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ONE
When I got home I closed and locked the door and immediately headed for
the bathroom. I undressed, calmly at first, but then panicking and
fumbling with my bra and the hooks of the suspender belt. I had to get
out of these clothes!
Finally naked, I collapsed to my knees and vomited in the toilet.
What had I done? Kat's cheer-leader game had rippled out with massive
unforeseen consequences.
I heaved and cried, wondering how I could let myself be violated as I had
today. And what of my career? This was such a backwards step that any
potential employer, or other store within the company if I tried for a
transfer off the area, would surely question what my motives were.
My breathing relented and I began to settle, crumpled on the floor. The
nearby, soft lingerie that had provided so much comfort over so many
years felt now, briefly, as if it was a weapon being used against me.
And yet, I reached out. Held it. Needed it.
After a while I stood and went to the sink. Rinsed my face and brushed my
teeth. Washed my mouth out.
Knowing what had to be done, I started to run a bath and called Abbie. I
asked her to dinner at her favorite restaurant and she said she could
meet me in a couple of hours.
"That's good," I told her, and hung up.
I stepped into the steaming, scented bubble bath and relaxed for the
first time since Lyn had forced me to undress. Forced.......Had she? Deep
inside, a small part of me must have surely wanted it to happen, or I
would have stopped her. Refused, despite what she had shown to my friends
and colleagues. I could have just laughed it off and hoped she didn't
dismiss me from the company. The history between us would say otherwise,
though.
And, despite my mixed feelings, I found I was getting hard just thinking
about it.
I cleared some foamy bubbles away and tucked my small penis between my
legs. It was a favorite past-time game. I gently squeezed my thighs
together creating a perfect triangle of pubic hair. Trimmed and neat.
As my thighs continually pressurised my penis, I started to cum at the
memory of what had happened. Conflicted and spent, I was now awash in
shame.......But also daunting acceptance.
I climbed from the bath. Instead of fighting her, I had meekly obeyed.
Despite the fantasy of the situation, it was scary and sickening and sexy
all at the same time. But, vulnerable before her, I knew the power I had
conceded to her would be wielded against me.
And I also knew that a very small part of me would love it........despite
any protests I might cry out.
I toweled dry and opened my underwear drawer. There was no choice in what
to wear. It was who I was. I found a sweet little matching set, briefs
and bra. And then, despite my desire to dress as I had every night for
years after work, in my wardrobe I dug out my only pair of male jeans and
a man's shirt, one of the few I owned.
Before the mirror, making sure my bra was suitably hidden, I smiled
wistfully. It was probably the last time I would be wearing anything
designed for a man for a while. I wouldn't miss them.
Downstairs, in the living room, I considered the bookcase, lined with
hardbacks and paperbacks of my favorite authors, some rare editions and
undiscovered classics: Stephen King, Ray Bradbury, James Patterson; The
Mighty, In the Absence of Angels, Shoeless Joe.......and amongst them,
several books haphazardly placed, disturbing the library order. Titles
hidden, quite deliberately, with their spines turned inward. All about
issues of cross-dressing, self-esteem, being transgender,
acceptance.....even transitioning, a thought I pushed away as I always
do.
I slowly found each one, turning them so that their titles were now
revealed. Titles I at first found incriminating, then merely embarrassing
to be seen with. And then, until this morning they were simply turned to
avoid awkward conversations with visitors.
Now, even though I might not be ready to be pushed centre stage, into the
light, I was proud to have them on show. I lingered on a particular
title, my current favorite 'Becoming Nicole' and pulled it out. I leafed
through the worn pages for a while, deciding to read it again.
I checked my watch and placed the book on the table.
It was time to meet Abbie.
TWO
"I'm surprised you picked somewhere so fancy," Abbie said as we were led
to our table.
It was certainly outside my comfort zone, but.........."We're here to
celebrate," I told her. "I've got some good news for you."
She had a glint in her eye. She didn't know yet. But she was excited and
intrigued by the prospects of what the surprise might be.
The waiter approached us. I didn't hide my struggle with the fancy menu.
