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A Model Boss - Part One of Three Belladonna [Author's Note: Based on an idea by Parrie] "So Stacey is out?" Allen asked. "She's out," Lila replied to her boss, shaking her head. "That's a shame." "It really is," Mary Anne interjected. "Do you think you could step in for her?" Allen asked. "Me?" "Why not? Enid and Lila are doing it." "In case you didn't realize, they're also about 100 pounds lighter than me," Mary Anne replied shaking her head as she crossed her arms over her ample bosoms. "What's that got to do with anything?" "This isn't a plus size charity show, and, anyway, Stacey would never be confused with a plus sized model," Mary Anne responded, feeling a little peeved to have to explain the situation to her boss. "How about one of the other girls then? Abby, Claudia, do you want in?" Abby stared at her boss in silence before she said, "They're modeling office wear, not maternity wear." Allen laughed a little before he responded, "Okay. You have a real excuse, but what about you, Claudia?" "I already told you that I'm on vacation next week." "Right." "What difference does it really make anyway?" Abby asked. "It's a little late to cancel on them. It was nice of them to ask our office to participate. We got them three girls, now, we're going to drop down to two a week before the show." "These things happen," Claudia replied. "I know they do, but we really should get another girl to step in for Stacey," Allen retorted. "I get it. I don't think we should let Jessica down. She's given us some business over the years," Lila interjected as she crossed her legs. "Exactly," Allen responded. "Are we sure that Stacey can't pull it off?" Elizabeth asked. "She's got a twisted ankle. There's no way she's going to be strutting down a runway next week in heels," Enid answered. "Not a chance," Allen seconded. "Do you girls know anyone?" "We know plenty of people," Lila with a smile. "Do you have a girl who can step into Stacey's shoes?" "Well, I don't know any girls that tall, at least not well enough to ask them for help," Lila admitted. "How about the rest of you?" Allen asked the rest of the women who comprised his office staff. Their shaking heads made Allen scrunch his face before he shook his own head. A smile crept across Lila's face while she said, "Well, Allen, if you're so adamant about getting Jessica a substitute, why don't you do it?" Allen gave her a curious look before he held his hands out to the side and said, "What are you talking about?" "You're about Stacey's size. You'd be perfect." "Yes, perfect, except for just one little detail!" "What's the little detail?" Lila asked with a laugh, prompting the other girls in the office to laugh along with her. Allen blushed as he shook his head, "That's not what I meant." "What is it then?" Enid asked. Allen raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it obvious?" "What?" Lila inquired with a straight face. Allen let out an exasperated sigh before he said, "In case you haven't realized, I'm a man. That's even worse than being pregnant for this sort of thing." "What about Andrej Pejic?" "Who?" Allen inquired. "He's a model." "There are male models," Allen replied without emotion. "No. He models female clothing." "Okay," Allen responded slowly. "Hold on, I can Google him," Lila said as she typed the name into her cell phone. She smiled as she pulled up a picture and said, "Here, tell me you wouldn't hit that?" "I wouldn't hit. Since I know he's a guy," Allen replied, squirming a little at the sight of the feminized man. "Could you have told if we didn't tell?" "If I looked hard enough, I would have gotten it." "You would have gotten it when you two got into bed," Lila retorted. Allen glared at her before he said, "This is ridiculous. Even if a guy could do it, I don't look like that." "I think you've got a lot in common," Elizabeth added. "How?" "You're both tall, thin, light skinned, not much in the way of body hair, good cheekbones..." "Alright, already," Allen bellowed cutting her off. "What's wrong?" "This is just getting crazy. I'm no twink," Allen yelled as he began to blush. "Who said you were?" Enid inquired. "You don't look like a little boy," Elizabeth added. Allen shook his head, growing flustered with the line of comments before Lila said, "What's the problem?" "Seriously, you don't see the problem?" Allen retorted. "No. It shouldn't be that much of a stretch. I mean, how many times have you joked about switching positions with me. You had to picture yourself in a cute little pencil skirt then, didn't you?" Allen stared blankly at her before he began to shake his head and said, "I was just joking around. I didn't mean anything by it. This conversation is over. Everyone get back to work." The tone of Allen's voice made several of the girls uncomfortable. They muttered to each other as they started working again. Lila shook her head before she said under her breath, "We both know you weren't joking." