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Anything For An Interview Suit
William's Crazy Trip
by Ann Michelle
Copyright 2019. All rights reserved. For mature audiences only. All
characters are above the legal age. Don't buy or read this book if you
are under the legal age or anything you see herein is illegal where you
live. Don't try any of this at home.
Chapter Four: "His Lost Luggage"
--o--
William and Mandi were second in line. They were at the lost luggage
counter at the airport. William was nervous. He had been in public
several times now dressed as a woman, but had yet to get used to it. He
didn't think he ever would. Of course, he wasn't really hoping to get
used to it either. To the contrary, he was hoping he would never be in
public in another item of feminine clothing for the rest of his life.
Not wearing panties added to his nervousness.
"You know," said Mandi. "You really carry yourself well as a girl for
being a boy."
William tensed up. His head shot around to see if anyone had heard her.
They hadn't. Nevertheless, he hissed, "Don't say something like that!
Someone could hear you!"
"What if they do?"
"Then they would know!"
"So?"
William glared at her. "What do you mean, 'so'?"
"I mean 'so.' What do you think they're going to do? Call the police?
Scream and pass out? They're not going to strip you naked and shove a
red hot poker up your a--"
"Can we please not talk about this?!"
Mandi snickered. "Ok. But you do walk really well for being a boy.
You're great in heels."
"Thanks," grumbled William. "Sandy makes me practice."
"Really?"
"Yeah. She doesn't want me 'stomping around' anymore."
"Well, she trained you well."
William ignored her. The woman in front of them had just been called to
the counter. He stepped forward and looked around, trying to see if
anyone had spotted him. Fortunately, the room was largely empty and no
one seemed to pay him much attention; though when they first arrived at
the airport he thought he had gotten some strange glances walking from
the parking garage.
"How often does she make you practice?" asked Mandi.
"What?" asked William, who did not want to continue this conversation by
any means.
"You seem really nervous," observed Mandi.
"That's because you won't stop talking about this!"
"It's no big deal. Nobody cares."
"They'll care if you tell them I'm a woman!" snapped William a little too
loudly. His eyes shot around again. Fortunately, there was no one
nearby.
Mandi snickered. "Who's telling everybody now?"
William glared at her. "You are."
"Want me to lift your skirt again?" laughed Mandi.
A look of panic appeared on William's face. "Don't you dare."
"You liked it, admit it."
"I did not!"
"Next," called the man in the blue uniform behind the counter. William
was relieved to stop Mandi from continuing this conversation. He was
also relieved that he would soon have his suitcase and be out of here.
He needed to get away from being in public and, even more so, he needed
to get somewhere he could focus on preparing for his interview; the
Professor had warned him they might ask him technical questions and he
needed time to review his class notes.
William stepped up to the counter.
The man didn't smile. He barely even looked up from his computer.
"Luggage tag."
"I don't have it."
The man looked up and sighed. "You don't have the luggage tag?"
"No. Sorry."
"Do you have your ticket and some form of identification at least?"
William nodded. Then he pulled open the large brown purse Mandi had made
him carry and fished out his ticket. He handed it to the man and then
returned to his purse to find his wallet. In the meantime, the man noted
the flight number and then checked his computer. They did indeed have
three suitcases from that flight that had not been claimed.
"Tough flight," said the man.
"What do you mean?"
"We don't normally have so many bags go wrong from one flight. They must
have had a computer glitch or something. Do you have your ID?"
William found his wallet. From it, he pulled his driver's license. He
handed it to the man. He hadn't really thought about the fact he didn't
exactly match his driver's license at the moment when he handed it to the
man.
"This is you?" asked the man incredulously.
William bit his lip. "Ug," he thought. He hoped the man would handle
this professionally and quietly.
No such luck.
"Hey Bill," said the man to the other man at the counter. "Check this
out."
"Now wait a minute," said William.
"Just relax, Ma'am," said the man snidely. "We have this handled." He
then stepped over to his friend and showed him William's identification.
The other man put his hand to his mouth and tried to suppress a laugh.
"Damn!" said the other man.
William felt himself shrink. This was humiliating. But what could he
do?
"I'm sorry, is there a problem?" asked Mandi, who had stepped between the
counters and now confronted the two men.
The first man looked Mandi up and down. "This says your friend is a
man."
"He is."
"He doesn't look like a man," said the first man.
"Neither do you," shot back Mandi.
