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Miss May's Atonement Part 2 of 2 Belladonna [Based on ideas provided by Mitzi and Gastoni] "What does it say?" Elle asked, sure that she was going to be collateral damage in Sarah's crusade for a degree of vengeance against her husband. Betsy pulled up the email containing the new dress code before she announced, "All secretaries have to wear either dresses or skirts, heels at least three inches or higher and hosiery at all times." Brandon clutched his head as he shook it from side to side while he processed his wife's new dress code that was even stricter than the dress code he set, requiring r neat, professional attire and a minimum of two inch heels. As she placed a printout of the email containing the full text of the revised dress code down in front of him, Brandon looked at the sheet of paper. Before looking at the words, he glanced up at Martha's beaming face. He knew that she was expecting him to read the paper and grow furious that they did not change the policy to his benefit. Brandon smiled at her and said, "I'll take a look," as he placed his painted fingertips over the paper. Christiana watched with a grin as Brandon pulled it towards him and picked the paper up. The changes to the dress code were not as ridiculous as Brandon feared they would be. He nodded as he read the new dress code for secretaries, which required that hosiery be worn during all business hours. Brandon was not surprised that secretaries were restricted to skirts, dresses and heels as Martha had told him. A smile came across his face while he shook his head and thought about how he wanted to impose this dress code from the start, but he knew that his wife would think that he would only be doing it to check out the girls who worked for him. Martha observed the smile on his face and said, "What are you smiling for?" "Oh, nothing. I think it's fair. Does Betsy have to follow the new dress code too?" Martha glared down at Brandon in silence before Betsy chimed in a clearly peeved voice, "Yes." "Well, as long as there are no exceptions, I suppose it will make the office look more professional. I wanted to do it for years, but I didn't think that my wife would go along with it." Christiana shook her head as she wondered if the new dress code would serve as more of a punishment for her and the other girls than Brandon. Martha then smiled as she asked, "Did you see that we have to wear heels, at least three inches or higher?" "Of course, I saw and heard it. I think it's great. It'll make our legs look positively divine," Brandon replied with a grin that he was flashing to deceive her into believing that he had no objections to complying with the dress code. "Divine? Well, I'm sure you'll cankles will look great in them," Betsy retorted. "Prepare to be surprised, girlfriend," Brandon countered as he adjusted the pendant on his necklace. "What do you think you'll look like?" "Like eye candy," Brandon replied as he snapped his fingers and danced in his chair. "Like you'd even know what to wear?" Elle added prompting Christiana to laugh. "Oh, I can be quite the lady," Brandon replied. "I'd like to see that," Christiana replied in a monotone voice as she turned her attention to the computer monitor. "You will," was the extent of Brandon's reply as he got back to typing up correspondence. Brandon spent the rest of his afternoon composing letters and emails for Sarah and Christiana before closing time came. As the workday came to an end, Sarah called Brandon into her office. Before Brandon could take a seat, Sarah advised, "Don't get too comfortable, Emily. We're heading out." "Out? Out where?" Brandon asked with a gnawing feeling in his stomach as he felt a crushing feeling on his heart. "We're going to do a little shopping. A real girls night out," Sarah replied with a smile that struck Brandon as menacing. 'What the hell is she going to pull now?' Brandon wondered as Sarah began to collect her things. She then told Brandon to get ready while she finished picking up her bag. Brandon nodded and walked out of her office with Sarah in toe. Sarah followed him to his desk and watched as he collected his belongings before they headed out the door together. Sarah opened the doors to the car and they got into it. Within a few moments, she pulled the car out of the parking spot and headed for the curb cut. Brandon stared out the passenger side window with an uneasy feeling as the car made its way down the highway. When Sarah finally pulled onto the service road, Brandon wondered which storefront Sarah's car would pull up in front of. As the car pulled into a small strip mall parking lot, Brandon wondered which of the three boutiques his wife was going to lead him into. He did not have to wonder long as Sarah ordered him out of the car. Brandon followed behind Sarah as quickly as he could, hoping that no one could see his face in the dim light thrown off by the parking lot lighting. Sarah held the door open for Brandon as he hurried into the store and saw the strange garments that he instantly recognized, but he had never seen so many of in his life. "Is this a lingerie store?" Brandon asked his wife. "A special type," Sarah said with a smirk as a clerk approached. "Hello, ladies. What can I do for you?" The middle aged clerk asked. Sarah looked at the woman as she said, "My husband needs a corset to achieve a better figure for his new look." "Your husband...oh," the clerk came to a sudden stop as she realized that Brandon was actually a man. "Can you help us?" Sarah asked as she raised her eyebrows. "Sure thing. Men are a big part of our client base," the clerk responded after collecting herself. "Then what was with the double take?" Brandon