the minutes of the meeting. The meeting continued for a little over an hour before Sarah and Rex shook the man's hand. The man said it was nice to meet Brandon before he shook his hand too and exited beside Rex. Sarah smirked at her husband as they were left alone in the conference room. She took the notes from his hands and looked them over before she said, "Good work, Emily. You're better at this most girls." "I think that should be expected," Brandon replied honestly. "So do I. I expect nothing, but the highest quality of work from you." Brandon nodded as he processed his wife's strong tone that helped convey her higher position within the company hierarchy to him. Sarah handed the notes back to him and told him to draft a confirmation email to the client based on them and then file the notes away. Brandon nodded as he took the pad back from her. As he did so, Sarah smiled while she glanced at his fingernails and said, "I love your nails, Emily. That's such a pretty color on you." Brandon did not respond to his wife's words, which were punctuated with a wink, before she exited the room to head back to her office because he did not want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that her words got under his skin. Brandon walked out of the conference room shaking his head. As he walked out of the room, the sight of his long fingernails against the steno-pad made him cringe. He closed his eyes for a second while he tried to think about being anything other than the lowest creature in the office hierarchy. The sound of Christiana's voice calling over to him to request his assistance made Brandon shudder as he began to wonder what else the girls had planned for him. As Brandon walked towards them with his awkward steps in his unfamiliar heels, he had a sudden epiphany. 'How can they really make my life worse?' Brandon wondered to himself as a slight smile came across his face. Christiana saw it as he approached her. "What the hell are you smiling about?" Christiana asked. "Oh, nothing," Brandon replied. Christiana gave Brandon a strange look as she wondered how he could possibly have a smile on his face, given the events of the day. She handed him a letter and told him to draft up a response. Brandon nodded as he took the letter from her hand and headed towards his desk. He sat down at it and opened up his word processor program. Brandon smiled as he began to type and let out a sudden exclamation, "Shit!" "What the hell?" Christiana asked. "I can't type with these damn nails," Brandon exclaimed as he sighed and looked at his long extended fingernails. "You'll figure it out," Christiana replied as she rolled her eyes. Brandon fought the urge to smile as he responded with a huff, "If I can't do this, how will I wipe my ass?" Elle contorted her neck as she replied, "Well, that was lady like." Brandon smirked again, knowing that he was getting under the girls' skin. He then turned to Betsy and asked, "Who do you think is going to win the Super Bowl this year?" "I've got to go with the Pats," Betsy replied absent mindedly, forgetting that she was seated beside two girly-girls that did not appreciate her fondness for sports. "They're as good a choice as any," Brandon replied while he continued to type up a letter for Christiana and jotted down a reminder to compose the confirmation email for his wife. Elle and Christiana rolled their eyes in response before Elle said, "Well, I'd go with them too because of Tom Brady's cute ass." Christiana laughed, prompting Betsy to laugh in an effort to fit in. The girls then changed the subject to a discussion about their husbands and boyfriends. Brandon realized that their intimate discussions were intended to humiliate him, but Brandon did not want to give them the satisfaction. He began to offer his advice to the girls about how to deal with the men in their lives, which was promptly dismissed off hand. Despite this, Brandon kept offering his opinion before Christiana asked, "What are you?" "I'm a just a ditzy girl," Brandon replied in an higher voice than he had been using all day before he punctuated his answer with an attempted giggle. Brandon's response momentarily disarmed the girls before they realized that they were supposed to hate him given Martha and Sarah's orders and his treatment of them in the past. The girls' laugher made him smile before he saw the girls become more staid as Martha approached where they were all sitting. Martha walked over to Brandon as he sat down at his desk and said, "I need to speak with you for a moment, Emily." Brandon looked up at her expecting her to continue. After pausing for a second, she said, "I need to give you the revised dress code that goes into effect tomorrow." "What's that?" Brandon asked as Christiana and Elle looked on, slightly intrigued by what had transpired in their absence. Brandon stared vacantly at Martha as he knew that whatever his wife had done had been solely intended to humiliate him further. Christiana and Elle listened in, unsure of what changes Sarah had made. Martha then repeated to the girls, "Sarah has instituted a new dress code."