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[Note from Trisha: a reviewer noted early on that a chapter was too
short, really only "a fragment", to post on its own, and so I'm posting
two chapters this time, Chapter 12 being quite short]
Chapter 12 -- Back to Work
On Monday, the day after the thrilling trip to the Farmer's Market,
Jimmie arrived at work, very nervous about the reaction his new haircut
might produce. So used to being dressed by Ms. Oberdorfer, and
increasingly Yvette, at this point, he didn't give a thought to his new
outfit. Today he wore a loose, sleeveless linen top in a muted lemony
yellow, his armpit hair fully on display, and bright white cotton capris
pants. Instead of standard men's cotton socks, he wore sheer nylon, nude-
colored knee-length stockings and lemon-yellow vintage Pappagallo's.
His co-workers had, at this point, simply accepted Jimmie as a
crossdresser, which was not particularly uncommon in this neighborhood of
L.A. and in the library profession. More than tolerant, most of them
looked forward to seeing what Jimmie would wear next.
To them, the startling re-styling of this hair was to be expected.
Occasionally during the day, Jimmie received compliments on how good it
looked. He basked in the support he received and looked forward to
knowing his new fashion sense was in the capable hands of Ms. Oberdorfer
and Yvette.
Ms. Butler had bitten the bullet and wore the new Mary Janes Jimmie had
given her to work, complete to the anklets decorated in pink. She did it
to show solidarity with Jimmie but, surprisingly, it also felt marvelous.
It gave her a new sense of confidence that, in the library at least, she
would not be mocked for her fashion choices. She thought she might attend
the next Lolita-fashion convention that came to L.A. Yes, she would.
As Jimmie settled down to work, his mind strayed to the conundrum
presented by these three, no four, forceful, mesmerizing women who seemed
to govern his waking hours, whether at work or after hours. He didn't
know If Ms. Emiko would enter his life, but he sure hoped she would. Her
"daughter" was a fascinating new element he wanted to know about -- he had
never imagined a boy could so convincingly "become" a girl, but now he
had witnessed it. And Emiko -- whew, she fascinated him even more. He was
attracted to her reed-thin appearance, and the exhibitionist clothing she
wore and sold.
But how could he be faithful to Ms. Butler and Ms. Oberdorfer, as he knew
must, and also pursue Emiko and her son? No ideas came to mind.
"Jimmie, can you do something for me right now?" Ms. Butler asked. He was
momentarily disoriented while his mind returned to work and the office.
"Of course," he hurriedly agreed. He noticed with pride and pleasure that
Ms. Butler was wearing his gift to her of Mary Janes, complete to the
frilly anklets. He would do anything she asked, he knew.
"Thanks. I'm due right now at a meeting up front, but I just used the
bathroom and made a little mess. Will you go and clean it up for me?" She
said no more, but he knew instantly what that mess was. He immediately
got up and went to the unisex bathroom. Good -- it had not been occupied.
Locking himself in, he winced as he registered a slick of wet floor on
either side of of the toilet, on the rim of the toilet, and the bright
yellow color of the toilet water. His supervisor had faced away from the
toilet after raising her dress -- she may or may not have had to deal with
underpants --had crouched, and urinated freely in a rearward spray. She
had not flushed when she was done. Had she even bothered to wipe her
nether parts? Jimmie somehow thought not.
Well, his supervisor depended on him, more that any other staffer he was
certain, and he would not disappoint. Deep down, she needed him, maybe as
much as he needed her, and that made this service to her and her bodily
needs a compulsion. He set to work, carefully wiped up her mess, and
flushed the paper towels and her "deposit" as the last step. He lowered
the toilet seat in deference to the next user, washed his hands
thoroughly, and returned to his desk and the work that awaited.
He thought about the degree of intimacy Ms. Butler afforded him. It now
seemed unbounded. He doubted the other three commanding women in his life
would ever come close to sharing a closeness like this, and he decided
then and there that none of them would be allowed to come between him and
his boss. She was the one to lead him in his new, exciting life.
Chapter 13 -- The Buying Trip
On Wednesday evening, when Jimmie scootered to the store, Ms. Oberdorfer
had a surprise in store for him. Instead of another lesson on managing
inventory, at which he was becoming a very competent and valued employee,
or dealing with quirky customers, she announced "Ginny, you darling one,
tonight we have a whole new thing I want you to become acquainted with --
how we obtain most of our stock. You've seen all manner of high-quality
goods we purchase or get on consignment, but now you'll see how it's
done.
"One of our best customers calls about every six months to relieve
herself of much of her underwear collection so she has the excuse to go
out shopping for more. I encourage it, even in the not-so-rare case when
she is selling back to us a set of bra and panties she purchased here. If
it weren't so profitable for us, I'd have to laugh about the charade.
"You'll have to witness how it's done Ginny, and how little we pay for
goods we can mark up to three or four times the price we pay. The whole
idea of us serving a 'niche market' will become clear." Jimmie was now so
used to being part of the "us", referring to the store, and to being
called "Ginny" that he did not even notice either. And this was an
experience he had been looking forward to, since Ms. Oberdorfer had long-
ago mentioned the possibility of his accompanying her to buy things.
So, they set off in her Maserati, but only after Jimmie had changed into
his work outfit, which only seemed right because he would be portraying
"a new hire learning the ropes". Actually, Jimmie liked being out in
public now in his "uniform" when sent for sandwiches, because he thought
he looked so much better, so well turned out, in whatever Ms. Oberdorfer
dictated he wear. This was the "niche" Jimmie had un-subconsciously
assigned to Ms. Oberdorfer in relationship to Ms. Butler, though in fact
her tutoring him in business and how to conduct himself with fussy
customers was far more important. He did wonder at times like this how
the two women -- two very, very important women in his life -- could meet
and work together helping Jimmie become more the true adult he hoped to
become.
