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The New Job (Harrison)
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The New Job
by Kathy Harrison
This is a story about John Ricks and how he found
happiness in his new job.......
I was not a happy man. My job was going nowhere. Being a
paste-up artist in the new world of computerized advertising art
was getting me nowhere. I was taking computer layout courses, but
I just didn't seem to be getting the knack of it. My boss is a real
bitch! She constantly berates me. She is very competitive and does
not seem to like men who do not have the same competitive drives
as she does.
She dresses for success, very fashionably, with a little more flash
than most businesswomen, but after all... this is advertising. I
found myself doubting what I could do to correct my situation. I
had interviewed with several other companies and had gotten
nowhere. It was time for my annual review. I dreaded this day!
Marie, my boss, had scheduled our meeting for 5:30pm after almost
everyone had left. I came into her office and she asked me to sit
down. For the next half hour she told me that I had little future in
what I was doing and I had better wake up. With that I couldn't
take it anymore, I broke down and started to cry. At first Marie
was not very sympathetic, but then she sat down next to me and
told me it was alright. She held me to her and said she would help
me. I couldn't believe it! This woman who was normally so cold
you could get frostbitten just by being near her had a warm side.
Marie then stood up in front of me and said "John you are
obviously not able to face your problems as a man. I will help you,
but you have to swear to me that you will follow everything I say,
or I will dump you in a minute. You will have no job, nothing and I
know you can not make it out on the street." I was a little taken
aback, but agreed to her demands. She told me to get cleaned up
and meet her back in her office in half an hour. I went to the
washroom and washed my face. I felt a bit strange, not knowing
what I had gotten myself into, but agreed that it had to be better
than where I had been. I went back to Marie's office and she said
that she had to do some shopping, I was to come with her. Later
she would start working with me.
We left the office about 6:30 and headed to the mall. Marie and I
entered Macy's and she proceeded to go on a shopping frenzy. I had
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to follow her everywhere. We first went into the Lingerie
department. I felt strange standing there, as Marie went through
and selected several items. Many times she had me hold up
nighties, slips, camisoles and other selections, just for her to stand
back and see them more clearly. She occasionally asked me my
opinion of certain items, but her taste was obviously much more
refined than mine and all of her selections were exquisite. She spent
some time talking to the saleswoman, out of earshot. The only
thing I heard was that she would be back on Saturday morning.
We went to other departments and she went through the same
routine. While we were shopping she was telling me that my
personal taste in clothes was less than acceptable and she would
have to do something about it in the near future. She asked me
what size shoes I wore and my other measurements for a future
shopping excursion. She giggled at my measurements, being only
5'6" and 145lbs. She kept on making comments about the fact that
I was not the right shape or size for a man. I just hung my head
knowing that I couldn't argue with her. By the time we finished the
store was just about to close. I had about 10 bags and boxes to
carry out to the cab. I had a hard time maneuvering but was able
to make my way. Marie hailed the cab and took us back to her
apartment. I made my way up the stairs with all of the packages
and entered the front hall of her apartment. It was a beautiful old
Victorian home. With high ceilings and beautiful woodwork. She
had me take all of the packages upstairs and put them on the bed
in the guest room. It was a beautiful room done in peaches and
white. A canopied bed took up much of the room and a large white
dressing table with many crystal perfume bottles in front of the
large mirror left a quite feminine look about the place.
Marie took my hand and had me sit down at the dressing table.
"John, it is obvious to me that you are never going to make it in
this world as a man, but I think with a great deal of my help, you
can make it as a woman!" I was dumbfounded, I felt like running at
first, But I knew that Marie would kick me out in an instant.
Where would I go, what would I do. Here I was, a 23 year old little
wimp. Maybe she was right, maybe I would try this, how bad could
it be? Marie said " John if you follow everything I say, I guarantee
you will become successful beyond your possible imagination, I will
help you every step of the way. In two months you will re-enter the
business world as a successful young female Account Executive with
one of our new upcoming agencies, and will probably be making 6
figures within the year. It's up to you, I will train you, transform
you and help you become successful. You must be available to
please me and my friends during this transformation period and
you must pay me back at a rate of $10,000 per year for five years. I
didn't know what to do, my head was spinning. After what seemed
to be an eternity, I acquiesced and agreed. With that Marie smiled
and held my face in her hand and said "I am going to make you
into a beautiful woman and you will love me for it. We are going to
have a lot to do in the next few days so we must get started. First
your name. I had a cousin about your age who fell into the wrong
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crowd a few years ago and died of a drug overdose in Columbia.
Her family is out of the country and I know it will not be difficult
for me to get hold of her papers. Her name was Victoria Alicia
Escovar and her father was my fathers brother. She died at 18 and
would be 24 today. You are now Vicky!" My blood was pumping a
mile a minute, sometimes I had fantasies of what it would be like to
be a woman, but never like this. Marie had me strip down and
stand in front of a tri-fold mirror that she had in her dressing room.
She walked around me examining me from head to toe. She made
comments about my lack of body hair and my slender torso, saying
that we would have to get me into the "proper" shape to carry this
off.
She examined my crotch and noticed my rather small cock and
balls and smiled, knowing that she felt I didn't have much use for
them. I felt exceptionally naked standing in front of her, being
looked over like this, and was very self conscious of my rather
androgenous appearance. "Vicky dear, you are going to do well."
Marie said as she led me into the bathroom. I think that was the
first complement she ever gave to me. She drew a hot bath in the
oversized tub and filled the tub with fragrant oils and soaps. She
helped me into the bubble filled tub and left the room. It felt
wonderful. My tiny apartment only had a stall shower. I haven't
taken a bath for years, I've never taken a bubble bath. After about
a half an hour, Marie came back in and helped me out of the tub.
She had me go over and stand in the shower stall while she
proceeded to spread a creamy liquid over most of my body. I had to
stand there for almost 25 minutes before I was able to wash off the
mess. I turned off the shower and found that what little body hair I
still had was gone except for the rather long hair on my head and
my hair around my pubes. Marie now wearing her robe had me sit
down in her recliner while she shaved my pubic area into a soft
furry little mound. She also took out a small flesh colored g-string
like garment made of spandex and had me put it on. It pulled my
cock and balls up and under me, making my crotch quite smooth.
She then brought in a garment that she called my "Night Cincher"
It was a highly elasticized waist cincher. The garment was
extreamly tight and pushed whatever excess flesh I had either down
to my hips or up to my chest. I could barely breath at first. But
after a while I got used to it. My waist, normally about 29" had
been brought down to 24". While the flesh pushed down around my
hips bulged to 34". The cincher had half cups built into it and
Marie pushed and pulled the flesh on my chest until I had pretty
little 34 A breasts jutting out above the corset. "Vicky, we are
going to have to help your body along in order to have you truly
become the woman you are destined to be. You will have to suffer a
little bit, all in the name of beauty." She gave me some pills to take
and told me they would help me grow accustomed to my new body.
Just as long as it would relieve the tension of this corset, I would do
anything! Marie led me back into the guest room and said, "Vicky
this will be your new room. I have thrown out your old male
clothes, You will not be needing them anymore. I am also going to
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call your landlord in the morning and give up your apartment. Any
items worth saving will be put into storage, I will give away your
clothes to goodwill. The shopping trip that we went on tonight was
for you! This is just the start, you no longer have your job at the
agency. I told everyone that I was firing you. If you follow the
proper training that I have lined up for you, you will have a job as
an Account Executive for our new startup agency specializing in
Fashion Merchandising in two months. You will live here as Vicky,
my cousin, until you are able to go out and have your own
apartment. Tomorrow we will start your training so you need a
good night sleep. I will help you get ready for bed." Marie had laid
out the beautiful silk floral camisole and tap pants that we had
bought earlier, for me to wear as well as a matching short silk
kimono. They fit wonderfully. I felt my nipples harden against the
silken top as I filled out the cami quite nicely. The tap pants were
cut high on my leg, my legs looked very sexy while my crotch
looked most feminine and inviting since all of my maleness was
neatly tucked away. I put on the kimono and sat down at the
dressing table. Marie proceeded to pluck my eyebrows creating a
soft feminine arch. She then brushed my hair which had grown
quite long over the last few months. It was long enough that she
could pin it back in barrettes in the front and tie it back in the
back into a ponytail that came almost down to my shoulders.
"Vicky, we are going to have to do something about your hair...
It's a mousey brown and has little style. I am going to have to
make an appointment for you at the salon, tomorrow, if we are to
get anything accomplished." I panicked.. I was not ready to go out
in public this soon. How could I do this. Marie gave me a
reassuring hug and said. "Honey, don't be worried I will be with
you." Under any other circumstances this would not be all that
reassuring, but somehow I felt comforted by Marie's warmth and
loving tones. She had me put some moisturizer on my face, hands,
arms and legs, and dusted my shoulders and breasts with perfumed
dusting powder. With that she helped me into bed and kissed me
goodnight. My mind was racing, but it was late and I was so
exhausted that I quickly fell off to sleep.
I awoke the next morning a little disoriented and a little nauseous.
It was almost 8:30am and my first instinct was that I was late to
work. I don't think that I should go to work looking like this!
Marie had left a note on the night stand to take the pills that she
had left for me they would make me feel better, wash my face, she
would be back by 9:00.
I did what I was told and actually did begin to feel better. All
except my nipples, which were quite sore and swollen, although
they did look quite sexy pushing into the silken camisole. I was
beginning to like the feelings that I was having. I was awakened out
of my daydream to find Marie rushing in, "Come on Vicky, honey,
we have a big day ahead. You have an appointment for a full
makeover at my salon at 10:00. I have to get you dressed and over
there right away." The panic that hid me at first was overcome by
the rush to get going. Marie helped me out of my clothes and
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released the cincher, I never realized how much relief I could feel all
at once. She put a shower cap on my head and I hurried into the
shower and washed off. I got out and Marie wrapped the towel
around my chest and sat me down at the dressing table. "Vicky, we
do not have time for a lesson now, I'm just going to touch you up
with a little makeup." She put on some mascara and liner, a
coppery shadow and pink-red blush. She spent a little time on my
lips, first with lip liner then with a brush filling in my lips giving
them a sexy, pouty look. She then put a coating of gloss over them.
She then helped me to get dressed. First I put on the g-string,
pulling my male organs back and up inside of me. Then I put on a
quite formidable corset that pulled in my waist to almost 23". I
was having a hard time breathing as Marie tied the final lace of the
garment. She let me catch my breath for a second before
continuing. Into the cups of the garment she placed silicone filled
breast forms that gave me a full 34C-cup form. The strapless bra on
the corset had demi cups and the nipples in the breast forms jutted
out over the bra cups. With every move I felt my new formed
titties jiggle. She handed me a pair of black lace pantyhose that
were beautiful. I pulled them up my soft shaven legs and noticed
how they clung to my feminine form. Next I put on a gorgeous red
silk teddy. It fit to my every curve and covered the corset fully,
making me look like one sexy girl. I adjusted the bodice and
noticed how the nipples of the forms were straining against the
garment and moved with my every breath. I snapped the crotch
strap of the teddy in place and stood to look in the mirror. Staring
back at me was a beautiful, sexy young girl. "Vicky, we don't have
time for that right now, we must get going." I snapped out of it and
finished getting dressed. I put on the pair of Chic jeans that we had
bought last night, the fit me like a glove. They had little bows at
the ankle and no pockets. On top I put on the red angora sweater
we had bought and a pretty gold belt. Catching a glimpse in the
mirror, I looked like a young co-ed on her way to a date. Marie had
me step into some mid-heal black pumps that were about 2" high.
"Vicky, get used to these now, you will have to wear the higher
ones later." I looked down and saw my lace encased feet in the
pretty black pumps. Marie handed me a purse and we headed for
the street. Outside we walked the three blocks to the salon.
