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A Day to Remember Author's Note: A germ of an idea I tried to make an entertaining story. Hope you enjoy Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, No escape from Reality Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen 1975 William finished buttoning his shirt and checked himself over in the mirror. He knew he wasn't much to look at, but he took pride in keeping himself neat and presentable. Khaki slacks, yellow button-down shirt, brown loafers. He nodded to his image and headed out the door starting his journey to work. It was a couple blocks to the subway station, then from there it was eight stops before getting off and walking another half dozen blocks to his office. Five days a week, almost every week for the past three plus years. He didn't really pay much attention to things any longer. Nothing really changed: same cars, same trees, same cracks in the sidewalks. The only difference was the people on the train. And even they seemed to be mostly the same most of the time. He fed his pass into the reader and went through the turnstile taking up a position on the platform. He glanced off to his left into the black tunnel with its strings of white lights dotting the walls until it curved out of sight. Nothing coming yet. A couple minutes later he felt it: the cool breeze of air forced ahead of a train. Before the train could be seen or heard that breeze could be felt. He liked the feel of that breeze for some reason he could never identify. The rumble of the wheels started to grow and then the lights came into view. Everyone on the platform started to edge forward wanting to be in position to board when it stopped. The doors slid open, and William followed a few others into the car. He found a seat just off to the right facing into the center of the car and sat. There were plenty of seats still so he didn't worry about checking those who chose to stand to see if someone might need the seat more than he. He was raised not to be rude. He would readily cede his seat to someone elderly, a pregnant woman, or even a woman of about his same age. The train pulled out and his glance around became more of an inspection now to see if there was anyone of interest. His eyes came to rest on a young woman that was sitting right across from him facing him. At first, he was surprised he hadn't seen her as soon as he sat down but dismissed it. She was reading a book, so she wasn't looking at him. He took his time checking her out. Brunette with hair that fell below her shoulders, one tress hanging down her left shoulder. She seemed to be absently playing with it keeping it from hiding the words on the page of her book. She wore a white blouse that buttoned up the front, he noticed the gap between buttons at her breasts and wondered what might be seen through that gap. Her breasts were not large but not small at all either. Just that nice in between size that fit her body so well. She wore a black skirt that didn't reach her knees. Her knees, squeezed tightly together, he looked but could not see anything up her skirt. Wonderfully formed calves down to the sneakers she wore. She was one of those women that wore comfortable shoes to get to work and probably changed to heels in the office. He slowly looked back up her legs, once again tried to see under her skirt before looking up and seeing her staring at him. William's heart pounded in his chest and he felt his face heat up. The lights in the car flickered announcing they would arrive at the next stop in a minute. They went out and came back on a second later and the girl was looking at her book as though she had never looked up. William felt light-headed. He closed his eyes as people filed on and off the train. He opened them as the train began its trip to the next stop. The girl was gone. He looked back and forth to see if she had just moved to get away from him but didn't see her anywhere. He relaxed and looked down at his legs. His legs? Confused again. He looked around but nobody seemed to be paying him any attention. Everything looked normal, looked the same as it did most every other day. He looked down again and saw his bare legs emerging from under the hem of a tan skirt. He reached toward his knees and saw long manicured, red polished fingernails on the hands under his control. They began to tremble slightly as he touched the bare skin at his knees and felt both his knees and his hands. "What is happening to me?" he whispered to himself. He decided to just sit there until his stop. Ideas playing through his head: brain tumor? Poisoned? Some psychedelic in the air? The train pulled into his station and he stood and saw his reflection in the window across the car. He looked to be about the same height, short blond hair barely shoulder length, yellow blouse and tan skirt. He turned to toward the