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The Saturday Surprise Belladonna "You think you know me better than I know you?" Amber Eason asked, as she stared down at Tate Carpenter. Tate looked at the girl he had worked with for three years and said, "I know that I know you better." "Would you care to make a wager on that?" "I think I would," Tate replied, smiling at the girl he had found attractive from the moment she had been hired. Although Tate was not her boss, Amber did perform secretarial tasks for him during the week, as well as for other employees of the company. "Really? Do you want me to go out shopping with you?" "For what?" "For your makeover, sweetie. You can't be me in a men's suit and oxfords." "Are you crazy? I thought you were talking about a quiz," Tate replied with a grin, thinking that Amber was kidding him. "No, I think it would be fun to settle this once and for all." "What?" "Which one of us knows the other one better." "How are we going to judge that by being each other? I'm going to say I make a better you than you do me and vice versa." "We can get someone in the office to make the call," Amber rejoined. Tate laughed as he shook his head and replied, "That's the other thing. No one else would ever believe that we are each other." "So what?" "So what," Tate retorted with a laugh, "With you dressed as a man, they might think it's cute. With me, they're going to ride me mercilessly. I will be made fun of, regularly, until it stops being funny, and then, they'll still keep bringing it up forever," Tate answered. "Oh, don't be such a drama queen." "I'm not being a queen! Although, people are going to call me one if we go through with this." Amber laughed as she said, "I could make it worth your while." Tate stared at her blankly before he asked with a laugh, "How could you make it worth my while to be tortured?" "I could balance the torture with a little fun for you and torture for me." "A little fun. It would have to be a hell of a lot of fun." "Well, if you won, how about if I was your sex toy for month?" "What?" "You heard me. If you can pull off being me better than I can you, I'll be your little sex toy for a month. Wouldn't that be nice? To take your big cock and put it wherever your want," Amber cooed in his ear as she rubbed her ample breasts against his arm. She stepped away with a giggle before giving Tate a coy smile and biting her lip. Tate's member stiffened, prompting him to put one of his hands into his pants' pockets. Amber noticed but did not say anything about it as her smile turned to a smirk. "How does that torture you?" Tate inquired. "Well, what if I came in here dressed like a French Maid the following Saturday? I'd definitely get made fun of for that." Tate smiled at the thought before he asked, "What if I lose?" "Oh, not so sure of yourself?" "No. I'm sure." "Well, I'd insist that you spend at least three more days as me." "Three days as you? I don't think we could even get away with one. This is a place of business!" "Who says you can't mix business with pleasure?" Amber asked while she crossed one leg in front of the other. The question made Tate squirm as his manhood surged. Tate blushed before he replied, "What I'm saying, is we can't make a scene. We might lose our jobs over this!" "Well, I didn't mean doing it while the whole staff was around or when we had any clients coming by." "When were you planning on doing it then?" "I was thinking a Saturday. We usually only have a skeleton staff working that day just to get caught up on what they missed out on. They don't hold to the dress code on Saturday anyway. It's strictly voluntary." "That's still dangerous." "Oh, grow a pair of balls you big sissy," Amber replied with a laugh as she slapped his arm. Tate blushed and shook his head, trying not to let on that Amber's strike slightly stung him. "You're not chicken, are you?" Amber asked. "The chicken is not actually cowardly," Tate retorted. "Thank you for the lesson in animal behaviorism, Sheldon Cooper," Amber retorted, shaking her head as Tate's habit of correcting her reared its head, despite her constant reminders that it irked her. "I'm not afraid; I just don't want to put up with the abuse." "Wow, so a month of mind blowing sex can't even motivate you." "It can motivate me!" "Some of the girls told me that they think you're gay, and I always defended you and said I didn't think so, but, now...wow..." "What? What girls are telling people that I'm gay?" Tate shrieked. "It doesn't matter." "It matters to me. I've had girlfriends before. I've just been too busy to..." "Look, I'm not saying that you're gay. All, I'm saying is that, now, that I know you can turn down the shot of unadulterated carnal bliss with a girl that you claim to find hot..." "I don't...," Tate replied before cutting himself off, unsure if lying about his attraction to Amber would hurt him one way or another. Amber moved towards him. Standing a few inches away from him before she said, "It's okay. I accept you." Tate blushed as he replied, "I'm not gay," before Amber hugged him and whispered, "It's okay. I won't call you a faggot. I could use another gay friend anyway." The scent of Amber's perfume made his member twitch. Amber felt it against her and smiled as she said, "It's too bad too because I thought you would be pretty good in bed. Well, I guess, now, I'll never know. Maybe one of those nice boys from your gym can fill me in about it one day..." "I'm not gay. I can prove it. I can prove it all night long," Tate rejoined, regaining his nerve. Amber struggled not to laugh at how flustered Tate appeared before she said, "So, do you want to take up my little wager to give yourself the chance to get this?" Tate shook his head as Amber pointed at her crotch. The idea of being a secretary for the day was not something he was looking forward to doing. Tate, however, was sure that he would win. He had been examining every inch of Amber since she started working at the company. From her speaking mannerisms to her strut, there was nothing about her that Tate