I was in such a rush, I hadn't realized that I was outside dressed
like this. We passed people on the street and all we go were some
admiring glances, especially from some men unloading a truck who
loved the fact that my titties were bouncing from the swiftness of
our pace. I had only a little difficulty negotiating the sidewalk
except for an errant grate and found the bounce in my walk
exhilarating. A few minutes later we were at the salon. It was
called Feminine Expressions and catered to the more fashionable
and trend conscious business woman. Marie was good friends with
the owner Karla and as we entered they kissed each other on the
cheek. Karla turned to me and said,"This must be Victoria. How
pretty you are. A good foundation for us to work on to make you
beautiful." Marie turned to me and said "Vicky, Karla knows about
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our little secret as well as one of her assistants. They are the only
ones who know." A sinking feeling came over me again, how could
she tell them, I guess it was too late for me to be upset now. Marie
turned to me and said, "Don't worry, both Karla and her assistant
Lori are very supportive of what we are trying to do, they will take
good care of you. I have to go to the office for a few hours, I will be
back before you are done. Karla knows what I want, just be a good
girl for her." With that Marie left. I was very upset. How could she
leave me here, like this, with these strangers. Karla put her arm
around me and said, "Victoria, dear, I think its a wonderful thing
that Marie is doing to try to give you another start, lets make her
proud by having you become the beautiful young lady that you are
meant to be." She kissed me on the cheek and I felt much better.
Karla was an attractive woman in her 30's. She was dressed in a
straight blue skirt and white silk blouse that was in a wrap style.
She wore high blue pumps and had on lace stockings much like the
black lace pantyhose that I had on. She was blonde with a very
stylish cut, shorter but not too short, overall quite attractive. She
brought me into a private area of the salon to meet Lori, her
assistant. We passed through the main area of the salon and saw
many women in various stages being assisted by as many as 10 of
Karla's operators. We got to the back and were greeted by Lori.
She was stunning. She had long chestnut colored hair that cascaded
in curls down her back. She wore a short red sweater dress that was
cut to be worn off the shoulders and clung to her every curve. At
her waist was a wide black patient belt and her long sexy legs were
covered with sheer black stockings. She had black patient pumps
on that must of had 5" heals. Her makeup was perfect and she
wore several necklaces and bracelets as well as a gold ankle bracelet
with a little gold heart. She had on large hoop earrings in one
piercing in each ear and diamond studs in the other. I couldn't help
but to stare. "Victoria, this is Lori. You won't believe this but Lori
was once my nephew!" My mouth must of hit the floor. This is the
type of girl you usually find on the cover of Cosmo, this certainly
was no man. "Lori was 15 when she came to live with me. That
was four years ago. I changed her from a boy who could do no
right, to a girl who can do no wrong. She is a sophomore at the
University and is home for break. I'm sure you will have alot to
talk about. I will leave you two to get acquainted and for Lori to
help you get undressed for your session." Karla left and Lori closed
the door. "Vicky, I know how uncomfortable you must feel, but I
can assure you that everything is going to be wonderful." This was
not a boys voice I was hearing. This was a sensual young woman. I
just stared at Lori and did not know what to do. I asked her, "Why
did this happen to you?" While she got me undressed, she told me
of how she was always getting in trouble in school and how her
mother had caught her dressing up in her sisters clothes on day, her
Aunt Karla spoke to her mother and felt that she could straighten
out the problems he was having with school and see whether or not
the crossdressing showed deeper inclinations. Since Lori's father
had left them when she was young, s/he had no role model to
follow. S/he became rebellious as well as less masculine than
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his/her playmates. Karla took her in and helped transform her into
what she is today. She is an honors student studying psychology
and is a cheerleader. She loves who she is and what she is. She has
been on hormones for two years and had breast implants done
about a month ago. She is seeing a doctor to complete her
transformation into womanhood after she graduates. I couldn't
believe what I was hearing, this perfectly adjusted young lady was
once a boy. She talked all while I was being prepped for my session.
She stripped me down to my g-string and put a short robe on me.
She waxed my legs and bikini line and started electrolysis on my
face and eyebrows. The needle stung as she touched each follicle.
She pulled the wax from my legs and I let out a yelp. I'm sure I
was heard through the salon. Lori said, "Vicky, we have to work on
that voice of yours if you are going to pass." She started giving me
hints on how to speak. She found if I talked with a slight spanish
accent I sounded the most feminine. Being Victoria Alicia Escovar,
that was perfect. She pierced my earlobes and placed gold studs in
the piercing. I was beginning to feel much more relaxed until she
took out a syringe and stuck it in my behind. That is a booster for
the hormone pills that Marie is giving you. I didn't know anything
about hormones. "That's why you felt a little queasy this morning,
it was morning sickness. The prescription that I take has been
duplicated for you. If you keep up with your dosages, you will feel
fine." This was going much too fast for me. Lori gave me a pair of
lace panties to wear, a long terry robe and a pair of healed slippers
and took me over to the sink. She washed my hair, then gave me a
facial, which felt wonderful. She left the pack on my face and tied
my hair up into a towel. I was led into the main portion of the
salon and sat down in a chair where I saw an operators name plate
Sandy. I was petrified. I felt that before this no one else would
know about me. Lori came over and introduced me to Sandy, I said
hello with the slight spanish accent that Lori had rehearsed with
me. Lori leaned over and said that Sandy was going to do my
coloring and my cut and style. She knows nothing about me and
will never have to know if I act properly. Sandy had me sit in the
chair next to her station that had a sink and put a vinyl coverup on
me. She turned the chair and tilted it back taking the towel from
my head, she started the coloring, by the time she was done I went
from a mousey brown to a stunning reddish brunette.
She dried me off and let the color set. Lori washed the pack off my
face and put on some moisturizer cream. Finally I was led back
into Sandy's chair and she started my cut. She finished the cut and
turned me around in the chair to set my hair. While sandy set my
hair in what seems like 100 curlers, Lori sat in front of me and gave
me a pedicure. Lori had finished removing any callouses from my
feet and gave my feet and nails a hot oil treatment. When Sandy
had me move under a dryer while Lori finished. When she was
done, my toes were pretty as a picture. I returned to Sandy's chair
and she finished my styling. I opened my eyes to see a fantastic
transformation, even without makeup, a beautiful girl was staring
back at me. " Vicky, we still have alot to do, don't be gawking at
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yourself." as Lori led me over to the manicurists station. The
manicurists' name was Tiffany. She was a bit airy but cute. I found
myself falling into my new role. We talked as she gave me the full
treatment, oil, tips, wraps and several coats of "Love that Red!" On
each nail she put a fine gold line under the final clear coats. I liked
talking to her, she liked my accent, I told her that I was from
Miami. We talked about fashions and men! I had to make up some
experiences, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I found myself turned
on talking this way. I never thought about boy's as a boy, As a girl,
it didn't seem unnatural. Tiffany finished and Lori came over and
brought me to a makeup station. The cosmetologist name was
Gina, she was a knockout. She was Hispanic, only about 5'3" tall
and dressed to thrill. She wore a red leather mini with red pumps
and dark stockings. She wore a black leather bustier and a red
bolero jacket with gold brocade trim. Her make up was perfect and
her jet black hair cascaded in curls over one shoulder. She asked me
about my preferences in color, as soon as I started to talk in my
spanish accent, Gina said," Girl I know what you want. Leave it all
to me." Gina talked and I listened, I picked up nuances in her voice
that I needed. She was a great talker, so I didn't have to say much.
She started with a foundation and then a powder. She made a
comment that I needed to have some skin work done, because of
enlarged pores, I grimaced a little hoping that she didn't discover
me. She said that the foundation would help smooth out any
problems for now, but if I wanted to wear anything lighter or
shearer in the future, I would have to come in for the treatments.
She colored and contoured my brows and started working on my
eyes. In golds and mauve she applied shadows to my lids. Coats
and coats of mascara, lengthening and filling out the top and
bottom lashes. Eyeliner defined the contours of my eyes, giving
them a cat-like appearance. A mauve-pink blush was applied to my
cheekbones, raising them in a more feminine form. She did my lips
by drawing them way beyond their normal outline in a deep
magenta lipliner. She then painted them in several deep red coats.
Finally, she topped them off with several coats of gloss. A few
touches here and there and she handed me a mirror. I was
spectacular, sexy, gorgeous, sensuous, words could not describe how
beautiful I felt. I was a beautiful brunette, with red highlights, cut
in a very feminine cut framing my face coming down just above my
shoulders in the back. My makeup was perfect. I had a slight Latin
look, with deep sensuous eyes and dark pouty red lips. I felt
wonderful. Lori took me back into the private room to help me get
dressed. Marie would be back any minute and she wanted me to be
ready. Marie had brought some clothes for me to wear when I was
done. I had no idea what they were, Lori took them out of the
shopping bag and started dressing me. First I was hooked into a
black lace corselette. Lori pulled the laces down tight till my waist
was 23" again. This was one part I didn't like. Next I put on
seemed black lace stockings. I had a difficult time with them now
that I had my new manicure. Lori helped me. I fastened the
garters to the stockings and straightened the seams. Lori then gave
me the prettiest bikini panties I had ever seen. They were all satin
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and lace and were seemed in the back to just barely cover my
derriere while showing my every curve. Lori handed me a short
black silk full slip. It felt dreamy as it fell down around my body.
The hem of the slip came barely to my stocking tops. The bodice
was trimmed in lace and was given a most feminine form when
filled out by the gel filled breasts.
I was then given a red satin blouse with black pin striping. The
blouse was quite tailored and had black pearl buttons and a stand
up collar. I put the blouse on and started buttoning the buttons up
and Lori stopped me and had me leave the top four buttons open,
showing my cleavage and a small bit of the lace from my slip. Next
she took out a black leather straight slim skirt and had me step
into it. It was fully lined and beautifully tailored in dark supple
leather. It was short but not a mini, coming a few inches above the
knee. I zipped up the zipper and felt the leather wrap around me.
It was great, I felt sexy and beautiful. The skirt was tight and slit
in the back. Lori gave me a wide black belt with a large
bow-buckle. I fastened it tight around my slender waist. Finally
she gave me the sexiest, highest black patent pumps I had ever
seen. They were shiny and cut with a sharp angle to the arch.
They had bows on the back of each heal. I gingerly stepped into
them and had a hard time at first. After a few minutes I got used
to them. Lori then handed me three rings and three bracelets to
put on, including Marie's diamond tennis bracelet. I was shocked
that she would let me wear it. She then took out my gold studs and
replaced them with large gold hoops, telling me to be careful with
them because of my new piercing. Finally she gave me a beautiful
gold necklace with a large ruby drop pendant. It was spectacular. I
looked down to see the pendant hanging into my cleavage. The lace
of the slip outlining the pushed up flesh on my chest, the satin
blouse straining against the size of my breasts. I looked down
further to see my sexy legs surrounded by lace coming down out of
the tight leather skirt. I was walking about the room with the
clicking of my 5" heals on the tile floor. I saw myself in the mirror
and knew that I would make any man weak in the knees. I felt
better than I ever had before. I went out front to wait for Marie,
Sandy, Tiffany and Gina all came up to me and said how great I
looked. I had never gotten so many complements in my whole life.
Karla came up to me and gave me an air kiss, wanting not to smear
my make up. "Victoria, you are stunning. You will make Marie so
happy." Just as she said that, Marie came in the door. She was
smiling from ear to ear. "Vicky, you look better than I could have
imagined. Perfect, just perfect." Marie walked around her and took
her all in. I said in my most feminine tones, "Marie, I'm glad chu
like it. I love feeling pretty." Marie hugged me whispering in my ear
that she loved my accent. Marie brought her black leather and fox
fur jacket for me to wear. It had gotten cooler and she didn't want
me to catch a chill. I said goodbye to everyone, especially Lori. I
told her that I would see her before she went back to school. With
that Marie turned to me and said,"Vicky, I told the guy's that we
would meet them in the bar at the Hilton at 7:00. We don't want
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to keep our dates waiting." I froze. What next?
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Marie actually said we were
meeting the "GUYS" at the bar. Here I was, dressed in a tight
black leather skirt, a satin acetate, quite fitted, red blouse with
vertical, fine black pinstripes. It was open to give a glimpse of the
top of my black lace slip and my flesh was squeezed together by the
tight corset I was wearing to form ample cleavage. A wide black
patent belt surrounded my nipped in 23" waist. I had black lace
stockings and the sexiest black patent 5" heals that caused me to
take short feminine steps. Marie had handed me a 3/4 length black,
embossed leather jacket to wear, with red fox trim. It had gotten
quite cool outside in the autumn air and she didn't want for me to
catch cold.
Getting back to the subject at hand, going through all of this
feminization was something I could handle, meeting guys was
something entirely different. I wasn't gay! And I wasn't going to go
out with any guy. Marie got us into the cab and told the cab driver
to take us to the Doral Hotel. She then turned to me and noting
my firm resistance to go out said, "Vicki, listen and listen good...
