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Working Her Way to the Bottom and Up Belladonna [Author's Note: This story is inspired in part by a suggestion by Ella Speed.] The sounds of the shouts between Drew and his wife, Alice, emanated from behind the closed doors of Alice's office and carried into the kitchen of their restaurant. The fights between the couple were becoming increasingly more common and heated as their business continued to lose money. While the restaurant had operated profitably for years with Drew as the head chef, and with Alice running the financial side of the operation, Drew's demanding nature had caused a number of their best employees to leave. The quality of his work was also suffering. Alice shouted at Drew that the business needed to be shaken up for what seemed to her to be the one thousandth time. Drew did not want to hear anything more about it, believing that his way was the best as he stormed out of her office. Peeved by his wife's comments, Drew pushed his way through the door to the kitchen with his low ponytail swaying side to side behind him. Ella, the restaurant's Sous-Chef de Cuisine, met eyes with him, prompting Drew to begin to berate her for his own mistakes. Ella glared at Drew and bashed her fist upon the countertop while she shouted, "Don't take your frustrations out on me." Drew shot Ella a fierce look while he groused to himself and thought about firing her on the spot, but he knew that his wife would likely not agree with the move. Drew took a deep breath before he said, "You don't understand how it is." "I think I understand perfectly. I heard you and Alice." "Really? So what do you think the problem is," Drew asked as he placed his hands on his hips and gave Ella a derisive look. "This place is losing money." "Tell us something everyone doesn't know," Drew replied while he rolled his eyes. "It's losing money because the quality of our product has suffered." "What's that supposed to mean?" "You're taking shortcuts. You're not putting in a lot of effort. You're phoning in everything. For Christ's sake, you even put a microwave back here, like this is the kitchen of some overburdened housewife." Drew placed his hands on the countertop and stared at Ella as he processed her response and asked in a tone dripping with sarcasm, "Well, do you think you could do it any better?" "I'm sure that I could," Ella responded in a calm, confident tone. "Yes, I'm so sure. It's all so easy in your head. It always is. It's in the translating of what you plan into reality that things go awry." "I bet I could." "You bet?" Drew replied with a laugh. "I bet she could too," Alice interjected as she walked through the kitchen doors. "Did you even hear what she said?" Drew asked his wife. Alice nodded while she replied, "I sure did. She's a good cook. It might be for the best to see if she can right this ship." Drew shook his head at Alice in disbelief before he responded, "I can fix this." "Honey, you broke it," Alice retorted. Drew seethed as he processed her response. He stayed silent for a moment before he shouted, "Fine! If you want to do this, let's do this! You both think you know better than I do. Fine! Prove it, ladies!" "What?" Ella asked. "Oh, not so confident anymore are you? It's put up or shut up time, little girl. I'll give one week to improve things around here. Best of luck to you!" "How are we going to do this?" Alice asked. "You should have thought about that before you seconded the thought?" Drew shouted. Alice shook her head as she sighed and replied, "I don't think you should be in the kitchen once Ella takes over." "Why's that? She needs me..." "You're a competitive guy. If you think she's succeeding where you weren't, you'll undermine her," Alice rejoined, cutting Drew off. "Undermining her undermines us. Do you think that I'm that self- destructive?" "Honestly, yes." Drew's mouth opened while he stared at his wife in silence before he asked, "So where would this all leave me? What would I be doing for the week?" "You could work as the greeter," Ella chimed in. Alice laughed as she added, "Or hostess." Alice's comment prompted Ella and the other kitchen staff to laugh. Drew blushed at the comment as he said, "Okay. If we do this, when will we start?" "How about tomorrow?" Ella replied. "Tomorrow?" Drew asked, slightly shocked. "It's as good a day as any," Alice responded. "It's only a..." "A day away. Thanks for stating the obvious, Annie," Alice retorted, cutting off her husband to the amusement of their staff. "Alice, I have a question," Ella said after collecting herself. "Shoot?" Alice replied. "I think I'm going to be successful. One week is a real short period though, so, if I start turning this place around, by some objective criteria, I think I should get something for that." "That sounds fair to me. How about you, Drew?" "I don't know..." "Oh, what not so confident that she'll fail now," Alice retorted as she imitated her husband's earlier tone. Drew sucked his lips into his mouth to avoid screaming at his wife in front of their employees. Alice raised her eyebrows as she continued, "If you start turning this place around, I think you should get to run it for a little longer." "What's a little longer?" Drew asked. "If we become profitable, I think Ella should be rewarded properly. She can stay in charge as long as we grow, and if we reach a certain level, she can keep it." "What I'm supposed to give up my kitchen forever?" Drew inquired. "Oh, I thought you were so sure I'd fail?" Ella interjected. "Of course, it wouldn't be forever, Drew, but it would have to be long enough to make it worth Ella's efforts to keep building this place up. It would be fair, I'd say, if she met certain criteria, that she should get to be the head chef, with some corresponding pay incentives, for up to five years, with two extension periods of five years each," Alice added. "You're talking about fifteen years," Drew shouted "Well, that's assuming that she's successful, which I was under the belief that you are certain that she won't not be," Alice responded. "Are you chicken?" Ella asked Drew with a smile. "I'm not chicken." "Well, then why aren't you standing by your assessment?" "I'm standing by it, Ella. I know you'll fail." "Would you care to put that in writing?" Ella asked. Alice nodded as she said, "I'll draw up a contract." "Based on what?" "What I just told you." "How are you going to set the criteria?" Drew inquired. "Drew, I do the books. I know what a good year is and what a bad year is. I know what I'm doing." "You'd better!" Drew retorted as his wife exited the kitchen to return to her office. Drew and Ella went back to preparing the kitchen for the lunch crowd while the staff worked around them. They then made meals as they were ordered with Ella showing more enthusiasm than usual while she worked beside Drew. Shortly after the small lunch crowd dwindled out the door, Alice returned to the kitchen with three copies of the contract in her hand. Drew and Ella looked at each other for a moment while Alice held the contracts up in front of them. "What does it say?" Drew asked. "Only what I told you earlier. Ella gets to take over the kitchen for a week with some triggers for extensions, and you get to be the hostess." As the staff laughed again, Drew shook his head and said, "Give me the damn papers." Alice smiled as she gave them to Drew, who signed his name and initialed each page without reading the contracts before Ella did the same. With the contracts signed, Alice handed one copy of the contract to both Drew and Ella and kept one for herself. Alice smiled at Ella while