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As Allen opened his eyes on Saturday morning, he stared around his bedroom that was slightly illuminated by the sunlight that was largely kept out by his curtains and shades. Allen forced himself out of bed and went to the kitchen to have breakfast. Once he finished, Allen took a shower and went back into his bedroom to begin his weekend ritual. Allen smiled as he opened the larger of the two closets in his bedroom and stared at the female wardrobe that filled it from the floor to almost the ceiling. Allen took a step back and cupped his chin with his right hand while he tried to decide on one outfit for the day. Allen bit his lip as he tapped his index finger on his chin as he glanced at each garment in his closet, as he did each weekend. His eyes scanned the orderly closet, staring at the dresses, blouses, skirts, pants, tunics, heels, flats, boots and bags that were carefully segregated. "It's warm out today," Allen said to himself as he decided to not wear pants that day, which was a decision he often found a reason to make each weekend. With that decision made, Allen's eyes fixated on his skirts and dresses. The various patterns on the fabrics he found so alluring to look at and feel made his member stir as his anticipation built. After a few minutes passed, Allen stepped towards his closet and pulled out the three dresses he had narrowed his choices down to for the day. Allen examined the floral print patterned, flare dress in his hand before he turned to the second dress. The magenta colored, jersey dress's golden chain print that first caught his eye in the store made him favor the dress over the first one before he glanced down at the green, faux wrap dress in his hands. As he looked down at the floral print dress, he remembered how he looked in it the last time he wore it. 'I looked like a woman trying to look younger than she is', Allen thought as he shook his head before turning his towards the magenta dress. Allen smiled at the dress. He loved the way it looked on him, but he thought the dress was too over the top for what he had planned for that early afternoon. By process of elimination, Allen decided to go with the green, cap sleeved dress. Allen hung the other two dresses back up in his closet before he hung the green dress off a hook that was affixed behind his bedroom door. Allen admired the dress for a minute before he walked over to his dresser. He pulled open a drawer and stared at the collection of delicate, nylon, silk and lace feminine intimates he had spent years collecting. After removing a satin, black bra and panty set, Allen pulled out his gaff and a pair of black sheer pantyhose. Allen pulled off his pants and underwear before he stepped into his gaff. After bringing it up his legs, Allen pushed his testicles back into where they had once descended from before he clasped his manhood and pulled it snuggly between his legs. Allen felt uncomfortable as he pulled the gaff up tight against his engorging member. Despite his discomfort, a smile came across his face while he looked down at the illusion of a smooth front that it created. The grin lingered on Allen's face as he gingerly took hold of his pantyhose with his fingertips and took a seat upon the edge of his bed. Allen rolled his pantyhose down as he had countless times before and carefully stepped into them before he began to slowly unroll them over his shaven legs. The feelings that greeted the sensations overtaking him were well-known to Allen, but despite their familiarity, he still found them alluring each and every time he experienced them. Once Allen finished pulling his pantyhose over his smoothened groin, he reached for his bra. Allen placed his arms through the straps before he gripped the clasps as he pulled them behind his back. After hooking the bra, Allen took hold of his breast forms. He applied a generous amount of glue to the forms before he placed them into the cups of his bra. Allen held the forms to his chest for a few minutes before he checked the snugness of the bra against them and felt the straps of his bra pressing down into his slender shoulders. He reached for each clasp of the bra straps and loosened them a little to get comfortable before he bent down and adjusted the bra cups