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Administrative Professionals Day Belladonna David paced in his office while he waited for his secretary to arrive. He had been planning this day out for months. He was going to give Veronika the opening he wished that she had taken the initiative to create since the prior year's Halloween. With Administrative Professional's day coming up, David knew that it was the right time to push the envelope with her. She was going to have an excuse to ask, and he was going to do everything he could to ensure she made the request. David had plotted it out in his mind hundreds of times. It was something that crossed his mind every day for months on end. He was sure that he needed to make it a reality to get it out of his system until, at least, October. David crossed his arms while he continued to pace, feeling his garters pulling against his waxed smooth legs with every step. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to replace his pants with a skirt, but he knew that the time was not right. The sound of the door opening made David start towards the doorway of his office. He caught himself before he ambushed his secretary. He wanted to give Veronika a few moments to take her coat off, put down her bag and settle in at her desk. Veronika smiled while she peered into his office to say good morning to him. David reciprocated before she went to her desk to log into her computer. As David heard her chair pull away from the desk, he started out his door. He smiled while he made his approach. "What do you need?" Veronika inquired, catching his advance out of the corner of her eye. "Well, I was just wondering if...uh...if," David started to ask before he lost his nerve. David's uncharacteristic lack of confidence was striking to Veronika. She teased, "What...if I want to go the Box Social with you? Are we going to go out for a soda after you give me your letterman's jacket?" David blushed at her statement before she laughed while she added, "Out with it." "I was trying to ask you what you wanted for Administrative Professionals' Day." "What I want?" "Yah." "I'd like an Administrative Professional of my own. That would make my job a lot easier," Veronika joked. "No, but, seriously, what do you want?" "Hmm...why not what I asked for?" Veronika responded as David's hopes soared. She smiled as she shook her head for a moment at the fact that David had missed his cue the first time. "What do you mean?" David asked while struggling to contain a smile, as Veronika had answered nearly exactly as he fantasized. "Maybe you can be me for the day, and I'll be you." "Seriously?" David inquired with feigned incredulousness. Veronika nodded with a grin that did not show her teeth. "Oh, just for a day, that's all," David added with a laugh while he tossed his arms up to his sides. "We'll see how it goes. I might be awfully good at it. Maybe, we'd just have to keep it that way," Veronika teased. "I don't know about that," David demurred. Veronika smirked in response to his half-hearted balking. She knew that it was only a front to make it seem as if he really did not want to do it. She shook her head before she decided to tease him, "I guess you're right. It's kind of stupid." David's face fell. "I didn't mean it that way," David replied, scrambling to try to get his plan back on track. "I shouldn't be pushing you to put on a skirt again. I know it was one, oh...wait, only a two-time thing. It's really an unfair request." "No. It's your day! You should be able to get what you want," David explained with a begging tone. "I don't want to impose," Veronika said while she dropped her eyes, enjoying her boss's groveling to get her to change her mind about him being her secretary for a day. "It's not an imposition." "Really?" Veronika asked with feigned hopefulness. "Of course, I'd love to..." "You'd love to be my secretary?" Veronika inquired as her eyes rose to meet his, while she thought, 'Tell me something I don't know.' "That's not what I said," David retreated. "So, you just want to make me happy?" Veronika responded with a smile. "Exactly," David agreed with haste. "Why can't all men be like you?" Veronika joked. "Well, I try to be the best at everything," David answered. "You're the best boss ever," Veronika said with a smile and a laugh before she added, "Let's just hope you make as good a secretary." "Again, I'll do my best," David replied with instant regret for responding as such. "Why don't you do a little research for your role by getting me a cup of coffee?" Veronika responded. "Trying to push your luck already," David retorted. 'No, just pushing a button,' Veronika thought while David took the cup without another protest and started to walk away. Veronika watched him walk for a few seconds before she called out, "Put a little wiggle in that step. You need to have that proper sway in your hips if you want to be my secretary." David shook his head with a smile and thought, 'This is going to the best!' ----------------------------------------------------------------------- David could not remember eagerly awaiting a day more since when he was a child awaiting Christmas. While he never got the Barbie dolls or dresses that he wanted as a child, he sensed that Veronika was going to give him the experience he always desired this Administrative Professional Day. David woke up early that Wednesday morning, knowing that he would need the extra time to get ready for work. He scurried around his apartment that morning, showering, shaving, eating and brushing his teeth before he went into his bedroom to dress for the day ahead. With little time to waste, David moved towards his dresser drawer to select a black bra and panty set. The unusually warm day drew his eyes away from the hosiery he had been planning to wear. He figured it would be too unusual since Veronika never missed a chance to avoid wearing hosiery when the weather allowed for it. David stepped into his panties and pulled them up his legs. Without the hosiery, he knew that it was the best feeling he was going to have all day. His manhood swelled in the silk panties before he hooked the matching bra and pulled it over his head. After David worked his arms through the straps, he paused to adjust them. David then stuffed the cups of his bra with his forms to give his flat chest the illusion of curves before he went to put on the outfit he had selected the night prior. Pausing before the closet door, David reached between his legs and tucked away his limp member that had grown reacquainted with the initially exotic feeling of the silk panties. As David's hands retreated from his manhood, they adjusted the waistband and leg holes of his panties. David then drew the closet door open and smiled at the outfit he had selected the night before. With all pretenses that David was not cross-dresser eradicated from their relationship, David felt uninhibited about his ability to choose an outfit for the day. David reached in and clasped a mixed-media dress with a black, three- quarter sleeved top and an attached, contrast, white and black pencil skirt from the closet. David unzipped the dress and stepped into it. David pulled the dress up his body and zipped the rear closure before his fingers adjusted the boat neckline of the top. The look of his body from the neck down made David giddy. He strolled out of his