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Girl Fridays Belladonna The car came to a stop as Vern Lowry pressed down the brake and put the vehicle in park. He pulled off his black sandals and slipped his black, opaque tights covered feet into the pair of 3? inch high heeled pumps he had placed into his pocketbook that morning. Vern smiled at the shoes as he buckled their thin ankle straps. Once he finished buckling the shoes, Vern lifted his wife's black aviator sunglasses off his nose and checked his appearance one last time in the rearview mirror. He then reached for the handle of the car door and pulled it open, careful not to lose one of his press on nails. Swinging his legs out the door together, Vern stepped out of the car and closed the door behind him before he placed his keys into his pocketbook. The cool autumn air blew up the A-line skirt of his black and white, tweed knit dress as he walked towards his office, which he knew was already filled with his employees. With confident steps, Vern strolled towards the standalone, suburban office building that had been converted from an old ranch house. Vern grabbed the railing as he carefully ascended the three steps of the porch before he pushed the front door open. "Hello, may I help you, Miss?" Vern's receptionist asked before he smiled and pulled off his sunglasses. A grin came across Cate's face while she asked, "Is it that time of the year again?" "Yes it is girls," Vern replied confidently as Lucy strolled up next to Cate. Cate shook her head with a laugh as she turned to a laughing Lucy. The girls' laughter brought the rest of the office out into the hallway. Vern smiled as each of the five women who worked for him came out to greet him. Vern exchanged salutations with the girls before one of his secretaries said, "I love that dress. It makes you look so pretty." "Thanks, Rose," Vern replied with a grin as he touched the bateau neckline of his dress, unsurprised that it was Rose who made the first comment about his outfit. She was the second youngest of his employees and, easily, the most outgoing. None of the girls was particularly surprised by how he looked. Vern had cross-dressed at work the prior three years on Halloween. While the first time, the girls had laughed about it and teased him, the second year made the girls realize that there was probably something deeper to it. By the third year, the girls concluded amongst themselves that Vern was certainly a cross-dresser. The girls largely shrugged it off and laughed about it amongst themselves, but they did not let it preoccupy their minds or drive their opinions of their boss. Vern's easy rapport with most of the girls and sympathetic ear to their troubles made that easy. The girls knew he had effeminate traits, such as displaying empathy for them and enjoying joining in on their gossip, so they treated him no differently than the two female managers that worked beneath him, Anna and Charlotte. Anna and Charlotte were both quieter than Rose was. Besides Vern, they were also the only college graduates in his office. They directly managed the managers of his subsidiary companies, whose offices were spread out across the region. Charlotte was the quieter of the two, but even she could not help but get in on the fun when Vern was cross-dressed as she noted, "I've said it before, Vera, you really are the perfect size to be a model." Vern blushed at her comment and waived it off with a laugh. The other girls had noted that his 5'11," thin frame was perfect for modeling clothes before. It was something that was not lost on him, but he was slightly depressed that he could not do much about it. "Vera, is that lovely bag from the Miss Shirley Lowry collection?" Rose then asked. Vern nodded in response to her comment, knowing that his wife would not miss the bag from her closet since she had left for work before him, and, typically, got home after him, given the hours demanded by her job in the city. One of the girls asked him another question that Vern answered before he gently admonished them that he was not paying them to stand around all day and gawk at him. "How can we not gawk at those legs?" Rose retorted to the girls' laughter. Each of the girls laughed, with the exception of Anna. Vern was unsurprised by that since Anna seemed to be the only woman in the office who was uncomfortable around him when he was in drag. Vern knew that she felt that he was a pervert for his cross-dressing tendencies. The first time he did it in the office, Vern could sense the loss of esteem that he suffered with her. It was not something that bothered him though, since Anna never tried to undermine him with the rest of the girls and continued to do her job well. Consequently, Vern did not concern himself with her personal opinions or judgments about him. Vern strolled towards his office door and took off the jacket he had worn over his dress that morning. He hung it up behind the door before he headed towards his desk and turned on his computer. After signing onto the company's computer system, Vern began to do some work at his desk. A little more than an hour passed before Vern called out of his office, "Rose?" "Yes, Vera," Vern heard Rose reply, sounding as if she had been waiting to give that response from the moment he entered his office. "Can you get me a cup of coffee?" "Absolutely," Rose replied, more chipper than usual as she got to her feet. Rose smiled as she walked into his office and took hold of the coffee cup on his desk and asked, "You want it the usual way, right?" Vern gave Rose a queer look before he asked, "What other way would I want it?" "I don't know, I thought maybe you'd change it up a little ," Rose replied with a grin. Pointing to his false bust, Vern replied, "I think this is enough of a changeup for the day." Rose shrugged with a smile as she walked out of the office carrying Vern's coffee mug. Vern turned his attention back to his work while Rose prepared the cup of coffee for him. A few minutes later, Vern heard a knock upon his door. Vern looked up at Rose and motioned for her to enter. "Here you go, Vera," Rose said while she placed the drink down on the table before him. Vern shook his head at her, as Rose used the name that the girls had come up for him en femme. While he always preferred to call himself Clarissa en femme, he was not willing to bring it up to the girls. Thus, he just went along with the name the girls had saddled him with, just like the first name his parents had burdened him with so many years earlier. Vern thanked Rose before she started to walk out of the room. As she reached the doorway, she turned around to ask, "You're not going to sequester yourself in your office all day, are you, Vera?" "What's it to you?" Vern asked his smiling secretary. "The girls like to see the annual office flower." "I'm the office flower, Rose?" "For one day a year, you're the 'rose' of the office." "The office rose?" Vern said with a laugh. "Sure, your dress and pretty face are the petals, and what's beneath those tights is, well, the thorn." Rose's comment prompted Lucy to start to laugh. Vern shook his head with a smile and said, "What do you girls want me to do?" "How about coming out so we can see you?" Rose replied. "You didn't get your fill this morning?" Vern countered. "Hell, no!" Vern heard Lucy yell. Vern got to his feet and walked towards the doorway that Rose vacated. Vern walked towards Lucy's desk and did a little spin that made the skirt of his dress lift a little. As the girls began to laugh, Vern put his hands on his hips and asked, "Satisfied, now?" "No. Why don't you stay over here a little longer?" "I've got to get some work done," Vern answered. "You can take my desk, and I'll take your job for the day," Rose retorted. Vern's head jerked towards Rose as Lucy countered, "Why do you