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The Saleswoman Belladonna [Author's Note: Based on a cap by Commentator] The sound of a phone ringing turned Portia Dawn's head. She reached for the phone and picked it up as she saw her secretary's name appear on the caller identification panel. "Yes, Maria," Portia answered. The woman on the other end hesitated before she replied, "Jeff just stepped into his office." "Thank you, Maria," Portia replied while she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as she hung up the phone. Portia stared blankly at the top of her cluttered desk. She tried to think about how she would phrase the news she was going to break to Jeff. She was certain it would be the most unpleasant conversation she had to take part in since she was elevated to a management position. Portia leaned back in her chair while she pondered about how she would tell her top salesman that he was no longer going to fit into the company's plans. While she had terminated people before, that was job related performance. There was nothing about Jeff's performance, however, that indicated that he should be reassigned or fired. The exemplary performance of her underling made the coming conversation seem especially cruel to her. If all of the company's salespeople across the world had been as successful as Jeff, the conversation would not even be necessary. She lifted her head up and sighed as she picked up the phone and dialed Jeff's extension. Jeff picked up his line and answered, "What's going on, Portia?" "Can you come into my office for a moment?" Portia replied. "Sure," Jeff responded before he hung up. Portia hung up her phone and tapped her fingertips against her desktop while she waited for Jeff to enter her office. As Jeff emerged through her doorway, Portia looked up at Jeff. She flashed him a faint smile as she said, "Can you please close the door?" Jeff found the request strange. He felt nervous while he closed the door behind him and turned towards Portia. Portia told him to take a seat. Jeff's heart started to race as he wondered if he was being terminated. While he knew he was the top performer in the office, he was also aware that the company's international corporate parent's operating account was running in the red. Portia took a deep breath before she said, "Jeff, as you know, there's been some financial difficulties with the company, none that are your fault. If we only had a few dozen clones of you selling our clothes around the world, we'd be set." Portia's resigned tone and nervous laugh was almost as unsettling as her words to Jeff. After a pause, Jeff steeled himself and asked, "Are you letting me go?" Portia's eyes widened while she shook her head and said, "No. It's nothing like that. It's just that there are going to be some changes made." "Like what?" "We're discontinuing our clothing lines directed at men. They're just not selling." 'Maybe if you designed clothes that men actually want to wear and not what their wives want them to wear,' Jeff thought as he nodded and looked down at the clothing from the line that he was wearing. Jeff had taken grief for it from friends who had seen him in the form fitting clothing that he was marketing. Portia paused before she continued, "As you know, all of our salespeople are required to wear the company's line when they're selling it. We want to put it right out there in the open, you know." "Oh, I know," Jeff replied as he touched his too tight fitting slacks that compressed his manhood. "I guess our company is just too affiliated with women to the public to really sell guy's stuff." 'Yes, that's it,' Jeff thought before wondering if Portia could read his sarcastic thoughts based on the expression on his face that her words had wrought. Portia then continued, "So, given all this, we've decided to offer you another position in the company. It doesn't pay as well because you won't be making commission, but..." "Why can't I stay a salesman? I'm the best one you've got!" Jeff forcefully interjected. "That's totally true, but we're just selling women's wear." "So what? I've been selling it for ten years, and I sold more of it this year than anybody in the American division." "Yes, but we're only selling WOMEN's wear, now," Portia replied, emphasizing the gender the company's clothing was geared towards. "You think I can't sell it? That's so sexist! It's the majority of my sales." "All true, but you don't have the clothes to model our line," Portia replied, hoping that Jeff would finally take her hints. Jeff dismissed her claim noting, "That policy has to go. I'm not the only salesman you got." "We're letting go of some of them." "That's totally sexist. It's discriminatory." "It's not discriminatory. You can't model the line." "The hell I can't," Jeff retorted as he began to stroke his mustache. Portia's eyes widened before she grinned and said, "You think you could pull off one of our dresses?" "I can pull it off. That's my sales shtick, right there! If a man can look this good in it, what about you? You know, the whole Namath in pantyhose hook." "I'm sorry. We just can't do it," Portia replied before Jeff got to his feet and said, "I'm not going to let you guys get away with this." Portia gave Jeff a nervous look before he exited the room. As Jeff stepped out of her office, Portia picked up the phone and called the company's human resources director to advise him about what had transpired. The human resources director explained that Jeff could sue the company for gender discrimination. Portia nodded as the man explained that they could not bar Jeff from being a salesman for the company due to his gender. "But what about the policy?" "That's not a problem," the director replied. "How can that be?" "It's a gender neutral policy. It doesn't say that only women can wear the women's line. He's just chosen to wear the men's line so far. Now, that it's being discontinued, he can choose to wear whatever he wants from the women's line or take another position," the director explained. "You think that would hold up in court?" "Based on precedent, it's, at least, got a shot." Portia nodded before she thanked the man and hung up her phone. She called over to Jeff's office and asked if he could return to her office. Portia could sense that Jeff was angry as he answered, but he agreed to see her in her office. Portia had Jeff close the door again before she said, "Good news! I just cleared it with HR, and they agreed that you have every right to continue working here as a salesman." "Thank you," Jeff replied as he threw up his hands before he smiled. "Just as long as you keep wearing one of our active lines," Portia added with a sheepish look. Jeff gave Portia a blank look, almost in disbelief that she was trying to hold him to his earlier bluster. Portia smiled while she added, "We need to really make you over though so that you don't look like a total fool in our clothes though." Jeff shook his head before he replied, "That can't work. I'm always going to look like a guy. There's just no way around that. They didn't put Namath in makeup. Nobody would have bought it. Just pantyhose. Just pantyhose!" "Yes, but he was famous. We're talking about you going to meet with people who don't know you." "But I have an established network of merchants. They know me!" "They might not recognize you from a distance, but when they see how good you look in one of our skirts, they're going to be blown away. We could pull your hair out of that ponytail and let it rest on one our blouses and let them imagine how good they'll look." Jeff could not tell if Portia was being serious or not. He shook his head again as he said, "If I try to fool these people, they're going to be pissed. It's going to turn them off on me." "Some, maybe, but others will love it." "I know that some are going to