door and realized he was wearing high heels. Not too tall, but definitely not flats. He followed a stream of people out of the station into the sunshine of the day. Now on the sidewalk he saw his reflection in the window of a store. He couldn't believe what he was looking at. He wasn't beautiful by any stretch of the imagination, but not bad looking either. So, what now? "I have to get to work," he told himself. Same place, same job but I'm a girl. He turned and stumbled a bit toward his building. It felt odd feeling the air against his bare legs. His breasts bounced slightly as he walked. All things that seemed strange to one part of his brain and completely normal to another part. He felt like two people living in the same body. He walked along and became aware that his underwear was creeping into his butt. He resisted the urge to reach back and pull it loose and wondered why he would choose to wear something that would potentially become so uncomfortable. He remembered getting ready that morning. He showered, shaved his legs, fixed his hair, took extra care doing his make-up, chose a particularly sexy bra and panty set to wear. He ran his hand down the front of his skirt near his waist and felt the little bump of the rose that adorned the waistband of the panties he wore. He quickly withdrew his hand and had a clear vision of the satin and lace panty and bra. "Why would I wear something like that to the office?" As soon as he thought it the answer came to him. "I have a lunch date today? Oh God." It was someone new that he'd met. They were going to meet for lunch today and he picked the underwear because that man made him feel nice. And he liked feeling nice. He licked his bottom lip and bit it, scraping his teeth along it. "Crap, I'll have to fix my lipstick before I forget." The thought occurred to him before he even realized it. "This is nuts!" He entered the building and pulled his badge from his purse. He stared at the purse for a moment just realizing that he had been carrying it ever since leaving the train. He looked at his badge and there was his picture, or rather her picture, and her name: Doreen Glade. She went to her desk and sat, opened the deep file drawer and dumped her purse inside it, grabbed a little mirror off her desk and a lipstick from her purse, fixed her lips, dropped the lipstick back, closed the drawer and looked around to see if there was anything that needed her immediate attention before grabbing some coffee. She decided there wasn't anything and snatched a coffee cup from her desk. It had a slight tint of red lipstick on the edge of the cup and she promised herself that she would get a clean cup from home soon. She stood up, took a quick glance over the partition of the cubicles, couldn't see anyone nearby so reached under her skirt slipping a finger under the leg of her panty and slipping it back into place, then smoothed her skirt making sure everything was in order before proceeding to the break room. The coffee pot was empty, as usual, so she went about finding a new filter from a bottom cabinet, carefully squatting down in case some came in while retrieving it. She rinsed out the pot, got everything set up and hit the button. She waited for the brown liquid to fill the pot. "Hey, Doreen," a lady called as she came in. "Thanks for getting to the coffee first. The men will do anything to not have to make the coffee." "Hi Jenny," she answered. "I know that is right. Like it would kill them to do something for everyone else. What would they do if all us girls decided to stop making it for them?" William was amazed at how easily that part of his brain was taking over like this was a normal everyday thing. And Jenny never spoke to him, except now, and she doesn't even seem to notice that anything is different. How can this be happening? "Oh, they would probably order coffee delivered rather than clean up and set up," Jenny laughed. "Hey, what are you doing after work today? Evelyn, Brianna and I are going to stop for a drink, why don't you join us?" A moment of panic hit Doreen and William realized she was also mostly a loner. Several things occurred to him all at once. "Oh, um, let me think about it and get back to you, ok?" "You always say that," Jenny shook her head, "and you always find some excuse not to come along. You need to get out of that shell of yours and have some fun." "Good morning ladies!" Alan came into the room. "I smelled fresh coffee." He walked by them and grabbed the pot while it was still filling. A hiss rose as the coffee continued dripping onto the hot plate that was under the pot. He filled his cup and pushed it back under the drip. "Why didn't you come in and make it?" Jenny pressed. "Why do you wait for one of us to do it and then grab it before the people who actually make it can get some?" "I didn't want any until I smelled it," Alan tried to