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The Interview:
I've never had one, but I think I'm about to have a panic attack.
I'm sitting at my computer in my disheveled bedroom, dresses and
lingerie strewn across my bed, every pair of shoes that I own scattered
on the floor, there is even one of my bras hanging from my dresser
mirror. If I think hard, I may remember how my favorite piece of red
lacy lingerie got there, but for now, that was the least of my
concerns. In ten minutes, I am going to join a Zoom meeting and be
interviewed for a job.
I'm really not very concerned about the job or the interview either.
I'm doing fine as an independent software developer. If I don't get the
job, I won't be heartbroken. After three years, working alone at home,
I crave the experience of in-person contact with other humans again,
and this position would be a very good fit. Not to brag or anything,
but my research about this company leads me to believe that they need
me more than I need them. So as far as the interview is concerned, it's
likely going to be me interviewing them.
What has my stomach tied in knots is that I know one the guys that will
be on the video call. Well, more like I knew him way back in high
school. Ok, this is someone I had a huge crush on. Now a normal woman
my age (I just turned thirty) would only be slightly bemused at the
prospect of running into an old childhood crush.
But not me.
Let me backtrack a little.
The first day of my freshman year, I was trying to cram my things into
my assigned locker when a group of upper class students, a few guys in
letter jackets and their sycophantic girlfriends intentionally knocked
me down as they passed by. Presumably this was the accepted way to
greet incoming students, particularly bespectacled overweight ones, and
let them know they were insignificant blots on humanity.
Before I could react, the tall (he looked at least 6' 1'' from my
perspective on the floor), unshaven, senior whose locker was somehow
next to mine, yelled "Get back here and apologize you fucking morons,
now!" and miraculously the two guys who pushed me did just that. That
was my introduction to Josh Martin.
For the entirety of my freshman year I was perpetually late to classes
because I would wait until Josh stopped at his locker, just so that I
could get another look at his well sculpted body and virile good looks.
I especially savored the times when he had just left gym class and
still had sweat dripping along the side of his face. The scent was
intoxicating.
I, of course, would have died of embarrassment if Josh, or anyone for
that matter, knew about my attraction. On the last day of the school
year, the day Josh graduated, I slipped a note into his locker,
thanking him for being a friend. I didn't see him again after that, but
I did get an invitation to his graduation party. I was pretty
disappointed when I saw that it was during the week I would be gone
with my parents on vacation.
I guess the main reason why Josh remains such a vivid memory for me is
because he was my inspiration to change myself, to care about my body
and how I looked. By the end of high school, I had managed to shed over
fifty pounds. And I've managed to keep that attitude and determination
to this very day. If I say so myself, I've become a very attractive
woman (if you can believe most of the comments on my Instagram
account).
Then last week I got an email from Josh. Apparently he is a manager at
one of the companies where I had sent my resume.
..............................................
To: Aaron Patterson
From: Josh Martin, Director Product Development
Re: Interview for Software Architect Position
Aaron, you will shortly be receiving a packet of information and a
request for a video interview from our company. When my HR department
forwarded me the list of candidates and a summary of their resumes, I
noted that they had inadvertently transcribed your name incorrectly as
"Erin" on the material they sent. My apologies and I look forward to
seeing my old locker neighbor again.
Regards,
Josh
..............................................
In ten minutes, Josh, is going to find out that his HR department is
not incompetent. He is about to discover that in the intervening years,
in addition to the weight loss he started to observe, I've made several
other changes to my body. Two of the changes are why there is a red bra
hanging from my mirror.
At eight minutes before the interview I started to wonder why on earth
did I spend hours digging though everything in my closet, trying to
find the perfect dress and high heels to wear to a Zoom meeting. I
seriously doubt I'll be asked to stand up and twirl around. Which I do
love to do in front of a mirror. But that would be a terribly sexist
thing to ask me to do. Was I hoping that Josh might ask me that?
With five minutes to go, I double checked my settings to make sure I've
set my background image correctly, otherwise my red bra will be
prominently displayed over my left shoulder. I then begin to worry
about my makeup. Maybe I should run to the bathroom and check it again,
for at least the tenth or eleventh time. But if I do that now, I'm much
more likely to fuck it up.
Right on time, the meeting started and I had no problem picking Josh
out of the five people displayed on my screen. He is just as handsome
as I remembered. No, more handsome. Even this tiny picture of him
exudes sex appeal. I can't wait until he talks and his visage fills the
entire screen (this oversized, high resolution monitor is going to be
worth every penny I spent on it).
