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I awoke first the next day. I quietly got up, took a shower, and slipped on a sheer top, miniskirt and heels. Seeing my full breasts through the top, it was difficult to believe the reflection was me. My image was both titillating and embarrassing. I briefly considered getting a bra, but I needed some coffee to clear my head after last night. Also, I had a feeling Dani would like the show I provided. Again the mixed messages that my look gave me, made even simple acts more complicated. Finally, heading down to the kitchen, I made coffee and started to cook Dani's breakfast. I took it to her, laid out on a tray. As I entered the bedroom, she was just awakening, having smelled the sweet aroma of the coffee. We talked as we both ate from the tray, feeding each other toast, bacon, and fruit. I had never felt so loved, or so complete. But shivers of uncertainty also intruded as the enormity of what we did yesterday began to appear. We talked about last night, our feelings when we were with the guys, how involving someone else in our lives might affect our marriage, how open we should be from now on with my transition, and what other changes we might be headed for. As part of the discussion, it dawned on me that I had nothing really professional to wear for work on Monday. All my outfits were too sexy for business wear. That got Dani excited about going shopping for some proper clothes for me. She also was pretty bullish on how I should be up front from now on. She saw no reason for me not to dress as a woman all the time and proposed several events where my new image could be exposed. She was adamant that I should dress sexily everywhere but at work and maybe even there, if I could. When she told me that, she emphasized it by caressing one of my breasts through my blouse. But most importantly, she was determined that we should continue to date Tim and James. In her mind, our marriage would not be impacted by our explorations of our new found identities. For her, it meant completing a long-time fantasy of being with a childhood crush. For me, it meant exploring the full realm of being a girl. Dani loved the idea of us double-dating and even taking it further. Apparently, facing my condition had released her from the bonds of being conventional, especially sexually. She had been so fulfilled in her new role as a dominant sex partner, that it encouraged her to push her boundaries. That was one reason she wanted to pursue some sort of relationship with James, as it had been a hidden part of her for a long time. She reassured me that she had no desire to totally replace me with him, as we were too different now. She saw his role as more of a supplement to our relationship. That is how she saw any relationship I might have with Tim too. She was thrilled when I told her of the conversation Tim and I had as we left the reunion. She loved that we had kissed too. That made her even more determined to follow this new path. Her commitment to a new lifestyle for us, seemed solid, even though it was frightening to me. During our conversations, Dani made it clear that I after I passed on entering her pussy last night that I should forget about putting my cock in her pussy at least for a while. She wanted me to be girl-centric. When I asked what she meant by that, she bluntly told me I was to think as a woman, act like a woman, and be fucked like a woman. My cock was to be considered like a clitoris, only a bigger, which could be rubbed but not used for intercourse. She was convinced that if I limited my sexual actions to what a woman could physically do, then I would be modifying my feelings, desires, and emotions to emulate a woman's. So for the time being, my cock was gone. That discussion worried me immensely, and brought back my concerns that I had wrongly abandoned my masculinity in response to my condition. Those thoughts still haunted me, making me feel the enormity of my error and the more she talked the more I became uncertain. Although I had reacted to Tim's advances in the parking lot, the idea of doing more with a man, especially sexually, seemed wrong. I guess I still saw myself as a straight man, despite my curvy female appearance. I would need to deal with that conflict at some point. But first things first, we needed a full shopping day so I would be prepared for Hanna's appearance at my company. I would have to delay any push to reclaim my masculinity until a time when Dani would be more receptive to my wishes. After she took a shower, we did our makeup, and got dressed we headed to the local mall. Dani wore a simple shorts and top outfit, with low-heel flats. She insisted I needed to wear heels, as I would want to wear them to work, so I had on a tight, short skirt and a print low cut top. She did allow me to wear pantyhose rather than stockings, as it would make trying on outfits easier. Dani loved to shop, so we spent all day there and at several strip malls that featured specialty clothing stores that she liked. The emphasis was on nice, business-friendly outfits. She started me out with several jacket and skirt suits in simple black, gray, or navy blue colors, in solid, small check, or pinstripes. We paired these with classic silk blouses in pale pastels, with either a small tab collar, a flouncy bow, or a double ruffle front. I tried to convince her that I needed something less feminine, but her argument that I needed to embrace my new femininity won out. That translated to a couple of dresses as well; one in a flowery print and the other in a vibrant abstract design. Both had tight sleeves that reached to my elbow, rounded necklines, feminine but decidedly different from the full cleavage-baring looks she had chosen for me before. The length of the skirts seemed short to me in the suit choices, but she told me my legs were killer and even at work, a girl likes to show off a little. The dresses were a bit longer, but still a few inches above the knee and with a flare and a tight waist that with my large bust gave me a very hourglass silhouette. I did attempt to pair the suit jackets with the matching dress pants, but she refused all except for one pair that featured a rear-zip, had no pockets, and was only ankle length. When I tried them on with my pumps, she thought they gave me a nice look. Even though, I won that battle I almost regretted it, because the style and short length were definitely a female pant and emphasized my rounded butt and smooth crotch, as my cock was tightly held underneath my pantyhose. I felt it signaled my switch from male to female as much as wearing a skirt did. When we had several appropriate work outfits, Dani insisted I needed more shoes. So we shopped another two hours for more heels. Once more I argued that flats would look more professional, but Dani wouldn't hear of it. Besides she argued, I was so used to heels, it would be silly to buy me flats. We wound up buying three more pairs, all pumps, although they had nice design features that made them unique. The final stop was a jewelry outlet she liked, where we got several plain but matching earring, bracelet and necklace sets as well as two more watches. Dani didn't think my glittery diamond ensemble would do for work as it was a bit flashy. To celebrate my new purchases, we stopped at small Italian restaurant for dinner. As a sort of exclamation point for my new look, the waiter flirty constantly with Dani and I. He seemed to really enjoy placing items in front of me, as I could see him eyeing my cleavage with every move. As we left, he thanked us both, by taking our hands and kissing them. Dani had to laugh as we drove off, telling me, that maybe next time we should go out for drinks first, as she was sure I could get some free drinks from the guys with my new looks. Once at home, we changed into our nightgowns and spent the rest of the evening, kissing, cuddling and watching a romantic comedy in bed as I leisurely licked her pussy. Sunday Dani insisted we go to her church, me