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Maternity Leave Belladonna Jerry stared at the photograph his wife had attached to her text, dumbfounded. "How did she get this?" Jerry wondered aloud as he clutched the back of his neck. Jerry's eyes focused on his made up face and hair. He examined the way the hair he curled came to a rest on the boat neckline of his long sleeved, white silk and cotton top. Shaking his head, Jerry wondered again how his wife had gotten the photograph. He took a few deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down and come up with a rational explanation. A squeal came from his mouth as a second message was received from his wife. Jerry covered his mouth, ashamed at his high pitch, even though he knew that no one was in earshot. Jerry hesitated as he gazed down at the message alert. Jerry's finger crept towards the message and opened it. He gawked at the full body photograph showing the rest of his carefully selected outfit. From his blouse, his eyes descended to his above the knee, white angora skirt that was decorated with a textured, pale pink gridline pattern, then to his nude, sheer pantyhose and, then, seemingly most incriminating to him, his three inch heeled, white, faux snakeskin heels. His eyes drifted to the caption at the bottom of the photograph, "The Lady in White: Why didn't you tell me that my baby was so chic?" Jerry shook, unsure of what to write in response. She was not supposed to be in town the day the pictures must have been taken. It was not as if he was in town either. He had traveled more than fifty miles away from their home before he stepped out of the car. She was supposed two hundred miles beyond that on a business trip when his heels hit the pavement. "Who does she know there?" Jerry asked himself while he racked his mind for an answer. Another message came. Jerry could see the video attachment as he jumped back away from the vibrating phone. A queasy feeling overtook him. His heart began to race even faster than before as he opened it and watched himself walking heels, clutching a purse with one hand while holding the other out to his side. "That's what I look like?" Jerry exclaimed, feeling that he looked more like a sissy than the woman he always pictured himself as when he was en femme. Another text message followed. Jerry's eyes scanned the screen to read his wife's words, "Who knew you were so skilled in heels? I'll keep that in mind, pretty girl. ;)" Jerry shook his head while he thought, 'This can't be happening.' "Are you there?" another text message read. Jerry felt that he was on the verge of crying before he wrote back, "Yes." The phone started to ring. Jerry thought that his heart was going to beat out of his chest while he stared at his wife's number. Jerry feared what she would say before he picked up the phone and answered, "Yes, dear?" "Would you care to explain yourself?" "It was a one time thing..." "Oh, really for what?" Minnie answered, cutting her husband off. "I was trying to get a better understanding...." "Of, me? Of our employees? You know how they say that you don't understand what it's like living up to your dress code. Was that it?" Jerry blushed at the thought. He had created the dress code so that he could live vicariously through his skirted female support staff. Jerry shook his head as he answered his wife, "Uh...." "Look, baby. I know that it wasn't a one time. A girl can't saunter with that much swish in her hips in heels without a whole lot of practice." Jerry stammered on his end of the line. Minnie struggled not to laugh at her flustered husband before she replied, "Don't worry, baby. I still love my sweet, swishy sissy, and I'd like to meet her in all her sugar and spice glory." "I don't think that's...um...wise," Jerry responded, feeling faint at the prospect of having his wife address him en femme. "Well, fortunately, what you want doesn't matter, now, that I have the pics." "Minnie, I'm begging you..." "Oh, Jerry, you know I love you, but I'm not too thrilled about you keeping this from me." "What else was I supposed to do?" "Tell me!" "But what would you say?" "Jerry, you knowingly married a bisexual. Did you think I was going to hold some sexual quirk against you?" "I don't know. I mean, you always seemed to like boys being boys and girls who were girly." "And you're manly?" Minnie rejoined with a laugh. The laughter cut Jerry. He blushed even though no one could see him before he replied with a shaking voice, "You married a man." "Biologically, I suppose," Minnie replied with a slightly girlish giggle. Jerry's eyes widened. He had not heard his wife giggle in years. 'She's lost her mind', Jerry fretted. "What are you wearing?" Minnie then asked. Confused, Jerry inquired, "What does that matter?" "What are you wearing?" Minnie cooed. "Uh...jeans and a t-shirt." "That just won't do, Jerry at State Farm." "It won't?" "No. I bet you're not even wearing makeup." "Well, you're not away...ah, crap," Jerry replied, realizing that he had confirmed his wife's suspicions. "Here's what I want you to do, baby. I want you to grab your keys, get in your car and put an address into your GPS." "What's the address?" Jerry asked. "I'll wait until you're in the car." Minnie went silent as Jerry put on his sneakers, grabbed his keys and wallet and made his way out to his car. Once Jerry started the car, Minnie spoke again, telling Jerry the address. "Where am I going?" "Just follow the directions," Minnie answered. Jerry sighed as he pulled the car out of the driveway and started down the road. As Minnie's voice started to come through the car's speakers, he inquired, "What am I going to do there?" "You're just going to tell them that Minnie Rainer sent you. They'll know what to do from there." "What do they do?" "Oh, you'll figure it out when you get there." "And what do I do when they're done?" "You're going to meet me for our date." "Date?" "Yes, it'll be a nice dinner, just the two of us." Jerry was silent as he wondered what his wife was up to before she asked, "Okay?" "Okay," Jerry replied. Minnie smirked at his trembling voice and said, "I'll see you later, baby." "Bye," Jerry responded with his heart still racing before the radio came on. Jerry clutched the wheel tightly while his stomach churned. 'This isn't good. I am so fucked', Jerry kept thinking as he still pondered how she possibly got the pictures. Jerry drove to the address his wife had dictated to him and checked it twice as he looked up at the salon. Jerry shook his head while he dialed his wife. Minnie picked up and said, "Are you there yet?" "Yes, it's a salon!" "Yes, girls go to salons all the time." "But I'm not a girl." "Sissies can go too," Minnie replied with another giggle that threw Jerry for a whirl. "What will they think?" "You won't be their first, Jerry. I can promise you that." Jerry stared at the salon in silence before Minnie continued, "And you don't want to know what will happen if you waste my money by not going through with it." "Through with what?" "You'll see. Now, get your mincing, sissy ass inside!" Jerry's jaw dropped as Minnie hung up the phone. He wondered what her threat meant, but given her possession of the pictures of him en femme, he knew that she had great deal of leverage over him. He took a few deep breaths before he opened the car door and made his way to the salon. Drawing the door open, Jerry's eyes darted about the half-filled salon. A smiling receptionist greeted him and said, "Can I help you, sir?" "Uh...yes...I'm...my wife...made an appointment..." "What's her name?" The receptionist asked. "Minnie." "Minnie Rainer?" the girl asked for confirmation as a growing smile came across her face. "Yes." The receptionist grin grew wider while she replied, "I'll tell Julie you're here. Have a seat, Miss Rainer." Jerry was certain