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The Temp Belladonna Constance Dawson shook her head as she thought about the call she was going to have to make. She had retained a divorce lawyer, but she wanted to be the one who let her husband know it was over. Although she felt it was more than she owed him, given everything she brought to their marriage, as well as the circumstances under which he was forced from their home, she still wanted him to hear it from her and not a process server. As Sebastian Dawson phone started to ring, Constance felt more venomous as she thought about the long hours she was putting in at the temporary staffing agency that her mother founded and left to Constance and her husband. The company was her mother's pet project while her father made a fortune running a multinational company. All that money had come to her when her parents died, but it was her mother's company that Constance felt was the family legacy that she and her husband were trying to protect and keep building. She shook her head, almost in disbelief at how her husband had betrayed her after years of marriage and two children who had grown up and moved out of state to live on their own. The telltale signs of an affair started to arise shortly after her children left the home. She found traces of lipstick and other makeup on Sebastian's clothes. The scent of perfume lingering on one of Sebastian's shirts was the final straw for Constance. She waited for her husband to come home one weekend and confronted Sebastian with all the evidence. Despite his stammering claims of not having an affair, he offered no credible explanation for what Constance found. The fallout was swift for Sebastian. He moved out of the home to live with a friend while he tried to regain Constance's favor. His efforts were for not, however, as Sebastian realized that his wife's anger was not dissipating in his absence, but growing instead. Within a week of moving out of the home, he was removed from his position as president at the temp agency. His wife appointed herself to the position as the sole stockholder and CEO. Cleaning out his office was among the most humiliating things Sebastian ever went through. The sight of his ex-employees angry and disappointed faces while he carried his belongings out the door were burned into his memory. He knew that Constance had poisoned them against him given the evidence she had presented to them. Sebastian's inability to formulate a credible explanation for what his wife found also had the effect of turning his two grown daughters against him. Sebastian had always been close with them, since they had long favored him over their mother. The evidence of his betrayal, however, turned them against him and put them in their mother's corner for once. Sebastian picked up the call and said, "Hello." "Sebastian." "Yes," Sebastian replied, recognizing his wife's voice. "I wanted to let you know that I've hired a divorce attorney," Constance replied coolly. "Oh," Sebastian responded with more than a hint of resignation in his voice. "I suggest you hire one as well," Constance replied. "Can we talk about this?" "What's there to talk about?" Constance retorted as her anger began to make itself known to Sebastian. "A divorce." "There's no other way, Sebastian. You can't undo what's done. You blew it." "I know I blew it, but I didn't have an affair," Sebastian replied. Constance shook her head at her husband's claims before she responded, "So what's the truth then?" "Don't make me say it." "Say what?" "You know." "No. I most certainly do not know, Sebastian!" "Yes, you do. You know I would never have an affair," Sebastian rejoined. "How would I know that?" "We were married for 25 years, and I never once even flirted with another girl." "So you say, but the evidence says otherwise." "You know what that is," Sebastian retorted. "I do?" Constance replied, laughing in disbelief. "I know you told everyone what you thought it was to protect yourself and the girls, but you know the truth." "What truth?" "Don't make me say it!" "Say what?" "That it's mine." "I know there your clothes." "No, the makeup!" "The what?" Constance replied, stunned as she held the phone away from her ear. "The makeup." "Why were you wearing makeup?" Constance asked. "You know." "No. I don't," Constance replied, confused by her husband's claims. "Like you didn't know when we met." "Know what?" "The way I kept my body shaved when we first met. Remember?" "You were on the swim team. What was there to really think about it? Besides, it kind of felt nice at the time." "I kept shaving it until Miranda was born." "That's when you stopped swimming so much...," Constance replied, trailing off as the realization hit her. Her eyes widened as she began to understand what her husband was trying to tell her. "I wanted to spend more time with the kids, and I would die if they found out," Sebastian added, filling the silence. "Are you a cross-dresser?" Constance asked her husband for confirmation. "Ha, ha, very funny," Sebastian rejoined, shaking his head at what he believed was his wife's mockery. "I'm serious," Constance retorted. "Like you don't know." "Oh, my God!" "What?" "You're a cross-dresser!" "And you're surprised?" Sebastian asked shaking his head. "Why didn't you tell me?" The sound of his wife's tone made Sebastian think that she might be serious. 'She really didn't know?' Sebastian thought before wondering if she had been in denial about it for years. Sebastian searched for answer before he responded with the truth, "It's humiliating. I didn't think you'd want to talk about it. I thought you knew, but didn't want to touch the subject." "I didn't know." "I thought you did." "How could you keep this from me?" Constance replied as her anger rose up again for entirely different reason. "I thought you knew, but didn't want to talk about it. How could you not pickup on it?" "I just didn't." "I'm sorry." "This changes everything," Constance replied. "That's why I never discussed it with you. I knew that if we got into it, your perception of me would never be the same." "It's certainly changed, but at least I know you weren't sneaking around on me." "It took this to get you there." "Yes. I never thought you'd cheat. It didn't seem like it's in your nature. That's why I was so shocked by it, but this...this I might be able to live with." "I promise that I'll stop." "You'll do no such thing," Constance countered. Sebastian was silent in response to the strong tone of his wife's response. Constance continued, "I'm going to call my divorce attorney and tell him to hold off on drawing up any papers, but I want to meet the woman inside of you." Sebastian blushed at the thought, happy his wife could not see him sitting in one of his cross-dressing friend's apartments wearing a cap sleeved, white lace dress that came to a rest above his sheer, white stocking covered knees. "Do you think you're ready for that?" Sebastian asked as his hand clasped the tonal grosgrain ribbon trim that tapered the waist of his dress. "It's something I need. I need the full truth from you if we're going to fix this," Constance replied, curious about how Sebastian looked en femme. "Okay," Sebastian replied with a nod. "You can move back home, but, first, I want to see how you look in a dress, Sebastian. Wait, do you have a name for the girl in you?" "Yes," Sebastian admitted. "What is it?" Constance inquired. "Ariel." "Well, I wouldn't have guessed that name for you, but it's a pretty one." "Thanks," Sebastian replied, blushing deeply. "How quick do you think you can come on over as Ariel." "Come over as Ariel?" "Well, I told you I'd have to see you. Beside, you can find somewhere to dress. If you need a motel room, I'll reimburse you." "No. That won't be an issue," Sebastian responded truthfully. "Well, then, I'd