asked. "Most men don't look like you," the clerk responded. Brandon blushed at what he assumed was a compliment before the clerk showed Brandon and Sarah the corsets she had in stock. Sarah picked out a plain black corset with black boning and stitching without consulting Brandon. Brandon, however, was relieved with the simplicity of its design and hoped that it would remain undetectable beneath his clothing. With the corset in hand, the clerk took Brandon into a back room with Sarah and locked the door to the fitting room. Brandon gave her a strange look before she explained, "Most men don't want anyone walking in when they're getting fitted." "I would imagine most women wouldn't either," Brandon replied. "Yes, but it's less strange for them to be here," Sarah added in effort to humiliate Brandon further. Her efforts were successful as Brandon partially undressed at the clerk's insistence before she began to take his measurements to confirm that the corset Sarah selected was the proper size for him. With a nod towards Sarah, the clerk confirmed that the corset would fit Brandon. Brandon felt nervous as she wrapped it around his torso. Sarah smirked as she saw the clerk beginning to tighten the laces to the corset behind his back. Brandon felt as if the air was being forced out of his lungs with her every pull as she laced up the back of his corset. Sarah smiled as she saw the feminine shape Brandon's body was taking as the clerk continued to lace up the corset. Brandon caught his reflection in the mirror and cringed at the increasingly hourglass shape his midsection was taking on. When the clerk finished lacing him up, Sarah smiled as she said, "We'll take it." "Do you want me to box it up?" The clerk asked. "No, she'll wear it out." "Oh, your husband's a she is he now," the clerk responded with a laugh as Brandon blushed. "What else would I call my Emily," Sarah replied. The clerk shrugged as Brandon hastily redressed and followed Sarah and the clerk to the register. Sarah then paid for the corset before she told Brandon to follow behind her. Brandon felt as if the eyes of the world were upon him as he exited the store wearing the corset beneath his outfit even though no one besides his wife could see him at that moment. Brandon hurried beside her as they made their way to her car. Sarah let Brandon in before she drove them a few blocks down the road and pulled off into a larger shopping center. Brandon stared up at the name of the dress store and realized that he was going to be seen by a lot more people than he ever expected that night. Sarah parked the car and stepped out of it. Brandon hurried behind her as best he could, careful to take shallow breaths even as his body practically demanded him to inhale deeper to keep up with Sarah's hasty steps. Brandon followed her into the store and looked around at the slightly over a dozen female shoppers he saw as he made his way through the store with Sarah. No one paid them much attention as they perused the clothing racks to Brandon's general relief. Brandon then watched as Sarah selected a substantial number of blouses, sweaters, skirts, skirt suits and dresses for him to try on. Brandon was hardly eager to try them on, but he knew that he did not have much say in the matter as Sarah handed them to him one by one as she continued to look through the racks. As Sarah continued to peruse the racks, Brandon stared at the mass of clothing in his hands and felt sickened by the thought that he was going to have a full female wardrobe. While there were parts to being en femme that he found himself enjoying, Brandon was not entirely enthralled with it given its drawbacks. The clothing in his hand also seemed to be almost making his situation seem more real to him than it already was. While the first workday en femme had passed, Brandon felt that the new clothing meant that Sarah was really going to hold him to the contract. That realization made Brandon more than a little sick to his stomach even as he knew he had no right to expect anything else. Once Sarah was satisfied with her selections for her husband, she led him towards the dressing room. Brandon then walked inside it with Sarah not far behind him. Brandon felt foolish as she entered the stalls with him and helped him dress before she judged how each outfit rested upon his corseted body. As Sarah decided which clothes he would be purchasing to wear to work each day going forward, Brandon felt as emasculated as he could ever imagine feeling. Brandon knew that he had lost control of his business, his marriage and the basic means of self-determination for his own life. Sarah saw the defeated look on her husband's face and smiled as she felt a measure of satisfaction in getting her revenge. As Sarah made her final decisions regarding Brandon's wardrobe, Brandon dressed in the clothes he had worn to work that day. He then carried the clothing Sarah had selected for him to the counter and watched as the clerk rung up their purchases. Sarah paid for the clothing before she led Brandon back to the car. He put his clothing in the trunk before he got into the passenger seat of Sarah's car. Sarah drove them a short distance before she came to a stop at a small boutique. Brandon feared that she was going to make him going into another store, but Sarah turned to Brandon and said, "Wait here for a moment." Brandon nodded hastily to acknowledge her words, happy that she was not going to make him exit the car again. After she parked the car, Sarah walked into the store and stayed in there for a little over ten minutes. When she emerged from the boutique, Sarah was carrying a large white bag. She opened the trunk and put the bag inside it before she stepped into the car. As