felt had gone over his head or unnoticed. "Is that a no?" "No. I'm going to take you up on it. I'm going to be you and then I'm going to destroy you," Tate answered with a grin. Amber laughed and said, "Such a cocky boy." "It's not being cocky if you can back it up," Tate countered. Amber smiled and said, "I look forward to it." Before Tate could say another word, another employee called out to Amber for her assistance. Amber walked out of Tate's office and scurried to the neighboring office to help the man. Tate sat back down at his desk and went back to his work. He made a few glancing looks at Amber throughout the day as he thought about what he had agreed to. As everything he thought about Amber seemed to be confirmed, Tate felt comfortable that he would win. That night, Tate went home and pulled up cross-dressing techniques and ideas online. He scoured blogs and other websites for tips to pull it off as best he could before he made a series of purchases over the internet. Tate started his purchases with a pair of b-cup breast forms and adhesive glue. A gaff with a prosthetic vagina was added next to his online shopping cart next, since he believed that it was best to leave no evidence of his manhood if he was going to pull off being Amber. Tate then selected a wig with a straight, smooth top with turned-out, golden brown layers to the sides and back. Tate smiled at the angled bang that went across the face of the woman in the picture. It was just like the way that Amber wore her hair. He loved how her hair framed her face, and he wondered if he would look good with the wig framing his. Tate then added wig cap, bobby pins and beard cover makeup to his cart. Once he finished making his selections, Tate paid for the materials and selected a rush delivery of the items. After closing out the webpage, Tate logged into a lingerie store's website and began shopping. Tate searched the page for the foundational garments that the websites had suggested. Tate created an account with a lingerie website and leered at the pictures of the scantily clad women modeling the garments he was going to purchase for himself. The idea struck him as odd and almost off putting. 'I can't look like these girls', Tate thought ruefully before he thought about Amber's challenge. He grinned as he realized, 'I don't have to look like a real girl. I just have to do a presentable job of it.' Tate's eyes returned to the screen as he searched through the pushup bras on the screen. His eyes searched through the designs resting over each woman's ample bust while his member stirred. He settled on a two- toned, pink and black, front closure, pushup bra with black straps. After adding the bra to his cart, Tate searched for a corset next. He selected a pink champagne colored corset that matched the coloring of the top of his bra before he selected a black pair of panties with pink lace trim. 'Thank God she won't see my underwear', Tate thought with a grin before he added a pair of spanx to his cart and paid for his purchases. Tate closed out the website and moved onto a department store's website and began searching for an outfit that resembled one that Amber wore. After perusing the website for a half an hour, Tate selected a gray sweater pencil skirt and a black, crew neck, cashmere sweater. He then moved onto the leg wear and selected a pair of high denier tights that were similar to the ones that he knew that Amber was fond of wearing in the colder months of the year. Once he finished doing the male to female shoe size measurement conversion in his head based on a chart he found on a blog, Tate began to shop for a pair of shoes that looked like ones that Amber wore to work as well. As Tate searched his memory and the shoes available online, Tate cursed his luck that he could never remember Amber wearing flats to work. After searching for a few minutes, he found a pair in his size that looked exactly like a pair of black, almond toe pumps with thick 3?- inch heels that Amber frequently wore to work. Tate clicked on the shoe to examine the details more closely. Satisfied, Tate selected the wide width option for the shoe and added the shoes to his cart. Tate then moved on from shopping for shoes to shopping for makeup. He searched the various shades of lipstick and lip-gloss until he came upon the pink color of lip-gloss that Amber was fond of wearing. While the way it made her lips look wet and inviting often made his manhood twitch, he was less than thrilled about having his own lips look that way as he added it to his cart. Tate then selected black eye shadow and mascara before he moved onto shopping for jewelry. After searching the website for a few minutes, Tate selected a few pieces of fashion jewelry that was similar to the cheap, bracelets, rings and necklaces Amber wore. Tate then picked out a large, red leather purse before he went to complete his order and signoff from the website. Once Tate signed off from the department store's website, he went onto one final website to order ladies shaving gel and a ladies razor. He made the order and then closed his internet browser. As Tate finished, he opened his email account. He blushed and felt a little silly about what he had done as he looked at the various order confirmations on his email account. While he could easily afford everything he ordered, Tate was sure that Amber was going to have incur far less expense to become him. Tate shook his head at his inbox which seemed to confirm his ex-girlfriends' complaints that it was not cheap being a girl. The next day, Tate and Amber worked together in the same office without much interaction. It was not until Friday evening that Tate had a chance to say more than two words to her. Tate called out to Amber on her way out the door with a smile, "I'll see you tomorrow, Amber." Amber replied with a grin, "You'll be here tomorrow?" "Won't you?" Tate asked, slightly confused by her response. "Sure, I wasn't sure if you were really coming in though. It's been a hectic week with the boss gone," Amber replied. "Oh, I'll be here