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JUST WAIT....
By
"C.C."
I have been ordered to make this brief, so I will skip over the details
of how I started my own business, made it profitable and eventually
hired three ladies to help me run it. I should say however, that my name
is--or was--Ed Johnson, and as a businessman, Appearance was always very
important to me; I insisted that the office be kept clean and
professional looking, so the ladies took turns with the janitorial
duties around the office: cleaning, dusting, and that sort of thing.
Also, I wore a suit in to work every day, and as condition of their
employment, the ladies were required to wear dresses or skirts: no
pantsuits, slacks or that sort of thing. When our clients came in for
consultation, they saw a well-kept office and a professional-looking
staff.
That dress-code requirement was a source of discontent among the ladies,
but I made clear when I hired them it was non-negotiable. That didn't
keep them from complaining about it though.
"Really Mr. Johnson, if you had any idea how much bother it is working
in a dress every day, you wouldn't make us do it," Carla the office
manager said one day.
"Yes!" June, the Communications Officer chimed in. "Especially when it's
our turn to do the maid work around here!"
"They're right," Liz, the Logistics Officer / Jill-of-all-trades added
her opinion.
Well, I won't relate the whole discussion (I promised to keep this
brief) but basically I maintained that wearing a dress wasn't so hard,
and they kept saying I couldn't know, and one thing led to another....
"Okay," I said, "Then if I wear a dress to work, you'll quit
complaining?"
"That's the deal," Carla smiled, "But not just for a day--you have to
spend a week dressed as we are, so you'll really get a feel for our
situation!"
"I'm sure I can handle it," I said.
"Well we're not," Liz said, "I don't think you'll last more than a day!"
"Just wait...." I smiled.
*-*-*-
And so it was that the next Monday I came into work en femme. Not just
in a dress, but completely and convincingly tricked out as a woman.
You see, when I agreed to this I knew what the ladies would be
expecting: They thought I'd show up looking like a guy in a dress,
awkward and uncomfortable. But I was way ahead of them--and like I say, I
keep a professional-looking place of business.
Friday afternoon when I left the office I had already made an
appointment at a day spa for a full body wax and hair-styling. While
there I also had them apply professional indelible makeup; nothing too
bold, but impressively feminine. And it would stay on till I removed it
with special solvents.
Saturday I went to another expert and obtained a week's supply of
classy, sharp-looking dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes and lingerie,
including padded bras and panties, tailored perfectly to my figure. And
Sunday I practiced walking, talking and moving around in a femmish
manner until I was sure I could pass as a female executive.
OH! You should have seen the looks on their faces when I walked into the
office in my stylish attire, speaking and moving with grace and
assurance: Surprise, Dismay, and (I thought) a crestfallen
disappointment as they realized I was going to carry this off--and make
it look easy!
It should have been a complete triumph for me. Yet as the week
progressed, I noticed the ladies growing more upset and resentful. When
they addressed me as "Mr. Johnson" there was almost a sneer in their
voices now. And I had to admit to myself there were certain aspects of
the office routine, duties that were uncomfortable and even impractical
in a dress or skirt. Somewhere along the line I made up my mind to
revise the office policy next week.... But not before I made these ladies
squirm a bit!
Meanwhile however, the disappointment in my subordinates had turned to a
sullen resentment. I had put off face-to-face meetings with clients
naturally, and Carla had to handle those while Liz and June shared her
workload. Soon they had copped a definite attitude problem, but when I
lectured them about it, I could tell it made little if any
impression--almost as if they didn't respect me dressed like this!
I told myself things would improve next week when things got back to
normal, and I was frankly relieved by the time Friday rolled around.
That's when my trouble started.
We had just started for the day when Liz had some trouble with the
copier, and when I went to help her with it, I got toner spilled all
over my skirt and blouse.
"Oh no!" Carla said when he saw my ruined outfit. "You look just
awful--and we have the exec from HotSSnot coming this afternoon!"
She didn't have to remind me. HotSSnot was the biggest thing on the
market right now. And if they contracted with us, we'd double our
profits.
"But we'll never get their business with you looking like that." Carla
surveyed my toner-stained outfit ruefully. "It looks SO unprofessional!"
"I've got it!" June piped up. "I stopped downstairs at the cleaners on
my way in and I have a dress that will fit you."
"Perfect!" Carla said decisively, "Get in the restroom and
change--quickly now!"
Cowed by her commanding tone I quickly obeyed. But as I removed my skirt
and blouse....
"Oh no!" I wailed. "It's worse than I thought. That stuff is all over my
undies, too!"
Carla opened the door a crack and handed me in June's dress. "Just hand
me out everything," she ordered, "And we'll get it ready to go to the
cleaners."
And so I stripped off everything: Bra, panties, pantyhose, skirt, blouse
and slip.... even my shoes! went out to Carla as I peeled the plastic off
June's dress and pulled it on.
