From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Job
Date: 6 Jun 1996 23:49:15 GMT

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an162461@anon.penet.fi (Nostrumo)
Date: Sat, 28 Jan 1995 17:47:23 UTC
Subject: TG: Job Hunting

			     Job Hunting

	It was a really tough job market out there - I had recently
graduated college, and going on as many interviews as I could
schedule, without success. My girlfriend hadn't had nearly as much
trouble, and had landed a well-paying job at an advertising firm. And
since we were living together at least I had a roof over my head. I
had paid my way through school with a combination of scholarships,
loans and part-time jobs, but I just couldn't find anything now. It
was already well into August, and the only contribution I was making
toward our expenses was the little I made at three part-time jobs.

	"Dammit, Jennie," I said to her one evening, "today had to be
the most frustrating day of all. I had three interviews, but they were
all the same `Sorry, but we don't think so. We'll keep your resume on
file if something should turn up later.' Right, like they didn't trash
them as soon as I left."

	"Don't worry, hon," she said, "I'm sure something will turn up
soon."

	"I don't know," I said, I think I'm a victim of discrimination
or something."

	"What makes you say that?" she asked, "you're not a member of
a minority group - I think you're over-reacting."

	"I don't think so, from something I overheard today. I had
just walked out of the last interview and I heard one guy I was
talking to say to the other, `Too bad - but I didn't expect it from
his name.' I think if I had been a woman, I would have gotten the job.
They were ready to interview a girl named Robin, not a guy."

	"I still think you're over-reacting; you probably
misunderstood what he said."

	Well, it was three weeks after that night, and still no job.
But now I finally had some evidence to support my suspicion. I had
just come back from a long interview, and I had really hit it off with
the interviewer.

	I was telling Jennie about it: "Then he said to me, `Robin, I
think you'd be perfect for the job, and what I'm going to say is off
the record, OK? I'll deny I ever said it, but... well, my boss set
down strict guidelines for hiring. We can hire guys who are in the top
5% of their class, but because we need to hire more women, we can hire
them if they're in the top third.' See, Jennie, I told you so - I'm
being discriminated against!" She sympathized with me, but just
encouraged me to keep on trying. Another three weeks of no success had
me pretty depressed, and we decided to watch some TV to cheer up. I
hit the ON button on the remote, and what was playing but "Tootsie".
Dustin Hoffman trying to make it as a guy, but achieving success only
after he dressed up as a woman.

	"Boy, that's the right idea," I remarked, bitterly, "if you
can't beat `em, join `em."

	Jennie looked at me strangely for a minute, then said, "You
know, Robin, you'd make a better-looking girl than he does."

	"That's ridiculous," I said, "I could never get away with that
- people would spot me in a minute."

	She didn't say anything, and I switched channels, ending the
conversation right there...

	A few days later, we were lying in bed together, having just
made love, when she brought it up again.

	"Remember what we talked about when we saw "Tootsie" the other
night?" she asked.

	"Yes, I do - your silly idea that I could get away with
dressing like a woman." "Well, I still think I'm right, that you'd be
cuter than Dustin Hoffman."

	I really didn't feel like talking anymore about it, but she
continued,

	"I'd be willing to bet I'm right."

	"Sure," I said, "bet what? You know I'm broke, and besides,
it's really a dumb idea. There's no way I'm going to dress up and go
out as a woman."

	"Well," she replied, "we could bet washing the dishes for the
next month." Both of us hated to wash dishes, and we rotated the
chore every night.

	"As much as I'd like to not do dishes for a month," I said,
"because I know I'm right, there's no way I'm going to make a fool out
of myself."

	"What if there were a way, you could try it without any risk?
she asked, "would you still be willing to bet?" I was tired by then
and I said, "Sure, no risk, whatever you say."

	"So do we have a bet?" she persisted.

	"Yes, yes, OK, we have a bet," I said, and we fell asleep
without any more conversation on the subject.

	I didn't think about the conversation the next day, and I made
us a cold dinner, waiting for Jennie to get home. She had called and
said that she was stopping off at her sister's house and would be a
little late. It was almost eight o'clock when she finally got home,
and I told her, "I was starting to get worried about you," and I gave
her a big hug and kiss, relieved that she was all right.

	"It took me longer than I thought it would," she said, "but we
finally got done." "Done?" I asked, "what were you doing?"

	"Getting ready for our bet," she said. I noticed that she had
two shopping bags with her.

	"What's in the bags?" I asked her. And she proceeded to lay
out her plan: "There's an office Halloween party coming up, and
that's where I'm going to win our bet. There'll be a million people
there, clients, agency people, friends, vendors, and hardly anyone
will know anybody. I spent the evening at Patty's getting your
costume."

	I hadn't taken her bet seriously last night, but obviously she
had!

	"What do you mean, my costume?" I said, suspecting the worst,
and her answer confirmed it: "You can dress up as a woman for a
Halloween party without any risk - lots of guys do. And since no one
from the office knows you - no risk, just like you agreed to."

	I tried to argue her out of it, but there was no way she was
going to cancel the bet. I resigned myself to the fact that she had
the costume I was going to wear in the shopping bags. We sat down and
ate, and we avoided the topic until she said, "C'mon, be a sport, you
did agree to the bet, and it's only for one night for the party. I
don't want to make you feel bad, though, so I'm willing to cancel the
bet, if you insist." "No, we made the bet," I told her, "and guys
just don't cancel bets. I'll go along with it, though I'll feel silly
as hell, and everyone will know I'm a guy. Besides, when I win the
bet, I'll enjoy watching you wash dishes every night for a month. Who
knows, maybe you get to like it, and you'll want to wash them all the
time!"

	"Fat chance, buddy," she retorted, "and I still think that
you'll be the one with dishpan hands! Speaking of which, it's your
turn tonight."

	Sighing to myself, I got up and washed everything while she
went inside.

	When I had finished, I joined her, and she turned off the TV
she had been watching.

	"You know," she said, "you really have to try your best not to
be discovered, if this is going to be a fair bet."

	I said that if I did anything that would deliberately made me
win, I would lose. "Is that fair enough for you?"

	"Well, almost," she said, "but not quite."

	"What do you mean, not quite?"

	"Girls learn how to be girls as they grow up, years and years
of becoming ladies," she said. "You can't just learn it overnight. To
be really fair, you should practice."

	"C'mon," I said, "fair is fair, I agreed to one night, not
`years and years of practice'. Besides, there's only two weeks until
the party."

	"OK, I'll settle for two weeks of practice," - although I
hadn't agree to any practice at all! - "let's get started, there's no
time to waste."

	She took the shopping bags in one hand, and my hand in the
other and led me upstairs.

	In short order, I found myself standing naked in the middle of
the bedroom, watching Jennie pulling clothes out of one of the bags.
"I wasn't exactly sure about sizes, so I got a whole bunch of Patty's
things - she's more your size than I am."