wearing one of my new, conservative dresses, but otherwise made up as a complete woman. I was a bit terrified to be on display at such a conservative place, but she told me we needed to embrace our new life and not hide. I had to admit, I felt good seeing how well I matched the other females in the congregation. The preacher said nothing more than it was good to see us, as he shook our hands at the exit. Dani took us to a nice restaurant for brunch before we headed home. There she had me strip for her, so she could become better acquainted with my larger breasts. She also fucked me twice. Once from behind, so she could reach under me to fondle them as they hung from my chest and once in missionary style, so she could lick and kiss them. She was entirely supportive of my complete transition. With her curiosity satisfied momentarily, I dressed and began to get caught up in the household chores that had gone undone while I was at Annette's. It was clear to me that even though Dani had moved back toward her more feminine self, she was still in charge and housework was now all mine. I didn't mind, except for when she got a call from James. She curled up on the sofa, giggling and whispering as they talked. I could see she was excited, as she absent-mindedly played with her hair or stroked her upper thigh. I tried not to overreact, but hearing the emotion in her voice made me jealous. It also made me embarrassed that she was openly flirting with a man while I was doing household chores in a dress and apron. I berated myself mentally for being such a wuss to accept this change and for being so stupid in my attempt to have everything surgically corrected. At one point, as I was mopping the kitchen floor, I definitely heard Dani giggle and tell James that she'd like to do that too. It was the kind of open ended answer that made me imagine all kinds of possible questions, most of them sexually oriented. So by the time she hung up, I was mad, jealous, and a worried all at once. But she didn't give me a chance to cross examine her on her call, but pointedly told me she needed some attention. Dani sat back in a chair, whisked off her panties and indicated I was to kneel between her legs. I spent the next 40 minutes or so licking, kissing, and sucking her pussy, while she rubbed her clit, until she had multiple orgasms. She didn't admit it, but it was obvious that talking to James had gotten her so horny she needed me to please her. When she finally told me that I could stop, I wanted to question her about it, but she brusquely told me I should go make us something to eat. She thought we should perhaps go to bed earlier than usual, as I had a big day tomorrow and would want to be as refreshed as possible. That reminded me of the huge change I was starting in my life tomorrow, which I had forgotten about due to her interaction with James. All the emotions I had built up faded away as I thought about how my life was to change radically tomorrow. We ate later than normal and it went quietly. After I cleaned up the dishes and did a few other of my normal chores, I took a long soothing bath to both relax and allow me to shave my legs and body. I wanted to be as convincing as possible when I made my first appearance at work so Dani helped me decide on my outfit before we went to bed. Surprisingly, I slept well and woke up refreshed the next morning. But I immediately got nervous. My job had always been so separate from my home life. I didn't allow problems or concerns to cross the boundaries, in either direction, so in many ways it allowed me to live two lives. At work, I occupied a secure, well-respected position of authority. I directed actions and expected others to do as I asked. I knew what I needed to do and everyone knew how I would interact with them. Now I was unsure about my role and I assumed I would get a lot of astonished stares and create a storm of whispered gossip. I expected that the rumors had already started, since some of my work associates had seen me on Friday. But my biggest concern was how Tim would see me and deal with our supervisor-employee roles. I had kind of compartmentalized his feelings for me as it seemed so unreal. I told myself, that after he reflected on it, that he surely wouldn't still feel that way toward my new identity Hanna. The doubt was greatly influencing my anxiety. These thoughts filled my head as I went through the process of getting prepared for work. Dani had insisted I wear one of my suits, gray with a pink pinstripe. She had coordinated it with a ruffled blouse and 4-inch high heel pumps in a matching pink, light steel gray pantyhose and some pink stone jewelry. Of course, my bra and panty were a soft pink as well. I knew it wasn't coincidental that she had chosen pink for my debut outfit. Dani wanted to make it clear, I had become a woman. It was much more than just embracing a feminine lifestyle, so the most feminine color was needed. After I was dressed, she helped me with my hair and makeup, so that when I left for work I was as perfectly female as I could be. The drive to work was a mess as I was getting more nervous with each mile and I almost drove past the site, as my nerves were failing me. But I parked in my usual spot and headed toward our building. I normally went to my office at the back of the second floor, but today I was to head to the HR department, as Tim had told me to start there. As I entered the building, he saw me. He had been waiting in the lobby, I guess to be sure I came and to help me with the adjustment. His presence both calmed and worried me. As I walked toward him, he moved to meet me. "Good morning Hanna, I'm so glad to see you. That's a very attractive outfit, I think you found just the right look for work. I've alerted HR about your decision and they will be ready to meet with you. I've also consulted with management and we've got a plan to move forward with, that I think will meet everyone's needs. So after you finish at HR come to my office and we can proceed." He put his hand on my upper back as we waked toward the hall leading to the Human Resources Department. Again, this was a totally different approach he took with women as compared to men. I guess he just felt more at ease making contact with them. As we reached the point where he would turn to go toward our offices and I would continue toward HR, he leaned in, so his face was close to mine. He whispered softly in my ear. "I want to tell you again, how much I enjoyed Friday. It was hard to not call over the weekend, as I really wanted to continue our interaction. I hope you feel the same, but in any case I'm happy we connected as we did. Once you get settled in at work, maybe we can talk about us getting together." I didn't want to talk about it in the open hallway, so I just smiled and told him I'd see him in a little bit. I walked away, knowing or at least anticipating that he was watching me. It was hard to imagine, but my heart had sped up when he mentioned Friday again. I had half expected him to act as if nothing had happened at all. It took just a few minutes to get to HR and the receptionist reacted as if she had seen me before, smiling and telling me that Ms. Jenkins would see me in a second. She buzzed her office and quickly told me I could go ahead to room 129. I thanked her, and knowing that with each step I was changing my life in a way that I wouldn't be able to take back. But after seeing Tim, I was less nervous about the changes. Ms. Jenkins knew me or at least knew Hank and when I entered told me to be seated. The next hour was a thorough examination of my new life. She made it clear that company policy was very open to my decision, but that we had to follow certain steps to be sure that all resulting changes met government and company regulations. Of course there was a bevy of paperwork to fill out and sign. She made it clear that I needed to officially change my name if the company was to use Hanna as my new identifier. We could go forth with a provisional name change, but