she said, "Honey, can you take care of the dinner crowd tonight? I don't think we need to be here. It's kind of a slow night during the week anyway." "Sure, but why do you need to leave?" Ella asked. "We have to get Drew ready for his new hostess duties." "Ha, ha," Drew retorted as the staff snickered around him. "I'm not making fun of you. You know the rules you set for our hostesses." "What rules?" "The rules you set a few years ago." "What did I say?" "That hostesses must have a clean, polished and attractive appearance at all times." "Wait, this is starting to come back to me," Drew thought before he remembered his other requirements. Seeing Drew's eyes widen, Alice added, "And, of course, there was that lovely skirt or dress requirement. You know the whole give the guys something to look at aspect. I'll have to pull it up, but I think you said hosiery was mandatory as was heels." "Wait, you can't be serious. The rules were set for girls." "Yes, and you said only girls should be our hostesses, no Maitre Ds allowed. Oh, well. I guess gender discrimination cuts both ways." "I'm changing that rule right now." "Oh, no. The contract states that you gave up your management rights the moment you and Alice fully signed the contracts. I set the work rules, and I'm not making any special accommodations for anyone." "This is ridiculous!" "I thought it was ridiculous that you were setting a rule just so you could ogle some girls at our business, but, hey, I let it go. You just got deal with it." "I'm going to look absurd. I'll be a joke." "I don't think you'll look that bad." "Are you kidding? I'll scare people off. People don't want to be seated by a guy in a dress." "I think you're right. There are a lot of homophobes out there." "Of course I'm right. You have to change the rule." "It would just be easier to change you." "What?" Drew shrieked. "We'll have to make it so that no one would ever think you're a man." "You're crazy." "Am I? We'll see about that," Alice rejoined as she took her husband by the hand. "Where are we going?" Drew asked while she led him out of the kitchen. "I'm going to take you some where to help make you someone that no one will ever recognize." "You've got to be kidding." "Do I look like I'm joking?" Alice asked with a serious expression. Drew shook his head as he followed his wife to her SUV and said, "You can't be serious about this. You have to change the policy." "It would not do us much good anyway. Your contract says you have to work as a hostess, and hostess implies girls' clothes." "It also implies being a female!" Drew rejoined. "True, but we can get that part all buttoned up." Drew shook his head as his wife got in to the driver's side of the SUV as she had each night since he lost his license because of his conviction for driving while intoxicated. Alice started the vehicle and pulled it out of the parking lot. Alice drove them to a local strip center that he was very familiar with, given the many times he had shopped there before. After Alice parked her SUV, Drew and Alice headed towards the storefronts. Drew stared oddly at the optometrist office his wife was leading him towards. While he got his contacts there, he was surprised to see that they were walking into it. "Hey, Drew and Alice," the clerk said before she got up and added, "Your contacts are ready." "What contacts?" Drew asked. "I called in a request for color contacts. They had your size and prescription in stock, lucky enough for you." "Why is that lucky for me?" "The eyes are the window to the soul, baby. It would certainly do well to disguise them if you're looking to throw people off," Alice answered. "I don't know why he would want to do that. He has the nicest blue eyes," the clerk replied as she ringed up their purchase. "It's a little game we're playing," Alice replied with a smile as she paid the fee. Drew wondered what she was doing before she took out the box, removed his contacts and placed in the color contacts. Drew stared into a mirror and marveled at how his eyes looked with the green contacts covering them. "That's freaky," Drew said. "Yes, they really make your eyes sparkle," Alice replied. Drew gave her a peeved look before she took him by the hand and said, "We don't have time to dawdle. Come along, babe." Drew nodded before he said goodbye to the clerk and followed his wife towards the salon she frequented. A stylist greeted her before she took Drew into a back room. Being in a salon felt odd to Drew, but he was not the only guy in the facility, which made him feel a little better. "So what are we doing?" The stylist asked Alice. "I was thinking that we should add some layers." "Well, we've certainly got something to work with here," the stylist said as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Do your magic," Alice replied while she sat down and watched as the stylist who had cut her hair for years began to wet down Drew's hair and shape it into a more feminine style by adding layers to it. Alice smiled as she watched Drew's hair take on a more unambiguously feminine appearance before the stylist asked, "Do you want to add highlights to his hair?" Alice leaned back in her seat and said, "Sure." "Hey, wait a minute," Drew said, still oblivious to the fact that his haircut was growing less androgynous by the minute. "What?" Alice asked. "I don't want my hair highlighted." "Oh, I thought you wanted to pass as a woman." "I don't want that at all!" Drew retorted. "My mistake. I guess we'll leave now. I guess you don't need to look like a woman to wear a skirt. It does take real balls, after all, to be a transvestite," Alice replied, prompting the stylist to laugh. "No. You do want to look like a woman," Drew responded as he began to squirm. "So you want to pass as a woman when you're wearing a dress?" "Yes," Drew replied as he buried his chin into his chest. "Just making sure." "So do you want the highlights or not?" The stylist asked Drew. Drew looked at his wife and asked, "Will this really make a difference." "A big difference. Even cross-dressers don't get their hair highlighted." "Why?" "Because they spend most of their time as men and men don't get their hair highlighted." "Some do," the stylist countered. "Not foil highlighting, and not when they have long hair," Alice responded. The stylist shrugged before she began to add tinfoil to Drew's hair. Drew felt a bit strange as the woman painted his hair. When she finished applying the highlights, she brought Drew over to a mirror to see what she had done. Drew grimaced as he saw the unmistakably girlish appearance of his layered hair. "It looks glamorous doesn't it?" The stylist asked with a giggle. Drew nodded to his wife's laughter before she told the stylist, "I think he needs his face to match his hair." Drew gave his wife a worried look, but he knew that he was already in too deep to back out. The stylist plucked his eyebrows into neat arches before she began to apply cosmetics to his face. Alice gave approving nods to the stylists work before she turned her attention to his nails. Alice made small talk with the stylist as she painted Drew's nails an auburn red. Once Drew's nails dried, Alice had the stylist show Drew his knew appearance. Drew marveled at how feminine his face looked under the layers cosmetics, and he also realized how feminine his thin fingers looked with his painted nails. "Is she good or what?" Alice asked. Drew nodded while feeling his heart start to race. "Are you ready for the next step?" Alice asked. Drew hesitated before he nodded. "Good were going to walk over the boutique at the end of the strip...," Alice began to reply. "What?" Drew