she put the car in drive, Brandon asked, "What did you pick up?" "Just some more supplies for you," Sarah replied. "Like what?" "Shoes," Sarah replied. "You didn't want me to try them on. What if they don't fit?" "They'll fit, and, even if they don't, a little pinching in the toes will do you some good," Sarah replied. Brandon responded with a scowl before he pouted while Sarah pulled the car out of the parking lot. Sarah did not say another word to Brandon as she drove them home. Shortly after they pulled up in front of their house, Brandon got out of the car and carried the bags into the home. After he put the clothes and shoes away, he heard the phone ringing. Brandon picked it up and answered it in the higher voice he had grown accustomed to using throughout the day. "Uh, I think I have the wrong number," the male voice that Brandon instantly recognized responded. Brandon hastily responded, "No, Vinny, it's me," adding more bass than normal to his speaking voice in his haste to overcompensate for his initial tone. Vinny started to laugh as he asked, "Why did you answer the phone like that?" "Oh, Sarah's got me by the balls lately," Brandon replied half jokingly. "Sorry to hear that. So I guess, a boys night out is out of the question for Saturday." Thinking about the new feminine wardrobe Sarah had purchased for him, Brandon nodded to himself as he replied, "Looks that way." Vinny was surprised that his friend was not even bothering to pretend that he was going to speak to his wife about going out. They chatted for a few minutes, until Sarah overheard their jovial conversation. "Emily," Sarah shouted as she heard Brandon using his natural masculine tone. "Got to go!" Brandon replied hastily. "What was that?" His friend said. "See you later," was all Brandon responded with as he hung up the phone in haste, knowing that he would not be able to meet with his friend for the foreseeable future. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Brandon arrived at work dressed in full compliance with the office's new dress code. Elle was standing by the door as Brandon walked in beside his wife dressed in a fuchsia colored skirt suit with a mid thigh length hem, pencil skirt, three quarter sleeved jacket, a black sweater with a contrasting, white intarsia-knit collar, black tights and black, glitter patent leather pumps with a three inch heel and twinned bow tops at the vamp. Elle was a bit surprised about how thin Brandon was given how his masculine suits distorted his true figure. "Surprised?" Brandon asked as he raised his eyebrows. "I'll say," Elle replied as she began to gush over his clothing and shoes. Brandon tried to keep up with her as Sarah walked away from them. Brandon made a few attempts to compliment Elle's outfit, but he did so in general terms instead of with the specifics that Elle was able to use given her almost encyclopedic knowledge of fashion terminology. Christiana walked in not long after Brandon arrived. She quickly joined Elle in gushing about how feminine Brandon looked. Betsy walked over and added generic comments that were not dissimilar to Brandon's own attempts at conversing about fashion with the girls. Elle smirked at Brandon's clumsy attempt to compliment Christiana's eyelet patterned, black tights before she turned towards the other girls to say, "There's no way Emily dresses herself. I bet you, her husband picks out her clothes." Elle snickered as she finished her statement to Christiana's giggles and Betsy's forced laughter. Brandon gave Elle a stern look, even though every word she said was largely true. Brandon blushed as he rubbed his arm and thought to himself, 'I could be just as fashionable as you if I tried.' With that thought in mind, Brandon decided to learn as much about fashion as he possibly could so that he could hold his own with Elle and Christiana. Brandon then turned towards Betsy and smiled as he asked, "How are you enjoying the new dress code?" Elle and Christiana tilted their heads and shook them as they looked at Brandon, knowing that he was needling Betsy for having to comply with a dress code that was aimed at humiliating him. Betsy shook her head as she looked down at her mid calf length black skirt and replied, "It's not my thing, but what are you going to do?" "You could complain," Brandon responded. "I don't think it would do much good given the situation," Betsy replied as she glared at Brandon. While Betsy hated the prospect of spending each workday in a dress or skirt, she felt that it was a necessary evil to get back at Brandon. Brandon shook his head at her and said with a grin, "Well, it's good to see you in a skirt for once." Irritated by his statement, Betsy retorted, "At least I belong in a skirt, Mr. Stewart." Elle and Christiana looked around to make sure that no clients or guests were in the office before Christiana scolded Betsy for using Brandon's real last name. Betsy made a point to apologize to Christiana, but not Brandon, for her anger driven indiscretion. As she did so, Brandon continued to blush at her reminder of who really was despite his efforts to play along with the punishment by acting as if he was enjoying it. Part of Brandon nagged that he actually was enjoying some of it to his immense distress. Brandon wondered how the feelings of the clothing covering his body from the neck down could feel so good. Brandon also realized that he had adapted relatively quickly to having to wear heels and a corset. It all seemed strange to him that he was taking to the trappings of femininity with such swiftness and ease. 