get to be the boss for the day?" "Who said anything about her being the boss?" Vern responded. "I think that would make it a little more fun for all of us, but I don't think she should get to be the boss all day," Lucy answered. "How would this be fun?" "Oh, come on. We don't have any power here. We just answer to you, Anna and Charlotte. It would be a nice change for a day to just have some power over each other..." "And you!" Rose interjected to Lucy's approval. "So what? You want me to split my time between your desks, pretending to be a secretary?" "No. I want you to be a real secretary for a day." Vern scratched his head as his member stirred at the thought of really being one of the girls for a day. As he contemplated the idea, Rose added, "And we have to bring Cate into this." "Yes, she deserves a few hours at the top too." "Girls, I don't know about this," Vern replied trying to find some reason to back out of it. Rose huffed as she crossed her arms and said, "Spoilsport." Vern rolled his eyes in response and decided to give the girls what they wanted for the day, which he knew was what he wanted as well for a reason he could not explain. "I'm not a spoilsport, Miss Hawley," Vern replied. "Miss Hawley? Aren't we getting a little formal?" Rose retorted. "I suppose, but when you're the boss, you're entitled to be called what you want to be called." Rose grinned as she replied, "So you're in, Vera?" "Let's do it, girlfriend," Vern replied to Lucy's laughter. "Who gets to go first?" Lucy asked. "Don't ask me, I'm just a secretary," Vern answered. The girls laughed at his response before they called Cate over and explained the situation to her. She was perplexed at first, but she began to laugh as she realized that Vern was serious. The girls then split up the remaining time in the day between the three of them before Rose announced that she would be going first. "Very well," Vern replied as he stepped into his office and took hold of his coffee cup and headed for Rose's desk. The girls laughed as he sat down at it and crossed his legs. "So what were you up to?" Vern asked. Rose grinned as she explained the task to him. Vern nodded before he got to his feet and took hold of the stack of papers. Vern carried the papers towards the copy room and put them down on a counter top before he began to make copies for Rose. Vern listened the humming of the machine as it ran off more copies that he stacked and sorted. Once Vern finished making the copies, he carried the papers back to his desk before he began to file away documents that Rose had left on her desk. "Oh, Vera, a word please," Vern heard Rose call out to him from his office as he closed a file cabinet drawer. Vern approached the door and asked, "Yes?" "Can you kindly get me a cup of coffee, girl?" Rose asked with a smile. Vern grinned as his manhood squirmed between his legs and said, "Of course, Rose." "Ah, ah, ah, my girl, I like to be called by last name by my subordinates," Rose lectured. Turned on by her words and her playfully dominating tone, Vern grinned as he replied, "Sure, Miss Hawley." "That's better, Vera." Vern nodded before he inquired how she liked her coffee. Rose shook her head before she told him how to make it. Vern committed Rose's words to memory and headed for the coffee machine. Vern turned his head over his shoulder to look at Lucy as he walked away from their desks. The look of disbelief and amusement on Lucy's face made him realize that she never expected that he would let Rose take her pretend role so far. Vern smiled as he turned his head back towards where he was walking and wondered what Lucy would have in store for him. Vern stepped into the kitchenette and made Rose a cup of coffee as she requested before he started to carry it back towards her desk. "You do that like a pro," Lucy shouted out with a laugh as he turned the corner that led to where she was seated. "You only really master it after years of experience though," Vern responded with a smile. Vern turned towards his office door and knocked upon it. Rose's eyes focused on the computer for a few seconds, ignoring Vern's presence before she looked up and patted the desktop, letting Vern know where to place the cup down. After putting the cup on the desk that he had worked at a few moments earlier, Vern headed back to his desk. As he sat down, he felt the uncomfortable crushing on his erect member. Vern struggled to get comfortably situated at his desk as he wondered what about the situation, other than the clothes, was making him so excited. Vern looked around the desk trying to get his mind off the subject before he took hold of the remaining documents to file away and stood up. Vern sorted the documents in his hands before he headed towards the file cabinets. He felt the familiar restriction of the skirt of his dress on his stride and a smile came across his face as the feminine feeling overtook him. After pulling open the first file cabinet, Vern searched through the folders until he found the file that several of the documents in his hand belonged in as his feet started to ache inside his heels. He put the documents away before he closed the cabinet drawer and headed to another file cabinet. Vern then filed away the rest of the documents before he returned to Rose's desk, feeling the need to remove his shoes. As Vern looked down at the desktop, he saw a document that Rose had left for him to fax. Vern sighed as he picked it up and walked towards the fax machine, feeling his heels digger deeper into his feet with each step. After reviewing the instructions on the machine, Vern punched in the number and sent the fax through. Vern listened to the sound of the dialing and the transmission. He counted the pages being sent by the machine as he daydreamed about the relief he would feel when he let his feet out of the shoes he had not planned to spend so much time standing and moving about in. As the fax confirmation page printed, Vern let out a little cheer that Lucy noticed and smirked at before he attached the confirmation page to the document that Rose had him fax. Vern carried it into Rose's office and said, "Here you are, Miss Hawley." "Thank you, Vera," Rose replied politely as he placed the fax down on the desk before her. Vern nodded before he turned and exited the office. He walked back to Rose's secretary's desk. Vern smiled while he thought about what he was doing, but he then quickly forced himself to lose his smile so that Lucy did not get the wrong idea about him while he removed his heels. After taking care of a few other items on Rose's task list, Vern heard Cate spring to her feet as her turn as the boss came. She practically burst threw Vern's office door to kick Rose back to her secretarial desk. Rose shook her head as she grumbled, unhappy about yielding her private office so soon. Cate took up residence behind the executives' desk with great haste as Vern got to his high heeled feet to let Rose pickup where he was leaving off with her work. As Vern walked by his office door, Cate called out to him, "Vera, do you have a moment?" "For you, Cate? I've got all the time in the world." "Cute, but I need you to handle my receptionist duties while I'm in here." "Fair enough," Vern replied with a smile. "Did you bring lunch today?" Vern shook his head before Cate asked, "So you were planning to go out like that to get lunch?" Vern squirmed before he shook his head, prompting Cate to add, "So you were planning on having one of the girls get you lunch." Vern nodded in agreement with Cate's assessment. "Very well. I'll have Rose pick us up something." "Sounds good," Vern replied before Cate called Rose into her office. Rose gave Cate a blank stare as Cate told her where they were ordering from. When Rose started to raise an objection, Cate shook her head and reaffirmed her decision. Rose