bedroom with one foot crossing each leg and landing in front of the other while his palms rubbed against the black, faux-leather side panels running down the side of the skirt of his dress. David's hands pulled away from his dress when he stepped into his bathroom to do his makeup. David applied cosmetic after cosmetic to his face to conceal his flaws and make his eyes and lips more pronounced. Smacking his lips to dry the lipstick upon them, he exited the bathroom. David kept it up as he went into his bedroom and put on his wig cap. Once he finished adjusting it over his head, David retrieved the medium length, layered, brunette wig. David pinned the wig in place to the wig cap while he while walked back to the bathroom. David gazed in the mirror while he adjusted the wig. He lingered on his feminized reflection for a moment, wishing that he could make it the image that greeted him in the mirror everyday before he started out of the bathroom again. David went to where he hid his jewelry and pulled out a gold plated tennis bracelet that was decorated with small cubic zirconias. He put the bracelet around his wrist before he hooked the clasp. He then paired the bracelet with a long, three-tiered gold chain necklace and two rings. With his jewelry attended to, David went into his closet to retrieve his shoes. David put on a pair of black, suede, ballet flats with grosgrain crisscross straps. After situating his feet in the flats, David took hold of a pair of black, rounded toe heels to wear once he reached the office. After David stepped into the flats, he put the heels into his oversized pocketbook and started towards the front door. He walked through his apartment feeling at ease with his appearance before he put on a pair of dark, wayfarer style sunglasses to help conceal his identity before he started out the door. David locked the door behind him and smiled at the unusually warm spring air. He enjoyed the sense of rebirth around him while he strolled far more slowly and confidently to the car than he had during his prior excursions en femme. David almost did not care if anyone saw him. He felt more at ease with what he was than he could ever recall. He was determined not to let anything put a damper on this day he had eagerly awaited. David opened his car door. He sat in the driver's seat before he swung his legs inside together. He started the car and pulled it out of the parking lot of his apartment complex. David felt at ease while he drove down the road en femme away from his apartment. He sensed that he was largely invisible despite the public nature of his feminized state. He smiled to himself as he put on music while he drove. As he continued to drive, David started to lose himself in the melodies by female acts that he sang along to, trying to get himself further into the persona he had created for himself. All the Adele, Mariah, Madonna, Lauper, Gaga and Whitney songs he pretended to hate as a man blasted from his car radio during the ride. David enjoyed the feelings surrounding his body during the drive. He knew that Veronika would handle his appearance well. While there had been nerves the year before, they were gone. He knew that he could trust her with what she was going to be seeing from him. It was already old hat between them. As he approached the parking lot of his office building, David's nervousness returned. David stopped singing about who he wanted to dance with and turned the music down once the building came into his view. David pulled his car into the parking lot and made his way into a spot. After he parked the car, David pushed his black sunglasses up the bridge of his nose before he opened the car door to step out of his vehicle. David swung his legs out the car door together. After reaching back to shut the door, David started towards the office building in his flats. He felt every rock that had broken free from the pavement beneath his thin-soled shoes. Despite fighting the urge to grimace at the feelings beneath his feet, the bright blue sky seemed inviting as the sun shinned down upon him while he made his way to the door. The feeling of the warm air flowing up the skirt of his dress made it impossible for him not to smile. David pulled the front door open and made the way to his office suite through the half-tenanted hallway. David tried to avoid the few faces he saw in the common areas on the way towards his office. As David pushed on the door, he realized that Veronika had already unlocked it. He felt a new sense of relief while he entered the office. He felt safe within its walls with Veronika as he made his way into it. Closing the door behind him, David started a few steps into the office. He then paused to swap his flats for his heels. David slipped his flats into his purse before he stepped into his heels and continued through the office. "That's how you think I dress?" Veronika asked as she caught a glimpse of him. "I think it is a fair approximation," David retorted with a shake of his head. Veronika gave him a confused look before David added, "And, what happened to you being me? I certainly don't dress like that!" "Well, if you don't want to look like David Paris, why should I?" Veronika countered with a stern look and a shake of her head. "I'm being serious." "Okay. The truth is I decided that being you didn't seem like a whole lot of fun. Besides, you know I always like to be the prettiest girl in the room." "Is that why you came to work where you're the only who can wear a skirt?" "Imagine if I did. Boy, talk about a miscalculation," Veronika teased. David blushed at her teasing before she said, "You look good." "You do too," David replied. "I love the drop-waist silhouette." "I love those shoes," David reciprocated. "Okay, that's enough generic girly chit chat BS, Stella. I'm running a business here, darling!" "Oh, sorry." "Yes. As you should be. A girl shouldn't be wasting her would be boss's time when she's interviewing," Veronika chided with a wagging finger. "Who's interviewing?" Veronika gave him a curious look before she said, "You." "Me?" "Who else, Stella? You didn't think you could just waltz right on in here and be handed the job of Veronika Shevchenko's secretary did you? Oh, no! A lot of girls would kill to be in your heeled shoes right, now, Stella. And not just because they're so pretty." "I know right," David said while he held out his leg to Veronika's nodding head. "Uh...there you go again, Stella. Your pretty face is not making the best first impression when it comes to work habits," Veronika replied after catching herself for falling into an old habit. "Just give me a shot, Veronika. I'm sure I'll make you proud." "Well, come on inside, Stella, and don't count your chickens before they hatch!" "I won't," David replied while he followed Stella into his office, enjoying the game they were playing. Veronika sat behind his desk and kicked her legs up onto the desktop. David laughed while she leaned back in his chair with her crossed, nylon covered ankles resting on the desktop and her heels dangling off to the side. David could not help but look at her legs and feel that he had made a miscalculation. Veronika formed a finger pyramid before she told him to take a seat. David followed her direction and sat in the same seat she normally chose to sit in when she visited him in his office. "So, Stella, why don't you tell