William put his hand on her shoulder. "It's all right, I'll handle it."
Mandi pushed his hand away and ignored him. "Why don't you do your job
and get on your computer and find my friend's missing luggage before I
decide to report you to your manager?"
The man chuckled. "Report away."
Mandi raised an eyebrow. "You're saying that won't help?"
"All I'm saying is good luck with that."
"I see," said Mandi. Then, with one lightening fast move, both of her
hands shot out from her sides and grabbed each of the two men by the
crotch. She squeezed her hands shut and her grip became a vice. Both
men doubled over. The first one nearly fell to his knees. "Do I have
you attention now, boys?"
"Yes," gasped the first. "Absolutely!"
"You do," said the second.
"Good. Because I don't like people making fun of my friends. So now
we're going to move back over to your computer and you're going to run a
search for my friend's suitcase, got it? And if there's another
disparaging word, I'm going to rip something off each of you.
Understood?"
"Yes-- yes, Ma'am."
The other man nodded. He looked ready to burst.
Mandi slowly inched the group several paces to the left where the first
man could work the computer. The entire time, she held on to both of
their manhoods, through their pants, with an iron grip. They were
clearly in pain. Mandi, however, was smiling mischievously.
"This is the second and third one of these I've held today. I'm starting
to get used to this," said Mandi pleasantly. There was no hint of stress
or anger in her voice. She seemed quite calm.
"I'm glad," said the shocked William.
"It's funny that boys come with a handle... well, more of a controller,
really. And they say women are the weaker sex. Ha! There's probably an
on-off button somewhere inside your butts too."
William snickered at the absurdity of this. He looked around to see what
the people around him were doing. By pure chance, the small room was
temporarily empty. He did notice a couple of young women watching from
near a luggage carousel way down the hallway, they were giggling, but no
one else seemed to notice.
"She leads a charmed life," he told himself.
"Your bag isn't one of the ones we have," said the man through painfully
clenched teeth after entering more information in his computer.
William's jaw dropped. "You don't have it?!"
"No. Someone must have taken it."
William furrowed his brow. "What kind of jerk takes someone else's
luggage?"
"Yeah, what kind?" asked Mandi guiltily.
"I can give you a form to make a claim, but if you wait a couple days,
people almost always bring them back once they realize their mistake. If
you want to leave a phone number where we can reach you, we'll contact
you once it comes in," said the man. His voice sounded hoarse.
"We don't have time for that," said William.
"Why not?" asked Mandi, still maintaining her grip on both men.
"You don't understand. My suit was in there! I need that for the
interview tomorrow morning. I can't wait."
"Buy a new suit."
"I don't have money for a new suit!" William's whole future employment
life seemed to be flashing before his eyes owing to a lack of pants. He
had no idea what to do now.
Mandi frowned. "I don't know what to tell you." Then she perked up.
"Wear the one you're wearing!"
William glared at her. "Are you kidding?"
"You'd be memorable."
"Not in a good way."
"Who knows, maybe this is exactly what they're looking for?"
"Can you please let us go now?" pleaded the second man.
Mandi blushed. "Oh yeah. Sorry. I forgot."
She let go and the second man immediately fell to his knees. He
proclaimed "Damn!" and then crawled behind the counter quite possibly to
die. The first man grabbed his crotch also and started rubbing it,
through his pants of course, to sooth the pain.
Mandi ignored them and turned back to William. "So what do we do?"
"Can you loan me money?"
Mandi shook her head. "I barely have gas money."
"What am I going to do?"
"I don't know."
Unnoticed by either Mandi or William, a tall blonde woman with exquisite
taste in clothes walked up behind them. She wore an emerald green dress
with silver platform sandals with a thick heel and a double t-strap. On
her fingers were several expensive rings, and diamond earrings hung from
her ears.
"That's a lovely suit," she said.
William turned to face her.
"You know, of course, it's mine," she added.
This day just kept getting better all the time.
Chapter Five: "You Have My Suitcase"
--o--
William stared in shock at the gorgeous woman in the emerald green dress
and the silver shoes. She radiated confidence. She radiated danger too.
William found himself rather intimidated; this was not someone you
crossed. Mandi too looked nervous. She and William exchanged worried
glances.
"What is yours?" asked William nervously. His mouth had gone dry.
"That suit you're wearing," said the woman.