that he heard her call him 'Miss' before he took a seat. He clutched at the bottom of the seat beneath him while the receptionist walked back towards her desk. As she sat back down, she smiled while she leaned over her desk and said, "You should read this month's Marie Claire. It has some great articles on hairstyles." "Thanks," Jerry forced himself to reply before a stylist walked around her. "Miss Rainer, we're ready for you," the woman announced. Jerry blinked his eyes twice as his legs felt weak while he walked towards the woman who had unquestionably called him a 'Miss' as well. The woman led Jerry into the backroom and handed him a white robe. "What's this for?" "Trust me, Miss Rainer. You do not want to be seen in that outfit while we're working on you." Jerry looked at his clothing and realized that she had a point. He quickly stripped down to his boxers and put the robe over his body. After tying the robe shut, Jerry was brought out into the main area of the salon. "Isn't there anywhere more private?" Julie laughed as she replied, "Don't worry. Each of these lovely ladies has seen a sissy or two in their day." Jerry blushed at the statement before he sat down at Julie's station. Julie pulled his dirty blonde hair out of its low ponytail and ran her hands through it before she whispered in his ear, "You really gave me something to work with here." "Is that a surprise?" "Oh, I don't get a canvas as good as this to work with all that often with the other boys." Jerry gave Julie a worried look before she said, "Don't worry. You're in good hands." 'I don't doubt that', Jerry fretted to himself while the woman began to shape his shoulder length hair. Jerry watched every snip as his hair took on a more feminine appearance. The hair began to frame his face. He prayed silently that it would be unnoticeable when he tied it back at work. As Julie finished with his hair, she spun him towards her and took hold of a makeup bag. Jerry's eyes widened as he asked, "Is that necessary?" "Oh, yes. Your wife paid for the works, and she's going to get them." Jerry nodded before Julie added, "Besides, it's a lot more fun to makeover a guy than a girl. There's a lot of fun in a challenge." Julie shook her head while she looked him over. Jerry was confused by the looks she gave him as she slightly licked her lips. "What?" Jerry asked. "You've given me a lot to work with here too." Jerry followed her hand as she stroked his chin and said, "This small chin," before her fingers dragged up his face as she added, "these high cheekbones. My God, you should have been a woman." "Tell me about it," Jerry muttered before blushing at his answer. "There's still time," Julie chided before she began applying cosmetics to his face. Her words unnerved Jerry. Julie started with his eyes, adding eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara. With his eyes attended to, she added more color to his blushing cheeks before she turned her attention to his lips and painted them a red color. "Could you go with something more muted?" Jerry begged when he noticed how his lips contrasted with his pale white skin. "We want to make them pop," Julie replied while she also shook her head in response. Jerry did not have a chance to respond before Julie helped him to his feet. Jerry gave a concerned look before she said, "We have to get you dressed for your date." Jerry nodded, unable to think straight. She brought him into the back room and pulled out a bag. Jerry did a double take as he watched as one of his dresses was removed from the bag. "Where did you get that?" Jerry inquired. "Your wife dropped it off. Where else did you think we got it from?" the amused stylist retorted. Jerry shrugged before Julie handed him a bra and his breast forms. He laughed a little as he said, "She thought of everything, huh?" "Minnie's a smart one." "Do you know her?" Jerry asked. "She's been a client for years," Julie replied while Jerry removed his robe. Jerry put the bra on before he stuffed the cups. Julie smiled at his faux bust before she handed him his gaff. "Do you even know with this?" Jerry asked as he took it with a smile. "It's to hide, Mr. Happy and his boys," Julie retorted before she handed him a pair of black opaque tights and pointed him to the bathroom. Jerry took the tights from her and stepped into the bathroom. He pulled down his boxers and brought the gaff up to his crotch before he tucked his manhood away between his legs. Jerry sat down of the toilet seat as he brought the tights to his toes. The sensation of the silky tights made his member twitch as he unrolled them up his legs, as all hosiery tended to do to him whenever he put it on. Once he had the waistband in place, Jerry stood up and opened the bathroom door. As he stepped out, he put his hands over his faux bust and smoothened groin as he caught sight of the girl standing next to Julie. The girl let out a giggle at his attempt to preserve his girlish modesty before she said, "Come on, it's nothing I haven't seen before." Jerry looked at the girl who looked no older than right of college and wondered where she had seen men like him before. He shook his head before the girl held up his dress and said, "We are waiting." Jerry nodded in silence as he walked towards her. He stepped into the white dress and brought it up his body before he reached for the rear zipper. The girls smiled at each other before Julie said, "Let me get that for you." "I can do it." "You're going to find it's easier to have someone else zip you," Julie retorted. Jerry gave her a concerned look, sure that his wife had let onto her that this was not going to be a one-time thing. Julie pulled the zipper up before she stepped away from him and handed him a pair of his white, leather heels that were adorned with a black, patent leather covered heel and cap toe, as well as a textured black bow on the vamp. After pulling at the tulip front hem of the dress that was partially concealed by crossover overlay panels, Jerry stepped into the shoes and towered over the two girls. The girls smiled as they looked him over before Julie said, "I think she looks like a super model." "She's got the right height and a little bit of a boyish frame," the girl beside her responded with a smirk. "What are you, 5'11"?" Julie inquired. Jerry nodded before the girl next to her added, "And 120 pounds?" 'I wish', Jerry thought before retorting that he was 150 pounds. "A lithe figure for that weight," she replied. "You can carry it better at that height," Julie countered. The girl nodded before she said, "I love that dress. Those black stripes running down to your wrists are nice touch. Did you pick it out all by yourself?" "Yes," Jerry admitted, blushing feverishly while doing so. "Don't be ashamed. You've got a good eye. Not every girl does," Julie said as she shook her head. She then handed Jerry a purse and said, "We put your wallet in there." "What about my keys?" Jerry asked as he looked into the purse and saw only makeup and a tampon, in addition to his wallet. "Right here," the younger girl answered as she jingled the keys in front of her face. "Can I have them?" "Do you want to drive in those?" the girl countered as she pointed to Jerry's heels. Jerry frowned before he said, "No, but I could put on my sneakers." "No, you can't," Julie countered with a laugh as she shook her head. "Why not?" "Your wife made us give them to good will." "What?" Jerry shouted. "While I worked on your hair, Scarlet here brought them over to the Salvation Army." "That's theft!" "Are you going to go to the cops like that?" Jerry gave the girls a blank look, knowing that they had him pegged right. "That's what I thought, and don't be angry with us. We were only following orders," Julie added. Jerry hung his head for a moment before Scarlet interjected, "We don't have time