	It was true - I'm quite a bit bigger than Jennie, while her
sister Patty is nearly as tall as my 5' 9" and has a larger frame than
her petite sister. I have a very slender build, though, for a guy, and
I guessed that we were probably about the same size.

	As often as Jennie and I had made love, it still felt strange
to be standing naked in front of her while she was doing something
else, and I found that I was getting an erection.

	When she saw it, she laughed, and began to stroke it, teasing
me, "don't tell me that thinking about dressing as a woman is turning
you on?"

	"N... no, don't be silly, it's just be naked while you're
still dressed," I said.

	"Well, we have to do something about this," she said,
continuing to stroke me, "or else you'll have a bulge in your
panties."

	She knelt down in front of me, and took me into her mouth,
quickly bringing me to a climax, while thoughts of how I would soon be
dressed disturbingly ran through my mind.

	"OK, now that THAT's out of the way, slip into these," she
said, handing me a pair of white panties. They felt strange going on
over my legs, and nestling around my groin, but I told myself that was
to be expected - these weren't exactly my usual jockey shorts! Jennie
helped me put on a matching white bra, stuffing the cups with a couple
of pairs of her panties, after she fastened the hooks in back. She sat
me down on the bed, and, as I followed her instructions for putting on
pantyhose without causing runs, the bra felt really weird on my chest.
The pantyhose felt even more strange, covering my entire legs with the
feeling of the sheer material.

	"These are just regular daytime things," Jennie said, "I hoped
that I'd be able to convince you to practice."

	She was really serious about winning this bet, I could see,
and had planned the whole thing out. I stood up, feeling the tickling
sensation of the nylon against my leg hairs, and pulled the slip she
handed me over my head. She settled it around me properly, making the
smooth nylon rub over my whole torso. She then lifted a pink and white
striped dress over me, and I raised my arms so it would slip down into
position. I began to button up the front of the shirtwaist dress,
fumbling because the buttons were on the "wrong" side.

	"Well, you don't have much of a figure, dear, but at least
everything fits pretty well. Except for the waist, of course." My
waist did stretch out the waistband of the dress, and I said, "see, I
told you this wasn't going to work."

	"Don't worry, we'll take care of that when the time comes,"
she said, "after all, not every woman has a perfect figure."

	I didn't have a chance to ask what she meant, because she was
handing me a pair of medium high heels to put on. The swishing,
swirling feelings of the feminine materials against each other and my
body felt extremely strange as I walked over to the bed and sat down
to put on the shoes. "You're lucky my sister has big feet," she
commented when I had put them on, and tried to stand up. I almost fell
over because of the tilt they gave my body, but Jennie steadied me.

	"OK, practice walking around a little," she said. I did,
feeling more silly than ever when she began to coach me on how to walk
in a ladylike manner. "A little more hip sway, but not too much," she
said when I exaggerated to my hip motion... "You're not going to be a
hooker, just a real lady."

	She made me wear the clothes until it was bed time, and I had
almost gotten used to the heels, but not to the feeling of the soft,
silky clothes against me. I had an erection again, unusual for me,
since I was strictly a "once-a-day" guy, and the oral sex Jennie had
given me would have ordinarily finished me off for the night. Were
these unusual clothes, and the way they felt on me, the cause of it, I
wondered. Jennie helped me get undressed, and I managed to hide my
cock inside my robe as I went in for a shower. I came out, and Jennie
went in for hers, and I found myself touching the things I had been
wearing. I heard the door open, and feeling my face flush at almost
being caught touching the feminine finery, I shut off the light. She
hopped into bed next to me, and asked me, "that really wasn't so bad,
was it?"

	"N... no, I guess not, just strange is all."

	"Well, remember your promise, you have to practice every night
until the party," she said, curling up against me. "You really did
look pretty cute in the dress, not to mention in your bra and
panties," she teased.

	"Oh, cut it out, I looked exactly like what I was, a guy in
drag. You know, I'm more convinced than ever that I'm going to win
this bet."

	"We'll see," she said, kissing me goodnight and turning over,
"we'll see."

	I lay awake for a while waiting for my erection to go down,
thinking about how the clothes had felt on me. The sensations of the
smooth, silky clothing persisted in my mind, and a random thought came
to me, about how lucky girls were to have all those nice-feeling
things to wear, while guys had all the masculine, rough fabrics. My
hardon never did go down as I lay there, but I eventually fell asleep
anyway.

				* * *

	Jennie got up early to go to work, and I slept until about
eight-thirty, when I had to get up to go to one of my part-time jobs.
I saw the clothes I had worn still lying on top of the covers, and I
picked them up to put them away. The silky panties seemed to have a
life of their own as the smooth material caressed my hand, and I sat
there, just experiencing it, until I realized that I would have to
hurry to get to work on time. I put in my four hours of filing and got
back home at about two o'clock. The work I had been doing was
mindless, and the only reason they had me as a part-timer was because
the secretaries hated doing it. I did a few chores around the house,
as I always did; since Jennie was earning the money it was only fair
that I do most of the housework - except for the splitting of the
dishwashing, that is. I finished most of it up, and had gotten to the
bedroom, where I was going to make up the bed. I saw the clothes still
laying there, and with the best of intentions, I started putting them
away. I hung up the dress in the closet, but then I was faced with the
dilemma of where to put the undies. If I put them in Jennie's drawer,
they'd mix in with her things and could cause a problem when she
rushed to get dressed one morning. I didn't want to leave them laying
around, so I made room in my underwear drawer, neatly folded them up
and put them in there. Again, the smooth material sent strange
sensations through me, and as I walked out of the room, I found myself
with another erection.

	"This is ridiculous," I said to myself, "women's undies are
only exciting with women inside them."

	But a nagging voice in my head raised a disturbing doubt about
that: "Are you sure?"

	I dismissed the voice, and began to prepare dinner for us.

	When Jennie got home, she asked me how my day had been, and I
told her pretty much the usual, commenting on how the secretaries at
work had been giggling to each other about something for most of the
time I was there.

	"Probably just girl-talk," Jennie said, "somebody fooling
around with somebody, or someone having problems with a boy-friend."
We had dinner, and then Jennie said, "Time to practice, sweetie, you
promised."

	I groaned, but followed her into the bedroom. Jennie looked
around for the clothes, and I explained where I had put them, and why.
She didn't say much, just, "how thoughtful."

	I stripped again, and feeling the beginnings of an erection, I
quickly pulled on the panties. She hooked up the bra, and in just a
couple of minutes, I was dressed in the same outfit as last night. But
this time, my cock was rock hard inside my panties. Fortunately, the
tight fitting panties kept it pressed up against my stomach unseen.
Jennie taught me how to walk around more gracefully, and told me how
to sit like a lady.

	"No, no, keep your knees together, and cross your legs at the
ankles. You're not ready to learn how to cross your legs yet," she
scolded. I tried to concentrate on everything she said, reminding
myself that I had promised that I would do my best. Later that night,
after we had showered, we made passionate love, and the aching I had
been feeling from walking around in panties all night, with the silky
material rubbing on my cock, finally subsided.