hate it. That's why, the more I think about it, the policy should just be changed. Whom are you really excepting from it? There's only two other salesmen in this department, the rest are girls." "But if we make exceptions for the men, then we're discriminating against the girls and the whole policy has to go. We'd lose a big part of our marketing if the girls weren't dressed in the line. You have to understand our position." "It's just crazy!" "No. It's a great strategy. If you look believable before making the reveal or, if you know them, coming up close to let them check out this transformation, it'll be amazing. It'll be a real showing of how the clothes make the man. Think about it. The metamorphosis of plain old Jeff into this smartly dressed lady. It'll really make them think." Portia's words seemed absurd to Jeff, but he figured that he had to either accept the terms and preserve a potential lawsuit or take a lower paying position in the company. Never being one to shy away from a challenge, Jeff decided to put Portia on the defensive. Jeff put his hands on his hips and said, "You got yourself a deal." Portia's leaned back in her chair, surprised that Jeff was actually willing to go through with what he had seemed to propose out of anger. Portia tapped on her chin while she looked him over and wondered about how to make Jeff show her he was serious. A smile came to Portia's face before she said, "Okay. Are you going to handle your beautification process or do you want some help?" Jeff gave Portia a confused look before Portia added, "In another words, do you want some help making you over?" Jeff squirmed for a moment before he nodded his head, sure that making the company assist in his feminization would help him in the long haul, one way or another. Portia nodded in response before she picked up the phone and called a saleswoman into her office. Jeff gave Portia an inquisitive look as she hung up the phone. "Ariana used to be a stylist," Portia responded to Jeff's expression. Jeff's stomach sank as he realized how serious the situation was quickly turning. He knew that he had to back out or Portia was going to make him live up to his words. Jeff shook his head before he said, "Do we really have to let her know about this?" "Did you think she wouldn't figure it out when you show up here in a blouse and thigh highs?" Portia asked with raised eyebrows. Jeff shook his head, realizing that any attempts to hide his future cross-dressing were absurd, since it would be impossible to hide in short order. Seconds later, Ariana entered the room. She greeted Jeff warmly before she asked Portia what was need from her. Portia responded by advising her as to what had transpired with Jeff given the company's decision to discontinue its male clothing line. Ariana struggled not to laugh before she looked at Jeff's blushing face and blurted, "You're serious about this?" Jeff nodded. Ariana gave him a disbelieving look before she said, "Wow." "What would you do?" Jeff countered. "If I was you, I'd take the lower paying job." "I deserve to keep the job I have!" "I didn't say you didn't, but you're getting to get killed over this." 'All part of a lawsuit,' Jeff thought before he shook his head and said, "I'm sure the company would not allow a hostile work environment given that it's the company's stupid policies that have put me in this position." "Yes, but soon it's only going to be gay men wanting to put you in any sort of position, and it'll probably be at the bottom of the missionary position," Ariana joked. "Ariana!" Portia shrieked while Jeff blushed. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself." Jeff rolled his eyes before Ariana said, "I would be happy to help." Portia nodded before she told Ariana and Jeff to come to her house on Saturday for his makeover. Ariana smiled as she exited Portia's office, leaving Portia to take Jeff to get measured for his new wardrobe. Jeff felt foolish while he followed Portia to see the company's in house seamstress who worked in the building's ground floor boutique. The seamstress smiled as she listened to Jeff's predicament before she told Jeff to untuck his shirt. Jeff followed her direction and lifted his shirt so that the woman could measure his waist at its narrowest point. She wrote down the measurement before she told Jeff to remove the shirt. Jeff unbuttoned the shirt and placed it on the chair before he removed his undershirt. She went to measure his chest and turned towards Portia and said, "How am I going to do this?" "What cup size do you think Jeff would have on that build?" "It's a pretty thick build. It'd say a C-cup, minimum." "Just add that to the measurement," Portia replied with a smile. The woman nodded as she took and adjusted Jeff's chest measurement before she measured the distance between his neck and his waist down his spine. The seamstress wrote down Jeff's measurements before she said, "Jeff, I need you to take off your pants." Jeff hesitated as he glanced over at Portia. Taking the hint, Portia promptly excused herself from the room in response. As she stepped out of the room, Jeff lowered his pants before he stepped onto a pedestal for the woman, dressed only in his briefs. The seamstress proceeded to take Jeff's hip measurements before measuring the length from his waist to the floor. "Only two more measurements left," the seamstress said to Jeff's relief. Jeff watched as the woman moved towards him and said, "I'm going to take your inseam now." Jeff nodded as the woman bent down at her knees and measured from his crotch to the floor. She smiled at Jeff as she said, "You've got long legs for a girl." "Typically happens when you're a boy," Jeff countered. "Not in all cases," she replied. Jeff wondered how she knew that before she told Jeff to take a seat. "What for?" Jeff answered. "I need to measure your crotch depth." "Crotch depth?" "Yes, you sit down and I measure you from the seat to your waist." Jeff nodded, feeling strange to have such a measurement taken on his side. As the seamstress finished, she said, "There we are. All done. Was that so hard?" "No. I don't think this is the hard part though," Jeff replied with his nervousness making itself known in his tone. As Jeff redressed, Portia was called back into the room by the seamstress. Portia smiled as she asked the woman, "So, what do we have in his size?" "We've got plenty to choose from," the seamstress replied, while Jeff began to worry about what she was going to pick out for him. The smile stayed on Portia's face as she nodded and turned towards Jeff and said, "You don't have to wait around with us girls. I'll bring your new work clothes over to my home for you to pickup on Saturday." Jeff gave her a nervous nod before he exited the room, feeling as if his stomach was tied up in knots. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As Jeff left his home on Saturday morning, he looked around his neighborhood and wondered if he could ever show his face among his neighbors again if they ever caught wind of what he was going to be doing at work. The thought of others, who did not understand the basis for his decision, seeing his feminized state filled Jeff with fear about their potential reactions. Those fears stayed with Jeff while he made his way towards Portia's home. He wondered if he should just accept her alternative offer of a new position. He knew that it would be the easier way, but it would not satisfy his competitive urges that were only stoked further by his unrivaled success at his job. Shortly after Jeff parked his car in front of Portia's home, he took a few deep breaths and walked up to her door and rang her doorbell. Jeff stood in silence, waiting to greet his boss while he sucked in his lips. Portia drew the door open and greeted Jeff dressed in a two-toned white and black dress with a flared out, above the knee, pleated skirt and a plunging v-neckline. Jeff's eyes were instantly drawn to her ample cleavage that was framed by the neckline before he realized how inappropriate his leering was. 