'Do I want this?' Brandon was shocked to find himself asking himself. Soon after, the girls headed to their desks to start working. Brandon did not linger long before he joined them. Again, the girls made small talk to pass the time while they performed the various menial assignments they were given. Brandon participated in the conversation to the other girls' general surprise, even as the topic of conversation descended into office gossip. Brandon only tuned them out when they began to talk about if the young salesman, Jacob Peterson, had any interest in Elle. As they girls chatted and giggled about him, Brandon was finally asked by Betsy, "So who do you think Jacob likes?" "Me," Brandon deadpanned to the other girls' amusement. "No, seriously," Elle asked. "You think you can top this?" Brandon answered as he pointed to his breast forms before he snapped his fingers. "I'd wager to bet I could," Elle replied. "Ladies," Jacob replied as he walked by pretending to have not heard any of their conversations. The girls started to giggle with each other before Jacob winked at Brandon. Brandon's stomach began to churn as he felt slightly turned on by the wink and horribly concerned that perhaps he had accidentally stumbled upon the truth. 'There are guys who like...oh, dear, God, no!' Brandon thought to himself before he began to silently pray that Jacob was straight. While Brandon was flattered by the prospect of someone finding him to be attractive en femme, he had no real sexual interest in any man. As he gave it more thought, although he was intrigued by the fantasy of lording Jacob's interest in him over Elle, Brandon grew ever surer that he was simply misinterpreting the wink. Brandon excused himself and decided to get to the bottom of things just to be sure. He walked over to Rex George's office and knocked upon the door. Rex gave Brandon a strange look before he inquired why he was there. Brandon responded, "Say, do you happen to know if Jacob has a girlfriend?" "Why are you asking?" Rex asked slowly as he shook his head at his feminized former boss that he had taken pains to avoid talking to, much like most of the other guys in the office. "The girls just want to know," Brandon responded with a smile. "Right, the 'girls' want to know," Rex replied. "No, seriously..." "He's got a girlfriend, so I don't think going up that tree would do you any good," Rex interjected. Brandon gave Rex a horrified look as he realized that Rex did not believe that Brandon was straight. Brandon took a deep breath and realized that he should not be bothered by Rex's opinion of him. Brandon shrugged and thanked Rex before he turned away from his door. The more Brandon thought about, the less surprised he was that Rex thought he was gay. 'If I was in his shoes, I'd think the same thing', Brandon figured. As Brandon walked back towards his desk, Jacob walked past him with a smile on his face. "Hi," Brandon managed to say to Jacob as he walked past him blushing. Jacob responded, "Hey, Emily." "Yes." "I overheard you and the girls." "Okay. Sorry about that. I can't control them." "That's okay. I don't really like any of them. I've got a girl, you know." "I figured as much. That's why I made the joke." "Joke? Oh, sure." "No, really it was a joke," Brandon replied, uncomfortable with the idea that his former male employee thought he was attracted to him. "Sure," Jacob said with a grin before he turned away from him. Brandon wanted to protest further, but he was sure that doing so would not sway anyone's opinion of him one way or the other. Brandon walked back to his desk and sat down at it. After he adjusted the hem of his skirt, he began to type up correspondence regarding outstanding bills to some of the company's clients. While Brandon typed up the letters, he found himself slipping off his heels and rubbing his nylon covered feet together. The sensations he felt as his legs and feet brushed against each other aroused him in ways that he found more enjoyable than most. 'God, this is what I've been missing', Brandon caught himself thinking with a smile before he reprimanded himself for thinking in such a way. Midway through drafting a letter, Christiana asked him and Betsy to help her move a couple of Federal Express shipments that had come in from a supplier. Brandon gave no objection and complied in silence. While Christiana and Betsy took the smaller boxes, Brandon was left with the largest box to carry. Brandon felt that given his natural strength advantage that this was unobjectionable. He reached down and picked up the box and struggled to lift it. "Oh, hell, no," Brandon muttered to himself as he was unwilling to let everyone see that he was unable to lift a heavy box en femme. Brandon bent down from the knees and was careful to grip the box as tight as he could as he lifted the box off the ground. As he did so, the heels of Brandon's feet rose out of his pumps. He struggled to make sure they were on properly as he gingerly took steps towards the supply closet. As Brandon picked up speed, he found himself staggering towards it as the box began to drag his arms down. Brandon propped himself up against a wall to keep himself from falling over before Jacob walked over and said, "Here, let me help you with that, Emily." "That's okay," Brandon responded as the languishing remnant of his male pride made its last stand while he struggled to maintain his grip on the box. "No. I've got." "Be careful, it's heavy," Brandon replied as Jacob took the box from his hands. "That's all right, I've got it. Where do you want it?" Jacob asked as he held the box up without any visual discomfort. 