me about yourself?" "You know me," David asked as he crossed his freshly shaven legs. "We've met briefly, but I don't think I know what makes you tick," Veronika lied. "Well, where do you want me to start?" "Why don't you start with what makes you want to be my secretary?" "I think it's a wonderful opportunity for me to work for such a great woman like yourself." "Well, jeez, Stella, you're going to make a girl get a big head with a statement like that," Veronika replied with mock astonishment. "I just think you're terrific." "Do go on," Veronika prodded with a grin. "I've heard such great things. You've got a great work ethic, a winning personality and such an immaculate dresser." "Well, Stella, you definitely racking up points in the toadying and flattery categories." "Thank you, Miss Shevchenko." "Obvious brown nosing by calling me by my last name, you know, some might deduct points for over eagerness, but I'm not one to penalize an eager girl." David nodded before Veronika continued, "So, now, I know why you want to be my secretary, obviously, because I'm so great and you just can't help yourself from kissing my ass, but what makes you think that you'd be any good at it?" "Kissing ass?" David asked for clarity with blushing cheeks. Veronika laughed before she continued, "No, being my secretary, silly. What makes you think that you'd be good at it?" "I'm a quick learner, and I always willing to go the extra mile." "And those are some pretty shoes to walk that mile in, maybe not sensible for a walk, but certainly pretty," Veronika retorted. "Thank you," David responded, accepting the compliment again while his manhood surged between his cheeks. "Well, now, that I know a little about why you're interviewing for the position, let me get a little flavor for how you got here?" "What do you want to know?" "If you had to live your life all over again, what's the one thing in your life you would change?" David froze as he contemplated the answer. It was only the existence of his son and not wanting to give himself away any further to Veronika that made him hesitate to answer truthfully. "I'd probably be more decisive," David lied. "Really?" Veronika asked with raised eyebrows and a shake of her head. Despite her obvious disbelief, David nodded in reply before Veronika asked, "What song best describes your personal ethos?" "That's a loaded word to ask a secretary," David retorted. "I know something about the position, so I'm entitled," Veronika rejoined. "Okay. I'd say it's 'She Work's Hard for the Money."" "A little Donna Summer?" Veronika replied with a laugh. "That doesn't make me gay!" Veronika laughed as she shook her head and responded, "I didn't say that I would have guessed it was 'It's Raining Men.'" David shook his head in reply before Veronika ordered, "Tell me a joke." "What?" "I'll ask the questions, Miss Paris. So, stop stalling." "Uh, OK. So a priest and rabbi...Oh, I can't say that one..." Veronika gave him a confused look as David squirmed in his seat to her delight. She shook her head before he continued, "A pirate walks into a bar with a giant ship's wheel stuffed down the front of his pants. The bartender says, 'Hey, pirate, you got a ship's steering wheel in your pants.' The pirate replies, 'Arrr, it's driving me nuts!'" Veronika shook her head with a smile as she asked, "That was your attempt at a work appropriate joke?" David blushed as Veronika added, "Dirty girl." "Sorry," David muttered as he gazed around the room and clutched at the underside of his chair. "How about a clean joke, please?" "You're really trying to torture me," David retorted as he adjusted himself in his chair and recrossed his smooth legs at the knees. "I don't know what you're talking about, dear." "Fine. A guy took his blonde girlfriend to her first football game. They had great seats right behind their team's bench. After the game, he asked her how she liked the experience. 'Oh, I really liked it,' she replied, 'Especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn't understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents.' Her boyfriend was dumbfounded. He couldn't understand what she was going on about, so he asked her, 'What do you mean?' To which she responded, 'Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it, and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was, 'Get the quarter back! Get the quarter back!' I'm like, hello? It's only 25 cents!'" "Okay. A little misogynistic, but it'll do...from a girl...toots," Veronika replied with a smile. David nodded before Veronika continued, "One last question, Stella, if you had to rate me as an interviewer on a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate me?" "You're an unqualified ten," David replied as he regained his bearings. "Smart girl!" "Thank you." "Well, Stella, that completes the Q&A portion of the interview. So, let's proceed to the next step." "The swimsuit competition?" David rejoined with a smile. "No. That would be scarring on a number of levels, Stella. At my company, we take the high road and just give you a head to toe inspection of your professional appearance to make sure that you meet the image we're trying to present." David's member swelled at the statement. Veronika looked him over as she said, "Well, we've already got your pretty dress covered that's a plus, but no hosiery, that's a definite demerit." "I didn't think it was cold enough that I had to wear them," David responded, trying to defend himself. "It doesn't matter if it's a 110! A girl wears hosiery with a skirt or a dress. It makes her look like a real professional," Veronika retorted with a wagging finger. "Do you know the last time I saw a girl do that when it's..." "It doesn't matter what the other girls do. You want to be a representative of my company." "Okay, I'll keep that in mind," David replied with a smirk and a few nods. Veronika sucked her lips into her mouth before she said with haste, "You know what, forget that point. We have to keep this moving! I have a business to run! We can't dawdle on such trivial points. The hemline is above the knee, but just slightly, very appropriate. That's a point, but what's with the way you're sitting." "What's wrong with it?" "Look at you. If I didn't know better, I'd think you'd been raised to be a man," Veronika teased. "My legs are crossed," David protested. "And at the knees, but that's not enough," Veronika retorted. David gave her a curious look before Veronika explained, "You're slouching. A lady sits up proudly." David complied with her order while she continued, "Now, keep your elbows in and move those legs beneath your chair, but keep your feet pointed. You're trying to appear small and elegant, but you want to draw attention to the shape of your legs." 