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No One Notices a Secretary Belladonna [Author's note: Based on a caption made for me by Tranzmute] "Do you have any leads yet?" My secretary asked as she knocked on my door. Still clutching my head, I shook it before I replied, "Not a damn clue." "Oh," was all Theresa uttered in response. I shook my head again while I said, "I've spent over a million dollars trying to find the source of that damn leak. I've used IT, our team, and outside contractors, just to make sure it isn't our IT, and none of them can find out who in our design teams is leaking the damn stuff." Theresa gave me a concerned look while she stared at my flustered face. I was borderline despondent as I further exclaimed, "Every investigator I've brought in has come up with nothing! They've searched every person in this company from top to bottom and have come up with nothing!" "You've got be making some progress," Theresa replied, trying to console me. "You see the leaks still coming. I'm no closer than I was five months ago when the fucking thing started." Theresa nodded her head slightly before she asked, "So what's your next step?" I sighed as I thought about it. I did not have a single idea left about what I could do to find out who was leaking my company's trade secrets and classified information to one of my top competitors. I was not entirely sure that my competitor was not bribing the very people I brought in to investigate these things at my company to make sure that nothing was found. Theresa called me paranoid about it, but I was sure that someone with an uncorrupted, keen investigative eye would have gotten to the bottom of it already. Theresa interpreted my silence as an admission that I was out of ideas. She walked into my office and closed the door behind her before she asked, "Why don't you look into yourself?" "I'd love to," I admitted before continuing, "but nobody is stupid enough to let on anything around me." Theresa nodded before a smile came to her face while she asked, "What would you be willing to give to catch this guy?" "He's destroying everything I ever built. I'd give my left nut to catch and crush the fuck." "What if you could look into yourself?" "What do you mean?" I inquired. "What if you could blend in with everybody else and look for it from within?" "How could I possibly do that?" I countered. "A little undercover investigation is in order," Theresa replied as she sat down and crossed her long, thin, black stocking covered legs. My eyes drifted to her toned calves as she playfully kicked one leg over the other. Theresa knew that I was attracted to her on some level, and she played up her femininity around me to help keep me predisposed to treat her well. "What do you think?" Theresa asked, breaking the silence between us. "If I could, I would, but..." "You can," Theresa responded, cutting me off. "How?" I countered. "We can disguise you as someone else." "This isn't the movies, Theresa," I retorted. "No. I'm talking about doing a real good job of it. I'm talking about a really deep cover." "How deep is really deep?" I asked with a laugh. "Deep enough that not a piece of you won't be changed." I was intrigued by her thought process before I asked, "And what would I be doing?" "You would be working here and looking for the leads from within." "What could I do without any credentials?" I replied. "The same thing that everyone does, an entry level job." "So I'd be a mail room boy. I'm a little old for that. I guess I could be the janitor..." "No, those positions wouldn't give you the opportunity to look for the things you need to be on the lookout for." "What position would?" "You would have to work under someone who knows about the plan and would give you some leeway to inquire about things." "So we would have to bring someone else on. I don't know whom I can trust. It could be anyone of my executives who's leaking this information, just as easily as it could be someone from the design team or IT..." "What about me then?" Theresa inquired, cutting me off again. "You?" "Why not?" "Secretaries don't get promoted to the head of a multibillion dollar company!" "True, but really eccentric majority owners can do what they want, can't they?" Theresa retorted with a wink. The wink turned me on, but I replied, "That doesn't mean that my employees or the people who deal with my company will be happy about it." "They'll come around if the leaks stop and the company returns to a higher level profitability." I shrugged and admitted, "That may very well be true," before adding, "but even if we could do it, what would I be doing for you?" "You'd be working the job that opened up." "What job?" I replied, somewhat obliviously in retrospect. "The job of my secretary," Theresa answered. "Your secretary?" I replied, almost laughing. "It's the perfect position for you." "What? Why?" I inquired, struggling not to laugh at the absurdity of her comments. Theresa explained, "They blend in a lot better than investigators and bosses. Everyone is always looking at the boss. They know who the investigators are and know they have to cover up their trails, but no one notices the secretary." "You don't think I notice you?" I asked with a smile. Theresa cupped her hands over her knees as she answered, "I know you do, but people don't notice them, the way I'm talking about them." "I hired investigators in those kinds of roles though, and they couldn't find shit." "Yes, but as you said, those people may have been paid off by your rivals." I nodded, realizing that she had a point. "I would imagine that you could not be bought off to look the other way," Theresa replied as she smiled and raised her eyebrows. I nodded silently while I began to rub my chin. After a few seconds passed, I asked, "Could I use you to be my eyes and ears?" "You could, but I don't know the things that you know about the business. I'm not sure that I'd even know what I'm looking for," Theresa answered. I nodded my head and said, "I couldn't expect you to. You're just a secretary." "Thanks," Theresa retorted while she gave me the evil eye. I looked up at her and said, "You know that I didn't mean anything by it." "I know, but that doesn't make it any less hurtful," Theresa retorted. I nodded before I apologized. Theresa accepted it and we moved on. I then said, "I don't think I could make a believable secretary." "Why not?" Theresa asked. "People notice male secretaries," I answered. "Who said anything about being a guy?" Theresa retorted. My eyes almost bugged out of my skull before I laughed and said, "Well, I really can't pull that off." "With your money? You definitely could." "But I'm a man..." Theresa laughed as she shook her head and replied, "Richard, you're certainly a man, but that doesn't foreclose the option, in and of itself." I gave her a curious look before she continued, "You're not a big guy, Richard. You're 5'3"; most women in the company are taller than you. You'd probably be less conspicuous as a girl than a guy at your height." I nodded, agreeing that my diminutive height would certainly never give me away. I thought that it would certainly be nice for it to come in handy for once. Theresa then added, "And you're a thin man. With a little padding, you could probably have a good physique for a girl." I blushed at her comment and shook my head, trying to clear away the image that she had etched in my mind. I responded, "I've still got this face to deal with." "There are prosthetics for that kind of stuff," Theresa replied. "How would you know?" "I've got connections with this company that specializes in full body makeovers." "What are you talking about?" "It's nothing permanent. Everything can be undone with some special adhesive removers and other stuff like that." "You sound crazy," I replied. "It's all true," Theresa responded with a hurt look. I shook my head before I