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OFFICE GIRL
1/
Stephanie woke to a hard knocking on the door. Tired, she rolled over,
having barely slept. She checked the clock, sure her alarm hadn't gone
off yet.
6am!
She got out of bed and padded to the door in her nightie. She peeked
out through the spyhole, yawning.
It was Kelsey and her neighbor, Eve. Both had helped her recently, but
she felt awful that she had let Kelsey, her land lady, down so badly
by not paying her rent on time while she was being forced into
dressing. Forced? Not the right word, but at six in the morning it
would suffice.
It saddened her that she had put Kelsey in the uncomfortable position
of issuing an eviction notice.
Another knock snapped her from her sleepy reverie and she opened the
door.
"What's wrong?" she asked the women.
Eve looked Stephanie up and down. Eyes barely open. Hair a mess.
"This is worse than I thought," she said. "We've got a lot of work to
do."
They stepped in and Kelsey took her hand. "Come on, Sleeping Beauty.
Let's get you in the shower."
2/
Kelsey knew everything now --- that her friendly neighbor Steve had
stolen lingerie from a Mistress with a tormented past, and was now
paying the price........But also, that she appeared to like what was
happening --- after her chat with Mistress Brianna, and wanted to help
Stephanie as much as possible.
She led the woman into the bathroom.
"First day of a new job. You can't-"
"Kelsey, how do you-?"
"Don't worry, Sweetie. I'm up to speed. Let's just get you ready for
your big day."
Kelsey started to help her out of the nightie.
"Stop!" Stephanie cried out, doing her best to hold it down.
"Silly, it's just us girls here," Kelsey said, not that she had ever
been much of a girl herself. Tomboy through and through. Not like
their friend Eve who wouldn't even leave the apartment without her
face on. She eased Stephanie out of the nightie. "Look at that little
clit."
At the humiliation, Stephanie felt her little clit twitch a little.
Kelsey watched it harden, trying not to laugh. She smacked it down.
Stephanie squealed.
"Stop mis-bahaving and get your shower, young lady," Kelsey chastised,
playing with her for a minute.
"Kelsey," she protested, "don't talk like that."
"In you go," Kelsey said, turning on the hot, powerful spray. "And
don't forget to shave."
Stephanie touched her chin. Felt the slightest stubble.
"Your legs and arms. Your body. I didn't realise you were so smooth
all over. You'll have to maintain that now. Do you have moisturizer?"
Stephanie nodded beneath the water.
"Good. We'll be waiting for you in the next room."
Stephanie called out Kelsey's name as she was nearing the door. The
tomboy turned back.
"I'm sorry......." Stephanie said. "For messing you around."
"Look, all that's sorted now," Kelsey explained. "We're good. Let's
just get you ready for your big day in the office."
3/
Stephanie took a long shower, not only taking time to carefully shave
and lather her body, but also worrying..........There would only be
about six people at the meeting. Maybe a few more. Jesus, what if
McKinnock, his boss, had made Head Office aware of the change? There
could be some very real senior management at the meeting. God, she
hoped not.
It was the first time she was actively trying to pass as a woman. The
game Mistress Brianna was playing had shifted gear, and instead of
humiliating her, it seemed she was actively trying to help her find
her way. But what if she couldn't do it.......? What if they
laughed......?
Anna, who would be her immediate supervisor, was wallowing like a pig
in mud, having fun at her expense. Stephanie believed Mistress Brianna
was trying to temper that and teach Anna, but at the moment her co-
worker was a wild card. So, in the office there was sure to be
laughter........
"Come on, Princess," Eve called, poking her head through the door.
"We've only got an hour or so to get you ready."
Wrapped in a towell, Stephanie saw the clothes Mistress Brianna had
chosen for her. A figure hugging shift dress that landed just above
her knee. It had a little back slit, and a pretty floral pattern. The
dress would be bad enough, but that pattern was very deliberately
making a statement of femininity. A matching lingerie set and
stockings.
"This is a good start," Eve said, "but over the next day or so you
need to start thinking more like a woman. Go out and accessorize. Now,
get dressed and sit down."
Stephanie did as she was told, still convinced she couldn't pull this
off. As Eve set to work on her make-up, she expressed her concern.
"Firstly, you're going to be beautiful by the time we've finished,"
Eve said, as Stephanie felt a brush sharply untangling her hair, and
realised Kelsey was stood behind, helping. "But you must know that
some people will laugh."