You have no choice in this matter. We are going to meet the
President and CFO of my newest customers, Devon Fashions. They
are one of the largest catalog and retail clothing distributors in the
northeast. I have been dating Don Mortonson the President for a
few weeks, when I first landed the account I met the CFO Roger
Colter and we went out once. He is bi and was not my type., But
he is definitely YOUR TYPE! And if you want not to be left on the
street and try to make it on your own you better cooperate...GOT
IT!" I got the message loud and clear. I was petrified. How could I
pull this off. Marie stopped scolding me and took my hand and
said, "Vicki, dear, everything will be fine if you just relax, she gave
me a valium and I began to calm down. We arrived at the Doral
and the Doorman helped me from the cab. I had left my purse on
the seat and reached around to grab it. Marie commented to me
later that the doorman was really an "Assman" because his eyes
practically bugged out looking at my derriere encased in the tight
leather skirt. Marie looked quite the fashion plate herself dressed in
her new grey checked suit that I new was a Fioria original. It was
quite tailored and she wore a black silk camisole, sheer stockings
and charcoal suede spiked pumps to complete the outfit. She had
her new fox coat on and looked wonderful. We went into the lounge
in the hotel and checked our coats. The bar was quite long and
everything was done in fine woods and reeked of opulence. I never
had been in the classier places in town and could get used to this
quite easily. I saw Marie wave to two men at the far end of the bar.
She took my hand and led me through the crowd to meet them.
Don was a very professional looking man. Rugged features, and a
6'2" athletic frame, dressed in a classic blue pinstripe suit. Greying
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temples gave him the look of the consummate corporate executive
in his forties. Roger, on the other hand, was more of the Yuppie
type. Tall and thin, he was wearing a light grey, double breasted
Armani suit. He had sandy blonde hair and was wearing gold wire
frame glasses. He was in his thirties and was very handsome. Marie
introduced me to Don first, "Donald this is my cousin Victoria
Escovar." Don took my hand and said, "Victoria its a pleasure to
meet you." I noticed how different men shake women's hands than
mens hands. He was soft and gentile with me, I like that. Marie
then introduced me to Roger as Vicki. Roger took my hand and
kissed it. I must of turned 16 shades of red. "Vicki, you are a most
attractive woman, I am most pleased to make your acquaintance." I
was totally flustered by this situation. Here was this most
attractive man, who most women would die for, making goo-goo
eyes at me...a man dressed as a woman. I felt a little light headed.
Before even saying anything, I staggered and Roger caught me in
his firm strong grasp. He and Marie helped me up on a bar stool
and got me a drink of water. Feeling better I said, "Thank you very
much, I don't usually faint upon meeting such handsome men." I
was trying to be complementary and apparently it was working.
Roger put his arm around my shoulders and said, "I'm the one who
should be captivated by your beauty." Feeling better, Marie
suggested that we go to the powder room to freshen up for dinner.
She asked Donald to order an Absolut martini for her and a
Chardonnay for me, as she hurried me off to the ladies room.
Once there, Marie took out a tissue and wiped the perspiration
from my brow. I was shaking and didn't know what to do. "Vicki,
you must relax. Roger and Don like you very much, Roger in
particular. I told him about you before we got together tonight,
although Don doesn't know of course. Roger is totally captivated
by you. Right before we came in here, he whispered in my ear that
you were perfect. Just relax and enjoy yourself." I took a deep
breath and started to calm down. Marie opened my purse and took
out some of my makeup and gave me a touch up. A little more
mascara, some powder and plenty of lip gloss. I grabbed my purse
and we headed back into the lounge. I felt much better as Marie led
me to a table in the lounge where Don and Roger were waiting for
us. Roger got up and helped me with my chair and I smoothed my
skirt which hiked up exposing my lace encased thighs as I sat down.
I crossed my legs as femininely as I could and sat back in the
lounge chair. Roger couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of me. Marie
started the conversation by telling Don and Roger that I had just
left a small agency handling local retailers in Miami. After I had
gotten myself settled here in New York, she wanted me to interview
at their new creative group to handle fashion direct marketing as a
Junior A.E.. I may even be able to work on some programs for
Devon. Especially in their Hispanic niche marketing group. I knew
enough from my three years at the graphics studio, and thank god I
was relatively fluent in Spanish, given Don's attempt at Spanish
conversation (bad High School Spanish) to be able to hold my own
in the conversation. After about five minutes of shop talk. Marie
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took the conversation on to other subjects. Thank god she did,
because I was running out of things to say. We talked for about a
half an hour, Don left the table for about 10 minutes and when he
returned he had made 9:00 reservations at The Four Seasons for us.
I got a little nervous, because I thought the night was going to end
with drinks. We went outside and Don had a stretch limo waiting
at the hotel, to take us to the restaurant. We had reservations in
one of the dining rooms. I lost track of the name of the room, but
was captivated by the grandiose surroundings of the famous
restaurant. The maitre d' seated us and was quite gallant. I loved
all of the attention we were getting. I began to think that there are
many advantages to being a woman, particularly attractive ones.
At dinner I tried many things that I never tried before; caviar,
escargot, quail and tru- es. I only tried small morsels of each, not
thinking my corset would allow me any more.
The conversation was stimulating, Don talked of his trip to China, I
was fascinated. Roger talked about skiing and playing tennis and
the trip he was planning to St. Moritz in December for Christmas.
I listened and added, where appropriate, what I could, but mostly I
was enthralled by these successful people living life to the fullest. I
had never even dreamed of some of these experiences. I tried sking
once and was not very good and I wasn't a very good tennis player.
As coffee was served, Marie and I excused ourselves to go to the
Ladies room and we left.
Marie turned to me as I turned the corner into the powder room,
"Your doing wonderfully, what do you think of Roger?" "He's quite
a fascinating man. I like listening to both of them." Marie
said,"That's not what I mean. What I said was ...What do you
think of HIM? Do you like him, don't you think he is a great
looking guy?" I knew what she was getting at and I couldn't think
straight about it. They were both very attractive men. They lived
lives that I could never dream of. As a "woman" I could not help
but be attracted to them, especially to Roger who was being so nice
to me. I couldn't help thinking that I was living a masquerade and
that as a man, I could not really be attracted to him. I replied to
Marie, "I don't know, I'm very confused, I guess so." Marie said,
"Thats great, because I know he likes you. He hasn't taken his eyes
off you all night. I want you to relax and enjoy him. In your new
roll you owe it to yourself to take advantage of any opportunity.
Roger and Don can help you be successful in your new position.
Roger likes you and finds you attractive. The more time you spend
with him and the better you make him feel, the more opportunities
you will have. Also as my account, the more you will be part of my
ability to lock Devon in as a long term client. I'm sure that you will
be very satisfied if you relax and have a good time." I looked at
Marie and skeptically said "OK". Last second touches to my
makeup and adjusted my skirt and we went back into the
restaurant. Don and Roger had ordered us after dinner drinks. Don
knew Marie liked B&B and Roger was drinking cognac and had
ordered the same for me. I had not tried it before and although it
was strong, I liked it. I sipped the drink that was served in a
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brandy snifter slowly at first. Don suggested that the night was still
young and that he and Roger offered to take us up to the Rainbow
room at the top of Rockefeller Center for some Midnight dancing. I
looked to Marie who was smiling from ear to ear and realized that
we were going so I didn't resist. I just looked down and finished the
brandy in one swig...all of it! We accepted their invitation and they
escorted us to the car. The combination of the drinks that I had
and the valium that I took earlier had gotten me most relaxed. We
talked and laughed and I found myself sitting quite close to Roger
in the back seat of the limo. He had his arm around my shoulder
and was holding me close to him. I felt so relaxed that I gave in
and snuggled down with my head on his shoulder. Marie smiled at
me and winked. I looked back and then closed my eyes. I didn't
really know what was happening to me...but I liked it.
We got to the Rockefeller Center and Don had the limo wait for us.
In the cool fall air, Don put his arm around Marie and Roger
around me and we walked over to the edge of the ice rink. They
were just closing up and the final sparkle of the lights shown down
on the ice. It was beautiful. As the lights started to go off, Don and
Roger escorted us into the building and up to the famous Rainbow
Room. The place was a dream, all done in art deco. This was my
favorite style, I had studied much about the period when I went to
art school. We were escorted to a table and sat down. Don ordered
us another round of drinks. I felt that I couldn't possibly have
another and begged off. Roger ordered another cognac and said we
would share, I agreed and he pulled me closer to him on the seat of
the booth. The band started up and Don grabbed Marie and took
her out onto the dance floor. It was a fast song, being scared to
dance (particularly in these heals) I begged off and stayed at the
table. Roger waited until Marie and Don left and started talking to
me, "Vicki, you are a beautiful "WOMAN" and I know, that you
know, that I know your little secret. I have to be very careful in my
position not to allow my sexual preferences to come into my
business life. You are the type of "girl" that can let me have my
proverbial cake and eat it too. I like you and want to keep seeing
you if you let me and I'm sure that I can do alot for both your and
Marie's career. Besides, based on what Marie has told me, I'm sure
that you would enjoy this type of life alot better than the one you
had been living." I looked up at Roger and saw in his deep blue
eyes someone that before this night I could of never imagined
having a relationship with. But I had gone through alot of changes
in the last couple of days and this was a life that I could grow
comfortable with. I looked into Rogers eyes and gave in to him. He
tilted his head and kissed me. At first I didn't respond at all. I was
petrified...how could this be happening to me. but here I was,
dressed as I was, enjoying myself in places and doing things that I
had never dreamed of before. Here was an obviously successful
person, who could have anyone, and he wanted me. The fact that
he was a man complicated matters, but considering my outward
appearance, it was obvious that I was the farthest thing to being
male that you could imagine. As his kiss grew more passionate, I
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began to respond. I raised my hands and at first put them on his
shoulders, he held me closer to him. I was caught up in the moment
and responded to him. I put my hands behind his head and held
him nearer to me. I had succumbed to his advances and there was
little turning back now. I felt totally vulnerable as I never had
before. I even felt a sense of warmth that I had not felt in years.
We kissed once or twice more and sat at the table holding hands.
The band started playing "Someone to Watch Over Me", and
Roger took me out onto the dance floor. It was a very slow song
and we danced, holding each other closely. At first Roger held my
right hand in his and put his left around my waist. My hand felt so
small and petite in comparison to his. After a while I put both my
hands around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. Many
times his hands drifted down to my leather clad bottom and then
surrounding me hugging me close to him. We stayed out on the
dance floor for almost an hour. Every once in a while I caught
glimpses of Marie and Don dancing and Marie smiling at me. It
was almost 1:30 by the time we returned to the table. Marie and
Don were nowhere to be found and there was a small note waiting
at my seat.
" Vicki, I saw what a great time you and Roger were
having out on the dance floor. I knew you would be the
perfect couple. Since I was so confident you two were
going to hit it off, I took a few liberties and had a
weekend planned for you and Roger that I was going to
go ahead with based on how you two got along. It's
obvious that you are most compatible, so why wait? I
had the limo driver stop at the apartment and pick up
the bags I packed for you. They are in the trunk of the
limo. I have even bought some new things for you that
are something special. Don and I have taken a cab back
to his place on Park Ave. The limo will take you to
Roger's. Have fun, see you Monday. Love, Marie"
I looked up at Roger and said "You knew about this all along,
didn't you." He looked at me and said, "Vicki, dear, I only wanted
to go along with it if I felt you wanted to. I think you do. I want
you to. It can be a most enjoyable weekend for the both of us. I'm
sure Marie would be most pleased. Will you spend the weekend
with me." I thought about it for a moment and what else could I
say. As a quick retort I replied, "I hope you don't believe that I go
home with every man I meet on the first date." We both laughed
and headed for the elevator. Once in the limo I sat close to Roger,
he lived in Westchester, so it was a long drive. I was still most
apprehensive. The fact that Roger just cuddled with me and didn't
try to maul me in the back seat of the car made me feel alot more
comfortable. We talked all the way back to his house. He told me
how his wife left him for a business associate of her's last year. She
just took off and he retained custody of their three daughters,
Sandy, who was 14 and the twins Lisa and Lori who were 4. He and
his wife, Ellen, had been married when they were still seniors at
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Dartmouth. And were both also quite ambitious and the stress of
two most competitive lifestyles was too much for their marriage.