I would need to file legal paperwork with the state to get my new name. I would also need to change other legal paperwork, like driver licenses and voter registration. She suggested I get a lawyer to help with these requirements. Because I had company health and life insurance as well as retirement plans, I would need to send them copies of my name and identifications approvals once they were finalized. But I would be given a new name tag, although on a temporary form, until then. We also discussed how management would like to modify my work assignments. She made it clear that my responsibilities would change, as upper management had selected Justin to take over the group leader spot I had held. She admitted that in reality the company had hired Justin to move into my position, as they wanted all group leaders to have full 4- year college degrees. He was being groomed for the change but the switch was accelerated due to my condition. It was just coincidental that my lifestyle change coincided with their plans, as a change would have occurred anyway. Based on their discussions and input from Tim, it was decided to offer me a position that would be combination of a technical assistant and a secretary. That prompted me to ask if I was changing supervisors. No, I would stay in the same group, reporting to Tim. Again, a move had been considered but because Justin would be a new leader and could benefit from a supportive assistant with knowledge of operations. I was a logical choice. I cringed at that announcement because it was my worst fear. It would appear immediately to everyone in my old group that I had been demoted because of my gender switch. It also meant I would have to practically admit that Justin was better than me. I know it wasn't a written company policy that each group leader have a female assistant but it was generally how it was setup. Most group leaders had a secretary, female of course, and a technical assistant, again female, who did a lot of the busy work and drudgery associated with the leadership position. I had fended off being assigned such an assistant because it seemed to be a demeaning position. I had spread the duties out among the staff, but knowing him, Justin would enjoy having me handled them for him. The group had also been stuck with temporary secretarial help, as all the hiring had focused on adding new engineers, like Justin. I was concerned that now I would be given secretarial duties as well. Ms. Jenkins confirmed that for 'a little while' I would indeed handle that as well as being Justin's technical assistant. She smiled and told me that Tim had confirmed that I had excellent word processing skills and a pleasant office voice that would serve me well in handling that aspect of the position. She continued by complimenting my voice, as it sounded wholly female. Ms. Jenkins had agreed with him, that by saving the temporary secretarial costs, I could remain close to my current pay scale and the company could reward Justin with a pay increase for taking over the group leader position. That told me that I would likely be required to handle both positions for some time. It wasn't the amount of work that made me aggravated, but how the whole process was going to look. I had become a woman, so now I could only handle women's duties. Plus Justin would be getting a big raise after only a few months on the job. I could already tell that working as a woman meant settling for less and having to like it. That aspect was strengthened when Ms. Jenkins informed me that because of my job title I would drop from being a salary position to an hourly position. Which meant I would need to clock in and out each day, could not leave without permission from Justin or Tim, and could not work outside of normal business hours without pre- approval. She told me that my current salary exceeded the maximum for a technical assistant and was way out of line for a secretary, so it would have to be adjusted. That didn't sound good, so I asked if that meant I was getting paid less. I was promised I wouldn't see a drop in pay. She said that she had no choice, as the guidelines were rigid and whomever promised you that, didn't quite understand HR's lack of flexibility. The maximum pay I could receive for straight time pay would only be about 60% of my current salary. However, she could approve automatic overtime for me. By working an additional 8 hours a week, I could stay at 75% of my current pay. She told me this as if management had done me a favor, but I realized it really meant I would be working longer hours at lower pay. It steamed me inside, but I knew I had no recourse but to accept their offer. Then, as a parting shot, Ms. Jenkins gave me some 'unofficial advice'. She told me, that although the company was open to diverse lifestyles, they had never had a trans-gender worker before. She suggested that I be as accommodating as possible, avoid any conflicts, and perhaps accept a few unsavory actions if necessary. If I caused any troubles, management might decide it was best if they let me go rather than deal with a lot of controversy. That was particularly possible now that I was no longer a group leader. Clerical workers and even tech assistants were not unique and I might be easily replaced if I was a problem. She concluded by suggesting I strive to say 'yes' whenever possible. Once I had become someone who was seen as 'regular' again, then I wouldn't need to be so worried about my being kept on. When I finally left HR, it had taken almost the whole morning. I made my way to Tim's office in a bit of a snit because of how it had all worked out. I wanted to ask why I wasn't moved like he promised and what happened to keeping me at the same pay level. But I was also concerned about her advice. I knew I would have to be very careful going forward. When, I got to his office, Tammy his secretary smiled at me as she gave me the once over. I knew I would be getting that look often in the next few days, as co-workers checked to see how much Hank had changed in becoming Hanna. She was very obvious in how she looked me over, but also very friendly. She immediately told me how nice my outfit looked and came around her desk to give me a big hug. I was caught off-guard by this degree of intimacy. Her following comment that she always thought I was uneasy being a man also surprised me. She laughed lightly, as if she was sharing a joke with me and told me congratulations on my improvement. But she also told me that I would find life as a woman not only much different with lots of rewards but challenging. She then buzzed Tim's office to tell him, she was sending in Ms. Stevens. Hearing myself referred to that way, was another eye opener. I had indeed stepped across the line. Tim was standing when I entered. I felt very awkward being in his office. Before I felt like his equal, even though he was technically my boss. I knew my job and was confident that I held the respect of everyone who worked for me or with me. Now I felt like I was standing on uneven ground, being unsure how the other workers would see me. I also felt strange being alone with Tim, as I couldn't help but remember how soft his lips were and how it felt to be held tightly in his arms. My heart was racing, but I tried to remain calm as I knew we had to be professional. He moved around his desk and pointed to the chair next to it. I sat down, smoothing my skirt as I did so. Tim took that opportunity to sit on the edge of his desk, his legs spread open. Inwardly, I smiled as I saw his positioning as a subtle, but effective behavior for clarifying his power over me. Because, this put me slightly in between them and looking up at him, an obvious difference in status reflected by our relative positions. I wanted to ask so many questions, but felt strangely timid, a new feeling for me at work. I reflexively smiled at him, and clasped my hands together on top of my skirt to keep my fingers from shaking. Tim reached over and squeezed my thigh just above the knee