shrieked, interrupting her. Alice smiled and shared a laugh with the stylist before she said, "We have something for you to change into." Drew cringed as the stylist carried over a padded bra and dropped it onto his lap. Drew's eyes darted towards Alice who motioned for him to pick it up and follow her. Alice opened the door to a bathroom before Drew entered through it. Alice closed the door behind them and turned the lock as Drew began to undress. Once Drew's shirt was off, he put his arms through the straps of the bra that Alice was holding up in front of him. She fastened it behind his back before she stuffed the cups. Alice then picked up the royal blue, scoop neck, soft cotton tee with three quarter sleeves she had the stylist purchase for him from the neighboring boutique before they reached the salon. Drew slipped it over his head before he pulled down his pants. With some hesitation, Drew put on the panties Alice had purchased for him. As he pulled them up into place, Alice reached into them and forced his member between his legs before she unlocked the door and said, "Are you ready for his waxing yet?" "What?" Drew asked as he blushed and tried to pull the door closed. "We're ready for her." 'Her?' Drew thought as he found himself following behind his wife wearing nothing but panties beneath his stuffed top. The waxer motioned for Drew to lie down on the table. He followed her directions as she failed to make fun of him for his feminine undergarments. The waxer began to apply the wax to his legs before she ripped the hairs away from his body. Drew squealed the first time, but he was able to deal with the pain as the initial shock of the feeling diminished. Once the hair was fully removed from his legs and feet, Drew got off the table and placed on the pleated, knee length skirt that Alice held out for him. After he zipped up the skirt, Drew stepped into the open back wedges that Alice had gotten him. The stylist, waxer and Alice looked over Drew and nodded to each other before Alice said, "I don't think she looks half bad." The stylist playfully shoved her as she said, "Please, I think she looks great." The waxer rolled her eyes as she offered her own take, "She looks a little mannish." Alice and the stylist quickly took issue with her description of Drew, but Drew shared her assessment as he looked in the mirror. While he felt that he had seen uglier women, he thought that there was something mannish about his appearance. Alice tipped the waxer and the stylist before she paid the cashier for the salon's services and led Drew out the door. While they walked down the sidewalk along the strip center, Drew felt the cool air blowing up his skirt while Alice carried the bag containing the male clothing he had worn into the salon. Alice walked slightly in front of Drew before she opened the door to the boutique. The saleswoman greeted Alice like an old friend given her many years of shopping there. "What are you looking for today, Alice?" She asked. "I'm actually shopping for my friend, here." "Oh," the saleswoman replied as she gave Drew a skeptical look. As the saleswoman walked away from them, Drew whispered, "She's on to me." Alice patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it," while she led him through the shop to the shoe section. "What if she asks me something?" "Disguise your voice." "How?" Drew whispered. "Go with an accent." "An accent?" Drew said before Alice took hold of a pair of shoes and asked the saleswoman if they had one in Drew's size. The saleswoman went into the store room and emerged with the shoebox in her hand. She handed it to Drew who thanked her with an exaggeratedly breathy, southern accent. Alice struggled not to laugh at Drew's southern belle routine before he sat down and tried on the two inch heels. As he did so, Drew caught another woman giving him a strange look as she walked past him. Drew was sure that she knew that he was a man in drag as well. On Alice's orders, however, Drew tried to put it out of mind as began to walk around the store in the shoes to make sure that they fit him properly. Satisfied Alice told the saleswoman that she would take them as well as a pair of nude pantyhose. Drew was horrified by his wife's request, but he knew that he should have expected it, given the restaurant's dress code for hostesses. The clerk rang up their purchases before Alice led Drew back to her SUV. She then drove them to a local diner. Drew did not want to go in, but Alice did not give him an option. Drew hung his head as he followed behind his wife, who seemed to take some delight in his embarrassment. Alice and Drew sat down at a table and each ordered their dinners before they made small talk. Alice carefully reminded Drew to maintain his accent to throw people off. Most seemed to think he was a woman, but there were a few Drew noticed that gave him looks that told him that they knew or suspected what he really was. After they ate dinner, they went home. Alice and Drew changed their clothes before they went to bed. Alice smiled at Drew as she lay beside him and said, "You know, you did look good tonight." Ignoring the lustful look in his wife's eyes as he bemoaned his own situation, Drew retorted, "You saw those looks I got. People can tell that there's something off about me." Alice smiled as she said, "There is something off about you, and I like it." "Funny. Real funny," Drew replied sarcastically. Alice rolled her eyes and sighed as she responded, "I can disguise your masculinity a little more I suppose." "How?" Drew asked. "By making your presence more obvious," Alice replied, feeling a bit mischievous. "That's counter intuitive." "No. It's all about tricking the eyes by drawing them away from your face and towards another part of you. It's almost a slight of hand take on feminizing you." "What are you talking about?" "You'll see," was all Alice would say in response before she turned away from him. Drew stared at her for a moment before he looked up at the ceiling and worried about what else his wife had planned for him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Drew awoke the next morning alone. Alice was not in the room as he pushed himself out of the bed and stared down at his hairless feet. Drew walked into the bathroom, where he relieved himself and showered before he headed down the staircase and into the kitchen. Shortly after he poured himself a bowl of cereal, he heard his wife's SUV pulling into the driveway. Alice called out to Drew to help her with the bags she had in the SUV. Drew rolled his eyes after taking a bite of his cereal and got to his feet. Drew walked out the door and collected the three bags remaining in the SUV and brought them into the house. As he placed them down on the floor, Alice instructed him to carry them up to his room. "What's in the bags?" Drew asked before he peered inside and saw the unmistakably feminine garments within the bag. "You didn't buy me a full wardrobe, did you? How much did this all cost?" Drew shrieked. "The clothes cost nothing. They're on loan from Marguerite." "Marguerite? I'm bigger than Marguerite," Drew noted as he thought about the waitress who had long worked at their restaurant. "Not always," Alice said with a laugh as she watched Drew reach into the bag and pull out a dress that seemed too big for him. "This can't be hers," Drew said before Alice laughed again while she reached into the bag she was carrying and pulled out a strange garment that looked like a modified vest. "What the hell is that?" "The only thing that cost us any money, here, a pregnancy suit." Drew shook his head as he looked