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The Dress code:
My father owned a small department store. He employed about 50 full
time staff but would recruit additional staff in the summer and winter
holidays. I knew that his female employees had a problem with his dress
code but what I did not know I was about to find myself at the centre of
a feminist revenge story.
When I visited Dad's shop I always admired his sexy shop assistants in
their miniskirts, with their high heels and transparent blouses. They
were some of the sexiest ladies I had ever seen in a shop. Each one of
them could be a model. Above all I enjoyed the store's lingerie shows.
I had finished school for the summer and needed a job to help me pay for
college next term.
Dad sorted out an interview with his Human Resources manager, Amy, and I
was told at the end of the interview, to come to an induction day in 3
days time when I would be issued with a company uniform and told about
what was expected of me at work.
I was provided with a copy of the company dress code, (which I knew from
Dad some of his female employees grumbled about,) but I thought nothing
of it as I understood the men at work didn't have a problem with it. So
I didn't bother to read it.
On my first day at work there were 25 of us. I was introduced to my
colleagues as the managing director's son. This meant that apart from
the fact that my colleagues were mainly women I was further isolated due
to my father owning the company.
Then the other 4 men were assigned jobs in the warehouse as they had
stronger builds than I did and were considered more suitable for manual
labour but I was assigned to the shop floor with the female employees.
So I was now alone.
Before we were issued with our uniforms we were advised to read the
dress code, if we had not done so, and let Amy know if we had any
questions about it.
The dress code stipulated:
"Female employees are expected to wear pencil skirts or miniskirts.
Female employees who work in management are permitted to wear trousers.
We are a multi faith employer and respect the religious requirements of
each of our employees. Female employees whose religion prohibits them
from wearing skirts will be permitted to wear trousers.
An employee will not be permitted to change from wearing skirts to
wearing trousers or wearing trousers to skirts until she is promoted to
a management position or has a sex change.
Employees will wear the uniform they are assigned by Human Resources."
It turned out that Amy had failed to note that one of my new colleagues,
Aisha, was a Muslim and therefore exempt from the skirt requirement.
Unfortunately when ordering the uniforms Amy had ordered only one man's
uniform for our induction.
"I am sorry Anthony but you will have to wear a women's uniform. I
think we have a miniskirt in your size..," Amy smiled.
"But I am a man," I protested. "Men don't wear miniskirts!"
"Well, you have seen the dress code and you will have noted that you
must wear the uniform assigned to you by me. So if you want this job
you will have to wear the same uniform as the other ladies in this
room," Amy said firmly and forcefully. "We are an equal opportunities
employer and we do not discriminate against people on religious grounds
and people's religious beliefs must not be infringed. There is an
absolute prohibition on Aisha being required to wear a skirt. Although
the dress code sets out different clothing regulations for men and women
we have to read the Code in the light of national gender equality
legislation. If you were transgendered and wanted to wear a skirt
should the dress code be read as excluding you from wearing a skirt just
because you were assigned male at birth? The answer is no. Therefore
the next question is should you be given different treatment if you are
transgendered than if you are cisgendered? Again the answer is no.
Therefore if you are entitled as a trans woman to wear the uniform
assigned to you, you are equally entitled to wear it as a cisgendered
man."
My objections were falling on deaf ears and my female colleagues seemed
rather amused that the son of the company's owner was going to be
dressed like them. I guessed this was some sort of hazing ritual and I
would be able to dress as a man tomorrow. Besides Dad owned the
company, I was sure he could sort this out. I would play along for now.
I wondered what I would look like dressed as a woman.
"Now don't worry, no one but you will know you are a man by the time you
go onto the shop floor. Let's have your measurements," Amy said
measuring me with a tape measure. "Let's see, 36b and size 14. As luck
would have it, this uniform is a size 14."
Amy handed me a white blouse and a black miniskirt.
"Now if you are going to pass as a woman you will need to be dressed as
one."
I blushed. I didn't want to be dressed as a woman but I needed the job.
I thought to myself again that I would play along for now and see Dad to
sort this issue out later.
"Louise, get me a dark red bra, matching panties and suspenders , and
some black fishnet stockings in Antonia's size. And some size 8 black
patent stilettos with a 6 inch heel as the dress code requires him to
wear 3 to 6 inch heels. Now Anthony, go to the men's changing room, for
the first and last time, take off your clothes, have a shower, using
this veet cream all over your arms, legs and chest. You rub it in,
leave it for three minutes then wash it off. It's a depilatory cream.