with bells on," Tate responded prompting Amber to laugh. "Even I don't put on bells to come to work. I'll see you tomorrow," Amber replied with a grin as she left for the night. Shortly after Amber left for the night, Tate went home and decided to do a dry run on his feminization. Tate disrobed and stepped into the shower with his ladies razor and shave gel. The sight of the matted hair on the blade and the strands of hair running down the drain made Tate's stomach turn. With the first stroke done, however, Tate felt that he had committed to the plan. Consequently, he decided to persevere with his work until his body was completely hairless. After finishing in the shower, Tate gave his face a close shave before he stepped into his bedroom. He followed the instructions he found online while he glued on his breasts forms and put on his prosthetic vagina. The pulling on his member and snugness of it against his body struck Tate as uncomfortable. He put those feelings aside, however, as he put on a pair of panties and spanx. Tate put on the bra next before he wrapped the Venice lace-trimmed corset around his body and fastened the side, hook and eye closures. Tate watched a Youtube video on how to lace it up on his own and followed along. The tighter and higher Tate laced it, the more constraining it felt on him. In his bedroom mirror, however, Tate could see the effect the uncomfortable garment was having on his figure. Tate smiled at the increasing hourglass like shape his figure was taking as the corset redefined the silhouette of his body. Once Tate finished tying up the corset, Tate covered up his newly curvaceous upper body with his soft sweater. Tate was surprised by how comfortable and alluring the soft fabric of the top felt as he sat down on his bed to put on the tights. Tate felt aroused as he followed the instructions he found for putting on his thick, gray tights while he began unrolling them up his legs. Tate shook his head, shocked by his body's positive reaction to the girl's sweater and tights. He expected to hate the feeling, but instead found that they were more comfortable he was used to wearing. He shook his head at the realization and tried to deny it. He thought about Amber as he stood up to bring the gusset over his smoothened groin. "Remember what you're doing this for?" Tate told himself before he reached for his pencil skirt. Tate then stepped into the skirt and moved towards the mirror. He was surprised by how short his steps were due to the unusual restriction on his stride. Tate gave himself an approving nod in the mirror as he admired himself from the neck down before he took hold of his wig cap. He walked into the bathroom with it, his wig and some pins to hold it in place. After putting on the bald cap, Tate placed the wig over it. He straightened it out over his face before he placed the pins into it to hold it in place. Tate was satisfied by the overall femininity of the image staring back at him as the hairs of the wig's bangs hung over his right eye. The effect it had on his framing his face was marked. Tate grinned at the effect since only his unmade up face struck him as boyish. "Wait till she gets a load of me," Tate thought with a laugh while he scurried out of his bathroom. Tate stepped back into his bedroom to take hold of the pocketbook that he dropped all of his makeup into when it was delivered. Tate opened the bag and pulled out the dark eyeshadow first as he walked towards the bathroom mirror. Following the instructions he found online, once Tate finished painting his eyelids with it, Tate reached for his mascara. Tate delicately curled out his eyelashes before he put the applicator away. Tate then placed on his beard cover up makeup and pink lip-gloss and stared at his feminized face. Tate felt that every inch of him looked feminine. If it was not for the bet and his familiarity with his coworkers, Tate believed that he would easily pass for a woman at work. Despite wanting to admire his appearance longer, Tate forced himself to tear his eyes away from the mirror to walk back into his bedroom. Tate stepped into the room, took hold of his black pumps and placed his feet into them. Standing on them felt awkward to Tate, but he remembered the tips that he found for walking in them. Tate walked a straight line, trying to work in Amber's sashaying motion that never failed to turn him on. Tate watched himself walking in the mirror in his bedroom. He tried to make his gait match Amber's in every way as he further incorporated her arm movements. Tate walked up to the mirror and mimicked her speech inflections as he talked. While he could not match her tone, Tate was satisfied that he was matching the way she varied the volume of her voice as she talked. Tate practiced being Amber for several hours. He then disrobed and used his makeup remover before he climbed into bed and went to sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The sound of the alarm clock stirred Tate from his slumber on Saturday morning. He got out of bed to shut off the alarm as a sense of dread came over him as he rethought going through with the bet. He knew he could laugh it off with Amber. She probably would look cute dressed like him anyway. No one would give her much grief for it. It would just be funny. Conversely, Tate knew that he was going to be in for some abuse at work that day and, likely, for many days thereafter if he went through with it on his end. Still, the fantasies that accompanied what he felt was his preordained success prompted Tate to follow through with his end of the bet. After he stepped into the shower, Tate checked his body for any hair that had grown overnight and was relieved that he would not have to spend time shaving his body again. Tate washed himself thoroughly before he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. Tate then walked into his bedroom and repeated the process he went through the night before. Once Tate finished redressing as Amber, he walked out of his bedroom carrying his purse. Tate then walked into his kitchen