asked, "Can you prove it to me?" "Are you willing to go through with it?" Theresa countered. I sighed and thought about her words for a moment. I felt as if I really had no way to find the leaks other than to uncover them myself, given my investigators' failures to uncover the first clue. I threw my hands up and admitted the truth, "It's basically the only chance I have left to figure this out." Theresa smiled before she asked if she could use my phone to call the company she had talked about. I shrugged, but did not fight her. I was still in disbelief about her claims, so I really did not think much of it when she picked up the phone and dialed the number. She made some quick plans with the woman on the end of the other line before Theresa asked if we could head over right then. I checked my schedule before I said, "Why not?" Theresa nodded with a smile before she told the woman that we would head over to the office. "I'll call for your car," Theresa said as she got to her feet. "Thank you," I replied, wondering if I should give up humoring her delusions. Still, I was intrigued by the possibility that it was real. After all, what possible reason would Theresa have to lie to me? Soon after, Theresa called into my office to let me know that my car was ready to take us to the clinic. I stood up and walked out of the office beside her. We took the elevator down before I headed for the car beside her to head on over to the facility. After the car pulled up near the facility, we got out of it and began walking towards the discreet city clinic. I looked at the building that looked no different from any office building in the area. I shrugged while I walked towards it and noticed that there was nothing on the building's exterior that gave away that the kind of activities that Theresa was describing actually took place there. I shook my head as we got closer to the building. I thought back to what had gone through my head in the months leading up to that moment. I kept wondering if I was crazy for even considering going forward with Theresa's proposal. The fact that it excited me a little made me concerned as well. I wondered why the idea of appearing to be a powerless secretary was so alluring to me, after spending so many years under the gun at my position at the top. I wondered if the stress of the position was finally catching up to me. Part of me knew that I was driven to that point by my desire to get to the bottom of the leaks, even as another part of me figured that there was also the appeal of being able to get away from all the pressure of my position for a little while. Even while I did not really believe her statements about the clinic, more than a small part of me wished that it was all true. I watched as Theresa went up to the door and knocked upon it. A large man looked out over us before he recognized Theresa from the clearance information provided to him. The man then opened the door to let us inside. Shortly after we entered the clinic, a young woman came over to greet us. I was a bit surprised that there was actually something similar to what Theresa claimed as the woman explained what the clinic did. We shook her hand before the woman brought us into a small room to begin my consultation. As I listened to the woman's statements regarding the quality of the clinic's work, I found myself, in turns, amused and intrigued. While I wished that the clinic could do everything it promised, I was certain that it was all an extremely elaborate scam. "Are there any questions?" The woman asked when she finished her pitch. "This is all a little much to believe," I replied. The woman smiled as she said, "Would you like to see some before and after shots." I laughed as I replied, "What the hell?" The woman turned away from me for a second to grab hold of a stack of photographs. She then placed them in front of me and said, "Why don't you take a look and tell me what you think?" I gawked at the before and after pictures that the staff was showing me before the staff member asked about one picture, "Do you want to see how this all looks in person?" Still somewhat in disbelief over the quality of the clinic's work, I nodded in response. I caught the amused smile on Theresa's face out of the corner of my eye and wondered again if this was all a very sophisticated ruse. "Follow me then," the woman said with a friendly smile. I walked behind the woman beside Theresa before we were allowed to look in at room of people in various stages of transformation. I was stunned by what I saw. I could not believe how the half transformed people looked. Parts of their bodies and faces were completely incongruous with the rest. There were gender changes, race changes, every type of physical transformation I could imagine. A White man was becoming a Black woman; a thin Asian man was becoming a fat Asian woman. It was as intriguing to see as it was stunning. Theresa smiled at my agape mouth and asked, "So what do you think?" "This is amazing," I responded after a pause. "Believe me now?" Theresa asked with a grin. I could not pretend otherwise, so I nodded. "So, are you going to be using our services?" The young woman asked. "We need a moment," I replied "Of course," she replied as she led us back to the consultation room. I sat alone with Theresa before we began to discuss the pros and cons of me going through with it. With every doubt dispelled about going undercover, and certain that there was no other way left, I agreed to go forward with it. I made arrangements with the clinic to go through with the changes before we left. With that decision made, our planning of my "retirement," Theresa's "promotion" and my return as a secretary kicked into overdrive during our trip back to the office. We kept things vague until we reentered my office and closed the door behind us. We sat down and hammered out the terms of the business "transition" in less than an hour. Seeing as I held virtually all of the cards, it was a fairly one sided negotiation. We drafted the newsletter and interoffice email to announce my formal "retirement." The letter noted that the retirement was more of an open ended sabbatical than a retirement and that I would be returning at an unspecified date. In the interim, I was appointing my secretary, Theresa Barros, as my replacement, explaining that she was chosen since she knew how to run the company "my way." I still remembering staring at my secretary's name with the title "Interim President and CEO" and shaking my head. It seemed unreal that I would see anyone else with those titles at my company during my lifetime, let alone my secretary. I'm sure that they were a shock to others when they reached my employees and those that dealt with my company. People must have really thought that I had lost my mind over the leaks, and, to be honest, they would probably have been right. I did not give Theresa the majority control of the company that she requested. I knew that would be too reckless as I would be giving up my reins on the company. Instead, I gave her the job titles and powers of those positions. I firmly retained ownership, figuring that it would protect my interests and make for an easy return to reassert control over the company when the time finally came. I gave Theresa special benefits, however, figuring that I would be buying her continuing loyalty. I gave her the full executive salary that I had been making and even agreed to let her stay at my mansion to entertain guests, noting that she could not bring business associates to her apartment. Theresa thanked me before she agreed to use her position to help me in my efforts to uncover the source of the leaks from within. I thanked her for the idea before I sent the email and newsletters out to the world. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Weeks passed before my "retirement" date. I hoped that the source of the leaks would be uncovered before I had to go through with it, but the leaks continued unabated. As the date with my appointment with the clinic arrived, I took a cab to the facility. Deciding not to let my driver know where I was going the last time he was going to see me as a man for a long time, I felt I had little choice but hail a cab. Regardless, my driver was assigned to Theresa starting that day anyway, and I did not want to step on her toes on her first day as the boss by giving conflicting orders to her driver. I went to the clinic and fought off the last second reservations that crept into my head. I knew that I had come so far that I could not back out. I paid my faire with cash before I hurried towards the door of the building. I rang the buzzer and was permitted to enter by security. I sat in the waiting room for a few moments before I was taken in for the modifications. They started by removing all my body hair. I was embarrassed to be standing nude in front of the female technician, but she treated the situation as ho-hum as she took care to spray me with the depilatory. I was relieved to finally be able to cover myself up in a hospital gown while she took to killing my facial hair at its roots before she waxed my eyebrows. I was shocked by how much that hurt and kind of wished they had used the depilatory on it, but I guess that would be too close to my eyes. After they finished with my body and facial hair, I was taken in for work on my primary and secondary sex characteristics. I was intrigued as I watched them contort my cock and balls and shove them into the prosthetic pussy. I could not believe how real it looked. It was beyond freaky to see it below my flat hairless chest before the female technician came towards me with two jiggling masses that I could tell were breasts without even seeing the nipples concealed by her hands. The technician had me lay down while she glued the two masses to my chest. She told how lucky I was to be thin enough to pull off B-Cups. I was not counting myself lucky at that point, but she pointed out how much less they weighed than larger breasts. I suppose I understood her point about it being easier on my back to have smaller breasts the more I thought about it. Once my breast forms were firmly secured, I was given a bra to help keep them from moving around on me and a pair of panties to give me some modesty. I listened as the technician advised me how to put on the bra. I followed her directions and managed to hook it before I put on the matching black panties. I felt strange looking down at the hairless female form below my neck, knowing that I was still unambiguously a guy above my neck. I knew that I had to look like a freak, but I could not do anything about it. After I finished putting on the underwear, I put on my dressing gown again and laid back down on the table. The technician then went to work on my face. She added prosthetics to my nose and chin to help smooth out some of the rougher edges to my face. Once she finished with my face, she began to work on my neck. I asked what she was doing and she noted that she had to cover up my Adam's apple and help work on my voice. I went to ask how, but she scolded me to keep quiet and still while she worked on my neck. I kept still and felt something press against my throat. It felt tight, but I could still breathe without an issue, which was some relief. After the woman finished affixing a prosthetic to cover up my neck, she asked me to speak. I said a couple of words before I came to a stop, stunned by the unmistakably feminine tone of my voice. She smiled as she explained how the voice box modifier I was adorned with worked. I was stunned by its novelty, while the businessman in me wondered what kind of market it had. After I finished with my prosthetics, I was taken into another room to match the hue of my prosthetics to my skin. The male technician told me to strip, which I did with some hesitation. I disliked the way I looked naked before this man, looking like half a woman. I covered up my fake pussy and breasts to preserve what little modesty I had. This just brought laughter from the male technician, who noted I had nothing added that he had not seen a thousand times before. I nodded feeling sick to my stomach before I got into the booth that he told me to enter. As I stepped into it, he gave me a pair of goggles and told me to keep my mouth shut. I nodded as he began to spray my body with this dark liquid. I noticed the darker coloring that was being left on my skin as the warm spray crept up my leg and shrieked, "What are you doing?" "We're just giving you a little more cover," the technician said as he ceased spraying me. "Why?" "You're less likely to be discovered if you don't have the same skin tone." "But I don't want to be black." The technician gave me a blank look before he noted, "Well, good news, that's not going to get darker. You're severally hues from black, dear. We're just going for Southern European as opposed to your lily white Northern European look." "Oh," I replied, breathing a slight sigh of relief. I figured it would be difficult enough to transition to a woman without having to deal with a total race change and all the expectations people would have of me accordingly. The technician looked at me and asked if he could continue doing his job. I nodded and watched the spray work its way up my body, dying my skin tone a bronzed color. The technician stopped before he reached my head. He put my hair up in shower cap before he sprayed my face, careful to avoid my eye area. When he finished, he turned on the shower and washed away the residue that had not bonded with my skin. I was stunned by the perfectly even toned, bronzed skin beneath my neck. The technician pulled me out of the booth and sat me down before he removed my goggles and shower cap and began adding color around my eyes, reminding me several times not to move while he did his work. After the technician finished with me, the clinic's staff came up to me and brought me down to its in-house cafeteria for lunch. As I sat down at the table and ate my lunch, I gazed around the room, stunned by the ongoing transformations of those around me. There were many who were already completely done, but there were some like me that still had work left to be done. I wondered if I looked as strange with my short light brown hair coming from my bronzed skin as the blonde hair coming from behind the head of the Chinese looking woman, who I was sure was a man just like me. I wondered which people were wearing prosthetics and which people were there not wearing anything to conceal their real identities. Playing the game of guessing who was real and fake took me through my lunch before I was brought to get my hair done. The female technician greeted me with a smile before she sat me down and began to add extensions to my hair. The process was painstaking and brutally slow. Only the news channel playing in the background kept my mind interested while I spent the commercials thinking about what was happening to me and coming to terms to what I had agreed to. I wondered how things would be at work as I undertook a new persona that held none of the powers that I was used to wielding to get my way at the office. After several hours, the woman finished with my extensions and took to dying my hair a dark brown color to match my intended ethnicity. Once my hair was finished drying, I was taken into a makeup studio. The stylist moved around me and added short acrylic extensions to my fingertips before she began to paint my elongated fingernails a pale pink color that stood out against my skin tone. As they dried, she began to apply the color to my toenails. While we waited for my nails to dry, she went to work on another client of the clinics. I watched with intrigue as she worked on the man. After a half an hour passed, she