'Is she setting me up?' Jeff wondered as he thought that Portia might be trying to find a pretext reason to fire him. Portia stared at Jeff for a second before she shook her head and said, "You didn't shave." "Was I supposed to?" "Did you really think the mustache would work?" Portia asked as she raised her arched eyebrows. "It's my calling card," Jeff retorted. "Well, it'll make you look silly in a dress. You can't go with the Freddie Mercury look in garters, Jeff." "God knows, Freddie did it." "If Freddie Mercury had an orgy with 80 men, would you..." "Okay, I get the picture. I'll shave. I'll shave," Jeff replied with haste, uncomfortable with where their conversation was heading. Portia grinned before she led him into her home. Jeff looked around her house as he entered it. He had been there only twice before for two parties Portia had thrown since joining the company. Jeff's eyes followed Portia's long legs as she strolled in front of him with a wiggle in her walk as her 4-inch heels clicked on the floor. Portia came to a stop in her kitchen before Jeff caught sight of Ariana. Ariana did a double take as she saw the hair on Jeff's lip before she said, "You're still rocking the porn star look?" "If he wants to still look like a porn star, I think I should have gotten him bigger breasts," Portia added as she pivoted towards Jeff. Jeff rolled his eyes at her before he said, "So, what's the game plan, girls?" "Game plan? Why that's a masculine term if I ever heard one for what we're about to do," Portia replied with a laugh. "What would you call it?" Jeff asked. "An itinerary." "An itinerary for what?" Jeff countered. "For your journey to feminization and self realization," Ariana added with mock seriousness. "So, is this a self help seminar?" Jeff inquired with a nervous smile. "Well, you do seem to think your helping yourself by going through with this instead of taking my offer, which, by the way, still stands." Jeff stared at Portia, wondering if he should back out while he still had time. His competitive urges told him, however, that he would be miserable if he took the incentive out of his work life. "No. I come to play," Jeff returned. "Again, with the sports metaphors," Portia replied, shaking her head. "He should get them all out because pretty soon no one's going to take his comments regarding sports seriously," Ariana said with a grin while she moved towards him, carrying the chair she had been sitting on. "Take a seat," Portia said to Jeff while Ariana put the chair down. Jeff hesitated for a second before he sat down. Once he sat, Ariana began to run her fingers through his hair. "You've got thick hair," Ariana said. "So I've been told." "It's great. I don't think you'll ever go bald with hair this thick." "I've been told that too." "So, what are we doing with it?" Ariana inquired. "Surprise me," Portia answered for Jeff. "Surprise you?" Jeff replied. "Well, it'll be a surprise for you too." "Wait a second," Jeff retorted. "What?" Ariana interjected. "Do I get a say in this?" "Somewhat," Portia answered before explaining, "You do have to give off a professional female appearance when you're wearing our line." "Can't it be something on the androgynous side?" "Androgynous, I think I can come up with something that could work so that you can play both sides of the fence," Ariana replied. Jeff felt relieved by her statement before Ariana added, "But these colors will just have to go." "What?" "Girls don't keep their hair all one color anymore. You need some highlights. Nothing crazy, just enough to make your look pop." "Pop?" "Yes, give it that wow factor when you saunter into a room in a dress and all the boys turn to check you out," Ariana said with a giggle. Jeff cringed at the thought, prompting Portia to remind him, "You can still back out. No one will think you're any less of a man for not getting a makeover." Jeff shook his head, figuring that he could persevere through it and either succeed under the terms of his employment or make significant money from a lawsuit for gender discrimination. Portia gave him an incredulous look before she said, "I guess we should get started then." Ariana nodded before Jeff inquired, "Are highlights really necessary?" "Well, all girls have them, these days, unless they're bleached blonde. Would you prefer that?" Jeff shook his head rapidly from side to side, thinking about how bimbo like girls with that hair color struck him. Ariana smiled as she replied, "I didn't think so." Portia and Jeff watched as Ariana walked away from him and put on gloves. As she began to prepare the mixture she was going to use to highlight his hair, Jeff gave her a curious look and inquired, "Aren't you going to wash my hair first?" "Oh, no. That's an amateur mistake," Ariana retorted, before adding, "Washing gets rid of the natural oil in your hair that protects it from the damaging effects of the dye." After she finished mixing the dye, Ariana walked over to Jeff with a clear cap in her hands that Jeff thought looked like a shower cap. "What's that for?" Jeff inquired. "It's to help control where the dye goes," Ariana replied as she put it over Jeff's head. Portia struggled not to laugh as she saw her male employee having strands of his shoulder length hair pulled through the holes of the cap with a hook. 'I can't believe he's doing this,' Portia thought, shaking her head. The bemused look on Portia's face made Jeff blush as he realized how foolish he must have looked given how stupid he felt. As Ariana approached him carrying the solution and the applicator brush, she said, "One last chance to back out." Portia crossed her arms and gave him an inquiring look as she bent to make her long, slender legs look longer, hoping that his masculine urges would make him reject his impeding feminization. Jeff shook his head and said, "Let's do this." Ariana shrugged as she said, "Never thought I'd be doing this to a boy." Jeff blushed at her comment as Ariana began to work from the front to the back of his head, carefully giving each strand of hair an even coating of the highlighter agent. As Ariana worked in silence, Jeff inquired, "Is there any method to this madness?" "Yup." "Can you elaborate?" Jeff retorted with a slight smile. "I'm working from front to back so that your front hairs will have more time to lighten. You may not notice it, but your hair is naturally lighter in the front than in the back, to one degree or another." "Oh," Jeff replied as the strong scent of the dye lingered in his nose. Once Ariana finished applying the highlights, she took hold of another item that struck Jeff as looking like a shower cap. Ariana put it on over his head and said, "We're just going to let that sit for twenty minutes and then we'll wash it out and move onto the next thing." Jeff nodded before he began to make small talk with Ariana and Portia about potential leads at work and the corporate restructuring of the company's parent corporation. Jeff could tell that Portia had slight fear that she was going to lose her job due to the falling sales worldwide. Ariana too was nervous. 