and ate a light breakfast. After finishing, he touched up his lip-gloss before he headed out the door. Tate walked to his car without being spotted by anyone. As he made the trip, Tate was happy that he kept a low profile in the neighborhood, ignoring his neighbors. After unlocking the doors, he stepped into his car and started it. Before Tate put the car in drive, he slid his feet into a pair of his sneakers to drive in, feeling that it was too dangerous to drive in heels based on comments he read online. Settling in behind the wheel, Tate put the car in reverse and pulled his car out of his driveway as he began to make his way to work. As he drove there, he wondered how much abuse he would take about the bet he had made with Amber. Tate knew that he could not let the terms slip out because the sexual elements to it would likely result in them both being fired. Tate wondered how he could explain what he stood to gain without that motivation however. Tate pulled into the parking lot that was less than a fifth full and parked his car. Tate took a few deep breaths before he saw Amber's car already parked in the lot. Tate nodded to himself as he worked up the courage to open his car door, knowing that Amber was already inside, likely dressed in a suit and oxfords. 'That explains why she finally beat me in for lunch', Tate figured. Tate changed back into his heels and swung his legs out the door. He braced himself against the car to stand up straight before he clutched at his purse and closed the door behind him. While he sauntered towards the building, Tate put his keys away in his bag. He walked through the front door of his building and made his way to the elevator. Tate listened to his heels clicking on the floor with each step before he pressed the elevator button. Tate stepped through the doors as they opened and rode the elevator alone to the third floor. He got off and started towards the open door to his office. Tate paused a few times on his way towards the door to reconsider his actions. After the fifth such false start, Tate stomped one of his heels against the ground and said, "Get a hold of yourself." Tate laughed at his self-direction before he gained his nerve and moved through the doorway. No one was around as he entered the office and began making his way towards his office. A few employees gave him strange looks, while they tried to figure out who he was as he walked through the office. Finally, one asked, "Can I help you, Miss?" Tate recognized the voice as he turned around and said, "No." The man gave him a blank look while he tried to figure out why he recognized Tate. After a few moments, he made the connection and began to laugh as he said, "What the fuck?" "What?" Tate replied, acting as if he was wondering what the man was surprised about while a handful of other employees peered over towards him. "Why the hell are you dressed like that, Tate?" The man asked, prompting Tate's curious coworkers to come over to them to get a good look at Tate themselves. "It's all part of a bet I made with Amber," Tate replied. "I'll take it you lost," one of the women in the office said. Tate shrugged, not wanting to admit the truth before he wondered why she assumed he had lost. "So, Amber knows why you're dressed like this?" Another woman asked before she scurried away. The response concerned him before he wondered, 'How do they not know?' "Yes. I've got to get going," Tate replied after a few moments of silence as he blushed, prompting his coworkers to laugh and make a few jokes at his expense. The homophobic undertones to the jokes made Tate nervous. Amber's prior jokes ran through his head as he wondered if he had confirmed any belief that he was a homosexual among some of the other employees in the office that morning. Tate turned away from them and headed towards his office while his coworkers continued to share jokes amongst themselves at his expense. Tate could hear a few of them even taking pictures of him with their cell phones, to his chagrin. "Just terrific," Tate muttered under his breath as his worst fears were realized. As Tate neared his office, he heard Amber talking with a female coworker. Tate felt relieved to hear her voice as he moved towards the sound of it and came to a stop. He stared down at Amber as she was dressed in an outfit that was not much different from his own as a feeling of betrayal overtook him. "What the hell, Amber?" Tate shrieked as his stomach sank. "Really? You're asking her that," the other woman interjected. "Can I talk to you, Amber?" Amber chuckled as she said, "Sure, girlfriend." Amber followed Tate into his office before he closed the door and said, "What the fuck?" "What?" "We had a deal." Amber gave Tate a curious look before she replied, "What deal?...Oh, that! Oh, my God. You thought I was serious. It was a joke, Tate. I was just screwing with you. What made you think it was any different than any stuff we kicked around?" Tate shook his head as Amber stopped speaking and put her hand over her mouth as she began to laugh so hard that she started to cry. "We set a date for it this time," Tate countered. "I was just teasing you. I didn't think you would ever take me up on it. You're super crazy. Wow, this is so funny," Amber responded with a laugh. "This isn't a joking matter," Tate replied as he stamped his foot. Tate's action only prompted, Amber to laugh harder. She collected herself as she said, "Anger is unbecoming of a woman." "I'm not a woman," Tate retorted. "No. I guess not, but I do have to credit you with the outfit. I would totally wear something like that." "Thanks!" Tate shouted. Amber smirked at his sarcastic response before she replied, "I'll give you this. You definitely pulled me off better than I ever thought." Tate rolled his eyes before Amber added between laughs, "And it's nice to see how far you'd take things for me. My boyfriend would never go this far to get in my panties." "You have a boyfriend?" "Yes," Amber replied. "Why don't you have any pictures of him on your desk?" "We're not married, Tate, and