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THE OFFICE
1/
Monday morning.
Steve studied himself in the mirror, the light of his apartment not the
best. The blouse didn't look too bad.
"You can't see anything in that thing," Kelsey, his landlady, told him
as she stepped up beside him. "If you're going girl I'll get you a
proper full length mirror in here."
"I'm not.....I mean.....Kelsey, this is just a freak one off," he said,
struggling not to tell her why he was stuck dressed like this. Or how
much he had dressed when he was younger.
You steal lingerie from a Mistress, this is the way the dice will land.
At least Kelsey was good humored, helping him to get ready. She caught a
peek of his bra; the very same one he had stolen.
"Is that the only one you have?" she asked.
He nodded, wondering where this would end. Would he end up with more?
How far would Mistress Brianna go in punishing him? He'd barely slept
last night at the prospect of going to work in a blouse. What else would
she have him do?
"Look at those bags," Kelsey said, and Steve took a second to realise
she meant underneath his eyes. "I'm no expert, but a little make-up
could fix that."
"You don't even wear make-up." Kelsey was very much a cute tomboy. "Why
would I take make-up tips from you?"
"Not me, then," she said, and stepped from his apartment.
2/
Steve waited for several minutes and was about to head out when Kelsey
returned. Steve could hear her talking. Shit. She had another woman with
her. No, no, no.......He didn't want anyone more than necessary to know
about this.
He looked around, but there was nowhere to hide as Kelsey and-
-Eve entered the room.
"Come on," he said. "This isn't fair. Kelsey, why would-?"
"Look, you said it yourself. I don't know jack about make-up," Kelsey
confessed. "But we all know how girly Eve is."
Eve, who was now in his face. Mesmerized.
"His clothes are cute. Not my thing, but they work on him. Where did you
get this?" Eve asked.
She was about his age. Brunette. All make-up and jewellery and hair tied
back. Blouse, skirt and heels. He couldn't help but stare.
"Hey," Kelsey said, punching his arm. "Snap out of it. Eve asked you a
question."
"I.....It's mine. I got it. I picked it up at-"
"No way," Eve said, shaking her head and wagging her finger. "That's
fine. You didn't pick that up at a charity. And where did you suddenly
get such good, classy taste from?"
"Come on, Eve," Kelsey said. "Give him a break. He just needs some help
with his make-up."
"I'm not wearing make-up," Steve protested.
"Just a little concealer to clean up his eyes," Kelsey noted.
Eve peered at him. "Yeah. We can do something with that."
3/
His situation was escalating. First it was the bra and panties. Once
discovered by Anna and Kelsey, he had started to relax. But then he had
to wear the blouse and was worried to death that more people would see
him. Then the concealer and foundation around his eyes that Eve had
blended expertly into his skin.
When she took a small brush out he baulked, turning white with fear.
"Just let me finish," she'd chastised him, applying eye shadow and a
light brush of mascara.
"Beautiful," Kelsey had whispered.
"Do I look really look better?" he'd asked, studying the mirror.
"Us real girls...." Eve began. "Sorry, don't take that wrong. I mean
girls like me, not Kelsey, pull tricks like that all the time."
So now, entering his office, he wasn't so much worried about the
lingerie or the blouse, but the make-up. He caught his reflection in the
window. Jesus. He was only a few steps removed from pretty. It would
take more work, but he was on his way.
Thank God this would be over soon.
4/
In the office he kept a low profile. He was the only salesman in that
day, alongwith Anna the Office Manager. She'd already gotten her high
heeled kicks out of him wearing a bra and panties, so he calmly rolled
with her punches when she saw the blouse - the floral pattern was
highlighted by the lights of the office. No hiding that. Ridiculous to
think he could.
At least she hadn't noticed the make-up. Eve had blended it expertly
into his skin. It was fooling everybody and-
"Mayfield!"
He looked back and up to the office that was housed above the pool area;
a variety of hot tubs and small pools on show for potential clients.
Bill McKinnock oversaw everything from up there. The man, bigger than
average with a seventies walrus moustache, tapped on his window, looking
out at his kingdom.