'Maybe I should have gotten out when I could?' Jeff thought while he felt the cap still pressing into his head. After twenty minutes, had passed, Ariana told Jeff to follow her to the sink. She removed the shower cap and washed out Jeff's hair that was coming through the second cap as he bent over the kitchen sink. The feeling of her hands running through the strands of his long hair and massaging the solution to remove the dye felt strange to Jeff. Satisfied that the dye was washed out, Ariana removed the second cap and pushed his head back under the water. The sensations from her massaging his scalp and washing his hair with a shampoo and conditioner for color treated hair made Jeff feel good before she turned off the water. Once she finished patting his hair with the towel, Ariana sat him back down on the chair and placed an apron around him. Portia shook her head as she saw the highlights on her male employee's head. She knew that he was going through with it at that point and thought, 'Well, he's in for a penny, he's in for a pound,' before she said, "Girls, I'm going to get Jeff's new clothes." "Okay," Ariana said as she began to examine his hair again. "Girls?" Jeff said to Ariana. "Yes, you're one of us, now. Welcome to the sisterhood, Jeffwina," Ariana said with a laugh before she lightly patted his shoulder. Ariana then began to brush out and clip Jeff's hair to section it off before she began to make the first cuts. Jeff felt somewhat defeated as he watched the first strands of his highlighted hair falling onto the apron he was wearing. The sight of the coloring of the highlights alarmed him as he wondered what he had to look like. After the first few cuts, Jeff asked, "Can I see a mirror?" "Not until I'm done," Ariana replied before Portia walked into the room carrying several shopping bags filled with the company's ladies' wear line. The sight of Jeff with purple hair clips in his highlighted hair made Portia want to laugh, but she restrained herself, knowing that it would do her no favors if Jeff decided to publicize what he was going through at anytime. As Portia stifled herself, Ariana continued to work on Jeff's hair as if she was cutting any other woman's hair she had worked on over the years before she started to work at the company. She moved around Jeff to view him from different angles while she layered his thick hair before she asked Portia, "Do you think we should give him a permanent wave." "I don't like the sound of that," Jeff retorted. "It's not really permanent," Ariana countered. "Still don't like it," Jeff replied. "Well, I think it would help soften your look. The cut is doing that for you too." "How?" Jeff inquired, worried about the implications of what she was suggesting. "They're softening your facial angles and really framing your face better." "You do have a pretty face," Portia added with a grin. "I'm so sure," Jeff replied. "Well, not drop dead gorgeous, but okay," Portia replied. "I doubt I'm even that good." "I think you might be a solid 5 when all is said and done," Ariana responded with a straight face. "You're too kind," Jeff replied, emotionless as Portia started to laugh. Ariana continued to work on his hair before she took out a blow dryer and plugged it in. Jeff sat still while Ariana moved around his body, blow-drying his hair while simultaneously brushing it out as she gave him tips while she did so. Portia's eyes widened as she watched the look of the hairstyle taking shape around Jeff's face. 'This might actually work,' Portia found herself thinking in almost disbelief. Ariana nodded as she put down the blow dryer and asked Portia, "What do you think?" "I think you're a miracle worker." "I do what I can." "Yes, you'll be doing my hair from now on," Portia said. "Is that an order?" Ariana asked with a laugh. "Sure is," Portia replied with a grin. "Can I see it now?" Jeff interjected, growing anxious. "Not yet," Portia said. "When?" "When I think you're good and ready," Portia answered. Jeff pouted for a second before Ariana removed her tweezers. Jeff gave them a nervous look before Ariana said, "Relax. I'm just going to clean up your eyebrows, not turn them into two dainty, little arches." Ariana's words relieved Jeff's worst worries. While he knew that his hair was an easy enough fix by simply shaving it off or cutting it down and dying it one color, he knew that he would have to wait for his eyebrows to grow back in. Jeff thought it would hurt more when Ariana began to pluck his eyebrows, but it never made him wince as she removed various hairs to thin and shape his eyebrows. Once she finished, Ariana turned to Portia and said, "Should we let Jeff see it now?" "Sans makeup?" Portia inquired. "Well, we have to teach him how to apply it." "Very well," Portia replied. Ariana nodded before she took hold of a hand mirror from her bag and brought it over to Jeff. Jeff took it with a sense of trepidation and turned it towards his face. Jeff cringed at the unmistakable girlish look of his hair. While his eyebrows were passable for a guy's, his hairstyle would never be confused with anything masculine. "You said you'd make me look androgynous," Jeff said with a whiny, stutter. "You still can." "How?" "Just pull your hair back and tie it up in a low ponytail." "With these highlights?" "You're making too much of it." "No, I'm not." "There's no point whining over it. It needed to be done," Portia chimed in. Jeff felt dejected as he realized her point. He put his head down for a second before he handed the mirror back to Ariana. Once Ariana put it away, Portia told Jeff to come into the bathroom with her. The request sounded odd, but Jeff followed her in as Ariana followed behind them. Portia took out a bag of makeup and said, "This is yours now." "It's just what I always wanted," Jeff said with mock sincerity that was grating to Portia. "Look we didn't have to help you transition," Portia replied. "I'm not transitioning," Jeff retorted. "Call it what you will, but, soon, everyone's going to think of you as not really a man," Ariana replied. Ariana's words stung Jeff. He wondered again what he was thinking by pursuing the course he had chosen. Still, rather than backing out, Jeff let Ariana apply makeup to his face. He talked with her as she gave him various instructions about how to apply each cosmetic to his face while she did so. Jeff tried to take mental notes while Portia watched them intently, almost in shock of how feminine Jeff's face looked when the makeup was added to it. "I can barely recognize you," Ariana said with a laugh while Jeff thought the same thing as he looked in the mirror. "There's just one more thing," Portia said. "What?" "Jeff, take out your contacts." "I kind of need them to see," Jeff retorted. "I've got glasses for you." "How do you know my prescription?" "It's in your medical records." "Isn't that sort of thing supposed to be personal and confidential," Jeff replied, feeling violated. "A lot of things aren't the way they're supposed to be these days," Ariana replied while she ran her fingers through his highlighted and layered hair. Jeff nodded as Portia handed him the brown colored, rectangular framed glasses. Jeff removed his disposable contacts before he put them on and almost did a double take as he looked at his reflection. "It's amazing how different you look with glasses, isn't it," Portia said. Jeff nodded, surprised by the difference the glasses made in conjunction with the makeup and his hair. While Jeff had no attraction to the girl in the mirror before, Jeff felt slightly alarmed that he would likely have made a move on the girl staring back at him given his undiscerning taste in women. "Are you ready for the next step?" Portia asked before Jeff turned his head to face her. "At this point, what choice do I have?" Jeff inquired. "You can still back out," Portia replied. "No. I'm in too deep," Jeff responded. "My sentiments exactly," Ariana interjected. Portia nodded her head at the two of them before she went and retrieved a bag full of clothing and gave it to Jeff. Jeff sorted through the garments and asked, "What should I wear?" "You can surprise me with that one." "I'm not sure about this." "Well, if you want out, you...." "No. I'm just not sure what works with what." "Give it the old college try, dear," Ariana replied for Portia. Jeff nodded before the girls left him alone in the