for pouting. We promised your wife we'd pick out some nice new outfits for you." "Where are we going?" Jerry asked with noticeable alarm. "Shopping, like real girls," Scarlet said. "Well, you two are going. I've got work to do." "Thanks, Julie," Scarlet replied. Jerry watched as Julie silently stepped towards the door. Scarlet glared at Jerry and said, "Aren't you going to thank, Julie?" Jerry remembered his manners and thanked the woman. He had to admit that she did a wonderful job, even though he still wished he had never met her. Scarlet motioned Jerry to follow her. He followed her out of the backroom, and they made their way through the salon. Scarlet said goodbye to the stylists on her way out while Jerry tailed behind her. The receptionist grinned as she shouted to Jerry, "Have a good day, Miss Rainer." Jerry blushed while he nodded at the girl before he stepped out the door. Coming to a stop on the sidewalk, Scarlet turned to Jerry to ask, "Which car is yours?" Jerry pointed to his car before Scarlet said, "Nice." Scarlet opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. She started the car and adjusted her seat before Jerry asked, "Do you know how to drive?" "I'm 23, Jerry. I know what I'm doing." Jerry gave her a wary look as she pulled out of the parking spot and sped through the parking lot. "Wow, slow down speed racer." Scarlet smirked at him and retorted, "Don't be a pussy, Jerry." Jerry glared at her before she said, "And that's something to discuss." "What?" "Your name. I'm sure you don't want me calling Jerry in the stores. I mean the name can go both ways. Jerry, Gerri, Geri, but it might make a connection make a connection for somebody, right?" "Yes," Jerry fretted. "So, what should I call you?" Scarlet's question was answered with a silence. Scarlet smirked as she inquired, "Should I just call you Sissy. Like Sissy Spacek. If that's what you want, I'm happy to oblige." "You can call me, Helene," Jerry retorted while he pouted and stared out the passenger side window. Scarlet laughed a little at the petulant look on Jerry's made-up face. She soon pulled off the road and into a mall parking lot. Jerry's eyes widened as he looked at the mall. "You expect me to go into a mall like this?" "Why not?" "Look at me! "I see a girl. Julie does good work. You look legit, not like some 15th century man whore." "I'm not going in there!" "Oh, yes you are," the young girl barked. Jerry was shocked to hear the young girl give him an order. 'This can't be happening', Jerry thought as he processed the reality that he was receiving an order from a girl much younger than he was. Jerry shook his head and said, "I refuse." "Then, I have to call your wife, and she's not going to be happy," Scarlet lectured. Jerry thought about what his wife had already done to him. He wondered how much worse she could make it for him if he refused her. He put his head down before Scarlet asked, "Is your little temper tantrum over?" Jerry grimaced before he nodded his head. Scarlet smiled as she ordered, "Good, now, get out." Jerry nodded again as he stepped out of the car and looked around the parking lot. They then headed towards a department store. "Do I have to go in?" "How else are you going to try something on?" Scarlet inquired. "But people are going to see, and they'll figure it out..." "Oh, they'll see you, and they'll see your figure, and that's going to make them jealous or aroused," Scarlet retorted with a grin and a wink. "You're not helping," Jerry rejoined. "Just telling it like it is. Now, stop being a little bitch and get inside." Jerry glared at Scarlet for a second before he clutched his purse and walked towards the doors to the store. "There's too many people here," Jerry said as he peered inside the building. "You need more confidence. Boys like that too," Scarlet rejoined with a smile. "I don't care what they like," Jerry retorted. "And I don't care what you like. So, I guess where on the same page, pretty boy. Now, come along." Jerry felt like fainting while he followed behind Scarlet hoping that no one would get a good look at him. Scarlet sauntered up to a clothing rack and held up a few garments to Jerry as she said, "Oh, there's so much to choose from." "Can you hurry up?" Jerry inquired while he stared around the store. "You don't hurry these sorts of things," Scarlet rejoined as she held up a dress to Jerry before she added, "This would look great on you, honey." "Scarlet, please people are looking." "Let them," Scarlet chided. "Easy for you to say," Jerry muttered. "What do their eyes tell you?" Jerry gave her a confused look before Scarlet added, "Do any of them seem to think anything is wrong with you, other than you being very bitchy and flighty." Jerry looked around at the women and men around them. None seemed to care that he was there en femme. Jerry felt a tingle run through him before he smiled at Scarlet and remarked, "They don't know." "How could they? Nothing about is you overly mannish," Scarlet whispered. Jerry nodded with a smile before he realized the opinion he had agreed with. He turned to her and said, "Wait, what?" "Try this dress on," Scarlet replied as she handed him a trimmed, lace sheath dress. "Where?" Jerry asked. "In the dressing room," Scarlet replied while she raised her eyebrows. Jerry stared at the dress and said, "But what will the women think?" "That you're a woman...who's trying on a dress," Scarlet replied. Jerry nodded as he moved towards the dressing room. Scarlet watched him before she said, "Helene, wait." "Oh, thank God," Jerry muttered. "Try this skirt on too," Scarlet added as she handed him the garment and a blouse. Jerry took the skirt with a blank look and walked into the dressing room. He changed into the dress first and smiled at his reflection. He then heard Scarlet walk into the dressing room and call out, "Helene?" "Yes," Jerry replied before Scarlet told him to come out in the navy blue, knee length dress. Jerry stepped out and modeled the three- quartered sleeved dress for her. Scarlet clapped her hands and said, "That is terrific. Those sheer panels show you just enough. Turn around. Turn around! The v-back is so hot. Wow, I might get one my self. The boys are going to want to tear that right off of you." "Thanks," Jerry responded as he clutched the scalloped, lace hem before realizing that he was not acting like the man he was supposed to be. Scarlet smiled at his blushing and whispered, "Don't worry. You're acting like you're supposed to." "It doesn't feel that way," Jerry replied with a half-truth. "Go try on the skirt," Scarlet countered as she patted him on the butt. Jerry walked back into the stall and placed on the navy blue, wool pencil skirt with a side zipper closure and a white, sleeveless poplin blouse with a point collar. Jerry modeled the outfit for her before Scarlet gave Jerry a thumb's up. "I don't like the way my arms look in this," Jerry replied, always hating how mannish his upper arms looked in a sleeveless top or dress. While he hated it, he never bothered to diet or exercise to lose any of the excess muscle on his arms. "Don't worry, we'll get something to cover them up with," Scarlet responded. After changing back into his dress, Scarlet and Jerry went back out onto the sales floor. They continued looking through the racks and building up a collection of new clothes for Jerry to supplement his existing feminine wardrobe. As they shopped, Jerry noticed some men leering at him. Scarlet laughed when she noticed it too and said, "And you worried people would see through you." Jerry laughed a little. He was surprised that he was passing so easily, but he never had much difficulty when he went out en femme before, even if the places he went were less crowded than the department store Scarlet had brought him to. After they finished shopping, Jerry and Scarlet headed towards the cashier. The cashier rang up their selections for Jerry before Scarlet handed over Minnie's credit card. "How did you get that?" Jerry asked in a hushed tone. "It's on loan for a good cause," Scarlet whispered. The cashier put Jerry's items in a bag before Jerry took hold of them. Jerry carried his bags to the car with Scarlet. They got into the car after they put the bags in the trunk. Shortly after Scarlet pulled out of the parking spot, she asked, "Are you ready to meet, your wife?" "We've already met," Jerry replied, trying to deflect away from the intended meaning of her words. "What she going to think of you in that?" "She's already seen me in a skirt, apparently," Jerry replied before sighing. "I think she's going to love you." "I hope so," Jerry replied as he fumbled with his thumbs. Scarlet drove them across town before she pulled up in front of the restaurant and handed Jerry the keys. Jerry gave her a curious look as he asked, "Don't you need a ride back?" "No. Your wife thought of that one too. She got me a car to take me back to the shop." 