at the bump on the belly and the breast bumps. "There is no way..." Alice cut Drew off as she said, "You were the one that wanted to seem less obvious." "This is going to draw more attention," Drew said as he cringed at the maternity dress in his hands. "Yes, but it will draw attention to a different feature." "But more people will notice me." "Yes, they'll notice that you're a very noticeably pregnant woman. "But they'll still notice me...." "You don't get it, Drew. No one is going to think that a man is out in drag as an eight month's pregnant woman." "I guess you might be on to something," Drew admitted as he realized how strange it would be for a man to cross-dress as a pregnant woman. "You're damn right I am," Alice responded. Drew shrugged before she asked Drew to help bring the bags up the stairs again. Drew obliged her. Drew helped Alice hang up the outerwear before he placed the maternity pantyhose and tights into a dresser drawer that Alice had cleaned out. Once he finished, Drew went back down the stairs to finish eating breakfast. Once he placed his bowl in the dishwasher, Alice called over to him. Drew walked up to Alice and asked, "What's up?" "I think it's time for you to get ready for work." "It's a little early," Drew responded, checking the clock. "Perhaps for a normal day, but I want to give you a dry run outside to help build up your confidence." "Is this really necessary," Drew asked with a nervous tone. Alice nodded and said, "Completely." Drew shrugged as he replied, "Okay." Alice beamed as she led him up the stairs and back into their bedroom. Shortly after he entered the room, he disrobed before Alice helped him into the pregnancy suit. While she secured the suit on his body, Alice could not help laughing, to Drew's general dismay. He kept his grumbles to himself, as he wanted to at least test his wife's theory given his desire to avoid being revealed to be a man in drag. With the suit secured, Drew placed on a pair of panties before Alice had him sit down on the bed before she worked a pair of black maternity tights up his legs. She stopped before she was going to pull the control top fully up his body to take hold of a maternity support band. Alice made Drew step into the band before she pulled it up his body and covered the bottom of his faux baby bump with it. "What exactly will this do?" Drew asked. "It's going to help redistribute the weight so that your back isn't going to ache like hell," Alice replied before she reached own and pulled the control top of his tights up tightly against his groin. Drew blushed as Alice grasped his penis and pulled it between his legs without even mentioning she was going to do it. Still, her touch was not unwelcome. Alice turned away from Drew to take hold of a navy blue, faux wrap dress. She smiled as she said, "This will be perfect." Drew hardly agreed with her assertion, but he pulled the polyester/spandex dress over his head. Alice helped him smooth it out before she took a step back and nodded at the dress that came to a rest just over his knees. Alice smirked as she brought Drew into the bathroom and added makeup to his face before she styled his hair. When she finished, she showed Drew how he looked. Drew backed away from the vanity mirror to get a look at his body, which seemed unmistakably feminine given the faux breasts and unambiguous baby bump. Drew reached down and clasped the faux belly that was already weighing him down. He shook his head while Alice asked, "What do you think?" "I look fat!" "You don't look fat, you look pregnant," Alice replied before stopping, pausing and adding, "I never thought I'd tell my husband that." "Very funny," Drew replied as he sulked. "Don't get that way. You've got a healthy glow about you." "You know I'm not really pregnant, right?" "Sure, but only us and my staff should be onto that." "Your staff?" "Well, the staff doesn't work for the hostess, now, do they?" "I guess," Drew replied as Alice walked out of the bathroom. She took hold of the two inch heels he had purchased the night before and handed them to him. Drew sat down on the toilet and slipped his feet into the shoes before he struggled to stand as the dead weight of his faux stomach weighed him down and made his feet feel even more awkward in his heels. As he righted himself, Alice handed Drew a purse. Alice led Drew down the staircase, which he took extra time descending due to his unfamiliarity with his heels and the way the unusual weight on his stomach was throwing off his center of gravity. Drew breathed a sigh of relief as he reached the base of the stairs before Alice walked into the garage. Closing the door behind, Drew headed to Alice's SUV and got into the passenger seat. Alice then opened the garage door and pulled out of the driveway.' Drew and Alice made idle small talk while Alice drove them towards a mall so that Drew could walk around in public to see if he was attracting any strange looks with his modified appearance. Once Alice parked, Drew opened the passenger side door and carefully swung his legs out together as Alice instructed him to do. He struggled to step out of the SUV, prompting him to carefully situate one foot on the pavement before he placed his other foot down. Drew felt strange standing so close to the car parked beside Alice's SUV. He struggled to squeeze past it before he walked around the back of the SUV and towards the mall with Alice. As he walked along, the unevenness of the pavement beneath his feet made Drew afraid that he would trip at any moment. He felt a sense of relief as they stepped onto the sidewalk and walked through the door leading into the mall. Alice and Drew looked around to see if anyone had a reaction about his appearance while he walked around the mall beside her. Drew attracted occasional glances, but no one paid much attention to him. Their reactions made Drew feel more at ease than he had felt since learning he would spending a month en femme. He smiled as Alice led him towards a small stand to get a soft pretzel. Drew stared at the lady behind the counter and wondered what she would think, given that she was getting a close look at him. The woman smiled as she said, "Oh, my look at you, sweetie. When are you due?" Drew calculated one month from the date and told the woman. "That's wonderful. You look great. Do you know what you're having?" 'A route canal', Drew thought before he said in his breathy, southern accented tone, "We want to keep it a surprise." "A traditionalist. I should have guessed given that wonderful accent. I'm stuck with this generic accent like everyone else in the suburbs." "You all sound nice though," Drew replied, playing up what she thought he was. He found it rather amusing how certain the woman was that he was a southern given that he resolved to never venture into the South after seeing Deliverance. The woman smiled as she took Drew's money and handed him a pretzel before he walked away beside Alice. "So what do you think, darling," Alice said, doing a cartoonish imitation of Drew's fake accent. "It just might work," Drew whispered. "I think the might's gone." "We can only hope," Drew replied before he took a bite of the pretzel. After walking around the mall for a few more minutes, they headed back to Alice's SUV. Shortly after they entered it, Alice drove them to the restaurant. Drew was nervous about what everyone at the restaurant was going to say when they saw him. While he knew the staff was fully aware that he was supposed to be returning en femme, he wondered if Marguerite had let anyone know that he was coming in her maternity clothes. As Alice parked the car behind