give them a grin thinking he was all that. "Besides, there's plenty. You won't miss out." He turned and left. "Asshole," Jenny spoke just above a whisper. Doreen laughed. The dripping was just about stopped so she pulled the pot out and filled Jenny's cup and then her own. "Well, off to save the world, one loan at a time." "Please, come tonight, you'll have fun," Jenny turned and left. Doreen returned to her desk, swept her skirt under her as she sat, sipped her coffee and set it down on a coaster. She logged into her computer and began going through e-mails and loan applications. It wasn't a smooth day for her. She kept stopping and analyzing things surprised at the way she did things instead of the way he did things. She crossed her legs under her desk and he noticed the feeling of flesh on flesh unblocked by the pants he wore. Also, crossed so tightly above the knee so comfortably. He'd reach do something and feel his arm slide along the side of his breast. He was shocked he was able to do any work amid all the distractions. The real test came when she realized she needed to go to the bathroom. She locked her computer and checked to make sure her drawer with her purse was locked. She trusted everyone in the office, but sometimes you just never knew. She entered ladies bathroom and selected a stall. She checked the toilet, hiked up her skirt, pulled down her panties and sat. She looked at the lacy brown band that wrapped around her knees. And though she had a clear memory of putting them on that morning she picked at them to get a good look. A solid tan panel in the front would help maintain some modesty if someone were to get a look up her skirt, but the rest was lace and sheer brown. She felt her nipples tighten at the idea of someone reaching under her skirt to find them. Michael? Her lunch date? Would she let him? She reached up and ran her hand over her breast feeling the bra underneath. Brown lace trimmed the yellow cup. She could feel the lace and the bump of her nipple. Part of her mind objected to touching herself this way at work, even in the bathroom. Another part was curious and wanting to feel more. She shook her head clear, wiped herself and dropped the tissue into the toilet. She pulled her panties up, smoothed her skirt, then flushed and went to the sink to wash her hands. Back at her desk she looked at the clock and realized she would need to leave to make her lunch date. She pushed through another application, unlocked her drawer, grabbed her purse and headed for the door. "Hey Doreen!" Jenny called. "Come to lunch with us!" "Can't," Doreen waved, "got a lunch date." "Really!! Then you have to come with us tonight," Jenny called back. Doreen didn't respond, just walked out the door. She arrived at the restaurant and took a look around the room. She spotted Michael sitting at a table in the middle, the waitress was just pouring a glass of water for him, so she was pretty sure he had also just arrived. "Hi there," she smiled as she approached the table. "Oh, hey! You made it," he grinned and made to stand up. "No, you're fine, don't get up," Doreen signaled to sit back down. She took a seat and tucked her purse on the floor between her foot and the leg of the chair. "I hope you don't mind that I grabbed the table before you got here," Michael started. "I decided a table rather than a booth might be better, and I was afraid if I waited, we might not be able to get one right away." "No, this is perfect," Doreen gave him her best smile to assure him. She looked Michael over, he was a bit nerdy looking, not anything like Alan from the office. They had met at a bookstore while standing in line to check out. He had a book that she had read earlier in the year and told him he hoped he enjoyed it. It was totally out of character for her to speak to a stranger, especially a strange man, but the fact that he didn't look like he was trying to be some model out of GQ just set her a bit at ease. They ended up talking for about fifteen minutes after checking out and agreed to meet for lunch today. Doreen ordered a salad; Michael ordered a club sandwich with fries. They dropped into a conversation feeling each other out as to who they were and whether the initial interest they had would grow. William felt the changes in his attitude and posture as they talked. Doreen was becoming more comfortable with Michael, and he could see he was becoming more confident in himself with her. They finished lunch, Doreen picked up here purse and began pulling her wallet out. "Please, allow me to get this," Michael grinned. "I've had such a wonderful lunch." "Thank you," she dropped the wallet back in. "but next time, lunch is on me." "Agreed," Michael seemed to sit a bit taller. "That means we will be having lunch again. I'm glad." "I did make that assumption," Doreen explained. "I hoped you'd want to. I've really