'How much money did she spend on all this?' Jerry found himself wondering before he put his keys in his purse and stepped out of the car. Jerry bent down and checked his appearance in the passenger side mirror. Scarlet smirked at his behavior, having checked her appearance that way a few times before when she went on dates. Scarlet walked over to Jerry and hugged him and said, "Good luck." "Thanks," Jerry replied as he hugged her back. Scarlet waived as she walked over to a waiting black Town Car and got into it. The driver whisked her away while Jerry was left to turn and face the restaurant. Jerry went to dial his wife, but she called him first. Jerry picked up and said, "I was just thinking about you?" "How funny is that? I was just eye humping you." "Dirty girl." "Oh, I'm not the only dirty girl. Come on inside," Minnie replied before she hung up the phone. Jerry hoped that there was no one waiting with her inside, but he felt he had no choice but to enter the restaurant and face her. Jerry was relieved to see his wife standing alone by the hostess. Jerry moved towards her before the hostess led them to a table. Jerry went to pull out Minnie's chair for her, but she walked by it and sat across from him giving him a wink. Jerry was turned on it by it as he sat down before she said, "I don't expect my girl to pull out my chair for me." "I guess I'm a gentleman at heart," Jerry replied, hoping to salvage any piece of his masculinity that he could maintain with his wife. "But a lady in image," Minnie countered before complimenting his appearance. Jerry blushed at her praise, which only served to make him blush further as his reaction humiliated him. Minnie struggled not to laugh at his conflicted appearance before she asked, "And what do you think of me?" Jerry looked over her sleeveless, black dress covered body. Her long brown hair was pulled back behind her made-up face. Jerry smiled as he said, "You look ravishing as usual." Minnie gave him a pout as she said, "That's not good enough." "What's wrong?" "I expect my girl to compliment with a little more detail than that." "I love your dress," Jerry replied confused. "Well, just what do you love about it?" "I love the way the light shimmers in those rhinestones and gem embellishments and the soft pleats at the skirt," Jerry replied truthfully, jealous that he could not pull off the sleeveless dress his wife was wearing. "It's terrific, isn't it?" "Exquisite, dear," Jerry replied. "And what about my hair?" "I love it. It's a wonderful up do. It frames your face so well." "Don't you wish your hair was just like it?" "Yes. I'm so jealous," Jerry gushed at his wife's insistence. "Imagine what the boys would think if we went out with our hair up this like this together." Jerry almost spit out the water he had taken a sip of before Minnie leaned across the table and said, "Don't worry; I'll never let a man come between us, ever again." Jerry gave her a confused look. He was horrified as he asked, "What man did?" "My husband, but we don't have to worry about him anymore, Helene." 'How does she know my name?' Jerry wondered, before figuring that Scarlet must have texted her his name information while he was trying on clothes. "I knew it was time for you to stop pretending to be a man," Minnie added in a whisper. Jerry gave her a blank look before Minnie gave him a peck on the lips. She smiled as she sat back down in her seat and said, "You're going to find out there's a lot of perks to be a lipstick lesbian. By the way, that's a lovely shade on you." "Julie said that it makes them pop." "And pop they do. So kissable. I love it." "I love yours." "I'm sure you do, but what about my shoes." "What about them?" "How do they look?" Minnie asked as she held her ankle to the side for a moment so he could get a look at them. "Great." Minnie rolled her eyes and said, "You need practice complimenting. I want you really gushing, darling." Jerry said, "I love the color and the pretty bow on the vamp." "You do? What else, and really, really gush this time!" "I love the texture. It's to die for. Uh...I wish I had a pair just like them," Jerry squealed, hoping that would be the end of it since he had exhausted his knowledge of women's shoes. "Thank you," Minnie beamed as Jerry blushed, hearing the bemused and perturbed patrons whispering about him. Jerry collected himself and propped his head up on the table with arm before he asked, "How did you get the pictures?" "A woman has her ways." "No, I have to know." "Did you think I didn't know really know? Did you think I'm that oblivious?" Jerry found himself blushing again. Minnie laughed at his reddened cheeks before she said, "I'll let you in on the secret." Jerry leaned forward before Minnie whispered, "Men aren't the only one who can lie." Jerry nodded, knowing his wife had lied to him many times before. She then added, "I wasn't on a trip that week. I was just following you because I finally wanted to see this lovely lady, and I use the term loosely, for myself." Jerry swallowed hard before he asked, "Why didn't you just ask to see her?" "You would have denied her. I think you would have been in a better position to deny it, if I just brought out those clothes you hide in the attic. You would have said they were left by a prior owner, or something stupid like that. I needed to make sure that you had no way out to deny it." Jerry hung his head for a moment before Minnie put her fingers to his chin and lifted it so their eyes would meet. She grinned as she said, "Don't think I'm entirely unhappy with you. My problem is way more with your lies than your nylons." "I'm so sorry..." "I am too. We could have had so much fun with this." "What?" Jerry asked. "Those little effeminate traits I like about you. They're really brought out with the makeup. The small jawbone, those full cheeks. Um...they're so delicious with the right presentation." Jerry blushed at her words before he whispered, "Don't you love me as a man?" "Of course, I do. I do, but, now, I want to love you as a girl. I'm a bisexual, baby; we're nature's undecided voter." The comment almost made Jerry choke before they gave their orders to the waitress. She walked away leaving them alone for a second before she brought over two glasses of wine. "Should I make a toast?" "Sure," Jerry answered. Minnie grinned as she replied, "To lesbianism, the prettiest orientation." Jerry stared at his wife in silence before she clinked their glasses together. Jerry could see the looks of disapproval from some of the fellow patrons, as well as the looks of lust from some of the men there who he had no doubt wanted to be their third wheel in bed. They soon ate dinner together. Minnie dominated the conversation, as she usually did