He stifled a laugh. It's okay, I thought. I'm used to people laughing at
me at the moment.
"Don't mind him," Abbie smiled. "He's more used to Pizza Hut and Burger
King."
The waiter raised an eyebrow. "I believe there's what is called a pizza
parlor down the road."
Abbie smiled politely, lips tight, and ordered for us both. After he
left, she said: "I guess he doesn't worry about losing his tips. You
didn't call today. Normally when you're at a meeting you check in to see
how we're doing."
"I knew we were in good hands," I assured her. "Best T.L I ever had."
"I've got so much more to offer. You know that. I just wished the company
would wake up and realise it, too."
"I'm sure they will soon enough," I smiled.
The waiter poured our wine.
"You wouldn't believe what happened this evening," she said, obviously
bemused. "Towards the end of the shift we got a load of emails to the
store for someone named Lauren Pink. Strangest thing."
Didn't take them long, I thought. It was just some friendly joking from
my peers, some no doubt crueller than others. None would be aware of the
extent of Lyn's torment until announcements of Abbie's promotion and my
step down were official over the next day or so.
"If you had the chance to work in our store," I began, "as the CSM,
indefinitely, would you be interested?"
Our meals were served and we began to eat.
"What about you?" she asked. "Are you being promoted?"
"Don't worry for now. Would you?"
"Well, I thought if the chance ever came it would be at another store to
push me outside my comfort zone. It would be great here. Knowing
everybody, I'd have a massive safety net. I get on with the team and the
managers. Yes," she nodded. "A definite yes."
I swallowed. It was all about to become real.
"I'm stepping down," I said quietly.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"There's an opening for an ASC in our store. Lyn has found the budget for
us. I'm going to take it. I'll start-"
"Are you crazy? Our store is flying at the moment. This is a chance for
you to look upwards, not down. The team love you and-"
This was difficult, I thought. Not sure how much to tell her.
"I'll still be there to support the team. Look, you know how the targets
are, how the company pushes and pushes. I'm tired of the pressure. I just
need a break, a chance to recharge," I lied.
"I didn't know you were struggling so much," she said.
"It's okay. I've already cleared it with Lyn. Because you and I work well
together she said for me to give you the news. The job is yours if you
want it."
I suddenly realised Lyn was distancing herself from this moment. She
could never be seen as part of my demotion, and even my replacement was
nominated by myself. It all looked like my own doing, by choice. And that
would include when I presented myself as Lauren. It would look like the
company, and therefore Lyn, were supporting me when she had in fact
instigated the whole thing.
"What if you want your job back?" Abbie asked.
"I'll look at other stores. You've earned this opportunity."
"I don't understand. I feel like you're only telling me half a story."
This is it, I thought, and swallowed deeply.
"The emails......" I began, my words fading. I'd never shared anything
like this before. But she would soon see me and she had a right to know.
It was the professional and curteous thing to do. I didn't want to ambush
her dressed as a woman on one of her first days in her new role. "I have
something to tell you that you might frown upon."
"You're wearing odd socks?" she joked, trying to break the worrying
tension that had suddenly developed between us.
"No. I wish it was that easy. Some people get this, but others
think......Look, I don't understand the way people are towards
different.......You know, things they don't quite understand. Others
think it's real awful. Their brains are just not wired to accept it."
"You haven't broken the law have you?" she said. "This sounds bad."
"You might be fine with it," I said hopefully.
"For God's sake, just tell me," she suddenly demanded frustratedly.
"The emails to Lauren Pink...............It was just the guys from the
meeting having a little fun," I tried to explain. Probably a few of the
girls, too, I thought.
"What? I don't understand."
"They were making fun of me," I whispered.........and slowly unbuttoned
the top of my shirt, revealing the hint of lace, the edge of a cup.
"Here. See."
"Is that-? Are you wearing a bra?" she gasped, eyes wide.
"Take it easy," I told her. "Settle down. I'm not a serial killer or
anything."
"But-What are you? Gay or something?"
