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What Gordon Fleecely Wears to Work - part 1 of 2 A story by PRIM Part 1 - One male is no match for all those office females "Letts, have you seen Fleecely this morning? Have you had a look at his suit?" Bet Carlyle sat on the end of her friend's desk, a hot pink mug of coffee in one hand and a healthy breakfast bar in the other. Her dark hair was cropped at the back but quiffed to almost cover one eye, and this morning she had gold earrings with a small, high heel charm dangling from each. Lettie Piper hadn't booted up her computer yet. She leaned back in her swivel chair and pulled her fingers through the blond pony tail that hung behind her red blouse. "Don't tell me. He's wearing gold llame." "You're being ridiculous." "White satin made out of his wife's wedding dress?" Bet nearly choked on a swallow of coffee. "You're getting warmer." Lettie sat up, intrigued, but unable to make a better guess. "Well? What's he wearing then?" "You wouldn't believe me, you'll have to go and see." Celia Tate was at the next desk, overhearing. "He gave me this file a couple of days ago and I've finished with it. Shall we pay our Mister Fleecely a visit?" Lettie was used to making shrewd decisions at once. She shook our her hair and sprang to her feet. "Bring his file," she said, arranging the tucks of her blouse where they entered the waist of her narrow, above the knee skirt. "We're on our way to the ladies, right?" Bet would have liked to go too, although now she was wondering if she'd made a mistake as she walked past the glass of his office just now. "Let me know what you see," she said, and settled down at her own pc. "This is what our office needs," said Celia, clutching the file into her blue silk blouse, "a bit of excitement." Lettie turned a maternal look on her friend, as if to say: 'I know single mums want nothing more than a male, but not Gordon Fleecely, for goodness' sake.' She was two years younger than Celia, but she was pool organiser and felt a bit like a mother hen towards all the girls. "Remember we're just looking at his suit, darling. In and out in three seconds flat." When Celia tapped on the door and let the two of them in, Fleecely was sitting at his desk and all you could see was his white shirt and dull red tie. His hair was neat and conservative as always, and he had the face of the stereotypical schoolboy. This made the situation more intriguing to two determined women. "I've brought back your - ooops!" and the armful of papers fell to the floor, while a timely kick sent them cascading under his desk. "Celia!" reprimanded Lettie as she stooped to floor level. "What are you doing with Gordon's papers?" "Er, there's no need. I'll pick them up." The only male member of staff at Watts Stitching wasn't happy with two women coming into his domain then disappearing from his sight around his legs. He sprang to his feet. "It's all right, Miss Piper. Just leave them and I'll sort it out." The women got to their feet, sorting out their hair, and beat a quick retreat. They had seen what they wanted to see. "What on earth is he doing, coming to work like that?" said Lettie as she and Celia gathered round Bet's desk where a couple of the other girls were listening to the day's news. "In jade green pants, and they looked soft and silky to me." "No sign of a jacket though," said Celia. "Well he was wearing a matching jacket when I saw him," said Bet, "standing there when he had only just walked in. It was the jacket that made me look again: sort of tailored, and feminine. He must have hidden it." "I've got to see this," said Caitlin Ford. "Me too," added Lizzie Fermelow, the two youngest clerics on the office floor. "Er, we've got orders to process," declared Lettie, and lowered her head with her hands raised on either side to prevent further insistence. "Unless, of course, you two can report back that you have seen his jacket." The two of them scampered off to see the vision in the glass office. "Is he gay, would you say?" asked Celia. "Maybe, but he's definitely married," said Lettie. "I've met his wife at the Xmas party. Pretty, but hard, I'd say. Her name's Tabitha and she's two years older than him. Must be early thirties." "He could be a pervert: one of those transvestites." Then Bet thought again. "But he's far too feeble to dare going out in his fancy female clothes. What's Watty going to say?" Lettie shrugged with a helpless look. "If she sees him." "Miss Watts? There's nothing she doesn't see. Oh, here they come." Caitlin flicked her head to throw her blond hair behind her back. She wore no expression and can't have seen anything worth reporting. "We took in a couple of watering cans to water his plants..." "And to do a bit of snooping," added Lizzie, looking equally bored. Her hair was equally long and she used both hands to part it from her forehead. The others got fed up of waiting. "Well?" "What did you see?" "Has he got a feminine jacket?" "Has he got a feminine jacket!" cried Caitlin, her jaws wide apart with disbelief. "It's definitely a woman's trouser suit: his pants have gathers here and here," and she showed where in front of her own hips, "with a dainty, oval, gilt buckle on a narrow silk belt." "They taper to narrow ankles," pointed out Lizzie, "but wide round