'I can't pull off small,' David thought even as he complied with her direction while looking away from her and recrossing his legs at the ankles. "And that's another thing, make eye contact. You need to be confident as a woman," Veronika added. "Sorry." "Don't be sorry, just be confident," Veronika chided. David nodded while she continued to look him over and said, "You also haven't been using your hands enough." "Huh?" "Girls use their hands. They're expressive with them." "So are Italians," David countered. Veronika smiled and shook her head before she continued, "That doesn't mean that proper girls don't do it too." David shook his head prompting another reprimand from Veronika, "Never scowl. A girl needs a smile on her face at all times. It makes a girl seem approachable." David nodded while he forced a smile onto his face. Veronika nodded as she said, "Better, but it needs work. That's another point off." "Oh, come on." "Whining, that's another...no, wait...maybe it's not." David smiled before Veronika told him to stand. David pushed himself off the seat. Veronika shook her head as she said, "You're slouching again." David stood up straight before she added, "Roll back your shoulders. You want to stick out your chest." "For who?" "Any nice man that might come along," Veronika teased to the shake of David's head. "Now, lean on one leg. You want to put a little curve in your posture," Veronika continued. David watched her demonstrate and followed along. Veronika nodded at his efforts before she shook her head as David crossed his arms. "What now?" David asked. "Crossing your arms makes you appear standoffish. Put a hand on your hip instead." David shrugged before he put a hand on the hip he was forcing out. "Now, arch your back. You shouldn't always do this, but you should work it into your routine. This one really gets the guys attention because it makes your butt and your boobs look bigger." "I'm not sure that that's a goal of mine." "It is all about the proper appearance of a secretary," Veronika explained. "Uh, huh," David retorted. Veronika shook her head at David's response. "What?" David asked. "Well, Stella, I'm just not sure how you'd workout." "Just give me the chance, Veronika." "After the inspection, I don't know if you can overcome these demerits with the practical portion of the interview. I don't want to waste either of our time..." "I'm sure that I can do it." "Very well," Veronika replied with a huff. Veronika walked out of the office. David followed her to Veronika's desk and watched as Veronika turned on her computer. She set up a word document and told him to take a seat while she got up. David complied with her orders. Veronika put a document down in front of him and said, "You have a minute to type up as much of it as you can." Before David could ask a question, Veronika exclaimed, "Starting, now!" David stared down at the letter and set about replicating its contents into the word document. He typed as swiftly as he could until he heard Veronika scream, "Time." David's heart raced as he wondered how many words he had managed to type. Veronika reached down and clicked on the word count feature and smiled at the result. "75 words in a minute. Wow! That's even faster than I can do." "I was just doing my best," David replied with a sense of pride. "Modesty is becoming of a secretary. So, that's even extra points." David thanked her before Veronika continued, "I'm impressed, Stella. I think you're going to be a true natural at the position." "Thanks." "I'm glad to bring you on, but you know, you're just a probationary employee." David struggled to keep from laughing while he thanked her and said, "I'm sure you'll want to make me permanent." "I have little doubt about that," Veronika replied with a grin. David smiled at her words, even as he wondered if they were meant to send a message that they were not merely doing this as an act. His member twitched at the thought before he dismissed it as nothing more than a fantasy. "So, where do you want me to get started, Miss Shevchenko?" David asked while he got to his feet. "By getting me a cup of coffee, of course!" "Certainly," David responded with a slight bob. Veronika laughed at his action before he went into her office for the day and retrieved her coffee cup. David started towards the coffee machine. He stopped and grabbed his own cup from Veronika's desk, where Veronika had transferred it to before he got in that morning. David made both cups before he started back towards Veronika's office. He dropped his coffee off at his desk first before Veronika took the cup from him. Veronika took a sip of the coffee and said, "This is acceptable." "Uh...thanks," David replied, unsure of what else he should say to such a comment. "Now, Stella, dear, I want you to make four copies of the Degrofft report." "You mean, what I gave you to do two days ago?" David retorted, slightly peeved that it was not done already. "I don't know what you mean, Stella. You've never assigned me anything in my life," Veronika replied with a smirk. "Okay," David replied, realizing that Veronika had deliberately arranged for him to complete his own task. "Remember, you're on the clock," Veronika added while he went to retrieve the report from the inbox on Veronika's desk. "Got it, boss," David replied. "Make sure you do," Veronika retorted while David's manhood squirmed at her forceful tone. David nodded as he carried the report out of the office and over to the copy machine. David grimaced at the 26 exhibit tabs that the report contained. He knew that it would prevent the report from being copied in one straight shot. David disassembled the report and copied the main body of it before he set the four sets and the original face down and began to copy the exhibits. With each exhibit David copied, he took out another set of exhibit tabs and laid them down on each set before he situated the copied exhibit in place. David found the work tedious, but it was easy and killed a surprisingly large amount of time that morning. He was surprised by how quick the work that was keeping him on his feet going back and forth from the printer and counter was making the day go by, even while he kept checking the time on the clock on the phone. When David finished binding together the final copy set, he started back to Veronika's office, clutching the four copy sets and the original to his form-augmented chest. David knocked on Veronika's office door before he carried the sets in and put them on the corner of her desk. Veronika's eyes turned from her monitor to ask, "What took you so long?" David was surprised by the question. He explained the various details of what he had to do to copy and assemble the details. "Stella, don't bother me with the details. Just try to work faster," Veronika chided as she gave his claims a dismissive wave. "I was working as fast as I could...," David protested before he remembered a similar conversation between them when Veronika first started. "Oh, you've got a long memory, Missy," David added with a shake of his head. "It's a steal trap," Veronika noted as she pointed to her temples with both hands before she added, "It's a woman thing." "Well, the package is done, Miss Shevchenko," David replied, falling back into his role for the day. Veronika cast it a wayward glance. She then shook her head and announced, "Oh, no! It most certainly is not, Stella!" "What else needs..." "Where's the cover letter?" Veronika asked with a shake of her head. "I didn't know..." "Go type one up. Do you think the Degrofft Company is going to expect this with nothing in the package to explain why it's being sent?" "I...um..." "Stella, please I'm very busy. Just say you'll do it," Veronika ordered. "I was going...," David began to try to reply. "Just say you'll do it," Veronika replied cutting David off and rushing him out the door. David realized that she was acting much like the way he sometimes did with her when he was inundated with work. David nodded while