'It has to be the heels and corset that are screwing me up. I can't get my feet set or breath right', Brandon explained the situation to himself even as he realized that he was never as strong as Jacob was. Jacob saw Christiana and Betsy calling him over towards the closet, so he walked there with Brandon following not far behind him. "Thanks for the help. We needed a big strong man," Betsy said with a laugh. Brandon knew that the remark was meant as an insult towards him, but he let it slide. "Well, I like to help out," Jacob said before he and Brandon started to walk away from Betsy and Christiana. As Elle gave them a strange look, Jacob smiled as he whispered into Brandon's ear, "Play along." Before Brandon could respond, he felt Jacob's hand lightly run down the back of his blouse before Jacob lightly patted Brandon on the rear and said, "I'll see you later, Emily." Elle stared at Brandon and Jacob with her mouth agape. While Brandon was slightly repulsed by Jacob's action, the look of jealously in Elle's eyes made him respond with a smug grin, "Told you, girlfriend." As Brandon sat down and got back to work, he thought to himself, 'Jacob sexually harassed me!' Any thoughts about suing the company as Martha had done quickly passed as Brandon realized that he would have to first admit how he was dressed when he was harassed. Those thoughts soon gave way to wondering if Sarah or Martha had been behind Jacob's actions. As he knew that neither would likely admit it, he figured he would never know if Jacob was just trying to have a little fun at the girls' expense. Betsy and Christiana went back to their desks not long after Brandon had begun typing again. It was not long before the girls all began to pepper Brandon with questions about his relationship with Jacob. Doubts began to creep into their minds as they began to wonder if the harassment story involving Martha was merely a ploy so that Brandon could live the life he 'wanted' to live. The girls began to wonder if his sexual remarks over the years were the result of his 'frustration' about not being a girl himself. While the girls were not entirely thrilled with the prospect, it made them view Brandon more sympathetically than they had before. As Brandon continued to work, Martha called over to him. "Yes, Miss Duff." "Please come into my office," Martha replied. Brandon got to his feet and entered Martha's office, which had been his own only two days earlier. "Yes, Miss Duff," Brandon asked as he saw his wife standing beside Martha's desk. "Close the door," Sarah replied. Brandon nodded as he complied with his wife's order. Sarah looked her husband over as he took a seat and crossed his legs. She marveled at how reflexively girlish he was after such a short period of time before she said, "Emily, it seems that you've been enjoying your punishment." "What? No, I haven't...." "You think we didn't notice those smiles and smirks. We've got a number of them on camera." "What?" Brandon asked before Sarah showed him some digital security camera photographs of him en femme, clearly enjoying himself. "That's not what it looks like...," Brandon began to try to explain. "It's not? Well, it sure looks like this is becoming funishment to you," Sarah countered, cutting him off in mid-sentence. "I'm just trying to make the best of it." "Well, that's nice. If you're going to like it, you may as well get used to it." "What do you mean?" Brandon asked. "I'm going to send copies of these lovely pictures to everyone you know if you don't agree to a nice three year extension of our agreement," Sarah replied. "This is blackmail," Brandon exclaimed. "You can call it that. I call it being a shrewd business woman," Sarah countered. Brandon clasped his head and could not believe that he had not seen it coming. He figured that a part of him was blinded by his belief that, on some level, Sarah loved him and would not consent to further torturing him. Brandon wondered if he was wrong, even as he felt excited by the prospect of spending three more years in skirts. "Why don't you just fire me?" Brandon asked as he collected himself "You're a great secretary, Emily. That's hard to find," Sarah deadpanned. Martha nodded in agreement with Sarah's assessment before Sarah added, "And Martha's been doing a great job as my number two." "I bet she is. She's seems like quite the number two," Brandon responded as he glared at Martha. Brandon could tell that his wife was still angry with him and wanted to punish him further even as she ignored the immature implication in his response. He realized that his efforts to make the best of things had backfired since his apparent enjoyment of some aspects of his punishment had pushed Sarah to take it further to make sure that he could not enjoy it. Martha pushed the extension of the terms of Brandon's new employment situation towards him as she held a pen in her other hand. Brandon took the pen and read over the terms of the short agreement. As he did so, Brandon noticed that there was nothing in the agreement about destroying any of the pictures of him en femme. When he raised the issue to Martha and Sarah, they laughed before they noted that they could not make the contract look like extortion. Brandon understood their point before he gave them a disbelieving look when they said they would destroy the pictures if he worked the full three years as a secretary. Feeling as if he had no other choice given how deep he was already ensnared in his feminized situation, Brandon signed the paper. Sarah then snatched the contract away from him and said, "We have another surprise for our eager little worker bee." "What?" Brandon asked with a sense of foreboding as he felt trapped in a web of silk that somehow struck him as oddly alluring for reasons he could not understand. Sarah smiled as she reached behind the desk and pulled out a shopping bag. Brandon did not recognize the brand on the label of the bag before Sarah pulled an apron out of the bag. "What the hell