the restaurant she asked, "Are you ready?" "To be humiliated?" Drew inquired. "That's a fringe benefit for me, dear, but I'm wondering if you're ready for your new duties." "I think I can handle the whole welcome, reservation, how many in your party, can I take your coat thing." Alice smiled as she said, "Good girl, Nancy." "Nancy? What's that supposed to mean?" Drew said as he crossed his arms over his false bust. Drew's reaction prompted Alice to smile as she replied, "It's the natural name choice for you." "How?" "Well, your name is Drew, so Nancy's just the natural choice." "Why can't it be Drew? There's Drew Barrymore, my name goes both ways." "I'll remember that you go both ways." "Woo, woo, backup..." "Is that what the boys tell you?" Alice asked. "Funny!" "Well, an actress withstanding, Drew is a boy's name. Besides we want to put some separation between Drew the chef and our new hostess." "When you put it like that..." "It's obvious?" Alice asked with raised eyebrows. Drew nodded. Alice smiled while she responded, "Good." Alice then opened the driver's side door before Drew climbed out of the SUV. They walked towards the restaurant, which Ella had unlocked when she arrived early to get a handle on things before the workday started. As Drew walked through the door, he saw one of his busboys looking him over as he walked beside Alice. "I guess he doesn't know," Drew whispered. Alice nodded as she said, "Juan come on over and meet our new hostess, Nancy." Juan began to laugh as he greeted Drew, realizing who he was. Other staff members came on over to playfully mock Drew as he stood in front of them looking like a typical pregnant woman. Drew tried to laugh off their remarks while he made his way towards the kitchen. He walked through the doors and saw how clean and organized it was as Ella ordered around the kitchen staff. Drew's jaw dropped as he saw how efficient they seemed to be working underneath her. Ella turned towards him and gazed at him for a bit, until she realized whom he was. After breaking out into laughter, Ella collected herself while the rest of the kitchen staff that Drew had ordered about with an iron fist began to get a laugh at his expense as well. Drew shook his head and scowled in silence as the kitchen staff made a series of jokes at his expense before he hurried out of the kitchen. As he walked through the door, he hurried passed Marguerite. Turning around to look at him, she laughed when she realized who he was before she walked over to him. "Wow, I think you look better in that than I did," Marguerite said before playfully slapping Drew on his arm while Drew hung his head. "Very funny." "No, I'm totally serious. You look good." "Thanks, but you can't look good when you look like this." "What? My husband said I looked great when I was pregnant." "That's called being nice," Drew retorted. Marguerite shook her head as she glared at him and said, "Okay, then I'll just call you a cow. Better?" Drew glared back at her, prompting her to add, "Why don't you moo for me?" Drew shook his head and turned away from her. As the first group of people entered the restaurant, Drew walked towards them with a forced smile upon his face as he said, "Hello." Drew asked how many people were with the group before he led them to a table and said, "A waitress will be with you shortly." The patrons nodded before Drew walked backed towards the reception area. Drew made a little small talk with the patrons who inquired about his pregnancy. Drew was embarrassed by it at first, since he never anticipated that he would ever be asked when he was due. Drew made up a date and tried to keep it straight while he repeated it to several people throughout the afternoon. There were inevitable questions regarding the sex of the baby that prompted Drew to come up with further lies to flesh out his situation. The questions and comments all made Drew feel uncomfortable, especially when women would share their own child birth and pregnancy stories with him despite the fact that he did not ask. The stories sickened and mortified Drew to varying extents, and they made him happy that his 'pregnancy' would end with him taking off the suit instead of in a hospital bed. Despite the pregnancy stories, occasional baby talk that was directed at his stomach and the dead weight on his stomach that was dragging him down, Drew was relieved that no one he encountered thought that he was really a man. That fact made Drew grow more confident in his appearance throughout the day while he hurried around the restaurant, seating people and, occasionally, taking people's coats. After the lunch crowd dissipated, Alice smirked as she called him into the kitchen. "What's up?" Drew asked. "I got you a little gift," Alice said with a wicked grin. Drew hesitated as he took the gift from his wife and opened it up. Drew stared at the book about expecting a child and glared at his wife before the kitchen staff began to laugh once they realized what the book was about. Drew squirmed as his wife and kitchen staff laughed at his expense some more. He could see that his wife was enjoying rubbing his nose in his new situation while he squirmed in front of them before he hurried out to the dining area again. As Drew entered the dining area, he saw Marguerite and another two waitresses standing and talking to each other. "Hey, get back to work," Drew hollered, forgetting his new place for a moment. The girls laughed before one replied, "Don't take your hormones out on us, Nancy." Drew blushed at the response while he walked past them before they complimented his new haircut. With flushed cheeks, Drew thanked them, knowing that a woman in his situation would. The few patrons remaining prompted Drew to make sure that he did not break character. Marguerite smiled as she asked, "What do you think of my new watch?" Drew looked at it and said in his southern belle tone, "It sure is pretty." "Thanks, darling," Marguerite replied, mimicking his fake accent. Drew nodded before he walked towards a couple that had entered the restaurant. He showed them to the table before he took the woman's coat from her and hung it up. As the evening dinner rush began, Drew realized that there were more people at the restaurant than usual. He figured that Alice had probably informed some of her friends and family about her take over in the kitchen. Despite the increased number of patrons, Drew was sure that it was a one time fluke while he scurried around the restaurant, taking reservations, seating people and helping out the waitresses when necessary. Drew was not used to hurrying around so much, and, especially, not with the weight of pregnancy suit on his body. Marguerite saw Drew slumping next to the reception desk after seating a group of patrons. She placed the food down on the table of a couple before she walked towards Drew and whispered, "What's wrong, Hun?" Drew rubbed his left shoulder as he replied, "I feel so out of breath. This extra weight is killing me." "That's it?" Marguerite said with a laugh. Drew gave her a blank before she added, "I felt like that all the time when I was pregnant. Get back to work." "How about a little sympathy?" "You didn't cut me any breaks when I was waddling around here," Marguerite retorted before she leaned and whispered, "and there was an actual moving baby in there." Drew blushed before he apologized to her, remembering that he had berated her for not moving as fast she normally did when she was not pregnant. Drew then turned his attention back to working as a hostess. As the night was nearing its end, Drew leaned against the wall near the door to the