But through the entire hour long interview Josh does not speak. He just
stares or looks down at something. Probably his phone. As distracting
as this is, the interview proceeds much like I suspected. The other
four interviewers spend most of their time pitching the company. At the
end, they clearly stated that they would be making an offer and looked
forwarded to working with me soon.
One by one, each signed off and disappeared from my screen until only
Josh was left, still silently staring until he too blinked out. I sat
there staring at my blank screen for what seemed like an eternity, with
several confusing thoughts competing with each other, my addled brain
unable to focus. I was startled out of my mental fog when my computer
started to signal an incoming FaceTime call. What I had thought was an
eternity, turned out to be only a minute or two. I didn't recognize the
incoming number but I suspected it might from the company I'd just
interviewed with. When I answered the call, Josh's face filled the
screen, but instead of the blank stare I'd witnessed for the last hour,
he was smiling.
"Hi Erin," he greeted me, "and that's 'Erin' with an 'E', just to be
clear," he laughed, sounding embarrassed and apologetic.
"So you can speak." I teased, feeling a little relieved and a little
bit cocky.
"I wasn't supposed to. If you had read the fine print in the packet we
sent, it pointed out that anyone with a previous relationship like
friend, family, or other to the candidate, will only be there to
observe, so that they don't try to influence the other interviewers.
It's right there on the bottom of page twelve, buried in a footnote.
Can't imagine how you missed it." He laughed.
"So that's one mistake each. We're tied. But I think yours might be a
bit more embarrassing," I chided.
"Yeah, that email was the stupidest thing I've ever done
professionally. If I'd just Googled your name, your LinkedIn profile
would have clued me in right away."
"Was that what you were doing during the interview?"
"Yeah, as soon as I saw a beautiful woman and not a guy on the screen I
wondered if our high school weirdly had someone named 'Erin Patterson'
in the same class as yours. But then the more likely answer occurred to
me. So, yes, I was checking out your LinkedIn page, but mostly I was
checking out your Instagram account. That kept me entertained for most
of the hour."
"Ok, are you allowed to say that?" I asked, surprised that he was
obviously referring to a few vacation photos where I'm wearing a
bikini.
"Sure, you're not an employee, yet. And if you accept our offer, you
wouldn't be reporting to me. Actually, despite my lofty sounding job
title, you would actually be higher in our pay scale. Also, to be
absolutely clear, this is a personal phone call to an old friend.
That's why I'm using FaceTime on my personal phone."
"Ok, so this isn't part of the interview process then. So, do you have
any questions for me, now that we're not having an official meeting?" I
asked.
"Umm, let's see... Yes, I have three questions," he answered.
"Ok, shoot." I said.
"First. Why didn't you email me back immediately and correct my
mistake?"
"Fair enough. I didn't know how you'd react. I've had mixed results
when I've come out to people I've known. I suppose I thought there was
the chance you could cancel the interview."
"I can understand that. Let me assure you I wouldn't have. Also, if it
matters to you, our HR department screens out any non-relevant
information. Your resume came out on top based only on education, work
history, and skills."
"Thanks. Good to know."
"Ok second question. Do you still have a crush on me?" He asked
shamelessly.
"What!! How? Why do you think..." I stuttered hopelessly, unable to
prevent myself from turning several deep shades of red in
embarrassment.
"Ok, we'll skip that one for now," he smiled. "Maybe you can answer it
later, after you say 'yes' to my third question. Can I take you out to
dinner, as a way to apologize and to catch up as old friends? Remember,
there is only one acceptable answer."
"Ahh... yes?" I sheepishly answered.
"Great! How about this Saturday, say around seven? I'll pick you up,
ok"
"Ahh... ok. Is this just casual or..." I started to ask.
"Umm... I think I should apologize in style, so I'm thinking about a
fairly nice restaurant. Someplace where you might wear that red bra
behind you."
Fuck, I totally forgot I didn't have a background image with FaceTime.
The Preparation:
I had three days to build this up in my mind to be something it clearly
wasn't. A date with Josh Martin. The sight of Josh smiling at me,
saying I was beautiful, and the brief but playful banter we had, was
enough to arouse my small girl cock and harden my nipples. I haven't
been out on a date in over three months, and that one turned out to be
a bust. Nice, polite guy that did nothing for me sexually. Actually,
it's been almost six months since I've gotten laid. My usually
analytical brain was already plotting a full out seduction and any
rules I that I had about one night stands or not having sex until the
third date, had been rescinded.