over his forms. Once Allen finished adjusting his bra, he reached for his green dress. He took it off its hanger and pulled it on over his head. As the dress came down over his body, Allen adjusted its asymmetrical, ruched waist band before he pulled at the and above the hem of the dress's wrap skirt. A pair of green, suede heels came into Allen's vision as he finished fussing with his dress. He smirked at the pair sitting on the floor of his closet and walked towards them, feeling as if they were calling his name while his pantyhose covered feet pressed against the soft carpet beneath them. Allen came to a stop at his closet and reached down to pickup the 3? inch heeled shoes that were decorated with ruched leather detailed right before their rounded toes. Allen pulled them out of his closet and placed them on the floor before it. As he braced himself against the wall, Allen slipped his feet into each of the heels. After getting both shoes onto his feet, Allen walked out of his bedroom. As his heels clicked on the wood floor of the hallway, Allen made his way into his bathroom to put on his makeup. Allen started with green eye shadow to match his dress before proceeding to add eyeliner and mascara to further dress up his eyes. Allen put away the mascara before he moved onto painting his lips a striking shade of red to contrast with his chemically whitened smile. Once he finished putting on his makeup, Allen turned his attention to his hair. Allen ran a brush through his long, light blonde hair. As he brushed it out, he daydreamed about getting it highlighted like the girls who worked for him did before a smile came to his face as he thought, 'Maybe I could even pull off a strawberry blonde look.' Allen then shook his head as he knew that such thoughts were a pipedream due to his need to project a masculine image as a businessman. He pulled his hands away from his hair and put away his brush before he gazed into the mirror. The reflection in the mirror was satisfying to him. It was the fruit of both his labors of that morning and his years of self taught makeup techniques and beautification rituals. A familiar sense of being aggrieved soon overtook him as he looked at himself though. The fact that he was neither a woman nor a man with no such desire to be one made him seethe a little. He felt that the burden of wanting to be something that he was not was an unfair load for him to have to carry with him through his all days. Shaking his head, Allen pulled his eyes away from the feminized figure in his mirror while he tucked away his makeup bag into his oversized, black, leather purse. Allen then clutched the bag as he walked out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom. As Allen walked up to his dresser, he reached into his jewelry box to remove a gold necklace. He put it on around his neck and locked the clasp behind his neck. Allen then straightened the heart shaped pendant over his bust before he took hold of a pair of gold stud earrings that were centered around a green stone that complemented his outfit. Allen placed the earrings into both of his ears and checked how they looked with his outfit in the vanity mirror over his woman's dresser. Once Allen finished accessorizing himself, he exited his bedroom and headed towards his front door. Allen picked up his keys and wallet on the way and put them away in his purse. Allen smiled as he checked his appearance one last time in the mirror by his front door that he had installed solely for the purpose of seeing his feminized reflection a few extra times a month. Allen then pushed open his front door and peered outside to glance around his neighborhood. Seeing no one standing on the street, Allen stepped out of his door and onto his stoop, smiling at the fact that he knew that he would likely turn the head of anyone that happened to see him at that moment. After hurrying down the steps, Allen made his way towards his car. Allen looked around to make sure that none of his neighbors were watching as he opened his car door, although he was certain that they all had to have seen him en femme at some point. As Allen entered his car, Lila smiled as she turned towards Enid and said, "That was what we were waiting for, to answer you question." "Who is that?" "That's Allen's mistress," Lila answered with a smile. "Allen's not married," Enid retorted. "I know," Lila replied as she started her car. "Are we going to follow her?" "Why else are we here?" "So, we're going to stalk her?" "What did you think we were doing?" "Stalking Allen." "So, we went from stalking Allen to stalking his mistress, does that really make what we're