is that for?" "It's so that you don't foul up your pretty secretary clothes when you're serving our guests during our lunch meetings," Martha replied. The horrified look on Brandon's face made both Martha and Sarah feel momentarily satisfied. Despite Brandon's displeasure with the prospect of wearing the apron around the office, different urges that caused his member to engorge between his cheeks arose once more as he thought it over. Brandon took the apron from his wife's hands, unable to look his wife in the eyes before he headed back towards his desk. The girls gave him odd looks as they saw him fold the apron and place it away in his desk before he got back to work. Shortly thereafter, Brandon felt relieved to get out of the office with Elle and Christiana as they invited him out to lunch again. They headed to a nearby eater and picked up salads for lunch. Brandon made a little small talk with them as he found it increasingly difficult to get his food down. As Brandon stared down at his half eaten bowl of salad, he felt a full feeling in his stomach that he could not understand. Brandon began to wonder to himself, 'Am I subconsciously watching my figure? What the hell is wrong with me?' ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As the following weeks passed, Brandon accepted his situation and decided that he if could not fight it, he should, at least, continue to try to enjoy it. Brandon figured that his wife would not extend the contract again if she believed that he was genuinely enjoying his time as a skirted subordinate. That belief was easy enough to foster in Sarah's mind as Brandon was forced to admit to himself that he was enjoying most of his time en femme. While at first Sarah thought she was misinterpreting things, she quickly realized that the smiles Brandon had when he looked at his legs in pantyhose or tights were genuine. 'If I kept him in tights all along, he wouldn't have cheated', Sarah found herself thinking as she shook her head, unsure if her husband's seemingly joyful descent into femininity was something she should be happy about or helping to continue foster. The smile that was a frequent fixture on Brandon's face at work confused his former employees at first. No one at the office could understand how he seemed to be enjoying getting coffee for the other secretaries and, increasingly, the salesman and executives of the company he had worked so closely with as a man. The salesman, who had kept their distance from Brandon at first, believing that he was going to take over the company again, increasingly treated him like any other secretary. They grew more comfortable with doing so as it became increasingly obvious that Brandon Stewart was never going to return to his former role in the office. The idea of Brandon being a boss in the office again struck everyone in the office as fanciful while they watched as he confidently scurried around the office in heels as he was filing, faxing and copying papers. They figured that they had seen the last of Brandon, especially as his wife continued to grow the company's bottom line while she exercised unfettered control over the company for the first time. Brandon Stewart increasingly turned into only a memory for the office workers as most of the company's employees began to see him primarily as Emily May. The occasional realization that they were the same person often brought smiles to the office workers' faces before they would order Brandon to do something for them. As Brandon continued to work as a secretary, Sarah began to increasingly use him as her personal assistant. Given Brandon's intimate knowledge of the company and honed business acumen, Sarah found that Brandon was the perfect person to summarize correspondence for her and to draft her responses to her clients and associates. Brandon's confidence in his ability to pass his voice off as feminine grew to the point where he began to help the other girls out by answering the phone. Christiana smiled the first time she heard his high breathy voice give the company's standard salutation when he answered the phone. Once Sarah noticed that Brandon was answering calls, she decided to have all of her calls filtered through Brandon first. Brandon had to take down messages regarding who was calling and relay them to Sarah to see if she had the time or desire to speak to the caller at that moment. Brandon did not object to this new role. Indeed, as he realized that he was increasingly becoming his wife's personal assistant and not just merely the lowest girl on the secretarial totem pole, he felt a sense of pride and satisfaction that his wife was so pleased with the quality of his work. As Sarah's happiness with Brandon grew, she decided to disregard the rule requiring that Brandon wear the apron when he served her guests. Brandon was relieved to find that he only had to wear it once while he served lunch to the representatives of a major client. After that, Sarah felt that his good work and behavior permitted her to do away with what she believed was nothing more than an added humiliation, even though Brandon seemed to enjoy wearing the apron around the office as he exchanged jokes with the secretaries and executives who made jokes at his expense. While Sarah was surprised by how her husband took to his forced femininity, Martha was in outright disbelief. She could not believe that the secretary who called his fellow secretaries 'girlfriends' and greeted them each morning with a high pitched, "Hey girls," was the same man who had groped her. Martha felt used as she came to believe that Brandon had made advances towards her just to cover up his repressed homosexuality. That belief was reinforced as Brandon seemed to grow more