the ass - definitely women's pants." "Did you see his jacket?" Bet wanted to know. "Ohhh! The jacket!" Caitlin threw her hair again, about to make an astounding statement. "A notched collar, with very wide lapels," and her hands shaped everything on herself, "down to a single silk button below the bust, three buttons on each cuff, all very sleek and chic. In jade silk." "It's got mint green satin lining," announced Lizzie, to everyone's delight. "What the hell is he doing wearing a suit like that to the office?" said Bet. "What did he say?" asked Celia. "Did he work out you were there to check out his pretty costume?" "I'm going to go and see the jacket," said Lettie, getting off Bet's desk and setting off, with the others latching on and following behind in high excitement. But they were intercepted at the door and all giggling stopped. "What on earth is all this?" Katherine Watts had a way of holding her head at an angle with her bold features tilted to the left while her shoulder length black wavy hair was to the right. It told her employees that she wondered how on earth they could act or speak so ridiculously. She was 40, attractive and unmarried. They were all persuaded her sexual parts had frozen solid, from lack of use while she built up her business. She wore shiny shirt blouses as a rule with a smart business suit. Today her blouse was magenta purple with her notched collar worn over the navy jacket of her skirt suit. "Well, Lettie, can you enlighten me on the cause of this hilarity?" "It's what Mister Fleecely is wearing to the office today, Miss Watts. We just felt we needed to go check our eyes weren't deceiving us." She smiled as if to add some sense to what they were doing. The boss parted her red lips with disappointed patience and closed them again with a snort. "Lettie, it's five past nine and orders are not being processed. Can I suggest we all get down to what I pay you to do?" Lettie and her band of followers knew they were not going to get to see Fleecely's jacket. They turned and made their way back to their keyboards, leaving Miss Watts in the doorway watching them go. As the last of the girls sat down, she turned on her high heels and headed for Mister Fleecely, pausing at the door to take him in. Seeing nothing untoward, she knew she must be missing something. "Mister Fleecely. A minute of your time, please, in my office." Gordon Fleecely had suffered enough frights already that morning, and it was only 9.15. He got to his feet with his heart hammering, picked up a pad and pen, and followed his boss. "Have you not got your jacket, Mister Fleecely?" "Er, it's in my office." "Go and get it then." "I - don't need it, it's quite warm and..." "Your jacket, please, Mister Fleecely." This was painful in the extreme. He returned a moment later with the green jacket over his arm. "Put it on, please, Mister Fleecely." He did as he was told under her minute scrutiny, reddening and struggling to breathe. "Turn round." He did. "I hope you can give me a satisfactory explanation as to why you are dressed like this?" Gordon Fleecley thought quickly. He had to cite his wife as an excusable reason. "Er, my wife wanted me to wear these pants and - this jacket today, Miss Watts. I had no choice." Katherine Watts gave him a look similar to her 'why are you so ridiculous' look. "Thank you, Mister Fleecely. You can go back to work now." A relatively quiet day followed for Gordon Fleecely, but ten minutes before going home, Katherine called into his office. "Kindly deliver this letter to your wife, Mister Fleecely," she said. "It suggests to her that your outfits for work need to be rather more coordinated. And Mister Fleecely, I expect you to deliver my message. Otherwise I might have to get in touch with her personally." The wretched man put the envelope into his briefcase, dreading the outcome, and duly delivered it to his wife. The result was seen next morning, when every girl in the office was keen to see what Mister Fleecely would be wearing. *** The next day, Gordon Fleecely was wearing a mid blue ladies' trouser suit with dark blue satin collar and a floral decoration on one lapel. Beneath his suit he was not wearing his usual shirt and tie. Instead the girls at the glass partition could see what was evidently a blouse neck. Their discoveries of the previous day had added boldness to their curiosity. "That's a nice shirt you're wearing, Mister Fleecely," observed Celia. "Did your wife choose it for you?" The many different meanings of girls' and women's giggles were becoming familiar to the wretched male. He had to deliver a reply to his boss and knocked on her door at 9 o'clock. He tried to take some of the sting out of what the letter said by putting it in his own words, explaining how he had visited a website for crossdressers, just the once, and it was just at that moment that his wife had discovered him skipping from one screen to the next. She read the letter nonetheless and looked up at him with appalling contempt in the bitterness of her expression. "It's a boiling hot day, Mister Fleecely," she said. "For goodness sake, take your jacket off. And leave it off. Now get back to work." As luck would have it, Amanda Brent, the most overweight girl on roll, met him as he was returning to his office. Her jaw almost hit