It was a pale blue spandex thing, a bit low-cut, a bit short, and TIGHT!
It seemed to nip in my waist and emphasize my non-existent breasts and
bottom as I shyly emerged from the restroom.
"Oh that will never do," Liz giggled at the sight of me and rummaged
around in a tote bag. "Here, I use these when I want to emphasize my
-uh- assets; try them on under that dress!"
Back in the restroom I shimmied out of the dress and--after puzzling over
them a bit--donned the garments June had given me. There were two of
them, each a bizarre set of flesh-tone elastic straps which I finally
figured out: a breast-shaper and a butt-lifter!
Confused (Where was all this going? What was Carla's plan?) I tugged
them on, amazed at how the cunning design molded the soft tissue of my
chest and butt into shapely feminine contours. And when I wrestled the
dress back on again, I was positively shocked: I now looked totally
feminine--and sexy! That dress clung to my body like a wet dream,
accentuating my new shape....
"Here," June interrupted my thoughts, "you'll need hose to go with
that!"
Still mentally off-balance by the sudden change in-in everything(!) I
sat down in her chair and drew the silky things up my smooth legs. They
were flesh-tone, with a black seam up the back and lace-pattern black
elastic tops that ended just an inch above the hem of my short dress.
"That color is all wrong for her--" Carla started, then turned to answer
the phone.
"I can see that," Liz loomed over me, "I'll just touch up her makeup....."
I couldn't see what she was doing to my face. But I couldn't miss the
bold colors of the makeup she was using: hot red lipstick; blush-pink
rouge; demure deep-blue eye shadow and dark mascara. And I noted with
concern that the stuff she applied was the same indelible brand a
professional had applied to me almost a week ago!
Liz drew back, finished at last, and the June strode forward, "Here's
the shoes that go with it," she pronounced, "Slip into them and walk
around a bit to get used to the higher heels."
Since I was used to the heels of my recent business attire, these
weren't too difficult. But I noted with surprise how the higher heels
made me swish my hips more and jiggle my bigger, rounder breasts and
bottom!
"Certainly, Sir; I'm sure we can arrange it." The sound of Carla
speaking into the phone interrupted my confused thoughts.
"That was the muckety-muck from HotSSnot trying to throw in a last-
minute wrinkle," she smiled, "as if we didn't know that old trick. He
insists on talking directly to the boss--Ed Johnson!"
"Oh no!" I squeaked, "I can't negotiate a deal with him looking like-
like...."
"Don't worry your pretty little head," Carla spoke to me with obvious
condescension. "I was expecting something like this and I'm ready for
it."
Just as I was about to ask what she had in mind, June came up, carrying
my ink-stained female business attire in a plastic bag.
"Meanwhile, these have to go to the Cleaner's" she said, "Must keep a
professional-looking office, you know!"
"Good idea," I said, "And take the outgoing mail with you."
"Oh I don't have time to go," She smirked.
"June's right," Carla was already making a call as she spoke. "We
ladies--we real ladies--have way too much to do in the next hour. You'll
have to take that stuff downstairs to the cleaners."
"And drop off the mail," added Liz.
"And pick up a few things at the Office Supply place around the corner,"
June added, "Here's the list I worked up...."
Minutes later I found myself outside our office suite, mincing down the
hall to the elevators, carrying the cleaning and June's list. Inside the
elevator, I saw myself full-length in the mirrored wall and gasped!
I looked Sexy! Where before I had the appearance of a professional
businesswoman, I know looked younger, curvier--and dressed to show it
off! The shimmering blue material of my dress seemed to hug my curves....
Curves!? Yes I had curves now, and as the fabric slid across my newly-
shaped breasts and bottom, I could feel my nipples tingle and start to
harden. A cramping sensation in my crotch made me glad that butt-shaper
had a strong and snug crotch, because otherwise I would have shown a
very unladylike bulge!
As the elevator door s whooshed! open, I tried to regain my composure
and walk with short, lady-like steps down the hallway to the dry
cleaners and the office supply store. But the whole time I was bizarrely
aware of what a male-magnet I looked!
As I handed over my prim business suit to the lady at the Cleaners, she
gave me a look that seemed to say, "Put some clothes on, girl!" and I
couldn't help smiling to think she didn't recognize me as the successful
Ed Johnson who owned the suite of offices in the same building. And as I
filled the order at the Office Supply store, the college-age guy waiting
on me positively fell all over himself to be of service!
All the way back to the office I felt a strange, giddy excitement. It
was like a weird, out-of-body experience, looking so feminine and
desirable, yet knowing that by the end of the day I would return home
and by changing clothes, change my whole identity. As I sashayed into
our office suite, I glanced over at my open office door.....
There was a man sitting there.
Behind my desk.
In my seat.