when it was only the two of them together. Jerry's mind wandered during the dinner. He knew that he was largely subservient to his wife before she had captured his image en femme for posterity, and whatever other purpose she saw fit. He wondered how much further things would go. After paying for the dinner, Jerry and Minnie picked up their car. Feeling that he was in no shape to drive, Jerry fetched his keys out of his purse and handed them to Minnie. She smiled as she took them and said, "I was thinking about something dear." "What?" Jerry asked as he slipped into the passenger's side seat. "There's really no point in us having two cars." "Huh?" "Well, we go to work together. We only rarely need the two cars. I think we could make it work with one car, and you could use a bus or a taxi or a bike when you need to get somewhere without me." "What?" Jerry asked his wife as she started his car and pulled away from the curb. "I think it's better for us, if I'm the only driver in the house. Don't you agree?" Jerry sensed a slight maliciousness in her smile and tone. He feared her reaction if he said no. Jerry nodded his head. He felt a small piece of his freedom slipping away as he said, "Yes, dear." Minnie smirked before she said, "I also brought down those clothes from the attic." "Oh?" Jerry replied. "Yes, between that and your new outfits, I don't think that Jerry will ever have to show his face in our house again." "What about going to work?" Jerry asked with alarm. "Special benediction will be granted for that." "So, I can wear pants to work?" Jerry inquired for clarification. "For the time being," Minnie replied with a half grin, knowing how the response would make her husband tremble. Once they reached their home, Minnie took Jerry upstairs as they carried in the bags from his shopping trip. Minnie looked behind her and saw how Jerry landed just the toes of his shoes on the stairs like she did, rather than try to land his whole foot. She smiled at it before they reached the top of the stairs and made their way into the master bedroom. Minnie threw open the doors to his closet and showed him the outfits she had hung up for him. Jerry stared at them in silence until he realized that his male clothing was nowhere to be found. "Where is it?" Jerry asked as he rushed to his dresser and found only bras, panties, female pajamas and lingerie. "I told you. You won't be needing it here," Minnie chided. "But how am I going to work?" Jerry shrieked. "Come with me," Minnie said while she motioned for him to follow her. Jerry followed her into a guest room before she opened the closet and showed him his collection of suits, pants, sports coats and shoes. Jerry felt relieved about seeing his work clothes before he asked, "But where's my jeans and my..." "Oh, baby, all your weekend stuff is gone. Jerry won't be making any appearances on the weekend or holidays. No man's going to come between me and my Helene time. Jerry gave Minnie a worried look before she kissed him and said, "Don't worry. In time, you'll realize that being a lesbian lover is far better than pretending to be a man." "But..." "Don't fight it, baby. The jig is up. We are what we are." Jerry eyes widened as Minnie pulled off her top. Her bra fell to the floor. Her shoes were kicked off before her dress fell to the floor, revealing that she had been commando the entire time. "Now, before you put away your new clothes, I think it's time for my lesbian lover to put her pretty pair of lips to good work." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Over the next two weeks, Jerry found his life outside of work upended. True to his wife's word, the masculine life he knew as Jerry was over. On the weekends he was Helene 24/7, as well as her from the moment he came home each night. Jerry soon learned that his wife's expectations for Helene were not restricted to makeup, hairstyling and cross-dressing. By his first full day en femme, Jerry was free of all body hair from the neck down, and Minnie made sure that he knew that he was expected to remain that way at all times. Each night before bed, Jerry shaved his legs, armpits and chest before he dressed in whatever chemise or baby doll she made him wear that night. To Jerry, however, it was all an improvement from the first night she let him penetrate her en femme. For that, she made sure to have him wear virginal white stockings that he felt were only suitable for little girls, brides or costumes. She paired it with a white baby doll for the stated purpose of helping understand the significance of losing his 'lesbian' virginity with his 'strap-on'. Jerry was humiliated being seen by his wife in the outfit, but he was turned on by it. Minnie seemed to be almost titillated by his appearance as he was, however, before he jumped on top of her, as Minnie advised that it was his turn to take the lead. As days turned to weeks en femme, all traces of his male life seemed to be stripped away except when he went to work. Jerry took to begging his wife for time away from the girlish existence she was forcing upon him. After initially rebuffing, Minnie decided to give Jerry a little sliver of hope that he could reassert his masculinity one day. Jerry begged her for a day without having to wear a skirt or a dress. Minnie was only happy enough to oblige. When Jerry realized what she had in mind, however, he begged her to reconsider. "You said you wanted this," Minnie retorted as she held the black, lace on fishnet body stocking in front of her. Jerry shook his head as he blushed at the thought of being seen in it. Minnie, however, did not waiver in her insistence that he put it on. Jerry shuddered as he gave in and pulled the stocking up his body. It covered his body up to his neck, except for his hands and the cut out in the crotch. The sensations that surrounded him kept him aroused. Jerry knew that showing that would only make his wife push him farther. Jerry shuddered as he reached for a violet, textured, skater skirt to cover himself up before he went to see his wife in the kitchen. Minnie grinned as she said, "Wearing a skirt already. I knew you were all talk." Jerry blushed as he replied, "I really don't want to wear this all day." "You don't," Minnie replied as she began to rub his arm, caressing the silky nylon against his skin. She watched his manhood swell and push his skirt away from his body. She grinned as she clutched the head of his member through his skirt and said, "You have a funny way of showing that you hate this." As Minnie walked away laughing, Jerry felt that everything had spiraled out of control in his life. Still, when she offered him a Sunday without a skirt or hosiery, Jerry could not stop himself from agreeing. Any dreams Jerry may have had about wearing pants disintegrated as he saw the leopard print, Ponte knit leggings and long, black graphic t- shirt reading "Tom Boy" in sparkles that made up his outfit. Jerry hung his head as he put them on and thought, 'She clearly bought these from the junior's department.' Despite his displeasure, Jerry thanked his wife for the change of pace, fulfilling his part of the agreement. He knew that doing otherwise was not in his best interest. "Is that all?" Minnie asked. "What else is there?" "You promised to tell me how the outfit makes you feel like a man." Jerry stared down at his outfit and shook his head before he said, "It makes me feel like a man because it says I'm a boy." "A type of boy," Minnie replied with a smirk that made Jerry blush. Despite her prior trickery, when Minnie offered him a chance to get out of heels for day, Jerry hoped that this time would be the time she was not trying to outfox him. Jerry soon found out, however, that she expected him to wear hot pink wedges all day instead. After spending the day being called Barbie, Jerry decided that begging