where it emerged from my skirt. I knew instinctively that this was a move he must use only with women, as he would never touch a man that way. "I see HR has your new badge, Hanna. I assume you talked about how your work situation is changing, but I want to encourage you about your new life. I think you will be absolutely the perfect complement for Justin. He's got all the training, but lacks your work experiences, so you two will make a great team. I know I mentioned moving you to a new group and it was discussed seriously. But after I thought about it, I wanted to keep you on my team. I see tremendous potential for you, plus the fact that the group needed both a tech assistant and a secretary seemed tailor made for you. Just seeing how you look now, professional but very attractive, certainly fits how we want that position handled. I also selfishly wanted to keep you close by, so we can spend time together at work. I'm sure whatever happens in our personal life will not affect how we work together. So, for the rest of today, I just want you to get settled in, meet more staff, and try to adjust to all these changes. Justin has been informed he will be the new group leader and will be getting set up to do that. He's been at HR this morning as well, taking much of the supervisor training he needed. I went ahead and took the liberty of having your stuff moved from your old office to your new location, but you'll need to sort things out I'm sure. There won't be any surprises for your new technical duties, but you will need to get some briefings and probably take a course or two to handle your new secretarial responsibilities. Things, like proper document prep, how to answer phones, and what you need to do to support the other staff. Nothing overwhelming but just guideline awareness. I suggested to Tammy that she get some of the other girls together so you can eat lunch with them today. I think the sooner you integrate into the women's groups here at work, the better you'll do as Hanna, okay? I mean I'd love to take you out for lunch myself, but it's probably too soon for that. After that you can meet with Justin to start getting your new relationship with him ironed out. That's all I got for now, but do you have any questions?" The whole time he talked to me, he rubbed his hand up and down my thigh. Occasionally he even moved it up under my skirt. I had a hard time concentrating on what he was telling me, as I was both surprised by his boldness and a bit turned on. I could see how my intimacy the other night with Tim might cause work problems, but I found myself surprisingly attracted to him. But I put those feelings aside, as I realized how drastic the changes for my new role at work would be. I loved my old office, it had great views and was large enough to convene meetings or just allow me to pace as I tried to solve problems. I wasn't aware I would have to move, so even before I found out what all I needed to do, I wanted to talk about that. "Tim, no one mentioned me moving. Why wasn't I asked about that? I had everything the way I wanted it and had been in that room for more than seven years. Can't I stay as I was?" He chuckled and moved his hand off my leg and with his other held my hands securely between his. Tim was looking me in the eyes intently, a cross between a forceful stare and a lustful gaze. It was unnerving in so many ways and reminded me how different my relationship was now that I had assumed a woman's role. "Hanna, that office was designed for a manager, that's why you got it in the first place. It is centrally located and larger than most, to accommodate all the needs of a manager position like group leader. Plus it has a nice alcove area attached to the main room. I know you used it as extra storage space for references and older records, but it was designed for a secretarial work station. Now that you have that role for Justin, it made sense for you to take that area and let Justin take the larger room. I mean even the phones are connected which will make you job easier by the way, when he wants you to screen or answer his calls. You've got to remember your new role. Most of the items in your old office would be given to Justin anyway, outside of your personal stuff, so there wasn't much to decide. It was just more expedient to move you and let him have your office. I expect you'll have many more situations like this as you adjust to being support staff rather than part of the leadership team. But don't worry, the other girls will give you lots of pointers. One of the reasons I wanted to keep you on my team, besides having you close to me, was that I knew you could adapt to this new role for Justin. You've always done what is best for the company and been a team player. You've got to understand that by accepting your position and willing supporting Justin as he learns his new role you're helping not only him and the company, but yourself as well. Seeing you in a traditional woman's role in business will make it easier for everyone to accept your transition. As far as your new space, we will set you up with the best, including the latest desktop computer with all the software you'll need to do your new job responsibilities. I know you liked the flexibility of the smaller laptop computer, but that is designed for managers. The desktop set will feature a printer, large screens, and will making data entry and word processing easier and more ergonomic. Also, I had Tammy order the deluxe secretarial desk, credenza, typing chair, and file cabinets. She picked a lovely pastel shade she knew would go well with the wall color and you can have a small allowance to buy some decorative items. I know women like their work spaces to be attractive, homey with a personal touch, so I've allowed for that. It won't be bad I swear." It was even more crushing hearing Tim describe it. Not only was I losing my big office, but the small room attached to it had no window, limited space and virtually no privacy. Plus I knew the furniture he described, rather than the rich walnut desk and chair I had before, I would now be working on a plastic coated inexpensive set. I just hoped Tammy hadn't selected the pastel pink, as I felt like I was being stereotyped enough already. The final straw had been the change in computers. I loved the small surface type computer. I could take it with me and could make drawings, as well as notes, to help iron out production problems. But I guess realistically, I wouldn't have those problems anymore. My office had always been a safe retreat, but now it was gone. I was feeling so anxious about my transition from Hank to Hanna, that I had taken consolation in knowing I could be alone most of my work day. But now, I would be sandwiched between Justin and anyone walking down the hall. Any expectations of privacy were gone. Not to mention that many of my new duties would be catering to Justin. I imagined he would be like the other group leaders, who used their secretaries as status symbols. All of them had their 'girl' answer the phone, as an example, as if they were too busy to do routine chores like that. It was widely known that most group leaders had their 'girl' do personal errands, like bring them lunch, pickup dry cleaning, or drop off packages. I was sure Justin would like that. I had avoided having a secretary or even a tech assistant for that reason. I had come up through the ranks of the company and saw how many managers abused their support staff, just to make themselves look more important. Now my fear was that as Hanna I would be in that position. The little I had worked with Justin, convinced me that he had a penchant for grandiose moves that made him look good. I imagined that he would love the idea that his former group leader was now at his beck and call. That reminded me that Tim had mentioned lunch with the other 'girls'. Did he mean just secretaries, or were some, all of the tech assistants included? All together there were about 15 women in the building assigned to one of