gawked at Cate with a slack jaw before she turned towards Vern, looking for help. Vern shook his head as he said, "Don't look at me. You girls split the time up and left her in charge at lunchtime, not me." Rose grumbled as she took down Vern and Cate's orders before she went to get the other girls' orders. Vern then headed to Cate's reception desk and settled in behind it. Vern looked at the phone before he peered towards the door that he knew that no one was expected to walk through that afternoon, with the exception of Rose when she returned from picking up the office's lunch. Vern tapped upon the desk as he waited for the phone to ring. The sound of it still caught him off guard as his attention veered away from it for a second. Vern lunged for it and picked it up on the first ring as he gave the company's standard greeting. The man on the other end of the phone asked for Anna. Vern nodded as he took down the man's name and the reason for his call before he put him on hold. Vern dialed Anna and told him who he had on the line before he transferred her the call. As Vern hung up the phone after transferring the call, he looked around Cate's desk for something to occupy his time. The sight of a stack of mail caught Vern's attention, and he began to sort through it. After he sorted the mail by recipient, he opened his own mail and reviewed the letters before he turned his attention to the letters he had to drop off to the girls. Vern slipped his feet back into his heels and headed down the hallway. He veered into Charlotte's office first and gave her the letters that had come in for her. Charlotte gave Vern a polite thank you before she turned her attention back to her work. Vern then headed into Anna's office. Anna gave Vern a vacant stare as he knocked upon her door. He could see her struggle to permit him to enter her office en femme, but she knew that she had no choice in the matter. Vern gently placed the documents down on her desk before she gave him a begrudging thank you, and Vern headed back out the door. Vern walked down the hallway before he entered his office and put down the letters he had already opened. "Couldn't resist the urge to open the mail, Vera?" Cate asked with raised eyebrows. "It was addressed to me," Vern countered. "No, it was addressed to the boss," Cate retorted before Vern slinked out of her office. As Vern began to walk back towards Cate's reception desk, he heard the phone start to ring. "Shit," Vern exclaimed under his breath while he hurried towards the desk, nearly tripping in the process. Vern reached for the phone and gave the company's standard greeting once again before he took the caller's information and called over to Anna. Vern could hear the unease in Anna's voice as she spoke to him over the phone before he transferred the call to her. He tried to pay it no mind, but it unnerved him slightly. Vern then sat back down at the desk and waited to answer a call as no other work was lying around on Cate's desk for him to attend to. "I'm not making good use of her time," Vern muttered to himself before he opened up a computer game on Cate's computer. After he began playing the game and answering calls for a good half an hour, Rose walked in carrying lunch for the office. "Lunch is here, Vera," Rose called out in a chipper tone. "Okay," Vern replied, not tearing his eyes away from the computer screen. Rose walked past the reception desk and looked down at Vern's computer screen. "Minesweeper, really?" Rose asked with a laugh as she looked his shoulder, remembering Vern's casual berating of Cate for playing solitaire to pass the time between calls. "Hey, the mines aren't going to sweep themselves," Vern retorted. "Be that as it may, here's your lunch," Rose replied as she handed Vern a bag. "Thank you," Vern replied before he placed it down on the desk. Vern opened the bag and began to eat his lunch while he continued to answer calls and began to surf the internet. "I really need to make better use of her time," Vern muttered again as he ate Cate's desk. Shortly after Vern finished eating his lunch, Cate's turn as the boss came to an end. Cate walked over to him and tapped on his shoulder. Vern tore his eyes away from the news on the computer screen and asked, "What's up?" "Lucy needs you to take over at her desk," Cate replied, shaking her head as she knew how many times Vern had scolded her for reading celebrity gossip sites at work. "Oh, is it her turn already?" Vern inquired. "Sadly," Cate noted with a half smile as she waited for Vern to vacate her seat at the receptionist desk. Vern slipped his feet back into his heels before he stood up and headed back towards where Lucy sat. Rose gazed up from her desk as Vern walked towards her to sit at the desk that was across from her desk. Vern looked around Lucy's desk and saw the documents she had been working on when her turn came. Vern completed the forms before he turned his attention to a few other items on her desk. Most of the documents on Lucy's desk were from Anna and Charlotte, since she worked closely with each of them. Rose, on the other hand, worked more with him than the other two girls, but she also helped Lucy and the other girls when the need arrived. As Vern continued to fill out forms for Anna and Charlotte, he realized that Lucy's inbox was lighter than usual. "Is it slow around here?" Vern asked Rose as he turned towards her. Rose laughed as she replied, "We could only wish." "Really? Doesn't Lucy usually have a bigger pile in her inbox?" "Sure, but that's because Anna and Charlotte aren't particularly shy about giving her something to do." "Do you think they're holding back on me?" "I'm sure of it," Rose answered. Vern nodded as he got to his feet and went to see Charlotte first, knowing that she would be the friendlier face to meet with. "What can I do for you?" Charlotte asked while Vern stood in her doorway. Vern expressed what he noticed before Charlotte hemmed and hawed prior to admitting that she had some other work that Vern could do if his workload was light. Vern accepted the documents with a smile before he carried them back to Lucy's desk. After placing them in the inbox, Vern took a deep breath before he walked towards Anna's office. Rose smirked as she saw the nervous look on Vern's face. She could not believe that he was dreading facing an underling. 'Doesn't he realize that he's the boss?' Rose wondered. Vern hesitated before he knocked upon Anna's door. Anna looked up at him in silence, expecting him to say something. Vern stood silently for a moment before he said, "Umm...Anna, do you have any work for me to do?" "You're out of work already?" "Oh, no. It's just that Lucy's inbox seems a little light." "She works quickly." "Not this quickly," Vern retorted. Anna stared up at him and cringed a little. Vern could sense that she was as uncomfortable around him en femme as he was around her at that moment. "So if you have anything. I'd appreciate knowing about it," Vern added. Anna nodded before she reached over and took hold of a stack papers. "Here, see if you can handle this," Anna replied as she shoved the documents towards him. Vern nodded and took hold of them in silence before he turned and headed out of her office and back towards Lucy's desk. "Back from morgue," Rose asked with a smile as she saw him approaching Lucy's desk. Vern smiled slightly while he placed the documents he got from Anna down before he settled back in at Lucy's desk. He began to fill out some more forms and do some light research for Anna and Charlotte as Rose worked across from him. Vern occasionally caught Rose's glances at him while he worked. Eventually, he became interested enough to ask, "What you looking at, Rose?" "A very pretty man," Rose responded with a man. "Oh, thanks," Vern replied. Rose grinned at Vern's sarcasm before she added, "And