he carried one copy of the report back to the secretarial desk he was stationed at for the day. David felt excited by the way that Veronika was making him feel the position. She was taking on every trait he had shown as a boss and playing them up in one day. He grinned as he felt his hardened manhood compressed between his cheeks while he sat down in Veronika's chair. He crossed his legs at the ankles before he pulled himself beneath the desk and started to type up the transmittal letter. David used the company's standard template for such letters before he printed out the cover letter and stood up to retrieve it. David carried the letter into his office for Veronika's approval. Veronika peered over to him while he emerged through her doorway. Veronika held her hand out, expecting the letter. David handed the letter over and squirmed as he saw Veronika furrow her brow. She shook her head at his mistake in one sentence. David cringed when he saw her take a red pen towards the short letter. His member swelled to its fullest again as he watched her press the pen into the single page. Veronika returned the page to him without saying a word. David carried the letter out of the office and back to Veronika's desk. David made the one change to the letter before he printed it on the company letterhead and went back into Veronika's office. David gave it to Veronika to sign. Veronika gave David a curious look. She shook her head as she said, "Stella, you know I don't sign these type of short correspondence." "But you sign them all the..." "A secretary signs her bosses name and puts her initials." "But no one knows who..." "Just sign the name and put SP after it in a circle. That's Secretary 101, Stella." "But what if someone asks who that was?" "We'll tell them the truth." "What?" "A secretary signed the letter. That's all anyone thinks or needs to know," Veronika added. David nodded before he stepped out of the room to execute the letter. David signed the letter, trying to mimic the way that Veronika signed his name before he added an "SP" in a circle after the fake signature. David shook his head at the absurdity of falsifying his own signature before he went to copy the letter to make a copy for the file. David then minced back into his office with the letter in hand. He laid it down atop the four copies before Veronika gave him another shake of her head. "What now?" David asked. "Where's the FedEx label?" "I was going to make it..." "Stella, please give me a package as a complete set. All copies, Cover Letter, FedEx ready to be stuffed and sent so I can make sure it all goes out right. I don't like looking at things in piecemeal. I don't have the time," Veronika rebuked while David felt aroused at being lectured like a bad child. "Yes, Miss Shevchenko," David replied dutifully. "Thank you," Veronika responded with a dismissive wave while she sent David out of the office to prepare the FedEx label. Veronika smirked at the sound of David's rapid typing while he prepared the label on the website before he put the label on the delivery envelope and brought it into his office. Veronika took the whole package and stuffed it before she told David that he could close it up and send it out. David nodded while he closed the package and started for the office door. David tried his best to avoid the eyes of the two conversing people in the hallway as he walked with feigned confidence out the door to put the package in the drop off bin. After he heard the thud, David started back to his office. He caught someone he did not recognize give him a glance. David felt relieved that the woman refrained from offering him a second more scrutinizing gaze before David scurried into the safety of his office. Once David sat down at Veronika's desk, he heard the phone ringing. Instinctively, David picked up the phone and answered with a greeting and the company name. The man on the other end laughed as he said, "David, Veronika's got you answering your phones, now?" David blushed while he lied, "Jeff, I saw it was you and knew I had to pickup." "Anyway, David I was calling to see where my report was." "It's all wrapped up." "Okay. When can I expect it?" "We're sending it to you today. I'm seeing to it personally," David said with a smirk he was happy that Jeff could not see at the moment, among other things. Jeff was happy with the response before they finished their conversation. David then hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing David hang up, Veronika laughed to herself about his conversation before she asked for another cup of coffee. David hurried into the office to get her cup before he minced towards the coffee maker again in his pencil skirt-constricted stride. Once it was finished, David put the cup down on Veronika's desk before she asked him to start working on a spreadsheet for her. David nodded and went back to his desk for the day and crossed his legs at the knee. He worked his feet free of his heels to give them a rest while he inputted the numbers before Veronika had him take a break to call in their lunch order. She dictated it to him by yelling through the open door while David jotted her unusually complex order down before he placed it. About 30 minutes after the order was put in, Veronika went out to pick it up. David continued to work on the spreadsheet while Veronika left the office. As Veronika made her way to the eatery, she grinned at the sight of the shopping center that was coming into her view. Veronika nodded to herself while she turned off the road into the shopping center to get her secretary for the day a present. She parked her car and headed into a pharmacy. She made her way around it until she came to the place where the store offered a limited hosiery offering. There was not much in the way of choice that the place offered, but they had exactly what Veronika wanted David to experience. Veronika reached up and took hold of the low denier, sheer, nude pantyhose and gazed at the sizing on the package. She put it back as she realized that it was slightly too small for her boss. Her eyes searched for a pair labeled "Tall" until they came upon it. With the pair in hand, Veronika started towards the cashier and paid for them. The cashier put the package in a bag before Veronika left the store and continued on her way to the eatery. After picking up the lunch, Veronika drove back to the office. She walked into the building carrying two shopping bags. David greeted Veronika as she entered the office. Veronika raised her right arm and handed him the bag containing the pantyhose. David smiled as he expected to take a bag of food from her. He was surprised by how light the bag was. "What's this?" David inquired. "It's my little gift to you." David gave her a curious look before he opened the bag and peered inside. David's eyes widened at the sight of the thin box reading "Ultra Sheer." David peered up from the package while he asked, "You're really going there." Veronika nodded before she said, "I told you that I expect my secretary to look professional. Putting those on will add a few points to your ledger." "I'll put them on after lunch," David said as he went to place the package down. "No way. You're putting them on right now. I'm not letting you spend another minute looking like you just rolled off the beach, put on skirt and thought you were good to go." "Are you