feminine each day as he took to moving around with unambiguously feminine mannerisms. In addition to his changing role and behavior at work, Brandon's role at home underwent a metamorphosis as well. While they had a cleaning lady who came two days a week, Brandon took to tidying up the kitchen after meals, going grocery shopping, doing laundry and picking up their dry cleaning to give Sarah more time to focus on matters relating to the business. Brandon also found various recipes online and began to learn how to cook more than the five basic meals he knew how to cook before he was placed in skirts. Sarah was supportive of his newfound interest in cooking as she was eating better than she had in years. Brandon was happy that she was enjoying his cooking, even as he found himself able to eat only a small amount of food at a time as he continued to struggle to adapt to wearing a corset. Sarah smirked as their weights converged for the first time. Brandon was embarrassed that he weighed the same amount as his shorter wife. That embarrassment turned to greater concern when he dropped below her weight. While Sarah made a few jokes about her husband becoming a 98 pound weakling, her jokes grew less cruel as the weeks passed. Brandon could sense a warming towards him from his wife at home in addition to the workplace. His wife's increasingly friendly tone towards him made his concerns about his body and his increasingly feminized behavior dissipate as his conditions grew more tolerable. In addition to helping Sarah around the house more, Brandon also fulfilled a promise to himself to learn more about fashion and the other subjects that Christiana, Elle and Betsy talked about at work. Brandon scoured the internet for websites and blogs that provided him with the basics of the frequent subjects of conversation before he moved onto obtaining a more nuanced understanding of the subjects. Sarah was shocked to see her husband watching the Style Network in his room as she walked past it. She was even more shocked when he took to complimenting the way she dressed, using terminology that was beyond even her knowledge of fashion terms. 'He's really turning into one of the girls', Sarah found herself thinking with a smile as she rolled her eyes at her husband's compliment regarding the pattern of her tights. The girls Brandon worked with were shocked by his complete transformation as well. Betsy shook her head the first time she heard Brandon use fashion terminology while he gushed over Elle's outfit. She thought in a sarcastic tone, as she looks at her hemline, 'Great, so he's into this now. So this is just a punishment of me. Just great.' As she realized that Brandon was becoming more knowledgeable about the typical subjects of conversation with Elise and Christiana than she was, Betsy tried to learn more about them as well. She quickly found that her ability to learn so much in a short period of time was no match for Brandon's. Consequently, Betsy turned against Brandon as she became jealous of his seeming ability to be more at ease, as well as fit in, with the girls better than she could. Elle and Christiana's sympathy for Brandon's situation grew as they got to know the feminized version of him better. They began to stop thinking about Brandon as their former boss whom they were hoping to score some retribution against. They, instead, came to think of Brandon as a separate and distinct girl who was sort of like them. Sarah noticed how the girls had taken to treating Brandon. She felt that it was strange that she enjoyed seeing Brandon being treated as one of the girls, but she was treating him that way as well. She also found that his increasing powers of observation, politeness and willingness to compliment her were rather appealing despite her continued unease regarding her increasing attraction to her feminized husband. Brandon was rather oblivious to Sarah's conflicted attraction to him as he continued working. Then, as he opened a file cabinet near the front of the office for her, he heard a man call over to him. "Excuse me, Miss. Is this Sarah Gordon's office?" "Yes it is," Brandon responded with a smile before he took the man's name. Brandon walked over to Sarah's office and said, "Miss Gordon, a Mr. Peter Claire is here to see you." "Thank you, Emily. I'll be with him shortly," Sarah replied before she turned her attention back to the paperwork before her. Brandon smiled as he walked back towards the front of the office in his tight skirt constricted steps. He smiled as he hurried towards Peter and said, "Miss Gordon, will be with you shortly." "Okay," the man said with a grin before Brandon picked up the files he had placed on top of the filing cabinet. Brandon opened the file cabinet drawer and bent down. As he did so, Peter smirked as he saw Brandon's rear through the tight skirt. "Do you need any help?" Peter asked. Brandon turned his head towards Peter and noticed the man's leering at his rear, which he realized that he was giving the man a good view of. Brandon shook his head as he replied with a smile, "No, I'm good, thanks." "Okay," Peter replied as Brandon stood up again. Peter smiled as he looked Brandon in the eyes before he said, "You've got really sparkly, pretty eyes." "Thanks," Brandon responded with a forced smile as he thought, 'You're no Casanova, boy.' "That outfit is really pretty. It looks great on you," Peter then added. A genuine smile came across Brandon's face as he embraced the compliment while he brushed his hands against the sides of his pencil skirt. Brandon's eyes then caught sight of Sarah and Martha, who were standing within earshot of him. Brandon saw that his wife was vaguely appalled that he was flirting with a male client. Wanting a little retribution, Brandon flirted back with Peter. As Brandon continued to shift around and smile as he talked and laughed at Peter's best efforts at jokes, Brandon unwrapped a piece of gum. 