you really are a natural?" "What? Woman?" Vern responded. Shirley laughed as she said, "Oh, yes, you're all woman." "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful," Vern playfully retorted as he turned his attention back to the computer screen. Rose shook her head as she replied, "Don't get too big a head over there, because I'm going to bet that I'm going to be looking a lot prettier than you tomorrow." "In some people's eyes," Vern rejoined. "Like?" "Mine and yours for instance," Vern replied with a smile. "Vera, can you get me a cup of coffee?" Vern then heard Lucy call out to him, breaking up their conversation. Vern got his feet and walked towards the office door while he replied, "Sure. How do you like it?" Vern listened to how Lucy wanted her coffee prepared. He nodded his head as she finished talking and headed towards the kitchenette. After fixing her a cup the way she liked, Vern turned and walked out of the kitchenette. He hurried back towards his office door and knocked upon it. "Here's your coffee, Miss Le Bon," Vern said as his eyes met Lucy's. Lucy smirked at his unprompted reference to her by her last name. She thanked him for the cup of coffee before she gently admonished, "Don't call Miss Le Bon too much, Vera, or I might get used to it." "Wouldn't want that," Vern replied with a grin and a laugh before he scurried back to Lucy's secretary's desk wondering if he really did not want that. Vern tried to brush away those thoughts as he got back to doing Lucy's work. Vern worked at her desk for an hour, completing the various administrative forms that Anna and Charlotte had given him to work on. The work was not very hard and Vern found himself daydreaming while he filled out the forms. Lucy exited her office and looked at Vern's studious appearance as he dutifully went about her work and smiled before she said, "Vera." "Yes, Miss Le Bon?" Vern replied to her delight, prompting Rose to smirk at the two of them. "I need you to put down your pen for a moment and cleanup the kitchenette." Vern gave Lucy a curious look as Rose struggled not to laugh, almost in disbelief that she had not thought of the task first. As Vern gave Lucy a blank stare, both girls wondered if this would be a bridge too far for Vern to go. Grins came across both their faces as Vern got to his feet and replied, "Right away, Miss Le Bon." Vern smiled while he walked past them struggling to get his erection to go down as he wondered why he was looking forward to cleaning up the kitchenette. After stepping into the kitchenette, Vern surveyed the situation. "Does anyone in this office cleanup after themselves?" Vern muttered to himself while he saw the full sink and spilled coffee on the countertop. Vern huffed as he took hold of the sponge and began to clean the glasses and bowls in the sink. He rinsed them and dried them with paper towels before he placed them in the drying rack to the side of the sink. Once he finished with the bulkier items, Vern turned his attention to the utensils. Vern cleaned each fork, knife and spoon in the sink before he began to wring out the sponge into the sink. Vern then wiped down the countertop before he dried it with the paper towels and looked around to see if there was anything more for him to do. Vern shrugged as he looked at the microwave. He opened the door to it and looked inside and noticed a little food build up inside. Vern scrubbed at with the sponge before he partially dried it and closed the microwave door. Vern then tossed the soiled paper towels in the trash can and headed for the sink. After Vern finished washing his hands, he returned to Lucy's desk. He went back to completing her forms again as the day neared its end. As five o'clock came, Vern shut down Lucy's computer and got to his feet and said, "Well, that was fun." "It sure was," Rose responded, sensing that Vern was not being sarcastic. Hearing Vern and Rose's banter, Lucy came out of Vern's office with a smile on her face as she carried her purse. Cate hurried towards them and asked, "So did everyone get their fill today?" "No," Lucy replied, shaking her head. "One day a year is just not enough," Rose added. "What do you want to do it once a month?" Vern asked with a grin, thinking that such an arrangement would not be a bad thing. "I was thinking more like once a week," Rose responded. "I don't know about that. That could be a disruption," Vern replied. "If your Girl Fridays are a problem, we'll stop, but I don't think that will be an issue," Rose said. "My Girl Fridays?" "Your designated girlie day. Maybe, say, starting next week," Rose responded with a laugh. The other girls snickered. Vern felt intrigued and aroused by the thought as he said, "We'll maybe we'll give it a try." "You won't regret it," Cate interjected. "I think I'm already starting to," Vern responded as he felt his stomach churning. The girls laughed a bit before they said goodbye to Vern and each other and filed out the door. Vern locked up behind them before he headed for his car. Vern smiled as he got into his car, thinking about the day. He removed his heels and slipped his feet back into his black, sandals before he pulled the car out of his parking spot. Vern drove home feeling conflicted about his new arrangement. While the day had excited him, and he was never one to pass an opportunity to go out en femme, the sexual feelings that accompanied his feminine feelings made him ashamed as he drove. Vern pulled down his street and approached his home. He pressed a button to open the garage door and saw his wife's car parked to one side of the two car garage. "Just great," Vern muttered to himself as he thought about what his wife would say. While his wife had seen him en femme many times, especially on Halloween, he knew that she was not particularly found of his feminized appearance. Vern tossed his keys into his wife's bag after he parked the car and closed the garage door behind him. "She's not going to be happy about me borrowing this," Vern thought to himself as he headed into the house carrying his wife's bag. As he opened the door, he heard his wife shout, "Hey, honey." Shirley froze and shook her head as she saw her husband walking in a dress. "You just can't control yourself can you?" Shirley asked. She was not surprised by his decision to cross-dress on Halloween, given his earlier exploits on that day. She had not seen him do it the prior years, however, as she had gotten home later than him those years due to work commitments and usually left before he got dressed in the morning. Vern blushed before he answered, "I'm going to get changed." "Well, I made dinner once you're ready to sit down." "I'm just going to change into something more comfortable." "You look more comfortable in a dress than I do," Shirley retorted with a laugh. Vern blushed, knowing that her words were true. His wife preferred pants to dresses and skirts, but she wore them to break up her wardrobe at work and on formal occasions. While Vern would have preferred her to be more girly so that he could live vicariously through her, Vern felt that his wife's tomboyish behavior, however, matched up well with his tomgirlish traits. Shirley shook her head as he headed down the hallway towards the stairs. She shouted towards him, "Next time, could you at least ask if you're going to borrow some of my things." Vern blushed again while he apologized, "I'm sorry I didn't ask." "It's okay. Just keep it to pocketbooks. I don't want to find out that your junk's been stinking up my pretty panties." Vern hung his head as he nodded and headed up the stairs to change into his male attire, feeling certain that he should not bring up his deal with his wife. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- - As the first Friday since the deal was made came, Vern lay silently under the covers of his bed while he listened to his wife scrambling around downstairs. Once he heard the front door close, Vern swung his legs off the bed. Vern walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower before he dried himself off and grabbed breakfast. Once he finished cleaning his bowl, Vern headed back up to the master bedroom and opened his closet doors. He then stared into the portion of his closet that his wife usually avoided looking at. The dresses, skirts and tops all caught his eye as he wondered which outfit he should wear to work that day. Vern hemmed and hawed for a few seconds before he settled on a black, stretch knit dress with raglan sleeves that was adorned with white printed flowers on the front. Vern rubbed the knit fabric of the dress between his fingers as he carried it towards the bed and laid it down on top of it. Vern smiled at the dress for a second before he turned towards his dresser and opened the drawer containing his feminine intimates. Vern pulled out a pair of black, opaque tights to hide the hair that was on his legs before he took hold of a pair of black panties and a bra. He carried them to his bed and dropped his towel to the floor. After putting on his panties, Vern rolled down the tights and placed his feet into them. He slowly unrolled them up his legs, taking care to savor every moment of the silky feeling brushing against his legs. Vern stood up when he brought the control top of the tights over his member before he forced his surging manhood into its familiar uncomfortable position between his legs. With his tights on, Vern took hold of the bra and wrapped it around his back before he hooked it and went into his closet to retrieve his breast forms. Vern stuffed his bra with the forms as he walked towards where he kept the glue to affix the forms. Vern struggled with the cap of the container for a second before he placed a glob of glue between his chest and forms. Vern then pressed the forms firmly against his chest for a few minutes. After Vern finished affixing the forms to his chest, he picked up his dress and put it on over his head and forced his head through its crewneck. Vern straightened out the dress over his legs before he walked back towards his closet. Remembering his last day at the office en femme, Vern decided to wear more sensible shoes. Vern selected his pair of black, patent leather, cap-toed wedges with a silver metal bar running across the vamp to complement his outfit. After slipping his feet into them, Vern strolled towards his wife's dressing mirror to look over his appearance. Vern struck a few poses in the mirror as he stared into the mirror looking very much like a woman given his style of dress and long hair. It was only his face that gave any hint that he was a man. Shaking his head, Vern headed into the bathroom and brushed his teeth before he took out his makeup. He applied it to his face with his well practiced ease before he carried the makeup bag back into the bedroom. Once he placed the bag away within one of his purses, Vern remembered how his wife had caught him the last time. Vern shook his head as he reached into his closet and picked out an entire male outfit that he carried down the stairs and placed away in a shopping bag to bring to work with him. Vern carried the bag out to his car and locked it in his trunk before he walked back into the house and headed back up the stairs to collect his purse. Vern placed his keys and wallet into it before he walked out of the room and back down the staircase. Vern walked into the garage feeling confident about his appearance. After sliding behind the steering wheel, Vern opened the garage door up and pulled his car into the driveway. After pulling out of his driveway, Vern drove to work wondering what the day would hold in store for him. As he drove, his mind drifted to the various fantasies that he had come up with since Halloween. Thoughts of kissing his bosses and the spanking and pinching women endured before the women's rights movement cross his mind. He day dreamed about being made to fear for his job if he did not please his boss just as she wanted while he drove. Vern knew that his fantasies would likely stay just that since he loved his wife and knew the times had changed since the stereotypical office scenarios he daydreamed about would have been possible with a female secretary and a male boss. He was also aware that office had to keep functioning or he would have to do away with his girl Fridays. Since he did not want to lose his new outlet for his cross-dressing, Vern realized that he was going to have to keep from trying to force his pretend bosses into positions that would likely be unsettling for them. Vern pulled his car into the parking lot and parked in his reserved spot. After exiting the vehicle, Vern hurried towards the door and pushed his way through it. "Almost on time," Vern heard Rose say as he entered the office. "Traffic," Vern replied with a smile. "Excuses, excuses, excuses," Rose retorted dismissively before she walked back towards his office beside Vern. Rose briefly smiled at Vern before she turned into his office and sat behind his desk while he reported to her desk. Charlotte and Anna then greeted Vern before Lucy entered the office. Lucy grinned at him for a few second before Cate made her way into the office. After placing her purse down on the receptionist desk, she hurried back towards the secretarial desks to see Vern. Grinning she looked at Lucy and said, "I think Vera's the more fashionable secretary." "We're not in competition," Lucy retorted. "Anything you say," Vern interjected. Lucy rolled her eyes before Cate added, "I think you could look a little better though, Vera." Vern gave Cate a quizzical look before she explained, "You just don't accessorize at all." "I really don't have much of a chance to do that sort of thing," Vern replied truthfully. "Well, then, let me help you," Cate said. Lucy laughed as she shook her head and interjected, "I wouldn't let her help you, Vera. She's a much younger woman with younger woman ideas about what it is to look good." "She's not that much younger." "Honey, she's got a decade on you," Lucy retorted with a smile. "I can still look young," Vern responded, feeling slightly taken aback and self conscious about his ever increasing age. "Keep lying to yourself. It's how the rest of us get through the day too," Lucy said with a laugh. "Vera doesn't need to lie to herself, but she could look a little younger." "Just a little," Vern rejoined before cracking a smile. "Leave everything to me," Cate replied. "Are you going to make me an offer I can't refuse?" Vern asked. "Are you propositioning me?" Cate deadpanned. "No!" Vern hastily exclaimed as his heart started to race, believing that Cate was misreading the situation. The smile on her face brought a sense of relief to him as she replied, "Just making sure, Vera." "So sure," Vern replied with a deep breath. Cate grinned as she said, "I've got just the set of bracelets for you." "Set of bracelets? What is there two? One for each arm?" "Oh, no. They're all for your right arm." "Why would I put multiple bracelets on one arm? Isn't one sufficient?" "Maybe for an old woman." "Don't look at me. I haven't bothered with bracelets since my first daughter was born," Lucy interjected. Vern and Cate looked over at her for a second before Cate scurried away from them to retrieve her purse. "So the odds on her just having these extra pieces of jewelry with her would be nonexistent if she didn't know I was going to be wearing a dress today, right?" Vern asked Lucy as Cate left them briefly alone. "No question," Lucy replied with a grin as she turned towards her work while Cate hurried back towards Vern. She reached into her bag and took out a set of six silver bracelets and told Vern to hold out his right