enjoyed our talk." "Absolutely," he hesitated. "I was hoping maybe we might go out to dinner some evening?" "I think that might be something I would like," Doreen answered, "but let's do another lunch first, if you don't mind. Next week? Same time, same place?" "OK," Michael nodded. "That sounds like a good idea." They got up from the table and headed for the door. Doreen felt Michael's hand touch her lightly just above her hip. She wondered if he would try and kiss her and wasn't sure if she was ready for him to. William knew he didn't want it but felt powerless to do anything about it. They got outside the restaurant and Michael moved to face her, trailing his hand along her lower back as he went. "Thank you for today," he spoke as he stepped away from her. "I'm looking forward to next week." "Me, too," Doreen answered and impulsively stepped forward to give him a simple hug. William was aware of the feeling of Michael's body applying a little pressure to his breasts. And then it was over. "Until next week." She turned away and headed back to the office. William was aware of the confusion in Doreen. She wanted more, afraid to be hurt, worried she wouldn't be liked. She worked through the rest of the afternoon trying to put it out of her mind. "So," Jenny ducked into Doreen's cubicle, "how'd lunch go? And will you be joining us for a drink? We ae heading out in about ten mins." "Uh, it was fine," Doreen stammered. "Why do you want me to go with you so badly? We hardly ever talk; I hardly ever talk to anyone." "That is why," Jenny spoke softly. "You seem like a really nice person, but nobody really knows because you keep so much to yourself. I just decided to take a shot at trying to get to know you some. We are heading for the bar next door to the drug store down Elm, know where it is?" "Um, yeah, I know it," Doreen answered. "I pass it on the way here from the station." "Great, then it is on your way," Jenny turned to leave. "I hope you decide to stop in." She walked away without waiting for an answer. A few minutes later Doreen shutdown her computer, retrieved her purse and began the walk to the station. She went back and forth, deciding to stop at the bar with one step, deciding not to with the next. William was just as unsure, hanging out with the other women sounded nice but he was still wondering what was going on, how long could it last. Doreen walked past the bar and made it three more steps before coming to a stop. She looked back over her shoulder at the neon beer sign in the window and the brown wooden door. She took a deep breath, turned around and walked into the dark room temporarily blinded by the lack of light. "Over here," she heard Jenny call out. Her eyesight cleared enough to see her and the other ladies at a table a few steps away and went and joined them. "I am so happy you decided to join us," Jenny pulled a chair up to the table. "What's your poison?" "Um, marguerita?" she answered. "OK, first one is on me," Jenny went to the bar. Jenny was in a short block print dress that fit her body. Not so tight that it would be inappropriate for an office. She looked like one of those soccer moms that would always look like they just fell out of a magazine advertisement with their perfect looking children. Evelyn and Brianna were both just as pretty. Evelyn was dark skinned and wore a red dress that reached her knees. Brianna was blond and would attract the eyes of every guy in the place. Since getting off work she had decided to unbutton her blouse a bit to show a bit of cleavage. She wore a green pleated skirt that reached mid-calf. Why did they want plain old me with them? "Here you go," Jenny placed a glass, the rim crusted with salt, in front of Doreen. "They don't do frozen here, so I hope on the rocks will be ok." "Oh, yeah, it's fine, thank you," she picked up the glass and took a sip. "So, you had a lunch date!" Jenny pressed. "Tell us! Cute guy?" Doreen sipped tentatively at the marguerita before answering. It burned a bit as she swallowed, the bar used a cheap tequila but she knew that wouldn't matter by the time she reached the bottom of the glass. She looked up at the other women and saw they were all staring at her, actually leaning in a bit and realized they seemed genuinely interested in her story. "Well, not much to tell really," she began and felt the heat rising in her face, "I met him in line at a bookstore, we talked for a bit and decided to have lunch today. We talked more and have decided to have lunch again next week." "What's he look like?" Brianna asked. "Oh, well, I guess he's kinda plain like me," Doreen looked down at her drink, William felt the insecurity well up. "Not very tall, skinny, but a nice smile and kind eyes." "Well, that sounds pretty nice to me," Evelyn answered, "but I don't know where you are coming up that plain shit." Doreen's eyes snapped up to