"Listen, I don't know," I said honestly, not wanting to go down that road
here. Sure I'd thought about it, but when I thought of men I always
visualised myself as a woman. A real woman, not somebody who liked to
dress. My vagina moist and wet as a hard cock slipped truly within me
and I reached an inner orgasm unlike anything I had ever achieved as a
man. I shuddered slightly and returned to the conversation. "I don't
think so."
"But you are-what's the word? You're a cross-dresser?"
It wasn't exactly a condemnation, but considering how long we had known
each other I thought she might have been a little more understanding.
Shown a little more compassion.
"Listen," I said, draining my glass of wine. Oh, boy. "I've decided to
dress more openly as a woman."
Evevrybody was going to think this was my decision, yet secretly I was
being forced. Would there be anybody to help me?
"The company," I continued, "and Lyn have agreed-"
"Lyn? I thought you guys never......Sorry," she giggled. "I thought you
girls never got along."
"She's been pretty clear on this."
"She always seemed fine to me," Abbie said. "She's even took me to dinner
a few times and discussed where my career might go when a chance arose."
Did she now, I thought, suddenly realising I might be more of a victim
than I realised. Not only a victim, but a patsy in a bigger power-play. A
chance for Lyn to move pawns around on her little Argos chessboard. I
wondered then if Abbie was the friend and supportive colleague she
appeared to be, or if she had her own motivations. Was she another star
player on Team Lyn?
"She was very supportive," I elaborated. "Said so long as I was all-in
and serious she would free up some budget to create the ASC role in our
store. If I came out as the CSM she believed, I think rightly, that
targets might suffer while colleagues and customers adjusted to the
unexpected change."
"It would be difficult," Abbie nodded with that glint in her eye again.
"I think this is definitely for the best. You'll enjoy working under me.
And I promise to be very supportive."
"You've very kind," I said, wondering if she would remember all I had
done to train her and develop her. If she would remember our
friendship.......Or, since she would be answering directly to Lyn now,
would she enjoy and savor my situation.
"Thank you," she smiled.
"Just like Lyn," I whispered, my suspicions growing.
Just like Lyn............
THREE
The next few days were a blur. I readied myself as best I could from a
feminine point of view, becoming more and more anxious about what was
happening. Meanwhile, my work peers in store were preparing for a sudden
and unexpected change in team hierachy and gender at the busiest time of
our year.
Once Claire, our store manager, had come to terms with what was
happening, in consultation with myself, Lyn, Abbie and Racheal, our stock
manager, she called an emergency staff meeting.
That evening, Claire explained the delicacy of what she was about to say
to almost all of our colleagues. She told them that for personal reasons
I would be stepping down into the ASC role that was now permitted within
our store, and that Abbie would be filling my shoes. She looked at me,
smiling wryly; yep, I thought, somewhere in there was a joke about high
heels.
Predictably, there was a mix of happiness and confusion amidst our
colleagues, a wide spread of ages, both male and female. Even dismay.
"Take it easy, you big softies," Claire continued, silencing them. "Now,
we'll all be needing some extra compassion and understanding in the store
over the coming weeks. You'll all have access to individual confidential
counselling if you need help processing what I'm about to tell you. From
now on, Larry will be addressed as......"
We exchanged another look. She had warm eyes. We'd known each other for
about ten years within the company, developed quite a friendship, quietly
fighting corporate battles along the way while customers went about their
happy shopping oblivious to the turmoil that sometimes happened behind
the scenes. When she had become our store manager, it was a great and
unexpected surprise. We enjoyed working together and always had each
other's back.
Right now, I needed a friend badly, and hoped she would be there for me
if I ever needed her.
But Lyn had told me Claire had seen the cheer-leading video, the CCTV
footage; that she couldn't wait to get an office girl all of her own.
Could I trust Claire?
I finally nodded.
".....Lauren," she finished.
The crowd erupted. Some laughing. Some confused.
"I don't get it!" a delivery assistant, Bruce, called out.
"This is her wish," Claire continued. More chunnering at the gender
switch, and I started to blush before them all. "Lauren will be atending
all her shifts in women's clothing and you should treat her as such."