those job classifications. I had hoped, again, to remain a bit hidden today, so the idea of presenting myself and my new feminine image to a group of women was not what I wanted to do. "Tim, do I have to eat lunch with the group? I was hoping to just get settled in a little slower. I'm still anxious about my transition. Plus, who all is joining me?" "Oh, it will be fine. I think once you get with the other women, you'll relax. I mean they can help you adjust to work I'm sure. Plus you can chat about clothes, shopping, and all the stuff that ladies like. Let's check with Tammy about who is coming. Tammy, what are the plans for lunch today?" I heard Tammy get up from her chair and come to us. She was carrying a folder of papers for Tim. As she got to his desk, she placed the folder down and turned toward us. I could see her look at me, with a kind of mix between sympathy and unease across her face. "I thought we'd go next door to the sandwich shop. I didn't want to take too long, as all of the assistants and a majority of the secretaries would be there. I just want Hanna to meet everyone, casually you know. I mean everyone there will have known Hank, but like you said Hanna is a new person. I don't expect it will be long, as we normally keep lunch to around a half an hour. But I do want to have Jenny schedule a time when all the support staff can get together. We need to coordinate how we will handle duties that span groups and set up some regular system to cover the phones for one another. We've got something like that now, but with a new person we certainly want to work her in. By the way, the supply company hopes to deliver Hannah's furniture at the end of the day, and the tech group said they would show up first thing in the morning to get her computer online. So she should be all set up by mid- morning for Justin. I hope you don't mind Hannah, but I got you a nice pale sky-blue color. I thought you'd like pink, but they didn't have it in stock and blue would work with the wall colors. But it is a pretty shade. I'll let you two wrap it up, and we can meet you in the lobby Hannah in about 15 minutes." With that she left, I felt a knot in my stomach. I could tell it would be awkward meeting the other women. I imagined that most would be like Tammy, torn between curiosity at what I looked like now and confusion about why I would make such a radical change. They would be uncertain on how to interact with me now, and for some there would be disgust at me for doing this. I knew not everyone understood or accepted trans-gender people and I certainly would be a challenge given that as Hank I portrayed a straight, typical male. For me it would be tough too, as everyone would see this as a step down in rank. Before I had been among the upper levels of the company. Now I was one of the staff, someone whose job it was to please her boss. I could see how the other women would think I was crazy to do this, and might even be threatened by me 'playing' at being a woman. Like most of society, our company had a mix of liberals and conservatives, so I could imagine there would be a bit of judging and distrust, at least under the surface. I just resolved to be myself, or as much as I could as Hanna, be pleasant, and try to get along. I mean to be truthful, I was still conflicted inside about why I was allowing Dani to push me this far, especially since I really didn't feel I was a woman, but only accepted this change because of my condition. Tim and I talked a bit more, I felt like he wanted to be with me longer as I could sense his attraction to me. Finally it was time to go meet the other women. I stood up and he came to me to give a light hug and a quick peck on the cheek, smiling as I left. I made my way down the hall to the lobby. As I approached I could hear the women talking, the higher tones of their voices ringing through the space, although I couldn't distinguish any specific conversations. When I came into view they immediately fell silent with all eyes turning in my direction. I quickly scanned them and realized I recognized everyone, but didn't remember all their names. I blushed as I knew it was because I hadn't seen them as my peers before. I also saw that I was dressed much differently than most of them. Only three of the women had on dresses or skirts. Jenny, the most senior technical assistant who was about 60, had a conservative dress, low heels, and hose. The other two were younger secretaries in skirts with higher heels but like most of the younger women these days, they were bare legged. The rest of them were in slacks and even jeans. They all looked nice, but in a more relaxed way. I immediately felt over dressed in my skirt suit. I also saw a range of reactions on their faces included shock, smirks, sympathy and support. As I reached the group, they sort of formed a semi-circle around me, with Jenny stepping forward. "Hello. I'm glad you can join us on your first day here as Hanna. I'm going to be honest with you, your change is a bit hard for most of us to understand. But we will try to do our best and accept you as you want to be seen. I must admit I am impressed with your appearance. I didn't have much expectations for Hank to really look like a woman, but I was totally wrong. I also like the fact that you selected a nice business appropriate outfit. I'm not sure you really need a suit in your new job, but if it helps you feel more comfortable you are free to go that route. What I will expect is that you follow the procedures for your new position. As you might have heard in HR, you are now an hourly, so be sure to get here on-time and enter the back of the building so you can clock-in and -out. Your time card will be there tomorrow. Since you are filling a dual role position, you'll look to me for guidance on the tech support role and you can check with Annie and Tiffany for secretarial information. They will have a few courses for you to take once your office is setup. Of course, the main person to keep happy will be Justin. He'll be like your office 'husband' and you need to meet his needs in the way he prefers. But for now, why don't we do some quick introductions, I'm betting you're not familiar with all the ladies' names now." I heard a twitter among the group when Jenny used the phrase 'office husband'. It was new to me, but I immediately saw how it applied based on what I had seen from the relationships between other group leaders and their support staff. As we went around the group, each woman told me her name, shook my hand, and told me who they worked for. I knew about half of them, but was glad to hear all the names just the same. I was pretty good at associating names and faces once I knew someone was important for me to remember. I especially logged in who were Annie and Tiffany, as I would be expected to meet with them tomorrow. As I met each woman, I again saw the range of reactions and in fact a couple seemed very reluctant to even shake my hand. When they had finished introductions, everyone looked at me as if they expected me to speak. I did, starting out a bit shakily, my voice climbing from my false lower tone to the higher octaves that were in my actual range. I saw several ladies react to this change, so I decided to address more private issues than I originally planned. "Hi everyone, thanks for meeting like this and asking me out to lunch. I know this comes as a real shock to almost everyone here. My change was not done lightly or without a lot of consideration. It was something precipitated by a medical condition, but I took the final steps as a result of my inner feelings and how my spouse felt about it. I know this may make some of you uncomfortable, and I apologize in advance for your discomfort. I will do my best to fit in and represent my new job positions to be the best of my ability. I do realize I have a lot to learn, perhaps starting with how to keep an 'office husband' happy. I do want you to know that I will be honest about all my changes and if you need to talk more with