"Ellen also was into playing the field. Having the kids was not her
idea of fun. They had a governess almost since they were born. In
the first few years with just Sandy it was OK, but after the twins
were born, Ellen stopped being a responsible parent. I ended up
doing alot of the parenting and later found Ellen to be having
extramarital affairs. She ended up taking off with one of her clients
and is now somewhere in Italy doing whatever she wants." I felt sad
for Roger, he obviously loved his children and wanted to have a
happy marriage. He didn't seem to object to Ellen's ambition, in
fact he seemed to encourage it. She just took advantage of him. His
lawyer was obviously very good, because he retained custody of the
children, not that Ellen seemed to want them, and most of the joint
assets. I told him of my life, not that there was much to tell. That
I was brought up by my mother, Louisa, who was a Cuban emigre,
that came to America after Castro came into power. She married
my father, George Ricks, who left my mother when I was only 3. I
was her only child. I guess she did the best she could, but it was
hard. I remember that there was always alot of men visiting my
mother, I never thought until later that they were possibly paying
for her services. When I found out, I left home. At first I hated her
and all of them. Over time my attitude softened. I went to a local
art school and found I had an affinity for art. I was no real "artist",
but I developed a good sense of space and design. I ended up at a
junior college down near Ft. Lauderdale. Between trying to keep a
job and live, there wasn't much time for college. I took four years
to get a two year degree in Business and a minor in art. That was
last year. For the past year I have been working at the agency for
Marie. In fact Marie didn't hire me, her predecessor did and Marie
was not all to happy to inherit me. She is very much into the use of
computers for layout and design, I don't have that experience, nor
do I have much of an inclination for it. She must see something in
me though, or why would she be going to all of this trouble.
Roger ended up telling me why Marie had such an interest in me.
"Marie and I went out on two or three dates, She is quite a woman
and tends to be on the "Domineering" side as you probably well
know. She found me to be not her type that she could develop a
more intimate relationship and also found out I was Bi. She liked
me and wanted to do something for me, besides the fact I was her
largest account (although, knowing Marie, that was her primary
motivation). And said that she knew someone who she thought
would satisfy "all" of my needs, apparently you were her challenge
to do so. I know she felt she would be able to always retain my vote
to keep her on as the primary agency for our account if she was able
to deliver. I found that tonight I feel totally differently. You are not
just a fantasy, you are real and betytr than I could have imagined.
I could never have a relationship, outwardly, with a man. But I am
not totally sexually satisfied with a woman. You can fulfill my
desires completely. I looked at him and knew that eventually that
would come true, but said, "Roger please be slow with me. I have
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had so many things happen to me in the last two days, my head is
spinning. I need time." Roger held me closer and stroked my hair
and said, "There there, I will take care of you. You don't have to
do anything you don't want to. Just keep an open mind." I felt
much better and started to relax. A few minutes later we were at
his home. It was a beautiful large colonial somewhere in Scarsdale,
I didn't really know where we were. He helped me out of the car
and the driver went around and got my bags from the trunk. I
didn't know how long Marie thought I was staying but she packed a
large suitcase, a garment bag and a Cosmetics case. The driver
brought them up to the front porch and took off. It was dark, and I
couldn't see much of the house, but it seemed quite large. Inside I
saw how large it really was. A palatial center hall that had a
staircase that went up to a large landing with a huge window and
wound around to the second floor. There was a large living room
with a grand piano and a beautiful formal dining room. Roger said
that I must be tired and brought my bags up stairs. The girls were
staying at his mothers for the weekend. She was dropping them off
early monday morning before school. We entered the master suite
and saw a beautiful four post brass king size bed. French provincial
furniture was everywhere, and this was all the real thing. He
brought my bags into a huge dressing area that had its own private
bath and large walk-in closets that were bare. "Vicki, this was
Ellen's dressing area. If you want to get freshened up, use anything
you want. I need to take care of some things downstairs, it should
only take me 20 minutes or so. Why don't you get ready for bed
and remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want to.
I felt nervous and excited as well. He is a most loving person and I
was quite fond of him. In the next 20 minutes I had to decide
whether or not I was going to sleep with him.
I unpacked my suitcases and again wondered if Marie thought I was
going away for a year. I unpacked the Cosmetic case first. It was
filled to the brim with everything I would need. Although I had not
had alot of practice with putting on makeup. Marie left some notes
in the bag to help me and I watched enough that with a little
practice, I thought I could get the hang of it. Then I unpacked the
suit case. It too was filled to the brim. Stockings, panties, bras,
slips and cami's. Two corsets and a corselette. Three teddies and
several other nities and peignoir sets. A bathing suit, (I don't know
how or where I was going to use that) as well as a black bikini!
Two denim skirts and several sweaters. About eight pairs of pumps
and other shoes including a pair of tennies. Lots of accessories and
jewelry, a pair of sexy high heal boots with bows all over them and
several other knit dresses, skirts and slacks of various styles and
fabrics, jeans and a couple of mini skirts in white and blue leather
and another skirt in denim. At the bottom of the case there were
two dresses, one a strapless hot pink leather and the other a soft
grey knit mini that was backless. I had no idea how Marie expected
me to wear them. Also a white tennis dress with a pair of ru- ed
panties pinned inside. Roger liked to play tennis, I guess I was in
for some lessons. In the garment bag, Marie packed her mink coat
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with a note, "This is on loan! Must be returned!" as well as a
denim jacket that was airbrushed and jeweled. There was also a
short bustier dress with a black velvet bodice and hot pink organza
short skirt with toule flounces and a large pink satin bow at the
hip. Also there was a tailored grey wool suit with a nipped in waist
and a peplum as well as several silk blouses and a jade green silk
jumpsuit. I hung the clothes up and found that my wardrobe was
complete for some time. I guess I was in for the long run here.
Marie packed some notes for me to read, I was going to go over
them in the morning.
I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up.
Finally I made the decision I would sleep with Roger that night. If
I was going to do it, I would do it right. I changed out of my
clothes and put on a red waist cincher that Marie had packed for
me. I took out the red teddy that I put in the draw and put it on. I
brushed out my hair and touched up my makeup. Without my
inserts, my breasts were small, but the cincher pushed up whatever
loose flesh I had and the Teddy helped mold them into about a
large A-cup. I went into the bedroom. dimmed the lights, took a
deep breath and got into bed. I waited nervously for Roger to
arrive. I had decided to be his woman for the weekend.
One of the things that I never felt before was that "I" was the
prize, the treasure of a sexual conquest. I had always had to almost
grovel to my partner to receive the pleasure of their sexual
company. For the first time I am the jewel to be cherished. I am
the one that this person wants to embrace. As I waited for Roger, I
became excited and nervous at the same time. My heart was
pumping a million miles a second. The door to the room opened,
and Roger came in carrying two glasses of champagne. He smiled as
he saw me lying on the bed and said, "Darling, I'm glad to see that
you want to be with me." He put the glasses down on the
nightstand and bent down to kiss me, "You look so beautiful, what
an incredibly sexy outfit." I kissed him again. He handed me a
glass of champagne and I took a sip. I slid my legs around and
stood up beside him. He lifted my chin to kiss me again and we
locked in a most passionate embrace. I practically tore his shirt off
him and began running my fingers through his dense chest hair. I
sucked and teased his nipples, they grew hard to the touch of my
lips. He pulled down one of the shoulder straps of my teddy as he
began to kiss my shoulders and neck. I lowered myself to my knees
and began to unbuckle his belt and drop his trousers to the floor.
His cock was rock hard, straining against his shorts. I thought to
myself, there is no stopping now, as I released the massive organ
from its confines. Slowly I licked the long shaft and the underside
of his massive balls. He became week in the knees and sat down on
the bed, I positioned myself so that I could continue to pleasure
him. I slowly took the head of his huge organ into my mouth and
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gently sucked. I found that I could apply more pressure and started
taking more and more of him in until the tip of his cock was
touching the back of my throat. I started to gag and pulled back,
slowly I repeated until my throat relaxed. I couldn't get all of him
in me, but he seemed to have no problem with what I could do
because, he started to shake and moan and finally came in a flood
that I quickly tried to swallow what I could. Some streamed out of
the corner of my mouth and I caught the residual in a tissue from
the nightstand. He pulled me up close to him and rested my head
on his chest. I continued to slowly stroke his cock with my
feminized hand. Seeing my hand, small and petite, with deep red
nails, wrapped around his throbbing member, stroking him gently,
made me think again about what I was doing. I kept on thinking
that something was wrong, but there wasn't. He kissed me and
whispered softly in my ear, "Now I want to give pleasure to you."
He turned me over and gave me a pillow, which I tucked under my
tummy. My bottom was raised in the air awaiting his advances. He
reached down and unsnapped my teddy. My male organs, which
had been pushed up, fell in the release of the snaps. He gently
kissed my derriere and finally reached the small puckered hole that
was to be my love canal. "Vicki your "pussy" is so tight, you must
relax." Roger reached into his night stand draw and took out a
tube of KY jelly. He lathered his cock and massaged my "vagina"
with the slippery gel. Coming up behind me, he touched the head
of his hard cock to my virgin opening. Slowly he entered me. At
first there was considerable pain . Roger was slow and careful. As I
began to open, he slowly entered me further and further. After
about 5 minutes, I had opened enough that I could take in almost
all of him. There was less pain and more pleasure. Roger slowly
began to pump his steely rod in and out of my backside. I began to
respond to his pumping. I was being "fucked" by a man and loving
it. But it was not "fucking", but loving, as Roger was making love
to me. I was the object of his sexual desire and I was giving myself
totally to him. Our thrusts became more and more heated. I was
screaming with lust. Asking him to push harder and faster, until
finally both he and I exploded in a massive orgasm.
I shivered for about 10 minutes and felt that I was coming and
coming over and over again. Finally Roger pulled out of me and
collapsed at my side. I huddled next to him still shivering and
cooing with delight. That was the best sex that I could ever have
imagined! Roger seemed equally pleased. I had made a little mess
and also felt Rogers cum draining from my backside. I got up and
went to the bathroom. I through a towel to Roger and went in to
clean myself up. I washed off and looked at myself in the mirror.
For now on I was a woman, and I was bound and determined to be
Roger's woman. I undid my cincher and went into the dressing area
and put on a cute little pink baby doll and matching bikini and
climbed back into bed with Roger. He loved the fact that I dressed
to please him. We cuddled and fell asleep in each others arms. The
next morning I woke up resting on his shoulder. I woke him up by
gently sucking him awake until he was rock hard in my mouth. He
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pulled down my panties and lifted my legs over his shoulders.
Thank god I was limber, because he entered me facing him, with
my legs over his arms. It didn't take long for him to cum and we
both collapsed in a heap. We continued to play most of the
morning. About 11:00 am we got up. Roger showered and shaved
and went down stairs to take care of some chores, he wanted to go
into town to buy a birthday present for Sandy, his eldest daughter.
I got cleaned up to go out.
I took a long shower and touched up any errant body hairs. I
washed my hair and realized that I would have to set it after I had
already gotten it wet. That was going to be interesting. Guess you
have to learn sometime. I patted myself dry and dusted myself with
some of the Lancome dusting powder that Marie had packed for
me. I noticed how swollen and sensitive my nipples had become
and was reminded to take my pills. I had a little morning sickness,
but not too bad. Next was the part I didn't like. I put on my white
corset and laced it tight. I had noticed that in the past couple of
days, it had become a little easier to achieve the desired results and
this corset was more elasticized than the others, but it was still no
picnic. One hint I had found, if I crossed my arms, right over left
and reached around and pushed my flesh together, I could form a
quite substantial cleavage that would stay in place with the tension
of the corset. I would put the smaller inserts into the C-cups of the
corset. The inserts would be totally covered by the bra cups and
the pressed together flesh of my chest would form around the top of
the corset, giving me an even more feminine appearance. After I
had everything in place, I fastened a pair of light tan stockings to
the garters of the corset. A white lace pair of Vanity Fair panties
completed my lingerie.
I threw on a short terry robe and started my first attempt at
cosmetics and hairstyling. I had a set of the flexible rollers that
were self heating, I used some setting lotion and proceeded to set
my hair into a cascade of curls in the back and left the front alone.
