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Author's Note: Seeing the positive response to Boss Lady, I decided to
extend the (miss)adventures of Derek. There will be some more stories to
follow, so stay tuned.
IT...Guy?
By Hazel M
Derek pulled up to the parking lot outside his office on Monday morning.
His heart was beating rapidly. Christmas eve had been a major turn on. It
had taken him a while to wake up from his pleasure coma. When he had come
to, he had cleaned up in a hurry and left after changing back into his
self. This morning though, his heart was beating for another reason. He
got out of his car and walked up to the building. He walked to the joint
men's room and walked in. He furtively glanced about. There was nobody
inside. He took a deep breath and walked to one of the stalls. He dropped
his backpack to one side. He then pulled the baggy sweatshirt off. He
unbuttoned his jeans. Being an IT guy gave him a lot of leeway when it
came to attire. Taking a deep breath, he dropped the trousers.
He wasn't used to seeing smooth feminine legs. This was the first time he
had shaved his legs. He ran a hand tenderly along the right leg. It was
certainly different from being in the suit. His hand trailed up his inner
thigh up to his crotch. It gently caressed the soft silky material on the
crotch. The white cotton bikini panties with pink roses outlined the soft
lips of his new sex. He pulled his shirt a bit to get a better look. His
midriff was also hairless, just like his legs, chest and arms. Between
the hairless legs and the padded rear, his lower body looked like that of
a girl. It was a real shame he had to wear the minimizer bra to hide his
small but marvelous B-cups. He hooked his fingers in the sides of the
panties and pulled them down. Seeing the pantyliner sent a shiver through
him. The sight of the tampon string hanging out of him was even more
exciting. He sat down and tried to relax and let go.
The Cathy suit he had worn last night was the complete full body
experience, but he couldn't stay in it very long. That had inspired him
to make these separate prosthetic pieces. They were a significantly
improved version of course. The breasts were just as sensitive as those
on the suit, but the edges of the prosthetic blended perfectly with his
skin. The vagina was a work of art. He had crafted a perfect set of pink
folds. It had been trivially easy to include a functioning urethra.
Clever tricks with the padding had allowed a 9 inch deep vagina. There
were hidden pockets of powder. The suit recycled and purified a portion
of urine. When he was turned on, the water would mix into one of the
powders to make lubricant (or as he called it, lubri-cunt, tee hee). The
other powder was red and would cause him to have regular periods when the
vagina detected body heat. Today happened to be "that" day of the month,
requiring the tampon. Last but not least, the synthetic skin released his
body sweat on the outside. With all these incredibly lifelike features,
he could stay in girl mode for longer periods than with the bodysuit. And
of course, feeling the extra sensations on his smooth, hairless body was
an added bonus.
A few seconds of relaxing and he was rewarded with a feminine tinkle. It
felt like he was peeing his pants, but he would get used to it. He
planned to wear the vagina and tightly bound breasts to work every day
from now on. He quickly wiped himself down and pulled up his panties. The
jeans came back on. He put the sweatshirt back on, disguising his smooth
arms and slightly lumpy chest. He took a deep breath to calm down and
walked out. He quickly washed his hands and returned to the office.
His heart beat faster as he stepped up to the door and opened it. He
stepped through, expecting the place to be in an uproar. Instead, he
found...nothing unusual. It seemed nobody had noticed anything amiss due
to his little tryst. Other than the usual holiday absentees, it seemed to
be a normal Monday morning at work. He walked to his cubicle, the rough,
but cool jeans brushing against his smooth legs. He couldn't believe just
how erotic the sensation was. He couldn't wait to try on hose later. He
dropped his backpack in a corner and started up his computer. "Hi Derek,"
he heard from behind him. He turned around, nearly jumping out of his
skin out of fright. "Jeez Bob, scare a guy to death early Monday why
don't you?" he hissed. "Relax guy, just wishing you a good morning," said
Bob, a mustachioed middle aged man in a cheap suit, "Anyway, just thought
I should give you a heads up. The queen b seems to be in a huff for some
reason. I would stay off her radar if I were you." All at once, panic
welled up in Derek's bound up chest. It was further compounded by the
sight of a fuming Cathy stepping into view. "In my office Derek, now!"
she barked. Derek meekly followed her in.
She looked particularly ravishing today with her blonde hair loose, her
face perfectly made up. She wore a tight fitting red jacket, with a black
dress that came to just below her thighs. Her smooth white legs were
covered in silky sheer nylons and she wore black leather pumps with 4
inch heels. "Close the door behind you," she said. He could tell she
wasn't happy about something. He swallowed and squeaked, "What's up
Boss?" "What's up? What's up?" she said, "I don't know, why don't you
tell me what's up?" Derek put on a confused expression while his mind
raced over the possibilities. Had she found out? Had he missed something
while cleaning up? No, that wasn't possible. He had been meticulous. He
had covered up the evidence perfectly, going so far as to spray the room
freshener from the janitor's closet to make sure nobody noticed 'her'
perfume. Cathy had nothing. She was fishing.
Feeling a little bolder, he said, "Is something wrong Cathy?" She stared
back at him for a moment more. Then, she looked away and sighed. "I'm
missing a red folder. It was on my desk before the holiday. It was
invaluable."
"Oh," he said. "Oh indeed," she continued, "So far, nobody seems to know
anything about it. But never mind, I'll find out who took it. And when I
do, that person will wish they had never been born." Derek swallowed
again. "Well, good luck to you. Let me know if I can help in any way. Was
there anything else?"
"No, that's it," she replied. He turned around and walked out the door,
imagining a pair of blue eyes burning holes in his back. He went back to
his cubicle and sat down. He took a few deep breaths to compose himself.
He had probably taken the red folder home that night by accident. He
should just look through the box. But he couldn't rush home without
rousing suspicion. Better to just carry on with his routine. He settled
down and threw himself into his work with his usual enthusiasm.
Meanwhile, back in the closed office, Cathy sat back with a faraway look
in her blue eyes. The little runt was definitely hiding something. She
thought she smelt a bit of women's perfume on him. He had also seemed a
little more nervous than usual. But he couldn't possibly have the balls
to sneak into her office and steal things could he? No, she decided,
better safe than sorry. She picked up her phone and dialed a number.
"This is Lenny," a reedy voice answered. "Lenny dear, I have a little
problem that needs solving...." Somethings you just didn't take risks
with.
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