came back over to me and said that my clothes were being brought up. I was intrigued to see what I would be wearing. It was not long before the clinic staff carried up a bag containing my initial outfit. I was brought behind a screen to take off my hospital dress and put on the items contained in the bag. I was less than thrilled when I saw the short, long sleeved, white dress that was decorated with pinkish butterfly patterns, as well as a pair of silver pumps. I aired my concerns, which only brought a response explaining that the pumps were picked so that I would not mess up my nails until they dried more and the dress was designed to show me just how much of a change I had undergone. I disrobed and pulled the dress over my head. I yanked at its above the knee hemline, even as I knew that I was not going to make it any longer by doing so. Once I resigned myself to that fact, I slipped my feet into the high heeled pumps and emerged from behind the curtain. The stylist and the other clinic staff gave me approving looks before I was sat down so that the stylist could do my makeup. She explained every piece of makeup to me as she applied it, giving me as much advice as she could before moved onto the next cosmetic. Once she finished, she stood me up and told me to wait while she called my handler. I was a bit surprised by the way she referred to the person as my handler. I wondered exactly what about me they were handling. It didn't take long for Michelle Luna to walk into the room. She introduced herself to me and explained that she would be in charge of my feminization. I was a bit attracted to the girl, which made it difficult for me to handle the fact that I was not the powerful man I was to being in her eyes. After exchanging introductions, Michelle and the stylist asked if I was ready to see the "new me." I nodded, almost eager to see the extent of the changes. Michelle and the stylist smiled while they lead me towards a room. They opened the doors and I saw the mirrors that filled all four sides of the room, save for the door. I was in shock as I stared at myself, examining my body from every angle. I looked nothing like the man that I knew I was beneath the dye and the prosthetics. Nothing about me looked the same. The only thing I could recognize about me, besides my overall build, was my eyes. Even my eyes were thrown by the dark black eyeliner behind them and the dark mascara that lifted my eyelashes. The fact that my thin body had such a feminine look to it with little additions to my primary sex characteristics was stunning, but looking back on it, I know I should not have been surprised. I could not believe how right Theresa had been about everything. There was no way that anyone at work would recognize me now. Over the following week and a half, the clinic took to training me so that no one would ever put two and two together about who I really was. I was drilled with my back-story for my feminine identify, Susana Sampaio. I learned all about her fake family and the fake credentials that my new resume was created to detail. I was also put through rigorous training to learn how to walk, talk, sit and otherwise pass myself off as a normal woman. Those training sessions were also filled with training on applying and reapplying makeup, self- styling my hair and learning how to wash, put on and care for the delicates demanded by my temporary sex. It was a relief to be released from the clinic and sent on my way back to the office for an interview for the position as Theresa's secretary. I was concerned about word slipping out about my feminization, given the other leaks at the company, but no one let onto anything when I entered the building and met with my human resources director. I could see she was impressed with my resume, even as she seemed upset that Theresa was not promoting someone to the position of her secretary from within. She even felt the need to mention that to me, explaining that she figured that Theresa did not want someone who was once near her equal working as her assistant. I nodded, understanding the woman's conclusion and the bitterness in her tone about all the far more qualified people that had been passed over for Theresa's new position. After a half-hour interview, Theresa called the human resources director to talk about me. The director gave a glowing report before I was sent to "Theresa's office." I followed the human resources director to the office. I passed by, literally, hundreds of familiar faces that showed no hint that they knew who I really was. I even caught more than a few of the guys leering at my thin sheer, black, floral patterned tights covered legs that were peeking out from beneath the hem of my dress. I don't know why that made me smile, but it did. The human resources director knocked upon Theresa's door before she permitted us to enter. I walked through the door and looked around before I was "introduced" to Theresa. Theresa smiled as she told us to take a seat. I sat in front of my desk for the first time ever. I looked around and saw the various decorations that Theresa had put up to make the office her own. There was little trace that Richard Frampton had ever called the office his, just as there was little evidence that Richard Frampton was in that office at that moment. I started to talk with Theresa and the human resources director for a few minutes before Theresa gave her an approving nod and told her that she would finish the interview with me. After she left, Theresa had me close the door before she looked me over and said, "They did some job on you." "Tell me about it," I replied, prompting Theresa to laugh. "I would have never recognized you, if they hadn't told me that the resume was yours." "I can't even recognize myself," I replied. Theresa nodded before she shook her head and said, "I was hoping that my secretary wouldn't be hotter than me." "I wouldn't go that far," I replied. Theresa smiled as she responded, "I know you're not a threat to me." I rolled my eyes and laughed as I replied, "That was never a goal of mine." "I know it," Theresa said before she sat back down behind the desk I had ceded to her. Theresa asked me a few questions about my time at the clinic before I asked her about what had gone on since I left. We filled each other in before Theresa got up and hugged me and said, "You've got the job." "Really? I'm so surprised," I replied, trying to feign shock. Theresa laughed before she opened up the door to her office. As we wrapped up the "interview," Theresa took me back down to the human resources director to complete the forms required to start with the company before we said goodbye to one another. I finished them up and parted ways with the human resources director With the formality of my new "employment" out of the way, I went to the address that the clinic had provided for my new home. It was all part of my cover. They had gotten me an apartment that I could afford to maintain on my secretary's salary. I was sure that it was going to be nothing special, but I was a bit concerned as I saw the character of the neighborhood emerging when I got close to my building. I felt weak and vulnerable walking down the city streets in heels and a dress. The comments I got from some men who were trying to hit me up did not do anything to help put my concerns to bed. Once I got to my building, I breathed a sigh of relief as I unlocked the front door. I made my way over to the elevator and pressed the button to go up. Once the elevator came down, I got into it and rode it up to the twelfth floor that housed my new home. I got off and went towards my apartment number before I put my key into the lock. I pushed open the creaking door and could not help but feel a little deflated about the cramped surroundings. I stepped into the apartment and locked the door behind me before I looked around the one bedroom