me to better understand I will be glad to open up. By the same token, I won't force anything on anyone, as for some of you I'm sure you rather not know or be involved. If you are really uncomfortable, tell me and I will keep any interactions with you as limited as business needs allow. I will tell you I have not had a complete sex change surgery, or even been on hormones. But please know I truly feel more at ease and comfortable as Hanna than I ever did as Hank. For example, as Hank I had to artificially speak in a lower register. A tone more appropriate for a man, but now as Hanna, I can talk using my real voice. So I want to thank you all for being so welcoming to me." Everyone had been listening, so as I finished talking a silence settled in on the lobby. Tammy took that opportunity to suggest we go eat. The group followed her lead and we went next door. There we sat around several tables and I talked with many of the women. Several told me they understood and applauded my courage, while a few others did ask for a few more details. Jenny asked how I had changed my voice so easily. I told her, loud enough for others to hear, that this was my real voice and had been this way since I was a teen. Mine never dropped to a lower octave like most men did when I passed through puberty. I had purposely lowered my voice and learned to speak that way for most of my adult life, as it made adjusting easier. So that was one aspect of my transition that was very easy and a relief in many ways. The more we talked, the easier it became to see who might be more open about my condition and who would be best to avoid. By the time we headed back to our offices, I had talked with Tiffany and set up a couple of classes to get the inside scoop on my secretarial duties. I was feeling better now, but it wasn't all positive. I did hear a couple of the middle-aged women, both tech assistants, whispering about me. In particular they seemed offended by how I had gotten surgery for 'fake boobs' so I could fit in. It seems they decided I was really gay and had chosen to play as a woman to cover my desires. I had to shake my head, but I knew I would face more of this. But what really got me was how I had expressed my desire to become a woman as if I had always wished to be one. I knew that was wrong, as I only reluctantly agreed to do what Dani had pushed on me. I felt I was being false but I knew I had few other choices. If I wanted people to accept me as Hanna, they had to feel my change was authentic. By the time I got to my old office, I was feeling really down about how my life had changed and where it was headed. Seeing my new work space, didn't help my emotions any. I hadn't remember how small the space was. Even without furniture it looked tiny. I could see where they had removed the stored material to create floor room for my desk and accessories. I would be facing the open doorway, as secretarial offices didn't have a door that closed. I walked past my new space to look one more time at my old office. The movers had rearranged my desk and two shelves, I guess at Justin's request. I gazed out the window, where I had stared many times before as I made plans for the group and solved problems presented by the production schedule requests. Now it was like looking at my past life. At a life I would never see again, at least as a man. I was getting overwhelmed by sad thoughts, becoming depressed about my choice to become Hanna. Just as I was about to cry I heard someone behind me. I turned to see Justin, standing there looking at me and his new office, his hands planted on his hips as if he were surveying a new kingdom. In some ways he was. I couldn't help but see his big smile and knew for him this was a great day, the exact opposite of what I felt. I softly said hello. "Well hello Hanna. I was hoping to see you today. Tim mentioned you were here, but likely out at lunch with the ladies. We've got a lot to talk about. How we're going to work together, what I expect from you, and details about how I am going to run my group now. I have to thank you, for stepping aside to let me take the reins of the group. Although I understand from your standpoint it was more about you finding a role that was more comfortable for your new identity. I realize that it will be a big adjustment for you and I want to be as supportive as possible. I must say, Don was right. He told me he saw you this weekend and that you looked like you had been a girl all your life. Although, he described you as wearing something a bit more revealing and flirty than a suit. Tell you what, let me help you slip off that jacket. I don't want you to feel that you need to dress that stuffy for me." Justin moved behind me and placed his hands on either side of my jacket. I was surprised he focused on me wearing a suit, but if he had talked with Don then he knew about the skimpy outfit I wore to the reunion. He helped me slip out of the jacket, pulling it off my shoulders, then folding it to place on a side table. Somehow just removing it made me feel more exposed and vulnerable. I knew my large breasts were partially hidden by the jacket and the silk blouse conformed around them. I also knew the blouse material was thin enough that he could likely see the bra outlined underneath. Because I had been in Justin's shoes before, I knew men would check out such things, inwardly assessing my feminine attributes. But I wasn't sure if women knew that men checked them out in such detail or not. I had always assumed that women wore sexy clothes so men would indeed look, but after being in them myself, I wasn't as sure. I shook those thoughts off and turned to face him. He placed his hands on my upper arms, as if holding me in place. I felt like a young girl facing a principal. His smile spread and his eyes focused down and then up my body as if he was a machine scanning me. Finally, looking me in the eyes, he lightly squeezed my arms as he continued to hold me in place. "Yes you are more than I expected, quite attractive, sexy but with the hint of the innocent wife next door. I couldn't have asked for a better representative for my group. You know you're the first person most people will see when they interact with me, so I do want you to maintain a certain standard of appearance. You'll also have standards for behavior and speech too. Again, I couldn't be happy with your voice, however you came by it. I can be sure that when you answer the phones for me, or when people come to your desk to see if I am available, you will present a totally feminine picture. But I would like you to consider something a little less boring, so to speak, for your outfits. I mean, your skirt is fine. I like how it is short and tight. The heels and pantyhose are a nice touch too, I admit I enjoy seeing a woman's legs presented that way. But your top could be a little more revealing. From Don's description, you presented a much sexier image at their party. Something along those lines would do. I mean, you could wear the jacket, if you dropped the blouse." His laugh seemed threatening and insincere. I felt my insides tighten up, as I felt he was treating me like I was a slut or a mindless bimbo. I knew he couldn't legally ask me to dress that way, but I'm sure he felt like the laugh made it seem like a joke. I also knew I was vulnerable, so it wouldn't be smart to disregard his preferences. The warning from HR still rang in my mind. I would need to talk with Dani about possible solutions. I wanted to break free of his grasp as it made really uncomfortable, but Justin had more he wanted to tell me. "As I was saying, just don't be afraid to show off your beauty, okay? That leads me to how I want you to act when you represent my group. I expect you to show me, and the other men working for me, the utmost respect. I know as a group leader you believed in a more team approach, with everyone being more or less equal. That will work, but only so far. I think a group responds much better to a strong, forceful leader. That style