his wife to let him wear anything masculine was pointless. He knew had to wait for his wife to realize that she wanted a man in her life again before he would get the chance to reclaim his old life. If things had only stopped at home, however, Jerry would have been happy. Instead, Minnie insisted that his underwear was restricted at all time to panties, thigh high stockings, pantyhose or tights. For Jerry, that meant each morning he went to work, he had to wear panties and stockings since he did not want to have to pull down tights or pantyhose to go to the bathroom. While Jerry was able to still stand up and pee by pulling down his panties a little, he was in constant fear that some man in the urinal or stall next to him would catch a glimpse. Each time he walked and saw his pants riding up his leg, he hoped that none of his staff would realize that his "thin socks" did not end where they were supposed to. Still, he went home with Minnie every night feeling reassured by the fact that no one from his office said a word about his appearance. The manner that he got to work, however, had not escaped notice. Jerry and Minnie explained it was a green initiative on their part to promote car-pooling and the use of mass transit. That seemed to convince many of their employees, but Jerry knew there were whispers that he and his wife had overleveraged themselves. He did not blame his employees for such thoughts since it seemed to be a more believable explanation despite being utterly false. The underwear seemed to affect Jerry's personality as well. He felt that he was less domineering at work due to the feeling of femininity constantly reminding him that he was under his wife's thumb. When he finally got the nerve to assert his position, his wife laughed at his claims. Jerry shook his head and said, "It's not funny. One of us has to stay strong a work." "I know that, Helene, and it's me that will stay strong." "You?" "I run a tight ship, baby." "Since when?" Minnie glared at her husband as she said, "Since always." "What about the girls?" "What about them?" "Some of them come in late from time to time..." "And they work late to make up the time." "Still, there's no excuse..." "Helene, I would expect you to understand that it takes girls a little longer to get ready in the morning than men." "I get that, but that's why you have to get up earlier." "And if you had a bad hair day?" "You deal with it." "And you wouldn't hear it from you? I've heard it from you, and I'm not the only girl you've called out for having a hair out of place." "They shouldn't let that get to them." "Other things go wrong, Helene. Sometime we snag our hose, particularly when you make all the support staff wear hosiery year round. I've been telling you to get rid of that policy, but we all know why you keep it around!" Jerry blushed at her words before he said, "They could still make it on time." Minnie grinned as she leaned back for a second before she said, "So, you want to prove it?" Jerry gave her a blank look before she continued, "If you protesting this much that it could be done, then I suppose you must want to do it yourself." "That's crazy." "Some might say it's crazy for a boy to step out of his house to go shopping in high heels and a skirt, but I'm not one to judge," Minnie replied with a smirk. "You can't be serious?" "Why not? It'll do you some good to understand what the girls go through." "What will they think?" "We've had plenty of gay guys work for us. The whole company is gay friendly. Nobody's going to say boo if you show up in drag." "Oh, I think they'll say plenty!" Jerry's alarmed tone made Minnie giggle before she said, "It won't be a big deal. Everyone thinks you're a closet case anyway." Jerry sneered at his wife in response before she laughed and said, "Don't get pissy. Everyone knows that I'm bisexual." "They know you were bisexual." "One doesn't stop being bisexual. You either are or you're not. You just stop practicing." "It would be a distraction..." "Would it? Well...probably, but I think we can time it right. In fact, I've got the perfect time." "When?" Jerry asked his heart started to race. "Joyce is going out on maternity leave. That's going to leave just Ellie and Eva to support our staff. I think they'll need the help more than I'll need a co-manager." "They can make it work for a few weeks!" "I think they should have a nice transitional week, well at least one." "Oh, no. No. Absolutely not! No way!" "Yes, I think Helene would be a great addition. She could stay there too. Each time she comes in late, she gets another week. Hell, she might still be there when Joyce comes back." Jerry shook his head, causing his long hair to fly in front of his face. Minnie smirked as she said, "It's a deal." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Jerry was mortified when Minnie made the announcement that he would be replacing Joyce when she went on maternity leave. The laughter that greeted the announcement tore at him. The men and women in the office kidded him mercilessly. Jerry felt that they were looking forward to Joyce giving birth almost as much as she was, given what they were going to see as a result of it. Joyce gave birth midweek and Minnie decided that Jerry's period helping out Ellie and Eva would start the following Monday. The announcement brought a new round of jokes at Jerry's expense before he went home for the weekend. As Jerry began planning his week en femme, he asked Minnie for a car to get to and from work. Minnie laughed as she replied, "Ellie doesn't have a car." "So what?" "You've shown no sympathy for her, and she's stuck taking mass transit. Why should you get a leg up on her?" "You expect me to take a train to work?" "And a bus," Minnie said with a smile before she added, "Just like a real secretary." As Monday came, Jerry got up early to ensure he had enough time to get ready for work. He stepped into the shower while his wife slept. He dried himself off before he began to style his hair. Minnie walked into the bathroom while Jerry blow-dried his hair. She shook her head before she took hold of her shower cap and put it on before she stepped into the tub. Jerry finished brushing his hair by the time Minnie turned off the shower and stepped out of it. Minnie smiled as she watched Jerry step out of the bathroom to get dressed. Jerry went into his bedroom and opened his closet doors to decide on what outfit he should wear for the upcoming workday. Jerry sorted through his skirts and dresses as he thought of what he wanted to wear for his first day. He wished that he had a pantsuit, if only to make the transition a little less humiliating. The more he thought about it, however, the more he realized that what he wore did not make a difference. So long as it was clearly a woman's garment, he was going to be seriously abused by his staff. After shaking his head at the thought of what his employees would say, Jerry reached into his closet and removed his navy blue pencil skirt and decided to pair it with a white, poplin blouse and a light grey cardigan sweater. Jerry hung the outfit on a doorknob before he walked over to his dresser. He removed a pair of nude pantyhose from his dresser as well as a nude colored bra. After placing his arms through the straps, Jerry locked the front closures of the bra before he inserted his breast forms. Once he finished securing them in place, Jerry dropped his towel to the floor and took hold of his gaff. He pulled it up his legs and tucked his manhood away. He squirmed at the uncomfortable feeling it caused before he took hold of his pantyhose. Jerry rested on the edge of the bed as he rolled his pantyhose down before he unrolled them up his legs. Jerry smiled at the way the nylon's transformed how his legs looked. He wished that all women could understand the effect that they