apartment. There was a tight kitchen that was located next to a small breakfast nook that I knew that I would be eating my meals at home in, instead of the large eat in kitchen that I was used to at my home. The living room was similarly small and was painted a pale beige color. The furniture was cheap and clearly used. I realized that the clinic's staff had gone to great extents to make sure that this apartment looked exactly like that of an apartment of a woman in my secretarial shoes. I moved past the small pink tiled bathroom and towards the one bedroom at the rear of the apartment. The room was not very large, but it had a wall to wall closet along the side wall across from the one window. I threw open the closet door and saw that it was stuffed to the brim with female clothing. All of my work clothes revolved around skirts or dresses. There were no dress pants in the closet to my chagrin. I had a few pairs of jeans and shorts, but I knew that they would do me no good at work. I closed the closet doors and made my way over to the dresser. It too was filled with nothing but female clothing, although I was not expecting anything else by that point. I closed the drawers to the dresser and made my way over to the bed. I sat upon the edge of it. It was not terribly uncomfortable beneath me while I looked around the tight quarters that would be my sanctuary from the world during my stint as a secretary. Part of me could not believe that I was crazy enough to be in the position I found myself in, while another part of me was excited about the prospect of catching the bastard who was destroying my company and getting to live another life for a little while. The conflicting emotions were a drain on me until my first day at work. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As the morning of my first day of my secretarial employment came, I got up early and took a shower. After I carefully dressed in my intimates, I put on a white blouse and a black skirt suit before I put on my makeup and did my hair. I adorned myself with a few pieces of jewelry, as Michelle had taught me to accessorize myself, before I ate a quick breakfast and headed out the door. I made my way to the building's elevator and got on it beside a group of others. I was easily the shortest person in the elevator, and I felt intimidated by the others in ways that were alien to me when I was a man. I felt strangely weak even though my body was no weaker than it was before. Once the elevator reached the ground floor, I headed with the mass of people towards the door. We each made our way to our various destinations. I went for a nearby train stop and bought my ticket before I waited on the raised platform for the train. It was a cool morning and the wind stung me through my sheer pantyhose as I waited for the train to come. Once it pulled in, there was practically pandemonium when it came to getting on it. I rushed aboard with the crowd and fought for a seat before the train made its way towards my office. I looked around the train and reaffirmed my belief that my neighborhood was not as bad as I first thought. Originally, I thought I was in a ghetto, but I grew to realize that my neighborhood was just a working class neighborhood that was not all that bad. I was thankful for that as the train continued to make its way down the tracks. As the train pulled into my destination station, I got to my three inch high heeled adorned feet and moved towards the door, carrying my purse. I pushed my way out of the train car with a crowd against the masses that were pushing their way in. I struggled to keep my balance in my black, patent leather pumps, but I managed to do it. I then exited the station on the escalator and began the five block walk to my office. Walking around the familiar area near my office, I felt far more secure and safe than I did walking around the unfamiliar neighborhood I was now calling home. I walked through the door and greeted the security in the building. I got my information taken down by the building before they took me to get a secure pass so that I would not have to go through security each morning. I thanked them for the card bearing my new identity before I made my way to the elevator and got on with a group of others. Once I got off the elevator and made my way to the door to my office, I took a deep breath before I walked into the office to assume my temporary role while I searched for the culprits. I walked in and introduced myself to the receptionist by the door. We exchanged a few pleasantries and compliments. She liked my necklace, while I forced myself to praise her dress. I then made my way to Theresa's old desk. It looked the same, save for the lack of decorations, which had since migrated to my old office. I placed my fingertips upon the Formica top of the desk that was so much different from the glass covered wood top I had grown accustomed to on my executive's desk. I tapped the tips of my elongated pink fingernails against the desktop before I placed my purse down on top of the desk. I looked around for something to do before I decided to meet with Theresa. I walked towards her open door and stepped inside. Theresa gave me an inquisitive look before she asked me to close the door. I closed it and walked towards her desk before she asked me to take a seat. I sat across from her in the guest chairs that I had picked out for the office several years earlier. Theresa put her elbows onto the desk and leaned towards me and said in a stern voice, "Susana, I can't have you just walking in here unannounced." I was stunned by her statement. I was silent for a few seconds before I asked, "What did I do?" "You didn't knock and ask if you could come in." "Oh, come on," I replied. "Susana, this is a place of business. I can't have all of my employees thinking it's okay to just walking into my office without permission." "But they're my employees..." Theresa cut me off as she explained, "No. For the time being, they're my employees, and we have to keep that straight. Perception matters. I can't have people disrespecting me as the new boss, just like we can't have people wondering why my secretary, that's you, has special privileges." I nodded understanding her concerns. Theresa stared at me for a second before she asked, "Are we understood?" "Yes," I replied. "Good," Theresa replied before she asked, "Now, what can I do for you?" "I just wanted to talk..." "About what?" I was surprised by how forceful she was as I replied, "About my work." "Well, make it quick. I'm a busy woman, Susana," Theresa retorted. I squirmed a little, which I'm sure was the intended effect of Theresa's words. I'm not sure why I was intimidated by her, given our true positions, but there was something about her that seemed powerful at that moment that I had not seen before. I replied, "I just want to discuss, what I'm going to be doing." "You'll be doing my job." "I guess, but I need to look into the other stuff, while I'm here." "You can do your little investigation stuff, but I'm a big executive, so I need a competent secretary, just like Richard Frampton had." "I understand that, but..." "There are no buts, Susana. I need you to do what is expected of you as a secretary. We both need it." "Why?" I inquired. "Because we need everyone to think that you're really a secretary and not some investigator that Richard Frampton dumped off here." I swallowed hard as I nodded and asked, "What do you need me to do?" "You know the typical stuff that was expected of me, handling the calls that our sent our way, making copies when I need them, faxing things when I need you to, ordering me lunch, picking up my dry cleaning..." "Picking up your dry cleaning," I exclaimed. "Mr. Frampton made me do it a number of times, Susana. I'm not asking anymore of you than my old boss asked of me," Theresa replied, making sure to keep reminding