Archive-name: Changes/wrkgirl3.txt Archive-author: Kathy Harrison Archive-title: Working Girl - 3 In our previous episodes, John, a low level employee at an ad agency had been given a horrible review by his boss, Marie. Knowing full well that he had no other opportunities, John broke down and asked for Marie to give him an other chance. Marie offered to do more than that, she offered to make him a successful Account Executive with one of their new start up divisions. One hitch, he was to become a FEMALE account executive! John has been transformed into Victoria Escovar, a beautiful Hispanic young woman, who, as Marie's cousin, is being trained to fulfill Marie's offer to John. In Vicki's first public encounter with men, she meets Don and Roger, executives with Marie's largest account. Don has developed a relationship with Marie, while Marie has set up Roger with Vicki. Vicki is Rogers type of "GIRL", knowing of her recent transformation. Vicki ends up going home with Roger and takes the final plunge into womanhood. The previous episode ends with Vicki waiting for Roger, dressed in a sexy red teddy, under the covers of Roger's king sized brass bed. ***************************************************************** One of the things that I never felt before was that "I" was the prize, the treasure of a sexual conquest. I had always had to almost grovel to my partner to receive the pleasure of their sexual company. For the first time I am the jewel to be cherished. I am the one that this person wants to embrace. As I waited for Roger, I became excited and nervous at the same time. My heart was pumping a million miles a second. The door to the room opened, and Roger came in carrying two glasses of champagne. He smiled as he saw me lying on the bed and said, "Darling, I'm glad to see that you want to be with me." He put the glasses down on the nightstand and bent down to kiss me, "You look so beautiful, what an incredibly sexy outfit." I kissed him again. He handed me a glass of champagne and I took a sip. I slid my legs around and stood up beside him. He lifted my chin to kiss me again and we locked in a most passionate embrace. I practically tore his shirt off him and began running my fingers through his dense chest hair. I sucked and teased his nipples, they grew hard to the touch of my lips. He pulled down one of the shoulder straps of my teddy as he began to kiss my shoulders and neck. I lowered myself to my knees and began to unbuckle his belt and drop his trousers to the floor. His cock was rock hard, straining against his shorts. I thought to myself, there is no stopping now, as I released the massive organ from its confines. Slowly I licked the long shaft and the underside of his massive balls. He became week in the knees and sat down on the bed, I positioned myself so that I could continue to pleasure him. I slowly took the head of his huge organ into my mouth and gently sucked. I found that I could apply more pressure and started taking more and more of him in until the tip of his cock was touching the back of my throat. I started to gag and pulled back, slowly I repeated until my throat relaxed. I couldn't get all of him in me, but he seemed to have no problem with what I could do because, he started to shake and moan and finally came in a flood that I quickly tried to swallow what I could. Some streamed out of the corner of my mouth and I caught the residual in a tissue from the nightstand. He pulled me up close to him and rested my head on his chest. I continued to slowly stroke his cock with my feminized hand. Seeing my hand, small and petite, with deep red nails, wrapped around his throbbing member, stroking him gently, made me think again about what I was doing. I kept on thinking that something was wrong, but there wasn't. He kissed me and whispered softly in my ear, "Now I want to give pleasure to you." He turned me over and gave me a pillow, which I tucked under my tummy. My bottom was raised in the air awaiting his advances. He reached down and unsnapped my teddy. My male organs, which had been pushed up, fell in the release of the snaps. He gently kissed my derriere and finally reached the small puckered hole that was to be my love canal. "Vicki your "pussy" is so tight, you must relax." Roger reached into his night stand draw and took out a tube of KY jelly. He lathered his cock and massaged my "vagina" with the slippery gel. Coming up behind me, he touched the head of his hard cock to my virgin opening. Slowly he entered me. At first there was considerable pain . Roger was slow and careful. As I began to open, he slowly entered me further and further. After about 5 minutes, I had opened enough that I could take in almost all of him. There was less pain and more pleasure. Roger slowly began to pump his steely rod in and out of my