I started my makeup and did a foundation coat as I had seen Gina
apply at the salon. I was going to be in pinks for the day so I
selected pink tones for my makeup. Blush and highlighting, pink to
violet eyeshadows and plenty of mascara. I took lots of time with
my lips, a dark pink liner, then a brighter ice pink to fill in my lips,
blending carefully to achieve the perfect look that I desired. My
face was done, then for the hair. I took out the rollers and saw that
I had gotten the curls right, but was not sure what else to do. After
experimenting for a while, I took a banana comb and pulled back
my hair, after using a considerable amount of hairspray on the front
I was satisfied at the look. I was very "cute", which was just what I
wanted! Being that we were going to be shopping and in and out of
the car, I chose a more casual outfit for the day. I put on a pretty
pink sweater that was in a chain knit. It had large white buttons in
the back and was cut with a deep V in the back and scoop neck in
the front. The sweater was longer and I wore it with my white
leather skirt and a wide white belt around the sweater. To finish the
outfit I wore a pair of pink pumps that Marie had bought for me.
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They were "only" a 3" heal and were easier to walk around in. I
put on a pretty gold necklace with a heart pendant and a matching
gold ankle bracelet with a smaller pendant. I wore Marie's tennis
bracelet that she had lent me and a gold ladies watch. I almost
forgot my earrings when I checked myself in the mirror. I decided
on a pair of gold and pink topaz drops that finished the look. Here
I was a sexy young lady out for a day of shopping with her man.
I went downstairs to find Roger just finishing up on the phone. He
turned and saw me and was most impressed. "Vicki, you look
sensational. I always wanted to date a sexy little co-ed, you fit the
part." I put my arms around his big strong shoulders and gave him
a kiss. "I love being your girlfriend, I never thought I would say
that, but after last night, that's all I want." Roger kissed me again
and held me close, "Vicki, I want to be with you, I enjoy your
company. I have to be careful and know that we would be accepted
by my family, friends and business associates. You must
understand." I was a little taken back, but I understood. I needed
to make sure that I had no slip-ups and was perfectly accepted as a
total woman, if I was to be Roger's girl.
I went upstairs and did a few final touch-ups to my makeup. I
Sprayed on some Joy perfume and put everything I would need into
my white purse. Now I know why women need such large purses.
My large bag held everything! I went down stairs and Roger and I
went out through the kitchen to the garage. I had not realized how
big this house was, the kitchen was huge. I saw the family room
and it was real big as well. Roger had a projection TV and a large
leather seating area for viewing. We went into the garage and saw
that Roger had a beautiful white Poreche Carrera convertable and
a Mercedes. We got into the Poreche and went into town.
The downtown area was very well-to-do. All boutique shops and
small offices. We walked around and did some window shopping. I
even did some shopping for myself. Roger was most pleased, I
bought a beautiful white angora sweater dress with a cascade of
jewels and sequins over the shoulders and a pair of black suede
pumps with rhinestones covering the heal. I loved trying on all of
the pretty things in the stores. Roger carried the bags and I put my
arm through his and held him close to me. I had not felt this good
in a long time, I hoped that everything would work out. We still
had not found a gift for Sandy. We happened by a record shop and
saw that they had tickets on sale for George Michael. Roger
mentioned that Sandy would die for a chance to see a concert like
this, but his business schedule would not allow him to go. I thought
for a second and said, "Honey, Let me take her. You want to have
things work out and I would like to have the opportunity to get to
know your daughter better." He thought about it and said, "If
Sandy and you get along, OK. She has had a hard time since her
mother left and has not taken well to any of my female friends." I
assured him that it would be alright and he finally said YES. I
jumped up and kissed him. This was fun. We went in and bought
five tickets, one for Sandy, one for me and three more for three of
her girlfriends that she could invite. Roger still wanted to get a few
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more things for her birthday, he was so generous, I talked him into
a beautiful set of gold earrings and a matching necklace. He also
got her a new walkman to wear while she ran, she had just gotten
into jogging. (He suspected that she was into running because she
had the hots for the captain of the track team at her school.) We
grabbed a quick bite of lunch. (I could only eat a small salad and a
Perrier, all of the walking and my corset didn't agree with each
other.) and we headed home. When we got home the phone was
ringing, it was Roger's friend Alex. Alex and his wife Karen had
tickets to the opera for that evening and the other couple that they
were going with had a last minute problem and had to back out.
Alex wondered if Roger wanted to come along. Roger replied,
"Only if I can buy the other TWO tickets off of you, I would be
bringing a date." Alex, knowing the problems that Roger had been
having and wanting him to go out into the mainstream dating
world again, was ectatic. "Of course that would be great, would
you be able to join us for a late night dinner after the MET." Roger
accepted the invitation and came into the living room to tell me. I
was taken back. How could I prepare for an evening out, with
people I didn't know, for a very formal night. The only formal
evening wear I had was the strapless dress that Marie had packed
for me and I wasn't ready to be seen in something like that. Roger
hugged me and said, "Everything is alright. I have a friend name
John who is gay and owns a local salon. We had a relationship
some time ago and I know he would be most trustworthy." I didn't
know about this, but before I could refuse, Roger was already on
the phone to John setting up my appointment. They talked for a
few minutes and after a few cryptic exchanges, Roger said goodbye
and hung up. It's all set, he will see you before closing and seems
very intrigued to meet you. I didn't know whether to be mad or
what. How could he be so cavalier to believe that I would just go
anywhere, I kept thinking to myself, if this is going to work, I was
going to have to deal with it. Getting over my displeasure with
Roger, he hurried me along to the car so I could make it to my
appointment. We went back downtown to the same area we were
shopping. In the middle of the shopping area was a very trendy
salon called Reflections. Roger escorted me inside to meet John.
John was a very effervescent individual and the greetings were all
kisses and hugs. He escorted me inside to the main salon room and
had me take a seat while he and Roger went inside to John's office.
I was a little uptight and seeing Roger with John didn't help. I was
actually jealous. I thought they had been lovers at one point, Roger
was supposedly not into "MEN" as it were anymore. Roger came
out and kissed me and said, "Everything will be fine dear, John and
Sara will take care of you." I didn't feel much better and was
pouting, John thought I was cute and kissed me on the forehead
and said, "Be a good kitten and lets have some fun tonight. OK." I
said Ok and kissed him goodbye. With that John came out and
introduced me to his assistant Sara. I was their last appointment
for the day and the other operators were just finishing up on their
clients. I sat down at John's station and he began to play with my
hair. John liked to talk and today was no exception, "Vicki,
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dearest, John has apparently gone gaga over you. I would love to
know your secret, or I guess that's quite apparent, ha. Honey, you
are quite some package, if I knew that this was what it would take
to land Roger... well....but I could never carry it off as well as you
have done." I was beginning to lighten up and laugh along with
John. Just then Sara came in. She was very trendy with a severe
short hairstyle and funky clothes. John introduced me and we
talked. Sara washed my hair and brought me back to John's station
where John finished his evaluation of what style I wanted. I
explained to him that we were going out and I told him about my
dress, he was quite excited about the fact that I was going to dare
to go out dressed so boldly. He asked if I had ever thought to wear
my hair up, I hadn't thought of it and said why not. He went to
work. First he set my hair, saying that he felt that I should have a
perm, but there wasn't time. He set it in tight curls and put me
under the dryer. To save time Sara did my nails while I was under
the dryer. I was wearing long gloves, but John was a perfectionist
and said, "You must be prepared to show off what you got dear!"
Sara used a hot pink polish to match my dress. When finished, She
brought me back to John's station and he took the curlers out.
Time was of the essence, Alex and Karen were picking us up in two
hours. John was moving and talking a mile a minute, he was asking
me about the opera we were seeing and I said, "I don't even know,
everything was going so fast." John finished with my hair and
started on my makeup.
He was a master and found the perfect look for me. When done, I
looked like a princess. My face was aglow in pinks and violets. My
lips were pink and pouty, very kissable. My eyes were "doelike" and
much more mature looking than I had done. I felt as if I had
stepped off the cover of Vogue. My hair was upswept on one side
and had soft bangs in the front. The back was braided and turned
under and pinned in place, most feminine. I looked like a model.
Just then Roger arrived. When he saw me, his jaw practically hit
the ground. " He hugged me and kissed me and said I was a vision.
John yelled at Roger, because he didn't want him to mess up my
makeup. John did a few touchups to the damage Roger had caused
and we were off.
When we got home I ran upstairs to get dressed. I moved pretty
good considering I was still wearing my pumps. I took off my
clothes and put on my black bustier. I filled the cups with my
smaller inserts and did my little exercise to push my cleavage
together. Satisfied that I had succeeded, I hooked the final clasp
and saw that I had achieved 23" without lacing, what a relief. I
snapped the garters to a pair of beautiful black silk stockings that
were seamed and had tiny rhinestone bows at the ankle.
Straightening the seams, not an easy task, I put on a pair of lace
panties that were a little more than a g-string. Satisfied that
everything was in place, I took out my dress. It was beautiful, The
bodice was black velvet and covered only slightly more than my
bustier. The dress had a drop waist and a hot pink tiered skirt in
organza and tulle. with a big pink organza bow at the hip. The
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skirt was short, shorter than tea length and also had an additional
pink petticoat to keep its fullness. The dress had a side zip and
with a little negotiating, I got it closed. I stepped into the petticoat
and pulled it up. Adjusting myself, I turned and looked in the
mirror. It was like a fairytale. I was a beautiful woman. My
shoulders looked most delicate in comparison to any males that I
could imagine. My coiffure was perfect for the overall look, of a
sophisticated lady. The dress fit me like a glove and the cleavage
that I had formed was quite apparent and emphasized by the
bustier dress, which gave me a most feminine contour. The drop
waist was most figure flattering. The skirt was adorable and fulled
out by the petticoat. I stepped into my new black suede pumps.
They fit perfectly, I loved seeing the rhinestone heels and the little
rhinestone bows on the back of my ankles. I went into the bedroom
to see Roger getting dressed in his tuxedo. I was so hot, I wanted
to make love right there, but there was no time. Roger took one
look at me and I knew he was thinking the same thing I was. But
Alex and Karen were to be there any minute. He said, "You are the
most beautiful creature, but I have something that would make you
even more beautiful. He went to the vault behind a picture on the
bedroom wall. He took out a small jewelry case and opened it for
me. Inside were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I pair of
diamond drop earrings and a diamond necklace. I turned around
and Roger put the necklace on me and I fastened the earrings to
my lobes. There must have been 50 carats of diamonds! Roger
kissed my neck and whispered romantic things in my ear. I wanted
him right then, but I knew I would have to wait. What a little
vixen I was turning into. I took out the long black gloves that went
with the dress, after some maneuvering I got them on, I was
thinking, what alot a woman has to go through to be beautiful. I
sprayed on lots of Halston Night and put Marie's tennis bracelet
around my gloved wrist, after all diamonds are a girl's best friend.
As I was doing the final touchups, the doorbell rang. It was Alex
and Karen. Roger got the door and asked them in for a drink. I
made a proper entrance down the stairs and was introduced to our
guests. Alex was a very handsome swarthy type, particularly in his
dark tux. Karen was beautiful. She wore a Midnight blue dress
that was backless and dotted with rhinestones. The dress was short
with large puffy sleeves and had a lace bodice that was cut in a
deep-V to her waist. She wore very high matching pumps with
ankle straps and dark blue stockings. Her hair was auburn and she
wore it in a matching deep blue bow. We said our hello's and they
immediately opened up to me and were quite warm. Karen and I
hit it off wonderfully, she was delightful. after one drink, we were
off. Alex had his BMW, the girls sat in the back and the boys in
the front. we were two furry things in the back seat, me in Marie's
mink and Karen in her beautiful sable. We chatted the whole way
about everything and nothing. I couldn't believe that I could be so
conversant in womanly issues. I've read alot of Cosmo in the last
few days. Karen was very active in local affairs, she was on the
PTA and was a member of the local woman's club. She was Alex's
second wife. Their children were his by his first wife who died of
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cancer. She loves the children as if they were her own. I had
thought she was young to have a high school aged boy and two
younger girls. I found out she was only 28 and had married Alex
when she was 24. She wondered if I had met Rogers children yet, I
had not, she assured me that I would find the twins totally darling
and Sandy difficult. "She is the most beautiful 14 year old young
lady you have ever met. But she is stubborn and strong-minded.