besides, we've only been dating for three months. I think it would be a little early for me to broadcasting my relationship with him." Tate blushed and felt sick to his stomach as he realized that he had gone to great lengths to feminize himself for nothing. The continued laughter he could hear from outside his door made him wonder if he should start looking for another job and start anew. "Is there anything else you need from me?" Amber asked collecting herself. "No. You've done enough. I'll take care of myself, thank you," Tate replied, trying to stay calm. Amber exited his office before Tate closed the door behind her. He tried to focus on his work and spent several hours trying to catch up on work that he had put off during the week. Despite his efforts, the constant reminders of his humiliation and foolishness were inescapable. The feeling of his tights against his skin, the constraint of the corset when he breathed and the movement of the jewelry were unavoidable reminders of his situation. Tate slipped his feet out of his heels as his feet had begun to bother him after the first hour in them. He kept working, hoping to outlast the other employees that had come in that day and leave only when they had all gone home for the rest of the weekend. After three hours, though, Tate heard a commotion outside his door. "What the hell is going on?" Tate asked himself as he shook his head. He picked up his phone and called over to Amber's desk, "Amber, what's going on out there?" The nervousness in Amber's tone concerned Tate as she replied, "We have unexpected visitors." Tate swallowed hard before he inquired, "Who?" "Scott walked in with some clients he picked up on his trip." "But he's not supposed to be back until Monday!" "From what I heard, he flew in today. The clients happened to be on the same flight, so, they came with him to the office to finish up formalizing the deal." "Oh, my God!" "Are you okay, Tate?" "I'm going to be sick." "Scott is asking for you too." "He knows I'm here!" "Your door closed kind of gave off that impression." "Fuck!" "Calm down, Tate. It will be okay." "Nothing about this is okay," Tate replied, growing anxious. "Do you have a change of clothes?" Amber inquired. "Yes. In my trunk," Tate answered, trying not to hyperventilate. "Great. Can you give me your keys?" "Yes. Yes. Yes. That could work," Tate reasoned while he reached into his purse and pulled out his keys before he asked, "Can you come in here?" "Sure," Amber replied before she hung up the phone and got to her feet. She walked over to his door and knocked upon it before Tate let her in. He pressed his back against it as she stepped into this office. Tate gave her his keys and said, "Please hurry." "I'll do it, Tate. Don't worry," Amber replied, trying to ease his anxiety. Amber stepped out of the room, leaving Tate alone with his thoughts. He feared that his boss was going to walk into the office at any moment. It took less than a minute before Tate heard a knock upon his door. Hearing no response, Scott pushed open the office door and caught sight of Tate standing there en femme. "Oh, I'm sorry, Miss. I was looking for Tate." "He was letting me use his office," Tate lied, trying to mimic Amber's speech patterns. "Oh, is he here?" Scott asked, barely concealing the fact that he was looking more at Tate's figure than his face. "No. We spoke during the week." "Oh, okay. Well, who the hell are you then?" Scott asked with a chuckle. "I'm uh..." "Wait a second. I know who you are." "You do?" Tate asked, feeling as if his stomach was tied in knots. "You're that new secretary that HR told me they hired while I was gone, right?" "Yes, that's it," Tate lied with a fake smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you and, just a word to the wise, Tate chases anything in a skirt. So, don't let him play the whole nice boss thing to try to get you into bed. I expect you to be better than that." Tate gave him an aghast look. 'I've worked for you for years and that's what you really think of me?' Tate thought before he remembered how he ended in heels and nylons that morning. "Are you busy, honey?" Scott asked. "I've got some work to do," Tate answered politely. "Well, I'm the boss, so it can wait. I've got some important clients that need attending to." "Okay," Tate replied while Scott motioned for him to follow him. Tate wondered if Scott had really not recognized him. Tate, however, knew that Scott was the last person in the office to realize when his female employees were pregnant or if anyone had changed their appearance in anyway. Scott was not one to pay much attention to such matters, since his mind was usually fixated on making more money for himself and the company. Scott led Tate into the conference room and introduced him to the clients. Tate said it was nice to meet them before Scott asked if the clients needed anything. A few requests for waters and coffees followed. Tate stood there in silence for a moment before Scott asked, "Krissy, can you get them?" "Sure," Tate replied, thinking, 'This is a so much better use of my time than all that fucking paper work you made me drop.' "Can you get them, now," Scott responded, growing impatient. Tate nodded and said, "Yes, sir." Scott nodded at Tate before he stepped out of the room and tried to keep the requests straight in his head. As he stepped out of the room, he heard one client note, "Scott, you're a real taskmaster. I like that. It means you run a tight ship." "Got to keep your employees on a short leash," Tate heard Scott reply as Tate shook his head. 