"Mayfield, get up here!"
He caught a glance from Anna, as she slowly placed her hands on her
cheeks and made an 'Oh no' expression.
He headed up the stairs. This wasn't fair. His boss was obviously pissed
about something. But why did it have to be today? When he was dressed
like this?
He knocked on the door.
"Well, come in! I know you're out there because I summoned you!"
He timidly went inside. McKinnock was a monster of a man. And today he
had sandwich crumbs sprinkled through his thick moustache that almost
made Steve laugh. Almost.
"What's happening with you? Your figures are down. Your add-on sales are
not happening. Your-"
McKinnock stopped.
"What's wrong?" Steve asked.
"What's that?" McKinnock asked, shambling around his desk for a closer
look.
"It's my-my new shirt, Sir."
McKinnock leered. "Fashion's not what it used to be. Are they flowers?"
Steve looked away to hide his blush. And his eye make-up while McKinnock
was so close.
"Yes, Sir. I like them. I like it. The blo-I mean, the shirt. It's nice,
isn't it?"
"Good God, Mayfield," McKinnock continued, returning to his seat, noting
what Steve had almost said. "What's happening with you?"
"I've got a good deal coming in," Steve said. "It will get me back on
top."
"Well, it better," McKinnock said, "or you can forget about Sales
Manager. I'll give it to Anna. She's already said she'll need-"
He started to laugh, unable to keep a straight face anymore.
"Steve, you crack me up. You should see your face."
"What? This is a joke?" Steve said, confused.
He heard a giggle behind him and turned.
"Anna?" he said.
"I told Mr. McKinnock about your new blouse."
"Yeah, thanks for that," Steve said, looking dismayed.
"You look cute, Steve," McKinnock smiled. "And I sincerely agree with
Anna."
"About what?" Steve asked.
"If I promote her, she'll need an Office Girl to-"
"No way," Steve protested. "That shit isn't funny anymore."
"Then get out there and close some deals," McKinnock growled.
5/
So, that was Monday.
Tuesday wasn't much better.
Eve and Kelsey knocked on his door bright and early. Eve touched up his
appearance. This time she added a hint of blusher and bronzer.
"Just to give you a bit of color," she said breezily.
"I don't want to do this," he said, wondering what Kelsey was hammering
at in his bedroom.
"Nonsense," Eve told him. "Kelsey told me how you like dressing up. This
is a big part of that, girl friend. Trying new looks. This is a pretty
day-look. Not too noticeable."
He let her finish.
"Please don't call me that," he said.
"What?" Eve asked, packing her brushes.
He started to turn crimson.
"Girl friend? You're precious, neighbor."
"Can I go now?" Steve asked. "Please."
"Not yet," Kelsey said, appearing from his room. "Why don't you take a
look?"
He walked to his room and-
-stopped short.
On his chest of drawers was a make-up mirror. A make-up mirror!? Bulbs
on creating an even glow. And on the wall Kelsey had fitted a full
length mirror.
"That will be much better when you are checking out how a dress looks
or-"
"Hold on," Steve said, raising his hand. "There won't be any dresses."
Kelsey smiled, a glint in her eye. "There better not be until I get my
rent."
He left for work in Mistress Brianna's --- his --- panties, bra, the
patterned flowery blouse which was much more obvious than he had ever
thought, and more than the previous hint of make-up.
Half an hour later, he walked into the office, quite terrified by what
was happening......but also loving it as so many old yearnings and
desires were being woken.
6/
"You really should get another top," Anna said. "Want to go shopping on
our break?"
He almost tripped over his own feet. "No. No way. Thanks."
It was another quiet day and McKinnock wasn't in so he spent the day
browsing on the internet, searching for more information about the woman
who was tormenting him. Wrong word. He was enjoying it to an extent.
Playing with him.......
He clicked back on her website. There was so much to explore and-
"What's that?" Anna asked as she passed his desk.
He closed the browser. "Nothing."
She touched his shoulder, felt for his bra strap. Gave it a sharp ping,
snapping it onto his skin.
"Ouch!" he cried out, surprised by the sudden sting.