"More opportunities for blow jobs then," Bruce hollered, whooping it up
with his younger minion buddies.
Jesus, this was going to be tough, I thought. Between the likes of Lyn
and Kat, and neanderthals like this, did I really stand a chance?
Claire could only shake her head. "Another word like that and you'll be
out the door."
"Sorry, Claire," he said, grinning.
She addressed the room. "Any questions?"
Raised hands filled the room.
FOUR
A couple of days later I began my first shift as Lauren, giving people a
chance to conduct one-to-one sessions in work to help them get used to
the idea.
After some deliberation, I decided to dress conservatively. Trousers and
a cream blouse. Nothing too sheer. My hair was pulled back in an Alice
band. A soft day-look for my make-up. Safe, neutral colours. Low heeled
court shoes over my tights. Sexy underwear, of course, to help me feel
good through the day.
It was close to an androgynous look. Just feminine enough to ease myself
and the colleagues into what was happening. I also hoped it would be
enough to please Kat. Maybe, Abbie, too. Anybody that might be watching
for Lyn.
I entered the store before we opened, and remained until closing.
Choosing to work longer hours for the benefit of discretion. Claire said
I could remain back-of-house and that I didn't have to duty manage as
some ASC's did. I agreed that would be best for now. I kept that pattern
for the next few days. Few people saw me arriving or leaving, and I had
minimal interaction with the public.
A few people were uncomfortable around me and didn't know what to say, or
how to act. I'd try to assure them I was still me, but they'd be quick to
leave. Some were happy to chat, women particularly making small-time girl
talk. It was really nice, although I did wonder if I was being laughed at
behind my back.
Some, like Bruce, couldn't get their mind around what was happening, and
they defaulted to lewd behaviour and propositions. When not to my face,
I'd find disgusting notes describing sexual acts in my locker. My butt
was slapped several times thoughout any day. It was the ugliest, viliest
attention and I hated it - but within the store and the company I didn't
know who I could trust, so I remained silent and tolerated the abuse.
On my fourth shift, as I was busy in the cash office, Claire buzzed and
asked me to pop to her office. I gathered myself. It could be about my
performance in my new role. The behaviour of others she had been seeing
around me, behind my back. She might just want to chat as was her way.
She was always good company.
I took a minute to freshen up, applying lipstick and checking my face. I
was doing a pretty good job. Up close I might not pass as a women, but in
the distance, from the sides and behind.....I was almost there. All those
years practising privately and living the way I had, mannerisms and
patterns of behaviour I was once very discreet with......All of it
bubbling helpfully to the surface now. Simple movements and gestures all
adding to the illusion that I was a woman. If it even was an
illusion.....
Despite Lyn's attempts to embarrass and humiliate me, I was actually
starting to enjoy coming out.
I wondered for a second if I was making the first steps on a longer
journey, and Lyn in her bullying way had actually helped me.
I knocked on the office door and entered. Sat and naturally crossed my
legs.
Claire looked me up and down. "Look at you," she said.
"Years of practice," I told her.
She considered me. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Geez, Claire. We're buddies and all. Remember that time we made out and
fumbled around?"
"Stop dodging the question, Sweetie. I'm serious. As friends we've been
through so much. You covered my ass big time in work while I was figuring
my divorce out. I was a wreck. You could have told me anything. Anytime."
"It's not something that just drops into conversation. By the way,
Claire, I have that same lipstick......I couldn't just blurt out I was a
cross-dresser."
She held her hand out over her desk and I took it.
"Just know that I'm here for you," she said compassionately. "How are you
holding up?"
I thought for a moment. There had been no pressure from Kat, or anyone
else, to behave or dress in a certain manner. My cute little trouser and
blouse outfits seemed to be pleasing my tormentors. And I
was........enjoying working as I had lived privately for so long. As a
woman.
"I'm okay," I admitted.
"The boys not giving you too hard a time? No pun intended."
"Nothing I can't handle," I said.