Then put on your lingerie and put your male clothes in this black
plastic bag and come into the ladies room."
I learnt quite quickly what depilatory cream meant as I watched my body
hair wash down the drain. This was starting to feel rather more than a
hazing ritual.
"Woah, naked as the day she was born!" teased one of the warehouse guys
called Steve, who had heard of my fate from his girlfriend.
I felt uncomfortable putting on my lingerie in front of him so all I did
was put on my panties to wolf whistles from Steve and one of the other
guys from the warehouse who joked, "I didn't know the ladies changing
room was so full that they are now dressing in here!"
I picked up the rest of my lingerie, my blouse and skirt and my black
bag and went through to the ladies room as I had been instructed to do.
I was ordered by Amy to give her my black bag which she took away with
her and told off for being the only member of staff to not be wearing a
bra in the ladies room.
Amy then stuck breast forms to my chest which she just seemed to have
lying around. She said she would show me how to remove them after work.
I was shown how to put on my bra, suspender belt and stockings. Having
done so I looked at myself in the mirror and was surprised at how
feminine my body looked now it was a hairless as the other girl's bodies
and I started to wonder if Amy's mistake in not ordering a male uniform
was as accidental as it had appeared.. I worked out how to put on my
miniskirt on my own and my transparent white blouse, it was just a
question of doing up my buttons on the other side and zipping myself
into my skirt before swivelling it round so the zip was behind me.
When I looked at myself in the mirror I was immediately conscious of how
my bra was visible through my blouse and remembered how I used to admire
the girls working in my father's shop because of the revealing clothes
they wore.
Then came a lesson in how to sway and glide in my heels rather than walk
like John Wayne as I was told all men did to a greater or lesser extent.
When I had mastered or should it be mistressed the walk I was taken to
the perfumery department for a private session where I was taught how to
do my own makeup and fix my wig (until my hair was long enough not to
need it). By the time they had finished with me I was now looking like
any other female member of staff. It was weird, as a man, to be
sexually turned on by how you looked as a woman but I had a long auburn
ponytail and impossibly long eyelashes. My lips were an irresistible
red that simply screamed "Kiss me!"
It was time for lunch. I was disappointed that the only food available
was salad and was told it was because we girls had to watch our figures
in order to look our best for the customers. The food we had available
was high in phytoestrogens and most of it had ground flax seed or
lentils with it or both. The milk we had with our tea was soy milk. I
was now not only going to be dressed as a woman but I was also going to
be eating a feminised diet as the majority of the staff were women and
the men who worked in the store were vegetarians or didn't seem to mind
eating tofu instead of real meat.
I sat down at a table with some of the new girls. One of them, Martha,
asked me if I minded being dressed as a girl. I said it was strange,
not wanting to tell her how turned on I was by how sexy I looked because
she was what you call a girl next door. She was going to be working in
the changing rooms as she was not quick enough on the tills. I needed a
friend and somehow I knew a girl shouldn't boast about how beautiful she
thought she herself was if she wanted to have any friends.
It was odd, Martha was just the sort of girl that as a boy I would have
wanted for a girlfriend and now she was my girlfriend in the sense that
girls have girlfriends. Would I ever be able to date her in the sense
of boyfriend and girlfriend?
After lunch I was given training in how to operate the tills with the
other girls. As I was used to using a computer to type my homework I
was one of the fastest cashiers until Amy told me my fingernails were
too short so I would have to have nail extensions.
With nail extensions glued on I found it really difficult to use the
keyboard especially as I was told I had to ensure I didn't damage them
and I was constantly checking them. (This tendency to check my nails
which began that day, my constant checking of my appearance because I
did not want to be found out and the fact that I wore miniskirts when my
colleagues preferred pencil skirts meant I got a reputation as the bimbo
of the sales team).
I was then given a name badge which said "Antonia" rather than "Anthony"
on it. I accepted that Antonia would be my name for now and my
colleagues were told not to deadname me as if customers were to find out
that I was born male it would be both embarrassing for me and the
company.
I was getting used to being one of the girls by the time it came to be
time to go home but I was unable to find Antonia, who I was told had
left earlier, so I was unable to get my male clothes back or my breasts
removed and forced to go home dressed as a woman.
Tomorrow would be different I told myself as they would have had their
fun. Would Martha talk to me when I was dressed as a man again?
When I got home Mum was furious that I was dressed as a woman. "No son
of mine should be dressed like me!" my mother said.
"Well, think of me as your daughter," I replied.