me that I was no longer Richard Frampton in the eyes of anyone in the workplace. "Okay," I relented. "Good, then you're also going to be getting me coffee or tea or water, when I'm feeling it. Maybe some snacks from the closet. You'll work on some correspondence for me and sort and go through my mail. All that typical administrative office place happy horseshit." I nodded before I asked, "But when will I have time to investigate?" "You just keep your ears open. You're going to be moving around this whole place. Talk to people, maybe some of them will give something up." I nodded before I asked, "What can I start out with?" Theresa grinned from ear to ear before she answered, "I'm feeling a wee bit parched, why don't you fetch me a cup of tea, girl?" I nodded before inquiring if she wanted milk or sugar. She told she wanted just a little milk so I took her cup off her desk and made my way to the kitchen. I went to the water cooler and filled her cup up with hot water before I stuck in the tea bag. I pressed the bag with one of the plastic spoons as Theresa must have done thousands of times before for herself and me over the years. As I added milk to the cup, one of my employees walked in and introduced himself. I told him my fake name, and we made small talk for a little while. He did not tell me anything I really did not know about him already before I separated from him and made my way back to Theresa's office, careful not to spill the hot tea on myself. I made sure to knock upon her door and wait for her permission to step inside. Theresa gave me an approving nod before she permitted me to enter. I placed the cup of tea upon her desk and asked, "Is there anything else you need from me?" Theresa smiled as she handed me a stack of papers and said, "Please make copies for each of the board members. We're having a meeting late this afternoon, and I want to hand this out to them for their review." I nodded as I took the papers from her hand. I made my way back to my desk and put my purse underneath it before I headed for the copier machine to get to work. I thought about the number of board members my company had before I punched in the number 12 into the copier and let the documents churn out. I waited patiently for the machine to finishing spitting out the documents while I kept my ears open for anything of interest. While I heard some good office gossip and introduced my feminized self to a few more people, I heard nothing related in anyway to the leaks, other than a few complaints about their ongoing nature. I struggled not to shout when I heard some of my employees criticizing "Richard Frampton" for abandoning the ship while the leaks were still ongoing. I understood where they were coming from though. I wished I could tell them that he was still on the case, but I had a cover to maintain. Once the machine finished churning out the copies, I picked them up and carried them back to my desk. I began sorting the papers into sets and started stapling them. My actions prompted one of my executive's secretaries to turn to me and say, "You know the machine has a staple function, right?" "It does?" I replied. "Yes." "Shit," I responded, prompting a laugh from the girl. She got up and said, "I'll show it to you, if you like. "That would be great," I said with a smile, cursing the extra work I had made for myself as I walked beside her. The girl showed me the various functions on the machine and how to access them. I nodded while I pressed my finger against the screen and toggled through the various choices. I thanked the girl before she complimented my silver bracelet. I thanked her again and returned the compliment with one about her open toe pumps. I used some stock fashion language that Michelle had taught me at the clinic, but that seemed enough to endear me to the girl. We made our way back to our desks and made a little small talk before the ringing of her phone drew her attention away from me. I continued to staple the papers together before I picked them up and carried them towards Theresa's office. I knocked on the door and drew her attention. Theresa smiled before I asked where she wanted the papers. She advised me to bring them upstairs to the boardroom. I nodded before I walked out of the room and headed for the private elevator that ran solely between the two floors of the building devoted to our office. I pressed the button for the second floor and exited and saw the swarm of people working on various projects for the company. I kept my eyes and ears open while I made my way through the hallways, but I heard and saw nothing suspicious before I reached the boardroom. I entered through the doors I had passed through so many times before, but I felt strangely out of place given my attire. I placed the papers down on the large wood table and setup one at each chair that my board members sat at before I hurried out of the boardroom. I introduced myself to a few people on my way back to the elevator, but I continued to learn nothing about the source of the leaks. I shook my head at that fact while I went down to my floor before I headed back to my desk. As I reached my desk, I noticed an email on my computer screen from Theresa. She had sent me a task while I was up in the boardroom. Theresa had asked me to draft a few letters for her. I wasted no time in taking a seat at my new desk and cranking out the correspondence. Once I finished, I brought the letters into Theresa's office. Theresa thanked me as she took them from my hand and began to mark them up with a red pen, as I always did with her work. I struggled to keep from yelling while she changed my words around and shoved the documents back towards me and told me to "fix" them. I largely kept my composure, knowing that I had to keep up appearances, just like Theresa was making sure to do. I went back to my desk, revised the letters and printed them on the company's letterhead. Once I finished, I brought them into Theresa's office for signature. She stood up and told me to prepare the envelopes and bring them to the mailroom. I nodded as I gazed down at the pants of her pantsuit. I had never seen her wear one before. The suit seemed to be reinforcing her new position at the company, just as my skirt suit was doing for me. I turned and walked out of the room and went to my computer. I prepared the envelopes for mailing before I made copies of the letters for our correspondence files and sealed the envelopes. After I reached the mailroom, I walked inside with my bundle of envelopes clutched by the fingers of my right hand. I looked around the mailroom for anything suspicious looking, but was saddened to see nothing of the sort. Once I finished exchanging introductions with the mailroom workers, I walked out of the room no closer to the truth than I had been when I was the CEO. I went back to my desk and continued doing various tasks for the remainder of the morning. Shortly before lunch time, Theresa had me arrange a lunch meeting with a business associate of the company. I setup the reservation with a nearby restaurant before Theresa took off for the meeting. As I sat that, waiting to take my own lunch, I watched as the maintenance company for the building walked towards Theresa's office. I was surprised to see them in the middle of the day, since Theresa had not told me about anything being wrong. I sat typing on my keyboard, while I heard a screw gun running. I jerked my head to see the crew taking down the name plate reading "Richard Frampton, President and CEO." I gave them a dumbfounded look as they removed it and casually tossed into the trash can. "You know he's coming back," I found myself forced to reply, shocked by what I was seeing. "Nobody knows when and, besides, he can afford a new name plate," the worker replied. I wanted to scream, but I was in no place to issue a retort. I meekly accepted the situation and