kitchen. "Do you need anything?" Alice asked as she noticed him and walked towards him. "A glass of whiskey would be great," Drew replied. Alice laughed as did a table seated nearby. A woman from the table shouted, "When I was pregnant I was thinking about the same thing, only I was thinking about how good a glass of white wine would be when I was having trouble sleeping." Drew blushed as he nodded in agreement, knowing that he could not have a drink as long as he was in the pregnancy suit given the looks he would receive. Drew walked into the kitchen and felt the warm air around him. He felt sickened by it and quickly exited and walked back towards the front door. Drew struggled to keep standing on his heeled feet, which were aching from their unnatural positioning and the extra weight on his frame. He could not wait for the night to end as he helped some of the busboys set up the empty tables for the next afternoon while the waitresses tended to the few remaining patrons in the restaurant. As closing time came, Alice, Drew and Ella locked up the restaurant before they headed into the parking lot. Ella said goodbye before she got into her car while Drew and Alice headed to her SUV. Drew opened the passenger side door and struggled to lift his body up onto the step. He felt exhausted as he pulled himself into the seat. As Alice started the engine, Drew pulled down the visor. He saw how haggard his reflection looked in the lighted vanity mirror after one full day as a hostess and wondered aloud, "What have I got myself into?" "As if you don't already know," was all Alice replied. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Drew continued working as a hostess without much of an issue. He noticed that the restaurant was doing more business and was turning a profit again as the month continued. The success that was coming so easy to Ella made Drew wonder if he was ever as capable as she seemed to be. Drew cursed himself and wondered if he had given his best efforts when he was in charge of the kitchen. Still, Drew knew that there was little point in choosing to rue what had been. He had made his bed, and he knew that he had to lie in the sateen sheets he had stumbled into. Despite his begrudging acceptance of his situation, Drew was unhappy about his new position, which seemed, to him, to be becoming ever more cemented. Drew disliked how the staff still mocked him for his new feminine appearance and called him ditzy whenever he made mistakes, which even he was not entirely sure why he was making. As the inevitably that he would be remaining in skirts longer than he ever feared became clearer to Drew, he moped around and struggled to force smiles onto his face as he greeted and seated patrons. Alice noticed it and verbally reprimanded him for his sullen appearance. The reprimand humiliated Drew, and he endeavored to put up a happier front at work, even while he struggled with the new feminine life that was taking shape around him. When Drew finally saw Ella celebrating the triggering of the provision that gave her another full month as the head chef, he sighed. Drew hung his head as he walked towards Ella and Alice and said, "Congratulations, Ella." "Thanks," Ella replied with a smile, knowing how insincere his congratulations were. "And when are you due?" A station chef called out towards Drew. Drew blushed while he answered, "It has to be soon, I can't be pregnant forever." "No, you've got to get over it and come back, post pregnancy," Ella said with a grin. "I can't do that." "The contract doesn't give you an option," Alice responded. "Can't I have a less visible job?" "Like what?" "Something in the kitchen. I'm a chef, I know..." "We've been over that, dear. There's a reason you're not in the kitchen. It wouldn't be fair to Ella..."' "I wouldn't undermine her, I swear". Drew interjected. "We just can't risk it," Alice replied as Ella nodded. "Then give me a non-cooking job." "Well, Juanita is leaving. Maybe she could take her place," Ella responded as she looked towards Alice. "A dish cleaner? Come on, I'm better than that." "Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. There are other dish cleaners above you in the pecking order, so you'd be the dish cleaner slash bathroom cleaner," Ella responded. "Or just a cleaner. I think that would be an easier job title for Nancy," Alice interjected. "This is my restaurant!" "Well, this is our restaurant, and it's Ella's kitchen as long as she keeps it up around here, at least for the next decade and a half. So, I'm not going to undermine her." "This is crazy. You can't expect me to take the most demeaning job here."' "I think it would do you some good to get demeaned, as you call it. It might teach you some humility, which you still clearly lack," Alice retorted. "I'm...I'm..." "Listen, babe, if you accepted things and let people help you, and weren't so damn pigheaded, you wouldn't standing here in maternity hose. You'd be the boss and this place would be profitable, but you let the place go to crap, and Ella turned it around. You've got no one to blame, but yourself, babe." "There has to be another option." "There is. Do what you agreed to in the contract," Alice responded. "But..." "No buts, Missy. You're either having that baby and coming back as a slimmed down hostess or you can take Juanita's position. That's your choice." Not wanting to take the position, but more afraid of being discovered as a cross-dresser, Drew replied, "I'll take her spot, but I want a way out." "A way out?" Alice asked. "A way to a better position, maybe like a waiter or..." "We can't have you going from the hostess to a waitress, let alone a waiter, and, anyway, you'd still have the same issue as you would as a hostess ," Alice replied, cutting Drew off. "I know. I'd still be afraid of being found out..." Drew responded. "Wait, we might be able work this out," Ella interjected. "How?" Drew asked. "We'll have to make over your body so that no one will pay much attention to you," Ella answered. "How would we do that?" Drew inquired. "You'll gain weight." "Gain weight?" Drew replied as he crossed his thin arms over his protruding fake baby bump. "That's perfect," Alice said with a smile. "You know I don't like fat..." "Yes, you don't like fat girls, but you keep insisting to me that you're not a girl," Alice replied. "You know that's not what I mean." "True, but it's the perfect solution. A skinny girl draws a lot of attention, if you gained some weight, I don't think anybody would notice you. I would bet that heavier cross-dressers have an easier time going out than the athletic looking girly boys ," Alice explained. "I'm sure she's right," Ella added. "There has to be another way. Can't I be a male waiter?" Drew begged. "It would be too risky. Someone might notice that you were the old chef here, or, even worse, put Nancy's name to your face, even if you went the fat route as a guy. You could go the surgery route, but that's pretty expensive," Ella responded. "And you really can't undo it," Alice noted. "I'm not having surgery!" "That's for the best. You could always lose the weight when your contract is up," Alice replied in response to Drew's exclamation. "Are you willing to do it, Nancy?" Ella asked. Drew threw up his hands and said, "What choice do I have?" 