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John sighed with relief as he saw the hands of the clock edging to 5.
Nowadays he always felt that the workday would just never come to an end,
and yet he also dreaded coming home to Sandy. It was not always like that
for him. why, only six months ago he was a rising young executive, whose
future with Consoladated seemed assured. Assured that is, till his
atavistic male chauvinistic attitudes got him into deep trouble.He looked
down at the keyboard...funny how fast he had learned to type with those
long nails. Even more amazing to him was the fact that his heels felt
almost natural now. Poor John, the sexual harassment suit that was
threatened could have cost the company millions....but who would have
expected that the terms of the settlement would be so bizarre?
He licked his bright red lips and brushed a wayward curl back behind his
ear, feeling his long earrings swing as his manicured fingers brushed
against them.
That bitch Betty certainly demanded her pound of flesh. Even worse, the
management went along with her, and he was in no position to fight the
matter. His funds where not sufficient to settle the claim, and besides,
he had transferred most of them into Sandy's name for tax purposes. And
Sandy was having no part in helping him. She felt that he was getting
precisely what he deserved.
She was thoroughly fed up with his insistence that she always be dressed
to his image of femininity and was only too eager to turn the tables on
him. John had at least expected her to offer some objection to the
surgical procedures, but with wickedly erotic grin, she signed all the
necessary releases.
Finally, five o'clock. Standing up and smoothing out the skirt of his all
too short little black dress, John made his way to the lockers in the
woman's rest room. The way to the restroom past the executive offices on
"Walnut Row." Former colleagues still occupied those offices, and he knew
that they delighted in seeing their former competition wiggling his way
down the hall, now quite thoroughly emasculated. His shame was all the
more, as the terms of the settlement, which had been supposedly
confidential, where and open secret at consolidated. All knew that he
posed absolutely no threat to the the other employees in his use of the
lady's facilities. His panties had no unsightly bulges, they fit smoothly
as they where intended to.
The memory of that first shopping trip still was traumatic for him. Sandy
had a ball buying him a wardrobe that was designed to cater to his most
erotic male fantasies. Unfortunately, the clothing was now for him. It
seemed that everyone in the shop knew about him. How could they not? She
pulled him out of the dressing room in only his bra and panties, and they
where nearly nonexistent too. Thong panties left his bottom bare and
barely covered his now triangular pubic patch, If anything, the bra was
more erotic, so transparent that his permanently erect nipples could be
clearly seen. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that John had
been subjected to SRS.
A slap on his now rounded bottom brought him back to reality. Tom
Jaimison, his former rival, had taken advantage of John's mincing passage
down the hall to "hurry him along." As a former male he was often the
object of sexual harassment now, from both the men and the women.
Frankly, he was fair game, and all knew it.
"Pretty dress, Johnie," Tom laughed. Sandy loved him in this one. It
hugged his now lush curves and was as short as could be decently worn in
the office. He had to be very careful in how he positioned himself when
he retrieved files from the lower drawers of the cabinet. Try as he may,
there always was some leg show, but at least, for the most part, he
managed to keep his panties from showing. Underalls where "off limits"
for him. Stockings and garter belts where the rule. He knew that the
outlines of his panties where plainly visible through the thin fabric of
his dress and that the men bet each day on the color of his panties. Bets
where settled when he served afternoon coffee. While his hands where
occupied holding the serving tray, Betty would come up behind him and
tuck his skirt into the bow on that frilly apron they insisted he wear
while serving. All the men would have to be served before he could put
the tray down and readjust his skirts, much to the delight of those
present. You can be sure that coffee time was well attended and his
services where in demand by every department head.
Management solved the problem by posting a schedule, and the display of
his lingerie soon became a company institution. There even was a fund to
buy him the sexiest panties. Each week the pool winner had the option of
taking him shopping for the next week's lingerie, and the pool was not at
all restricted to woman alone.
Tonight he was being taken for a fitting for foundation garments. His
waist was a bit thick for Sandy's satisfaction. Even though lyposuction
had brought it down to 24 inches from its former 31, Sandy thought that
20 inches would be more to her liking. No point in fighting it. She got
her way all the time now. John resigned himself to a life in tight stays.
What he didn't realize was the effect that the tight lacing was to have
on his walk. No man would be able to ignore that new hip swinging gait he
would be forced into now. It was only a matter of time before some man
would bed him. Both he and Sandy knew that too. He dreaded the day.