doing any less creepy to you?" Lila asked with a laugh. "When you put it that way?," Enid replied as Lila began to tail her boss. As they continued to pursue Allen's vehicle, Enid squirmed while she looked over to Lila and inquired, "Why don't we just go back and confront Allen? It's not like he's going anywhere without his car?" Lila struggled to keep a straight face while she replied, "What are we going to tell him? That we were watching his house, waiting for his girlfriend to leave? What kind of leverage would that give us? He'd probably fire us on the spot." "Oh, she's pulling off the road." "I can see that," Lila rejoined as she put on her blinker. As Allen's car parked, Lila pulled her car into a nearby spot and said, "Why don't you take a good look at his girlfriend and see why we're going to be in a little better bargaining position real soon." "What am I looking for?" Enid asked. "What seems off about her?" Lila inquired with a smirk. "The little bimbo's awfully overdressed for a trip to the supermarket, like ridiculously Gloria from Modern Family overdressed for it. You just know she has to be a total tramp to go food shopping like that. She's probably a whore." "Look closer," Lila replied with a grin. "She's definitely a hooker. That's the only way a waif like Allen could get that girl." "No. Look even closer," Lila responded. Enid squinted her eyes while Allen's car door opened. As Allen stepped out of the vehicle, Enid's mouth opened. She stared at him in silence as Allen made his way to the door of the supermarket while his heels clicked on the pavement beneath them. Lila turned and smirked at Enid's stunned expression before she said, "I've seen it before, but he doesn't know that I'm on his dirty little secret. That's why I brought it up in the first place. He comes here every Saturday like that, and he's never worn the same outfit twice. That little tramps wardrobe is probably better than ours." "Holy shit sauce!" Lila laughed as she said, "I was hoping that he would finally admit something, but I know that he's never going to willingly divulge it, so, that's why we're here, today, to force the issue a little." "A little?" "Okay, a lot," Lila admitted with a laugh. They turned their attention back to Allen as he took hold of a shopping cart and entered the supermarket. As he walked through the door, Lila and Enid exited the car. They moved towards the door and each picked up a shopping basket as they entered the store. Enid and Lila glanced around the supermarket until they saw Allen making a turn into an aisle. They heard the sounds of his heels clicking on the tile floor beneath them as they approached him. They kept their distance and tried to keep out of his unobstructed view while they followed him through the store. "This is so easy," Enid whispered to Lila. "I know! He's the only girl in this whole store prissy enough to wear heels to go food shopping. You just listen for the click clack and you know exactly where he is," Lila replied. "You've done this before?" "It helps to do your research before you do what we're about to do." "And what exactly is that?" "Just watch," Lila answered with a grin. Enid nodded in silence as she watched Allen turn around a corner and come to a sudden stop. "Showtime," Lila whispered. As Allen reached up to pickup something off the top shelf, Lila put her back towards Allen as she reached around the end cap of the aisle towards the skirt of his dress and gently touched its hem. As Allen turned to put the item in his hand into his cart, Lila gingerly hooked the hem between the shelf and one of its supports. Lila moved hastily away from him with an item in her hand as Allen shook his head at the woman he felt had been uncomfortably close to him. Lila smirked at Enid as she heard Allen's shopping cart start to move and suddenly stop as Allen felt a pulling sensation. "What the hell?" Allen muttered as he turned and saw that the hem of his dress was snagged. Enid and Lila caught the panicked look on Allen's face as he stared at the hem of his dress and thought, 'How do I get out of this without exposing myself?' Allen began to look around to see if the coast was clear and caught sight of Lila and Enid smiling at each other with a few items in their hands. 