arm. Vern hesitated before he watched Cate slide one silver ring after silver ring onto his arm. Vern followed their movements as they each slid down his arm before the clanged together as his member surged between his legs. When Cate finished, she stared at his ears and said, "I noticed that your ears were pierced the first time I met you." "Yes, but I haven't worn earrings in a while." "I bet the holes are still there though," Cate said as she inspected his ears. "I don't know," Vern said as he reached for his ears before Cate replied, "Let's find out." Vern dropped his arms and felt the bracelets slide down his arm before they chimed together. Vern cringed at the sound prompting, Lucy to say, "You sound like a moving Christmas bell." "Thanks," Vern replied in a tone dripping with sarcasm before the two large silver hoop earrings in Cate's hands caught his eye. "Those are garish." "Garish? They're as plain as earrings can get without being nothing more than a silver stud." "Maybe," Vern replied as Cate reached up to his ears and pushed the earring through one of the holes. "See, I told you they stay pierced," Cate said with a smile. Vern shrugged before Cate placed in the second earring and took a step back. "What do you think?" Vern asked. "Much better," Cate replied before she looked at Lucy. Lucy looked Vern over and said, "You don't look half bad in those." "Half bad? She's looks great," Cate countered. "Well, when you consider the total package...," Lucy responded. Rose smirked at the sound of the girls' gushing over Vern's appearance before she called out, "Vera, can I see you for a moment?" "Yes, Miss Hawley," Vern replied, almost instinctively. Vern entered the office as his bracelets clanged together. Rose shook her head while he entered the room before she said, "Jingle, jingle, jingle." "Yes, I know I feel like a jingle bell," Vern replied. "Well, you certainly look like a type of belle," Rose retorted with a grin. Vern nodded slightly with a smile as he asked, "What can I do for you?" "I wanted to take a look at you." "A look at me?" Vern asked as he raised his eyebrows and began to model his clothes a little. "That's enough, you little tart. I need a cup of coffee." Vern nodded as he took hold of Rose's cup and headed for the kitchen. As the cup of coffee started to brew, Charlotte entered the kitchenette. Charlotte gave Vern a slightly, uncomfortable hello before Vern greeted her. As the cup of coffee continued to pour out, Vern asked, "Got any big plans for the weekend?" "No me and my husband are just going out with some friends," Charlotte replied before she asked, "You?" "Same," Vern replied, before he caught himself and added, "Of course, I meant with my wife though. I don't have a husband." "Couldn't catch one," Charlotte asked with a smile, amused by Vern's verbal trip up. "I got the wrong bait," Vern answered with a laugh. "Well, knowing Shirley, there must be something to that bait," Charlotte responded with a grin. "She doesn't complain...about that." "She's probably got bigger and better things to complain about," Charlotte retorted. "I'm not that bad." "There's all that typical man stuff though," Charlotte rejoined. "I'm not a typical man," Vern retorted. "I'll say," Charlotte replied with a laugh as she looked down at the hemline that rested over his tights covered legs. Vern blushed as he responded, "She does complain about that though." "Some girls can't handle it." "Do you know any that could?" Vern asked as he removed Rose's cup from underneath the machine and slid it over to add milk while Charlotte put her cup under the coffee maker. "Not any that have told me. I imagine it's a thing most girls would keep to themselves, provided they didn't get divorced right away." "Would you get divorced right away?" Vern asked. "Not from my husband, because I love him. Anna on the other hand, she would throw her man out so fast if she ever thought he even dreamed about putting on a dress." "Yes, I could have guessed," Vern replied with a slight laugh as he finished stirring Rose's coffee. "I'll talk to you later," Vern then added to Charlotte with a smile while he exited the kitchenette holding Rose's cup of coffee. Vern carried the cup into Rose's office and said, "Here you are." "Thanks, Vera," Rose replied. Vern nodded before he walked back out of the office and towards the secretarial desk he was calling his own for the day. As he sat down, Vern looked at the email from Rose on his computer screen. Vern looked over the large number of emails that Rose was asking him to draft a response to. Vern did not waste a moment before he took to the task and began drafting response to each email. After he finished each, Vern sent to Rose for her review. Rose would invariably return the email with a few minor tweaks and suggestions, as Vern was prone to doing himself when he was working behind the boss's desk. Vern knew that she was doing it just tweak him, but he enjoyed it all the same. As Vern continued to make the changes and draft correspondence, Cate walked over and began to make small talk with Lucy. Vern listened while Cate talked about getting highlights in her hair. Vern wished that he could get them too, but he knew that he could not given his wife and his need to appear normal when he went about the parts of his life that demanded that he look like a typical man. The sound of a ringing phone sent Cate scurrying back to her desk while Vern continued to compose correspondence for Rose and send it for her review. Once Rose sent out the last email Vern sent her, she called over to his desk. Vern picked up the phone and asked, "Yes, Miss Hawley?" "Can you come into my office for a moment?" "Sure, Miss Hawley," Vern replied before he stood up. "Getting called into the principal's office?" Lucy asked with a smile. "Kind of feels that way," Vern answered with a half grin while he felt his member twitch. Vern walked towards Rose's office door and asked, "What can I do for you?" "I noticed the conference room is a bit of a mess. Do you think you could clean it up?" Vern was surprised by her request, but he knew her point was valid. He had used the conference room towards the end of the day before and remembered the state he had left it in. Vern nodded as he said, "Sure, Miss Hawley." Rose thanked him before Vern headed out of her office and towards the kitchenette again. He took hold of the sponge by the sink and wetted it before he pushed the door to the conference room open. Vern felt his member stir as he began to wipe the crumbs and dirt off the glass tabletop as he leaned over it. Cleaning had always made Vern feel feminine, whether it was at home or at work since it made him think back to when such tasks were considered women's work. Once the table was wiped off, Vern brought the sponge back into the kitchenette and wrung it out before he took hold of a bottle of Windex and a roll of paper towels. Vern walked back into the conference room and leaned over the table again while he sprayed the glass cleaner and rubbed it into the glass in a familiar circular motion. Vern finished cleaning the table before he put the cleaning supplies away in the kitchenette and returned to his desk. He sat down on Rose's low back, pleather chair and began to start filling out the forms that had been left in Rose's inbox. After completing a few documents, he heard Charlotte say over his shoulder, "Vera, when you get a moment, can you please put these on your to-do list?" Vern turned towards her and nodded his head before he said, "Can do." "Thanks, Vera," Charlotte said with a grin as she turned and walked back towards her office. Vern looked at the documents she wanted him to copy and shrugged before he went back to filling out the forms that had been in Rose's inbox. Once Vern finished with the forms, he stood up and took hold of the papers