"Well Ginny, how did your supervisor like the Capezio's we found for her,
and your two gifts?" Ms. Oberdorfer asked just as they arrived at the
woman's -- the prospective seller's --home. It was if Ms. Oberdorfer was
reading his thoughts about the relationship the two women might share
amicably.
"She loved them, the slippers and my gifts of Mary Janes and the
espadrilles -- though you really chose the espadrilles for her. She wore
the Mary Janes Monday to work. Here, I have a picture I took." And he
showed her his phone screen.
Ms. Oberdorfer understood Jimmie was trying shape a workable relationship
between herself and this clearly forceful supervisor, but she did her
best to put this aside and compliment this woman's look -- whatever it
might be.
She was startled. This utterly idiosyncratic young woman captivated her
totally. The Lolita look to her dress and shoes, her emaciated frame that
showed off bare, stick-thin arms and legs, her severe frown -- and was
that blond hair lightly coating her shins? She appeared to be quite
petite yet radiated authority, an appealing combination.
"Ginny, you're lucky you have someone this authoritative-looking woman in
charge of you at work. I remember you're telling me about your close
working relationship. It must pay dividends when you help her with her
after-work chores too on Thursday's."
Jimmie was surprised that Ms. Oberdorfer remembered about his role
helping with Ms. Butler's dry cleaning and washing, and he enthused "I
like my job so much now, and being allowed to help her when she lets me
after hours. And she is helping me with expanding my job responsibilities
too. It is really great.
"But you are making my life better too, by letting me work in your shop
and learn all kinds of new things about how the world works. Like right
now, I have the opportunity to see how well-off people live and what we
can offer them to make life simpler. Thank you."
Ms. Oberdorfer replied, "Why thanks Ginny, that means a lot. And I dearly
would like to meet your supervisor in a social setting if that's
possible. But for now, let's see what 'magic' we can bring to this buying
trip." With that, the two of them exited her car and made their way to
Ms. Linton's apartment.
Ms. Linton welcomed them in and, as a veteran of this process and after
being introduced to "Ginny", she led them to her bedroom where about 20
bras and panties were spread out on her bed. Most of them were nude or
black and looked to be in excellent condition. She said "I like La Perla,
so that's most of these I want to be rid of. I'm thinking of maybe $200
for the lot." This lady did not fool around.
Jimmie had noticed that Ms. Linton had small, really very small, breasts,
and he picked up one of the bras to verify it was an A-cup, noticing also
that it had an underwire construction. Probably the lady had drooping
breasts. This was a La Perla and very nice. Jimmie really understood the
ins-and-outs of the retail women's underwear trade at this point.
Most of the bras were matched with panties, and all seemed to be in
pristine condition. Some still had the tags on, meaning they a never been
worn, a real plus. The $200 suggested price was a steal as far as he
could tell. But he had one question. The bra he had picked up, and one
other, had no matching panties.
"Ma'am, I notice that this bra and one other isn't part of a matched set.
If there are matching panties, we would like them too." This was quite a
bold move for Jimmie, but his growing familiarity with the niche market
they occupied made him ask.
"Oh, I wore that bra recently and, when I asked the maid to hand wash it
and the others I'd worn, she didn't think to look in my clothes hamper
for the matching panties. Would you see if you can locate them in the
bathroom hamper, right through there?" she asked Jimmie as she pointed
the way.
"Oh sure ma'am," Jimmie replied, and he went to her bathroom and opened
the hamper. After rooting around a bit, he found the two pair of panties
he was after, noticing that the gussets were soiled with a whitish stain
that might be damp in one case, and brought them back to show Ms.
Oberdorfer and the seller.
"Well," Ms. Linton exclaimed, "no secrets among us girls, right? Sorry
they are sort of dirty, but they're yours to take if you want."
"Thank you Ms. Linton, we will gladly do so. It's part of Ginny's job to
hand wash our stock before it is offered for sale. Ginny even hand washes
the rest of the staff's underwear as part of her duties, including mine.
No worries."
Mission accomplished. Ms. Oberdorfer and Jimmie left the Linton apartment
and were soon on the way back to the store. After Jimmie stowed the new
acquisitions in the A-cup bin for later sorting, and put the soiled
panties in the pile by the sink where did the hand wash each time he was
working, he changed from his uniform to his street clothes ready to
depart.
"Ginny, let me give you a lift home," Ms. Oberdorfer offered as they
locked up.
"Oh, that would be great," Jimmie replied, happy to be with his mentor
for a little bit longer. He kept vacillating between his bed-rock
assumption that Ms. Butler would direct his future, and the recurring
wish to follow Ms. Oberdorfer's direction. It was worrisome, but he had
not a clue how to resolve this conflict.
Underway in the Maserati, Ms. Oberdorfer asked, "Ginny, what would you
think about inviting your library supervisor to visit our shop when
you're on duty sometime -- at her convenience, of course? She might like
to look through out bins of shoes, for instance, and maybe the underwear
collections on hand. She might find something appealing, and we could
charge it as a discounted employee purchase and she could make it a gift
to you -- I mean you could make it a gift to her," she finished
confusedly.
Jimmy was a bit worried about this idea. Ms. Butler would see him in his
uniform, which could be mistaken for wearing a dress, and she would learn
some people called him Ginny. But what could he do if Ms. Oberdorfer
pursued the invitation?
"Ms. Butler would like that I'm sure, so I will offer if I remember to,"
he offered lamely, hoping the suggested visit would go away somehow." And
that's how they left it as they arrived at Jimmie's address and he made
his goodby.
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