He looked up and started frankly and appreciatively at my luscious bod,
revealed in the tight blue dress.
"Ah!" he said confidently. "You must be the new office girl Carla was
telling me about. "I'm the boss here: Ed Johnson!"
He stood up, tall, well-built, immaculately tailored, reached out a
hand--and squeezed my boob!
"Nice goods!" he chuckled.
I stood stock still: staring, stupefied, stunned into disbelief. I felt
myself blushing, dizzy....Then the familiar, friendly laughter of my
staff, Carla, Liz and June, brought me back to reality.
"Ed Johnson." Carla addressed me, then turned to the other man. "Meet Ed
Johnson!"
I just stood there, speechless.
"Let me explain," Carla went on, "I knew we'd never get you back to
looking like your old self in time for that meeting, and the HotSSnot
exec insisted on dealing only with Ed Johnson. Fortunately, I remembered
an old friend from college who works in the next building....."
"And I happen to be named Ed Johnson," he grinned, "A common name and
one we can use in this case without any fear of committing Fraud!"
"But he... But I... But you...."
"Don't worry your pretty little head, Sweetie!" Carla said, "This Mister
Johnson happens to be a very successful investments consultant and a
savvy negotiator in his own right. We'll be able to negotiate the deal
all by ourselves!"
"But I--"
"We'll need you, of course," As Carla said this I began to regain my
sense of identity. But then she went on, "We'll need you to serve
refreshments and provide a bit of pleasant distraction for the exec when
he--"
"He's here now," Liz called, then turned to the new visitor. "Come right
in, sir!"
The next two hours were a dizzy blur of half-heard discussion as I
minced about the conference room, fetching drinks, retrieving documents
and generally being of service to anyone who requested it. I noticed
that the exec from HotSSnot kept looking at me, and once as I passed
him, I was almost sure I felt his hand stroking my nyloned leg, but I
kept a pleasing and submissive demeanor till they finally wrapped up the
discussion, signed off on everything and he left.
"Well girls." The other Ed Johnson stood up and smiled triumphantly.
"We've done it! With this contract, the business will take off like
never before!"
"And just to avoid any complications." Carla pulled duplicates of the
contracts they had just signed (Or at least that's what I thought they
were at the time!) and set them on the desk in front of me. "You'd
better sign these as well. That way there'll be no dispute about legal
signature."
Since I had seen all these papers being drawn up (I thought!) I didn't
hesitate, and signed them al quickly, without re-reading.
There was a general cheer, and I joined in, but then the other Ed said,
"I think we need to go celebrate!"
I felt an odd thrill go through me at the thought of going out in public
like this. Of course, it was unthinkable; I should go home, get out of
this sexpot get-up and start looking like my male self again--didn't I?
"Come on, Girls," he said, "we're going to the Shay!"
Everyone gasped and cheered at the thought of visiting the City's most
elegant restaurant and night spot, and somehow I found myself swept
up.....
***
I remember sitting there at the Shay, in a comfortable booth as the five
of us enjoyed first-class service from a very attentive waiter. I recall
everyone complimenting me on my new look as I sipped at my martini, and
me admitting that it did feel very sexy and exciting. After that,
everything is a blank.
Until I woke up the next morning.
In Ed Johnson's bed.
Stark naked!
I was instantly awake. Alert, and not feeling hung-over, so I don't
think I was drugged. But how did I end up here? Like this??
Lying still, I looked around me. It was one of those one-room studio
apartments with a kitchenette and bath that go for a fortune in the
heart of the city. Good-sized and tastefully furnished, but still just a
single room, with a couch that folded out into the bed I was occupying.
I shifted to get a better feel for my surroundings, and suddenly
realized--
I was not alone in that bed--Ed was with me!
I could feel his hard, hairy, masculine body right next to my soft,
smooth, feminized form, intimately close, with one arm draped across me
and.... good heavens: My hand was on his stiff cock!
Slowly, infinitely careful not to awaken him, I disengaged myself,
slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. I felt strange, as if I was
moving differently somehow, but I put it down to the bizarre situation I
was in.
I got into the shower, hoping to snap myself back into reality, and as
the water rand down over my curvy form.....
Curvy form? I looked closer, rubbed my hands over myself, and wondered
how I had got this shapely! My chest had assumed a breast-like shape--not
large, but definitely well-contoured, and my bottom was round, bouncy
and woman-like!
I decided the hours spent wearing those shaping garments must have done
this, and told myself it couldn't last long as I oozed liquid soap all
over me and--OMG! There were rollers in my hair!
I jumped out of the shower and without even toweling off I began the
unfamiliar process of removing tiny rollers from my hair, dripping wet,
feeling the odd sensation of my smooth arms rubbing my shapely moist
breasts.