the floor. He was unmistakeably wearing a blouse. "It was in a kind of white, almost sheer material, she said, with a neat little blouse collar with a pretty white bow under the collar at his throat, and three pleats down either side of the buttons. And they were blouse buttons, Lettie. White plastic pearled buttons all down his blouse. And the sleeves, they were wider than shirt sleeves should have been." From the time of this report on the office floor, the number of times two girls passed his office on their way to the ladies' room was beyond counting, and all of them gorping in as if he was an exhibit in a glass tank. Then he had a visit from Miss Watts and Lettie Piper. "I'm moving you out of your office for a while, Mister Fleecely. It's too cosy here; you're out of the way. Lettie will help you bring your work, and she'll continue to be overall senior in her domain of course." The eyes of every girl at every desk brought a deep shade of red to Gordon Fleecely's cheeks. He had a desk cleared for him in the very middle of everyone, while Lettie fussed around him to make sure he had everything. ""Bring that coat stand over here for his wife's jacket," said Miss Watts. "It can belong right here, behind his chair. Whose is this pink coat?" "That's mine, Miss Watts," said Caitlin. "But he can wear it if you want him to." Miss Watts delivered a barbed look. "It can stay on the stand, just behind him," she said. When she retired, Gordon Fleecely knew he had been thrown to the wolverines. "What do you think of white blouses, Bet?" asked Celia. "I think they're ever so pretty." "I think they're so feminine, Celia, especially when worn with your wife's trouser suit." "I don't believe it's a good idea to wear one without a bra underneath, though," commented Caitlin. "You know, the sort of white bra that shows through the back of your blouse." "I think a white blouse goes ever so well with a fashionable pink coat, don't you, girls?" said Lettie, and they all laughed. In fact the comments and laughs continued until Gordon Fleecely ran out of the office and arrived at Miss Watts's. "I can't take any more of this, Miss Watts. My nerve will break, I know it. They won't leave me alone in there. Please let me go back to my own office." A minute later, Gordon Fleecely was marched back to the office floor and shown to his desk. When he was seated, keeping his eyes down and trying to calm his panicking nerves, Miss Watts had a question or two for the computer pool. "Who has been teasing Mister Fleecely?" She looked round at straight faces and head shaking on all sides. "Who suggested that he might wear Caitlin's pink coat?" Still no answer. "I think he would like to wear your coat, Caitlin, and you said you wouldn't mind." Caitlin could hardly believe her ears. "Er, no. I don't mind." The boss unhooked the coat from its hanger and motioned her male employee to stand up. His lips were shaking as he got to his feet under everyone's gaze and had to put his arms through the silky sleeves. The coat had white fur at each cuff and all over the large collar. Everyone heard the little bleat of despair, the start of suppressed crying, as she crossed the coat over and buttoned it in double-breasted style in big pink buttons, with a belt that tied over into a bow. "There, that's nice, Mister Fleecely. You can feel lovely now in Caitlin's pretty coat. Let's turn up your fur collar, all cosy. Turn round to show everyone." His face crumpled as if crying, although there were no tears and no cries as he rotated for Miss Watts, showing first his face flanked to the top of his hair in white fur, then the pink wool back of his head-encasing collar. "Mister Fleecely's wife discovered he is a cross-dresser," she explained, "so he likes wearing pretty things. Sit down again, Mister Fleecely. You've got work to do. And Lettie, there is to be no laughing at your work colleague. I won't have it, do you understand?" "Absolutely, Miss Watts. You all heard, girls. Don't laugh at Mister Fleecely in Caitlin's coat, or in his wife's blouse and trouser suit." There was a flash of warning in Kathy Watts' eyes at this, but Lettie smiled at her with a flick of her pony tail. The rest of the day saw no laughing, just smothered sniggers and whispering, which never stopped. At coffee break, Miss Watts told him to change his pink coat for his wife's jacket, and at lunch time he was told to take that off too and spend the warm afternoon in just his wife's blouse and trousers. At home time he was summoned and given a note to take home. "I've told Tabitha," explained the boss, "that I see no point sending her husband to work in a blouse without a bra. And I've made one or two more suggestions. When you arrive at the office tomorrow, Mister Fleecely, I'll expect you to report to me, wearing a more suitable arrangement of clothing." Next day, every girl in the office pool arrived early. "I think he'll be in a soft primrose yellow suit," said Bet, priming her phone for photos, "with an open neck blouse spread across his shoulders." "And a bra," said Celia. "No," said Lizzie, "all wrong. I think he'll put his foot down and come in a sequined satin sheath with ostrich feathers over one shoulder." They all roared, then went quiet with shock. The man in question came through the door, obviously