Stephanie looked down. Eve tipped her head up as she continued to
apply foundation.
"Keep still. The world, no matter how forward thinking it is becoming,
still isn't ready for girls like you. There are too many bad apples
who won't see a woman. They'll see a man playing dress up. They're the
ones that will laugh."
"But why?" Stephanie bleated, as Eve moved onto her eyes.
"Genetics. Generations of a close minded society, that is only just
opening up to women like you-"
"But hold on," Stephanie said, "I'm not even sure I'm a woman. This
was just a-a misunderstanding."
"Look, we all know about your Mistress, and what you did to her, you
naughty girl," Eve chuckled. "But you've had plenty of time to stop
this and you haven't. I think we all know that deep down you were-"
"No," Stephanie protested. "This is just a game. It will be over
soon."
"Okay, Sweetheart. Whatever lets you sleep at night."
Stephanie slipped into deep thought as Eve and Kelsey continued to
work, and couldn't believe the conclusions she reached. Would it be so
bad? If she was a woman? Not just pretending and playing these games
that embarrassed and humiliated her sometimes......But what if she was
an honest-to-God woman and all of this was her birth into the world?
Her first steps. She had repressed so much since she was younger; her
love of clothes, make-up, the need to just walk and move in certain
ways.......Need, not desire......Tears started to well in her eyes.
"Look," Eve whispered from far away, and Stephanie stared into the
mirror.
She gasped.
"Don't you cry," Eve warned.
Stephanie turned as Kelsey came around to the front. They had both
worked some kind of miracle. Her hair, although not that long, had an
obvious feminine shape and touch, and her make-up........She raised a
hand and touched her cheek.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"You'll need to freshen up through the day," Eve said. "So I've
dropped the lipstick and mascara I've used into your handbag. Be
careful with it and you'll be fine."
"Yes, Eve," Stephanie said.
Her neighbor continued: "I think what I'll do is visit you some
evenings for a while. Teach you some different looks. Get you
practising and then you'll be set by yourself."
"Thank you so much," Stephanie said, starting to get emotional.
"Don't you dare start crying," Eve said, wiping at her own eyes.
Stephanie suddenly jumped up. "I don't have any shoes!"
Kelsey touched her arm. "Don't panic. You've got small feet
and.......Eve?"
"Well, your sneakers won't work with that dress," Eve told Kelsey, and
laughed. "Give me a minute."
While Eve was gone, Stephanie gave Kelsey the biggest, warmest hug;
Kelsey returning the gesture.
Eve returned.
"Try these on," she said.
The heels were about 3 inches. Stephanie had worn about that height
when she was younger so felt she could walk comfortably in them. They
sure were a tight fit and would be pinching all day, but........
She nodded. "Thanks, Eve."
"Just remember: small steps. Walk with feminine grace, but you're not
in a pantomime. Make sense?"
"Makes sense," Stephanie said, taking her first steps around the room.
"Less on the hips," Kelsey said. "You're going to work, not out to
seduce a-"
She stopped. It was an awkward moment. The first real one of the
morning.
"Do you-?" she began.
"I don't know," Stephanie said. "I used to love women. But it was
always more about their company. Being with them. Not the sex."
Eve turned on the news. One of those fluffy morning shows that would
try to make you smile even if they were reporting a nuclear attack.
"What do you think of her?" she asked, indicating the leggy blonde on
the couch.
"I love her outfit," Stephanie marvelled. "I wish I could look that
good."
"We all do, girl," Eve laughed.
"I don't" Kelsey grinned. "Doll."
"What about him?" Eve smiled, fantasizing about her hunky couch
companion before she even finished the question. She even let out a
slight moan.
Stephanie nudged her, embarrassed. "Don't," she said.
"You little cock whore," Eve laughed. "You're thinking about him."
"Shut up," Stephanie grinned.
"You are. Just your mouth and wet lips or would you let him give you a
good bottom fucking for being a naughty girl. Let him spank you and-"
"Stop it!" Stephanie cried out. "It was funny at first, but I just
don't know. It's so confusing."
"Sorry," Eve smiled. "Really. I didn't mean to aggravate you. I just
thought-"
Stephanie was aware she had almost spoiled the morning, and decided to
put things right, even though she was still not sure what she would do
if the presenter was on her own couch.
"He is hot, isn't he?" she smiled wickedly.
4/
The meeting was held in their small training room. There was Anna and
Mr. McKinnock. The four other salesman, his former colleagues and
competitors.