The results were shocking: my hair was a soft blonde hue now, and as I
removed the rollers it cascaded down around my bare shoulders in curly
ringlets. I stared in the mirror at the reflection: soft features,
rouged cheeks, full pouty red lips, demurely shadowed long-lashed eyes
under gracefully arched eyebrows, and all this crowned with that
feminine hairdo....
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the door opened.
"You gonna hog the bathroom all day, Sweetie?" Ed came into the
bathroom, totally naked and sporting a morning wood. I gasped in shock,
eyes drawn unwillingly to his massive tool and positively fled from the
bathroom!
His laughter reverberated through the door as I looked around the
apartment's single room for my clothes. More bad news: All I could find
was a pair of high heels!
Ed peeked his head out of the bathroom. "I'm gonna save & shower, Hon;
you go ahead and fix breakfast. Scrambled eggs and bacon for me, and
plenty of butter on the toast."
He leered at me, standing there naked in high heels and added, "There's
an apron in the kitchen. Wear that."
Not knowing what else to do, I sashayed nude and feminine into the
kitchen, more alarmed than ever at how my breasts and bottom were
swishing and jiggling now. I didn't want to wear that silly apron, but
once the bacon started popping, I had no choice. It was white, frilly
and tiny! The bib portion barely contained my modest breasts, and the
bottom part hung just low enough to hide my shy-shrunken male parts. It
tied with a big bow in the back, the lace-trimmed ribbons trailing gaily
down across my smooth round butt.
Feeling terribly disoriented and giddy, I set his food on the table as
Ed entered the tiny kitchenette.
"Not eating yourself?" he smiled.
"I-uh- I really have to go...." I ventured.
"You may find that a bit difficult." He grinned even wider. "Dressed
like that!"
"What?!" My delicate eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Where are my
clothes?"
"Carla has them." He poured himself a cup of coffee. "Or maybe Liz or
June... Don't you remember anything at all about last night?"
He could see from the look on my face I was too flustered to answer and
went on,
"You got a few drinks in you and kept talking about how sexy women look
in dresses, and what a thrill it was, looking like this. You know how
some people keep repeating themselves when they've had a few too many?
Well that was you last night. It got so you wouldn't shut up about it.
Finally the girls said if you liked it so much they'd see you kept right
on looking like a girl!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but he kept on talking calmly as
he ate his breakfast.
"We all went to some kinky boutique in the Bohemian part of town, and
the girls told the staff there to give you the Full Treatment: shots,
permanent makeup.... You seemed to love it! We got you back here right
before you passed out, but you were such a mess that one of the girls...
which one was it now? I can't remember. Anyway, one of them took your
clothes, your purse, your wallet, ID and cell-phone --Sure you won't have
some breakfast? You make a good cook, Sweetie!"
"Shots? Permanent--?" I felt myself getting dizzy. Suddenly Ed was
standing beside me, getting me into a kitchen chair before I had a
chance to fall over. I felt his strong hands on my naked flanks, guiding
my soft, pliant body into the seat.
"Here." He handed me his Smartphone with the pictures displayed. "Just
look at these till you get your bearings, Sweetie."
I looked at picture after picture of myself from last night, smiling,
giggling, apparently enjoying myself....
"But-but this is awful!" I squeaked. "I can't look like this! I have a
male life! A business to run..." I looked up at his strong, manly face.
"You've got to give me some clothes! Get me back to my apartment...."
"Don't worry too much about it, Sweetie." He remained maddeningly
casual. "The girls said they stop by sometime today, and I'm sure
they've got plans for you."
"But I can't see them like-like this!" I squeaked. "Gimme something to
wear! I-I'll pay you!"
"What with?" He looked my near-nude figure up and down, and chortled as
I blushed beet red all over. "You don't seem to be carrying much pocket
change around. Besides, I'm too busy today to bother much with you,
Sweetie, pretty as you are. I've got a few friends coming over in a
while to watch the game."
"Coming here?" My pretty mouth gaped open. "But they can't see me like
this! I'm nearly na-na...."
"Well you can't go much of anyplace looking like that," he said firmly,
"and in case you didn't notice, this is a one-room apartment."
"Pleeese," I wailed, "give me something else to wear! Anything!!"
"Well," he mulled it over, "if I do will you help me get the place
cleaned up?"
"Yes! I'll do whatever you say...."
"All right." He reached into a pantry. "Here."
It was a maid's cap. He placed it on my head and secured it with clips
to my curly hair.
"Now get started on the dishes," he continued matter-of-factly. "Finish
off my scraps if you're hungry."
Miserably, I got to my high-heeled feet and began clearing the table
while he went to get dressed. I realized now that I had to stay here, at
least till Carla or June or Liz showed up with my clothes, wallet,
keys.... I most certainly couldn't traipse around like this! But what
next? I wondered, as I chewed on his cold toast and drank the dregs of
the coffee.
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