She is having a difficult time with her mother leaving and because
of her looks is also more apt to be hanging around with older kids,
Roger's worried about her." I told Karen about the birthday
present we got her and how I was taking her to the concert. She
thought that was great and could help considerable in Sandys'
acceptance of me, she said, "That's particularly important because
I get the feeling Roger wants you to hang around for a while." We
talked the whole way into the city and practically until we were in
our seats at the opera. I finally snapped out of it when we checked
our coats. Here I was, in a beautiful strapless dress, looking quite
provocative, attending the opera on the arm of a most attractive
man. I loved looking around at all of the other women and what
they were wearing. I found myself to even be kind of competitive
with them. It was a mixed crowd. Some people were dressed rather
casually. I made a comment to Karen about the general attire and
she replied, "I wish things were as they were years ago, this type of
evening used to be where everyone dressed up. It sort takes some of
the fun out of it." I agreed with her. The opera began, it was La
Traviata. I had never seen an opera before. Placedo Domingo was
the lead male and he was wonderful. I found myself looking at men
differently now. I was seeing him as a woman would see him. He
was most sensual in his role. The opera was wonderful. I
thoroughly enjoyed it. We left the MET and went across town to a
restaurant on 2nd Ave. It was a pretty little French bistro. We sat
at a table and enjoyed wine and cheese and a lite dinner. The
conversation was stimulating the company was wonderful. We left
at almost 2am. Roger was serenading me as we walked to the car.
Karen and I laughed as Alex and Roger made fools of themselves. I
fell asleep in the back of the car, huddled up against Roger while he
played with my hair and occasionally kissed my forehead on the way
home. Karen and Alex said goodnight as they dropped us off. We
all kissed and hugged and then Roger said that we should all meet
at the club in the late morning for a game of double. Karen and
Alex seemed game. I was too tired to disagree. We went upstairs,
Roger carrying me across the threshold as it were and dropped me
on the bed. I was tired, but noticing the bulge in Rogers pants, I
was always eager to please. He pulled me to him and unzipped my
dress, which fell to the floor. Dressed fully in my bustier, stockings,
panties and heals, he was a wild man with me. He lifted me to the
edge of the bed took off my panties and lifted me to his awaiting
cock. In a steady, pulsing series of thrusts he entered me, standing
while I was lifted to him off the bed. I wrapped my legs around
him, kicking my heals off to gain a firmer hold. He lifted me
completely off the bed and brought me to him while he turned
himself to sit on the bed. I was sitting on his steely rod facing him,
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sucking his tongue and licking and sucking his nipples, with his
manhood buried deep inside of me. Lustfully kissing him, caressing
him, riding his organ. He lifted me and pushed me down further
onto him using me as a piston for his desire. My silk clad legs
wrapped around him gripping his every pulse. My gloved hands
caressing him as he kissed and licked my neck and breasts. Finally I
felt him tense as he came deep into me. I felt the warmth of him
flowing into my body. It was ecstasy. We collapsed, exhausted and
satiated, our sexual desires fulfilled... for the moment. He slowly
shrank inside of me and my body relaxed releasing him. Too
exhausted to get up, we slept as we were. I fell in love that night.
The next morning I got up first. I took a shower and fixed my hair
and makeup. Marie had bought me a flesh colored cincher that had
a little more give to it. I got out a padded bra, noticing that my
chest had developed enough that I didn't require anything else to
be just about a B-cup. I put it on and threw on an exercise outfit
Marie had packed. It was a yellow french leotard with a black
exercise panty and black tank top. I wore my black tights and
aerobic shoes. I went down stairs and turned on the workout show
on the television in the family room. After a brisk, 20 minute
workout. I put on some coffee and made a lite breakfast for Roger
and myself. He came down in his robe and gave me a hug and a
kiss. I gave him some coffee and handed him his morning paper. He
made a wisecrack about what a good wife I would be, for which I
retaliated by showing him. I climbed beneath the table came up
under the newspaper and gave him what he later called the best
blowjob he ever had. "Maybe that would prove what kind of wife I
would be," I thought brazenly to myself. Roger smiled and went
upstairs to get changed. He threw on his running gear and we went
out for a quick run. I couldn't keep up with him and mocked him
out for being so macho as he tried to egg me on. We walked back to
the house and got freshened up to play tennis. Marie had bought
me the cutest tennis dress. It was a short white dress, with wide
straps over the shoulders that crossed and buttoned in the back. It
had a curt pleated skirt with pink ribbon trim at the hem. I wore
my cincher with the small inserts and the ru- ed tennis panties that
came with the outfit. I tied my hair up in an eyelet ribbon that
Marie had packed along with the dress and put on my tennies and
a pair of pink trimmed ladies tennis socks. I looked darling in the
outfit, hopefully my tennis would suffice. Thank god Karen wasn't
much better than I was. We played doubles for a while and then let
the men play a set of singles. Karen and I went to the clubhouse
and sat down in the players lounge. She was quiet all morning and
didn't seem to want to talk as she had the night before. Finally she
turned to me and said, "Vicki, I know who you are. Or at least
what you are, and you are not the beautiful girl that you would
have everyone believe you are, come straight with me." OH MY
GOD! She knows, what was I to do, I felt like running, where would
I go. She saw me panic and sat next to me to console me. She knew
who I was and still was being nice to me. "Vicki, don't be afraid,
I'm not going to tell on you or anything. I was just, well, surprised
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when I figured out the kind of girl you are. A while ago, Roger was
going through a period where he was seeing men. He tried to keep
it from Alex and me, but he wasn't as discrete then as he is now. I
think he was more confused than truly desirous of other guys. With
you though he seems happy. He has not been happy for a couple of
years. I want him to be happy and not getting hurt again. Do you
understand." I did understand and was very confused. I didn't
want to hurt Roger, but if Karen could read me, others could as
well. I told her the whole story, from the beginning. The guys were
playing a few more games, so we had time. Karen just sat there
listening, I had no idea what she was thinking. When I was finished
she sat for a second and then said, "Vicki, I honestly believe that
you care about Roger and would never consciously hurt him in any
way. But I believe that you need a little more time to fully develop
as a woman, both physically and mentally before you can accept a
role as close as you seem to be moving with Roger. He is vulnerable
right now and is susceptible to any form of affection. I will help you
make this transition, but you need to slow down and guarantee me
that you will do everything in your power to protect him from any
harm." I looked at her and was crying. I agreed and she hugged
me. I don't know how she really felt about me, I guess I still needed
to earn her respect, but I wanted it badly and realized that she
cared and wanted for Roger to get over the marriage problems that
he had been having and to lead a normal life. She took out a tissue
and dried my tears. I went into the ladies room and fixed my
makeup, my crying had caused my mascara to run, I looked like
Tammy Fae. After I was reorganized we went back out to the
courts and met the boys. I felt uncomfortable but knew that I
would have to put on a proper front. The guys went in to get
freshened up and we grabbed some lunch at the club. We said our
goodbyes there and I reconfirmed my promise to Karen.
When we returned home, Roger sensed something was wrong, I was
hesitant at first to tell him and said I had alot to think about. We
had no other plans for the day, so I went upstairs and changed into
a pair of jeans and a sweater. I thought about what Karen had said
to me and realized that she had not told me to hold back from
telling Roger about what we discussed. I came back downstairs,
Roger wanted to play, I was not in the mood. I sat down on the
couch with him and told him of my conversation with Karen. He
was upset, he had no idea that I would be read, he didn't even
think of it. (Which was foolish on both of our parts.) And agreed
with what Karen had said. We agreed that we would only date
until I was more comfortable with my new role and then would
decide if it should go any further. We sat in each others arms for
what must have been hours. I got up and fixed a lite dinner of
salad, soup and some cheese and fruit and we went to bed early. We
didn't make love that night and just fell asleep in each others arms.
We got up early the next morning. Rogers mother was bringing the
girls over and He had to get into a meeting early. I got up before
5:30 and got into the shower. I noticed how my nipples had grown
in the past few days and how swollen my breasts were. I decided
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not to wear the breast forms today. I put on my cincher and
fastened the hooks at the tightest point. Pushing everything into
place, I found my form becoming much more feminine, my hips
were fuller and my breasts were enlarged with areolae the size of
silver dollars and my nipples were erect and blossoming like
rosebuds on my chest. I was going into the city to meet Marie at
the office before I was to visit the doctor today and was to dress
appropriately. I put on a pair of suntan pantyhose, sheer to the
waist, and my ivory cami and tap pants. I didn't even wear a bra.
The cami was too snug for me to wear with my padding, without it
fit perfectly. I had a very feminine shape, almost a B-cup without
any help. I was very happy with my progress. I sat down at the
dressing table and took the towel off my head. After about half an
hour of blow drying my hair and using a curling iron, I was pleased
with the look. Quite business like. I took a large black bow-clip
and gathered the back into the clip. I loved the feeling of the bow
in my hair. I did my makeup. The requisite foundation, today
softer than I had been wearing, I used alot of powder. A blusher
and a little coverup for under my eyes. I used a lighter pink to gold
shadow and my usual amount of mascara, liner and a final clear
mascara coat. I did my lips in a more subdued red, bordering on a
burgundy and since I had some time, I did my nails in a matching
color. Today I was going to wear my grey suit. Marie had packed
for me a beautiful cream silk blouse with faux pearl buttons down
the back and a high collar. The sleeves were gathered high on the
wrists and the blouse had three button cuffs, also in faux pearls.
The suit had a tailored jacket with a moderate peplum to the single
breasted jacket. The skirt was business length, tapered, with a slit
up the back. I put on the blouse and had to have Roger help me
with the buttons. I decided to wear a half slip and put it on. The
skirt was snug, but the slit allowed for movement. With the skirt, I
wore a 2" wide grey reptile print belt and a pair of matching
Charles Jordan cut away pumps with a 3 1/2" heal. Faux pearl
drop earring jackets with my real pearl studs, and my 20" pearl
necklace. I wore a small bracelet an a gold Cartier watch. I felt I
was set for the day. It was almost 7:15 and we had to catch the
7:45 train, I went outside to wait for Roger at the car not wanting
to be there when the girls arrived.
I saw Rogers mothers car drive up and the girls get out. The twins
were adorable, they were so cute in their matching school dresses.
Sandy got out and I saw what Karen meant. She was wearing a
grey stone washed denim skirt and a pair of matching pumps. She
wore a black sweater with leather patches and tassels. Her hair was
long and blonde, almost to her waist. She was obviously quite well
developed for her age and the tight sweater definitely showed her
attributes. I heard them go inside and talk to Roger. From the
sound of his voice, he was obviously happy to see them. There was
a pause in the conversation and all of a sudden I heard Roger come
out to me and say, "Vicki, I want you to meet my mother and my
daughters." I didn't know what to say. I thought Roger wanted to
hold off and slow things down. I hesitantly went into the kitchen
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and met the girls and Rogers mother, "Ladies, this is Victoria
Escovar a business associate of mine, who is also a friend, we are
riding into the city today together and I wanted to introduce you."
Both Mrs. Colter and the twins were most gracious, Sandy was a
little stand-offish but was not rude. I introduced myself and
reminded Roger that we had a train to catch. I could see if I was
going to have any chance of having a relationship with Roger and
his family, I had a lot of work to do. We took the train into the
city, it was an uneventful ride. Roger hailed a cab at Grand central
and dropped me off at Marie's office. I had forgotten that this was
also MY office, or at least John's office. Roger told me to relax and
not to worry, he said I looked great, no one would know. He kissed
me goodbye and said he would call me later. I said goodbye and
entered the lobby of the building. I went over to the phone in the
lobby and saw people I knew at the newsstand. I began to get
nervous as I called Marie. She was not very understanding and said
I should come up to the reception desk to meet her. I hesitantly got
on the elevator and saw Larry one of the traffic managers for the
agency standing there with a couple of other people. I got on the
elevator and thought that Larry was undressing me with his eyes.
He had a reputation for being a leach, but until you've experienced
it as a woman, you do not know what the word means.I went into
the reception area and saw Lisa, the receptionist. She was, as
unusual, a knockout, dressed in a cute short black sheath dress, but
a real bubble head. She asked who I was going to see, and I told
her Marie. She asked me to take a seat while she paged her. I sat
down and crossed my legs. It took some time for Marie to come out
for me. I must of been looked over by half the men in the agency. I
hoped it was because of my looks, not because they were trying to
figure out where they had met me before. Marie finally came out
and was quite pleased with my appearance, "You look wonderful
Victoria, I have to show you around the agency."