meet Evelyn's. "What? Look at me, I'm not all that special. You three could probably have any guy you wanted. You all look fabulous." "Is that why you haven't come out with us before?" Jenny asked, "Because you think we, what? We will make you look too plain?" "This isn't high school any longer," Jenny threw in. "At least we don't act that way. You are a great girl from the office and if you would undo a button or two on that blouse, maybe shorten your skirt an inch or two you would certainly get your fair share of guys attention. But believe me, sometimes you really don't want that sometimes." "I hear that," Jenny lifted her glass in salute. "Preach, sister," Evelyn's glass joined Jenny's. Brianna nodded and touched her glass to the other two. They all looked at Doreen. She looked at them for a second and picked up her glass and joined it with the other three. "Thanks, I really wish I had done this before. You girls are great." "You bet your ass we are," Brianna nodded and took a big swallow. "My turn, another round for all of us, right?" She stared at Doreen. William was now truly engaged in this exchange with the women. He wanted to stay and learn more, but he felt the hesitancy in Doreen. She was so programmed in being alone and feeling unworthy of attention, let alone friendship. The decision felt like it was drawing out for minutes when, in actuality, it was only a couple seconds. And then it felt like a light came on inside her. "Well, I'd like that but," Doreen hesitated and looked at the faces of the other women. Did she actually see disappointment on their faces anticipating her telling them she was done? "If I am going to stay longer then you have to agree to let me buy the next round." She reached up and undid a button at the top of her blouse. "Yes!" Jenny almost yelled it. Brianna walked around to Doreen, "That a girl!" Then she reached over and undid another button on Doreen's blouse and pulled the collar open adjusting it. "And don't kid yourself about your body. You've got nice equipment; you just need to use them right." Doreen felt a bit embarrassed, William a bit excited. "Brianna likes to tease," Evelyn explained. "But she is right about you. You can be as pretty as you like." Doreen didn't know what to say, she just finished her drink. They drank and talked for a couple more hours. The main topic was about the guys at the office and what jerks they can be. How condescending they can be in meetings, the belief they shouldn't need to do things like make the coffee. They laughed and drank. A few men tried to join their group during the evening, but the women chased them off each time. But as the hour got later some became less able to take the hint. Doreen was laughing at a story Evelyn just told when she felt an arm around her waist. She tried to step away, but she was held tight. "You ladies are having so much (sounded like mush) fun over here I had to come over," the lush announced. "So you decided to kill the party?" Jenny asked. "HAHAHAHA, that's great! No, I'm a funny guy, I want to be a part of this!" Doreen tried pushing her elbow into his ribs, but it seemed he didn't feel it. Not surprising since he was weaving in place making her sway with him. She dared to look up at him, fearing he might take that as an invitation to give her a kiss, but instead caught him trying to stare down her blouse. She moved her hand to cover the opening in her blouse. "Go away!" Brianna told him. Her face was dead serious, it even scared Doreen a bit. "C'mon, let me buy you girls another round," he slurred. "If you don't let her go and leave," Evelyn took a step toward him. "I'm going to knee you so hard you will choke on your balls." Doreen was shocked, but also had to suppress a laugh at that. She also felt the hand holding her falter. She quickly stepped away from the drunk toward Jenny. Jenny pulled her closer and put a protective arm around her. "Shit," the drunk stumbled back. "Why do you have to be such bitches when a guy just wants to have some fun too?" "To put up with assholes like you," Jenny answered. "Think it is time to go?" Brianna asked. "Screw them," Evelyn answered. "I'm not going to let on jerk spoil my night. You ok Doreen?" Doreen nodded. She felt stronger now as a part of these women. "Yes, thank you all. I wasn't quite sure what to do there." "You did fine," Evelyn told her. "How about one more before we hit the road. Just to prove we can't be run off." All the girls nodded and they finished off their evening without any more interruptions. "Thanks for talking me into joining you," Doreen told them when they were all back on the sidewalk. "Thank you for coming along," Jenny told her. "It better not be the last time," Brianna added. "I don't think it will be," Doreen hugged all three of the women. "I better go catch my train, see you Monday!" She walked along feeling the cool