'Dear God, let this day be over', Tate thought while he entered the kitchen. Amber saw him and hurried over to him. "Are you okay?" Amber asked. Tate nodded before she pressed, "Did Scott figure it out?" "He hasn't let onto anything." "Good. I've got your clothes at my desk." "Hide them," Tate said in a stern but hushed voice as coffee brewed. "Why?" Amber inquired, confused. "Scott thinks that I'm the new secretary." A grin came across Amber's face before she asked, "He thinks you're, Krissy." Tate nodded before Amber asked, "What are you going to do?" "What do you mean?" "You can't leave here letting him think that. You and Krissy don't look anything alike. What's he going to think on Monday? It could be an interesting scene when he figures out that she's not you." "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," Tate replied. Amber shook her head as she asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?" Tate shook his head as he filled up a pitcher of water and said, "No. Scott just brought me in to help out in the meeting." "What are you going to do?" "I'm just scenery, and I guess I'm there to fetch them whatever they need." "Learning the ropes, just like the real, Krissy," Amber kidded before she briefly hugged him. "Thanks," Tate replied, rolling his eyes. "Just make sure you don't slip up," Amber cautioned before she turned towards the door. "Why not?" "These guys are supposedly from a big new client. If they figure you out, they could be an ex-client before they're officially a new client." Tate's face lost all expression as he nodded in agreement. He realized that his job likely hung in the balance. If he could not pull off being a female secretary, he would like find himself on the unemployment line. Tate finished making the cups of coffee and brought them into the conference room. The clients thanked him as they took their cups, as did Scott. Tate then hurried back to the kitchen to grab hold of the water pitcher. He made sure to keep up his imitation of Amber's walking style while he moved back into the conference room carrying the pitcher of water and several plastic cups. Tate poured out a few cups of water before he handed them out to the clients who had asked for them. Once he finished, Tate took a seat. He felt relieved to be off his heeled feet for a moment while he listened to Scott and his clients go back and forth with one another about the proposed business terms. Tate wanted to interject at times, knowing that was what he would do if he was sitting beside Scott as a junior executive and not as Krissy, the newest office girl. Consequently, Tate resigned himself to taking mental notes about the situation as he watched his boss keep negotiating. After a little while, Scott asked if the clients wanted lunch. They nodded and discussed their general options before Scott called over to Tate and said, "Can you grab us the menu from Geno's? Paula keeps it in her top desk drawer." Tate nodded before he hurried out of the room as his heels dug into his feet. He walked toward Paula's desk and saw a few of his snickering coworkers. 'Just think, I could be sitting at home on the couch right now in a pair of sweatpants and socks watching football', Tate thought while he bemoaned his situation. Some of the administrative assistants that were working that day noticed Tate walking toward Paula's desk. One of them asked, "Can we help you, dear?" Tate explained what he had been ordered to retrieve before the girls turned their attention away from him. Tate opened the drawer and saw several dozen menus in it. Tate sighed and shook his head as he thought, 'Nothing is ever easy', as he began to sift through them until he found the menu that Scott had requested. Tate closed the desk drawer and picked up a pen and pad before he headed back into the conference room. Tate handed the menu to Scott who gave it to the client representative seated closest to him. After he perused the menu, he gave Tate his order. Tate jotted it down before the next man ordered. Once the five representatives of the new client ordered, Tate took down Scott's order and left the room to place it. As Tate walked out, Scott said, "Make sure to put it on the firm's account." "Yes, Sir," Tate replied. Tate headed back towards Paula's desk and put the menu away. He sat down and freed his feet from his heels for a moment while he dialed the phone. He wiggled his toes as the phone rang. When the restaurant picked up, Tate took his time reading out the orders that the men had given him. The women on the other end noted the firm's account and put it on the credit card the firm had previously used for them. Tate thanked her before he hung up. Tate sighed for a moment as he remembered that he had to return to the meeting. He slipped his feet back into his pumps. Tate swiveled in his chair before he pressed his right hand against the desk and stood up again. As Tate walked back into the conference room, Scott thanked him for placing the order. One of the client's representatives asked, "So, Krissy, how long have you been doing this?" "I only started this week," Tate lied to mirror what Scott thought. Scott nodded his head as he watched the client begin to casually flirt with Tate. Tate's squirming and discomfort with it struck Scott as strange. While some secretary's were uncomfortable with it, they usually put up a professional front about the whole thing. 'This can't be new to her', Scott thought before his eyes widened as he stared at Tate's face. Scott cleared his throat before he transitioned the conversation back towards business discussions and away from 'Krissy's' current relationship status. As the clients and Scott went back to talking, Scott winked at Tate. The meaning behind it was lost on Tate as he began to squirm in his seat, accidentally rubbing tights clad legs together. Tate felt his member squirming because of the feelings of femininity around him before Scott called over for a refill. "Anyone else need anything?" Scott asked as Tate got to his feet. One client asked for another cup of coffee. Tate nodded as he took the man's cup and Scott's into the kitchen and made them each another cup of coffee. Tate carried the cups back into the room and handed one to Scott before he gave the other to the client. The client nodded and thanked him before he said to Scott, "You've got a great girl, here." "Oh, I know it," Scott replied with a smile before he smirked and said, "She's a great girl. She's so docile. It's like she's from the Far East and knows a woman's place." Some of the clients laughed before one of them said, "I would watch it with that, that kitten might claw your eyes out." 