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All writings in this series are purely works of fiction and any reference to companies or people are fictitious for the purposes of this fictional writing. Tesco Tart - Part Ten. Claire watched with smug accomplishment as Michelle dutifully and obediently responded to her new Supervisor's command and stepped out of her office, respectfully closing her door softly behind her. Her modest Checkout Supervisor's office was one of two doors off of the main checkout office, the other being a disabled toilet which had been added in the name of dignity but, as all the checkout staff used it, was a corporate excuse to minimize time away from the tills for toilet breaks. The main checkout office had the expected PC workstations, supply cabinets and ample counter top space for the various tasks required. A large one-way window overlooking the uniform row of checkouts gave privacy from the customers on the outside but also preserved unseen scrutiny from within. This aspect was deliberately intended to deter criminality, not only from customers but also from the checkout staff whom were obviously exposed to temptation from the constant handling of cash. It was to this observation point that Miss Havlin quickly stepped from her inner office as soon as she heard the door to the shop floor close behind her desperately eager to please, fresh sissy conquest. She watched with gleeful, arousing satisfaction as her willing sissy obediently carried out her orders. Body language more than explained the unfolding events as Michelle walked to the furthest of the seven checkouts. Immediately she noted not a shuffling, embarrassed figure but one filled with an apparent confidence. Michelle's gait certainly wasn't masculine but on the contrary seemed to flow almost femininely towards her first introduction to her new colleagues. She chuckled quietly at her inspiration with Michelle's custom checkout uniform as she, even from this slight distance noted her feminine appearance, her look was perfect! She noted a few initial self conscious tugs at the curved hem of her royal blue, femininely fitted checkout girls blouse, visibly self aware of the obvious feminine curves that her tight ass displayed in her fitted workwear trousers. With the lack of masculine pockets on the high waist design she was already carrying her arms in a more feminine way, close to her sides with her forearms slightly loose and raised, her wrists hanging notably limper. There was a deliberate shortening of her step as she adjusted to her one inch heeled patent court shoes. Again Miss Havlin chuckled with delight and disgust at how much Michelle must have longed for this embarrassing sissy opportunity! She knew that her newly committed and obedient sissy would have done anything for the full checkout girl makeover but that that was unrealistic. Claire knew of course the hilarity that such a fast transformation would provoke among the staff and customers would be a PR disaster. Michelle's acceptance and comfort with her new role was also a practical consideration in her inspired choice of her new uniform. Miss Havlin knew that there was no rush to fully feminize the sissy. Miss Havlin had no interest in making Michelle a public laughing stock, not until she had more than served her purpose! Her own priority was to progress in the company and for that to happen her initial role as Checkout Supervisor must be nothing but a success. The sissy that called herself Michelle had already been a valuable vehicle in gaining her Miss Baxter's respect and, now that the sissy's commitment to her was complete she was already formulating ways in which she could be a continued asset to her career progression. Already she had seen the girl's heads turn at the new arrival and the predicted assortment of initial reactions brought her a relieving contentment! As Michelle floated dutifully from one girl to the next making her introductions the women whispered in bemused delight to each other as each became aware of the spectacle of the newly unfolding development. Morale was up that was for sure! But Miss Havlin was already considering individual reactions to spot potential troublemakers among her new team. She was more than prepared to use Michelle's questionable sexuality as a tool for asserting her new authority over any of her staff. The merest suggestion of harassment from any of her girls who had ideas above their lowly positions would be used ruthlessly to quell any dissent. That, of course would be outwith any of the women's involvement in Michelle's continued forced submission, humiliation and hence obedience! But it would be SHE, the Checkout Supervisor who would control, suggest and permit any such actions! After turning the latch on the outer door of the Checkout Office, Miss Havlin wriggled the hem of her navy pencil skirt up around her waist just enough to sit with comfortable access to her again tingling, wet pussy. Still watching, still scheming she gently brought herself to another delicious orgasm as she made her plans. Michelle was in bliss! Both her recent humiliating exposure and degrading actions were expertly erased from her present mind as she stepped into her long lusted after position as one of the Checkout staff. Her initial feelings on those first steps on the shop floor in her new uniform were initially self conscious and fearful. A fear that stiffled arousal. Stripped of her previous feelings of her illicit, hidden but beautifully restraining and luxurious feminine underwear she felt that something was missing. The feeling that it was only she who knew! Now that she was wearing obviously feminine and clothes on the outside without those inner hidden feelings she felt suddenly exposed. She felt suddenly aware that her open collared fitted blouse was only worn by the checkout girls and that her trousers were so femininely cut that they could never be mistaken for anything other. She heard her first steps click on the hard shop floor, her modest heeled court shoes regulating her pace. She still felt the reminding tug of her bra straps and the constant reminder of its rustling, uncomfortable contents as she moved. She also felt the confinement of her control pants and cheap black tights as she walked. She knew that Miss Havlin's choice for her underwear was in fitting with a working girl and that she should respect her choice. Within those few steps Michelle's distorted sissy mind had made her reconsider her reaction as just those of anyone starting a new job. Of course people would be looking at her she thought! She was the new start after all! So it was with this instantly renewed self confidence that she carried out the directions of her beautiful and demanding Supervisor. She so wanted to please Miss Havlin and to fit in with her new colleagues. In doing so she also hoped that Susan, now Miss Baxter could somehow forgive her for her now fully exposed and admitted self indulgent sissy actions that fateful night in the female staff locker room... Miss Havlin, with a satisfied contentment retreated to her office to update Michelle's personnel file with the day's developments. After printing the photos that she had taken she compiled both an application form for the position of Checkout Assistant and an Employee Diversity form stating that David was a transvestite for Michelle to sign. Miss Havlin knew exactly what she was doing. Professionally and personally. She knew EXACTLY what she was going to do with the willing sissy!

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