had. He believed that if they could understand it, none would ever go a day without them. As Jerry made his way towards his skirt and tops, Minnie walked into the room. She snickered a little as she watched her husband walking around their bedroom dressed only in a pair of pantyhose and a stuffed bra. "Looking good sweat cheeks," Minnie said with a grin before she swatted Jerry on his rear. Jerry jumped a little and blushed at how aroused her treatment had made him. He cocked his head while he made his way back towards the closet. Stepping into the tight skirt, Jerry brought it up his legs before he pulled up the side zipper. Jerry then reached for his white blouse and put it on before placing the cardigan on over it. After finishing putting on the cardigan, Jerry placed the hangers away in his closet before he removed a black purse. He clutched it while his eyes focused on the shoes on the floor. He vacillated between a pair of black pumps he had long owned and a navy blue pair he had bought a number of years earlier as well. Staring down at the tight skirt that was holding his legs close together, Jerry decided to take the opportunity to pair the skirt with the navy blue, rounded toe pumps with a one inch platform, knowing he would have far more opportunities to wear the black pumps. Jerry placed the navy blue pumps in his bag before he turned to walk out of the room. He caught a glimpse of himself in his wife's full-length mirror and paused. The distant reflection excited him. The woman he could not get a good look at was the kind of woman he would like to approach, so he did so. Jerry sauntered up to the mirror and grinned at his reflection from the neck down. It was the perfect image of slender femininity that he wanted to project when he went out en femme. If he was not going to work, he would have been thrilled to be going out looking like he did. Jerry smiled at his reflection in the mirror one last time before he stepped away from it and headed into the bathroom carrying his purse. Jerry reached for his makeup bag and took out of his eyeliner. He placed it on before he put on his eye shadow and painted his face with several different cosmetics. Jerry finished with his makeup by smacking his lipstick-covered lips together. He flashed himself a smile that turned him on slightly before he walked out of the room and back into his bedroom. As he entered, Jerry saw his wife getting dressed. He called over to her and asked, "Do you mind if I borrow this watch?" Minnie looked at the crystal-encrusted, gold chain link, bracelet watch he had removed from her jewelry box and nodded before she said, "It'll look good on you." "Thanks. I think it'll go good my gold necklace." "Accessorize to your heart's content," Minnie replied, knowing that it would make her husband blush. Jerry placed on his necklace before he put on the watch and two rings. After checking his appearance in Minnie's full-length mirror, Jerry took hold of his purse and heels and walked downstairs. After a quick breakfast and brushing his teeth, Jerry put on his pumps and went towards the front door. As Jerry picked up his purse, his wife shook her head and checked her watch. "You're going to be so late," Minnie chided. "I've got time. Now, where's the bus stop." "A half mile northeast." "What?" Minnie repeated herself, giving him the approximate address of the bus stop. Jerry looked at her with a slack jaw before he asked, "Can I get ride?" "Ellie doesn't get rides. Now, get a move on. You don't want to be late, or do you?" Minnie asked as she raised her eyebrows. Jerry nodded as he stepped out of the home. He looked around for his neighbors and saw none. Even if he did, he was sure it would not matter. They had almost certainly caught a glimpse of him en femme the dozens of times he had exited the house so dressed since his wife caught him in the act. Jerry hurried down the sidewalk as fast as he could in his skirt- constricted stride. He nearly stumbled in his heels while he continued to rush towards the bus stop, wondering what time the bus actually stopped there. 'You should have checked a schedule, dumb ass', he heard the voice inside his head chide. "God, this sucks," Jerry moaned as he continued to race towards the bus stop at the slowest maximum speed he had ever managed in his life. He heard a beep behind him. 'Who is it now?' Jerry wondered while he rolled his eyes before he turned and saw his wife. She gave him a polite wave before she brought her hand back into the car and sped away. "Bitch," he muttered to himself while he continued towards the bus stop. He shook his head and grimaced at the sound of his heels slapping the concrete below them while he thought, 'I sound like a galloping sissy horse.' When the bus stop finally came into view, Jerry slowed down. He walked up to it and plopped himself down on the bench. The bus came to a stop in front of him ten minutes later. He got to his feet and waited for the doors to open. As they drew open, Jerry stepped inside and went to pay his fair. Jerry's mouth dropped as he saw that he had forgotten to put his wallet in his purse. The drive looked at him, expecting payment. "I forgot my wallet," Jerry muttered in the weakest voice he had. "No money, no service, honey," the driver said even while he was clearly enamored with Jerry's appearance. Jerry nodded and walked off the bus with a vacant stare, missing the driver's nearly silent whistle at his appearance from the back. Jerry watched the bus drive off without him before he looked at the small watch he borrowed from his wife. Jerry clenched his eyes and thought, 'I'm going to be fucking late, already.' "Are you fucking kidding me," Jerry exclaimed as he began making the half-mile walk back home. He scowled the entire way, cursing himself while he felt his heels digging into his feet as he stomped his feet into the ground. Jerry started to laugh as he reached his home and realized what a petulant child he had to look like when he walked home sulking. He hurried up his steps and opened the door. He retrieved his wallet before he looked up the number of a taxi service. Jerry waited by the door for the taxi before it pulled up to take him to the train station. Jerry paid the fare as he got out of the taxi. He then bought a ticket for the first available train and made his way to the platform. Jerry waited twenty minutes for his train to arrive before he boarded it and sat down. He felt relieved to get off his feet as the train began making its way to his destination. The sound of the train coming to a sudden stop struck him as odd. 'What's going on?' Jerry wondered. "Ladies and Gentleman, we are experiencing a slight delay ahead due to a fire on the tracks. We should be starting back up in just a few minutes," a voice called over the public address system. Jerry heard the moaning of his fellow passengers and wondered if they were being misled. Jerry hung his head and looked at his watch, knowing that there was no chance of making it on time. It had been remote before, but, now, it was gone. "Two weeks of this shit," Jerry muttered, realizing that he would be riding the train at least the remainder of the week and the following week as well. As the train lingered on the tracks, the train car started to grow warmer. Jerry started to sweat as he rested in his seat. By the time the train fired up again 30 minutes later, Jerry felt drained. The train started back down the tracks and picked up more passengers, growing ever more crowded before Jerry reached his destination. "Thank God," Jerry exclaimed, happy to exit the hot cramped train. The time on his clock made his heart feel as if it was standing still. Any idea he had about rushing to work was gone as he knew how late he already was. "I'm going to hear it for this one," Jerry told himself as he made the walk