	The rest of the week passed pretty much the same way, although
we made love every night, instead of the more usual, every other night
or so.

	When we got up on Saturday morning, Jennie said, "You know,
Robin, I'm beginning to think you might win that bet, after all."

	"What make you say that," I asked.

	"Well, you've been practicing every evening, but, I don't
think you are going to fool everyone like I thought you were. There's
just not enough time to teach you everything you'll need to know. I'm
ready to concede right now."

	"No, that wouldn't be fair," I said, "I really am trying, you
know."

	In the back of my head, I was beginning to understand
something else, but I guess I was just trying to convince her that I
was being a good sport. "Well, we can keep trying, but we'll have to
step up the pace a little."

	I said I was, and she said, "then, you'll have to spend all
weekend at it - are you still game?" Again I agreed, and she said,
"you can't wear the same things all weekend, but I don't want you to
wear your costume, either. I'll run over to Patty's and get some fresh
things, I'm sure she won't mind."

	So while I was having a couple of cups of coffee, she went
out, returning with another shopping bag of stuff.

	"I got some sexier things this time," she said. "Maybe you'll
get into it more with more feminine frillies. Here, why don't you go
put these on while I have a cup of coffee."

	This was the first time I had dressed by myself, and when I
saw what she had brought back, I immediately got turned on. I went
into the bathroom and shaved as she had said I should.

	The undies were all black, and very frilly indeed. I slipped
on the panties, and I felt myself almost ready to come from the satin
feel on my cock. Without even thinking, I sat on the edge of the bed,
and jerked my cock into a gushing orgasm. There was no denying what
had just happened now - wearing panties was a definite turnon for me.
I was wracked with guilt and doubts, but I knew I had to keep this
hidden from Jennie. I slipped my arms through the straps of a longline
black bra, which fortunately fastened in front. I zipped up the bra,
feeling the tightness of it as it molded my upper body. The next thing
I picked up was a black girdle, that had four garters hanging from the
bottom. It looked as though it were half as wide as I needed for it to
be able to fit over me, and I struggled to pull its tightness up over
my legs and waist. It reached up to the bottom of the bra when I
finally got it all the way up, but I felt like I could barely breathe
with it on. There was a pair of very sheer nylon stockings which I
carefully rolled up over my legs and managed to fasten to the garters,
once I figured out how they worked. Just then, Jennie came into the
room, and looked at me.

	"God, this girdle it tight," I said, "how do you women ever
stand it?"

	"We have to suffer for fashion, dear," she laughed, "and I
think you're going to have to suffer a little bit more."

	"What do you mean?" I asked.

	"Your leg hair shows through the stockings, and I'm afraid
you'll have to shave your legs."

	"Now, wait just a minute," I protested, "I never agreed to
anything like that!" "But if you're going to do your best, you can't
have hairy legs, and besides it's not like you go to a gym where
anyone else could see you." She proceeded to take off my stockings and
marched me into the bathroom. I half-wanted to protest some more, but
also wanted to feel how the stockings would feel against my hairless
skin.

	Oh, how wonderful they felt - my sleek legs being encased in
the sheer nylons.

	"Are you starting to feel sexy," Jennie teased, but not
waiting for a reply, she led me back into the bedroom. "I borrowed a
cocktail dress from Patty," she said, fastening a flared crinoline
petticoat around me waist, then putting a black satin dress over my
arms and head. "Great," she said as I stood there in the short, sexy
dress. "The girdle and bra shaped you into the perfect size for the
dress."

	She placed a pair of very high-heeled black patent leather
pumps in front of me, and I stepped up into them. She walked me over
to her dressing table, helping me adjust to the 4" heels and said,
"We're going to go all the way today, a real makeover."

	She stood in front of me, and first attached false nails onto
my fingers. Then she began applying all kinds of cosmetics to my face,
gluing on false eyelashes as the final step. Then she pulled a curly
brunette wig out of a bag, placed it on my head, and brushed it out a
little.

	"My God," she said, "I said you'd be better looking than
Dustin Hoffman, but I never expected this!" She stepped away from in
front of the mirror, and what I saw reflected back nearly knocked me
off my seat - there was a gorgeous woman looking back at me. I
couldn't believe my eyes - I couldn't recognize myself at all.

	I sat there, stunned. "I... y... you made me... " I was at a
loss for words.

	"Stunning, that's the only word for you, stunning," Jennie
supplied. She helped me stand up on the heels, and walked me over to
the full-length mirror. The image there was even better and more
powerful than what I had seen in the face-only dressing mirror. From
the curly hair to the spike-heeled feet, there would have been no
doubt in anyone's mind that this gorgeous creature was anything but a
woman.

	Jennie stood next to me, and we were mostly a study in
contrasts, the petite blonde and the tall brunette, one dressed for
day, the other for evening. But there were similarities as well, the
womanly figures, the sleek, stockinged legs, the definitely female
faces. She turned to me and put her arms around me, then, hesitating
for a split second, kissed me hard on the lips. "I've never kissed a
woman before, and even though I know it's you, my mind tells me that's
what I just did."

	I looked deeply into her eyes, and said, "But I'm still the
man who loves you, underneath all this, you know."

	Her hand moved down and brushed the front of my skirt, feeling
the erection beneath the feminine coverings.

	"D... does dressing like this turn you on, Robin?" she asked
in a quiet, low voice. I didn't know what to say, and I hesitated
before answering. I had finally admitted to myself that it did, but I
wondered what effect it would have on our relationship if I admitted
it to her. We had always been honest with each other before, but I
knew this was a potential crisis situation, and there was no way for
me to predict the outcome. Believing that honesty was the only way to
go, however, I said, "I can't explain it, and this is something I've
never even thought of before, but it is exciting, Jennie, very
exciting."

	She weighed this in her mind for a moment, and then she said,
"Robin, I... I can't explain it either, but kissing you dressed like
that was, is, exciting to me, too. I've never wanted to kiss a woman
before, but seeing you like that, knowing that you're a man underneath
the clothes, it's gotten me all hot also. I don't know if it's a
one-time thing or something more but,... "

	She stopped talking when I kissed her, and with our arms
around each other, we hurried over to the bed. Without stopping to
take off any clothes, we began to make love to each other. The
sensations I was feeling from the clothes I was wearing were
heightened as I touched her, and in just a minute, she had maneuvered
my cock out from under my things, and had impaled herself on top of
me. It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds later when I felt
myself starting to come, and I felt Jennie's body shudder with the
force of her own orgasm.

	Later on, as we lay next to each other, Jennie said that she
felt like she had a new girlfriend, and I gave her a hug. "But, you
know," I said, "we can't stay in bed all day, I still have so much to
learn if I'm going to be able to carry this off for a whole night at
the party."