summoning all his courage and putting his bravest foot forward. He walked past the astonished welcoming committee and stopped at his desk to take off his white, thigh length swing coat with its shawl collar, and hung it on the hanger where his wife's jacket had hung the day before. In a way his bravery had silenced his critics, who slunk back to their places, their eyes locked on the vision amongst them. "That's a lovely suit, Mister Fleecely," said Lettie, sitting half round towards him, her elbows on her chair arms and her fingers interlaced on her top knee. "Is it silk or satin?" Gordon Fleecely could be seen trying to breathe evenly as he focussed on booting up his computer. "You suit mandarin orange, Mister Fleecely," remarked Bet. It brings out the colour of your cheeks." She exchanged covert grins with the others. "It must be for the mother of the bride," said Celia. "Ever so chic." Their victim closed his eyes, as if this comment touched a nerve. "You're wearing a gorgeous blouse today, Mister Fleecely," said Lizzie. "Are you going to a special do straight from work?" "And your bust, Mister Fleecely," said Lettie. "Are you wearing a bra for work today?" The finer details of his costume, like the possibility of lingerie brought the women out of their places and they gathered round, sitting on neighbouring desks in a circle to get a closer look at the ruffled front of his blouse and the exquisite quality of his silk trouser suit. Then Miss Watts arrived. "Well, Mister Fleecely, I see you delivered my note to your good lady wife. I presume you have a letter for me." The poor male dived down into his brief case, and came up with a white patent purse. There was a mixture of gasps and giggles, checked by Miss Watts. He opened it on his knee and passed a small pink envelope to her. The boss opened it without looking at it, her eyes ranging round everyone else's intently serious faces. When she had taken out the single piece of paper, she passed it back. "Would you mind reading out the message from your wife." If the women of the main office thought they had seen his face at its reddest, they now saw how wrong they were. Even the tops of his ears were bright scarlet. "Dear Miss Watts, please allow Gordon to wear this outfit today: it is the blouse and suit my mother wore for the reception at our wedding." The man lowered his head and tightened his eyes to hold back the tears, while around him, women bit their fingernails or stood with mouths wide open. "She came round last night to try him in them." He stopped again, and summoned more courage. His voice thickened with crying not far away. "Will it be all right to send him in a skirt? Would it upset any of your employees? Yours faithfully, T-Tabitha Fleecely." His efforts to avoid crying in front of them all gave way, and they watched as he wept, sitting under the gaze of seven or eight women in his swivel chair. Miss Watts reached out and he let go of the letter. "Tell me, Mister Fleecely: you obviously like wearing women's clothes. I notice signs of male excitement in the front of your orange pants." He rearranged his legs, but that hid nothing so he tried again. To no avail. "No, no, don't hide it. Stand up for me." He thought of refusing, but somehow found himself on his feet as she took his arm and half turned him to face more of his spectators. "That's better. Now, I want to know which garments excite you as a cross-dresser?" Gordon Fleecely breathed heavily, his eyes closed. How had he deserved this ordeal of humiliation? He somehow formed the words. " Lingerie, ma'am. Stockings and suspenders. Blouses. Ruffled blouses, and mini skirts." Katherine Watts pursed her lips and nodded. "So you feel excited in your mother-in-law's blouse, as we speak?" she said, leaning forward to examine the front of the same woman's pants. "Y-Y-Yes, ma'am," he managed, his voice almost aching with an effort at control." "Oh my God, look at his penis!" blurted Lizzie Fermelow, the youngest girl present. Lettie looked up in alarm, but Miss Watts didn't seem to mind. In fact she reached her hand forward and cupped the knob shaped top of the point in his pants, sliding that part up and down with her fingers. "Is this what cross-dressers like then, Mister Fleecely?" she enquired, "wearing their mother-in-law's blouses and having other women watching as you are being mast- Oh no, there we go. Too late," and she withdrew her hand as the front of his silk pants went progressively from pale orange to a darker, glistening orange, becoming wetter and wetter. If Gordon Fleecely had cared to look up around the circle of watching women, he would have seen silent grins, tongues licking lips and quick exchanges of smiles. "You've answered my question, Mister Fleecely, thank you. Now, I think we had better all get some work done, and this afternoon, I will write a reply to your wife's message about what happened this morning, and asking her to be sure to send you to work in a skirt tomorrow, of your choice. Make-up optional." *** Things can't get worse for Gordon Fleecely, can they? In the second part of the story, Miss Watts takes the initiative in deciding what he will wear, and makes him her private secretary. *** This story is in the Jessica Room in the Petticoat Wendyhouse www.primspetticoatwendyhouse.com