William swallowed hard and looked down at the wheat-colored suit and
neutral open-toed pumps he wore. This was a disaster... another
disaster. How in the world could he be so unlucky, he wondered? How
could the owner of that suitcase be here right now at this very instant?
And how was he going to get out of this? He decided it was best to deny
everything and hope for the best.
"These are my clothes," insisted William.
Mandi nodded her head helplessly.
The woman snickered condescendingly. "Hardly."
"Wh-- what makes you say that?"
"For starters, young man, you aren't even a woman. You're a boy. And
those clothes were not made for you. They were made for me. They were
made specially for me."
William's jaw dropped. How did she know he was a boy? No one else knew!
Well, no one knew until they read his drivers license or until Mandi
flashed his erection at them... but apart from that, no one knew!
Practically no one.
"How-- how did you know?" he asked cautiously.
"Very few women have six-inch bulges in their skirts. Or is it four
inches?"
Mandi raised a curious eyebrow and leaned over to one side to look around
William at his crotch. She saw the bump and smirked. "I'm thinking four
is more like it," she said.
William blushed. "I've never measured."
"I'm sure," said the woman coldly. "Where is my suitcase?"
"Hold on! How do we know these clothes belong to you?" demanded Mandi.
"You're a lot taller than William and thinner, but they fit him. That
means they won't fit you!"
"My dear, if they didn't belong to me, I wouldn't be asking for them,
would I?" said the woman rhetorically.
"Can you describe them?"
The woman rolled her eyes. Then she looked William up and down. "Wheat-
colored skirt suit with a white blouse and open-toed designer pumps
handmade in Italy. Is that what you mean? Oh, and the purse isn't mine.
I'm assuming that's second hand or something."
Mandi blushed in embarrassment. "That's mine."
The woman smiled coldly, which made Mandi shrink away.
"Well, anyone could have described the clothes like that," said William,
taking up where Mandi had surrendered.
"How else would you like me to describe them?" said the woman with
growing annoyance.
"I don't know. Tell me something not everyone in this room could see
just by looking at them."
"Very well. There's a label on the inside--"
"There's no name written inside these."
"I didn't say I'd written my name in them like some child's underwear
when they're away at camp. I said there was a label. The label is from
the tailor who made these items for me. What's more, the broach you are
so proudly wearing is a family heirloom."
Both William and Mandi glanced at the broach.
"Now, I've proven to you that these are mine and I am in no mood to
continue this argument. So are you going to give me my suitcase or do I
need to call over those two police officers and have you both arrested
for trying to steal it? Let me caution you that the broach alone will
constitute grand theft."
William and Mandi looked to where the woman pointed and saw two police
officers moseying about. They looked bored. They looked like they would
enjoy the excitement of arresting a cross-dressing thief and his panty-
less accomplice. It seemed best to avoid involving them.
"Look," said William. "This wasn't my choice."
Mandi rolled her eyes. "He says that a lot."
"It really wasn't. My suitcase got taken by mistake. I took yours by
mistake. I thought it had a Mickey Mouse sticker on it, but it was a
Minnie Mouse. I didn't realize that--"
"You couldn't tell the difference between Mickey and Minnie?" asked the
woman incredulously.
"That's what I said," said Mandi.
William blushed. "I was in a hurry."
The woman shook her head. "All right," she said. "That explains why you
took my suitcase. Now explain to me what part of that explanation led
you to decide to open my suitcase and to start trying on my clothes?
Surely, you wore your own clothes on the plane. Or you could have worn
your friend's clothes if you felt the need to be a woman." She pointed
at Mandi when she said this.
William cast his eyes to the ground. "It was kind of a dare."
The woman stared at him. "So you're an idiot to boot."
"Yeah," said Mandi. "He is."
"I suppose it was your dare," said the woman rather accusingly to Mandi.
Mandi blushed and bit her lip.
"I'm really sorry," said William.
"So am I," added Mandi.
The woman rolled her eyes again. "Heartwarming," she said sarcastically.
"Just give me back my suitcase so I can be on my way. You two can go
steal suitcases to play dress up to your hearts' content after that."
William and Mandi glanced nervously at each other once again.
The woman's brow darkened. "What?"
"We don't have it here," said William.
"It's at my apartment," said Mandi.
The woman exhaled frustratedly. She took several seconds to process this
before she spoke again. "All right," she said firmly and leaving no
doubt this was a command, not a proposal. "Here's how we're going to
handle this. You're both going to give me your identifications, car
keys, wallets, whatever else you are holding. That way, you can't run
away. Then we're going to your apartment to collect my suitcase."