fits best for me. And the base of any leaders' strength is respect from those that serve him. That's where you come in. I want you to either address me as Mr. Poston or Sir. The same goes for the other salaried employees in my group. I want the support staff to demonstrate that they understand how their salaries are tied to the success of the management and production leaders. Since for the time being, you are the only support staff and also the only girl in my group, it is especially important that you do as you're told and show your respect by word and deed. I expect that the guys will enjoy having you serve them and making them happy will increase our productivity. I also feel that the top manager should be given perks not available to the others in the group, as a sort of confirmation of his worth. For me, that means I want you on the job before and after I leave. I saw your pay schedule and by adjusting your time that way, you can use your automatic overtime. Using your extra hours to focus on my needs will be a good use of your time. You are to knock before entering my office and you aren't to leave without being dismissed. You will attend my meetings, but only to take notes and serve any refreshments. If we go to a meeting in another room, I'd prefer if you walk next to me, but slightly behind. That way I can call for you if I need, but you won't be in my way. I will have errands for you to do as well, which you can do on your lunch break. You can expect to fetch me coffee, cokes or whatever I want. When I give you an order, I expect you to get to it right away. If I don't hear those high heels clicking around as fast as you can go, then there will be hell to pay. I know officially you are a technical assistant, as well as a secretary, but I think your real contribution will be in handling all the trivial crap so I can concentrate on my job. Talk with Don's girl, Beth I think her name is. She does a good job for him and she probably has some pointers on how to be a good secretary. Finally, I want you to be cheerful, bubbly, and enthusiastic. I want you to realize how lucky you are to still have a nice position in this firm, given your unique condition. So how about we try out our new relationship? Are you clear on what I expect?" I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to basically grovel for him, to fawn over his pronouncements and act as if invented the sun. I hated the idea of submitting to him. His ways of running the group would be horrible, but with his luck would likely produce better results. The description he painted of how I was to 'serve' him, made it clear that he saw me as less than him. I'm sure he felt his promotion was validation of his superiority over me. So I would just have to make my way through this until I could find a way out. So, as he released my arms, I smiled and slowly unfastened the top two buttons of my blouse revealing a hint of cleavage. I then tugged lightly on the hem of my skirt and used the other hand to move one of my curls from the side of my face. I knew these subtle feminine movements would appease him. "Yes Sir, Mr. Poston I think you've made it clear what you want. I'll do my best to support you so we can all be successful. And, please if I am not doing exactly what you want and need in the way you want it done, please correct me as I'm sure you can help me get better. May I be dismissed now? I should check with Beth and a couple of the other girls, so I can start getting everything ready to better serve you." Justin smiled, please both by my actions and sniveling behavior. He waved me away, with a mild admonition not to waste my time chatting away. But before I could go, he wanted a coke from the vending machine. I told him I would get it right away. Remembering his description, I moved quickly, grabbing a few dollars from my purse since he hadn't offered me any money. I felt silly, but I nearly ran as I left his office, my heels clicking loudly on the tile floor as I scurried to get his drink. I returned in the same manner, knocking on the frame of his open door before he told me to enter. I could see his pleasure across his face, which told me I would be repeating this kind of subservient act often. He waved me in and I stood there a moment with the coke in my hand. He was looking at something, I think delaying to make me stand there waiting on him. He seemed to really like the expensive manager's chair that I had handpicked for myself. Finally, he looked up but as he did, he put his left hand on my leg sliding it up the back, past my knee until it was at my mid-thigh. The feel of his hand across my silky pantyhose gave me goosebumps and made my skin crawl. "Thank you Hanna. Next time, be a dear and go by the cantina to get some crushed ice. In fact, buy a set of nice drink glasses to keep in your office for my drinks. I prefer them on the rocks most of the time. I did want to tell you something that I forgot to mention earlier. You made the right choice. That is choosing to be a woman. You're much better suited to be female. Your personality and behaviors fit well with being a girl rather than a man. Even though we only worked a few months together, I saw enough of your low-key, accommodating behavior as a supervisor to know that it was more feminine than masculine. Surprisingly, your body is better suited to it as well. As I said earlier, you are very attractive, especially since you felt compelled to get such large breasts. Plus your voice is soft, sweet, with the hint of a sexy tone when you talk. You make quite the pretty package. I can't wait to see you wrap yourself in some clothes more suitable. So indeed, you did right by abandoning being a man to become a woman. I just wanted you to know that and to know I'll be appreciative of all your feminine skills. That's all, you can go now." While he talked to me, he rubbed my leg through the nylon and as he explained why I made the right choice to be a woman, he even moved it up higher, so his hand was under my skirt, just below the curve of my ass. I so wanted to scream at him and tell him to move his hand, but I knew I couldn't so I just smiled and thanked him for the kind words. Finally, free to go I headed out to talk with some of the other secretaries. By the end of the day, I was exhausted. I just couldn't believe how wrong everything had gone today. So wrong, I didn't even drop by Tim's office to say goodbye. I just got in my car and headed home to Dani. Pulling into the garage, I was ready to break down. My nerves were shot, my emotions at a peak, and I just was ready to release all my anguish. I dropped my purse and briefcase on the hall table and when I saw Dani come from the living room to greet me, I broke down. I began to sob and hysterically try to explain what happened. I was crying so hard my body was trembling. Dani came to me, wrapped her arms around me in a hug, and pulled me to her so I could rest my head on her shoulder. "Oh Dani, it was horrible. The whole day was horrible. I hate work now. Everything that could go wrong, did. I lost my office. Tim assigned me to work for Justin. He's just an arrogant asshole. The women judged me already and some of them seemed set on making my life miserable. I wasn't even dressed right. The lead technical assistant said I didn't need a suit and Justin that pig, just wants me to dress so he can ogle me. The HR lady said I was overpaid and would have to work extra hours and even that wouldn't match my old pay. Everything was just awful." I was really bawling now, letting out all my frustration, anger, and despair. Dani held me tighter, kissed my cheek, rubbed my back, and whispered in my ear to try to calm me. "Oh Hanna, I am so sorry you had such a rough day. Go ahead and cry. Let it out. I know it feels bad to be treated that way. You didn't deserve to be put in such a bad place. It's not your fault, you had no choice but to do this. But it will be okay, we can make it work." She held me tightly for almost ten minutes as all my emotions