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) --