'You have plenty of choices, silly, if you'd just take the time to think it through for a change', Alice thought as a smile came across her face while she replied, "I'll go draw up an amendment to the contract." Drew sighed as his wife scurried to her office while he walked back up to the front of the restaurant to seat a group of businessmen. With a forced smile, Drew greeted the men and asked how many people would be joining them before he took hold of a few menus and showed them to a table. After he finished handing out the menus to the men, he smiled and told them that a waitress would be right over. Drew went back to the reception area and waited for more patrons to enter the restaurant. He had to admit the stream of people coming into the restaurant was increasing evermore each week since Ella had taken over his former duties. The stench of failure that followed Drew in his mind made him sick to stomach even as he wondered what life would hold in store for him once he found himself out of maternity clothes. After seating a few more groups of patrons at the restaurant's tables, Alice emerged through the door leading out of the kitchen and motioned for him to join her. Drew sighed as he walked briskly through the dining area of the restaurant and into the kitchen. He walked past the snickering kitchen staff while he made his way towards Alice's office. Ella was waiting just inside the door when he approached it. Alice stared up at Drew as he walked through the doorway and pushed the amendment to the contract that Ella had already signed towards him. With a trembling hand, Drew took hold of the two page document and began to read over the terms, careful to not make the same mistake that had left him in hosiery to begin with. Drew nodded while he read it, noting that the terms matched what his wife and Ella had proposed. The prospect of spending weeks, if not months, as a cleaner in the restaurant he had founded and served as the head chef at for years was not appealing to Drew in any way, but he was desperate to have the greater anonymity that the position would provide him. He peered away from the contract and looked down at his wife who was smiling as she waited for him to sign the papers she had drafted. After placing the contract back down on Alice's desktop, Drew took hold of the pen that Ella had been holding for him. Drew swallowed hard as he placed his signature on the paper. Alice quickly snatched contract amendment away from Drew once he finished executing it. She grinned as she peered up at her husband and said, "Don't worry, dear, you'll only be Nina temporarily." "Nina," Drew repeated upon hearing his new name for his new position. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- After taking the next day off with his wife to get ready for his new position at the restaurant, Drew returned to the restaurant in the late morning beside his wife. He entered dressed in a cheap, below the knee, printed maxi-dress that did not flatter his padded figure in anyway. Drew knew that the outfit was not meant to draw attention from the restaurant's patrons as he walked around in public wearing non-maternity clothes for the first time in weeks. Alice stared up at her husband with a smile while he scratched at his black, sheer nylon covered thighs and squirmed in his black, slip on Keds sneakers. As he made his way into the kitchen, Drew saw that Ella was already getting ready for the afternoon lunch crowd with some of the station chefs that had once answered to him. The predominately Latin American staff laughed as he walked in beside his wife, looking much like the woman he had replaced. Drew blushed as he walked past them before Alice made a point to instruct him to clean both bathrooms, fully aware that the entire kitchen staff could hear her at that moment. Alice giggled as she saw how much her words were making her husband squirm. Drew nodded and chose to not say a word in response as he went to grab Juanita's former cleaning cart and wheeled it towards the ladies' bathroom. Both bathrooms only contained a single toilet and a sink, so cleaning it did not take Drew long. Drew mopped each floor, wiped down the sink and then turned his attention to scouring the toilet bowl. As he leaned over the toilet bowl, Drew felt the dead weight of his fake breasts dragging him down. The bags of rice that were stuffing his bra felt heavy to Drew as he bent at his back and began to scour the ladies' room toilet. Drew clutched at his back as he forced himself upright when he finished. Drew then pushed his cart down the hallway towards the men's restroom. He cleaned it the same way he cleaned the ladies' room before he returned the cart to the storage closet and took hold of the vacuum. Remembering the task list that Alice had given him, Drew vacuumed the entire dining area before he went to retrieve a mop and bucket to clean the tile flooring by the entrance area to the restaurant. Once he finished with his tasks, Drew went into the kitchen to wait for his next tasks to begin. As soiled plates began to come back into the kitchen after the first meals were served, Drew brushed his hand across his face to wipe away the sweat that was beading on his forehead while he dealt with the warm sticky heat in the kitchen that was so familiar to him. Drew then slipped his hands into a pair of yellow rubber gloves and took his place at the sink. Drew scrubbed the dishes, bowls and glasses in the sink before he placed them into the commercial dishwasher for sanitization. Once he filled up the machine, he turned it on and continued cleaning the items that made their way back to the sink. After the commercial dishwasher finished its short cycle, Drew removed each bowl, glass and plate and hand dried them before he placed them away for reuse by the kitchen staff. Drew then returned to his duties at the sink and restarted the cleaning cycle that continued until the post-lunch and pre-early-bird supper lull. As another dishwasher arrived for the evening shift, Alice emerged from her office to order Drew to take the opportunity to clean the bathrooms. Drew nodded as he hurried towards the supply closet to collect the cleaning cart again. He wheeled it down the hallway towards the restrooms as his pantyhose covered legs felt sticky on his body as he found himself sweating more than usual in the kitchen that day. While he believed that he was possibly moving around more, Drew failed to realize that the pantyhose his wife was making him wear beneath his dress were trapping heat and making him feel warmer than he was used to feeling in the kitchen. Drew felt a sense of relief as he felt as if he was overcome by a cool breeze when he cleaned the air-conditioned bathrooms. Once he finished cleaning the bathrooms, Drew took hold of a broom and cleaned up around the early evening patrons that had come in. After Drew finished sweeping, he returned to the kitchen and began to help the dishwasher that was standing by the sink. Once the evening dinner rush began, Drew and the other dishwasher made small talk while they cleaned up the items that made their way to the sink. Drew noticed that the rest of the kitchen staff did not give them much attention since they were forced to pay attention to their own jobs. Drew could also feel an air of superiority emanating from the rest of the kitchen workers during the rare times that they spoke to Drew and his fellow dishwasher. Drew felt humiliated that his former subordinates all seemed to be looking down on him, but he knew that he was not in a position to do anything about it. The best he could do was talk about it with his wife about it when his shift was over. When the restaurant finally closed for the night, Drew cleaned up the kitchen by mopping the floors and wiping down the food preparation areas while the station chefs cleaned up the areas where they had worked that night. After he finished in the kitchen, Drew helped the busboys setup the tables for