going to be wearing pantyhose come July?" David asked. "Bosses are subject to different expectations," Veronika answered dismissively as she shoed him towards his office. David shook his head while he walked into his office. He locked the door behind him before he slipped his feet out of his 3.75' high heeled pumps. David set about opening the package after he removed his skirt. Once the pantyhose were freed from their packaging, David sat down on a guest chair and began to roll up the hose from hip to toe. David enjoyed the feeling on his hands and wondered why he ever thought about going barelegged that morning. With the gathered pantyhose in hands, David's hands descended to the floor. He slipped his left foot into the hosiery first. He curled his toes as he did so, pushing them up against the seam, trying to avoid snagging the delicate fabric with his toenails. He then repeated the process with his right foot. David alternated from side to side as he carefully pulled the pantyhose up each leg a little at a time, pausing to smooth out to wrinkles in his hosiery as he did so. David enjoyed the sensation as they were pulling up against his smooth legs. Once the hose reached his thighs, David stood up and used both hands to guide the pantyhose over his thighs and hips. David grinned at the sight of his legs while he slipped his shoes back on before he started towards the door. David walked out of the office under Veronika's watchful eyes. Veronika grinned as she said, "There, you look a thousand times better already." "You think it makes that much of a difference?" "Of course. You look so much more professional and sexy," Veronika teased. "Aren't those mutually exclusive?" Veronika laughed as she shook her head before she said, "Don't you realize what a little hosiery does for you?" "You complain about them..." "Because they tear easily and get uncomfortable in the summer. That doesn't mean they don't serve a purpose." "What's that?" "Just think about what your legs looked like before. Now, take a look at them. Don't they make your legs look nice and slender?" "No," David replied as he looked at his muscular legs. "Okay, skinnier," Veronika replied with a shake of her head. David gave a begrudging nod before Veronika added, "And they help hold in your stomach and your thighs. It makes you look thinner." "It does," David said with a nod while he shifted his legs in his heels so could get a clearer look at them. Veronika struggled not to laugh at the one leg forward, one leg back stance David had taken to glance down at his legs before she added, "The shimmer makes them appear thinner too." David nodded again, enjoying the details that Veronika was giving him before she continued, "Now, the opaque tights you wore last wear, they make your legs look even thinner because they give your legs one long, slim line and cover up any bumps or flaws." "Really?" "They also draw attention away from your legs if you wear a brighter color top or dress. Eyes are attracted to color. So, if you really want them to focus on your curves, that's what you've got to do." David gave cast an askance glance at her before he asked, "And who would I want to take a good look at my curves?" "Women dress for other women," Veronika explained. "Uh, huh." "No. It really is a competition. We don't dress for men. Men don't care what we're wearing." "I've got a news flash for you! A guy looks at a girl more if she's wearing a dress or skirt more than if she's wearing pants." "Yah and a guy looks at her a lot more if she's nude. Men don't care about the details, hun," Veronika countered. David laughed at her comment, feeling that it was mostly true before they walked into the conference room to eat. As David sat down, he crossed his nylon-covered legs at the knee after he brought them under the table. David and Veronika chatted about their personal lives. David enjoyed hearing about her most recent ill-fated dates, while he told her his latest stories about his son. While David finished eating, Veronika stood up, having finished first. David watched her walk out of the room leaving him with his thoughts. A few moments later, Veronika returned to the room carrying a roll of paper towels and a bottle of glass cleaner. She smiled as David asked, "What are you doing?" "Just getting you ready," Veronika answered, happy that David took the bait. "Oh, thanks for thinking of me," David retorted. "Anytime. Now, don't dawdle," Veronika chided while she walked out of the room. David rolled his eyes while he took his final bite. David then tossed his wrapper away before he stood up. He tore off a few paper towels before he sprayed down the tabletop with the cleaner. David leaned across the table, feeling the hemline of his dress creep up his legs as he did so. He enjoyed the repeated girlish sensations while he made his way around the table. As David threw out the soiled paper towels, Veronika called out to him from his office, "I've got a few documents for you to file, hun." David walked into the office and asked where they were. Veronika replied, "They're in your inbox." David's eyes turned to the empty inbox on his desk before a smile came to Veronika's face as she corrected him, "I said YOUR inbox. You know, the one on YOUR desk." "Ah, got it," David said with a grin and a renewed stirring between his legs. David went to Veronika's desk and reached into the inbox. He shook his head at the pile of documents that Veronika had let build up. He had no doubt that she had done it with the idea of him having to put them away once they swapped roles for the day. He shook his head and started to go through the drawers to put away the documents. He made subfolders and tucked them away, while others he was able to file directly into the redwell folders. As David leaned over one of the cabinet drawers, a file slipped from his hand. David struggled to catch the file, twisting in his work dress as he did so. The side of David's knee banged into the side of the cabinet as he caught the file. "Shit," David exclaimed as he looked down and saw the tear in his pantyhose. "What happened?" Veronika called out. "It's nothing," David answered as he closed the file cabinet drawer. "I'll be the judge of that," Veronika said as she walked out of David's office and caught sight of the run in David's pantyhose. She struggled not to grin at the sight. She had deliberately bought him a pair of low denier pantyhose to increase the chance that he would put a run in them. "Oh, my god, Stella. How klutzy can you be? It's only been an hour!" "I'm sorry." "This is why you need to have a spare pair in your desk at all times." "I didn't know...I'm..." "You can use my nail polish, but I don't think it's going to save them for the day," Veronika lied as she told David to dap a little of the clear nail polish on both ends of the run. Veronika shook her head as he complied and put the applicator back in the bottle and twisted it closed. "You really need to present a more proper ladylike appearance, Stella." David blushed before Veronika yelled and "Stop, slouching. Between the run and the slouching, I'd figure you were a ten year old boy who just raided his mommy's closet. David's cheeks were flushed red as he relived those years in his head before he said, "I think you'd quit if I talked to you like that." Veronika smirked as she replied, "Well, I've got a little more