"And if we refuse?" asked Mandi cautiously.
The woman smiled a bitter smile. Both William and Mandi got the message.
William nodded his head. "All right."
A moment later, they handed over their identifications and wallets and
walked outside with the woman. When they stepped to the curb, a black
car appeared. It wasn't quite a limousine, but it was very nice and
roomy. It had a driver too. The woman climbed into the back and they
followed. The woman handed Mandi's driver's license to the driver and he
took off toward her apartment.
As they drove, the woman kept eyeing them. William and Mandi both felt
uncomfortable. They felt like children caught with their fingers in the
cookie jar who now awaited some punishment. There was nothing they could
do, however. They had been separated from their car, their keys and
their money... what little they had of it. The woman had their names and
addresses too. If she called the police, they could be in serious
trouble. All they could do right now was obey.
"I take it you're a cross-dresser?" said the woman as they made their way
through town.
William blushed. "No, I'm not. Why does everyone think that?"
"Duh," said Mandi. "Have you looked in the mirror lately?"
"Just because I'm wearing women's clothes doesn't make me a cross-
dresser."
"No, but you must be a cross-dresser," said the woman.
"I'm not. This was just a dare, like I said."
The woman shook her head. "The way you walk in heels suggests
practice... lots of practice. Moreover, there's stubble on your legs,
suggesting you shaved them. But it's several days old, which suggests
you shaved your legs a few days ago. Hence, you didn't just shave your
legs to put on my clothes. There are traces of nail polish on your
cuticles too. That means you painted your nails recently, but took it
off, again before you put on my clothes. Clearly, you've dressed as a
woman before, recently in fact, and before you stole my suitcase."
"You go, Sherlock!" laughed Mandi.
William turned bright red with embarrassment. "I'm not a cross-dresser,"
he said futilely. "I've just had a couple of unfortunate things happen
to me recently. None of it was my idea."
"This was your idea?" asked the woman of Mandi.
Mandi shook her head. "No. I only met him today. But don't let him
fool you, he's a cross-dresser."
"I am not!"
"Either way, you look phenomenal," said the woman.
"I do?!"
"Yes. Most men look awful in dresses. They look uncomfortable and
unshapely. They act overtly masculine. They act nervous. There is
nothing natural about them. You, by comparison, are genuinely passable.
If it weren't for that telltale bump in your skirt, I would have thought
you were a girl."
"I told you that you looked good," said Mandi.
William sighed. This wasn't really something he wanted to hear. The
idea that he was passable was an affront to his manhood, even if it had
helped him maintain some dignity during the bizarrely large number of
instances where he had found himself cross-dressed in public lately. And
right now, his manhood was struggling. Moreover, he certainly didn't
want either Mandi or this woman getting any ideas about him being able to
go out in public like this. The sooner he got back to the apartment and
out of these clothes the better!
"I still look like a man," he said contrarily.
"No, you don't," said the woman.
"Not really," added Mandi. "Those guys in the Jeep didn't know."
"Jeep?" asked the woman.
Mandi snickered and explained. As she did, William sunk into the seat.
He looked out the window to avoid their eyes. By coincidence, they were
just passing the spot where Mandi had flashed the two college guys with
his dick. Part of him fought the urge to chuckle as he recalled their
expressions, but the rest of him would rather forget that two men had
masturbated over him.
"Show me your erection," said the woman suddenly.
William furrowed his brow and returned his glare to the woman. "What?"
"I want to see your dick."
"Why?"
"I need to see how photogenic it is."
William's jaw dropped. "How what?"
"I need to know how it will look on film."
"Why would my dick ever end up on film?" William shook his head
vigorously. "There is no way I'm ever putting my dick on film, and there
is no way I'm showing it to you."
"I don't think we understand each other," said the woman calmly, but
coldly.
"You got that right."
"Why do you want to see his dick?" asked Mandi, whose curiosity was
piqued.
"I had those clothes made for me by an expert tailor to fit my model
perfectly," said the woman. "He was coming in with them in the suitcase,
but he wasn't at the airport when I arrived and he's not answering his
phone now. I suspect he left when he couldn't find the suitcase."
Neither William nor Mandi had yet picked up on her use of the masculine
pronoun to describe the model. They assumed she meant the tailor was
bringing them in.