I thought Marie was doing this to unnerve me. I was not going to
let her. I reluctantly took my purse and followed Marie around
while she introduced me to everyone I already knew. She made a
point of saying that I was interviewing for the Junior A.E. position
next week at the new creative group. I seemed to pass the test until
I got to the studio. I had worked there for over a year and Marie
took her time to show me around. I just wanted to get out of there.
Finally she introduced me to Kim, the girl I had worked next to for
so long. Kim was always kind of aloof with me, I thought she was a
Lesbian, although she was always well dressed and very pretty, not
the butch type, she was not very close to any men that I knew of.
Kim was most glad to meet me and was very conversant, I think
she said more words to me today than she had ever said before.
Marie left me in the studio while she took a call. Kim kept talking
to me and started questioning me if she had known me before, I
assured her that she hadn't and was getting a bit nervous until
Marie came back and rescued me. Noticing Kim's attraction to me,
Marie said, "You two girls seem to get along, why don't you grab
lunch together this week. I'm sure Vicki would love to have a friend
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in town and you two i'm sure have alot in common." How could she
do this, Marie was putting me in particularly difficult situations on
purpose. What was this, some kind of test? I said a halfhearted
goodbye to Kim and Marie and I left to go to the doctors. I had a
ten o'clock appointment and was a little late. The nurse brought
me into the examining room and asked me to remove my clothes
and put on a dressing gown while I waited for the Doctor. I had no
idea what Marie had planned for me now. I was uncomfortable in
the cold room and did not have much solace exposing myself in this
feminized state to another person. Dr. Tullis came in, she was very
clinical and did not have the greatest bedside manner. She put me
up into stirrups and poked and prodded all around my groin. She
examined my breasts and felt all over my neck and back. She then
had the nurse prepare several injections, most of which were given
in my backside. Upon finishing her examination, she asked me to
get dressed and join her and Marie in her office. I knocked on the
office door and entered the office. Marie and Dr. Tullis had been
talking for some time. Dr. Tullis got right to the point. "Victoria,
you are an excellent candidate for reassignment. We are going to
start the procedures in the next few months. You will be on
increased dosages of hormones until you are prepared for
reassignment surgery.
I expect that this is what you want?" I was shocked that they were
talking surgery. I thought about what I had promised to Marie,
what I promised Karen, the fact that I was falling in love with
Roger. My present physical appearance, and what would happen to
me if I said no. I looked at Marie and then at Dr. Tullis and said,
YES. Marie came over and hugged me and said, "Vicki, honey, you
will never regret this decision." I wasn't sure about surgery, but,
considering everything that had happened, I was prepared to
become a woman in every way.
I left the doctors office, a little apprehensive about my future.
Marie had to go back to the office, she left me with her credit card
and said that I needed to go shopping for some more clothes for
work, she said that I better get the right clothes and be acceptable
for my new job. I took a cab uptown to Bloomingdales and spent
the rest of the afternoon spending a fortune on all sorts of outfits. I
bought a white linen suit with a short slim skirt and a very fitted
button front jacket that had a stand up collar. It was quite elegant.
I bought a beautiful black silk oriental dress, with gold trim and a
slit skirt. The dress fit me like a glove showed off all of my
attributes. I bought several more business suits, a blue pinstripe, a
red Halston with a severe silhouette and a pronounced peplum, a
pretty royal blue jacket with a matching blue sheath dress, a
herringbone suit with a shorter jacket. I also bought several
dresses, a jade green silk dress with a full pleated skirt and a drop
waist, a pink floral dress, with long sleeves and tapered skirt, a tan
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shirtwaist, a beautiful two piece white on white with a short skirt
and a peplum top. I went wild in the sweater department and
bought several of the prettiest sweaters I had ever seen and a white
angora sweater dress the I would definitely be Rogers "kitten" in
huddled next to him one night by a roaring fire. I bought several
bras, panties, camisoles, garter belts, two new corsets, a sexy merry
widow, several pairs of stockings, two baby dolls, a black teddy and
a beautiful long black lace nightgown. I bought a kicky black
sequin backless mini dress and a pink satin bustier dress with a
wide peplum and a short tight skirt. I bought several pairs of
pumps in assorted heights and colors, particularly a pair of pink
satin pumps with 5" heals and a matching clutch to match my new
dress. I bought a beautiful pair of white high healed boots and a
pair of black riding type boots. I picked up a couple of pairs of
jeans and a pair of black stirrup stretch pants. I even bought a
black leather coat with a embossed print and a long wool pant coat
in a pretty fawn color. I spent several hours in the jewelry
department and bought seven pairs of earrings, two bracelets and a
set of black onyx beads. By the time I was done, I was exhausted
from all of the time back and forth from the fitting rooms and I had
spent almost $8,000. Marie said to get what I needed, I was praying
that she would not be too mad. I had the things sent over to the
apartment and stopped over at the office to meet Marie for dinner.
She ended up having a business appointment and said that I should
just go home and wait for her. At about 9:00 she called and said to
get dressed, very sexy, I was to meet her at Obsessions at 11:00, I
asked if she had seen Roger, she said no and hung up. I was
confused, what was going on, not protesting, I went upstairs and
took a shower. I got out and tied my hair up in a towel. I went a
little wild on my makeup particularly my libertine use of violet eye
shadow and sexy red pouty lips, I was really going to town and
after about 20 minutes with a blow dryer, a quart of hairspray and
a lot of brushing, my hair was a wild mane of red. I put on my
black corset and pulled it tight, I put on my black lace stockings
and straightened the seams then attached them to the garters on
the corset. I pulled on my black g-string panties that only have the
bow on top of the crack of my ass. I put on my skin tight red
leather bustier dress and zipped it up. It fit me like a second skin.
The skirt was short, almost to my stocking tops. I wore a short
black satin bolero jacket and my highest black patent pumps,
almost 5 1/2 inches. I put on huge gold hoops and a gold cuff, lots
of Opium perfume and I was off. I arrived at the club about 5
minutes late, Marie was waiting at the bar impatiently. "Where
were you?" she said peevishly, as she looked at her watch. "I had to
get finished getting dressed, you wanted me to look my sexiest." I
replied, "You should of hurried, but you look exactly the way I
wanted you to, so its OK this time. I wanted you to come down
here because I need you to take care of one of my out of town
clients, I didn't know what to do when he showed up with his
Italian associate. That one is crazy and doesn't want to stop
partying. I wanted to talk to my client, but the Italian guy,
Antonio, wont leave me alone. I want you to take care of him. I
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need to keep him happy in order for my client to be happy and I
also need to keep him out of the way. Take care of him and just get
him back to the hotel by morning so that he can catch his plane.
And remember I want him happy!" I felt very cheep, Marie was
using me and I didn't like it. She looked at me and said, "I spoke
to Roger today, he likes you alot, but I need you to do this for me
and I promise I wont ask you often, OK?" I reluctantly agreed.
Marie snickered and said, "Besides, you never really know if you are
in love with a man until you have a few more men inside of you to
get a REAL comparison!" With that she introduced me to her
client Bill, an older man about in his mid 50's and Antonio, a
VERY Italian black haired, mustached man in his mid 40's, wearing
too much cologne and about 4 gold chains hanging down onto his
very hairy chest. Considering how I was dressed, his cock almost
ripped through his tight pants as he took my hand to kiss me hello.
Marie started right in talking to Bill leaving Antonio to me, he had
very broken English and started playing grab ass as soon as I sat
down with him. I figured we would be safer out on the dance floor
so I led him out to the middle of the floor where I thought it would
be safest. I was right until a slow dance came on and I found myself
plastered to him again with his hands grabbing my leather encased
ass and grinding his obviously huge cock into me. I figured that if I
was going to live up to my deal with Marie, I had better play along
with him. We danced for about two hours, Marie and Bill had
already left, Antonio, the chauvinist that he was, took my hand
and said we were going back to his hotel. I was very uncomfortable
about this . I didn't think he had any idea of what kind of girl I
was, I was hoping that he was so drunk, that by the time we got
back to the hotel, he would pass out. We arrived at the Helmsley
Plaza and he took me up to his suite. He ended up not being that
drunk after all and I got nervous. He didn't waist any time, as soon
as we got into the suite he grabbed me and started kissing me
deeply, I felt so vulnerable with him. The animal in him both
disgusted me and slightly turned me on. I was still scared to death
of him finding out, but there was nothing I could do. He forced me
to my knees and unzipped his fly and pulled out the largest cock I
had ever seen, It must have been all of 10" and very thick. He
looked down at me and said "Suck it bitch", I slowly took the huge
member in my mouth. I withdrew for a second to catch my breath
and noticed my lipstick mark surrounding the massive member. He
pulled my head back and stuck his rod in my mouth again, shoving
it deep in my throat. I did all I could do to keep from choking on
it. Slowly my throat relaxed and I was able to take more of him. I
had my hand wrapped completely around its base and I still had 6"
in my throat. He grabbed my head and began fucking my face,
pushing my hand away so that he could get more inside of me. I
gagged and gagged as the cock was forced all the way down my
throat. Finally he pulled out and let me catch my breath, starting
up again as soon as he thought I was ready. Finally he let loose a
torrent of cum into my mouth, pulling out to spray my face and
titties with his gooey fluid. Laughing as he left me on the floor
catching my breath. I felt totally violated, but I had not felt
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anything yet. He picked me up off the floor and brought me into
the bedroom. He reached behind me and pulled down the zipper on
my dress. letting it slide to the floor. I stepped out of the dress and
sat on the bed. He started kissing me again and played with my
small pert breasts, he even licked his own cum off my face and
chest. I couldn't believe it. He asked if I liked the taste of cum. He
had been with both men and women and had learned to like it
himself. I was shocked at what I was hearing, As his hands probed
my body, he figured out that I wasn't the GIRL he thought I was,
although that didn't stop him, as a matter of fact, it seamed to get
him even more turned on! He reached into his suitcase and took
out several items. I went pale when I saw them. First he bound my
hands behind me with leather wrist restraints. I was going to
scream until he put a ball gag in my mouth. He put a wide black
leather belt tightly around my waist and a leather collar around my
neck. He then undid my wrists and ended up putting another wrist
restraint on my other wrist and bound my wrists to my ankles. He
then spent about 20 minutes elaborately tying me, with ropes, into
a series of screw eyes that he had put in the doorway to the
bedroom. When he was done, I was suspended in the doorway,
hung from the ceiling and the sides of the doorway by the ropes
that were fed through the brass loops on the harnesses that bound
me. My legs were spread wide and my ass was raised high in the
air. My head was held up by a rope through the collar. My ankles
were tied wide apart to the base of the doorway and I was perched
on my heals that were actually locked to the floor by an elaborate
device. I could not move. I was so scared I thought I was going to
faint. He cut my panties off and stood behind me rubbing his hard
cock on my little rosebud. Finally he plunged into me and I let out
a yelp, straining against the ropes as he jammed his massive rod
into my backside. He began to pump and push almost all 10" into
my body, it hurt like hell, I thought he was going to rip me apart.