latitude since we both know you wouldn't quit because I'd tell everyone that you passed yourself off as a woman to apply to work for me." David gave her a confused look before Veronika smiled and laughed at his reaction. David shook his head before she told him, "I do mean it though. If you're going to wear hosiery, you've got to carry a spare pair if you want to work here." "I'll keep that in mind." "Be sure that you do," Veronika replied with a serious expression. As Veronika walked back into David's office, David turned his attention back to Veronika's work. He finished a few reports for her and filed away some papers before the workday came to an end. "Well, that was a good first day, Stella. I just might have to keep your pretty face around," Veronika said with a smile as she walked out of his office. "Thanks," David replied, reciprocating her grin. "Let me take you to dinner." "I'm really not dressed for it." "I think you're dressed to impress," Veronika replied. "Well, not for the public eye," David rejoined. "Come on, why don't we go to this cute place in Chelsea." "In the city?" "There's a nice place where you can be you." "And that is what exactly?" 'Don't make say it,' Veronika thought before she said, "A lovely girl." "I'm lovely now?" "You always were. So, come on." "Alright, but I'm paying," David insisted. "I wouldn't have it any other way," Veronika responded with a grin. "I knew it," David replied with a shake of his head before he left with Veronika. After Veronika locked up the door for him, they went to his car. David inputted the address of the restaurant into his GPS before Veronika got into the passenger side seat. David paused to open his purse to retrieve his flats. Veronika watched with a nod to herself as David swapped his heels for his driving flats. David started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. The two made small talk as they made the long drive towards the gay friendly neighborhood. Veronika was amazed by how relaxed David appeared while he was driving on the congested roads despite his appearance. There was none of his typical unease about being seen en femme. "So, you really think this place will serve me?" David asked. "Oh, they serve way worse than your kind," Veronika replied. "What's that supposed to mean?" "You're not the ugliest girl that's ever been in those walls." "I would like to think I'm a least better than one," David replied with a smile. "No one's going to look at you like you're an oddity. The great thing about a place like this, Stella, is that no one cares." David smiled at the thought. He parked the car at a garage few blocks from the restaurant before he swapped his flats for his heels again. His feet started to ache more the second they resumed the pitch they had been on for the entire day. Veronika struggled to keep from laughing at David's noticeable discomfort while he changed his shoes again. She bit her tongue from saying something that might draw them attention. Veronika took the initiative for David and got the ticket for the car from the garage manager. She could tell that the man knew what David was and was not a fan of such people despite their prevalence in the neighborhood. David clutched his purse as he walked up the sidewalk with Veronika. Veronika kept her eyes open and watched him as he walked with a pronounced sway in his walk. It seemed comedic to think that he had once seen him as a tough man, but she knew he certainly was at one time. She had met some of his friends from the service, and he was regarded as tough, even among them. She wondered what they would think if they saw him walking down the street wearing a dress, high heels, makeup and jewelry. She figured that the same thoughts had to be going through David's head every time he dressed up. Despite feeling sorry for David, Veronika forced a grin onto her face as they continued walking. David opened the door for Veronika. Veronika gave him a curious look before he admitted, "Force of habit." David and Veronika made their way through the half filled bar and told the hostess about the reservation Veronika had called in from the road. He noted that their table would be ready in a half hour. They then turned and went to the bar and each ordered a drink. David paid before they started to chat. As they talked, David saw a guy giving him an inquisitive look. "He's trying to scope me out," David whispered to Veronika. Veronika shook her head, knowing that there was little to conceal the fact that David had been born a man. The man started talking to a friend, while David turned and talked with Veronika. As they talked, the man and his friend made their way over to David and Veronika. "Hello, ladies," Aaron said. "Hi," David replied while Veronika smiled at the men. Aaron turned his attention to Veronika and complimented her outfit. David joined in before the guy that had been eyeing him out said, "This is absolutely random, but I just have to say how pretty you look." David blushed at the flattering remark. He withdrew a little, even as Veronika continued to make friendly conversation with Roman's friend. Noticing David's reactions, Veronika asked, "Can you excuse me for a moment, I've got to go to the little girls' room?" "Of course," the men said. David watched as Veronika started away before she asked him, "Aren't you coming?" "Oh, sorry," David replied as he got up with haste to follow Veronika towards the restrooms. "Must be a new girl," Aaron muttered to Roman while David scurried behind Veronika. David paused before the bathroom, feeling like a pervert to be entering it. Veronika grabbed and yanked him in behind her. "I can't be here," David whispered. "See all the stalls. It's okay," Veronika retorted before she started to touch up her makeup. "You're not going?" David asked. "No. I was just freshening up." "You know he's gay right?" "Noooooo! Really! Imagine that a gay guy in Chelsea." "Okay. I had that coming." "You bet you do. We both know that guy is after you. The other is trying to be a cute wingman." David nearly shook in his heels as he heard her words that he knew were true. "It's okay, Stella." "I'm not so sure." "It's perfectly natural for a guy to flirt with a girl." "I know that, but we both know...," David replied before trailing off. "They know it too," Veronika counseled, knowing that there was not a chance that they saw David for anything other than what he was after interacting with him. "I've only been with girls. I've never flirted with a guy before." "Well, get back out there and start practicing." "But, I don't know if I..." "You don't where it's going to lead, Stella. That's the fun of it. You can't tell me you haven't thought about it before." David blushed at her words. Veronika smiled before she said, "Freshen up your lipstick, hun." David nodded as he pursed his lips and coated them with a fresh layer of lipstick before Veronika asked, "Didn't you ever wonder what it was like from the other side? Hell, even I do sometimes." "I suspect it's better to be on your side." "The pursued?" David nodded before Veronika added, "Well, today's your lucky day, somebody out there sees you as a hot piece of ass." "You did everything but thrust when you said that," Jim responded with a grin. "Well, I'd like to think that gay guys are a little classier than straight guys." "Let's hope they stay classy," David said as he