This was nice. I was beginning to relax. She was talking to me as a
friend, not towing the company-
"It's just, I have to complete my due diligence, consider your feelings
and emotions. This has to be a stressful time and Lyn needs to know-"
"Claire, I'm fine," I said, realising it was just the company line.
"I've heard Kat on the phone to her," Claire warned me. "And I know Abbie
has been emailing her frequently."
I was so confused. I was about to ask her if she still had my back, as we
always had, when the door suddenly opened.
It was Jo, one of the women who regularly worked the tills.
"Lyn's here! She's out on the sales floor with Abbie."
"Shit," Claire said. "And I thought my period was the worst thing that
was going to happen today."
We all laughed. Good and hearty, and I knew, if called upon, Claire would
probably still be my friend and ally. Jo, too. She'd always been great in
her job and an advocate of changes within the store. She gave me a
heartfelt smile and headed back to the sales floor.
Claire checked her lipstick and sipped from a bottle of chilled water.
"Go hide in the cash office. Keep busy and she might not bother you too
much," she said, and then my friend added protectively: "Do you want me
to run interference for you?"
I considered her. Single and alone in a new house after a messy break-up.
She didn't need hassles in work, right now.
"I'll be okay," I assured her. "Go see what's happening out on the sales
floor."
FIVE
In time, I was summoned to the office again. This time by Lyn.
I checked my make-up and appearance and then knocked on the door.
"Enter!" she called.
I went inside. Lyn was behind the desk. Kat flanking her like a
henchwoman.
"I told you, didn't I?" Kat began. "This is what she's been wearing every
shift. Trousers and a blouse. Who does she think she is?"
"Close and lock the door," Lyn told me, and hesitating, dreading what was
to come, I did as I was told.
Intimidated, feeling weak and small, I faced the powerful woman. "I'm
doing it. Just like you said. I'm dressing like a woman. Just like you
asked."
"Like I told you," Lyn blustered, standing. She stepped from behind her
desk in her power-suit. "Subtle make-up. Nicely done, but barely there.
Your hair.......The only thing feminine about it is your cute little
band. Your underwear."
"I'm wearing a lavendar bra and-"
"It wasn't a question. Show me your lingerie and I'm warning you: if you
stain or wet your panties during our inspection there will be
repercussions."
I hesitated, afraid.
"Now!" she bellowed.
Kat smiled as I quickly undressed. Trousers, blouse and shoes off in an
instant. My penis was pushing up, and I prayed that through my tights
they wouldn't notice the moistness developing on my satin panties.
"Sexy," Kat grinned. "Shame you're not wearing stockings, but all the
same....."
"Yes," Lyn nodded. "She does look rather becoming."
She touched my small breasts, held them in the cups of my bra. Then one
of her hands found my straining penis.......
"What's this tiny thing?" she asked.
I held my breath, my penis twitching in her big hand. Don't cum, I
thought. Please don't cum. But I could feel myself getting closer and
closer.
"Her sense of dress really disappointed me," Kat said. "Maybe we should
give her a public spanking for being such a naughty girl."
Kat's suggestion had me throbbing and Lyn smiled at my small size,
knowing how close I was.
"Go on," she whispered, "let your tiny clittie open up and feel joy."
I wanted to scream. I was so close, but I managed to hold on.
Then turned she to Kat. "In the workplace we have to be very careful. Out
in public, away from the store, much, much more fun can be had. But here
everything we do can reflect on the company."
I breathed a sigh of relief, my ecstasy at their tease and threat
subsiding.
"However," she continued, "in the sanctity of this locked office, I do
believe she deserves ten of your best."
My jaw dropped as my penis came alive again.
Lyn whispered in my ear: "Remember. Don't make a mess of this lovely
lingerie."
I was instructed to lean over the desk and as the first stinging smack
landed tears slipped out of my eyes. Another biting blow and another. I
gritted my teeth and was determined not to cry out, but the fourth
brought forth a girlish yelp.
"Don't you dare scream," Lyn warned me.
I remained silent as Kat delivered two more slaps, but the seventh
elicited a tiny shriek and I started to cum, my body writhing in place as
she landed the final three spanks.