	So we got up, and for the rest of the day, Jennie tutored me
on the fine points of femininity, walking, sitting, eating, everything
I would need to know in order to pass undetected as a woman. That
night, when it was time for bed, she helped me out of the things I had
been wearing all day, and though they had been tight and restraining,
and it really felt good to get my girdle off, I missed them when they
were gone. I started to walk into the bathroom carrying my robe, but
Jennie stopped me, and handed me a babydoll nightie set. "Maybe you
should keep practicing," she teased, and taking it from her, I smiled
and gave her a kiss.

	After my shower, I dried myself off and pulled the frilly
panties on, again feeling the wonderful sensations flooding over my
cock. The feelings spread to my entire body as I slipped the short
nightie on. I looked in the mirror, and even without the curly wig and
the makeup, I felt feminine and wonderful. Jennie said, "you look cute
in that, and I'm glad that `one-size-fits-all' is good for you."

	"Me, too," I responded, "and speaking of `one-size-fits-all'..."
I took her hand and placed it on my erection, nestled inside my
panties. We hopped into bed, and again made love.

				* * *

	When I woke up the next day, I lay there thinking for a while
about what had happened, and what might be in store for the future. I
decided not to worry about anything, but rather to just let things
work out themselves. I got up, feeling the soft nylon surrounding my
body, and went downstairs to make some coffee.

	As I sat there drinking it, I found myself automatically
sitting in a very lady-like way, crossing my legs as a woman would. I
looked down at my shaved legs, which, of course seemed strange, and
remembered how the nylons had felt yesterday. Jennie walked into the
kitchen about twenty minutes later, and I had a brief feeling of
anxiety, wondering how she might react this morning to seeing me
without makeup and my masculine haircut. But she cut my worrying short
when she came over and kissed me, and said, "I love you, I really,
really do!"

	After she had her coffee, she announced that it was time for
today's training to start, and we went into the bedroom to dress.

	She decided that I should wear regular daytime things today,
and she gave me a set of pink undies, which I immediately put on,
savoring the feeling of nylon against my groin and chest. She looked
at me and giggled, and when I asked her what was so funny, she told me
that my chest hair didn't really go too well with the pink bra. I felt
myself blush, and she hurried over and hugged me so I would understand
she wasn't making fun of me. I took off the bra, and we went into the
bathroom where I shaved my chest, which truthfully had never been all
that hairy. Putting the bra back on felt better than before, though,
and she gave me pantyhose and a skirt and blouse to put on. Next, she
applied cosmetics for a more natural daytime look, and placed the
curly wig on my head.

	When she moved aside to let me look, I could recognize myself,
but the face I saw was clearly feminine. "I think you should wear
heels again," she said, "because that will be the most difficult thing
to get used to."

	I didn't mind a bit, though, because I loved how they made my
legs look in the sheer pantyhose, and how they helped me walk with a
feminine sway. We didn't spend the whole day in training as such,
though we did spend some time looking through some of her magazines,
but concentrated on doing some things around the house so that
Dressing would become a more natural thing for me. She also taught me
a little about makeup so that if I had to fix myself up at the party
I'd be able to do it. The hardest thing, I think, was remembering to
try to keep the pitch of my voice higher than normal, so I would
sound, as well as look, like a woman.

				* * *

	The rest of the week went by pretty quickly, with me dressing
up each night for more practice. Actually, I wore panties all week,
and a nightgown she had bought for me every night. I practiced putting
on basic makeup a few times, and actually got to be fairly good at it.

	Then it was finally Saturday, and in the early afternoon,
Jennie said that it was time to start getting ready.

	"But it's so early, it won't take us that long."

	"Don't be silly, dear," she said, "we're barely going to be on
time, even starting right now."

	She drew me a bubble bath, and I relaxed in the scented water
for a while, until she came in and said that I should shave my legs
and chest. I did that while I was still in the tub. I got out, and was
ready to start shaving my face, when she suggested that, since we were
going to be out for hours, and I didn't want five o'clock shadow to
appear, I should use a hair remover lotion. She put the liquid on me,
and I felt a strong tingling as it did its work. I waited about
fifteen minutes, sitting there while Jennie took her own bath and
shaved her legs and underarms. I hadn't done the latter, and when she
looked quizzically at me, I just nodded, as if to say sure. She
lathered my underarms, and carefully shaved me. I don't have much hair
on my arms, but she decided that what It had to go as well. I washed
off the hair remover from my face, and we went into the bedroom. I
felt more naked than I ever had before, with all my hair gone, but I
realized how feminine my smooth, hairless body made me feel.

	"Just out of curiosity," I asked, "what exactly is my costume
going to be?" Jennie had made me promise not to look in her closet or
the shopping bags, and I hadn't, as much as I had wanted to.

	"Well, I guess I can tell you now, since you'll be finding out
anyway," she said, "you're going to wear the costume Patty had for
last year - Scarlett O'Hara from `Gone with the Wind' !" The memory of
the beautiful gowns in the movie immediately flooded my brain. And
then I remembered the difficulty Scarlett had with getting herself
down to a figure that would fit into the gowns! Oh, God, I thought,
what did I get myself into with this silly bet?

	Well, the first thing I found myself getting into was a pair
of long satin bloomers, with lots of ruffles of lace, around the whole
garment.

	When I put them on, the silky feel almost drove me crazy, and
Jennie just smiled when she saw the reaction I had. Next came the
corset, and this was unbelievable, if you've never worn one. Jennie
laid it down on the bed, and I slipped my arms through the top straps
and lay on top of it.

	Then she began to lace up the back. It extended down from the
top of my hips, and the first few eyelets weren't too bad. But then as
she moved up toward my waist, the boned corset began to pull me in
tighter and tighter. Jennie sat on top of me, and pulled with all her
strength to close the corset back together.

	"Stop," I said, "I just can't get that small," but Jennie just
kissed me on the back of my neck and whispered, "but you have to, or
the gown won't fit."

	She continued lacing me unmercifully, and I tried to get
accustomed to breathing without being able to really draw in air. The
confining corset, I could feel, was molding me into the shape it
wanted, irregardless of the body it was enclosing. Even when my waist
had been pulled all the way in, the tight laces compressed the flesh
of my chest, pushing the excess up toward the bra's half-cups. I
didn't realize how much there really was there, until after she had
finished the lacing and I stood up.

	"I think that with just a little more," Jennie mused, and she
went over to her underwear drawer and removed the padding from one of
her bras. She worked one into the bottom of each cup, pulling up on my
gathered flesh so that it then rested on top.

	When she had finished, I walked over to the mirror, still
trying to get enough air to breathe, and saw the result. There was the
sweep of female hips, and my waist must have been drawn in at least
six inches. But, best of all, there was the swelling of breasts as my
own flesh rose out of the half cups of the corset top looking like
real breasts. The cups pushed me together, creating cleavage, and
Jennie said, "fantastic. I was a little worried because the gown is
kind of low-cut."