poured out. As the tears flowed out of me, so did my anger and disappointment. The energy expended by bawling drained me and I finally reached a place where I could regain control. When she felt me slow down on my crying, Dani pulled back a bit to wipe some tears off my cheek. She lightly kissed my lips, which were wet with salty tears. She took my hands in hers and squeezed them softly. "Honey it will be okay, I'm sure. I know occasionally a girl has to just let it all out. A good cry is the best medicine sometimes. Tell you what, why don't you go upstairs, get out of those stuffy work clothes, and put on something pretty and flirty for me. I know you'll feel better in something cute. Then we can have a drink and talk about this more. I want to hear everything in detail, so we can plan what you need to do. I have some news to share too, which I think will make things much better. So go on, change for me and we can work on solutions." Dani gave me another kiss, and let go of my hands. I felt embarrassed now at how hard I had cried and felt like I must have looked like a silly teenage girl. I was well aware of how totally turned around our life was now. Before, Dani was the emotional one, fixated on feelings and conversations, while I was logical and aimed at finding solutions to all her problems. How had my life so completely flipped over? I turned and went upstairs to get some tissues. In our bedroom, I kicked off my heels, immediately feeling the relief in my feet. I had worn heels a lot lately, but not for a full day of walking and standing. So it was nice to stand flatfooted. I took off my suit, putting it in the dry cleaner basket. I unbuttoned my blouse and peeled out of my pantyhose. I had been so tense and emotional downstairs, that my underwear was wringing wet, so I dropped them and the other clothes in the laundry basket. Sitting down to pee, I felt better but still depressed. Seeing my nude body in the wall mirrors reminded me of how my life had changed, but what I really noticed was how my crying jag had ruined my eye makeup and streaked my blush. To be honest, all I wanted to do was wash my face, put on a big tee shirt and loose sweatpants and just pig out on some chips and a beer. But I knew Dani expected me to look pretty for her, so I just wiped off the messy makeup and began to repair my face. Luckily my crying hadn't unglued my false eyelashes and by reapplying mascara, eye liner and shadow I could make my eyes look nice again. The same with my powder, blush and lipstick. I fluffed out my hair and applied some more perfume. Now my face had the look that Dani liked me to show. I went to the dresser, to get my lingerie. Again, despite my desire to just relax, I picked out a bra, panty and garter belt set to wear. I put on the bra, leaning forward to allow my breasts to lay on top of the push-up pads. I hooked on the garter belt and slid the thong panty up around my hips. As I reached to pull back my penis and tuck it into my thong, I felt the regret at how my life had changed. Even in the sanctity of my own home, I had to abandon being a man and hide the last part of my masculinity. I sat down and worked up the silky dark stockings to attach them to the garter clips. With my lingerie on, I looked through my closet to find something right to wear. I settled on a short mini-dress in a flowery print. Its low cut top framed my cleavage and its flared skirt was really too short to fully cover my stockings, but I knew Dani would love how they peaked out. All I needed now was some shoes. I picked up the pair of pumps that we had bought to go with this dress. I dreaded putting them back on, as the heels were almost 5 inches high. But once more, I did what was expected for me, and slipped them on my feet. I could feel my calves tighten as the high heel tilted me forward and my toes ached already from the tight pointed front of the shoes. Maybe after dinner, I could get Dani to take me to bed. At least that way, I could take off my shoes. I checked my body once more in the full length mirror. In the reflection, I saw what I knew Justin wanted to see, a sexy woman dressed to flaunt the assets of her body. But I also knew, ironically, that this was the image that Dani wanted as well. I knew I looked the way she expected, so I headed down to the kitchen to get us both a drink. I saw her relaxing on the deck, wearing a simple blouse and Bermuda shorts with flat sandals. I had been so emotional when I got home, I hadn't even noticed how she was dressed. The contrast in her look versus my outfit, almost made me cry again, but I was so emotionally drained I just smiled weakly at the difference. Following my training, I put the drinks on a tray and quickly tied on an apron, before walking out to serve her. Previously, I would have been so nervous being exposed outside my home. Now I didn't even give it a thought. I gave her the wine glass and took mine and sat next to her. She smiled at me, complimenting on my outfit. "You look so good Hanna. I know it can be cumbersome to dress this way, especially at home, but I love how you look. Now please tell me again, about your day. I think I can help you deal with your issues, or at least understand them better. I know it is difficult, but please try to keep your emotions in check as we talk about them, at least keep your crying under control so you don't mess up your makeup, okay? Why don't you start with how your job has changed?" I went over everything again, this time giving her every detail as well as how it made me feel. She was very sympathetic, giving me feedback where she could. As we talked, it made me realize many of the problems I faced today weren't specific to me, but were more indicative of my new gender than me personally. Certainly, issues like the pay differential between male and female-stereotypical jobs and the sexual harassment by Justin were more common for women than I knew before. With each one, Dani made me feel better. The loss of my office would soon fade, especially because my job would be more social and the greater interactions would take my focus from the furniture to the people around me. I would learn to handle Justin, in fact waiting on him, doing errands, and placing his needs first were things I had already learned to do for her. Plus he was a man, I could learn to manipulate him pretty soon. For example, she suggested I wear my new abstract dress tomorrow. True, it didn't have a really low cut top, but if I wore a garters and stockings under it, I could probably play him like I had Tom. She told me most guys have a real thing for women in stockings and garters. I would find the work itself would keep me occupied without all the stress of the manager position and give me more variety keeping me from becoming bored. That would help me further by making the absence of the window less important. Finally, she smiled, she might have a nice solution for my reduced pay. "Dani, how can I replace the money we lost through my pay cut? I can only work so much overtime and I don't think I can handle a second job." "Who said you had to replace the money? While you were at work having such a terrible day, I got a call from James. He had to see me, so I met him for lunch. He bought me a nice meal and we talked about lots of things. First even though he lived here before, the area was so different, he needed help learning about it, especially the layout of the business community. Second, he needed to move from his hotel, as the company wanted him to arrange a more permanent location. We talked about rental options, but there were conflicts. He didn't like apartments, preferring the layout of a home with its more relaxed feeling such as a deck and a nice backyard. But his work was so demanding, he couldn't handle the upkeep of his own house. Plus this was the first he had ever lived alone, having married while in college. So the loneliness was becoming a big issue. As we talked, and I told him more about my life experiences, he became excited. The company