bathroom. Jeff closed the door behind them and stared at his feminized reflection in the mirror for a second. "My God, I'd do me," Jeff muttered before a sense of shame came over him as he mumbled, "What am I, Buffalo Bill?" Jeff reached into the bag and saw a black, gel padded bra. After taking off his shirt, Jeff put his arms through it before he hooked the front enclosures. Jeff then looked into the bag and took hold of a skirt. Jeff thought for a second about his hairy legs and opened the door. He poked his head out and said, "Girls, how can I wear a skirt?" "By putting it on two legs at a time," Portia rejoined. "No. I'm talking about with my legs." "Shave them," Ariana answered. "Shave them?" "Yes. Is that a difficult concept to grasp?" Jeff shook his head before he closed the door behind him. He looked into the bag and saw a pair of beige pants and breathed a sigh of relief. Jeff put the skirt away and took hold of the pants and a pair of panties. After removing his pants, Jeff pulled the panties up against his body. The unsightly bulge in the black satin panties seemed to be out of place to Jeff, but he enjoyed the sensations that accompanied the undergarment. Jeff then brought the wide leg, linen pants up over his hairy legs. As Jeff pulled up the zipper, he gave his bulge a worried look. 'That just looks so wrong,' Jeff thought while he looked at how his crotch appeared in his pants before he removed a long sleeved, white sweater top from the bag. Jeff pulled the top over his head and straightened it out over his waist before he looked at how the small bumps on his chest from the bra pushed the top away from his body. His eyes drifted to its cowl neckline before examining how girlish he looked in the figure-hugging top. As Jeff moved around the bathroom while he reached for the doorknob, he realized that he was stepping on the bottom of his pants legs and muttered, "Why are these long?" Upon Jeff's emergence from the bathroom, the girls began to laugh. Jeff blushed before Portia said, "Don't you see anything wrong with that look?" "I see a lot of things wrong with it," Jeff retorted as his eyes focused on a crack in Portia's ceiling. "No. I mean is there anything not so lady like about it?" Portia inquired. "Uh...everything about me," Jeff answered, feeling as though that answer was self-evident. "How about specifically between your legs," Ariana asked. "Yes, but what am I going to do about that?" "You've got to do something," Ariana retorted. "Why?" "What are people going to think if you walk into a room with a boner in girls' pants," Ariana replied with a laugh. "I don't have a boner," Jeff retorted with a snarl. "Calm down," Portia said, sure that Jeff assumed that Ariana thought that his flaccid package was as big as it could get. "I am calm," Jeff countered before rocking forward and pulling up the legs of his pants. "Oh, you noticed that," Portia said. "What?" "The length issue." "Yah, what's with that?" "You need to wear heels with those pants." "Heels?" "Yes." "As in high heels?" Jeff inquired with a worried look. "Or mid heels," Portia countered as she removed a pair of white pumps from a bag. "You can't be serious." "You're the one who wanted to be a saleswoman," Portia countered. "I didn't want that!" "Then take the other job," Portia said, hoping that Jeff would finally see the folly of his decision. Jeff decided that he would not give in and surrender a position that he had established himself as the premier performer at in the company. Jeff took the heels from her and stepped into the pointy toed, patent leather shoes. Jeff felt oddly off balance as he stood in the two and a half inch heeled shoes. He gave Portia a nervous look before he asked, "Do we sell any flats?" Portia nodded with a grin before she added, "And wedges." "Is that an improvement?" Jeff said before he looked down at his feet. "Oh, honey, you have so much to learn," Ariana countered before she got up and said, "Do you know how to walk?" "Put one foot in front of the other." "That's a start, but you should keep your feet as straight as possible in heels." "You don't want to turn your ankle," Portia added. Jeff nodded before he followed Ariana's lead and walked like her. As he finished taking his lesson from her, Jeff looked over the bags of clothing Portia had for him and said, "Is that all my choices." "All your choices that could work for you." "What does that mean?" "You don't have the arms to go sleeveless." "What?" "Your upper arms are too big for a sleeveless dress or top. You have to have sleeves to cover up those man arms. It's a dead give away." "But it's what I am." "But not what you're trying to project," Portia countered before she added with a grin, "Other than that, though, you've got everything." "Isn't there anything a little more manly?" "Jeff, you've got several lovely options," Ariana said while she started pulling out tops before she stopped to hold one up to Jeff. She grinned at the ivory colored shirt decorated with tiered, asymmetrical ruffles and said, "Oh, I think this is kind of manly. It's very piratey. Arr, my little buccaneer." Knowing where she was going, Jeff replied, "But I don't want to be a pirate". Ariana and Portia laughed before Ariana said, "I think you steer clear of this one. Jeff nodded before Portia added, "And there's one more thing, you're going to need if you're going to wear pants." "What?" Jeff inquired. "This doesn't come from our line because it's an umm...specialty item," Portia said as she took hold of a garment that struck Jeff as a mutilated pair of panties. Jeff took hold of the padded item and gave Portia a strange look before she said, "It's a padded pair of panties." "Say that five times fast," Jeff replied. "They'll help you out." "How so?" "By making your hips and butt stick out more," Ariana replied. "How will that help with this?" Jeff inquired as he pointed to his front. "They're extra snug," Portia answered. "What does that mean?" "You can tuck yourself away in them." "Tuck?" "Did you ever see Silence of the Lambs?" Portia inquired. Jeff nodded before she said, "Don't you remember when the killer was dancing in front of the mirror?" "I've tried to block that from my memory like that Harvey Keitel scene from Bad Lieutenant, but yes." "Do just that, but you let the panties hold it between your legs instead of your thighs." 'Dear, God,' Jeff thought as he remembered what Buffalo Bill did in the movie. "Do you need help?" Ariana asked, observing his stupor. "No," hastily replied before he moved back into the bathroom before Portia said "And just one more thing." "What?" "Take these," Portia said as she removed two C-cup breast forms from a bag. "Okay," Jeff replied without emotion before he carried them into the bathroom, trying to hide his utter embarrassment from the girls. Jeff dropped the pants to the floor along with his panties before he pulled the padded panties up his legs. They felt far less comfortable than the satin panties by his feet, but as Jeff tucked himself away, he realized that they were far better at creating a feminine illusion for him. Jeff then stepped back into the pants and brought them up to his waist and fastened the zipper once again. After giving his smooth front a nod, Jeff lifted up his top. He stuffed the padded cups of the bra with the breast forms before stepped back out of the bathroom. Portia and Ariana gave Jeff approving nods before Portia said, "If I didn't know better, I would have thought you were born a girl with that figure." Portia's words were not comforting to Jeff, who felt even more disturbed at the prospect of passing himself off as a woman than being seen as a cross-dresser. 