	There were six long garters hanging down from the bottom of
the corset, and Jennie sat me down while she rolled stockings up over
my smooth legs and fastened them snugly, snaking the elastic straps
through the bloomers. I looked down and saw the mounds of my breasts,
the tent created in the front of my bloomers by the huge erection I
had, and Jennie kneeling at my feet. She looked up at me lovingly, and
caressed my cock, then told me to stand up. I did, but she stayed
where she was, reaching into my bloomers to free my cock from its
satin prison, and she proceeded to suck me to climax. I held her head
tightly against me after I came, and the feeling of love passed
strongly between us. She stayed there for a moment or two, then said
in a husky voice, "we'd better get moving."

	She got my petticoat out of the closet, a voluminous bulk of
crinoline and lace.

	"There's no easy way to get into this, but just step inside,
and try to move your feet until they're on the floor. I stepped inside
the waistband, and sort of walked my feet forward until they had
cleared the crinoline tent. Jennie buttoned up the back of the
waistband, which fit perfectly around my corsetted waist. From the
waist down, all I could see was the bulky petticoat, spreading around
me like a pyramid of snow, extending down to the floor. I twirled back
and forth, delighting in the feeling of the rougher petticoat material
swishing against my silken stockings and panties. The only things left
were the shoes and gown, and after she had helped me into emerald
green high heels, the petticoat was raised off the floor an inch or
so. That had worried me, whether I was going to keep tripping on it,
having forgotten that my heels would lift me into the air. I stood
there looking in the mirror, when I heard a soft rustling sound behind
me. Jennie had gotten the gown out of the closet, and I bent down a
little, raising my hands so that she could lift it over me. It was a
beautiful emerald green velvet, lined with satin, and it slid down
around me with a silky woosh-sound. I closed my eyes, not wanting to
look until Jennie had fastened the back buttons.

	When she said she was finished, I opened my eyes, and saw the
lovely gown around me, my breast tops rising above the neckline, and
the long sleeves fitting around my arms, ending in green lacy cuffs.
The gown fit perfectly, and Jennie had to practically drag me away to
put on my makeup. She worked quickly, and with the final touches of
thick black lashes and a long wavy wig, I was ready. She put a costume
jewelry necklace around my neck, and clipped matching earrings to my
lobes. Again, the sight of myself had me speechless, and Jenny sprayed
a little perfume on me, completing my journey to femininity.

	When I was able to speak, I asked Jennie what costume she was
wearing, and she told me that she was going to be a flapper from the
`20's. She got herself into her things pretty quickly, and stood next
to me in front of the mirror. Again, we were a study in contrasts, her
short, slinky dress against my elaborate gown, her unfettered body
versus my shaped and restrained one. But there was no doubt about it,
when you looked at us, all you saw was two beautiful females. I must
admit, my face was not a soft example of feminine perfection in the
classic sense, but rather a striking, handsome one in the female sense
of handsome. We got together the things we needed, and were almost
ready to go when I said to her, "Jennie, I have a problem. I know no
one will be able to see it under my petticoat and gown, but I am as
hard as a rock underneath. I'm worried I won't be able to control
myself with my bloomers rubbing against me all night."

	She didn't even hesitate, and she crawled under my gown, and
took me into her mouth. She was really turned on by seeing me, and I
felt her rub herself against my ankle as she brought me to a climax
with frenzied sucking and licking. She had disappeared beneath my
clothes, and the sensation of coming was almost like a surreal dream.
She came as well, and she rested her face against the bare tops of my
thighs for a minute or two.

	When she finally reemerged, we hugged each other, then she
suggested that I needed something to prevent accidents for the rest of
the night. She went into the bathroom for a minute, then into her
undie drawer, and came back with a sanitary napkin and a belt to hold
it on.

	"This should do the trick," she said, and she disappeared
under my gown again. I felt her pulling down my bloomers and fastening
the belt around me, then pulling back my now-limp cock between my
thighs. She held it in position with the napkin, then pulled my
bloomers back up to hold the entire thing in place. We were now ready
to go, and she placed another napkin in the purse I was going to
carry, "in case you have an accident later, dear. We girls always have
to be prepared for that."

	She drove us to the catering hall where the party was going to
be held, and on the way, I admitted how apprehensive I was. "You know,
I'm still worried that I'll be found out."

	"So what," she said, "don't forget it's Halloween and everyone
is in one costume or another. Yours is just more elaborate than
most."

	Her words comforted me a little, but I still had mixed
feelings - some guilt at dressing as a woman, some fear that I would
be discovered and ridiculed, and, of course, some wonderful feelings
about the touch of these clothes on me.

	When we got there, and walked into the party, there were at
least a hundred people already there, and I asked her, "how many
people do they expect?" Her answer, "at least a couple of hundred"
made me shudder a little - here I was dressed as a woman in front of
that many people, but on the other hand, with that large a crowd, I
thought I could manage to stay in the background. We went inside, and
over to one of the bars to get a drink. Before I could ask for a beer,
Jennie ordered two strawberry daiquiris for us. I sipped the sweet-
sourness of the drink, and said, "this is awful! I'd rather have a
beer."

	She laughed, and said, "Sure, and slug it out of the bottle
like you usually do? Try to remember, you're a lady, and you have to
act like one."

	I smiled sheepishly at her, acknowledging that she was right,
and we began to circulate. It seemed that our exotic costumes were
attracting a lot of attention, and we were almost immediately
surrounded by a group of men. The contrast of my elaborately gowned
body with Jennie's obviously near-naked one had the guys in a state of
heat. They were performing the mating-dance ritual, competing with one
another for our attention.

	"That gown certainly shows off your figure," one of the
would-be Lotharios said to me.

	"Thank you, so much, kind sir," I simpered, laughing to myself
at the one part of my "figure" that would knock him for a loop if he
saw it. Music was playing in the background, and he asked me if I
would like to dance. He was a pretty good-looking guy, dressed in a
vampire costume, but I begged off with a "not right now, thank you". I
really wasn't all so sure of myself in heels that I was ready to try
to dance in them! Jennie decided that we should break up this little
group, and asked me if I wanted to "powder my nose". I took the hint,
and we walked over toward the ladies room. Suddenly, it hit me - the
ladies room. That was definitely unexplored territory as far as I was
concerned, and I said that to her.

	"Don't be silly, no one will know - those guys certainly had
no clue about you."

	There were only a few women in the room, and I immediately
headed for a large stall designed for handicapped people. It was large
enough to accommodate a wheelchair, and I needed to room for my gown.
It still felt strange sitting down to pee, not to mention just trying
to maneuver around my gown and petticoat so I could sit. I noticed
that the whirlwind activity and conversation had taken my mind off how
I was dressed, and my cock was still laying back limply; it seemed
that I might be getting used to this a little bit. I fixed myself up,
and joined Jennie in front of the makeup mirrors. She whispered that I
could use a light dusting of powder and a reapplication of my
lipstick. I managed the powder OK, and was very carefully applying the
lipstick, when another woman walked over and stood next to me.

	"My goodness," she said to me, "isn't that costume killing
you?"

	"Oh, it's a little tight," I said, "but it really makes me
feel so feminine!" I caught Jennie's eye in the mirror, and saw her
holding in a giggle. "No doubt about that, dear," the woman said, "I
saw all the Romeos around you two before. Say, wasn't that guy
gorgeous, the one who's the vampire?" Jennie took me off the hook and
joined the conversation, "Yeah, he was really cute."