backside. I began to respond to his pumping. I was being "fucked" by a man and loving it. But it was not "fucking", but loving, as Roger was making love to me. I was the object of his sexual desire and I was giving myself totally to him. Our thrusts became more and more heated. I was screaming with lust. Asking him to push harder and faster, until finally both he and I exploded in a massive orgasm. I shivered for about 10 minutes and felt that I was coming and coming over and over again. Finally Roger pulled out of me and collapsed at my side. I huddled next to him still shivering and cooing with delight. That was the best sex that I could ever have imagined! Roger seemed equally pleased. I had made a little mess and also felt Rogers cum draining from my backside. I got up and went to the bathroom. I through a towel to Roger and went in to clean myself up. I washed off and looked at myself in the mirror. For now on I was a woman, and I was bound and determined to be Roger's woman. I undid my cincher and went into the dressing area and put on a cute little pink baby doll and matching bikini and climbed back into bed with Roger. He loved the fact that I dressed to please him. We cuddled and fell asleep in each others arms. The next morning I woke up resting on his shoulder. I woke him up by gently sucking him awake until he was rock hard in my mouth. He pulled down my panties and lifted my legs over his shoulders. Thank god I was limber, because he entered me facing him, with my legs over his arms. It didn't take long for him to cum and we both collapsed in a heap. We continued to play most of the morning. About 11:00 am we got up. Roger showered and shaved and went down stairs to take care of some chores, he wanted to go into town to buy a birthday present for Sandy, his eldest daughter. I got cleaned up to go out. I took a long shower and touched up any errant body hairs. I washed my hair and realized that I would have to set it after I had already gotten it wet. That was going to be interesting. Guess you have to learn sometime. I patted myself dry and dusted myself with some of the Lancome dusting powder that Marie had packed for me. I noticed how swollen and sensitive my nipples had become and was reminded to take my pills. I had a little morning sickness, but not too bad. Next was the part I didn't like. I put on my white corset and laced it tight. I had noticed that in the past couple of days, it had become a little easier to achieve the desired results and this corset was more elasticized than the others, but it was still no picnic. One hint I had found, if I crossed my arms, right over left and reached around and pushed my flesh together, I could form a quite substantial cleavage that would stay in place with the tension of the corset. I would put the smaller inserts into the C-cups of the corset. The inserts would be totally covered by the bra cups and the pressed together flesh of my chest would form around the top of the corset, giving me an even more feminine appearance. After I had everything in place, I fastened a pair of light tan stockings to the garters of the corset. A white lace pair of Vanity Fair panties completed my lingerie. I threw on a short terry robe and started my first attempt at cosmetics and hairstyling. I had a set of the flexible rollers that were self heating, I used some setting lotion and proceeded to set my hair into a cascade of curls in the back and left the front alone. I started my makeup and did a foundation coat as I had seen Gina apply at the salon. I was going to be in pinks for the day so I selected pink tones for my makeup. Blush and highlighting, pink to violet eyeshadows and plenty of mascara. I took lots of time with my lips, a dark pink liner, then a brighter ice pink to fill in my lips, blending carefully to achieve the perfect look that I desired. My face was done, then for the hair. I took out the rollers and saw that I had gotten the curls right, but was not sure what else to do. After experimenting for a while, I took a banana comb and pulled back my hair, after using a considerable amount of hairspray on the front I was satisfied at the look. I was very "cute", which was just what I wanted! Being that we were going to be shopping and in and out of the car, I chose a more casual outfit for the day. I put on a pretty pink sweater that was in a chain knit. It had large white buttons in the back and was cut with a deep V in the back and scoop neck in the front. The sweater was longer and I wore it with my white leather skirt and a wide white belt around the sweater. To finish the outfit I wore a pair of pink pumps that Marie had bought for me. They were "only" a 3" heal and were easier to walk around in. I put on a pretty gold necklace with a heart pendant and a matching gold ankle bracelet with a