'If I can pass myself off as a woman, what kind of man does that make me?' Jeff wondered. Portia broke the silence in the room by offering to make them lunch. Jeff and Ariana agreed and helped Portia prepare the meal before they sat down together at Portia's kitchen table and ate. Once they finished, Portia and Ariana took turns giving Jeff advice as to how to conduct himself as a woman. Jeff took mental notes about how to sit and walk and practiced his motions with the girls, trying to ensure that when he had to venture out as a woman, he would not give himself away. While Jeff continued to practice moving about like a woman, Ariana agreed to come to his home the next day to help him further. As the evening hours came, Portia sent Jeff and Ariana on their way home. Jeff was not given the option of changing and did not put up much of a fight before he found himself carrying out his bags of clothing to the car with Ariana and Portia. Jeff put the bags in the trunk and said goodbye to the girls before he drove home. Jeff sunk low in his seat as he drove down his block, hoping not to be recognized before he pulled into his driveway and opened his garage door. Jeff quickly closed it behind his car before he exited the vehicle. Jeff brought the bags into his home and put away the contents in his guest room before he changed into his male clothing and made dinner. Once he finished with dinner, Jeff took a long shower, hoping to cleanse himself of every hint of his feminine makeover. After drying off, Jeff stared into the mirror and saw the makeup traces still on his face. He sighed before he remembered that Portia had noted that she had given him makeup remover. Jeff exited the bathroom and took hold of his purse and removed his makeup bag. Jeff then took to applying the makeup remover. Once Jeff finished, despite the lack of makeup and mustache, Jeff thought that his reflection still looked feminine from the neck up due to his hair and eyebrows. 'What did I get myself into?' Jeff wondered before he took hold of a razor. He stared at his mustache and said, "Sorry old friend." Jeff took to shaving it and stared at the smooth skin left behind with each stroke of the razor. He shook his head and thought, "Mom, would love this," as he late mother's admonishment over her hatred of his mustache entered his mind as he removed all traces of it. Once he finished, Jeff turned in for the night. After breakfast the next morning, Ariana came over to Jeff's home. Jeff let her in and they made small talk as she helped him through a dry run of putting on makeup and styling his hair before he sorted through the clothing the company sold. Jeff then dressed in what he felt was the least revealing dress he had been given. He pulled the long sleeve, pleated, knee length dress over his head. After pulling up the back zipper, he fastened the attached belt at his waist and made sure that his keyhole neckline showed nothing he did not want it to show. Satisfied with his appearance in it, he put on a pair of camel colored, patent leather wedges before he came out to greet Ariana en femme. Ariana grinned at Jeff and complimented his rounded toe shoes before she added with a wink, "I have a pair just like them." "I bet you do," Jeff replied, giving his company issued four-inch high wedges a nervous glance. "But they look better when you shave your legs," Ariana added to admonish him. "I'm not there yet." "At least you got rid of the mustache." "Don't remind me." Ariana nodded her head with a smile before she began to put Jeff through his paces through a crash course in femininity. Jeff struggled to keep straight each recommendation regarding how to sit, walk, talk, gesture and stand. "Who knew so much went into being a woman," Jeff remarked. "Every woman," Ariana retorted before flashing him a grin and continuing to give him tips on how to conduct himself as a woman. When Ariana went to leave, she turned to Jeff and said, "Are you sure you know how to do your makeup?" "I got it, and, besides, I'm not going to need to wear it tomorrow anyway. I'm not leaving the office." Ariana nodded her head as a smile came to her face. She walked out the front door and started to laugh a little as she thought, 'He thinks he can pass himself off as normal guy. Good luck with that, honey.' ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Jeff walked towards his office, trying to project confidence as he entered dressed in products from the company's line. He had taken great care to sort through the various garments that Portia had delivered him to piece together the most masculine outfit he could for his first day at work sporting the company's women's line. Jeff saw a man giving him a derisive look as Jeff made his way to the door. Jeff heard the man mutter something, certain that he heard the word, "Fairy." Jeff blushed as he put his head down, wondering if the abuse he was going to take was worth it. Jeff moved quickly towards his office's door, hearing his black leather moccasins slap against the stone hallway floors beneath them. While Jeff had never even thought to wear moccasins when he dressed in men's clothing, he knew that they were easily the most androgynous shoes in the company's female collection when he put them on that morning. The eyes of the receptionist stared at Jeff as he made his way through the door. Her eyes examined the absence of curves on his chest since Jeff felt that the blue button up blouse appeared masculine enough to wear without the padded bra. "Hi, Jeff," the girl said, struggling not to laugh. "Hi," Jeff replied, blushing, which made the girl giggle while she took a look at the black straight-leg pants he was wearing before he quickly moved past her. She turned and saw the outline of his white briefs under the pants and had to put her hands over her mouth to keep from laughing to loudly. Jeff turned back and looked at her and shook his head thinking, 'Some people have no sense of professionalism.' As Jeff made his way through the office he saw more eyes turn towards him. He could see them snickering but decided not to pay them any attention. 'You're going need tough skin to get through this,' Jeff reminded himself as he struggled to maintain an emotionless expression on his face. Jeff entered his office and began to make calls and manage his clients as he normally did. Since they were unable to see him, none of his clients noticed anything different about Jeff while he did his work from the safety of his office. As the mid morning rolled on, Jeff called out to one of the secretary's for a cup of coffee. A young girl carried in a cup for him a few minutes later and said, "Here you go, Jeff?" "What's with the upward inflection on my name?" Jeff inquired to the nervous looking girl. "It's kind of hard to call you Jeff when you're dressed like that." "These clothes aren't all that girlish. They look normal on me," Jeff counted. 'No, they don't,' the girl thought before she answered with a smile, "Of course, Jeff." She exited the room, rolling her eyes at Jeff's delusions before he got back to work. Jeff continued to work until the early afternoon, when he stepped out of the office to speak to some of the other sales staff. As Jeff walked through the hallways, he could see his fellow employees were craning their necks to get a look at him from behind. 