Even the arrival of an email making me a very substantial job offer did
little to deter me. If trying to get Josh to fuck me, fucked the job
offer, I could live with that. I already had another interview in the
offing. I didn't have another hunky man in the offing.
I had the perfect unworn dress, tags still on it, waiting in my closet
for the perfect occasion. I slipped the sleeveless sheath dress off its
hanger and held it up to my curvaceous body and looked in the mirror.
I'm always amazed at what eight years of estrogen and a rigorous
exercise regimen did to a body I once hated. This silky, plum colored
dress was meant to show off that body. The deep scoop neckline and
fitted bodice should tantalize Josh with thoughts of the red bra and my
boobs hiding beneath.
I put the dress aside on the bed and took out the red bra and matching
panties from the dresser along with a new package of sheer nude thigh
high stockings. Then from my closet, I retrieved the finishing touch,
my four inch stilettos, my 'red fuck me pumps'. Those heels, added to
my 5'7'', should allow me to gaze into Josh's eyes and look longingly
at his lips, bringing them close enough to kiss.
After taking a shower, making sure I was completely smooth all over,
and moisturizing myself from my head, down to my beautifully pedicured
toes, I began to get dressed.
Just slipping on my red lace panties caused my girl cock to get
excited. That was another reason the dress I chose was perfect. It had
a slightly flared skirt. Just enough to prevent anyone seeing how
turned on I was by my dinner companion.
Putting on stockings has always been an erotic experience for me.
Besides the feeling of how the delicate fabric encases my legs, l love
the visual, sensual effect. Exposing my legs and toes, able to see them
through the tightly woven threads, the stockings are a distinctly
feminine boundary preventing direct access to my nakedness.
While still in a state of arousal, I walked over to my nightstand and
opened the drawer. If the high school locker room rumors were correct,
if I succeeded in seducing Josh, I needed to be prepared. I took out a
tube of lube, pulled down my panties, carefully worked a large butt
plug into my hole, and pulled my panties back up.
Putting on a pink lounging robe, I spent most of the remaining time
before seven o'clock applying my makeup and a splash of perfume.
Moments after I'd stepped into my dress and guided the silk garment
over my hips and breasts, zipping it up the back, the door bell rang. I
peeked out my bedroom window and saw a black Mercedes in the driveway.
I smiled to myself thinking "what else would Josh Martin be driving?" I
grabbed my purse and heels and hurried down the steps.
The Date:
When I opened the door I could see by the way he was grinning, that all
of my preparations were having the desired effect. But Josh quickly
recovered.
"The bell just rang. You're going to be late to class again if you keep
waiting for me to show up."
"Obviously I failed miserably at hiding my crush on you. Also
obviously, you didn't out me. For that reason alone, I'll answer your
second question. Yes, I still have a crush on you."
Josh grinned again, but said nothing.
I dropped my heels on the floor, and said, as I started to step into
one of the stilettos, "Give me hand here, these things are a bit
tricky." I made sure to wiggle my toes to get his attention and held
out my hand asking for support. In reality, I wear heels all the time
and probably could win a race in them. But Josh gallantly knelt down,
and held my shoes while I placed a hand on his shoulder as I slowly
slid into each shoe. It was the first time as a woman, getting to touch
the man I've fantasized about and letting his masculine scent linger
around me. As he stood up, I did a quick twirl.
"Thank you! That's better, I can see you now from up here," I giggled
playfully. "You really don't look that much different from the last
time I saw you. Less teenage heartthrob, and a lot more sophisticated
man of the world."
I was hoping that I wasn't laying it on too thick, but he seemed to be
taking it as more playful banter. I liked that. I can be myself around
him, I thought to myself.
On the way to the restaurant we started to talk about how we've both
changed. If I've learned anything as a woman, it's that men like to
talk about themselves. I guess I might have known that as a dorky boy
who nobody was interested in learning about. I spent a lot of time
listening to others. Mostly he talked about college and his career.
Since I was more interested in his personal life, I was surprised to
find out Josh was divorced and hadn't pursued a relationship since
then. He had married his high school girlfriend. Guess she was one of
those sycophantic girls. While Josh matured, she didn't. When he found
out she was sleeping around with several of their old high school
friends, he divorced her. Then he told me that I may be the only person
from back then that he has any respect for. While I pondered that
information, we arrived at the restaurant.