to his office building. He entered through the front door before he took an elevator up. Jerry exited the elevator and put his head down while he pushed his way through the door of his office. Eva looked up from her desk and started to laugh as she caught sight of him. Ellie overheard her laughter before she called into Minnie's office, "Minnie, Helene's arrived...finally." Jerry squinted his eyes at Ellie before Minnie walked out of her office. She smiled as she checked her watch, "Huh, how about that, only two and half hours late to work." "Who had the under?" Martin asked as he walked out to see his boss en femme, in near disbelief that Minnie's claims were true. Martin found himself unable to stop laughing before he said, "Jerry, you got the same look on your face that Michael Douglas had at the beginning of Falling Down." "Well, fortunately, Jerry's only armed with a Prada bag," Ellie added, enjoying watching her boss blush. "But he carries it well," Martin replied. Jerry rolled his eyes at his gay employee before the other six employees in the office encircled him. "Is this a circle of hell?" Jerry inquired. "Perhaps the fourth," Minnie replied for her employees. "God knows it's hot as hell in here," Eva added. "It isn't that hot," Jerry countered. "It isn't? What's the thermostat set on?" "78 degrees," Jerry answered Ellie. "That's pretty hot." "Put on a fan." Ellie shook her head before she went back to her desk. Others dawdled around Jerry. Minnie knew that they were more likely to say foolish things in a group, so she said, "Every one get back to work." The group dispersed to Jerry's relief before he went to step into his office. Minnie gave him a curious look and asked, "Where do you think you're going?" "To my office." "Oh, no, baby. Remember, you're working in Joyce's place for the week, and, well, at least next week, now...," Minnie replied with a brief laugh. "That's right. Room for one more," Ellie said as she pulled out Joyce's chair for him with a grin. Jerry gave them a wary look before Minnie put her hands on his back and whispered, "Unlike me, they won't bite." Jerry approached them cautiously. Ellie and Eva looked at each other as he approached the desk. He was certain that some trick was going to be pulled on him. Jerry's hand trembled as he reached for Joyce's seat before he put his palms down on the desk and lowered himself into her seat. Ellie stared at him in silence for a few seconds before she said, "That was the most theatrical act of sitting down in company history." "Very dramatic," Eva replied, rolling her eyes. Jerry shot them a glare before Ellie added, "Anyway there's some documents that need to be copied in Martin's office. Please get on it." The words his subordinate struck Jerry. 'Did she just give me an order?' "Helene, don't dawdle," Minnie chided as she watched over them before he got to his feet and made his way towards Martin's office. 'Oh, this is going to be something', Jerry thought, his mind swimming as he realized that his wife and employees expected him to play the part of a secretary to the hilt. Jerry was for all intents and purposes his employees' underling until his time in skirts was over. Jerry shuddered at the thought of being paid back for whatever mistreatment anyone felt he had given him or her. He forced a smile to his face as he knocked on Martin's office door. Martin looked up at Jerry before Jerry said, "Ellie said you had some papers that needed copies." Martin leaned back in his chair and said with a grin, "I do indeed, Helene." Jerry stepped inside Martin's office while Martin got to his feet. He clutched a set of documents and told Jerry, "I need six collated copies." "I can handle that," Jerry replied while he took the thick bundle from the man. "Thanks, Helene. That's a smart looking cardigan you got on." "You like it?" Jerry inquired. "It's very pretty." "Thank you," Jerry gushed before he caught himself and remembered that he was supposed to be a man in women's clothing and not someone who wanted to be dressed in them. Jerry corrected course to save face and countered, "So, what do you want one like it?" Martin laughed as he sat down and said with a laugh, "No, Ma'am. I may be a queer, but I'm no sissy." Jerry uncomfortably joined in Martin's laughter before he stepped out of the man's office. Jerry walked towards the copier and noticed Ellie running off a few documents. "Are you going to be long?" Jerry inquired. "No, just finishing up," she answered. As the copier let out a beep, Ellie smiled as she collected the last document and said, "All yours." "Thanks," Jerry replied as he placed the stack down. He rolled his eyes when he saw the staples in the documents and knew that it each document had to be run off separately to ensure that the correct pages stayed together. "What a pain the ass," Jerry muttered while he reached for a staple remover. Jerry yanked the staple out the first document set before he placed it into the feeder. Jerry set the copier to run off six sets of the document and pressed the copy button. Jerry turned his head for a moment while he went to pull the staple out of the second set. Jerry struggled to work the staple remover under the staple before he freed the documents. Jerry turned towards the copier and noticed that the number of pages that the copier detected was far less than he anticipated. Jerry clutched the first completed set and saw the jumps in the pages. "Fuck," Jerry said under his breath while he canceled the rest of the copy job. As the last document finished printing, Jerry clutched the papers and threw them into the garbage can. He took hold of the first document set and thumbed through the pages to try to keep them from sticking together again. He fed the set into the copier again and watched as the copier took in each page. Jerry bit his lip as he saw the copier pull three pages together again before he hurried to cancel the print job. Jerry stared up at the ceiling tiles for a second. He growled before he spread out the three pages that stuck together and fed the copy job again. "Ladies don't growl, baby," Minnie said as she popped her head into the copy room for a second, leaving before Jerry could respond. Jerry shook his head and counted the pages as the copier took the set again. Once he saw that it took each page, he fanned out the pages in the second set to ready them for copying before he fed them into the copier as well and fastened the first set back together. Jerry removed the first set of documents from the output tray before he removed the staple from the third set of documents. As he went to feed them into the copier, he heard an error message on the machine, alerting him to a paper jam. Jerry sighed as he muttered, "Stupid piece of crap." Jerry followed the directions on the screen as he set about disassembling the machine to remove the paper from the eight places the machine had simultaneously jammed. He pulled apart the copier from the finisher and removed the last piece of the jam. Jerry struggled to align the copier and finisher to push it back together. Jerry could feel the sweat building under his armpits as he forced the machine back together. "Ugh," Jerry said as he got the machine to start working again, feeling slightly disgusting from the sweat that was running down his sides. Once the copier began running off copies again, Jerry fanned himself with another set of documents. As Jerry started to run off the fourth set, he could feel the dampness around his feet from the sweat trapped in by his pantyhose. "What the hell is that about?" Jerry wondered to himself as he bent down to bundle the six sets of documents already copied. Jerry could feel the sweat on his ass and crotch as he did so and cringed at the feeling. Jerry shifted uncomfortably from the feeling before he returned to feeding the