'Oh, just come up to me if you want to take a look you pansies,' Jeff thought while he entered the first saleswoman's office. The saleswoman struggled to keep a straight face as they discussed client accounts and sales before Jeff moved onto another saleswoman's office and had a similar conversation. Jeff heard snickers from the support staff as he moved on to Ariana's office shaking his head, sure that he was the butt of all their jokes. Ariana greeted Jeff warmly before she asked, "How are things going?" "They've been better," Jeff replied while he looked down at his outfit. "I give you credit for following through with it," Ariana responded. "Thanks." "So, how are your sales going?" "It's only one day, and so far there's no difference. That's the good part. Most of my sales are over the phone. I haven't met most of the people who buy from us, so this shouldn't be problem for most of my customers because they'll never know." "You're going to have to show yourself eventually," Ariana reminded Jeff, knowing that he met with some of his clients that were located in the region throughout the year. "I know. I know," Jeff replied. After discussing sales strategies for a few minutes, Jeff went to go back to his office. As Jeff walked away from Ariana, Ariana caught sight of his underwear lines and said, "Hold on a second, Jeff." "What?" "We need to talk." "Here?" "No. With Portia," Ariana replied as she moved past him. Jeff gave her a curious look but decided to follow behind her towards Portia's office. Ariana paused before the closed door and asked Portia's secretary if she was in the room with anyone. Jeff stared at the nameplate reading Portia M. Dawn while he listened to the secretary's response. Ariana then knocked on the door. Portia called out that Ariana could enter before Jeff followed in behind her. "What's going on?" Portia inquired while Ariana closed the door behind her. "Can't you see it?" Ariana asked. "What?" Portia asked as Jeff raised his eyebrows. "Jeff, spin around," Ariana said. Jeff looked at her in silence before Ariana said, "Don't look at me like I have three heads. Give me a spin." "Okay," Jeff replied slowly before he slowly rotated. As he did so, Portia caught sight of his briefs through his pants and laughed a little. "Why is everyone laughing at me?" Jeff inquired "I don't know how to tell you this, Jeff?" Ariana said. "What?" "I'd say you had visible panty lines, but I don't think those are panties..." "Maybe visible manty lines is better," Portia added. Jeff blushed as he reached down and felt his briefs through the soft fabric of his pants. "Not as concealing as what you're used to, are they?" Portia inquired with a grin. Jeff shook his head swiftly from side to side before Ariana said, "You have to be more careful when you're dressing like that." "I get it," Jeff replied. Portia nodded her head at Jeff before she gave him a sympathetic look. She got up and said, "Wait here for a moment." Jeff nodded before Ariana began to ask about how he was handling his work that morning. They discussed their various business dealings before Portia reentered her office after more than ten minutes had passed. "What is that?" Jeff asked while he glanced at the long, black garment in Portia's hands. "It's a tunic. You know what it is." "But why are you giving it to me?" "It'll give you a little more modesty." Jeff cringed at the suggestion, knowing that the tunic was unmistakably a woman's garment. He had dressed that morning, trying to look as masculine as possible in his woman's clothes. Jeff knew the tunic would destroy any pretense of his outfit being unisexual. Still, Jeff figured that it would not be worse than enduring the further snickers from the coworkers that were leering at the lines of his underwear when he walked by. Jeff took the tunic from Portia before he thanked her and exited her office. Ariana shook her head at Portia as Jeff left them alone. Portia rolled her eyes and said, "I gave him every opportunity to not do this." "I have no idea what he's thinking," Ariana replied. "He's not up to being a woman," Portia responded. "He's not even trying to be one. He just looks like a total sissy." "He might need an intervention," Portia replied, shaking her head before Ariana exited her office to get back to work. Jeff hurried back to his office and closed the door. He unbuttoned his blouse and neatly folded it before he placed the long sleeved, black tunic on. He was relieved that it covered his rear, despite knowing that it would make it abundantly clear to anyone who looked at him that he was cross-dressed. Jeff stepped back behind his desk and caught sight of his stress ball. Jeff clenched it in his hands and pressed into it several times as he took deep breaths trying to calm himself down. After a few minutes, Jeff picked up the phone and began to make some calls. As he worked, Jeff saw several of his coworkers snickering while he talked with his clients using his male tone while dressed in the tunic. He struggled to not pay any attention to them, but he often found himself grinding his teeth and muttering under his breath as he finished working that day. While the next day came and went like the first, as Jeff spent most of his time managing clients and taking orders over the phone, Jeff knew that he had to go out to meet a client on Wednesday. Jeff talked with Ariana the day before and asked her to come over that morning to give him a hand. Ariana agreed, but only after she told him that it would be the last time she would oversee his feminization. Jeff was worried about that, but he knew that he was in no position to complain. Ariana arrived at Jeff's house the next morning, earlier than he even typically liked to wakeup. Jeff was groggy while he opened the door and greeted her as she stood before him, impeccably dressed in the company's line without a single hair out of place. Shortly after she entered, Ariana inquired what Jeff was going to wear to his meeting. Jeff said, "I'll show you." Ariana nodded as she followed behind Jeff as they walked towards his bedroom. Jeff opened his closet doors and pulled out the outfit he was planning to sport that day. Ariana shook her head with a laugh and said, "That just doesn't work, Jeff." "Why not?" "The colors are all wrong." "They are." "These are things you have to learn if you're going to keep parading in skirts," Ariana chided. "Sorry," Jeff replied before adding, "I'm going to get better with practice." "Yes, practice makes perfect, but nobody's perfect." Jeff nodded before he asked, "Well, what would you go with?" "I'm wearing clothes from the same line as you Jeff, but, that aside, for your meeting, I would go with something a little conservative, since this is the first time you're meeting them as a woman. You don't want to wear anything loud that says I'm here, I'm queer, get used to it." "I'm not gay!" "I know you're not, but a lot of people think that trannies are all gay." "But I'm not." "Jeff, you have to manage expectations, including your own. People, whether you like it or not, are going to see you in a dress and say 'Gay.' Going forward, you're gay, regardless of the fact that you're straight, just like everyone in the office does. Can you deal with that? If not, you need to find another line of work." Jeff blushed at Ariana's stern words. He knew that she was right. He was determined to prove to himself that he could still be a top salesman despite it. Jeff nodded his head and said, "Okay. I can deal with it." Ariana gave him a silent glace that lasted for a few seconds as she thought, 'What is it going to take for you to put away your stupid male pride?' Ariana sighed before she said, "So, what are you going to go with?" Remembering Ariana's advice, Jeff reached into his closet and removed a black skirtsuit and a dark gray, caprice Jersey top. Ariana looked over the outfit and nodded before she said, "That'll work, but with that skirt, you're going to need some hosiery." "I was thinking about donning some pantyhose," Jeff admitted. Ariana smiled, still struck by the novelty of hearing a straight man say such a thing to her. She nodded before she asked, "Do you have the legs for that?" "I shaved them yesterday." 