	"I wonder how big he is," the woman responded, nearly knocking
me over with her words. I had no idea that women's conversations about
men were as graphic as men's were about women.

	"Oh, I never worry about that," Jennie quipped, "it's not how
big it is, it's what they can do with it, after all!" They dissolved
in giggles, and I tried to recover and join in. The woman left, still
laughing, and Jennie and I were alone for a moment.

	"I had no idea that you girls were that gross," I commented.

	"Well, don't you think it's fair?" she asked. "You guys talk
about tits all the time, don't you?" I had to admit that she was
right, and we went back out to the party.

	The next couple of hours passed in a blur as the party swirled
around us, and then the crowd started to thin out a little.

	Then Jennie said, "Oh, oh, here's my boss, Mr. Harrison," as a
tall distinguished looking guy walked over. "Seems like we should have
come to the party together," he said to me, after Jennie introduced
us.

	"I hardly think so, suh," I said in my sweetest southern belle
voice, "after all, you are a Yankee!" He had on a blue Civil War
officers uniform.

	"Well, I personally think that we should end the `War between
the States'," he said, and before I could answer, he took my hand,
kissed it, and led me over to the dance floor. I didn't have much
choice about it, and I almost gave it away by raising my left hand to
lead. I covered up by patting my hair, and soon found myself twirling
around the floor, following his lead. He asked me about myself as we
danced, through the first song and into the second, and we chatted for
a while.

	Finally, the song ended, and again kissing my hand, he led me
back over to where Jennie was standing.

	"I think your friend is absolutely charming, Jennie, I'm so
glad she came with you tonight.And I'm holding you personally
responsible for making sure she keeps our appointment." He said
goodnight and walked away.

	"You seemed deep in conversation, Robin, what was he saying?
And what did he mean, appointment?"

	"Jennie, you're not going to believe this, but we have a big
problem. He was asking all about me, where I worked, where I'd gone to
school, and when I told him I hadn't found a job yet, he insisted on
making an appointment for an interview for next Friday. I couldn't
refuse him, since he's your boss. What a mess!"

	"Well, don't worry, we'll think of something, some excuse or
something by then."

	We decided to leave since the party was breaking up, and
Jennie drove us home.

	"I guess you realize that I won the bet," were the first words
out of Jennie's mouth when we walked into the apartment, "nobody had a
clue all night."

	"I know, you're right," I said. "I didn't believe for a minute
when I agreed to the bet that I'd ever be able to pull it off," I
admitted, pulling her close to me in a hug, and kissing her, "but I
did have a wonderful teacher."

	She closed her eyes and kissed me back passionately, then
murmured, "I love the taste of your lipstick."

	We stood there kissing for a while, and then we moved toward
the bedroom, arms around each other's waists.

	"You're a beautiful Scarlett O'Hara," she said as we fell onto
the bed together, "and I want you right now!" She lay me down on the
pillows, and raised my skirt and petticoat, laying on top of me with
the velvet and crinoline crushed between us. We rubbed our bodies
together for a while, and the sensations from the clothing and her
body surged through me. She lifted herself away, and removed my
bloomers and the sanitary napkin that was restraining me. My cock
sprang to attention and she pulled off her dress and panties, leaving
her wearing only thigh-high stockings and heels. She moved back on top
of me, and I spread my legs so that she could fit between them. My
breath was coming in short gasps, from her weight on top of me, and
from the tightly laced corset, and I stopped breathing entirely when
her wet pussy devoured my erect cock. I wrapped my stockinged legs
tightly around her, and I could feel my high heels digging into her
back. I had the sensation that the cock that joined us was hers, and I
felt so very, very feminine as she pumped away on my womanly body. A
bolt of electricity surged through my body, starting at the groin, and
exploding in my head as I had a magnificent orgasm, and her whispered,
"yes, yes, y-e-e-e-e-s-s-s," told me that she, too, had come. We lay
there for a while, just like that, as I didn't want to let her get out
from between my tightly wrapped legs.

	Then she helped me up, and, with great reluctance, she began
to get me undressed. She helped remove my makeup, and we crawled into
bed together, naked, and made love again, this time less furiously,
but rather with a deliberate slow sweetness.

	As we lay there, drifting off to sleep, I almost started to
mention the problem with Mr. Harrison, but decided that I didn't want
anything to spoil what had been a perfect night.

				* * *

	The next morning we talked about how wonderful the party had
been for a while, then when I thought the moment was right, I brought
it up. We were sitting there in our own robes when I said, 66 "Jennie,
I really think that we've got a big problem here. Mr. Harrison all but
told me that he wanted to hire me, but he'll be really pissed off when
he finds out that he was fooled and was dancing with a guy. I mean, he
was being so gallant, kissing my hand and all, he'll go right through
the roof. Maybe I can cancel the appointment and say that I found
something else."

	"I don't know, Robin, that would sound fishy I think, since
you told him that you've had no luck at all. He might get mad at me,
since he said I was personally responsible for delivering you. That's
all we'd need, for me to get fired."

	I agreed, since it was Jennie's earnings that were keeping us
from being starving homeless people. We talked back and forth for a
while, trying to figure some way out of the dilemma, when Jennie said,
"this is hopeless. I can't figure out any way to solve this, unless... "

	"Unless what, Jennie?"

	"Unless you keep your appointment, silly."

	"But I can't do that - I just know he'll be pissed off when I
walk into his office in a suit," I said.

	"Not if it's a woman's suit," she replied.

	"Now wait just a second," I said, "I agreed to go to the
party, that was one thing, but this is something else entirely. I'll
never get away with it."

	"Sure you will, he'll be expecting to see a woman, and that's
what he'll see. You can go in for the interview, and that will be the
end of it. Simple, one hour and it'll get us off the hook."

	We had our first argument about it, because I felt that it was
much too risky - if Mr. Harrison would be pissed off to find out I
was a guy, how pissed off would he be if he caught me trying to pass
myself off as a woman when he was interviewing me? Jennie believed
that I could get away with it, but my confidence level wasn't anyplace
close to that high.

	Finally, she used the ultimate female argument - she burst
into tears, and what could I do but agree to try her plan?

	"Listen," she said a while later, "we've got a few things
going for us. First, your appointment is for first thing in the
morning, so I'll be able to get you ready and go in with you. Second,
he's not a real morning person, so he won't be as sharp as usual.
Third, we have another week to work on you. That's a big help. We'll
have to get you an outfit to wear, but I can always give it to Patty
as a Christmas present, so it won't really cost us much."

	What she said seemed to make sense, so I told her that I
guessed it would be OK, and that she should pick up the outfit for me.

	"We can't do that," she said, "you'll have to try it on, to
make sure it fits right and looks good. I can't be running back and
forth to stores all week, there's too much else to do. We'll have to
go shopping today, so you can try things on before we buy one."