'You girls think I'm a bimbo, I'll show you a bimbo', Brandon thought as he peered over at Betsy and Elle, who were as shocked by his response to Peter's advances as Sarah and Martha were. Brandon gave the man a flirtatious touch on his shoulder as Brandon giggled while chewing gum. 'What a tramp', Betsy thought to herself. "I can't believe the little faggots enjoying this," Martha said breaking the silence between herself and Sarah. "That little fag...girl is my husband," Sarah retorted in a strong, but whispered, tone while she glared at Martha. "Sorry," Martha replied as she stooped a little, knowing that she had offended her boss. "Go take Peter into the conference room, I'll deal with Emily," Sarah ordered. Martha nodded and walked over to Peter. "Peter, let me show you to the conference room." "Oh...," Peter replied as his eyes veered away from Brandon for a moment. "It was a pleasure meeting you," Brandon said with a smile. "Likewise," Peter replied with a grin before he added, "I'm sure I'll see you around." Brandon grinned and laughed as Peter walked beside Martha as they made their way into the conference room. As the door to the conference room closed, Sarah's hand clasped Brandon's shoulder. "A word please, Emily," Sarah said. Brandon tried not to laugh at his wife's clear anger as he followed her into her office. Sarah took a seat behind her executive's desk while Brandon sat before it. He deliberately crossed his legs and cupped his hands over his knees as he gave his wife a smile and an eager look. "What the hell was that about?" Sarah asked in a stern tone. "You've got to shake what you got, hun," Brandon responded as he snapped his fingers and titled his head back and forth. "Right," Sarah said as she leaned back in her seat. "Do you have a problem with me flirting with guys?" "Yah. A little," Sarah replied after a pause. "What's it to you?" Brandon asked as he threw up his hands. "I'm your wife," Sarah shouted. "You are? You certainly haven't been..." "I don't care what I've been acting like. You're not dating guys! Am I understood?" Brandon started to laugh as he replied, "I had no plans to start." "Then what was all that with Peter?" "A girl likes to be complimented," Brandon gently chided his wife. Sarah rolled her eyes as she replied, "But you're not a girl." "That's not what you've been telling everyone." "Well, that's different..." "Everyone needs someone to make them feel special too," Brandon replied, cutting Sarah off. "What about me?" "I've treated you like a queen for the past..." "No, how do I not make you feel special?" "I think my skirt and pantyhose kind of tell that story. Remember the blackmail? The making me signing my life away, twice! I can never go back to being the boss around here. Never! No one would ever buy it." "That doesn't mean I don't..." "Don't what?" "Love you," Sarah replied in a sullen tone. "How can you still love me?" "I don't know. I wish I didn't. It would have been so much easier to cut my losses and kick your ass to the curb, but I couldn't bring myself too." "You tried to torture me..." "Turn about is fair play. What do you think you did to me, Brandon? Do you think what you did was all fun and games for me?" Brandon smiled at his wife's angry retort since she used his real name for the first time in months. Brandon sighed as he replied, "I'm sorry, Sarah. But I can't change the past." "But what can we do about the future?" Sarah asked. "Do you think we can move on from here?" Brandon inquired. "Do you still love me?" Sarah responded. "I do." "Then I think we can find a way to make this work." "But what about this?" Brandon asked as he pointed to his fake bust beneath his blouse. Sarah laughed a little as she replied, "Well, a deal is a deal. You're stuck where you are for the rest of the contract, but I guess some changes can be made to the dress code." "I think I'd look even more out of place as a man in the admin pool." Sarah cracked a smile as she answered, "Well, isn't that a convenient excuse to keep yourself enwrapped in silk and nylon." Brandon blushed as he responded, "It isn't an excuse..." "You can't hide that you've enjoyed parts of this." "Well, that was kind of an act..." "Yes, kind of," Sarah rejoined before she grinned and continued, "Well, I guess, keeping Emily around a little longer won't do any harm." "Yes, it's already been done," Brandon countered before sighing. "What's wrong?" Sarah asked. "I can't come back, Sarah. I can never be Brandon here again. No one's ever going to listen to me again in this office." "They'll listen to me. That's enough. They know what I'm capable of," Sarah responded with a grin and a nod as she pointed at Brandon. "But when the contract is up? Where does that leave me?" "I see three possible routes for you," Sarah answered. "What are they?" Brandon asked. "Well, you can stay on as Emily, but maybe we will give you some more responsibilities to make better use of your talents. You could also get a new job or start a new company. We're doing better than ever here, so I can help get you started in a new business. Finally, I suppose that you could just be my little stay at home wife. "Your housewife?" Brandon asked with a smile. "Yes," Sarah replied. "Pass," Brandon responded with a grin. "I figured you would, but there's still two other ways you can go, at least that I can see." "I guess I'll have to do some serious thinking then." "Perhaps over drinks tonight," Sarah said. "Sounds like a plan," Brandon said with a smile as Sarah gave him an approving nod.