turned towards the door. "Where would the fun be for me in that?" Veronika asked while she followed David out of the bathroom. David and Veronika walked back out to the bar room and sat down at the bar again. The two men started chatting again with them. David smiled at the man's words as he decided to immerse himself in the role of the girl as best he could. Veronika watched him with a smile as he spoke with a higher voice with Roman than he had been using all day. David seemed to hang on the man's words, laughing whenever he felt that the man was trying to be funny. She nearly spit out her drink as she caught him smiling and looking down shyly. David felt oddly submissive and turned on while the man tried his best entertain and seduce him. David thought to himself, 'I could listen to you calling me beautiful all day.' As Veronika continued to watch him, she was finding herself oddly excited by seeing David flirting with another man. She shook her head wondering why before she figured it had to be because of how happy he seemed for once. All of his normal self-loathing and self-doubts were absent at that moment while David flirted with the man. While the man continued to engage David, David put his hand on the man's shoulder while they talked. The man reciprocated by starting to caress David's knee. David's manhood swelled at the feeling while Veronika's eyes widened at the sight. "Holy shit," Veronika muttered to herself. "What?" Aaron asked, hopeful he had not offended her by talking about his boyfriend. "Nothing," Veronika lied as she smiled at Aaron. She went back to talking with Aaron as her mind focused on what her boss was doing. Her initial astonishment dissipated the more the she thought about it. She realized it was not merely about looking like a girl for David, it was about being a girl and becoming one. 'He's a fucking girl,' Veronika thought to herself about her boss before Aaron interrupted Roman and David's conversation with a question. As they all continued to talk, the hostess walked over to David and Veronika and said, "Ladies, your table is ready." "Oh, it is," Aaron joked before he smiled and said to the hostess, "Oh, you were talking to them." The hostess nodded. "Oh, thank you," David said to her as he stood up. "Do you guys want to grab dinner with us?" Veronika inquired. "We'd love to, but we have to meet up with some friends," Aaron replied. Roman gave a sullen nod before he said to David, "I'd really like to see you again. Can I get your number?" David blushed and put his cheek into his shoulder before he told Roman his number. Roman smiled as David added, "I don't have a voice mail message to discourage cold calls. Don't let it stop you." Roman grinned while he said goodbye and walked out of the restaurant with Aaron. David gave the guy a smile in response while he walked out the door. "What a nice guy," David said to Veronika as they followed behind the hostess. "He's hoping you're a bad girl," Veronika teased. "Oh, please," David replied. As they were seated at the table, Veronika responded, "Well, anyway, that was something, Stella. You've got some game." "Oh, don't get me started," David replied with blushing cheeks. "I never knew that you were a schoolgirl at heart." "Please," David replied half dismissively in effort at self- preservation. "That guy was cute." "In a gay sort of way." "Well, what sort of way is a guy that goes for a girl like you?" David blushed at her words, hating the fact they were true. He shook his head as he said, "It doesn't really matter." "Why's that?" "I'm never calling him back." "Then, why did you give your real number instead of 867-5309." "I'd give him more credit than that." "It's worked for me." "Well, I guess if you only listen to metal or rap you wouldn't get the reference." "It could be. I wonder if he's a metal or rap fan." "Some things will remain a mystery," David replied. "Why won't you call him back?" "You know why!" "Because you're not a girl," Veronika responded with a sympathetic nod. David responded with a sullen nod of his own. "I think you are girl." "The hell I am," David replied. "Yes, you are. Maybe not everyday, but it's in your heart. You can't tell me that you think that you're really a guy. "I'm completely guy. Do you know what I've done in my life. I've..." "Done everything you could to run from it, but, here you are. All those medals and you're still wearing a skirt." "Now, wait a minute..." "It didn't make the feelings going away. Everything you tried. It's still there." "Yes," David admitted, dropping any pretense that she had read him wrong. David was on the verge of tears as Veronika put her hand over his and said, "It's okay." David sniffled before he retorted, "It's not okay. It's too late. I wanted to transition when I was a teen, really even before that. There isn't a day that I don't look back at pictures of what I was back then and think what I would look like if I never went through puberty to become this mess." "You look lovely," Veronika replied, trying to cheer him up. "I look like a linebacker in a dress." "You don't look like a linebacker." "I'm too big." "There are girls your size." "What, in the WNBA? Where else?" "You're too short for the WNBA, sister." "Where do see girls my size?" "I see them all the time." "No. You don't. You see them sometimes. If I was a girl, I'd be an Amazonian." "Some guys like that." "Well, I'm not one of those guys." "No, but you could be one of their girls," Veronika retorted. David shook his head as she stroked his hand and said, "It's a different time, now." "It's not all that different." "How can you say that?" "You think just because of Jenner, Jazz and Cox and some others that everything's changed..." "Something has changed." "Slightly. It's better, now, than it was, but that's not really saying much. There's still a lot more that are disgusted by it than are okay with it." "How do you know?" "I have a pair of working ears, and I pickup on that sort of thing." "But girls have a lot more support." "They do. There's more of a support network, but most still go through the pain and humiliation. That's why I thought with..." "What?" "Nothing," David replied with a dejected expression. "It's about your son." David nodded in reply. "When you thought he had the same feelings..." "I wasn't going to let him make the same mistakes that were forced on me," David finished his secretary's sentence. "You can still change things for you," Veronika responded while she stroked his hand. David shook his head in reply while he said, "I couldn't do that to him. Plus, I'd never see him again. My ex is well... "A total bitch," Victoria finished his sentence. David laughed at the remark with a nod before his expression grew sullen again. He shook his head as he said, "There's nowhere even to start." "Well, the first place is at home." "That's taken care of." "Then, it's on to work." "I can't keep it up." "You must." "How can I do that?" David asked. "If David's not meeting someone, why should you be in pants?" Veronika retorted. David smiled at the thought of spending most workdays as Stella. It seemed too impractical though. He shook his head as he replied, "I couldn't do that." "Stella, as your boss, I insist," Veronika said with a grin. "Well, if you insist," David replied with a shrug and a smirk. Veronika shook her head with a smile before she started to laugh.