	Again I balked, arguing that I couldn't go shopping and try
things on in stores.

	"Well, if you're going to pull this off," she countered,
"you'd better be able to pass yourself off as a woman! And remember,
there's no Plan "B"."

	So, about two hours later, I was nervously getting out of the
car at a shopping mall, dressed in the pink and white shirtwaist dress
I had worn the first time I'd dressed. Luckily it was a warm day, late
Indian summer weather, and I didn't have to wear a coat, which I
didn't have anyway. I was wearing the white undies and pantyhose, and
when we got into the mall, I heard the clicking of our heels on the
marble floor. This time, dressing hadn't excited me, because of the
risk I was taking. Halloween was over, and if I were found out, I
envisioned myself in jail or something for being in drag in a women's
dressing room. We went into a department store, and hurried past the
cosmetics section, with the sales people offering everything from
samples of perfume to full demonstrations of cosmetics, into the
women's department.

	"First, you'll need your own undies," Jennie said, "because
I'll have to return Patty's stuff within a couple of days." She went
through racks and racks of bras, panties, and other "unmentionables",
selecting a few things for me to try on.

	"One good thing," she said, "is that we girls share dressing
rooms all the time. No one will think it unusual for the two of us to
go inside one together. She picked out a few things in her size, and
we went over to the dress department.

	"I think that a suit might be better than a dress," Jennie
suggested, "because everything will go together, and you won't have to
worry about about something not fitting quite right, because they'll
be separates."

	She picked out a couple of suits and blouses, and we headed
off to the dressing room. My biggest fear, that the attendant would
spot me, was allayed when I saw that she was only concerned with
counting how many articles we were taking inside. We went into the
cubicle, passing women in various stages of undress, and closed the
door.

	"I'll bet this is every guy's fantasy, seeing lots of women in
their undies," Jennie whispered to me.

	"Well, it's certainly better than a sharp stick in the eye," I
teased back, as I was undressing. She poked me in the ribs and said in
a mock serious tone, "just remember who brung you to the dance,
buster!" I quickly stepped into the panties that she handed me, and
tucked myself back. She slipped the matching bra around me and
fastened it, stuffing the extra panties that I was using into the
cups. She handed me a white half slip, and then a silky white blouse
with a lacy ruffle around the neckline. I tried on the skirt from the
first suit, then the one from the second.

	"No, these won't fit your waist properly," she said. We'll
have to get something to pull it in. Wait here a second."

	With that she went out, and I never felt so alone in my life.
I was like a spy in enemy territory. She came back in just a minute or
two with two things, a padded panty girdle and a waist cincher. She
fastened the cincher around me, and the hook-and-eyes pulled my waist
in.

	Then I put the panty girdle on, compressing my waist even
more, but adding a little padding to my buns. The skirts fit now, and
I put on the jacket.

	"Well, I think either of these will do," she said, "which one
do you like better?" One of the suits was a navy blue, the other a
nice green.

	"I think the green one," remembering how much I had loved the
green velvet gown.

	"I agree, and besides, Patty already has a blue suit, so when
we pass it along, she'd like the green one more."

	I changed back into my own things, and we headed to the shoe
department. I was again a little worried about being so close to
someone, but Jennie reassured me, "don't worry, if it's a guy, he'll
be too busy concentrating on trying to look up your skirt."

	It was a guy who helped me, and Jennie was right. I was almost
tempted to let the loser look ALL the way under my skirt, but I
restrained myself. I picked out a pair of green suede pumps with a 2"
heel that went perfectly with the suit, and after we paid for
everything, we hurried home.

				* * *

	The next week was another blur, and before I knew it, it was
Thursday night. "We'd better get a few things done tonight, so we'll
be OK in the morning. She glued on extension tips to my own nails,
saying that it was better not to have to worry about a stick-on nail
coming off.

	When she had all ten fingers done, I was amazed at how much
more natural they felt. She manicured my nails then, shaping the
extensions and applying a subdued medium red polish. I was surprised
when she started putting polish on my toenails, and I said, "why
bother, he's not going to see them?"

	"Trust me, you'll feel more feminine with them polished," and
when she finished, I found that even this hidden sign of femininity
did make me feel more girlish. I took a nice long bubble bath, and
shaved my legs and underarms. My face I would take care of in the
morning.

	When we went to bed, Jennie surprised me with a slinky black
nightgown that I hadn't even seen her buy, and we slid into bed
together, our silken covered bodies sliding against each other as we
made love. I tried to be careful, but as I was getting ready to come,
my long nails dug into her back. This seemed to excite her even more,
and we lay there, out of breath, for a while until we fell asleep. The
next morning was a panic, in retrospect, as two girls tried to get
ready at the same time, but by the time we were ready to leave, I felt
pretty confident that I was going to be able to pull my masquerade
off. I wished, though, that I could have been wearing a heavier
makeup, feeling somewhat naked and exposed with a natural daytime
look, but Jennie patted my padded fanny and reassured me that I looked
great.

	The moment of truth arrived all too quickly, and Jennie
brought me into Mr. Harrison's office, whispered, "Good luck," and
left, closing the door behind her.

	"Good to see you again, Robin, glad you could make it," he
started. "Why don't you sit here on the couch, where you'll be
comfortable?" He proceeded to interview me, sitting next to me on the
couch, and I noticed that he couldn't keep his eyes off me, focusing
most often on my breasts and legs. I answered all his questions
easily, having been on so many interviews already.

	"You know, Robin, I have to admit something. I thought you
looked wonderful at the party, and you look just as nice today."

	"Well, thank you, Mr. Harrison, it's very nice of you to say
that," I replied. But the sleaze wasn't finished yet - he put his hand
on my nylon-covered knee, and said, "I find you VERY attractive, and
I'm sure we can find a job for you here."

	His hand moved slowly up onto my thigh, under my skirt. The
son-of-a-bitch was making a blatant pass at me, and was about eight
inches away from discovering my secret. My first impulse was to haul
off and belt him, but I controlled myself and stopped the upward
movement of his hand.

	"Mr. Harrison, I'm surprised at you, what kind of a girl do
you think I am? I know you're married, Jennie told me so, and I wonder
what your personnel people will think when I slap you with a sexual
harassment lawsuit?" He sat back in shock, realizing the position he
was in. He stammered, trying to make excuses for what he had done, but
I clearly wasn't buying it.

	"I just couldn't help myself, you were so beautiful in that
gown, and your green suit reminded me of it... "

	"Mr. Harrison, you are in a world of trouble, now, because my
next stop is my attorney's office!" He seemed to shrink inside
himself, and he began to beg me to forgive him and to forget what had
happened.

	Finally he said, "Robin, please, I'll be ruined, isn't there
anything I can do?" I loved the position of power I was in, and I
realized that women were not the weaker sex after all. But I knew
that with no witnesses to what he had done, I needed more leverage to
take advantage of the situation.

	"You said that you definitely had a job for me here?"