like to meet her this afternoon. If that's okay." "Ariel will be right over," Sebastian replied. "I can't wait to meet her," Constance responded. "Me too," Sebastian lied. They soon hung up and Sebastian stared down at his clothing and thought, 'This is really happening.' Sebastian paced about the apartment for a few moments as he wondered if his wife was setting him up. He wondered if she was just trying to get a few humiliating pictures of him to better her position in the divorce proceeding. Still, it was the only chance he had at getting his family and life back. Living cutoff from his wife and daughters had been the hardest thing Sebastian had endured in his life. That he lost his job in the process only made it worse. Sebastian figured that if the truth came out, he would at least get his girls back into his life, as they both had gay friends. Sebastian figured that it would be difficult for them to deal with his cross-dressing, but he felt that they would come to terms with it and reconcile with him once they realized he had not been unfaithful to their mother. Sebastian walked into the bathroom and touched up his makeup before he grabbed his purse. After changing out his red, peep toed pumps into a pair of silver ballet flats, Sebastian wrote a note to his friend, telling him that he had to go out for a couple of hours. Sebastian stared at the door for a few minutes, trying to work up the nerve to step out of it en femme during the daylight hours for the first time. Sebastian soon realized, however, that he would never feel comfortable doing it no matter how long he waited. Sebastian memories were consumed by the many instances in which his friends always told him how passable he was as a woman. While Sebastian felt that he was more believable than the rest of his friends, he was not sure he could pass himself off as a woman. After putting on a pair of women's sunglasses to hide his eyes, Sebastian stepped out the door. He walked towards the parking lot and headed for his car. Sebastian was happy that he encountered no one on his way through the suburban parking lot that rested to side of the apartment houses. Sebastian got into his car and then pulled out of the spot. Once he reached his wife's home, Sebastian pulled into the driveway. He called his wife to make sure that she would open the door for him, since he did not want to be standing around en femme in the full view of his neighbors of more than 20 years. Constance answered the phone and peered out her window. She could make out that Sebastian was sitting in his car, looking little like the man she had kicked out of her home. Constance told him to come to the door as she approached it and drew it open and hung up her phone. Her jaw dropped as she saw her husband swing his legs out of the car and scamper towards the porch. Constance's eyes scanned over her husband's long and lean, tights encased legs before they drifted to the dress that hugged his faux curves. She shook her head as she realized that her husband's zeal for fitness had little to do with his health and everything to do with looking the way he wanted to in a dress. "That's why he stayed from weights," Constance muttered thinking about her husband's cardio heavy exercise routines. Sebastian walked in through the door feeling vulnerable as he stood before his wife en femme for the first time. Sebastian shut the door behind him and let his wife look him over as he stood in silence, sure that she was judging every inch of him. An alarming thought came into Sebastian's mind as his wife inspected him, 'She thinks I'm a queer!' Constance gawked at him in silence before Sebastian removed his sunglasses. Constance saw the fear and nervousness in his eyes as she moved towards him. After wrapped her arms around him, she said, "It's okay. It's okay." Sebastian was silent as he hugged her back, feeling happy to feel her embrace once more. As the hug ended, Sebastian asked, "So, what do you think of Ariel?" Constance smiled slightly as she said, "You're a much prettier girl than I expected." Sebastian squirmed uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond to the comment before Constance added, "I love your dress too." "Oh, this old thing," Sebastian replied with a smile. "I might have to borrow that," Constance said, knowing that she was of a similar size to her feminized husband. Sebastian blushed at the idea, but he knew that he had secretly dressed in her clothing for years whenever he got a moment alone. That was the main reason he was in such disbelief that she was not aware of his secret. "I can't believe that this is you," Constance said shaking her head. "It's all me, and it's all fake," Sebastian replied with a half smile. "This is not what I expected at all." "What did you expect?" Sebastian inquired, raising his eyebrows. "A man in a dress." "I'm still a man," Sebastian responded. His heart was racing as his wife seemed to be confirming every fear he had about broaching the subject with her. "It's just uncanny. You seem like a real woman." "Well, I'm not," Sebastian replied while squirming. Constance reached for her phone and snapped a quick picture before Sebastian shrieked, "What did you just do?" "I took a picture for myself. I want to remember this moment." "Why?" "You finally showed me your true self. It's an important moment." "Delete it!" "Why would I delete it? I want to remember this." "Then, remember it. Commit it to memory," Sebastian pleaded. Constance gave Sebastian a strange look as he wondered why he was so nervous about her having a picture of him en femme. Constance shook her head and said, "Ariel, I'm not looking to divorce my husband anymore." "You're not," Sebastian replied as his heart began to beat slower. "No." Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief before Constance realized just how much control the picture gave her over her husband. She smiled as she said, "But there's going to be changes if he's going to move back in." Sebastian nodded, understanding that his revelation had undeniably changed their marriage and relationship forever, as well as his wife's perception of him. Constance stared at her husband for a moment before she said, "I want to get know my little mermaid a lot better. Especially now that she's grown such shapely legs" "I can make that work," Sebastian replied with a half smile, happy for the chance to spend more time en femme without having to hide it from his wife as he rubbed his smooth legs. "We'll spend some time together, and when we go out..." "Go out?" Sebastian responded, cutting her off. "Yes. If I'm going to have a new girl living with me, I expect her to go shopping with me like a good girlfriend. It'll be nice. I haven't really had the chance to do it since the girls moved out." Sebastian face turned white as he thought about going shopping with his wife en femme. Sebastian shook his head and said, "Honey, that would be great, but I can't do that." "Why not?" "Everyone can tell that I'm not really a woman." "You don't give yourself enough credit," Constance replied, shaking her head. "There are tells." Constance nodded her head, slowly looking over her husband before she replied, "There are a few, but we can cover them up. It's also about slight of hand. We just got to draw attention away from them." "Constance, please. I can't." "You can't? Well, maybe I can't stand to be married to a pussy who's too afraid to show the world who she really is?" Sebastian blushed and squirmed. Constance smiled, knowing that her challenge to her husband was having its intended effect before she added, "If you can't show her to the world, maybe I'll just post a picture of you on Facebook so we can get it out of the way." Sebastian shook his head as he begged her not to post the picture. Constance smiled as she felt that she had