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David took his usual seat in the staff canteen and quietly considered
this new development in the Store Management team.
Sitting alone was the norm for David for several reasons, some his own
choosing and some the obvious decision of his colleagues both male and
female.
In David's mind he was happy not to sit with the other guys often as he
found no interest in their talk of sport, weekend drinking exploits or
their somewhat imaginary, he thought, tales of recent sexual conquests.
He obviously didn't sit and gossip with the girls either as of course he
was conditioned to worry that this would get him a reputation of not
being 'one of the guys' and perhaps being thought of as gay.
He actually believed this self created version of his status in the
store.
So as he sat quietly by himself casually considering his light pink nail
gloss he was blissfully unaware as to the true reasons for the status quo
of the canteen seating arrangement. The guys sitting together in one
corner, laughing together as one then the other held court and the girls
together at a long table on the other side of the canteen seemingly all
talking at once in quick and excited tones as they caught up with their
store and personal gossip.
The reality was that Davids male colleagues from the shop floor did
think he was gay, but had no interest in including him in the accepting
way an openly gay friend would be treated. It was more an atmosphere of
mistrust and surreptitious mocking of a strange character that they had
no inclination to get to know or try to understand.
David's company was equally uninvited or indeed welcome to the female
staff. Basically they thought he was a weirdo and his lack of social
integration with the guys reinforced this feeling.
Most of them at one point had felt his oddly lustful eyes as they went
about their daily roles however it was well observed, noted and gossiped
about that he had never made any advances towards them in any meaningful
social or even sexual way. Without a single experience of ever knowing a
cross dresser between them, they found David's strangely studious
observations of them at work frankly quite disturbing and off putting.
Oddly contrary to the guy's mostly unspoken assumption that he was gay
and despite their noting of his appearance the girls merely thought of
him at least as a strange loser and at worse a perverted creep.
Over time, David had managed to subconsciously but expertly oppress his
true status at the store.
Inside he knew what he was.
Inside he knew that he wasn't 'one of the guys', nor did he want to be.
Inside he knew he would never be 'one of the girls', although he longed
to be.
Inside he knew that he was a sissy.
Inside he knew that his unrelenting sissy desires would always leave him
in life neither one or the other.
Never a 'normal' guy, never an openly gay guy and definitely never a
girl.
Inside he knew without doubt that he was a sissy.
It was a knowledge that with his recent progression, or was that decent,
into embracing his true self that was bringing his sub-conscious more and
more into his everyday life, one taboo at a time.
His driving sissy desires had turned slowly into actual sissy behavior
over time and his self delusion that, for example his overly groomed
appearance, his slim feminine figure, regular light make-up and the fact
he had been growing his hair had gone totally unnoticed by the other
staff. Months and months of dressing fully at home had given him a sadly
distorted view of what was a 'normal' male appearance and he actually
believed that his heterosexuality was beyond doubt.
The fact that just a few days before he had gone out fully dressed en-fem
and had taken his first, albeit forced step into his both newly and long
desired role as as submissive cock-sucking sissy at the ruthless hands of
the Asda security guard didn't even register in his sissy obsessed mind
as even slightly unusual or embarrassing summed up his total delusion of
leading a normal life.
This misguided but hard achieved self delusion would unravel abruptly and
irreversibly before he would again take his seat in the staff canteen for
lunch break.
The Tannoy call's volume and sense of emotionless urgency snapped David
from his sissy daydreams before it's demand was verbalized in his brain.
"STAFF ANOUNCEMENT. DAVID WILSON TO THE MANAGER'S OFFICE."..........
David was simultaneously aware of both the sudden drop in background
chatter in the canteen and the twenty something faces that had turned to
observe his reaction.
As the wording of the call sank in, David's lackadaisical gaze shot
downward to his plastic cup of water, his pink nails temporarily frozen
in place around the cup.
He released his grip and was out of his seat in a flash.
As he pushed through the door to the corridor he heard the sniggers and
comments of his colleagues, male and female, quite obviously highly
amused at his immediate obedience to the call.
A natural mild fear of the unknown but mainly puzzlement filled his heart
as he obediently paced the 15 steps to the door that would provide the
next phase of longed for satisfaction of his sissy desires.
Without a genuine fear David knocked somewhat softly on the door just
under the embossed sign that read 'Store Manager'.