Kat began laughing hysterically and Lyn stepped back, watching the tights
catch my load.
I stood, absolutely ashamed and humiliated by what was happening.
"I told you not to mess up your gorgeous lingerie," Lyn said, shaking her
head. She turned to Kat. "It seems Lauren is experiencing the onset of
her first period."
"What-no-you can't do-"
Lyn hushed me.
"Now, Kat, I'm sure Lauren knows about such female times, but from now
on, when my schedule doesn't allow me to visit, I'd like you to take a
closer role in her female development. She has so much to learn. Begin
here. Make her understand the rules of her period, set a tracker and-"
"You can't do this," I cried. "I'm doing what you said."
"Sweet, Lauren," Lyn soothed. "I know it's uncomfortable, but it should
only last about a week."
"And once you're wearing a panty-liner and tampon you'll feel much
better," Kat assured me.
"May I dress?" I asked. "I need some tissues to clean up this-"
"You may dress, but until you have chance to pick up your feminine
essentials, you'll remain as you are downstair," Lyn told me.
I quickly got dressed, fastening my blouse and slipping my shoes on. I
hurriedly reached for the door, needing to freshen up to hide my tears.
"Please wait," Lyn said.
I turned, wondering what else could happen.
"We still need to discuss your dress code," she told me.
"I'm wearing women's-"
"From now on you will wear a skirt with a blouse, or a dress. Trousers
and jeans of any kind are off limits. Do you understand?"
"Come on, it's Winter. Even a lot of women don't wear-"
Lyn continued: "High heels no less than......three inches."
"Four," Kat suggested.
"Yes, four. Kat will be your clothes monitor from now on as well as your
feminine mentor. You'll do all she says if you expect to keep your job."
"Is that all?" I asked.
"I've seen your schedule, the hours you're working. I've noticed Claire
is keeping you back-of-house. From now on you will work typical ASC
hours. That's ten until four."
"But more people will see me," I protested.
"Yes, they will. Especially since you will also be doing your share of
duty managing on the sales floor from now on. At this time of year it's
all hands on deck. You know that."
I nodded meekly, aware that I was going to have to dress more femininely,
and in front of a lot more people than I was perhaps ready for.
Lyn looked me up and down.
"Once you've sorted your face out," she began, "you'll look okay, I
suppose. But, I must admit. When I permitted you to work in this role I
expected you to be more.......girlie."
"I can fix that," Kat smiled.
"Good. Your staff Christmas party is in a couple of weeks. I'll see the
results and have some fun with you then. For now, I'll explain to Claire
why you and Kat need to take tomorrow off."
I baulked at what her idea of fun might be.
"You're going to be at the party?" I asked.
"Yes. Don't look so worried. Once we've got a little wine in us, I'm sure
you'll be happy to enterain me. Kat, can I leave you in charge of that?"
"Of course," she smiled cruelly. "I've got some ideas."
"I believe that it's a matter of reputation," Lyn noted, and I knew what
she meant. Somehow, that night, they were going to create the illusion I
was a slut.
Tears threatened to escape again.
"Oh, not this again," Lyn chided. "You really should get a hold of your
emotions. Of course, it is that time of month, but that's not really an
excuse."
"What's going to happen tomorrow?" I asked.
Kat wiped a tear from my cheek. "I don't want to ruin the surprise. But
for now I think you should run along to Boots. If you keep your period
unchecked you'll ruin your pretty clothes."
She slapped my butt. A final smack. More cum leaked out even though my
troublesome orgasm had passed. It just reminded me so much of the
spanking I had just received.
"You like that?" she asked.
I tried to shake my head, but: "Yes," I murmured.
"I'm sure we can arrange for you to be punished more often," Lyn smiled.
I stood a little taller, trying to defend myself a little and claim back
some ground despite how pathetic I must seem to them. "I can't wear a
panty-liner or tampon today."
"Have it your way," Kat told me, and I smiled slightly.......but as she
continued my look turned to one of dread. "We'll consider this a little
pre-period leakage. Sometimes women are caught unprepared. But tomorrow
you'll wish you did what you were told."
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