We were seated in a cozy booth, overlooking a lake. It was almost too
romantic of a setting and I began to wonder who was seducing who.
After the waiter brought the bottle of wine we ordered, we toasted our
reunion. Then it was my turn.
"So, as you can see, I've hardly changed at all."
"Really? Is that the standard glib line that a trans woman makes to
change the subject?" He responded.
"Sorry, self deprecating humor is a crutch I sometimes use. Ok. Since
you've already read all about my transition on Instagram, go ahead, ask
me anything. I'll even give you a pass to ask the one thing you should
never ask a trans woman."
Josh had done his homework. He was really interested in what I'd gone
through to be me. And he did not ask about my genitals. I think I was
falling out of lust with Josh, and dangerously falling in love.
The Seduction:
After dinner, sipping on espressos, Josh commented, "Well, I am a bit
overwhelmed by what you've accomplished. I wish we could have stayed in
touch. I'm curious, what are you most proud of?"
I thought for a while before giving him my honest answer. "This is a
totally silly answer, but I am really proud of my girls here," I
giggled while clutching a boob in each hand. "All natural, I grew them
myself."
"Well, it does appear that you have a lot there to be proud of," Josh
agreed, possibly leering at me for the first time.
"Too bad you can't see them in that red bra I have on," I teased.
"You're wearing it now?"
I just smiled coyly and licked the rim of my cup before taking another
sip.
"Prove it, I dare you," he challenged me, a huge grin spread across his
handsome face, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
I looked around to room and no one was looking our way. I slowly pulled
my arm behind my back, finding the zipper of my dress and pulling it
down just long enough to let my fingers quickly release the hook of my
bra. With my right hand, I reached under the left shoulder strap of my
dress and pulled a thin red strap into view. In a well rehearsed move,
I slipped my left elbow up and through the strap, my right hand then
grabbing the strap on the other side and pulling the bra out through my
dress.
Josh's mouth hung open in shock when I reached under the table and
deposited my bra onto his lap, making sure to graze his thigh with my
hand as I let go. I could feel his muscles tense and how powerful they
must be. The thought of him controlling me with them sent a wave up my
own thighs and I started to feel my girl cock strain against the front
panel of my panties.
Josh looked down at the bra, lying in his lap, not knowing what to do
with it. He looked back and forth several times between the bra and my
face, with the most enigmatic expression I could muster. Finally he
managed to discreetly slip my bra into his jacket pocket and then
immediately wave to our waiter for the the check.
He drove me back to my house in silence, driving over the speed limit,
glancing nervously at the car mirrors, in between fleeting glances
towards me. Had I embarrassed him? Frightened him? Disgusted him? I
couldn't tell. But I also might have let him know that I was seriously
attracted to him. That I'd willingly accept his advances. Willing to
accept his love.
When we arrived at my front door, Josh stood behind me while I unlocked
it. I walked in, not knowing if he had turned and left without a word.
As I laid my purse and keys on my entryway table, I suddenly felt a
warm breath on the back of my neck followed by strong hands sliding
around my waist, then inching upwards towards my breasts. If that was
all I would experience, I would be satisfied for life. I could
masturbate to that memory forever.
Josh looked over my shoulder, down at the table, where I had left a
printed copy of the job offer. "Please say yes," he whispered in my
ear, reaching down and touching the letter.
"Yes," I whispered.
"Where is your bedroom?" He whispered.
"Up those stairs," I gestured.
"Please say yes," he whispered.
"Yes!" I said loudly, spinning around and pressing my lips to his.
He wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed me with a passion I'd
never experienced. My lips parted and accepted his tongue as mine
explored every inch of his mouth. I could taste the remains of the
espresso and brandy we'd drunk. The scent of his cologne filled my
nostrils and I was aching to have more of him.
I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, almost daring him to try to
break my hold. Instead, he lifted me off the floor. I wrapped my legs
around his waist, letting my 'fuck me pumps' fall off my stockinged
feet. Josh carried me up the stairs and into my bedroom, our mouths
never releasing the tight bond they had made.
Josh laid me gently on my back on the bed, and laid on top of me, his
groin still pressed firmly between my legs. I began to grind myself
against him, pleasuring my girl cock with the intimate, rhythmic
pressure. Then I felt it. The rapidly hardening of a large male penis.
I gleefully rejoiced that the rumors were true.