The next day: Saturday:
John, in his wildest dreams could never have imagined what the fitting
would be like. He was not the first boy/girl to be fitted by Ms. Stanton.
Actually fitting these boy/girls was a distinct pleasure to her, and she
relished making the experience maximally embarrassing for them and
maximally erotic for herself and her staff. She had developed some rather
unique methods to control possible recalcitrant boy/girls like John.
Reluctantly, John had let Sandy lead him into the shop. Ms Stanton soon
had him in tow and brought him into the fitting room located in the rear
of her establishment.
"Off with your dress, Dearie, we have to make sure that your new
foundation fits properly," Ms Stanton laughed.
He hesitated, still not used to the fact that he no longer was a man
among women, but a sort of ersatz female who had no valid reason for
false modesty in the presence of real women. Sandy slipped behind him and
soon his dress was unzipped and Ms Stanton was helping him step out of
it. His panties, bra and teddy went soon thereafter leaving him standing
in only his garter belt, nylons and heels. As he tried to vainly cover
himself in a comical imitation of "September Morn" he felt his garter
belt being unfastened and the clips removed from his stockings. By
holding his thighs tightly together he managed to keep his stockings from
slipping down, but he knew that soon they too would slither down to his
ankles.
"Don't worry, sweet, they soon will be fastened to your new corset-----
and you'll just love how nicely the four garters on each side hold them
up," Sandy teased. "Four garters a side, that's eight all toll, I bet
there will be one in the back too, how awfully uncomfortable," he
thought. This would be the least of his discomforts. Wheeling out a small
platform with a telescoping rod firmly fixed to its center Ms Stanton
smiled evilly. "Let's get our little shemale onto the fitting platform."
Her breath was coming faster. This was the part she enjoyed the most. No
wonder John looked at the platform and gasped. It was about 3 feet in
diameter and stood 6 inches from the floor, moving easily on three
casters. He scarcely believed his eyes, for fixed into the center, on a
strong telescoping shaft, was a 7 inch dildo. One did not have to be
clairvoyant to imagine the purpose. "No, please, no, not that," he
whimpered and begged, all the while knowing that he really had no choice.
"Please, Sandy, not this."
"But Darling, you really need to be kept still for the fittings." Meekly,
he allowed himself to be led to the center of the platform. With a
practiced motion, Ms Stanton positioned him with the shaft between his
legs. Sandy reached into her purse for the K-Y jelly and soon that
horrible phallus was lubricated, and in less time than it takes to tell,
he was impaled on it. The locking device was at the side of the platform,
so there was no way that he could possibly reach it to free himself. He
was clearly to be there at their mercy till it suited them to release
him.
"I think a Victorian style would suit our little one here."
John looked with growing apprehension. The garment laced in back and
hooked in the front. From the way it stood up it was clear that it was
heavily boned under the pink floral satin. True to her word, eight
garters dangled from the lace trimmed bottom of the garment. He looked
imploringly at Sandy... "Please, darling, please, I promise to be a good
girl." The words choked in his throat. Imagine the former macho man
begging this way.
"I know you will, dear, you don't have much choice about that, do you
now?"
After snapping the front hooks about his waist the two women proceeded to
properly lace him in. As they expected his torso soon have very feminine
curves, his rounded bottom made even more prominent by the arching of his
back due to the heavy stays. His breasts where pushed up higher, giving
him that look he had so admired in women before.Sandy fixed his
stockings. "You know," mused Ms Stanton, "it is still early and there are
still good size crowds at the mall.....perhaps I could use a more
striking window display."
Sandy understood the import right away. With a wicked smile she agreed.
Soon John found himself helplessly being propelled across the store floor
towards the display window. Ms Stanton drew the curtain that was on the
mall side of the window and rearranged the manikins to make room for her
new attraction. Sandy went to her folio and brought out a placard.
Clearly this had been planned well in advance.
They positioned him in the center of the window and inserted the placard
into the clips on the front of the platform. The curtain was drawn and
the new manikin was on display. He now could see the reflection of the
placard in the window. Though it was backward he finally made it out with
some difficulty. "Former Macho Male--Convicted of sexual harassment Jan 3
1995"
The women smiled. And Betty, passing by the window during her shopping
trip, noticed her former boss, so fully humiliated and emasculated and
felt content. Justice had finally been done.
FIN
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