Finally after what seemed like an hour, I loosened up and he came,
finally, into my bottom. He caught some of the cum that came out
after he pulled out of me and rubbed it on my face and tweaked my
sore nipples. I was hanging there crying as he rested, waiting to
defile me again. He fucked me several more times before dawn. At
one point he pulled a chair in front of me, sat down, removed the
gag and lowered my head to receive his cock. He grabbed my hair
and forced himself into me. He came one more time and I must of
passed out, because when I woke up, I was lying on the bed, with
none of the restraints on. He was gone, and I thought that my
whole body was covered with his dried cum. My ass was incredibly
sore and cum was dripping from it as well as my mouth. It was
even caked in my hair. My nipples were sore and red from being
sucked and bitten and my little cock was even sore, he must have
sucked me off after I passed out. He left $200 in the bra of my
corset, like I was some cheep whore. It was after 11:00 am and he
must of left to catch his plane. I started crying uncontrollably and
ran into the shower to wash off the mess. I slumped down in the
shower and sobbed for almost an hour. I had been raped, it was a
horrible experience. I was furious with Marie that she would ever
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put me in this position. I hated her for doing this to me. I couldn't
call her, but I couldn't leave, I couldn't find my dress, he must have
taken it. My stockings were torn and my panties were ripped. I was
about to have a nervous breakdown, finally I picked up the phone
and dialed. The phone was answered, I called Roger's private line, I
was bawling uncontrollably when he answered. I was incoherent
until he got me to calm down. When I finally told him what had
happened and where I was, he rushed right over. He got to the door
and I was both hysterical and embarrassed, he held me, and at first
I pushed him away. I had been violated! I didn't want him to be so
close. Finally I relaxed slightly and he gently held me and stroked
my hair, whispering that he would protect me and that I would be
alright, I was his Kitten and no one would hurt me anymore. I
began to feel better. When he felt I would be OK, he went down to
the ladies shop in the Hotel and bought me a gorgeous cream lace
dress with a Victorian lace bodice, a drop waist and a full skirt, a
ivory corselette, a beautiful pair of ivory lace panties, a pair of
cream lace stockings and a pair of pretty, strappy, winter white
high healed sandals. He also brought me some assorted cosmetics
and hair care accessories. When he came back I fixed my makeup
the best I could, fixed my hair and tied it back in a cream colored
ribbon that matched the dress, I put on the outfit and it fit as if I
had tried it on. I buckled the dainty straps of the sandals around
my ankles. I felt pretty and safe again. Roger was my protector and
I loved him. He took me out of the Hotel and brought me over to
the company apartment on Park Ave. No one was scheduled to be
there all week and I could stay there until he could work something
else out. I called Bloomies and asked to have my things delivered to
the Apartment instead of Marie's. Roger called her and explained
what had happened. She was very sorry and apologetic, but Roger
explained that she should stay away for a couple of days until I had
calmed down. She said that she understood and said she would call
by the end of the week. Roger had to go back to the office that
afternoon. I said that it was alright, even though I knew I would be
a basket case. Roger had done too much already, I didn't want to
take anymore time on account of me. I kissed him goodbye, he said
he would stop by later. When he left, I sat on the bed and cried.
About 4:00 the packages arrived and I changed into jeans and a
oversized sweatshirt I had bought. I sat around and watched
television until Roger showed up. I was so glad to see him and he
seemed most happy, "Vicki honey, I think you need something to
concentrate on to get your mind off of this. There has been an
opening in our internal account management group and I want you
to take the job. If you want it, its yours. You need a little more
room from Marie and I want you to have something to do sooner
rather than later. I thought about it for a second and agreed. I
would start training tomorrow. I didn't want Roger to leave, but I
knew he would have to. Before he left, he turned to me and said,
"Darling, I want to be with you all the time. Give me a couple of
weeks to work things out and then you can come live with us, i'm
sure I can work it out with the girls, the Twins will love you and
I'm sure we can convince Sandy to accept you. Then we could be
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married!" I jumped up and kissed him, thats all I wanted to hear.
It was still early when Roger left and I didn't want to be alone. I
picked up the phone and called the one person who I knew would
understand how I felt. Lori, the beautiful young "NIECE" of the
salon operator that Marie had taken me to. Lori was once a boy as
well and was now a beautiful young college co-ed. Lori was most
sympathetic and said that she would be right over to spend the
night with me. I felt much better and 20 minutes later there was a
call from the doorman that Lori had arrived. I met her at the
elevator. Lori was more beautiful than ever. She wore a green
pucker-knit mini dress and black patent pumps. She wore her hair
up and her features were more beautiful than I had remembered
them. She was not wearing a bra and her large, firm breasts were
straining against the stretch material of the dress, her nipples quite
apparent through the fabric. We hugged and kissed each other in
the hall and Lori turned to me and said, "Don't worry Vicki dear,
everything is going to be OK. I'm here and will stay with you until
you are feeling better." We went into the apartment and Lori put
away her overnight bag. I fixed her a drink and began to recount
the horrible story of last night. Lori became very disturbed with
Marie for putting me in that position and did not seem too happy
with Roger for leaving me alone for the night as well. I asked her
not to be too mad with Roger, he had to get back to the children,
their governess was ill and could not take care of them. Lori
understood and apologized for being so angry with him. Besides he
had gotten me the apartment and did come to my rescue.
Lori suggested that I take a long hot bath and she would do my
hair for my first day of work tomorrow. She said I should wear a
french braid with a large velvet bow. I said that would be a
wonderful idea. She fixed me a bubble bath and got me undressed.
She noticed that my breasts were coming along nicely. Almost a full
B-cup, she asked if my mother had large breasts and I said, "Huge...
almost legendary," as I remembered the services my mother used to
provide to the many men who visited her. Lori said good, you will
fill out quite nicely. I didn't realize that my genetic makeup would
dictate the development of my breasts, I don't think I could handle
it if they were as large as my mothers. Lori went inside to get ready
for bed as I took the wonderful bath that she prepared for me.
As I was lying in the tub, Lori entered the bathroom. She stood
there stark naked. Her body was unbelievable. Her breasts were
large round globes with perfectly formed nipples protruding from
them. Her waist was thin and perfectly proportioned against her
wide, feminine hips. She still had quite a substantial cock
protruding from her crotch, although her balls were being
chemically reduced through the hormone treatments. Her hair was
pinned up exposing her perfectly proportioned neck. She was one
beautiful woman. She knelt by the tub and started to bathe me
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with a soft cloth. I moaned as she touched my stiffening nipple and
relished her touch. The tub was very large and I asked her to join
me. In no time she was next to me and we were touching and
kissing each other. I loved feeling her next to me and her touch was
overwhelming. After about 20 minutes of foreplay in the tub, we
couldn't take it any more. We got out, quickly dried ourselves off
and jumped into bed to continue our lovemaking. I started sucking
on her nipples and she on mine. We were two women in heat,
lusting for each other. We finally positioned ourselves in a "69" and
started sucking each others cocks. After the horrible experience of
the other night, I thought I would have a problem with intimacy,
but this was something else entirely. I loved the feelings that she
gave to me. After a considerable amount of time sucking each
other, we came and fell exhausted on the bed. I awoke huddled up
against Lori, her arms around me and my back to her. She was
kissing my earlobe and playing with my nipples. While I was
asleep, she had lubricated her cock and was slowly touching it
against my little rosebud. She wrapped her arms firmly around me,
kissing my exposed neck and started to push her cock inside of me.
I was a little sore at first, but I quickly opened up to accept her.
She felt so good inside of me. After making love to me for about 20
minutes, we switched and I entered her. She felt wonderful as she
pulled me deep inside of her. I finally came into her backside and
collapsed beside her. It was getting late and I had a big day coming
up. My hair was still a little wet, she finished drying it and showed
me how to do a french braid. I braided hers as well. We looked like
sisters, it was such fun. I wore my jade green teddy to bed she wore
a black lace one and we fell asleep in each others arms.
I awoke the next morning early, Lori was already up and was
wearing a cute workout unitard. I still couldn't believe how perfect
her body was. We sat and had some coffee for a few minutes then I
started to get ready for work. Lori didn't have to be in for classes
until noon so she could help me. I took a quick shower and shaved
any errant hairs, A light dusting of powder and I put on my paisley
silk robe. Lori helped me with my makeup. She gave me an
appropriate business look, coppery eye shadow, a dark pink blush
and a rust shaded lipstick. Lori even did my nails in a matching
color. I looked great, quite the businesswoman when she was done.
I was going to wear my new brick red suede suit today and the suit
was cut to be worn with or without a blouse. I wanted to wear it
without, so I needed the appropriate under garment. I had a
beautiful copper satin cami and tap set with deep rust lace trim
that would be perfect.
I first put on my waist cincher and Lori adjusted the ties and helped
me down to a 23" waist. after catching my breath I attached the
garters of the cincher to beautiful new dark tan stockings that I had
bought. They were extreamly sheer and made my legs look oh so
sexy. I pulled on the tap pants, they were cut high on the leg and
were very pretty. I pulled on the camisole and found it to fit a little
snug. I still needed to lose a couple of pounds to be a size 5. The
camisole covered my breasts and extenuated their contours. I was
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taking on quite a feminine form. My nipples showed clearly through
the filmy fabric. I put on the skirt, it was fully lined so I decided
not to wear a slip. It fit wonderfully. It was a straight cut and came
just above the knee with a slit in the back. The jacket was a short
cut and was double breasted without lapels. It was very femininely
tailored and had squared, padded shoulders. The jacket closed with
two gold buttons and the final look was quite businesslike, but sexy
as well, with a bit of my cami showing as I moved. I stepped into
the matching pumps that I had bought for the outfit. They were 4"
cutaways with ankle straps in the same rust suede. I wore my large
gold knot earrings, a beautiful new 18" gold chain necklace that
Roger gave me with a matching bracelet and my gold watch. Lori
fastened a black velvet bow onto my french braid. I felt and looked
gorgeous! It was cold out today, so I decided to wear Marie's fox
coat that she loaned me, after all I wasn't THAT mad at her that I
wouldn't wear her clothes. I had purchased a Feragamo suede purse
that was a close match for my outfit. I gave myself a generous
spray of Halston and I was off for the office.
I arrived at Devon just after 8:30 after a cab ride downtown to the
office just off 7th and 37th. in the middle of the Fashion district. I
went up to the offices and waited for Roger. He kissed me hello and
whispered in my ear, "You look so good, I want to make love to you
right now," I giggled and whispered back, "Roger, we must keep up
our business appearances you know." We both laughed and he
escorted me back to the account group. When I got back there,
there was already an office set up for me with my name out front
"Ms. Victoria Escovar." I got to meet my co workers and was
assigned to a Senior Account Rep. named David Schwartz. David
was a nice man, but was not exactly what you would call a dynamic
personality. He was from the "old school" of the garment district.
And everything was done a certain way, the way it had always been
done. I could see a potential for problems here. I was assigned a
secretary named Julie Meyers, she was fresh out of secretarial
school and seemed more nervous than I was. She was very cute and
quite personable. I was introduced to my new boss Al Grogan. Al
certainly had an eye for the ladies and his eyes were all over me. I
think he didn't like the idea of having me hired without his review,
but after he got a look at me, I don't think it really mattered
anymore. I began to realize as the morning went on that my
appearance was both a benefit and a burden. I was given a lot of
benefit of the doubt, in terms of my credentials and background for
the job, because of my relationship with Roger and my looks. But I
thought I may have a problem being taken seriously. I found that
being a woman in a man's world, and I didn't realize how much the
apparel industry was a man's world, was not so easy. I might just
be becoming a feminist. At 11:00 we had a group meeting for all of
the A.E.'s. I was introduced as the new associate and met my
co-workers. There was Jill Stewart, she was very much like Marie,
tough, smart and beautiful. John Grossman, he was sort of the
lecherous type. He reminded me of Dan on Night Court. Joyce
Snyder, Joyce was a very large, very boisterous woman. She was
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very nice to me and I liked her. David, my new associate and
Jonathan Jordan. Jonathan was another story altogether. For the
first time, I looked at a man as a lustful woman would. Not that I
didn't love Roger, but Jonathan was gorgeous. He looked like Mel
Gibson, WOW! When I was introduced to him, he kissed my hand.
I got weak in the knees. Jill gave me a bit of a scowl, I think that
they have something going. I would have to watch myself around
Jill and Jonathan. I was assigned two new retail chains that we
were distributing to. Most of my work was done on the phone and
David showed me the ropes. I picked up quick and really began to
get the hang of it. Most of what I was doing so far was following up
on David's orders and making sure that inventory was correct. It
wasn't hard, but took a little getting used to the system. By the
end of the day I was tired, but happy. I really liked this job and I
think I was pretty good at it as well. Roger came back and checked
on me at the end of the day. I thanked him profusely for the
opportunity and promised him I wouldn't let him down. He had to
be back home again that evening, but promised me that I could
come stay with him again for the weekend, while the children
stayed with his mother. We stopped for a quick drink at his club
before he had to catch the train home and he got me a cab home
for the night. I kissed him goodbye and didn't want to let him go,
but I had to. Never in my life could I have thought that I could
have the feelings that I was having. For Roger, and I loved him so,
for Jonathan, which was purely a sexual attraction, and for Lori, in
a caring relationship, woman to woman. So many things were
happening to me and I knew so many more would continue to take
place that I could never imagine. (To be continued)
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