'His eyes if he's lucky', Tate thought, miffed by the statements. Tate sat back down as they began to discuss business terms again. As Scott sipped on his coffee, he snapped his fingers and said, "Girl. I need something." 'Girl? What a dick?' Tate thought as he got to his feet. "Yes, Sir?" Tate asked. "I need you to fetch a document from the system." "Which one?" Tate replied. Scott gave him the name of the file before Tate walked away from him. Tate hurried towards his office and walked through the doorway. As he searched the computer system for the file, Amber walked in and asked, "How's it going?" "How's it going? He's treating me like I'm gum beneath his shoes," Tate retorted. "Really?" Amber asked, slightly surprised. "Yes," Tate answered. "That doesn't sound like Scott." "What's he usually like with you?" "The same with the other girls." "Which is?" "I'm mean, sure, he can be a bit of an ungrateful son of a bitch or impolite at times, but he's usually not mean spirited about it." "Not with me." "Maybe he's having a bad day or something. You know how he gets." "He's..." "Unique," Amber replied, trying to protect Tate from anyone overhearing him say something bad about Scott. "Unique, what is that Latin for asshole?" Tate replied, quoting a movie line that Amber was not familiar with. "He's not that bad," Amber responded. Tate shook his head as he found the file and printed it. As Tate got to his feet, Amber asked, "Do you need any help?" "No, you've helped enough, thank you." Amber glared at him before she retorted, "I didn't make you do this." "You kind of enticed me," Tate responded. "With what?" "With what you promised me," Tate rejoined. Amber rolled her eyes before she said, "You don't understand when a girl is just joking around with you? I'm not that kind of girl! If you really knew me, you'd know that!" "Whatever," Tate said throwing his hands up as he walked past her to grab the printout. "I was just trying to help," Amber replied while Tate began to carry the printout back towards the meeting. "It's too late to help me now," Tate said, trying to steel himself against whatever further indignities he would suffer that day. Tate walked back into the conference room and gave the paper to Scott. Scott nodded while he looked them over and showed the documents to his new clients. Scott waited for Tate to take a seat before he said, "Just one more thing, Krissy." "Yes?" Tate asked from his seat. "Come on over here," Scott said waiving Tate towards him. Tate struggled to get to his pained feet again as he moved towards Scott and asked, "What can I do for you, Sir?" "I need you to make some changes to the agreement and bring it on back here." "Sure thing, Sir," Tate said before he heard a bell ring in the lobby. "But go and answer that first," Scott ordered. Tate stared at Scott in silence for a second before he nodded and walked to the receptionist desk. As he approached it, he saw a man standing before the counter. "I've got a lunch order for a Mr. Leonardo," the man said. "Oh, yes, that's my boss. I'll sign," Tate replied. Tate caught himself before he signed his own name. Tate signed Krissy's name and jotted down the tip amount before he carried the food into the conference room. The arrival prompted cheers from the men at the table before Tate handed out the food to each person. Once he finished, Scott handed him the agreement and said, "Here, go make the changes while we talk about the next steps." "Yes, Sir," Tate replied taking the marked-up agreement from Scott without a word of thanks. Tate found the company's standard agreement on the system and saved it to a new file for the new client before he began inputting the changes. Tate spent almost 30 minutes making the requested modifications before he pushed the print button. After he finished, Tate got to his feet and collected the document from the printer. He carried the agreement back towards the conference room and made his way through the doorway. Tate placed the modified agreement on the table before Scott. Scott looked blankly at it before he asked, "Did you bring a redline?" Tate replied, "You didn't ask for one." "I'll chalk this up to being new, but you should always bring a redline so we can check to make sure the changes are made easier. Okay, dear?" "Okay. I'll go get you one." "Thanks, sweetheart," Scott replied with a smile. The comment made Tate steam while he made his way back to his office. He went back onto his machine and printed up the comparison of the original and the revised drawing and marched back into the conference room. Tate took a seat in the conference room as Scott and the lead representative of the client read the revised agreement. A few more changes were made before Tate was ordered to make the further corrections. Cringing as he got to his feet once more, Tate made his way over to the men and took the agreement back to his office again. He made the changes and printed out a redline and a clean copy of the revised document. Tate carried it back to the conference room and let the men go through it again before the client's representatives agreed to put their signature on the paper. Tate breathed a sigh of relief that the large, new client had not been put off by anything he had done during the meeting. Scott as he looked over to Tate and said, "Can you run off a couple of copies, babe?" 