"How does that affect me?" asked William.
"The clothes fit you like a dream, we can all see that. And obviously,
you're very pretty as a woman. So I've decided I want you for my photo
shoot. You're going to be my new model."
William and Mandi's jaws both dropped. Was this woman truly suggesting
that he pose for photos in women's clothes? Did she really want him to
act as a model for whatever she was doing? That was ridiculous, thought
William! He was a man! There was no way he could - or would - model
women's clothes!
"Me?! No! No way," said William. "No one is taking pictures of me in
women's clothes."
"I am," said the woman.
Mandi chuckled at the thought of poor William posing for photos in
women's clothes and couldn't resist adding her sarcastic two cents:
"Make sure you send me copies of the photos. You're going to look so
cute in all those dresses and skirts," she laughed.
"You're not out of this either, my dear," said the woman.
Mandi furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?"
"I need two models for this particular shoot and you're perfect for what
I need as well."
"Me?!" exclaimed Mandi. "Forget it! I look horrible in photos. The
camera adds like forty pounds to my frame and gives me zits. Trust me,
you don't want me in any photo you're going to take."
"You'll be fine."
"Yeah, you'll look cute," said William snidely, parroting back Mandi's
comment to him.
Mandi smacked William on the arm with the back of her hand. "Look at
what you got us into with that stupid suitcase."
"Me?! You made me wear the clothes!" shot back William.
"You didn't have to agree!"
"You weren't going to let me out of it!"
"Children, behave," said the woman calmly.
They stopped arguing. William then sat up straighter. "Listen lady," he
said, "you don't want me. I'm a guy. I have a dick. It can pop up at
the most inopportune times." He glanced at his crotch hoping for a
timely display of this, but his penis wasn't cooperating. "Either way,
you don't want me. I'm a guy. You want someone who looks natural in
women's clothes - a woman, for example!"
"No, you're what I'm looking for."
William bit his tongue. Was this woman crazy? What kind of photo shoot
would use a man wearing women's clothes? No matter how much she thought
he was passable, the truth would be obvious on film. You just can't hide
a thing like that.
"This isn't going to work," said William.
"You let me decide that."
William exhaled unhappily again. "All right, let me be even more clear.
I can't do this. I have an interview that I need to get to tomorrow. I
don't even have a suit anymore since my suitcase is gone, and I don't
have any money. I need today to figure out what I'm going to do about
that. I can't waste any time today doing some crazy photo shoot."
The woman snickered.
"What?" asked William.
"Then this is truly your lucky day. I happen to have a large collection
of excellent suits at my estate. When you're done with the photo shoot,
I'll let you have one. You will also be paid for your time," said the
woman. She then looked at Mandi. "As will you."
Mandi and William glanced at each other. Despite his recent aversion to
all things feminine - on him at least - this sounded like the only
realistic solution he had to the suit crisis. That made this something
he needed to consider. What he had to do wasn't ideal, but maybe it was
an acceptable price. He needed a suit for his interview. Getting paid
on top of that would help too. He still wasn't sure though.
"What are the photos for?" asked William.
"What do you mean?" asked the woman.
"Are they going to be in some fashion magazine or something? Who's going
to see them?"
"They're going into my private collection. No one will see them."
"No one?"
"Correct," said the woman.
William raised an eyebrow. This woman was going to pay them to take
photos just for her private collection? She was nuts. Who would do
that? On the other hand, this did mean he never had to worry about
anyone he knew stumbling across the images and recognizing him if they
were locked up in the vault of some crazy woman, not that he was likely
to be recognized anyways.
"I guess that makes this easier," he told himself.
"What do you think?" asked Mandi.
William shrugged his shoulders, but his eyes said "yes." He really had
no choice.
"I am behind on my rent," said Mandi.
"And I do need a suit," admitted William. "I have no idea where else I'm
going to get one today... and with no money."
"Everybody wins," said the woman.
Mandi shrugged her shoulders. "What could be the harm?"
What indeed?
A few minutes later, the car pulled into the parking lot at Mandi's
apartment building. The driver pulled into a spot and went inside to
find the suitcase. The woman let Mandi go with him. They came back with
the suitcase. After this, the driver backed out of the lot and made his
way out of town, up into the hills where a number of very wealthy people
had large estates. William and Mandi were curious where this was headed,
to say the least.
... to be continued
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