more control over her husband than ever before. Constance relented, "Fine, but you have to do me these favors. I expect you to be a helpful girlfriend. You picked out a nice dress, and you were actually pretty good at picking out clothes for the girls when they were younger." "Thanks," Sebastian responded blushing again as he remembered being conflicted over the praise his wife showered on him whenever he returned from shopping with his daughters. "Are you ready to go then?" Constance asked. "Go where?" "Shopping," Constance answered. "Now?" "What better time? You're already dressed up, and I'm good to go. I'll grab my bag." Sebastian stared at his wife, dumbfounded while she picked up her purse. Sebastian shook his head as he muttered under his breath, "I'm so fucked." As Constance pulled out her car keys, she then said, "I'll drive." Sebastian nodded sullenly as he followed her out the door to her car. Sebastian got in the passenger's seat before Constance started the car and pulled it out of the driveway. After a short drive, they arrived at a local outlet mall. Sebastian gave the place a wary look while sensing a nervous feeling growing within his stomach. "Don't worry, you'll be fine," Constance said with a smile as she parked the car. 'Easy for you to say', Sebastian thought. Sebastian and Constance exited the car before they started towards the mall. As Sebastian saw the crowds of people in the buildings, Sebastian realized that he had never been out en femme around so many people before, let alone during the daylight hours. 'This is not good', Sebastian thought, sure that someone would see through his feminized disguise. Constance led Sebastian into a store that catered to older women. Sebastian was nervous as he entered the store, but he quickly realized that no one was looking at him, save for the staff members of the store. A female clerk asked if he needed any help, Constance replied for him before the girl continued towards another shopper. Constance smiled at Sebastian's response to the clerk and the clerk's response to him. "Did you see that?" Constance asked. "What?" "She totally thinks you're a girl." "When did you become a Val?" "80's flashback. I had fun that decade." "If you can remember it, you weren't really there," Sebastian countered. "Oh, I love this," Constance said as she picked up a lace bodice banded sheet dress with a lace overlay against the surplice, empire-waist bodice that ended at the black, banded pencil skirt. "It'd look great on you," Sebastian replied. Constance smiled and said, "Thanks, but I was thinking about it for you." "For me?" "Yes, it will look great ON YOU. Why don't you try it on?" "Here?" "Yes!" "In the ladies' dressing room?" "This place only sells ladies wear, so there's no men's dressing room," Constance replied in a whisper. Sebastian began to panic before Constance handed him the dress and said, "I can't wait to see you in this." Sebastian forced a smile on his face as he took the dress and went into the dressing room. Sebastian saw the security camera as he walked into the dressing room and prayed that there was not a security guard watching his particular stall when he changed. Sebastian felt exposed as he stood in his undergarments with his pads clearly visible in his reflection in the mirror. Sebastian quickly put on the dress. As he straightened it out over his legs, Sebastian's mind began to race as he wondered again if this was all trick. After a few silent prayers, Sebastian stepped out of the stall and walked out towards where his wife had been standing. She waved to him, prompting Sebastian to feel a sense of relief. Constance nodded as she said, "That looks great on you." "Thanks," Sebastian replied before a saleswoman came over and seconded his wife's assessment. Constance nodded along with her before Sebastian went to change back into his dress. After he finished, he carried out the dress Constance handed him before she said, "Are you ready?" "Ready?" "Yes, I don't see anything I want." "You don't?" "No. I was more shopping for you. It's nice to shop for another girl every once and a while." "Oh," Sebastian replied, somewhat surprised by his wife's words. Constance took Sebastian by the arm as they sauntered toward the counter. The cashier smiled at them before Sebastian went to pay for the dress. "Oh, no. It's my treat," Constance said. Sebastian watched as Constance removed her credit card and paid for the dress before she led him out of the store. "What was that about?" Sebastian asked. "What?" "You're paying?" "You wanted to pay with your credit card? Good luck with that," Constance replied. Sebastian blushed as he nodded in agreement with her assessment before he asked, "So where are we off to next?" "I'm famished; do you want to grab dinner?" Constance answered. "Sure," Sebastian replied as he carried Constance's bag alongside her. They headed for Constance's car before she drove them to a diner that was located a short distance from the outlet mall. After spending several hours passing as a woman in public, Sebastian's initial nervousness had dissipated by the time he entered the diner beside his wife. Sebastian and Constance were seated at a small table and ordered their meals. They made a little small talk while they waited for their dinner. As the waitress placed down the plate in front of Sebastian, Sebastian thought that she made a face at him. Once she walked away from the table, Sebastian asked, "Did you see that?" "See what?" "She made a face at me." "I didn't see it." "She knows," Sebastian said. "Calm down. She doesn't know. Maybe she's just jealous." "Jealous? She has an actual pussy." "Penis in a skirt envy then," Constance whispered with a smile. Sebastian blushed before Constance put her hand on his and said, "Don't worry about it. Even if she does know, you'll probably never see her again." Constance's word soothed Sebastian a little before he began to eat his dinner. Constance and Sebastian made small talk while Sebastian tried to subtly watch the waitress. He was relieved that she did not seem to show any other hints that she knew what he was when she dropped off the bill. After Constance paid for the dinner, she drove them home. Sebastian was excited by what had happened during the course of the day as his eyes periodically drifted from the windows to his wife. It was only enhanced by the feeling of Constance's hand rubbing against his tights covered legs as she drove them home. As Constance parked the car before their home, Sebastian smiled as he asked, "So can I move back home?" Constance smacked her lips against his before she answered, "What a stupid question, thank God for your looks." Sebastian smiled at her insinuation before he followed her into the home. Constance pointed him towards the stairs. As Sebastian headed up them, he felt his wife pinching at his bottom as they made their way up to the second floor. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Sebastian awoke and opened his eyes. A smile came across his face as he felt his wife's head nuzzled up against his shoulder. He looked around what had become his bedroom once again and let out a contented sigh. Constance stirred beside him and said, "It's early." Sebastian checked the clock and said, "It's not really early," seeing that 10 o'clock had already passed. "Can you make breakfast?" Constance asked. "Sure." "Thanks, Ariel," Constance replied. "Ariel?" Constance smiled as she kissed his cheek and slapped his rear and said, "I want my wife getting used to that name." Sebastian's manhood swelled as he remembered how she called him her wife during their foreplay the night before. The way it aroused him was not lost on his wife as she practically pushed him out of the bed and sprawled out underneath the covers. After putting on his wife's red cotton robe at her insistence, Sebastian headed down the stairs and made breakfast for the two of them. He called up to his wife after he put her plate on the table. Constance came down the stairs in a nightgown before she sat at the table and ate across from Sebastian. As Constance sipped on her tea, she asked her husband, "How are you feeling?" "Better than I have in a long time." "Me too," Constance replied with a smile before they leaned over the table to kiss one another. "It feels so good to be back with you." "I'm glad, but there's still some more things that I want you to do." "Can it wait? I still have to pick my stuff up from Phillip's apartment." "Oh, it can wait for that." "What were you thinking?" Sebastian asked, somewhat excited. "I want you to experience your femininity more." "Oh heaven forbid. Not that," Sebastian replied with mock terror. Constance grinned before she responded, "I'm glad you're all in because I want this to be more than just a game." Sebastian's smile dissipated as he inquired, "What are you getting at?" "I want being a woman to be your job." "I don't think they pay for that," Sebastian replied. "Not just for that," Constance responded. Sebastian felt nervous as he asked, "What would they pay me for?" "For whatever job you did as a temp." "You want to hire me out as a temp?" Sebastian asked as his heart started to race. "I've got just the spot for you. We got the request in last week. A firm in the building to the south of ours, needs a girl just for a week to help fill in because two of their girls are out." "That sounds like bad planning." "Well, one of them had a baby. You can't expect the other girl not to take a vacation just because the other was pregnant. That's not very fair." "I get that, but isn't this kind of risky?" "How so?" "You're hiring out your husband to be an office girl for a client." "Oh, there's definitely a risk, but no one there knows you." "They may not know me, but what if they figure out that I'm a man." "I will be shocked, shocked, if they bring that to my attention." Sebastian gave his wife a nervous look before she said, "They're a small company anyway." "That doesn't matter. What if it gets out?" "We have a reservoir of good will built up. We'll weather any tempest your testicles can conjure up." "I don't think I want to do this." Constance shook her head at her husband's tepid reply as she rejoined, "It's not about what you want anymore, Ariel. It's about what we need." "What do we need?" "We need for me to be convinced that this isn't some silly phase for you." "I can assure you that this isn't a phase. I think I would have grown out of in the last 30 years or so if it was." "These are my terms. If you want to move back in, you've got to show me that you're willing to do what it takes to address this tendency of yours head on." Sebastian stared into his wife's eyes, hoping that she was bluffing. Her steely look, however, told him that she was not before he relented. Constance smiled and nodded as she said, "Excellent. I'll let them know that you're coming aboard." "Won't they ask about my experience?" Sebastian asked. "To some extent, but you're a temp. They don't check you like a full time employee. They expect you to put your head down and get things done for a week." "But what if I can't do it?" "You've ran an office before Ariel. You know what a secretary has to do." "But I haven't been one." "It'll be just like when you were president, except instead of giving orders, you'll receive them. Just invert everything you know about the workplace and you'll be fine," Constance replied with a smirk. Sebastian stared blankly at his wife, searching his mind for a way out, before he asked, "Wait, won't I need some more clothes?" "You're going to tell me you don't have enough pretty blouses, skirts and dresses for a week. That doesn't sound like my husband," Constance answered with a laugh. Sebastian blushed and noted that she was right. Constance smiled before she said he could go and get his things. Sebastian nodded before he cleaned their plates and cups and went back up the stairs. He dressed in the outfit that Constance had ripped off him the day before. "I'm going to get walk of shame jokes for sure," Sebastian thought as his mind drifted towards facing Phillip at his apartment. Sebastian put on his makeup and fixed his hair before he told his wife he was heading out to get his things. Constance gave him a goodbye kiss before he scurried towards his car hoping the neighbors would not see him. As he pulled his car out of the driveway, Sebastian started to wonder if his revelation was going to cost him every vestige of his masculinity when all was said and done. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The first day of Sebastian's scheduled stint as a temporary office assistant arrived with the sound of his alarm clock beeping. Sebastian got to his feet with a moan before he turned it off and went down to the kitchen. After grabbing a quick breakfast, Sebastian headed back up the stairs and into the shower. Sebastian washed himself and inspected his body for any stray hairs he may have missed when he shaved it the night before. Satisfied that he was hairless everywhere that could be seen beneath his outfit, Sebastian stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. As Sebastian walked into his bedroom to change into his outfit for the day, his wife was rolling out of bed. She gave Sebastian a smile and said, "Going so soon." "Some of us have to be on time," Sebastian replied. "Boss's privilege," Constance retorted with a smile. Sebastian nodded, knowing how many times he had arrived late at the office merely because he could when he had been the president of his wife's agency. Sebastian did not have time to dwell much on the past though as he put on his gaff and covered it up with a pair of panties. After making sure that his straining manhood was tucked away snuggly, Sebastian took hold of a pair of black tights. Sebastian rolled them down as he had become accustomed to before he slowly unrolled the up his legs. The sensations along his legs caused his compressed member to try to free itself from his tight confines, but it remained snugly in place as Sebastian pulled the control top of his tights to his waist. Sebastian then went over to his dresser and removed a gel-padded bra. He slipped on the bra once he finished affixing a pair of breast forms to his shaved chest. With his underwear taken care of, Sebastian went to his closet and removed the dress his wife suggested he wear for the first day. Sebastian was excited to wear it to the workplace, even as he was concerned how he would be greeted and accepted by his temporary coworkers. Sebastian slipped the cobalt blue, jersey-knit dress fashioned with a surplice V-neckline and sleeves that fall just below the elbow on over his head before he zipped up the rear zipper with some effort. Sebastian smiled as he caught a glimpse of his reflection in his wife's dressing mirror. "I look good," Sebastian said to himself with a smile while examining the dress's shutter pleats that enhanced the curve hugging silhouette of the dress, unaware that his wife was listening as she stood at the base of the stairs. As Sebastian strolled towards his closet, Constance reentered the room, struggling not to laugh at her husband's self-satisfaction with his feminized state. She gave him a grin as she watched her husband bend from the knees to pickup his shoes. "So lady like," Constance felt compelled to say. Sebastian turned to face his wife and retorted, "It comes with practice." Constance laughed as she went into the master bathroom. As he heard his wife turn on the shower, Sebastian placed his pumps into his oversized, leather purse before he put on a pair of black, patent leather flats. Sebastian then turned and went into the bathroom