7/
Poor Steve, Anna thought. He knew she was the Office Manager. If he'd
ever taken the time to read their relevant job profiles, he'd know that
one of her duties was to monitor server usage and internet records.
He'd obviously forgotten all about the guidelines in his company
handbook about conducting personal business online.
She sat at her desk, smiling. She looked at Steve as she freshened up
her lipstick.
He stared at her fingers holding the lipstick. Her red nails. Seemed
intent watching the lipstick being applied. Finished, she pursed her
lips.
"Want to try?" she asked.
"No....." he muttered. "No. That's ridiculous."
"Said the man in lingerie and a girly blouse," Anna chuckled quietly.
She quickly typed at her keyboard, calling up his logs from the last
couple of days. Until now, it all seemed normal enough. And then his
recent searches.......Mistress Brianna......
Anna clicked on her homepage, eyes widening slightly at a world she
obviously knew existed but had never experienced. She started to dig-
https://briannagames.wixsite.com/homeofhumiliation/sessions
-and couldn't help but stare at Steve, dumb-founded. So much choice.
Interactive stories. Assignments. Humiliation. Support.
Humiliation.......Was that what this is? she thought. Was he playing a
game with a Mistress? How naughty, she smiled deliciously.......How
wicked and delightful.........
8/
Steve tried to work, chasing dormant leads, but slowly became aware that
Anna was staring at him.
"Come on, get over it, Anna," he said. "It's just a blouse."
She smiled sweetly.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to stare. Still getting used to the new you, I
guess."
"There is no new me," he huffed, watching the door every time somebody
passed by, praying Mistress Brianna would come in today. He needed to
see her, get this blouse business out of the way. Make amends. Then this
would be all over. If she would let it......
9/
I spent the morning, as always, in that forest spot, staring up at the
gorgeous light. It was so calming and peaceful as I prepared myself
mentally for what was to come.
I hadn't been out for so long, and I had deliberately set up this
situation --- visiting Stephanie at his office --- to challenge myself.
To get back out in the world. Stephanie was my stepping stone on as I
returned from exile.
But the city.......Why hadn't I set a lunch date closer, in a quieter
suburb? Why had I chosen the loud-
10/
-city?
A horn blared as I crossed the road to the shopping center, startling
me. On the sidewalk, pedestrians hustled by, pushing and nudging me out
of the way as I froze. Various people eased me to the side, passing me
like a ball from one to another as I sensed my breathing kick up a gear.
Short, sharp breaths. My chest tightening. In front of a store window, I
started to pant. Looked around. Where was I? Why had I come all the way
out here when I was safe in my home? He couldn't touch me there, but
here.....Out in the open......
I doubled over, tears in my eyes, starting to panic.
I had to get back to my car, get back home. I couldn't think.
The whole city seemed to close in on me. People. Buildings. The traffic.
All of it looming large and loud.
"Miss-?"
I couldn't function. What was I thinking, coming out here? Andi. Andi
could help. I started to fumble in my handbag, searching for my cell.
"Miss, are you okay?"
I stopped. Looked up.
It was a young woman from the store I was in front of. She had come out
to help me. A stranger offering her hand. But how could I trust her?
Except for Andi, I hadn't trusted anybody since the Bad Thing. I'd even
lost friends as I slipped off their radars.
"Miss? Come inside."
I let her take my hand, my breathing still ragged. My chest felt like it
was going to implode.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
I started to focus. Barely a kid out of her teens, but caring for me
like I was her own mother.
"Can I sit for a moment?" I asked.
God. What had happened? I'd only been out of the car for five minutes.
I'd felt like I was standing on a precipice. But I had been in control.
And then the car horn making me jump and-
I had fallen from that precipice, spiralling down into a black hole.
My breathing strained again.
"Relax."
A glass appeared in front of me and I grasped it, trying not to let her
see my trembling fingers. It didn't work. First the water started to
ripple. Then the glass actually shook.
She held it in my hand calmly.
"It's okay," she said softly. "You're calming down now."