'This is almost too much,' Ariana thought before she said, "Go get dressed. I'll wait right here for you." Jeff nodded before he opened his dresser drawers and removed a bra, breast forms, his padded panties and a pair of black pantyhose. He carried them into his bathroom before he returned and collected the rest of his outfit. Jeff placed on his bra and panties first before stuffing the cups of his bra. Jeff then rolled down the pantyhose as he had been trained and brought them slowly up his legs, careful not to repeat his initial failures that resulted in several ruined pairs that were now being used to help even out his false breasts. After finishing pulling the control top of his pantyhose to his waist, Jeff took hold of his black skirtsuit. Jeff stepped into the black pencil skirt and brought it over his nylon-covered legs before he took hold of his top. He placed on the three-quarter sleeved top and adjusted the top's surplice neckline over his false bust. Once he finished adjusting his top, he put on the jacket of the suit, which was adorned with notched, inverted lapels before he opened the bathroom door to walk back out to see Ariana. "How do you let male pride lead you into a skirt," Ariana muttered as she looked Jeff over, still mildly surprised by how feminine he appeared as the hem of his skirt pulled against his smooth legs with each step. "What do you think?" Jeff asked as he nervously clasped his hands together. Ariana nodded as she said, "You look good from the neck down." "Well, that's why I need you." "I don't know why. I taught you everything you need to know." "I just want to make a good first impression when I'm reintroducing myself." "I get that," Ariana replied, still not getting why he simply would not take the job reassignment that had been offered to him. 'Why would you reassign your gender instead?' Ariana wondered. Ariana stood up and led him towards the bathroom before Jeff sat upon the toilet seat. Ariana took hold of Jeff's makeup bag and put her practiced skills to work as she applied layer after layer of cosmetic to his face, giving Jeff reminders on how to do it as she worked. Once she finished with his makeup, she began to brush out and style Jeff's hair. Ariana nodded as she finished and told Jeff to take a look. Jeff stood up and gazed at his reflection. As with the first time he saw himself en femme, Jeff could almost not believe that he was staring at himself. It was only his bone structure that made him reconcile his self-image with his reflection Ariana checked her watch as Jeff admired his reflection and said, "We've got to get rolling, girlfriend." Jeff shot Ariana a peeved look over the statement, prompting her to reply, "Hey, you dress like that, what do you expect people to call you?" Jeff nodded, begrudgingly acknowledging her point as he knew he would likely be called far worse by some others he encountered. Jeff then headed into his bedroom and grabbed a pair of black wedges to pair with his outfit before he took hold of his purse and led Ariana out of his home. While Ariana drove to the office that morning, Jeff veered off his normal path for a breakfast meeting with a long time client. Jeff was nervous as he pulled up in front of the diner where he was meeting the middle-aged woman. Jeff got out of the car and headed for the door. He walked in and was greeted politely by the hostess before he spotted his client already sitting at a table alone. Jeff stared at the woman for a few second before he found the courage to approach her. Jeff walked up to her and nearly walked past her before he said, "Hello, Dolly." Dolly gazed at Jeff for a second trying to figure out who he was before she recognized his face. Jeff began to squirm as Dolly started to laugh as she asked, "What's with the get up, Jeff?" "Get up?" Jeff replied, before trying to play it off as a joke by saying, "Oh, you mean the clothes." Dolly nodded with a grin. "They're from our new line. Don't you just love them? Imagine how a real girl would look in these." "I'd bet better," Dolly replied before asking again, "Really, what's with the outfit?" "We discontinued our male line." "I know that. It's still not an explanation." "As a sales...person, I have to model our current line," Jeff replied. "So, you have to be a saleswoman, now?" Dolly asked before she let out a laugh. "I'm not really a woman." "But you're not a girl either. I think Brittney Spears made a song about that circumstance. Any relation?" "I wish." "Careful, you'd probably have five kids by now at your age or no teeth, if you were." "A strong possibility." "Still, what's with the outfit?" Dolly persisted to inquire. "I told you, I'm modeling the line." "Okay," Dolly replied with a smile as Jeff sat down. A waitress quickly came over and took their orders before leaving them with their cups of coffee. Jeff steered the conversation to the company's new line. While Dolly was interested, invariably, the topic of conversation was turned by Dolly back towards Jeff's appearance. "So when did you come out?" "I'm not." "Well, you're certainly not in with that look." "I think this look is very much in," Jeff countered with a grin. "In for a girl," Dolly replied with a laugh before their meals were placed in front of them. "In for the girl who knows what she wants," Jeff countered. "I guess a girl's heart wants what it wants, even if it's stuck in the wrong body." Jeff cringed at the suggestion before he replied, "You know I'm really not gay." "I know that now." "Now?" Jeff asked confused. "I always thought you were gay, you know with the mustache and all. It's a dead give away like being a cowboy or having a motorcycle." 'So is every Indian, cop and sailor gay too,' Jeff thought of responding, but replied instead, "I'm really not gay." "I know you're a girl. So, you're straight." Jeff stared at her dumbfounded for a second before he started talking about what he was trying to sell her while they continued to eat. Each time that Dolly tried to inquire about Jeff's personal life and sexual orientation, Jeff steered the question back towards the company's line of goods. Dolly nodded along as she looked over the company's new line before she agreed to an even larger order of goods than he normally sold her by the end of their breakfast. After Jeff paid for the meal with his company credit card, he followed Dolly to the parking lot. He escorted Dolly to her car before Dolly said, "I hope that you find happiness, Jill." Jeff almost forgot that he told her his feminized name while they ate before he thanked her. Dolly nodded before she said, "And remember, dear, finding a good man never hurts either." "I'll keep that in mind," Jeff replied with a smile, even as the thought disgusted him. Dolly nodded again before she got into her car. Jeff waved goodbye to Dolly as he watched her pull out of the parking lot as he moved towards his car. As she drove down the road, Jeff stepped into his car and closed the door before letting out a deep toned, loud, "YAH!" Jeff did multiple fist pumps as he sat in the driver's seat before he realized how strange his behavior had to seem to anyone who may have been watching given his feminized appearance. Glancing around, Jeff was relieved to see that no one was in sight before he did another small fist pump and started his car. Jeff's heart raced a little as he felt the familiar rush that overcame when he made a big sale. The excitement that he got from it was something that he did not get from anything else in life. As he pulled out of the parking lot of the diner, Spirit of Radio came onto the station he was listening. Jeff cranked up the volume and began to sign along and banging his head slightly from front to back, causing him to have to keep moving his glasses back up his nose while he drove. Shortly before he pulled into the parking lot of his office, Don't Stop Me Now came on after the Rush song. Jeff sang along to the blaring Queen song as he drove through the parking lot before he saw the slacked jaw faces of some of his coworkers as they held their cigarettes to the side and stared at him. Jeff blushed, aware of how bizarre