	"Ah, yes, of course," he answered. "

	And what might the salary for this job be?" I inquired,
adding, "Remember you did say anything, right?"

	"Would er-ah $35, 000 be adequate, Robin? I'm sure we could go
that high."

	This weasel was offering me $7,000 more than he was paying
Robin, to save his ass.

	"Oh, that sounds very fair, Mr. Harrison," I said, beginning
to bait the trap. "You know," I continued, "I may have over-reacted
before, I'm sure you didn't mean anything nasty, did you?"

	"Oh, no, of course not," falling deeper into it.

	"As a matter of fact," I said, tracing a line on his cheek
with one of my long red-tipped nails, "I found you quite attractive as
well. Maybe we can reenact the Civil War someday," I teased. Thump! He
fell all the way in. I moved my hand down from his face to his belt,
and started to unbuckle it, saying, "perhaps we should seal our
agreement, don't you think?" I almost felt sorry for him, but quickly
got over it, as I unbuckled and unzipped his pants. He stood up, took
off his shoes and stepped out of his pants.

	"Can we sit in your desk chair," I asked, innocently, "I love
positions of power."

	He couldn't get there quickly enough, and I nestled on his
lap, gazing up into his eyes. I felt his hardon pressing against my
buns, and I wriggled around on it, driving him further to distraction.

	While he was lost in his fantasies, I reached over and picked
up his phone.

	"Jennie, dear, could you come right into Mr. Harrison's
office, I need your help."

	"W... what did you do that for," he cried, and he tried to get
me off his lap.

	"No, Mr. Harrison, you're not going anywhere," I said. And at
that moment, Jennie came into the office, expecting the worst - that I
had been found out. She burst out laughing when she saw the two of us,
and quickly shut the door.

	"Mr. Harrison has made me a job offer, Jennie," I said, rising
off his lap. "Stand up, you creep," I said to him. His hardon stuck
out through the opening in his boxer shorts, but I could see it
wilting away. "He offered me $35,000, isn't that wonderful? I was
going to accept, but then I thought, you know how we girls gossip, and
I just knew that you"d find out how much more I was making than you.
That wouldn't be fair, would it?"

	"No, I guess not, especially under these circumstances, sexual
advances and all."

	The poor bastard just stood there, realizing that we had him
by the short and curlies.

	"What are you going to do?" he asked, very meekly, his cheeks
burning with embarrassment.

	"Well, first of all, I think it would be only fair to give
Jennie a raise, don't you?"

	"Ah, yes, of course, immediately."

	I handed him his phone, "OK, do what you have to do, right
now."

	He dialed personnel, and said into the phone, "This is Jim
Harrison. I need an immediate raise put through for Jennie Burns, to
$35,000. Yes, I said immediately. Another company is trying to recruit
her, and we can't afford to lose her. And prepare a contract for my
signature, three years for her - I want to lock her in now."

	He listened for a minute and said, "of course I want raises
specified in the contract, ah, five thousand a year," glancing at
Jennie, who nodded her agreement.

	"Yes, five thousand a year. And I want that contract here on
my desk within the hour."

	Some big shot Vice President, ordering people around, while
trying to retain his dignity in polka dotted boxer shorts.

	"How about you, Robin," Jennie asked, "do you want to accept
Mr. Harrison's generous offer?" This was the question I had been
dreading. We could obviously get most anything we wanted, and I really
wanted a job, but it was out of the question now for me to take it as
a male. We would lose all the leverage we had if my secret were
exposed. But if I accepted it, I would have to dress as a woman all
the time. My cock stirred inside my panties, and I knew in my heart of
hearts that I would not stop dressing when I got home today anyway. I
loved being in frilly panties more than anything.

	"What do you think, Jennie? I think you have a great deal to
say about this, since we'll be working together."

	That's what I said, but the hidden meaning to my question was
clear - did she want, approve of, my continuing to dress as a woman?
"Why, Robin, dear, I think it would be wonderful, and exciting, to
have you working here with us."

	I could not have hoped for a more supportive, understanding
answer.

	I handed the phone back to Mr. Harrison, and he instructed
personnel to draw up a second contract for me, on the same terms.
Jennie slipped out of the office, but quickly returned, carrying her
large purse.

	"I think we've treated Mr. Harrison so badly, Robin, don't
you?"

	"Yes," I said, playing along with her, but not knowing where
this was going. Mr. Harrison has a reputation for being a real hard-
nosed businessman who always manages to come out on top. She pulled a
Polaroid camera out of her bag, saying "we use this to take a quick
look at ad layouts and things, but we have a better use for it now -
insurance. Take off your clothes, you worm," addressing Harrison. He
started to protest, but Jennie cut him off, "if you don't do what I
tell you to, I'll call your secretary in to see you in your funky
boxer shorts. And you know what a gossip she is - it'll not only be
all over the company in twenty minutes, your wife will know in ten!"
He had no choice, so he silently stripped everything off, and began to
follow our instructions.

	"First of all," Jennie said, "you have to look like you're
enjoying yourself. Rub that little cock of yours until it stands
straight up."

	Mortified, he began to stroke himself into an erection. We
then began to pose him with each of us, first with his arm around our
waists, then in progressively more humiliating poses. We made him
kneel down, and we took turns using his back as a footrest.

	Then we shot pictures of him licking our high heels, his erect
cock in hand, showing how much he loved it.

	Finally, we bent him over his desk and whacked his ass with a
ruler, until red welts showed up clearly all over.

	"Play with yourself as I'm doing this, creep," Jennie ordered,
"make yourself cum in your hand!" He did, blushing the deepest red
I've ever seen anyone blush.

	"That's what you wanted, isn't it?" I asked, and when he came
in his hand, I continued, "You were probably hoping for a blowjob, to
have me taste your filthy cum - rub it around on your lips for the
final shot!" He groaned, but complied, and Jennie snapped two
pictures, one with the cum pooled in his hand, clearly having just
shot his load, and the second as his hand moved to his mouth and
rubbed.

	"You might as well lick it off and swallow it, you pig,"
Jennie laughingly ordered.

	After his final humiliation, we told him to get dressed, while
we waited for the contracts to be delivered. I spent the time planning
the wardrobe I was going to buy, and all the wonderful things I would
be able to wear. He signed the contracts, and as I was ready to leave
with our copies, I said to him, see you bright and early Monday
morning, Mr. H!"

	"I think I'm feeling a little poorly, Mr. Harrison, would you
mind if I took the rest of the day off?" Jennie said. He nodded his
agreement weakly, and we walked out, arm in arm.

	Well, this all happened three years ago, and to bring you up
to date, we've both done wonderfully, both personally and at work. Mr.
Harrison, poor dear, left the company about six months later, and both
Jennie and I have been promoted by our new boss. We also got bonuses
each year, and have been told that "old Harrison really knew what he
was doing when he hired you two."

	I dress as a woman all the time now, and at Jennie's
suggestion, I went on hormones for a while, and had a breast implant
operation done. But I have no plans to go any further, as Jennie still
loves her girlfriend's hidden secret.