'What the fuck are they doing here?' Allen thought as his panicked hands reached for his hem, knowing that he had to risk exposure to escape being seen by them. Catching sight of his frantic efforts, Lila smiled at Enid as she said, "Follow my lead." Enid followed Lila towards the aisle as Lila said, "Anyway, you really have to..." Allen's stomach sank as Lila came to a sudden stop and put her hands over her mouth. "What?" Enid said before she faked a look of shock before she uttered, "Oh, my god!" Both girls struggled not to laugh as Allen's face turned red. "Mr. Wilkins?" Enid declared. "Keep it down," Allen begged. Lila smiled as she shook her head at Enid and said, "Don't call her Mr. anything." "Yes, she's definitely more of a lady in that outfit than most of us." Allen blushed again before Lila put her hands on her jeans covered hips and said, "But what doesn't make sense is why you turned down a chance to do a fashion show, if you're going to go around looking like this on the weekend." Allen stared at her blankly, "What are you talking about?" "I asked if you wanted to do the fashion show in Stacey's place, and you were all like you wouldn't be caught dead in a dress, but, here, you are in the flesh, all glamoured up just to go shopping." Allen stared at her in silence trying to come up with an explanation. Enid shook her head and added, "My, my, baby, if you're a girly girl, why do you hide it by covering up those pretty legs in pants all day? I'd kill for a pair like those." "I?uh?" "You can't even deny it. I know," Lila retorted in response to his stuttering response. "I can." "You can what?" Enid asked. Allen responded with silence before he freed the hem of his dress and inquired, "Do you know how humiliating this is?" "How humiliating what is?" "Being seen like this?" Enid and Lila gave each other curious looks before Lila answered, "When I put on something like that, I want to be seen. That's the whole point, Ally." "Getting compliments from the girls, getting looks from the boys. It's called dressing to impress, Ally girl," Enid added with a nod. Allen shook his head as he replied, "I don't want my employees being impressed by me." "Is that what this about? You stick to those dowdy clothes at work just to make yourself not standout." "People have to respect me," Allen pleaded as he stooped a little. "I don't think you'd lose any respect if you went forward with the show." "Are you crazy?" "No. Hold on," Lila said as she snapped a few pictures with her phone. "What are you doing?" Allen said, struggling not to shriek and give himself away. "I'm taking some pictures. I'm going to show these around to the girls and?" "No," Allen pleaded in a hushed tone. "Why not?" "This is so humiliating." "Oh, no one can tell that there's anything wrong with you. Can they?" Allen blushed, knowing that no one had mentioned anything about his cross-dressing in years. Enid interpreted his silence as an admission, and said, "Well, I think that settles it. We've found Stacey's replacement." Allen shook his head as violently as he could to show his disagreement. "What's that? Do you have a problem with it, Missy?" Lila asked in response. "I can't do it." "Why not?" "I'll be a joke." "No one who looks this good in that dress is a joke on the runway," Lila replied. "I mean at work," Allen retorted. Lila grew serious in tone and expression as she said, "Listen, babe, you've got two options here. One, you can show up on Monday and tell the girls that you've had a change of heart or, two, we can show everyone these pictures of how you spend your weekends and let them come to their own conclusions." Allen glared at Lila and said, "This is blackmail!" "It can't be blackmail if you really want it. It's more like an inducement for you to let everyone get to know and see the real you for a change." "Call it what you like, it's still coercion." "It's not like I'm putting a gun to your head." "It kind of is," Allen rejoined. "It's arm twisting at best. Either way, you're going to get what you want." "What?" Allen exclaimed before covering his mouth. "You're going to come out as the girl you want to be one way or the other. I would think about it." Allen shook his head, feeling as if he was going to cry. Enid saw the look on his face and put her arm around him. She hugged him and felt Allen's fake breasts pressing into hers as she said, "Everything will be alright. You might get a little ribbing, but it'll just be for one night." "What will people think?" "Outside of our office, based on what I've seen here, I'm going to go with nothing bad. They're just going to see what everyone else has seen. Girls are going to compliment you, and maybe you'll even turn a few boys' heads. Boys love a girl in a pretty little dress." "Isn't that the truth," Lila added. Allen blushed before he asked, "What about at work?" "If everyone thinks it's just a one time thing, they'll probably get a good laugh about it. If you're a good sport about the whole thing, it's something that will fade