She eased the glass up and I sipped from it, registering for the first
time that we were in a clothes store. That we were sitting near the
fitting area.
"What's your name?" she asked.
It took me a second. I actually had to think about the elementary
question. "Brianna."
"It's nice to meet you, Brianna. My name's Deborah."
I nodded, aware she was trying to take my mind off how my mind and body
were behaving.
"I was so scared when I saw you," Deborah told me, smiling gently. "I've
just finished my first aid course for the store. I thought you were
having a heart attack."
I smiled to reassure her. "Just a panic attack. Sorry to be a flake."
A woman left the fitting area, a skirt in her hand and Deborah fell
silent. Diplomatic. Kind.
"I'm okay," I lied, still feeling a little wobbly even though my
breathing had settled. No need to lie down. No need for a paper bag.
"Are you parked nearby?"
I nodded.
"Do you want me to walk you to your car?" she asked. There was nothing
in her tone. No attitude or sarcasm. Bless her. She was an innocent
angel.
"I have a little business first. If-if-" Come on, I thought. I'm
stuttering and stammering like Stephanie in his bra. Learn how to open
up and accept help. Develop a relationship. Cultivate some trust.
I was betrayed once by a submissive which led to a horrifying assault. I
was desperately trying to put that behind me thanks to my chance
encounter with Stephanie. To do that surely meant being open.
I was going to suggest I call back into the store when I was returning,
but wasn't finding my words.
"Take a second," Deborah said, placing a hand on my leg.
The unexpected touch caught my breath.
"When do you take a break today?" I asked.
"I'm duty managing. I can cut out when I like."
Cut out? Kids still talk like that.
"Would you like to join me for lunch?" I asked, surprised by my own
suggestion.
Deborah looked surprised. "I don't know. My Mom always told me not to
talk to strangers."
I couldn't tell if she was joking, or if she was acknowledging our age
difference. I was usually great at reading people and body language, but
I was rusty because of my self-imposed exile and I was still coming down
off the panic attack.
"My treat," I said, hoping I didn't sound desperate.
"Let me get some cover out here."
11/
In the restaurant --- not too classy because I didn't want Deborah to
feel uncomfortable at the impromptu meal --- I saw her for the first
time.
About fifteen years younger, a toothy overbite that was the right side
of cute. In the clothes, obviously from the in-store range where she
worked, she was attractive, oozing a little sex. She hadn't yet matured;
yet to realise the subtle differences between good looking and sexy and
playful. So on and so on........
I don't think she realised that in the right outfits she would be quite
stunning. And the fact that she under-played this made me all the more
drawn to her.
Me......Old enough to be her Mom.......And half-crazy with
it.......drawn to her?
She was extremely beguiling.
"So that's me," she said, and I realised I had been rude, day-dreaming
about her instead of listening. But I had gotten enough:
She had graduated college with honors but when her mother fell ill she'd
ended her further education plans. She'd gotten a job and found an
apartment close to home. Became her carer. Had an older brother who was
in the service, following in the steps of her father. She wished she had
done something similar, but she was scared of that world......And they
had assured her that was okay, that fear was a valid emotion. And then
her Mom's cancer, and she knew she was in the right place.........
"What about you?" she asked, smiling as she nibbled coquettishly at her
starter.
I was lost for a moment. That sexiness again. Just over-powering. She
needed to tame that. Learn how to control her body language or it could
get her hurt.
I was a Mistress yet I realised this kid was wrapping me around her
pinkie finger. And, for now at least, out in the city for the first time
in a year, I was happy to be there. Maybe one day I'd teach her if she
wanted to learn, maybe she'd find her own way.......But for now, I
wanted to be nurtured.
Selfish, considering Deborah's own circumstances, but she seemed very
giving.
"If I tell you and you go through that door, I can't undo what you find
out," I began hesitantly. Actually nervously.
"Are you a spy?" she asked. "It sounds dangerous."
"Nothing so glamorous," I smiled. "Look, I haven't spoken about it for a
while. I'm a Mistress."
She didn't miss a beat. "Cool."
Kids, I thought. It was a whole new, accepting generation.