'Babe, what decade is this?' Tate thought before he forced himself to politely ask, "How many exactly?" Scott counted off the number in his head before he said, "Four will do." Tate took the agreement from Scott and made his way to the copier. He unstapled the agreement and placed it in the feeder. Tate inputted the number of requested copies and waited for it to finish running them off. As he stood next to the machine, he could hear people snickering about how he had been sucked into the meeting in the role of a secretary. He heard chuckling from some that they hoped it would bring him down a peg. Tate struggled not to shout at his coworkers as he collected the copies and made his way back towards the conference room again. The clients and Scott signed the papers before they divided up the signed original copies. Tate was relieved that the ordeal was ending as his boss shook the clients' hands and said goodbye to them. Tate followed suit, telling them it was great to meet them before he watched them walk out the door. Shortly after the door closed, Scott turned towards Tate and said, "Hey, Krissy. You did a nice job." "Thank you, Sir." "No problem. Why don't you come on into my office so we can get better acquainted," Scott said with a smile. Tate's stomach churned as he nodded and followed him out of the conference room. They walked by several employees who all gave them blank stares, trying to avoid making eye contact with Tate or Scott. As they walked by Amber's desk, she gave Tate a sympathetic look before her eyes darted to Tate's clothing that was by her feet under her desk. 'This can't be happening', Tate thought. Scott had Tate take a seat in front of his desk before he closed the door and said, "Krissy, I have to say, you did a marvelous job in there. I can't believe it's only been a week since you first strutted in here." "I had other jobs before this," Tate replied, blushing. "I'm sure you did. There's no way that you could be that good at being a secretary without a little training." "Thank you, Sir." "What's with this Sir nonsense? The clients are gone, you can call me Scott." Tate nodded before Scott continued, "Now, why don't you tell me about yourself." "What do you want to know?" "How did a pretty young thing like you end up working for me?" Scott asked to Tate's shock. "I just saw the opening and went for it," Tate replied with a forced smile. "I'm so glad. It's nice to have another friendly face around here, and such a pretty one." "Thank you, sir, I mean, Scott," Tate replied unable to meet his boss's gaze. 'He can't think I'm attractive, can he?' Tate wondered, praying that the man did not. "So, do you have a boyfriend?" "What's that?" Tate asked for clarification. "Are you seeing anybody?" "No," Tate replied, truthfully. "So, you're not going out on a date tonight?" "No." "It's a shame that a pretty young thing like you isn't going out tonight on the arm of some handsome gentleman. It's a damn shame. A sin really." Tate looked at Scott blankly, hoping that things were not going as he believed that they were. "Tell me, what do you think of me?" Scott asked. "Huh?" Tate asked, feeling sick. "Do you think I make a handsome man?" Tate wanted to vomit as he replied, "Sure...Scott." "And you're a very comely lady." Tate clutched at his stomach through his corset, feeling out of breath as he replied, "Thanks." "But you must think I'm a fool." "What? Why?" Tate replied, confused by the statement. "For me to be sitting here, asking out a pretty young lady like you." "That doesn't make you a fool," Tate countered. Tome leaned back and said, "You're too sweet, Krissy. My god! Who would have ever thought that there would be such a lovely young lady inside Tate Carpenter?" Tate's jaw dropped before he stammered and tried to explain himself, "It's not what it looks like." "Krissy, if this is who you want to be, who am I to judge?" Scott replied, struggling not to laugh at Tate. "This isn't what I want to be..." "Your outfit and ease with being all girly tells a much different story, my dear." "It's an act." "An act you pull off all too well for this to be one time thing." "I was just trying to be like Amber." "Of course. That makes sense. I've seen the way you eye hump her. You don't want to be with her, you want to be her." "No!" Tate shrieked. Tate's squirming made Scott smirk as he thought, 'I've really got him hooked. He's buying it.' Scott wondered how much farther he could take it before Tate realized that Scott was putting him on. "Well, Krissy, we need to discuss your priorities." "My job always comes first, Scott." "I can't see that as being true. If that was true, you wouldn't have risked your job by coming in here dressed like a hussy. You had to know that someone would see you. There's no going back now. Everyone knows that you're a transsexual, now. You committed to wearing skirts, so, now you're stuck wearing skirts like the girl you want to be..." "But I'm not!" "Denial is the root of much unhappiness in the world, Krissy. Just stop fighting it. If you want to be a secretary, then let your hair down and be the best damn secretary this company ever had," Scott deadpanned. "But I don't want to be a secretary! I love my job." "You seemed to love your job this afternoon a whole lot more. You seem to be most comfortable serving men. It must be engrained in you somehow." "But I don't want to serve men!" "You seemed pretty eager this afternoon." "That's was an act to keep them from finding out the truth." "What, that you're a sexual degenerate who goes around cross-dressing for thrills?" "No!" "So, you are a woman trapped in a man's body! What other explanation can there be?" "There is another one." "I'm waiting," Scott replied as Tate gave him a dumbfounded look. Tate knew that he could not admit the truth about the terms of the bet he thought he had made or how he had let his lust and confidence steer him into wearing panties and heels that day. "Do you have an excuse?" Scott inquired, growing impatient. "Hold on for a moment," Tate replied still thinking. "Well, while you're trying to come up with a believable excuse, Krissy, let me give you this to think about. You make a much better secretary than a man." "There are male secretaries," Tate retorted. "They're assistants, not secretaries, and they don't have legs like yours, babe. You can't really tell me that this hasn't been your plan along" Scott replied. "You can't be serious?" "I'm dead serious. I think you were born to be one of the girls in this office," Scott answered with a straight face. "But I have a dick!" Tate protested, feeling faint. Scott struggled not to laugh as he rejoined, "Nobody's perfect."