that had once been reserved for his daughters. Sebastian took his makeup out of his purse and put it on. His years of experience made the process more of a chore than something that excited him. Still, he could not help but smile at his feminized reflection when he finished. Sebastian then grabbed hold of his brush. He brushed out his hair a little before he tied it back in a ponytail that he felt would look respectable on an office assistant. Sebastian was satisfied with his reflection as he stepped out of the bathroom. Constance caught a glimpse of Sebastian as he exited and called out to him. Having already revealed himself to his wife en femme, Sebastian did not hesitate as he walked into their bedroom en femme as Constance stood before him dressed in her robe. She smiled as she looked him over from head to toe. Sebastian sensed that she was excited as she began to compliment his outfit. "I could use a girl like you," Constance said with a laugh. "You've got me." "No, I mean at work." "Well, then keep looking, because I've got to get to my job," Sebastian retorted with a smile before he kissed his wife goodbye. Sebastian headed down the stairs before he started the rental car that Constance had got for him for the week. Sebastian felt that he could explain away his luxury vehicle by noting that he had a successful spouse, but Constance advised that she did not want any of the girls he was going to be working with to think that she was any different from them. After letting it warm up for a minute, Sebastian looked around for his neighbors before he stepped out of his house and closed the door behind him. Sebastian hurried to the driver's side door before he stepped into the Ford Focus. Sebastian pulled the car out of the driveway and began the drive to the office. Sebastian's mind wandered as he made his way to the building. He wondered if he could keep up the ruse that had seemed to fool so many people during his excursion with his wife. The thought of seeing the same people every day for a week filled Sebastian with a sense of foreboding as he figured that his slipups would eventually give him away. Sebastian pulled into the building's parking lot and took a few deep breaths before he put on his black, three-inch heeled pumps and made the long walk towards the door. As he walked towards the building, he looked across the parking lot towards the neighboring building where his wife's agency was headquartered. He saw the empty spot that was reserved for his wife and thought about how much she seemed to enjoy the fact that he had to be punctual. After entering the lobby of the building, Sebastian looked at the directory on the wall before he headed to the office that had contracted for his services for the week. Sebastian collected himself for a minute and stood up straight as he stared at the door to the office. He then drew it open, walked in and introduced himself to the receptionist. The girl smiled before she told him that he would have to report to the manager of the branch. Sebastian thanked her while she began to lead him to the manager's office. As Sebastian followed behind her, he was relieved that she did not indicate that there was anything strange about him. When they reached the manager's office, Antonia stood up to greet her temporary employee. After exchanging salutations, Antonia asked Sebastian to take a seat. Sebastian sat down in the guest chair before Antonia's desk, while she sat in the executive's chair that was similar to the one he once had. As Sebastian crossed his legs, Antonia gave him a brief overview of his responsibilities and the company's various procedures. Sebastian listened carefully to Antonia. Although she looked no older than he was, Sebastian knew that she was in a position of respect in the company. He hated when his subordinates crossed the line with him and was careful to give Antonia all the respect she was due, since he did not want his wife's company to look bad. When she was finished with the introduction, Antonia took Sebastian over to the desk he would call his for the week. She then introduced him to Stevie, the office manager, and Gerri, a full time administrative assistant with the company, who were both seated near his desk. They both greeted Sebastian warmly to his evident relief before Antonia turned and walked back into her office. Stevie chatted with Sebastian for a few minutes before she told him to get a pen and a legal pad to take down the first set of tasks that she was assigning him. Sebastian got a pen and a legal pad from the supply closet before he returned to Stevie's desk and wrote down his assignments. Stevie informed Sebastian that he would be doing a significant amount of copying due to the backlog that had accumulated because one administrative assistant had left on maternity leave. Sebastian nodded before he asked, "They didn't get a temp for her?" "No. They don't want to pay someone for six weeks. They'd rather just let it all fall on the rest of us." "At least they got me to fill in for the other girl," Sebastian replied, trying to console the irritated girl a little. "Yes, for a full week," Stevie replied, unable to conceal her sarcasm, before she gave Sebastian directions for his first copying job. Sebastian listened closely before he took hold of the large stack of papers and followed Stevie to the copier. Sebastian paid special attention to Stevie as she gave him the instructions on how to use the machine. Sebastian nodded along as he committed the details to memory before Stevie went back to her desk. Sebastian shrugged as he began sorting the documents, thinking, 'This shouldn't be that hard', as he began running off the copies. As the sets printed, Sebastian began to place them on the floor to sort them. After the first hour at the machine, Sebastian's ankles and feet began to ache. His back too began to bother him as the constant bending to move documents and feed other papers into the printer caught up with him. "This is a young woman's game," Sebastian muttered to himself as he began to wonder if he was in over his head. A few minutes later, even Sebastian's fingers began to ache as he punched in another number for the required set of copies. Sebastian shook his head in disbelief and wondered if the girls at Constance's office experienced the same sort of things when they worked beneath him. "I can't believe they haven't figured out a better way to do this yet," Sebastian muttered as he ran off and sorted another set of documents. Once he finished printing each set, he bundled them with rubber bands before he took hold of the sets that needed to be bound. Sebastian brought them over to his desk before he took hold of the Velobinding machine that the office had. Sebastian listened as Stevie gave him suggestions as he set it up. Figuring she knew better than he did, Sebastian followed her instructions closely as he bound the various sets that required it. After finishing, Sebastian got to his feet and began to carry the various sets out to each of the employees they had been created for. Sebastian walked them into the various offices as each step grew more painful. The pain ran up from his feet through his lower back making it difficult to keep from grimacing. Upon delivering each stack of documents, Sebastian found it necessary to clutch at his back while he walked back towards his desk. Sebastian wondered if it was all worth it, since most of the employees took the sets without a word of thanks or only token thanks for his efforts. 