Stephanie remembered some of their lewd comments and the way they had
joked about women and sex. It was like the #metoo movement had never
even impacted on their world. This was going to be horrible. She hoped
Anna would offer her some kind of protection from them, but it was
unlikely.
"Some of you may have noticed a change in the way our work colleague,
Steve, has been dressing and......"
It was obvious blue collar Bill McKinnock was struggling with the
introduction, so Anna tapped him on the shoulder.
"Steve Mayfield has been struggling for a while with who he is," Anna
said, confidently taking over. "He's expressed privately to me about
what he wants to do, and for a week or so now, he has been expressing
himself more openly."
"Queer!" somebody called from the back.
"Damn it!" McKinnock boomed, slapping his hand on the desk at the
front of the room.
Stephanie smiled. McKinnock was old fashioned and was no doubt
struggling with this change more than anybody, but he was defending
her. But then Stephanie's smile disappeared..........
"He might be queer," McKinnock continued, "but I'll not have that kind
of talk in the workplace. If he likes cock now, that's up to him and-"
"Bill," Anna said, shocked. She stepped up confidently. "Bill, I've
got this."
She paced along the front of the small ranks, heels clicking on the
floor.
"Steve has decided to make some changes in his life," she told them,
and then dropped the gender change into her speech. "She will be known
as Stephanie from now on."
The men in the room looked around.
"Is this some kind of joke?" one called.
"Stephanie is a beautiful woman who has been struggling within her
male body for many years, and has trusted us to help her shine. We
will do that."
Stephanie smiled again.
"You will treat her as you would any woman. With respect. It will be a
difficult adjustment, but in time I expect you will see her as the
female she is. If you need help with this, Head Office is offering
counselling."
They started to chunner, but stopped as ---- a new set of heels
sounded on the floor.
Stephanie walked to the front of the room, hearing a couple of wolf
whistles. So she could pull it off from behind, and at a distance,
but-
Anna nodded and held her hand for a moment.
She leaned to him, and Stephanie was expecting words of encouragement.
Instead, Anna whispered: "This little show is for Head Office. We're
going to have so much fun with you."
Stephanie turned to face the room, white despite her make-up.
5/
She spent the morning working the room. One of her co-workers, an
older man named Roger, quit on the spot and didn't even greet her. The
rest were open to her presence, if a little confused.
"Time for a little work. Let's get open," Anna declared, and showed
Stephanie to her desk near the entrance of the pool showroom. "While
you are directly under me, you will help the salesmen in anyway they
need you. Any way at all."
The two who were left working the showroom grinned. One held his groin
and Stephanie couldn't help but stare uncomfortably.
"For now, though, it's getting close to lunch-time. Will you be a good
girl and pop out for sandwiches. A couple of other things?"
"Yes, Miss Anna," Stephanie said, and picked up her handbag.
6/
Once outside the office, Stephanie felt better. More confident. She
was probably fooling about seventy percent of the people, men and
women, who passed her by........But then another thought. It wasn't
about passing.........
This is who I am, she thought. Take me or leave me. I might be a
little confused about gender and sexuality, but I'm not trying to pass
as a woman because.......
She shivered, but didn't find any comfort when she opened Anna's
shopping list. As well as the small buffet she was collecting for the
staff, she had to purchase pads and panty-liners and.....super-sized
tampons.
7/
Back in the show room, making as little a deal about it as she could,
she laid the buffet out in the staffroom. Anna and the remaining male
staff entered and dug into the food. The men not sure what to say.
"Here you go," Stephanie said, handing Anna a bag that kept the
feminine hygiene products discrete. She felt a little privileged that
Anna had shared she was due on. It made her feel more like a woman.
Anna peeked inside.
"Oh, these are not mine," she said, loud enough for the men to look
around. She placed each on the table for all to see: the panty-liners,
the pads and finally the super-sized tampons. "I'm suprised you are so
open about having your period."
"But, you asked-" Stephanie began.
Anna opened the box of panty-liners and handed her one. "Do you know
what to do with that?"
Stephanie, blushing, nodded slowly. "It sits in my panties to-"
The men started to laugh.
"What the hell is this?" one of them said, feeling a little
uncomfortable. "If you're on your period, Stephanie, just sort it out.
We don't need to hear this."
"But I-" Stephanie began.
"It's important," Anna continued, "that you are prepared."
She opened a tampon box.