tried to focus on my task at hand. I finished around the same time that the workers did. As I stood up to get lunch I read the new, gold plated name plate beside the door to my former office which read "Ms. T. Barros, President and CEO." Analeigh, the secretary that shown me how to work the copier, gave me a look and said, "A little overwhelmed on your first day." "Yes," I admitted, although not for the reasons she thought. "Grabbing lunch?" She asked. I nodded before she said, "I'll go with you. Usually, I bring my lunch to save money, but I didn't today." I said I would appreciate the company before she told that she was happy to show me around to some of the better spots for lunch in the area. We exited the building together making small talk. It was stuff that Michelle had taught me about while I was at the clinic. It was girls' stuff that did not really hold my interest, but I forced myself to pay attention to Analeigh. She took me to a local eatery I was somewhat familiar with. We placed our orders and waited for our food to be ready before we shared a quick meal. Analeigh fixated most of our conversations on office gossip. I tried to steer it to the source of the leaks, but it quickly became obvious to me that Analeigh was just as clueless as I was about the source. I was unsurprised by that, but I still wasn't happy about it as I forced down the chef salad and water I had bought to fit in with what the other women around me were ordering. We finished eating and headed back to the office before our lunch hour ended. Theresa had still not arrived by the time I got back to the office, but any anger I had about the name plates had dissipated by then as I realized that the change made sense. While I waited for her to return, I took down some messages from people trying to call her. I sent her emails regarding each individual message. I also drafted some email responses to emails she forwarded me to take a look at while I kept waiting for her. Once she arrived, Theresa put me to work getting her ready for her meeting with the board. I did not know what was going on, but she noted that it was just to go over the company's decreasing profitability and the anticipation of a bad quarterly earnings report coming out. With that, I understood the importance of the meeting. I made her whatever copies she needed before she left for the meeting and fetched various documents to make sure that she had all the information she would need to conduct the meeting. She was in the meeting for all of five minutes before she called me up to the boardroom. I wondered if she had let out my secret. I was hopeful that she did not, since I did not know whom in that boardroom I could trust. I knocked upon the boardroom door with a little hesitation. After Theresa said I could enter, I asked her what she needed. Theresa smiled as she asked, "Can you please bring us in a pitcher of water and some cups, Susana. Does anyone else need anything while she's up?" A few of my board members asked for coffees and teas. I found myself forced to ask how each one of them wanted it, given the nature of my apparent position to them. If maintaining my cover, meant scurrying to the second floor kitchen to make them coffee and tea, I had to do it. That did not mean that I was thrilled about it, but I knew I had to do it. Once I finished with the first few cups, I carried them into the boardroom. Most of the members did not say a word to me, as they were listening to other people in the room. A few did give me some "thank you, dear" responses that made my skin crawl. I was not any of their dears, I was really their boss! After bringing out the second set of coffees and teas, I fetched the water pitcher. I filled the glass pitcher up and grabbed a sleeve of plastic cups and made my way back into the boardroom. I placed the pitcher and cups on the table. I heard them talking about the leaks, but no one was volunteering anything that would have gotten me or anyone else closer to the source. I did not have long to listen as Theresa dismissed me from the room and told me to close the door behind me. I could not fight her and keep my cover, so I complied. I went back to my secretary's desk and finished out my work day. I was dejected when I walked out of the office that day to catch a ride home to my cramped apartment aboard a crowded train. I could not believe that I was no closer to finding the source than I had been when I entered the office that day. The thought that I likely had to withstand many more days undercover to find the source simultaneously filled me with the hope of reaching my goal and the despair that I would be beneath Theresa's boot for months. The next day was similar to the first. I soon realized that this was going to be an unmistakable trend as I was failing into a system of routines that must have been almost second nature to Theresa given the years she was subjected to them. Each day, it was the same thing. Do this, do that! I simply lost track of the number of orders, not requests, orders, that Theresa gave me over the course of the first week alone. It was not something I was used to having to deal with. I was accustomed to giving orders, not taking them. I almost could not believe the extent to which Theresa was taking the whole arrangement. Theresa never failed to take full advantage of her position. She seemed to like watching my executives squirm, almost as much as she liked making me do the same. I took her phone calls and made her travel and dinning arrangements. She even made me make her personal arrangements for her trips to the salon. I suppose I should not complain about it, since I made her do it all for me too when our situations were reversed, save for the salon. She also made me sit in on some meetings with people I knew. They all treated me like a servant instead of the boss of the company. But I was a lowly creature in their eyes, and I knew that I had to make sure they maintained that perception of me. I was just there to fetch them drinks, snacks, order their lunches and take down Theresa's notes. That was their expectations for a secretary, and I had to live up to them. Theresa seemed to love watching me wait on the people who had once been my equals or not even that. I could sense it. She liked watching me lower myself and act beneath them. I almost felt beneath them as time went on and my hopes grew more forlorn. She also liked the fact that I was the one cleaning up her office or conference rooms before and after she meet with our business associates. I wiped down the tables before they sat down and talked business, and I was the one who wiped away the crumbs and sprayed clean the tabletops when they were done with it. The only thing that Theresa appeared to like more than watching me serve other people was having me serve her. Every cup of coffee, tea or water, and each and every snack I brought her, Theresa seemed to treat it all like a personal triumph. It did not stop with fetching consumables for her. She loved calling out to me from inside her office to make get to my feet. I would have to come and look at her as she sat confidently behind the desk I had picked out for myself as I addressed her. Only then would she order me to bring this or that document or file some document or folder away. Half the time, the documents and folders never even left her office. She just did not want to get to her feet to move them from her shelves to her desk or vice versa. The thank yous for my efforts were few and far between from her as well. I felt that Theresa was taking advantage of the situation and was also taking me for granted. I also spent time of my day each day, sorting her mail. I reviewed each piece and wrote her brief reviews on post-its to make her life easier when she had to look it all over. She often thanked me for that, but little else. Whenever I had to do something more