'Was I that much of a dick?' Sebastian found himself wondering. A small stack of papers with a post-it note on top of it greeted Sebastian's eyes as he walked back to his desk. Sebastian clutched the note and read it before he sat down at his desk and began to type up a fax cover sheet for the small document set. Sebastian finished typing the document and retrieved the completed cover sheet from the printer before he headed to the fax machine. Sebastian stared blankly at the machine for a moment as he noticed that the machine was placed on a high countertop. Even with his heels, Sebastian could not get a clear view of the numbers on the machine. 'What the hell is with this?' Sebastian wondered. Gerri smiled as she saw Sebastian struggling to hit the right numbers before she said, "We have a stepstool for that." "You do?" Gerri nodded as she brought it over to him. Sebastian thanked her before he asked, "If you need a stepstool to use it, wouldn't it just be smarter to put the machine on a lower counter?" "That would make too much sense for corporate. This is what they want. Don't ask me why?" Sebastian shook his head before he stepped onto the stepstool, careful to securely situate the heels and toes of his pumps upon it. Sebastian leaned over a little as he inputted the numbers before he sent the fax out. Once he received the confirmation page, Sebastian returned the document set and the fax confirmation to the employee who had left it on his desk. He then walked back to his desk and began to work on the next task that Stevie had assigned him. As Sebastian sat at his desk, working on inputting the stack of order forms that had been handed to him, he listened as Stevie and Gerri chatted while they worked between answering phone calls. Sebastian interjected where he could before the girls decided to try to get to know him. They asked him some personal questions that he answered as truthfully as he could, in light of his circumstances and the lie he was trying to maintain. "So, do you have any kids?" Stevie asked. "Sure do," Sebastian replied. "How many?" Gerri chimed in. "I've got two beautiful girls," Sebastian answered. "Oh, you've got girls," Gerri replied. "I sure do." "You're so lucky I've got boys." "Why am I lucky?" "Well, boys are easier to deal with, but they're so messy, and they go through food like you can't believe," Gerri replied. Sebastian smiled as he thought back to his time in high school and thought, 'Tell me about it.' "How many boys do you have?" Sebastian asked. "I've got three boys." "Three?" Sebastian said with a laugh. "Yes, me and my husband had our first boy and thought, 'Hey, let's try for a girl.' Then the second boy came and we were like, 'Okay, two boys is nice, how about trying again for a girl.' Then my third son was born. I love him to death, but me and my husband we just look each other some times and say 'What the hell did we do?'" Sebastian laughed at her comment before Gerri pulled up pictures of her three sons on her phone. Sebastian looked them over before he said, "Oh, they're young." "Well, the youngest is 8 and the oldest is 14." "That's young," Sebastian replied. "Only the little one is really little," Gerri replied. "And by little, she means still cute," Stevie interjected. Sebastian laughed along with the girls before he said, "Well, my daughters are older." "How old?" Stevie asked. "They're both out of college and living on their own." "Oh, my God. That sounds like heaven," Gerri replied. "It takes some getting used to just being you and the...umm...husband again," Sebastian responded catching himself before he referred to Constance as his wife. "Are they living with someone else?" Stevie inquired. "Miranda, my oldest, is engaged." "What's he do?" "He's an orthopedist." "A doctor?" "My...husband wouldn't stand for her marrying anything less," Sebastian responded with a laugh. "What does your husband do?" "He runs a business," Sebastian replied with a half-truth. "How about your daughter?" Stevie asked. "Well, Miranda's a physicians' assistant." "Is that how they met?" "No. He wasn't her boss or anything like that, but they met through her boss." "That's nice," Gerri replied before Stevie said, "I'd kill to marry an orthopedist." Gerri and Sebastian nodded before Gerri asked, "How about your other daughter. What's she up to?" "My younger daughter is living with a girl friend while she finishes up nursing school." "Another one in the medical field! What's your secret?" Gerri responded with no hint that it was anything other than a demand. "Just have good kids," he replied. "That's it?" "Well, it helps that their...father is quite smart," Sebastian replied, thinking about his wife. "And when you say your daughter is living with a girl friend...," Stevie began to ask, trying to feel better about herself. "She's a friend, nothing more! My Iris's been dating the same guy for eight months," Sebastian replied, shooting down Stevie's insinuation. Stevie seemed to realize that she had touched a nerve before she went to answer the phone. She handled the call while Sebastian and Gerri went back to their tasks. As lunchtime came, Sebastian looked over to the girls and asked where they got lunch. Stevie responded for the both of them, "We both bring our lunch." "Oh," Sebastian replied. "It's so much cheaper," Gerri responded. "Not to mention healthier," Stevie added. Sebastian nodded, knowing that most of his wife's administrative assistants brought their lunches to work for the same reasons. Sebastian decided that he would do it too for the remainder of the week, since he was sure that the girls expected him to not have the disposable income to afford to buy lunch each day. Since the building had an in-house cafeteria, Sebastian decided to go down to it to grab lunch. There were a few people there, including two that Sebastian recognized as people he had met in passing. Sebastian tried to keep his distance from them as they waited for their lunches to be prepared. He placed his order before he drifted to the other side of the mostly empty room, as most of the cafeteria's customers picked up their lunch and returned to their offices. Sebastian was relieved when the two men he recognized did the same without acknowledging his presence. After Sebastian paid for his lunch, he decided to return to his desk and ate at it while he worked through lunch beside Stevie and Gerri. Once he finished eating, Sebastian felt the urge to go to the bathroom. "Do we need a key for the bathroom?" Sebastian asked Stevie. Stevie nodded as she answered, "Yes, I have the key." "Thanks," Sebastian replied as he got to his feet and took it from her before he asked, "Is there only one key?" "No, but there's just one key for us and our guests. We're not important enough to get our own keys, apparently," Stevie retorted. From Stevie's tone, Sebastian surmised that he had come across another source of the evident displeasure that Stevie had towards her employer. Sebastian nodded as he thanked her again while he took the key and headed for the common ladies' room on the floor. Sebastian unlocked the door, feeling like a pervert as he entered a ladies' room for the first time. Sebastian tried to avoid eye contact with the woman washing her hands in the sink as he slinked towards the stalls. Sebastian muttered to himself as he saw that the only open one was located between two closed stalls. Sebastian prayed that nothing he did would give him away as he stepped into the stall. He scrunched his face as he closed the stall door behind him and stared at the toilet seat. He knew that he would have to sit, even though he preferred to avoid doing so on communal toilet seats. Seeing no toilet seat covers, Sebastian sighed as he unrolled toilet paper from the dispenser. Sebastian lined the seat with toilet paper before he moved towards the bowl. He pulled his dress up and his panties and hosiery down as he backed towards the bowl, almost tripping over it in the process. Sebastian braced himself against the stall's walls as he righted himself before a girl in a neighboring stall inquired, "Are you okay in there?" "Yes, just a little malfunction," Sebastian