"No. I don't-" Stephanie stammered. This was devastating. It would be
one thing to be made to wear a panty-liner and.......a tampon! But for
it to be happening in front of the men working with her
today.........She felt so small.
"Now, be a big girl. This is your first period so you need to take
precautions," Anna explained.
She held a tampon up.
"Where can she put-?" one of the men began, and then stopped short.
"Oh........"
"This should be a good fit for that pussy of yours," Anna continued.
"It has an applicator, so you must be very careful. Insert it into
your pussy and push the tampon in. Make sure the string is dangling
out or you'll be in for a painful and humiliating visit to the ER."
Stephanie's fingers were trembling as she took the tampon and walked
into the ladies rest room, not believing what was happening.
Anna removed Stephanie's cell and downloaded a period tracker, setting
it with relevant information. She made the cycle as short as possible,
the period as long........
Stephanie stepped out with massive trepidation. The men were grinning.
"Sit down," Anna said. "Considering where your pussy is, the tampon
you are wearing will likely be uncomfortable. Just wiggle your bum a
little on the chair and get used to it. You can change it, and your
panty-liner, in about five hours."
Stephanie did as she was told. The men laughed.
"We'll consider your period training for something more as well," Anna
told Stephanie.
"I don't understand," Stephanie, upset and confused, said.
Anna looked at the men. "For when you might want to fill your pussy
with something bigger, of course."
8/
Stephanie spent the rest of the day answering and making calls,
completing typing exercises, trying to find a comfortable way to sit
with the tampon jamming in her pussy. Sometimes the men would ask for
paperwork of one kind or another, just so they could watch her wiggle
around the room in her heels.
One of them, Kenny, was finding himself as hard as a rock and couldn't
wait to get some alone time with the new girl. He expressed this with
Anna privately, and she assured him there may be an occasion coming up
soon.
Towards the end of the day, Mistress Brianna arrived to collect
Stephanie.
9/
I spent nearly an hour in the training room with Anna. It was now
being used for training of another kind as my charge reported on the
day.
"You can't force too much on her, too fast," I explained to Anna, who
had taken a keen interest in the game I was playing with Stephanie.
"She has to be at least almost ready to do what you ask, or you are
bordering on some seriously unethical behaviour."
"Yes, Mistress," Anna nodded. "But she should be on a cycle if-"
"I know. And we'd have got there sooner than later. Now, who's this
Kenny?"
Anna pointed him out through a window.
"Handsome enough, I suppose," I said. "A little slovenly. But why
should she start with the best? Start planting the idea with
Stephanie. Don't mention Kenny. Just the seed and notion of being with
a man."
"We're really going to do this?" Anna said, almost clapping.
The young woman was a fire-cracker that could explode unpredictably.
She needed to get a better control of her rash and impulsive side if
she was to continue.
"We're going to facilitate. Stephanie has expressed no interest in
being forced into sexual behaviour. We'll provide an opportunity and
see what happens."
"But you must have-"
"I've done plenty in the past," I assured Anna, and flashed on what
was being done to my rapist. "More than you could want to know or
imagine. But I'm not that Mistress anymore. Stephanie is special to
me, and I while she may be humiliated, I won't see her hurt."
10/
I offered Stephanie a ride home and she was surprised at the direction
we were taking.
"Where are we-? My apartment is-"
"Kelsey, Eve and I moved you out this morning," I told her.
"Moved me out?"
"You have enough going on at the moment. I don't want you to worry
about where you are living."
I think she started to realise then where we were going. A few
minutes later we arrived at my home, the electronic gates parted and I
stopped near the guest house.
"You are welcome here," I said slowly, a little unsure, but knowing
this was a step I had to take in my continued rehabilitation into the
world. It would help me to develop trust and feel comfortable around
strangers.
"But your grounds are massive......" she said, noticing that
excavation work had begun on the pool site. "There's even the forest
parkland and-"
"And you are welcome to explore it. This is your new home. For now, at
least."
"But how can I afford it? I've just taken a pay cut and it seems I
still have a lot to buy if I'm-"
I touched her leg. "Stop worrying."
We got out of the car and I showed her around the rooms. The last time
I had been in the guest house my old peer, Mistress Andi, had been
here, proudly showing off how she was torturing my rapist. I needed to
create a happier space, and Stephanie would help with that.
"Do you like it?"
"Of course. But how can I pay for it?" Stephanie protested.
"Don't worry," I assured her. "I have an idea that I think we'll both
enjoy."
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