involved for her, like go out to pickup her lunch, which she frequently ordered out for more and more as I became more entrenched in my secretarial position, or pickup her laundry, she always seemed to be as giddy as if she had won the Super Bowl. It was bizarre, but I guess she had some revenge fantasies in her head that she wanted to live out. I could stand it all, but what really stuck in my craw was when Theresa felt the need to actually berate me in front of my coworkers. While I always got sympathy from the other secretaries, who came to view Theresa as a dick-less dick, I never stopped being humiliated about the whole ordeal. The idea that my secretary was publicly scolding and shamming me in my own office, while I was reduced to staring up at her with my hosiery covered legs sometimes shaking was beyond mortifying. I could not believe that I let myself be led into the situation. Speaking to Theresa about it did not do me any good. She just told me it was part of her job to keep things running smoothly and that discipline was important, reminding me of when I had taken her aside to scold her. Of course, I had largely done it in the privacy of my office. Not at her desk, in full view of the other executive's secretaries and whoever was passing by at that moment! I warned Theresa about it, reminding her that I would be her boss again one day, but she just brushed me off like I was making a mountain out of a molehill. Sometimes, Theresa's critiques were more teasing and playful. She frequently told me that she could do it better, to which I would respond that if that was so, she was welcome to do it herself. Throughout it all, however, I managed to keep my ears and eyes open. Looking at everything I could get my hands on, and listening in on every conversation I could hear, I tried to steal every bit of information I could. It was the only thing that kept me sane. Still, although I accumulated a wealth of pointless information about my employees, I obtained not a scintilla of evidence regarding who was leaking information from the company. I was not attracting much attention to myself though, so that gave me hope that I would stumble upon the truth at any moment. Theresa had been right when she told that no one would notice me much as a secretary. Consequently, I was able to keep up my fruitless efforts. Some of the girls, however, did distract me from time to time, as they had no hesitance with sharing the minutia of their lives, their children's lives and their husband's lives with me, as well as various little gossip tidbits about celebrities and television shows. Life at my new home, meanwhile, grew increasingly intolerable. My small apartment was a far cry from my mansion in every imaginable way. Beside the obvious size differential, there were little things that drove me nuts, like the way I couldn't open the stove door the whole way without striking the cabinets on the other side of the narrow kitchen. I also had to close the refrigerator door to move passed it to get to any other part of the kitchen. Besides the sheer size and comfortableness of the dwelling, there were other differences as well. At home, I barely ever cleaned up after myself. At my apartment, however, I did not have a cleaning lady to care for such things. Theresa advised that it was something I could not afford on my secretary's salary, so I would have to do without it, just in case anyone found out about my living arrangements. As a result, the only time I was actually happy about the small size of my apartment was when I was vacuuming my rugs and washing my floors or otherwise cleaning and dusting my apartment. Theresa gave me some advice about doing it. I paid attention to her, but tried to ignore her when she told me that she would make a regular "Suzy homemaker out me yet." Despite the teasing, I cooked for myself far more than I ever did when I lived at my mansion. I was used to going out to dinner several times a week during my executive days, but I did not have the company to be bothered enough to do it, despite my access to my bank accounts. Shopping for groceries in my new neighborhood was also an experience for me. The local supermarket was not up to the standards that I was used to experiencing in terms of cleanliness or in terms of clientele. The shoppers there were far more harried and unkempt than I was used to seeing at the organic markets that my nutritionist advised me to shop at during my executive days. I was eager to get out of the store and kept my shopping time to a minimum, learning the various ins and outs of the aisles as quick as I could. It did not help either that Theresa frequently gushed about my mansion that I had allowed her to take up residence in. She frequently had me order food to cater her dinner affairs for meetings with vendors and other business associates at my home. It killed me a little to know that she was living it up at my home, eating with guests I had at my home over the years at the large wooden table I had specially built for me over the hardwood floors and oriental area rugs my interior designers picked out while I was eating some meager meal at a two-seater Formica table over a slightly discolored linoleum floor. Theresa also liked to tell me how nice it was to have someone else to clean up her mess. I could relate, but that did not help keep me from getting frustrated about my own conditions at home. More than two months of the same old, same old passed, and I had gotten no closer to my goal. Every little demand from Theresa was beginning to feel like I was getting poked with a stick in the eye by that point. I was constantly irritated, which some of more enlightened male coworkers assumed was me PMS-ing. If they only knew what I was going through, the primping, the hour to get ready every morning, the heels digging into my feet, the itchy tights and having to sit down on a toilet seat each and every time you go to the bathroom. And despite the stereotypes, let me tell you this, the women's room was no cleaner the men's room. It's like the women feel that keep their home clean, so why should they bother to attempt to clean up after themselves at work! It was shortly after my two month anniversary with the office as a secretary that Theresa tapped me on the shoulder and had another request. I looked up at her and waited for her to tell me what it was. "As you know, Easter is almost upon us, and every year we have a nice party for our employees and some business associates to bring their kids too." "Okay," I replied, knowing the party was one of several that had been held for years by my company as an effort to boost employee morale. "Now, when I was in your shoes, my boss used to make me work the event as Little Bo Peep to held guide the cute little ones up to the Easter Bunny." "You've got to be kidding me," I said aloud. Theresa shook her head and said sternly, "No, dear. I surely wouldn't kid about such things. It's mandatory." I gave her a stunned look. I knew that she was getting me back for the years she spent working the event. She also kind of resented that I didn't play the Easter Bunny and share in her humiliation to a degree, as I always had the newest executive put on the costume as away of making them earn their bones a little. I really never thought that it could ever possibly come back to bite me in the ass. Theresa walked away with a smirk on her face, knowing what I was going to go through. I almost wanted to quit then and there and give up the chase, but the leaks were continuing and I thought I had some suspects lined up, even though I had no real proof. I contented myself with the fact that I had decided to payback Theresa for all her slights by firing her the minute I took the reigns back over before I sighed and resigned myself to inheriting another demeaning role from my old secretary. Two days later, there I was getting dresse