"ENTER!" an impatient voice rang out from the Store Manager's office.
David took a short calming breath before again his eyes focused
distractedly on his soft pink coral nails as he took the door handle and
took the two steps inside to his impending fate.
Before him on the other side of the efficiently minimal desk were two
women. First he focused on Susan, whom of course he expected to be
meeting with this morning's revelation that she was now the acting Store
Manager in the Boss's pregnant absence.
Just as he was about to mouth a greeting his eyes focused more closely on
the other woman present and in that second his heart felt like it had
been dropped from the ceiling to the darkest most hidden depths of his
stomach.
For, sitting just to the side of Susan's desk with her black nyloned legs
crossed and a holding a clipboard on her lap was none other than Claire -
the all knowing and sinister checkout assistant from the George clothing
department at Asda, the ruthless and unforgiving bitch who had caught
Michelle fully dressed those fateful few days before and organized and
instigated his first forced taste of sissy servitude and his first forced
taste of another man's cock and punishing cum.
David obviously froze for what seemed to him at least ten seconds but was
in reality a split second as his mind absorbed the vision before him and
of course the immediate storm in his sissy mind at the implications of
this new nightmare scenario.
Claire was dressed in David's number one fantasy uniform of the Checkout
Supervisor!
Her nylon encased legs led upwards to just above her crossed legs knees
where the straight fitted hem of her navy blue pencil skirt led quickly
to the hem of her fitted navy blue suit jacket with the thinnest ribbon
of the Supervisor only red blouse protruding contrastingly between the
tailored blue of her professional skirt and jacket.
Her make up was lighter than the last fateful day their eyes had met but
still gave her knowing and piercing blue eyes a stern but professional
look.
Her blonde hair was again pulled tightly back, today in a severe single
high bunched and clipped ponytail.
Confusion won over his immediate and gut wrenching fear as he looked
again towards Susan.
Somehow and automatically he spoke.
"Good morning, you wanted to see me Susan?"
"Good morning David," came the slightly strained reply which also had
more than a hint of disdain in it's tone.
"I think, before we begin we owe you the courtesy of making you aware of
the recent changes in the Management team that have occurred during your
holiday period. Obviously you will have heard that I am the acting Store
Manager in the Boss's absence and on that note I would prefer if you
address myself as Miss Baxter from now on. I believe it is fitting to
this position to put a slight distance between my previous role and the
familiarity that I enjoyed with the staff. Do you understand?"
No reply was immediate from David as his shell shocked sissy mind wasn't
processing her words quickly enough for a prompt response.
"I SAID, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
The raised tone and now unhidden disdain, almost disgust of Susan's
repeated demand snapped David's mind and lips into action.
"Yes ...Miss Baxter... Of course Miss Baxter."
A barely contained laugh emanated from Claire's direction contained as a
sharp snort which she immediately covered with a light cough.
Susan was oblivious to this in her puzzlingly similarly barely contained
simmering anger and impatience.
Observing David's glance towards Clair, Susan regained her track and
continued.
"The other change was of course brought about by the necessity to fill my
previous position for the duration. As such may I introduce Miss Havlin.
Miss Havlin has came to us with a wealth of both retail and Human
Resources experience and has already been an immediate asset to the
company in her initial role as Checkout Supervisor."
This slow dawning new reality was quickly reinforced to David as his
polite sidewards glance to Claire focused on her staff name badge pinned
to the left of the pristinely ironed collar of her open necked red blouse
which neatly and tightly spread across the equally sharp crease of her
business like navy jacket's single breasted collar.
Sure enough to David's slowly returning fear the professional corporate
name tag read 'Clair' and underneath 'Checkout Supervisor'.
Following David's glance Susan added, "And David, first name terms are
company policy for the benefit of customer care, however my employee
policy is that all department managers shall be addressed as either Miss
or Mister. I feel a degree of discipline and respect was lacking under,
shall we say, the previous regime. So although Miss Havlin's name tag may
read Claire, you and the rest of the staff shall address her as Miss
Havlin. Do you understand that?"
Again, although slightly calmer, Susan's tone demanded an immediate
response and this time David replied promptly, "Yes Miss Baxter I
understand."
"So? ...."
David, now catching up with the questioning replied quickly, "Hi Miss
Havlin, welcome to the store."
Claire didn't even reply.
She didn't have to.
To be continued.
Soon.
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