away. You may get a couple of laughs about it over the years, but is that really so bad?" Enid replied. Allen shook his head with a smile as he said, "Maybe it wouldn't be the end of the world." "No. It'll be fun. It might be a little embarrassing too, but it'll definitely be fun for you." Allen nodded as they ceased their embrace before Lila asked, "Do you want to hang with us while we finish shopping?" Allen gave Lila a look before Enid added, "It's a chick thing." Allen laughed a little as he said, "Sure." Allen let Lila and Enid lead the way through the aisles. As Allen reached for a bag of potato chips, Enid asked, "Haven't you seen the calorie content on those?" Allen smiled as he said, "I'm not really watching my figure." "Maybe you should, at least until the show is over," Lila replied. "I've been eating the same stuff for years. I don't gain weight." "Lucky bitch," Lila responded with a laugh before Enid added, "Must be nice." Allen glared at Lila, but relaxed as he realized that she meant it in jest. They continued shopping as Enid pointed to a man making eyes at them. "Who do you think he's looking at?" Lila asked. "One of you," Allen replied. "I don't think so. We're in jeans and flats. You're the one out in full on eye catching mode," Lila said. "No. I'm not," Allen retorted. "Oh, like that wasn't the plan when you put that outfit together this morning," Enid inquired. "I was just trying to look good." "Good for whom?" Lila asked. "Me," Allen responded with a laugh. "Girls dress for each other, but I've never heard of us dressing for ourselves," Lila replied. Allen shrugged and said, "Maybe I'm dressing up to impress a boy, just not the way you think." Lila and Enid shook their heads and said, "We know you're dressing up to impress a boy, we're just trying to figure out which one." Allen glanced over at them for a second and shook his head as he stopped and picked up another item off the shelves and put it in his shopping cart. Allen stood up straight as the man walked down the aisle towards them. 'Oh, crap, please don't say anything', Allen thought, hoping the man would pass them by and not force them to interact with him. The man gave Allen a smile that Allen reciprocated as he had many times when he walked around en femme in public. As the man grabbed an item and walked on, Enid and Lila giggled as they said, "He's totally into you. You should go after him." "I'd make him come to me. What kind of desperate wench do you think I am?" Allen inquired with a smile. "I don't blame you. I don't like to give a boy any extra leverage by pursuing him," Lila responded. Enid shook her head before she said, "That guy was just intimidated because there's a group of us. If we weren't with, Ally, here, he'd be all over her." "Well, thank God for strength in numbers," Allen retorted before adding, "and you can call me, Elizabeth, if you don't mind." "Elizabeth? That's a good name," Enid replied. "Thanks, it took a lot of imagination," Allen replied with a laugh. "It's a perfectly fine name," Lila added. "I still probably should have put more thought into it," Allen admitted. "Is that the name you want to put in with the girls at Jessica's show?" "I'll probably think of a stage name." "What are you going to go with?" "Something tasteful," Allen replied as Enid took hold of a bottle of milk. "To each their own," Lila said. "What would you go with?" "Something outlandish, if I'm only going to use for it one day." "Like what?" "Like Ivanna Smirnoff or Cindy Swallows." "I don't think I like where your mind has been," Allen countered. "Lila's is always in the gutter," Enid replied. "Your one to talk," Lila retorted before Allen asked, "Do you girls need to pick up anything else?" Lila and Enid shook her head before they made their way over to the registers. They got on line with each other and made small talk while they waited for their purchases to be rung up. After they paid for their items, they walked into the parking lot. Lila and Enid leaned towards Allen and kissed him goodbye on his cheek before they headed for Lila's car. A feeling of unease overcame Allen as he watched the girls walk away. He moved towards his car and put away his groceries before he wheeled the cart over to the cart return. Allen returned to his car and got into the driver's seat. As he backed the car out of the parking stall, Allen wondered, 'Can I really go forward this?' ----------------------------------------------------------------------- When Allen pushed himself out of bed on Monday morning to the sound of his ringing alarm, the excitement that had pulsed through him on Saturday seemed to be a lifetime