that Charlotte had dropped off on his desk. He made the copies she asked for before he brought them into her office. Charlotte thanked him before Vern headed back towards Rose's desk. As he sat down, Cate came over and said, "Vera?" "What's up?" "Rose's making me take a lunch order," Cate answered. "Making you?" Vern replied with a grin. "Yes, the queen bitch is pulling rank." "She's such a taskmaster," Lucy chimed in with a laugh. Vern laughed along with the girls before he gave Cate his order and turned his attention back to Rose's work. He went back to working on some forms, until Charlotte walked over and said, "Vera, can you be a dear and fax this for me?" Vern looked up at her and realized that whatever reservations she had about treating him like one of the support staff was gone when he was en femme. Vern nodded before he got to his feet and headed for the fax machine while Charlotte turned and went back into her office. As the machine processed the fax, Vern's mind drifted back to the conversations he had had with the girls. He felt that they were really treating him like one of the girls for the day. The thought made his manhood swell for a moment before he remembered where he was and tried to cease his arousal. Once the fax went through, Vern took the confirmation receipt and the documents and carried them back into Charlotte's office. Charlotte handed Vern the file and asked him to file away the document. Vern nodded before he searched through the folder for the sub-file the document belonged in. After he placed it away, he put the file on Charlotte's bookshelf and walked back into the corridor that led to his secretary's desk. Shortly after Vern sat down, he heard Cate announce the arrival of lunch over the public address system on the phones. Vern got to his feet and went over to her desk to pickup his lunch, as well as Rose's and Lucy's. He brought one bag to Rose who smiled and thanked him before he brought the remaining bags over to Lucy's desk. They sorted whose bag was whose before they each sat down at their desks and began to eat. As she finished chewing her food, Lucy asked, "How are things with Shirley?" "Never better," Vern replied before he asked about her husband. Lucy responded with a long list of complaints before she finished, "But other than that we're fine." "I'm glad I'm not Dean," Vern said with a smile. "Don't be so sure you're not. Your wife probably complains about you all the time at her job." "She shouldn't, I'm a prince," Vern replied with a grin and a laugh. "You look more like a princess," Lucy rejoined before she smiled. "Yes, but I'm less entitled." "Yes, being a secretary will certainly humble you a bit, but don't tell that to Rose." "No she prefers serving humble pie," Vern retorted. "Doesn't everyone?" Lucy inquired. Vern shrugged before he asked about Lucy's kids. Vern instantly regretted the question as Lucy spent the following twenty minutes detailing her daughters various troubles at school, their Girl Scout meetings and their dance classes. 'I was asking in generalities', Vern thought to himself as Lucy continued talking about what activities her girls were doing. After they finished eating lunch, he threw out his garbage in the kitchenette and washed his hands. As she stepped out of the kitchenette, Cate called over to him to tell him that the mail came in. Vern nodded as he walked towards her and began to sort the mail beside her while they made small talk for a few minutes. Once he finished sorting it, he walked back towards the other girls. He veered off the hallway to give certain documents to Charlotte and Anna before he walked towards Rose's office door. Rose looked up at Vern as he knocked upon it. She motioned for him to enter before Vern gave her the mail. Rose perused it for a moment before she grinned and said, "Why don't you review it first and make a synopsis of each letter?" Vern was struck by her request before he nodded and replied, "Okay." Vern turned and exited the office and headed back for his secretarial desk. Vern then read each letter before he wrote up a brief summary of its contents. Once he finished, Vern carried the letters and the summaries into Rose's office and placed them on her desk. As he went to leave, Rose asked him to take a seat. Vern nodded again before he sat down on a guest chair before the desk. It was strange to be staring at Rose in the exact reverse position that he normally looked at her in when they were at eye level in the office. Rose began to read each of Vern's summaries before she peppered him with questions about the various details contained in the letters or about his opinions, which Vern gave freely. Once she was finished quizzing Vern about the letters, she said, "Okay, thanks, Vera. Oh, and can you do one more thing for me?" "What?" Vern inquired. "Could you clean up your desk for me?" Vern looked around at the desk in front of Rose before a smile came across her face before she said, "No. I mean your desk." Vern realized she was referring to the secretaries' desk he was spending his day at before he nodded with a smile. Vern walked out of the office feeling his member stirring between his legs once more while he walked towards Rose's desk to organize it. He was aware that Rose was probably needling him given his long standing pet peeve about maintaining clean desks in the office place since he felt it looked more professional. Vern scurried about around her desk, sorting various documents that were strewn about and filing them away. As he finished the task, he sat down at the desk and noticed the task that Rose had sent him via email. Vern shook his head at the personal appointment that Rose had asked him to schedule for her. Vern laughed a little to himself before he picked up the phone and dialed the salon with which Rose wanted to schedule an appointment. The receptionist picked up and quickly put him on hold as Vern nodded his head. The woman came back onto the phone before she took down Rose's appointment request and scheduled her for a weekend haircut and manicure. Vern thanked the woman before he hung up. Lucy shook her head at Vern as he hung up the phone as she said, "Do you know how much Rose bitches about scheduling your personal appointments?" "I guess she figures turnabout is fair play," Vern answered. "Without a doubt," Lucy replied before she turned her attention back to her computer screen. Vern smiled as he turned and looked at the documents that were left for him to copy in Rose's inbox. He sighed as he stood back up and carried them towards the copy machine. He stood at the machine, making the various copies required of him for over a half an hour while he did his best to sort the materials as they came out of the machine. Once he finished with the copying job, he brought it into Anna's office. Anna gave him a look, but tried not to have to recognize his presence as he dropped the papers off in her office without saying a word. As he walked back towards his desk, Rose called out to him. Vern walked into her office and asked what she needed. She asked Vern to go to his desk and draft a letter for her review. Vern nodded before he complied with her request and sent it on to her for her review. After making the revisions that Rose required, Vern prepared a Federal Express package for the letter and the documents to go along with it for Rose's review. Rose approved and sealed the package before Vern returned to his desk and finished his workday filling out forms. Once the workday came to an end, Vern said goodbye to the girls as they began to file out the door. Rose was the last to leave, wanting to savor her turn as the boss a little longer. She thanked Vern for his work for the day before she headed for the door. As Rose exited the building and pulled out of the parking lot, Vern ventured to his car. He took hold