I went further, sharing a little about my world before I was raped. She
was keen and interested.
Telling her about the young submissive who had approached me and
assaulted me. She reached over the table and held my hand. Softly.
About how I had re-launched my career with literary games and fun for
any cross-dressers or sissies who stumbled over my website. She smiled
for me, tears in her eyes.
Her emotion was so genuine. She was so heartfelt.
How was I so lucky to find such a shining star? I thought. Was this some
kind of reward for trying to find my way back? Maybe karma wasn't a
bitch.
I then told her about Stephanie. The theft of my lingerie and how I
believed his game might help me. She nodded and understood. Didn't even
faze her.
12/
We walked slowly back to the store and I found myself longing to hold
her hand. Not because I was still jittery, but because I wanted to. I
wanted to feel the touch I had briefly experienced on my leg, but to
take it and not let it go, our fingers wrapping around each other's. I
was giddy. I smiled to myself. Actually giddy. An emotion that was alien
to me.
"We're back," she said, stopping outside the store, breaking my reverie.
Our hands were close and for a moment they brushed each other, fingers
skimming skin. A nervous energy.
"I best go find Stephanie," I said. "Thank you, Deborah."
"No, thank you. Lunch was delicious. I'm normally a Pizza Hut kind of
girl so that was.....quite special."
"You're welcome," I told her. "Keep caring for you Mom."
"I will."
I realised we were both making statements. Simple words to keep our
conversation going and not let this moment end.
"Do you-?"
"Would you-?"
"Beauty before youth," she smiled, that over-bite working over-time.
I couldn't even speak. Speechless. She had left me without words.
She held my hands, looked into my eyes. "I'd like to see you again."
13/
I managed to find the pool showroom where Stephanie worked without
further incident. Distracted, I was in a beautiful daze; a mist of
curiosity and happiness hanging over me.
I entered the pool show room, and found a woman at a desk.
"Can I help you?" she asked perkily.
"I'm here to see Stephanie," I told Anna, noticing her name tag. I
thought about Stephanie telling me about how his co-worker and his
landlady had seen his bra. Potential allies in my game, I thought.
"You must be mistaken. There's no Stephanie here. In fact, I'm the only
woman who works here. I'm Anna," she said, holding out her hand.
"Brianna," I said, and clocked her recognition. She definitely knew my
name. There were no images of me on my website because I stopped
sessioning in person and didn't want to be seen after what had
happened.......but she recognised my name, and it was obvious she had
seen my site. Another generation. This one reacting so much differently
to Deborah.......Deborah, back in my thoughts.......I longed to see her
again.
I shook Anna's hand as Stephanie came out of the back, freezing as his
heart skipped a beat when he saw me.
"Not the only woman," I corrected her. "Hello Stephanie."
"It's-you-it's Steve. Steve, er, Steve Mayfield."
"Stephanie, come here and let us see you," I told him.
He walked over, fidgeting with the blouse.
"Steve," he muttered, trying to save face in front of Anna. "My name's-"
"Do you want this sale?" I asked, feeling particularly playful after
meeting Deborah. I wanted to let go of all the pain and misery and have
fun. I turned on a cruel smile, just for him.
"Stephanie," he whispered.
"Sorry," Anna grinned. "I didn't quite catch that."
"My name is Stephanie," he said clearly.
Anna started to tap at her keyboard.
"Can you make......her.......a new name tag?" I asked, deciding now was
the perfect time to switch pronouns.
"Already on it," Anna said, stepping to a back room.
She returned moments later with a clear plastic tag, holding her hand
out in front of Stephanie.
"Give it to me," she instructed her.
Stephanie reluctantly removed her old name tag. Looked at it forlornly,
wondering if Steve would ever be back. She gave it to Anna, who dropped
it in a waste bin.
"What's up?" Anna asked, handing Stephanie her new tag.
Stephanie couldn't find her words. Fumbled around for a second. Panic in
her eyes......her beautiful, made up eyes.
I smiled, and she knew I had seen.
"It's a horrible realisation," I asserted. "That moment when a sissy
realises her worlds are colliding."
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