the lunch crowd that was due in the next afternoon. Once they finished, Alice came over to him and asked if he was ready to go. Feeling exhausted, Drew nodded and said, "I've never been more ready to go home." Alice gave him a disappointed look as she said, "So I guess that means you're not up to it tonight?" "Up to what?" Drew asked before smiling as he realized what his wife was asking and hurriedly responded with a weary smile, "No. I've got it. I'll try my best". Alice grinned while she motioned her head towards the door. Drew walked out and watched as Alice locked the restaurant up behind her before they walked towards her SUV. Drew managed to get in with greater ease than usual given his flat sneakers. As Alice began to pull out of the parking lot, Drew asked if she ever noticed the kitchen staff acting condescending towards the dishwashers. Alice laughed as she nodded, "Of course they do. You did it too." "I did?" Drew asked, not realizing how dismissive he had been to Juanita and his new coworker. "Yes you did," Alice replied, shaking her head. "Oh, I guess I didn't realize." Alice shrugged before Drew added, "And I never realized how hot it was back there." "I can't imagine that," Alice said, shaking her head again. "No. I was so much hotter than usual. I guess maybe that month outside of the kitchen is throwing me off." "Well, your hair is also down, now." "Maybe I should tie it up?" "Well, it's not really an appropriate style for a cleaner anyway. It's great for a hostess, but a cleaner is supposed to have hair that's more inconspicuous and more utilitarian." "I suppose." "I'll get you an appointment to get a trim. Maybe even a dye job to match those pretty brown eyes of yours." "Gee thanks," Drew replied sarcastically as he thought about the brown color contacts in his eyes that his wife had purchased for him the day before. "I'm just teasing, babe. You know you're my brown eyed girl?" "Thanks again," Drew replied to Alice's laughter. When they arrived at their home, Drew took a brief shower before he joined his wife in bed. Alice smiled eagerly at him. Drew tried to make a move on her, but he found that he was simply too tired to try anything. Drew fell asleep as Alice rolled her eyes and shook her head. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- [Epilogue] The next morning, Drew was taken to the salon where his long locks were dyed brown and trimmed into a shoulder length cut that Alice assured him would be easier to work in the kitchen with. With no way to confirm the truth of Alice's statement, Drew nodded and went along with it. He returned to the restaurant that afternoon with his wife and took to performing the tasks he knew were demanded of him by his new role. While Drew worked, he got some compliments from the waitresses regarding his new look. He smiled and thanked them as they became more sympathetic to him as they watched him work the lowliest job in the restaurant and deal with the similar contempt that the kitchen staff seemed to have for them. Knowing the terms of the deal he had made, the girls also went out of their way to provide Drew with comfort food to make his day a little more bearable. As Drew continued working at the restaurant in his new role, he kept noticing that his weight was continuing to go up. While he knew that it was likely the result of consuming the sweets the waitresses offered him, he kept eating them as they helped him feel good for a moment before his back would start to ache again or the sweat would bead across his forehead. Once Drew's weight gain became more pronounced, Ella began to make jokes with her kitchen staff about how his toned arms had become flabby. His once thin, but never toned stomach had begun to protrude past his waist too. Drew felt abused as his newly pudgy body was the subject of ridicule among the kitchen staff until his wife decided to crack down on it by reprimanding the more serious abuses against him. Drew was happy that his wife still maintained her authority in the business and was willing to use it to protect him. He was even happier that she seemed to have no problem with the changes that were occurring to his body. While Alice had often told him that she was not obsessed with his appearance, he was happy to see that she actually meant it. Indeed rather than damaging their relationship, Drew found that his changed body and humbled mind seemed to be exciting Alice. Alice was far more assertive in bed and in their relationship in general. Drew realized that he enjoyed letting Alice take more of the power in their relationship as his slight dominance gave way to her unquestioned control. Alice was also excited as she watched her husband acclimate himself to his new feminine life while he gradually became the heavier type of girl he had long detested. She wondered what else she could make him do to return to his former male life, but she decided not to push the envelope as she enjoyed the life that was taking shape around her. Drew grew increasingly easier to get along with the longer he remained en femme. Drew found that his new position was far less stressful than his old one and realized that they were making more money than ever at the restaurant The increasing financial security had made Drew and Alice both grow more relaxed too. As his waistline grew, Drew also gave up any belief that he could spend anytime as a man. Once his male clothing no longer fit, Drew placed every piece of it away in the attic and took to living as a woman 24/7. Alice had no objection to that development, and she encouraged it, knowing that Drew was only acting like a man in the one place she had ever appreciated him doing so. Alice enjoyed how Drew took to helping her around the home too as he put his new skills to work cleaning the house beside her. The other girls that worked beside Drew also grew to accept the new Drew. They were surprised to find that they enjoyed his company. As his superiority complex and tendency to exercise controlling behavior dissipated, they came to find that he had a certain lighthearted sweetness about him that had drawn Alice to him in the first place. Drew enjoyed the camaraderie he felt with the waitresses and his fellow dishwashers as well. He was especially thrilled when they all joined him to celebrate that he had reached his weight goal and was going to be moving up to a higher subordinate position in the restaurant. As Drew arrived at work for his first shift as a waitress in his loose fitting black skirt, black tights and black short sleeved shirt, Drew knew that he did not care if he ever worked as anything besides a waitress again. While the work was demanding, Drew felt that it was much easier than running around as the restaurant's cleaner and dishwasher. He also got to spend more time making small talk with the girls whenever he could steal a moment with them. Alice could only smile while she saw her husband, who had terrorized her staff, joking with the girls as he walked around with a rear bigger than that of any of her genetic girl waitresses. Ella saw the humor in it too, but she knew that she was the major reason for the restaurants' turnaround. It was not long after Drew started as a waitress that Ella confronted Drew and Alice shortly before the restaurant opened for lunch and demanded a cut of the business. Drew shrugged at the request, believing that it was a fair request. Alice and Drew decided to give Ella half of his ownership interest, while Alice would take the other half. Drew smiled as he signed the contract giving away his stake in the business, knowing that it had not been his in a long time anyway.