of the bag containing his male clothes and brought it into the office before he locked the front door. Vern went into his office and took off his dress and bra. He struggled to remove the breast forms before he put them away in the bag and redressed in his male clothing over his tights and panties. After he finished dressing, Vern put on his men's shoes and went into the bathroom with his makeup bag. He did his best to remove his makeup, but he knew that traces of it were still left on his face. Vern shook his head at them, hoping his wife would not catch them if she beat him home, even though he knew better than that. Vern exited the bathroom and took hold of the shopping bag containing his female clothing and carried it out of the office. He placed the bag into his trunk before he drove home. As he arrived at his home, Vern was relieved to find that he had gotten home before his wife. He snuck the bag inside and hung the dress back up and put away his undergarments before he entered the shower. By the time he turned off the water and toweled himself off, Shirley had entered the home. Rose came up the stairs and saw Vern as he exited the bathroom covered only a towel. After exchanging pleasantries and small talk about their day, Shirley turned away from Vern and towards their bedroom. Vern followed her inside as he went to get dressed while Shirley changed out of her office attire and into something more comfortable for their dinner. Shirley noticed Vern's chipper demeanor while he got dressed. She found it strange until she caught a glimpse of the trace of makeup on his face as he turned towards a light. Shirley shook her head with a half smile and thought, "He just can't control himself." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- - As the second Friday afternoon since the deal neared its end, Vern scurried around the office making copies and assembling the copy sets that Charlotte asked Lucy to do for her. The pencil skirt of his grey suit constricted his steps and slowed him down as he tried to hurry. Vern felt a drip of sweat on his brow and wanted to remove the grey, wide rib, wool tights from his legs, but, given the hairy mess that was underneath them, Vern knew that they had to remain there. He packaged the documents together and carried it towards Charlotte's office as his three inch black ballerina wedges wrapped against the floor. Charlotte thanked Vern before he straightened out the multilayered necklace that Cate had given him to wear for the day. He then took a deep breath as he hurried towards the copier and checked on the copy job he was making for Anna. The sound of the opening front door was lost on him while Vern continued moving hastily around the copy room. He only stopped when he heard Cate greet his wife. Cate did not see anything wrong with her being there, since she was confident that Vern had not kept his deal a secret with her. "Where's my husband at?" Shirley asked with a smile after exchanging pleasantries with Cate. "He's running around here somewhere doing something for Rose or Miss Hawley, as he calls her," Cate replied with a laugh. "Pardon?" Shirley asked as Vern felt his stomach sink. Cate gave Shirley a strange look before she looked around for Vern, realizing that her assumption was incorrect. Vern swallowed hard as he walked towards the reception desk and said, "Hi, Shirley. I wasn't expecting you." "I could have guessed that," Shirley replied as the smile left her face as Vern strolled towards her while she stood before him in a navy blue skirtsuit that was not very different from the grey one he was wearing. "I would have worn something a little different if I knew you were coming," Vern said with a nervous feeling in his stomach. Shirley nodded before she replied, "That would have taken the surprise element of it." "Yes," Vern replied slowly. "Well, I wanted to surprise you by making reservations at this nice little restaurant I heard so much about. It's not often that I get off this early." "No. It's definitely not," Vern replied feeling guilty before he noted, "I've got a change clothes here. We can still go if you want." "That's good," Shirley replied in a stilted way, unsure of why Vern was cross-dressed around his coworkers on a normal workday. Shirley shook her head as silence filled the room. She punctured it as she asked, "So is this a regular occurrence?" "It's not everyday," Vern countered. "Okay, how many days is it?" "Every Friday," Vern admitted, hanging his head a little. "I should have guessed. There's been makeup traces on your regular clothes. So I guess it's just coming off when you change at the end of the day, and there have been traces on your face. Part of me just thought you were doing when you got home." "Where would the fun be in that?" Rose asked as she walked towards the reception desk to greet Shirley. "How long has this been going on?" Shirley then asked. "A few weeks since Halloween," Rose answered for Vern. "Okay, I'll guess I'll ask the question. Why?" "He enjoys it. We enjoy it." "You enjoy it? I know he likes it, but what's in it for you?" Cate asked Rose for clarification. "Well, we get to be a boss every three weeks." "Say what?" "Vern cycles through roles with Lucy, Cate and myself. We each get a day every three weeks were we get to be the boss for once and Vern answers to us." "And this hasn't caused a problem?" "No. Productivity is up and the workforce has never happier since we instituted Vern's Girl Fridays," Rose replied. "Save for one," Cate interjected. Shirley ignored Cate's comment as she laughed and said, "You have a name for it." "Yes, Girl Fridays seems appropriate," Cate replied. Shirley laughed as she shook her head while she looked over Vern and said, "This is why I never find you boring. You always pull something like this out of thin air." "You're not mad?" Vern asked. "I'm not happy that you kept this from me, but I'm not all that surprised, baby." Vern let a visible sigh of relief. Noticing it, Shirley grinned as she replied, "I just wish you had told me sooner so that I could get in on the action." Vern gave her a perplexed look before Shirley added, "I may not be able to work with you and the other girls, but there are other ways to let me enjoy, Vera." Shirley implied reference to him as a girl made Vern's member stir even as he wondered what his wife had in mind. He did not have to wait long before Shirley continued, "If you want to do a Girl Friday, I see no reason for it to stop and end it in the office, it should be an all day event." "You want me around the house like this?" Vern asked. "Well, want is a strong word. I'd rather have my husband and my best friend around the house, but I can enjoy having my best girlfriend in his place for the evening, if that's what she wants." "I don't want to make you uncomfortable." "I assure you, Vera, you won't be making me uncomfortable, although, I can't promise that you'll be super comfortable in your pumps on our shopping trips." "Wow, you want me to go out like this?" Vern shrieked. "There's no reason to keep your pretty face cloistered away." Shirley's remark made the girls' laugh. "But what will people think?" Vern asked. "I don't think most people would think twice about you," Rose chimed in. "I don't think anyone will think you're lesbians, if that's what you're worried about," Cate interjected. Vern glared at her, knowing that she was well aware that that was not even on his radar when it came to his concerns about being en femme in public. "No. We're far too pretty for that. If Vern wants people to think we're lesbians, he's got to butch things up a bit, because I sure as hell won't," Shirley replied. The girls snickered in response before Vern crossed his arms. Shirley smiled as she held her arm out for him to hook his own around while she said, "Off we go, my pretty baby."