Archive-name: Changes/wrkgirl1.txt Archive-author: Kathy Harrison Archive-title: Working Girl - 1 The New Job 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 to keep our dates waiting." I froze. What next? (To be continued) -- Archive-name: Changes/wrkgirl2.txt Archive-author: Kathy Harrison Archive-title: Working Girl - 2 In the prior episode, a miserable graphic artist, John, was told by his boss, Marie, that he was not performing at a level sufficient to retain his job. John, having no luck in trying to find another job, broke down sobbing in front of Marie at his review. Seeing that John had no success in his masculine role, Marie saw as a challenge, to take John in and retrain him to become a successful advertising Account Executive, a FEMALE Account Executive. And so continues the story of the new "WORKING GIRL". **************************************************************** 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 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 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 truffles. 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 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 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 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 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 ruffled 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 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. (To be continued) -- Archive-name: Changes/wrkgirl3.txt Archive-author: Kathy Harrison Archive-title: Working Girl - 3 In our previous episodes, John, a low level employee at an ad agency had been given a horrible review by his boss, Marie. Knowing full well that he had no other opportunities, John broke down and asked for Marie to give him an other chance. Marie offered to do more than that, she offered to make him a successful Account Executive with one of their new start up divisions. One hitch, he was to become a FEMALE account executive! John has been transformed into Victoria Escovar, a beautiful Hispanic young woman, who, as Marie's cousin, is being trained to fulfill Marie's offer to John. In Vicki's first public encounter with men, she meets Don and Roger, executives with Marie's largest account. Don has developed a relationship with Marie, while Marie has set up Roger with Vicki. Vicki is Rogers type of "GIRL", knowing of her recent transformation. Vicki ends up going home with Roger and takes the final plunge into womanhood. The previous episode ends with Vicki waiting for Roger, dressed in a sexy red teddy, under the covers of Roger's king sized brass bed. ***************************************************************** 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 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 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. 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 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, 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 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 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, 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 ruffled 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 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 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 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 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. (To be continued) -- Archive-name: Changes/wrkgirl4.txt Archive-author: Kathy Harrison Archive-title: Working Girl - 4 In our previous episodes, John had been transformed into Vicki by his boss Marie. Marie feels that not only can she gain some personal gratification from dominating and transforming this pitiful male, but by making him/her successful, she could financially benefit from Vicki's success. In the last episode, Vicki falls for Roger, a successful, divorced, business executive with Marie's largest client. Vicki has decided to accept her new role and go through with Marie's plans. And now the continuing story of the Working Girl. ********************************************************** 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 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 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 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 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 married!" I jumped up and kissed him, thats all I wanted to hear. (To be continued) -- Archive-name: Changes/wrkgirl5.txt Archive-author: Kathy Harrison Archive-title: Working Girl - 5 This is the continuing story of Vicki and her transformation from being a miserable man, working as a paste up artist for Marie, a tough and beautiful boss, to being a beautiful young woman. In our last episode, Vicki went through a harrowing experience in which she was raped. Roger, her boyfriend, came to her aid and has started to help her through that difficult experience. And now the continuing story of The Working Girl.......... ************************************************************ 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 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 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 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) --