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Chapter 1 I'll bet you remember your first time. I sure do. It was a total surprise and, at the outset, kind of scary. Yeah, scary. I was staying over at my best friend Gordon's house, I even had my own room since I stayed over there pretty often. Gordie and I had known each other since second grade and we're now sixteen and in high school. Since I first knew Gordon, his parents had gotten divorced, it seems his father was a teacher in a small junior college and was screwing around with some of...

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Diana my Workmate

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Delivering Dominance Book 4 Building Teamwork

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Jasmin wears the pants Part II

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We recently visited my sister-in-law and spent 2 weeks there at her place in Tampa, Fla. They have pretty big home and have a woman come in everyday to tidy up the place. She actually prepared our rooms for us. She was about 45ish and in pretty decent shape. We had been there for the first week and i noticed the cleaning lady's schedule was pretty routine. Right down to catching her sniffing my underwear. She didn't think i saw her, but she would go in to get the dirty laundry and when she saw...

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My Mangeress and the Workmen

My names Chris, im 23 years old and this is a story of what happened about a month ago. I work in a local Record shop, iv'e been there for a couple of years it's not a ideal job but I enjoy it and it pays my bills. As it's a small shop it never gets very busy so I work there fulltime with my Manageress and a guy that works there at weekends. My Manageress is 42 years old and for the sake of this story i'm going call her Pam. Me and Pam get on really well, we have worked together for a good few...

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the workmen go to work

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Compartments

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JacquelineChapter 2 Laura and the workman

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Roleplay Starter Kryptonite Wears Wifebeaters

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Handwork To Bedwork With Sister

All stories goes on a different path while mines also the same… Sex with girls u have been lusting for years and when u get to fuck her in which ever way you want with a bonus that she asks you to fuck her…. Just amazingggg… Same is my story.. About me I’m Darren from Mumbai,wheatish in colour with medium built and a cock with 7 inch n width of 3 inch rare combination. And my fucking partner my sis her name is radika(name change) fair skin sexy figure her description is in the story… Coming...

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Teaching the Sissy Maid Workshop at the MVP Chapter Five Day One of the Sissy Maid Workshop Comes to an End

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Patchwork Knight

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FUCKED BY MANS WORKMATES

I live with a very handsome guy who works the night shift from 10pm to 6am at a local factory, he leaves for work at 9pm so i am on my own from the time he leaves. He left to go to work one night last week as usual so before he left i was dressed in a sexy g string panty lace bra and i was looking real hot so he could think about me all night at work. About ten minutes after he left i heard a knock on the door so i thought he had forgot something so i opened it without thinking that it was his...

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In the hands of my workmates

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I fucked workmates wife and her friend over Blacks

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Workmates Wife Fucked over Blacksmiths Anvil

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Whata Week Day 7

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Whata Week Day 3 revamp

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Whata Week Day 3

And don't worry about the boys, I have something different in mind for them =) Whata Week-Locker Room I was beaten last night and so was Zach and Micah for some unknown reason again, but their whoopin' was only about fifteen seconds, but as a result my body is more than sore. I wore long sleeves to school and Rob hated to see it on our way to school. Everyone else was too focused on the ring on my finger to care about the long sleeves. Temporarily I'm lying saying that I...

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