night air against her legs and where her blouse was open. William reveled at all the feelings as well. He wondered at getting home and knew the nightgown that would be worn to bed as well as what would be done. As good as Doreen was feeling, she knew she could feel better. They walked down the steps into the station and as they approached the turnstiles they got bumped and fell against the wall. "Oh, I'm so sorry," the girl apologized. "That's ok," William answered. He was disoriented, everything was wrong. He looked around and it was brighter, his clothes were his again. What happened to his skirt, blouse, lingerie? He looked at the girl. She stood there in a white blouse, black skirt, and sneakers. Her dark hair pulled down over one shoulder, there was a book in her hand. He just stared at her for a moment, his mind unable to put everything together. "Quite a day, huh?" she spoke just above a whisper. "Not many get a taste of the other side, fewer appreciate it. What will you do?" She turned a walked away. William stood and stared at her as she disappeared into the crowd. He realized it was Friday morning again. The day he just had, he was about to have again but this time it would be William, not Doreen. He stumbled up the stairs, looked at himself in the reflection of the window to be sure it was really him and then walked on to the office. He went to his cubicle, grabbed his coffee cup (it did not have a lipstick smudge on it) and went to the break room. The pot was empty, so he went about making some more. Just as the liquid began filling the pot, he heard someone else coming. "It smells like someone beat me to making the coffee this morning! Which of you ladies beat me...Oh!" Jenny came in and spotted William standing there. "I'm sorry, I just assumed it was one of the other girls in here." "I can't say I blame you," William answered. "I think I may have been guilty of waiting to get my coffee until I was sure someone else had made it. I bet a lot of the guys in here have done the same." "Um, well, not a lot. More like all," Jenny laughed. "Well, I, for one, am sorry about that," William told her. "I am not going to try and beat you in here to make it every day, but I am going to stop waiting to be sure someone else has done it." "Why, thank you William," Jenny smiled. "I wish more people felt that way." "Hey Jenny, I smell that coffee," Brianna entered the room. William noticed the blouse was buttoned up almost to the top. They were both dressed just as he knew they would be. "I didn't make it today, William did," Jenny offered. "No!" Brianna gasped. William laughed. "You ladies have a good morning!" he went back to his desk. Later that morning William was sitting in a meeting and the same boring discussions were taking place. Evelyn came up with an idea that seemed to make a lot of sense to him. "I don't know about that," Alan shook his head. "Wait a minute," William interrupted, "I think she has something there." He went on in support of her idea adding things he was aware of. Before long everyone was on board. "Thanks for the support," Evelyn told him as they walked back to their respective cubicles. "I thought Alan was going to shoot it down without even thinking about it." "It certainly seemed like it to me," William agreed. "He can be a bit of an asshole sometimes. Probably would have introduced it at the meeting next week as his own idea." "Your right," she laughed. "Thanks again." William sat as his desk and thought about the day he was having, especially in comparison to the day he thought he had. He felt really good about it and especially about himself. He thought about coming to the office in the skirt and blouse, and about the lingerie and idly fantasized about maybe getting something for himself like that. I wondered if he would dare but the excitement he felt suggested he might. He took a deep breath and started to lean in toward his terminal when there was a soft knock on the outside panel of his cubicle. "Hi, William," Jenny leaned in. "Evelyn just told me about the meeting." "Oh, yeah, she had a good idea," he nodded. "Well, she, Brianna and I are going to grab some lunch and thought maybe you might like to join us if you don't have plans already." "Oh, are you sure?" William was taken aback; this was something he really didn't expect. "Yeah," Jenny stepped a little further into his cubicle. "I don't know what seems so different, but we'd all like it if you could join us." "Thank you," William seemed to feel himself grow a little lighter. "I think I'd like that." "Great, we are going about 12:30," she smiled and left. William turned back to him terminal and started back on the day's work. Suddenly the work didn't seem as boring as it had been. As well as the day was going so far he wondered what the rest of it might hold. He was certain it would be terrific no matter what came next.