"Yes you are cute but you are my son, Sweetie. Have you been hiding
your desire to dress like me for long?"
I told Mum that I had never dressed as a woman before today or even
thought of doing so but as I had felt compelled to do so I was doing my
best to enjoy it. To some extent I had got used to what I was wearing
but then something such as the swishing of my ponytail or the feeling of
my bra round my chest and the way my suspenders felt reminded me what I
was wearing but it seemed I had no choice if I was going to keep my job.
"So you don't want to be a woman? I blame your father for this. If it
was not for his stupid dress code at work, his female staff would not
have sent home his only son dressed as a woman. We will speak to him
about this and his dress code when he gets home and get him to sort this
out for you, Antonia. Sorry I can't help it, seeing you dressed like
this, it seems inappropriate to use your male name."
So I took off my dress and my blouse but as I stood there in my lingerie
it occurred to me that I couldn't remove my breasts so I may as well
keep my lingerie on. So I hid how I was dressed under a pair of my
jeans and a tee shirt. As I looked at myself in the mirror I realised
that my bra showed through my tee shirt and I felt hot enough in my
fishnets under my jeans to know that I couldn't wear socks over my
stockings so I left my hair as it was and didn't bother to ask Mum how
to remove my makeup and fingernail extensions.
I was uncomfortable with having to remain dressed as a girl and Mum
noted how nervous and stressed I looked.
Dad did not get home till late and it was breakfast the next day before
I got to raise my predicament with him. By this time I was dressed in
my work uniform and Dad choked on his coffee spitting some of it out on
the table.
"A day working for me and you have become a tranny? I suppose you want
me to call you my daughter now?"
"Dad I am your son and I no more wanted to dress like this than I
imagine you would but I was told because of the dress code I had no
choice."
He asked me "Why didn't you tell me about this? I could have sorted you
out with a uniform."
"It's bad enough being known as the boss's son without constantly
dragging you into things Dad," I replied.
"You are ashamed of me? Is that how you repay me for getting you a job?
I think you wanted to dress as a girl. Well cupcake I can't show
favouritism to you, in fact I am going to have to be tougher on you than
my other employees, so you are going to have to spend your summer en
femme."
Mum noticed I was a lot calmer dressed in my uniform than I had been
last night.
So I was now going to spend my first day on the shop floor dressed as a
woman. When I met with Amy, it no longer seemed relevant to ask how to
remove my breast forms as Dad had made clear to me that I would need to
keep them on but I did ask for my male clothes back.
"Oh I didn't realise you wanted your male clothes back. I threw them
away."
I was told "You are going to be the first man to work in the lingerie
department. As none of our customers will know you are a man they
shouldn't be uncomfortable with you serving them and as you yourself are
wearing lingerie you shouldn't be too uncomfortable working in the
lingerie department. Make sure you pick out some new lingerie for
yourself today as you will obviously need changes of underwear. You get
a 50% discount. We will also give you a clothing allowance to buy a few
extra blouses and miniskirts and an advance on your salary to buy your
lingerie."
I was uncomfortable surrounded by all that lingerie at first but as I
got busy on the till I forgot about where I was working and settled into
doing my job.
At break I went for a fennel tea in the staff restaurant. I hadn't been
a tea drinker before but I wanted to fit in with the other girls who
were all drinking fennel tea. Martha called me over to join her. The
tea helped me to relax and whilst the girls were talking about their
boyfriends I didn't mind. I wanted them to feel I was one of the girls
and I wanted Martha to help me pick out new lingerie.
By lunchtime my heels were killing me and I was relieved to be able to
sit down with the girls and kick them off. After lunch Martha offered
me a cigarette. She said it helps to satisfy your appetite and she and
the other girls would often have a cigarette rather than snacking.
I had never smoked before and I noticed how my lipstick marked my
cigarette. It reminded me of how my mother's lipstick would mark the
glasses she drank from and I felt closer to my mother than I had before.
I wondered if my lipstick was the same shade as her's.
I spent the remainder of my lunch hour picking out slips, bras and
panties and hosiery with Martha. When I got home with my bags of
lingerie, blouses and skirts Mum gave me a present. It was a pink box
with a pink bow around it. I opened it to find she had bought me a
black silky negligee with spaghetti straps.
"Tonia, I have noticed you are more relaxed en femme so I thought you
would feel better in your negligee than if you put your male clothes on
over your lingerie again."
I was slowly seeing my male wardrobe disappear and my female wardrobe
expand.
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