ago. That excitement was replaced by a sense of queasiness while he thought about what his weekend cross- dressing was going to lead him to do at work that morning. "What the fuck are the odds?" Allen muttered as he wondered about how Lila and Enid stumbled upon him en femme. It appeared to be a chance encounter that seemed beyond belief to him, however, there were other situations he found himself in by chance that he assumed were just as unlikely as he thought back on them. Allen turned off his alarm and went into the bathroom and showered. The smooth skin that he had shaved and moisturized on Sunday evening greeted his eyes and served as a further reminder of what he had to say to his employees that morning. After finishing in the bathroom, Allen dried off and went into the kitchen. He had breakfast with a cup of coffee, reading the news while he tried to put the events of the weekend out of his mind for even a short time. Once he finished eating, Allen walked to the bathroom and brushed his teeth before he began getting dressed. He rolled down his black socks the way he rolled down his pantyhose and brought them up his ankles. The feeling of the thick cotton socks was as unexciting for him as the feeling of the pantyhose was exciting. Jim pushed himself off his bed before he put on his suit pants and a white button down shirt. He placed on a tie before he put on his matching suit jacket. Allen then headed out of his bedroom and down towards the front door. He paused to put on his black oxford shoes before he picked up his wallet and keys and put them in his pants pockets along his phone. Allen took a look in a mirror by the door and sighed at his makeup free reflection before he opened the door and headed out of his home. After locking the door behind him, Allen sauntered towards his car. Allen got into the driver's seat and pulled out of his driveway. As he drove towards work, his mind invariably drifted to how he would phrase his reconsideration of Lila's suggestion. He knew that it would likely strike some of his workers as unbelievable, no matter how phrased it, once he advised them of his reconsideration of Lila's proposal. The same doubts that had plagued him all weekend reemerged when he pulled into the parking lot and parked in his reserved parking stall. Allen shook his head at the building before he got out of his car and hurried towards the door. As Allen walked into the office, he caught sight of Lila and Enid. He was surprised that they both arrived at work before him, as they usually never did so. They each gave him polite greetings that he reciprocated even though he had grown increasingly unhappy about the position that they had forced him into over the weekend. Allen walked into his office and settled in at his desk. He worked for a half an hour until he was sure that the entire workforce was in the office, since he only wanted to have to discuss his decision to join Jessica's show once. After a few deep breaths, Allen got up and made his way through his doorway. He stared around the office and caught Enid and Lila turning to face him, expecting his announcement. Allen cleared his throat before he asked, "Can I have everyone's attention, please?" The office workers came to a stop to look at their boss. Allen squirmed a little, which struck the girls as unusual given his typical self- assuredness. Allen forced a smile to his face as he said, "Girls, I've given the recommendations you made last week some further thought. I realize, now, that I was a bit too hasty in saying no." The girls gave each other curious looks as a few smiled, understanding what Allen meant before he continued, "I should have been a little more conscious of the fact that Jessica has given us some good business over the years, and I shouldn't have been so cavalier in dismissing the idea that I could help her out." Allen comments prompted the snickers he figured they would before he added, "So after careful thought, I've decided that I will take Lila's advice and step into Stacey's shoes, so to speak." "She's got big shoes to fill," Elizabeth interjected with a smirk as her hands rested over the grey dress covering her pregnancy distended stomach. "That she does," Allen replied before turning towards Lila and Enid. Their smiles told him all he needed to know. 'They won't speak a word', Allen figured. The rest of his staff seemed to be, in turns, amused and surprised by Allen's decision to go take Stacey's place in the show. As the anticipated jokes started to come his way from his female subordinates, Allen rolled his eyes and thought, 'I'm never, ever, ever, going to hear the end of this.'