replied, blushing as his freed, sweaty member began to surge in front of his body. Sebastian quickly sat down on the seat and relieved himself. The sound of girls rolling out the toilet paper dispensers reminded him to do to the same to make it seem as if he was wiping himself dry before he stood up. Once he was satisfied that his member was properly tucked away in his gaff, panties and hosiery, Sebastian let down his dress and cleaned up in the stall. He then walked towards the sink and washed his hands before he touched up makeup. After returning the key to the bathroom to Stevie, Sebastian sat down at his desk and noticed that the telephone was ringing as the two girls in sight were preoccupied with calls of their own. Sebastian reached for the phone and answered it and took down the message before he tried to figure out how to transfer the call. Sebastian called over to the intended recipient and asked her how to do so before she instructed him on the process to do so. Sebastian then transferred the call and turned his attention to the mail that had been dropped on his desk while he was in the bathroom. Sebastian sorted the mail while Stevie and Gerri continued on their telephone conversations. Once he finished, Sebastian handed out the mail to the various staff that it was addressed to. As he handed it to Antonia, she smiled and said, "While you're here, can you get me a cup of coffee?" "Sure," Sebastian replied while he took the coffee mug that Antonia held up from her. Sebastian carried it into the kitchen and waited for the cup of coffee to brew. As he waited, Sebastian stared around the kitchen and thought about his day for the first time. He had worked harder than he had expected to, but there was a lack of stress that accompanied it that seemed strange for the workplace. Having grown used to giving orders and having the ultimate responsibility for everything fall on him and his wife, Sebastian found it relaxing to take orders and have the responsibility for things falling on those above him for a change. Once the coffee finished brewing, he added the creamer and sugar that Antonia requested and carried the cup back to her office. He handed it to her before he returned to his desk to take hold of another batch of papers to copy. Sebastian knew that the task would likely take him through the end of his workday as he headed for the copier. Sebastian spread the documents out on the floor to ensure that the bundles did not get mixed together and that he did not run off more copies than he needed. The constant bending and standing was even more painful than it had been when he did it in the morning. The overall soreness in his back, ankles and feet grew more pronounced with each set, and Sebastian found himself wishing that he could work in flats. Stevie noticed his discomfort as she walked by him and asked if he needed any help. Sebastian politely refused her, not wanting his tasks to fall on her since she he knew that she was clearly overworked. Sebastian then asked, "Is it alright if we wear flats to work?" Stevie gave him a strange look before she said, "You didn't notice that Gerri was wearing them?" "Well, I did, but I didn't know if she had a medical excuse," Sebastian lied. Stevie laughed as she said, "Of course you can wear flats. We're secretaries. Only the higher ups have to wear heels." Sebastian nodded as he replied, "That's good to know." Stevie nodded too before she added, "But keep a pair of black pumps on hand, just in case the boss wants to make a good impression on a client." "Can do," Sebastian replied with a smile that masked his pain while he went back to his copy job that took him through the end of his workday. As Sebastian's first day at the company ended, Sebastian said goodbye to his temporary coworkers and headed back into the parking lot. As he caught a glimpse of his wife's car parked in her spot at the building next door, he thought, 'I'd better start dinner when I get home.' Sebastian got into his car and changed back into his flats before he began the drive home. Sebastian moved slowly with traffic until he reached his exit. He then took the various back roads he new to avoid the local traffic before he reached his neighborhood. Sebastian turned into his neighborhood and slowly made his way past the suburban houses that lined the blocks. Sebastian pulled into his driveway before he reached for his keys and pulled them from the ignition. After looking around at his neighbors' homes, Sebastian felt reasonably assured that no one was looking at him before he exited his car and hurried towards the door. Sebastian fiddled with his keys with his trembling fingers before he pushed them into the lock and let himself inside. Sebastian closed the door behind him and took off his flats, thankful that he would get a chance to wear them to work the next day. He then headed for the kitchen before he placed his bag and his keys down. Sebastian felt the warm wood floor beneath his pantyhose as he moved about in the kitchen and smiled at the feeling that still struck as so usual, but still alluring. Once Sebastian decided on what to cook for dinner, he began to make the meal for him and his wife. Sebastian cooked the meal for over an hour before his wife returned home. Constance smiled as she entered the kitchen and said, "Something smells good." "Thanks," Sebastian replied before he gave his wife a kiss. "You're welcome. Do you need any help?" "No. I've got it covered, and you probably had a long day," Sebastian answered. Constance smiled as she patted him on his rear and said, "That's a sweet little wife." Sebastian blushed in response to what his wife referred to him as before he said, "That's funny. I actually had to call you my husband today." "What?" Constance asked with raised eyebrows before she said, "Tell me all about that." Sebastian told his wife about the stories he had exchanged regarding children with the other two secretaries at work. Constance smiled as she heard her husband talking about the small talk he made with the other women before she asked, "How did calling me your husband feel?" "Weird," Sebastian admitted. Constance nodded with a smile as she said, "I'm sure it did, but it's a nice word, isn't it?" "I guess," Sebastian replied as he took the meal out of the oven. "Wife's a nice word too," Constance replied with a smile. "For a woman," Sebastian retorted with a smirk. "Whatever," Constance responded as she walked towards the table that Sebastian had already set. Sebastian carried the meal over to the table before he got drinks for himself and Constance. Constance looked at Sebastian as he sat down and said, "Aren't you going to serve us, dear?" "Serve?" Sebastian replied. "Yes, you're the lady of the home tonight," Constance responded. The smirk on her face made Sebastian smile before he said, "Anything for you." Sebastian stood up and served them both before he sat down and began to eat beside his wife. Constance told Sebastian a little about her day at the office before she asked, "How was your day?" "What you'd expect it to be," Sebastian answered. "No. I want every detail," Constance replied. "What's there to say?" "You tell me," Constance rejoined. "Should I start at the beginning?" "No start the story from the middle. That's always the best place. It does away with all that silly context stuff," Constance retorted before smiling. Sebastian rolled his eyes before he told her how he arrived at work and how he felt. Constance nodded along as he informed her about the various tasks he had completed that day and how Antonia had spoken to him. "That seems a little different than what you're probably used to at the office," Constance responded as she raised her eyebrows. "A little?" Sebastian said with a laugh before he began talking about his conversations with the girls. The smile on Constance's face grew as she listened to the details of her husband's conversations with the permanent secretarial staff of a neighboring office. Once they finished eating, Constance said, "Why don't you clean up around here? I'm feeling a little faint." "Are you okay?" "Oh, I just need to lie down for a moment." "Let me help you?" "No, I've got it, honey. Just clean up." "Okay," Sebastian replied before he cleaned the table. Sebastian washed the glasses, silverware, plates and pans before he walked towards the stairs. Sebastian headed up the staircase and opened his bedroom door. As Sebastian pushed the door open, he said, "Honey, how are you feeling?" "Just fine," Constance replied as she greeted him dressed only in a pink chemise with floral lace at the bodice, hem and across the body. Sebastian stared at her in silence for a moment, taking in her appearance. "Do you like it?" Sebastian nodded. "That's great. I got it just for my little, Ariel." "Ariel likes. Ariel really likes," Sebastian responded. "Then, get your sweet little ass over here, wifey," Constance replied with a smile. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Sebastian arose and got himself ready before he made himself lunch. After putting his meal into a lunch bag he bought for trips to sporting events, he drove to work wearing a dress, pantyhose and flats. Once he arrived at work, he fell into the same routines that had been ingrained in him the previous day. His day became predominated by copying jobs, faxing documents, sorting mail and answering telephone calls. The monotony was only broken up by the small talk he made with Stevie and Gerri and the various minor requests that came his way from the staff during the day, such as requests to call in lunch orders or for cups of coffee. Sebastian embraced the requests that broke up the repetitiveness that defined his workdays. Even filing documents and retrieving them from storage, struck Sebastian as a relief from his typical workday activities. Most of the tasks, however, revolved around Antonia and the higher ups' meetings. Sebastian called in their lunch orders and was tasked with keeping the conference rooms clean. Before each meeting, Sebastian was sent into the conference room to clean the tabletops and make sure that everything looked spick-and- span. He felt that he was almost the firm's part-time maid as he wiped down the tables. When the food arrived for the lunch meetings, Sebastian would bring it into the room and hand it out to his coworkers, bosses and the company's guests and clients. Despite his many years of being in such meetings, his employer thought of him as a low skilled, temporary employee. Accordingly, it was always Gerri or Stevie who was brought into the meeting to take notes and not him. Sebastian understood the reasoning behind it and knew that he could not make an issue of it. As the days of the week went by, Constance began to be more forward when they discussed their workdays each evening. Sebastian realized that she was struggling to emphasize just how different their roles were in their respective workplaces, even as he struggled to understand why the emphasis on those differences aroused him. On Thursday evening, Constance decided to double down on her mild references to it over the prior days as she asked, "How was your day?" "You know, same old, same old," Sebastian replied. "Is that all?" Constance asked, Sebastian shrugged before Constance replied, "So you were answering phones and running off copies and doing whatever your lovely boss told you to do?" Sebastian nodded before Constance smiled and said, "I almost envy you." "Why?" "You have no responsibilities. You should see what I had to do today. I was up to my neck in paperwork and administering the girls." "I could help with that." "I suppose you could," Constance said with a smile. "So, how about it?" "Coming back to work with me?" "Sure." "Well, I could use another good secretary, but are you sure you could take orders from me, you know, in front of others," Constance asked. Sebastian nearly choked on the dinner he had cooked them before he replied, "You want me to come back as a secretary?" "Well, what other work experience do you have, Ariel?" "I didn't mean come back to work for you as Ariel," Sebastian retorted, knowing that his wife was aware of his intent all along. Constance grinned as she said, "I figured as much." "So what do you say?" "I'll think about it." "What's there to think about?" "What I tell the girls at work about it." "What have you told them?" "They know, that we've reconciled." "Good," Sebastian replied before he began to panic as he inquired, "What did you tell them?" "I told them the truth." "Which truth?" Sebastian asked as his knees started to bang together. "That I've forgive you." "So, they still think I'm an adulterer?" Sebastian inquired. "Well, I didn't correct that assumption. I could tell them the whole truth, if you're ready," Constance answered. Sebastian shook his head as fast as he could. Constance smiled in response as she said, "That's what I thought. The girls figure that it will take time for me to trust you again to bring you back on." Sebastian nodded, understanding his wife's position before Constance said, "And talking about the girls at work leads me to another point." "What?" "What do we do about our girls?" Constance asked. Sebastian's eyes opened wide before he answered, "Nothing. There's nothing to say." "They don't know we've reconciled. They should know, and they'll have to know eventually." Sebastian nodded as he replied, "We can tell them that." "We can tell them that, but I don't want them to still be mad at you for something you didn't do." "I'm not happy about either, but..." "We can't lie to them, Sebastian. They're family." "We lie to them all time. Don't you remember Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny..." "And don't forget the Tooth Fairy, but that one wasn't so far off from the truth, now, was it, twinkle toes?" Constance responded with a laugh. Sebastian squirmed uncomfortably as he responded, "We can't tell them about this. What will they think?" "It's got to be better than their dad's an untrustworthy leech." Sebastian was unnerved by the prospect of his daughters being told the truth about him. He said, "Can we put it off for a little bit? This is all too much at once." Constance nodded while she replied, "I can agree to that, but we'll have to tell them before the next time one of them visits. I can't have them showing up and seeing Ariel scurrying around the kitchen without an explanation." "You want them to see me like this?" Sebastian asked, incredulous. "How else will they believe the truth?" "I think the admission would be humiliating enough for them to realize I'm not lying," Sebastian retorted. "All another issue for another day," Constance replied with a dismissive wave of her hand as she finished eating. She then stood up and went to the living room, leaving Sebastian to clean the table. Sebastian cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen before he joined his wife in the living room. After watching the television for a few hours they turned in for the night. The next morning, Sebastian awoke and headed back to the office to spend his last day working for Antonia. He smiled as he greeted the girls dressed in a taupe colored, above the knee, pencil skirt, a colored, long sleeved, white poplin shirt with tonal floral embroidery, black, sheer pantyhose and black flats. After settling in at his desk, Sebastian noticed that the phones were ringing constantly. He started to pitch in for Stevie, Gerri and the receptionist as he directed the calls. He soon realized that the meeting scheduled for that morning was important. Sebastian handled the calls as best he could before he stood up and went into