I couldn't wait to touch it. "Please say yes," I whispered, placing my
hand between our bodies and caressing the growing bulge.
"Yes"
Josh rolled off of me while I sat up quickly and began unbuckling his
pants, and pulling them off of him. I paused for a second to admire the
his muscular legs, contemplating the thrust they could generate. When I
looked up towards his thighs, I saw Josh had already pulled down his
shorts and was waiting for me to service him.
It was a glorious sight. And I was up to the challenge because I wanted
it as big and as hard as possible.
I straddled his legs and pulled my dress off over my head and threw it
across the room, onto a chair. "Nice toss!" He laughed. "You can be on
the company softball team. We can play together in the outfield." I of
course was envisioning Josh and I naked, fucking each other in the
grass to the cheers of thousands in the stands.
I slowly bent over him and let my nipples brush against the swollen
head of his cock. A little precum seeped out and I used a nipple to
wipe it clean. I rubbed my moistened nipple and it hardened and became
more sensitive than ever.
I continued my downward descent until my lips hovered over the cock
head before gently planting a kiss on it. Josh immediately squirmed and
instinctively thrust his hips upwards, forcing his cock into my eager
mouth. He relaxed, and I began to savor the taste of the precum,
licking it clean as it flowed out.
As I got used to its girth, I began to take him deeper into my mouth.
When I went a bit to far and gagged, Josh admonished me, "Take it easy
girl, I don't want you to hurt yourself." How can this guy be so
perfect? I didn't dare think he could love me.
I held his cock with both hands while my mouth and tongue massaged the
full length of his manhood. I wondered if he had a pet name for it.
I'll have to ask. Finally I had to remove one hand and reach into my
panties and rub my own tip. The hormone therapy might have diminished
my ability to get a huge erection, but I'm more sensitive all over, my
small cock behaving like a large clit.
As I rubbed myself, I felt a tug on my panties. Josh had sat up and
reached around me in order to take off my panties. I was suddenly
apprehensive about how Josh would react to seeing my small penis. It
was the last vestige of my birth gender. Would it destroy his view of
me as a female?
"What is this?" I heard him ask, and my heart sunk. I felt tears
starting to form. I was afraid I was going to cry. I would not let him
see me cry! I'd throw him and his beautiful cock out on the street.
But when I looked up, I saw he was pointing to my ass and he had a huge
grin plastered across his face.
"Is that a butt plug?!"
I had actually forgotten about it, being too sexually aroused and
focused on making Josh happy and impressed with my blowjob techniques.
"Ahh... yes" I said sheepishly and blushing.
"Is this supposed to stop me and help me?" He asked.
"Help..." I said.
"You heard rumors, did'nt you?" He laughed.
Very weakly, I mumbled, "Yeah, I guess."
"Well, since you went to all this trouble, I feel obligated," he said
winking at me as he rolled me on to my back and pulled my panties down
my stockinged legs and throwing them across the room, landing atop my
dress.
I pointed to the nightstand drawer when he gave me a quizzical look.
"Nice selection," he said as he picked out a condom.
Josh gently worked the butt plug out of my ass leaving it gaping enough
to handle taking his cock into my ass. When he pushed it in far enough
to hit the right bundle of nerves, I almost lost it. The feel of him
inside me was like having a religious experience. I felt at one with my
body like never before in my life. I felt truly complete.
Then Josh started to drive himself into me harder and faster. I
furiously rubbed my girl cock as the sensations grew in intensity. As I
got closer and closer to my orgasm, Josh was nearing his.
When mine came, milky fluid dripping out and covering my tummy, Josh
pulled out, removed the condom, and looked at me pointing to my mouth,
eager to taste his cum. He barely made it in time as his thick seed,
pulsed into my mouth. He tasted wonderful.
Exhausted, he fell to my side and wrapped his body around mine, gently
placing a hand on my limp little girl cock.
"Will you be here in the morning?" I asked. "Please say yes" I silently
said to myself.
"Yes" he answered and we fell asleep.
In the morning I awoke, and he was gone. I was about to cry when I
heard noises from downstairs and noticed the faint smell of coffee.
I ran over to the chair and grabbed my panties then searched for my
pink robe. When it wasn't in its usual place, I saw Josh's sport jacket
still laying on the floor. I retrieved my bra from the pocket and threw
jacket on and ran to the kitchen.
Josh had the table set and was cooking breakfast wearing my pink robe.
This is going to be a fun relationship.
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