smaller pendant. I wore Marie's tennis bracelet that she had lent me and a gold ladies watch. I almost forgot my earrings when I checked myself in the mirror. I decided on a pair of gold and pink topaz drops that finished the look. Here I was a sexy young lady out for a day of shopping with her man. I went downstairs to find Roger just finishing up on the phone. He turned and saw me and was most impressed. "Vicki, you look sensational. I always wanted to date a sexy little co-ed, you fit the part." I put my arms around his big strong shoulders and gave him a kiss. "I love being your girlfriend, I never thought I would say that, but after last night, that's all I want." Roger kissed me again and held me close, "Vicki, I want to be with you, I enjoy your company. I have to be careful and know that we would be accepted by my family, friends and business associates. You must understand." I was a little taken back, but I understood. I needed to make sure that I had no slip-ups and was perfectly accepted as a total woman, if I was to be Roger's girl. I went upstairs and did a few final touch-ups to my makeup. I Sprayed on some Joy perfume and put everything I would need into my white purse. Now I know why women need such large purses. My large bag held everything! I went down stairs and Roger and I went out through the kitchen to the garage. I had not realized how big this house was, the kitchen was huge. I saw the family room and it was real big as well. Roger had a projection TV and a large leather seating area for viewing. We went into the garage and saw that Roger had a beautiful white Poreche Carrera convertable and a Mercedes. We got into the Poreche and went into town. The downtown area was very well-to-do. All boutique shops and small offices. We walked around and did some window shopping. I even did some shopping for myself. Roger was most pleased, I bought a beautiful white angora sweater dress with a cascade of jewels and sequins over the shoulders and a pair of black suede pumps with rhinestones covering the heal. I loved trying on all of the pretty things in the stores. Roger carried the bags and I put my arm through his and held him close to me. I had not felt this good in a long time, I hoped that everything would work out. We still had not found a gift for Sandy. We happened by a record shop and saw that they had tickets on sale for George Michael. Roger mentioned that Sandy would die for a chance to see a concert like this, but his business schedule would not allow him to go. I thought for a second and said, "Honey, Let me take her. You want to have things work out and I would like to have the opportunity to get to know your daughter better." He thought about it and said, "If Sandy and you get along, OK. She has had a hard time since her mother left and has not taken well to any of my female friends." I assured him that it would be alright and he finally said YES. I jumped up and kissed him. This was fun. We went in and bought five tickets, one for Sandy, one for me and three more for three of her girlfriends that she could invite. Roger still wanted to get a few more things for her birthday, he was so generous, I talked him into a beautiful set of gold earrings and a matching necklace. He also got her a new walkman to wear while she ran, she had just gotten into jogging. (He suspected that she was into running because she had the hots for the captain of the track team at her school.) We grabbed a quick bite of lunch. (I could only eat a small salad and a Perrier, all of the walking and my corset didn't agree with each other.) and we headed home. When we got home the phone was ringing, it was Roger's friend Alex. Alex and his wife Karen had tickets to the opera for that evening and the other couple that they were going with had a last minute problem and had to back out. Alex wondered if Roger wanted to come along. Roger replied, "Only if I can buy the other TWO tickets off of you, I would be bringing a date." Alex, knowing the problems that Roger had been having and wanting him to go out into the mainstream dating world again, was ectatic. "Of course that would be great, would you be able to join us for a late night dinner after the MET." Roger accepted the invitation and came into the living room to tell me. I was taken back. How could I prepare for an evening out, with people I didn't know, for a very formal night. The only formal evening wear I had was the strapless dress that Marie had packed for me and I wasn't ready to be seen in something like that. Roger hugged me and said, "Everything is alright. I have a friend name John who is gay and owns a local salon. We had a relationship some time ago and I know he would be most trustworthy." I didn't know about this, but before I could refuse, Roger was already on the phone to John setting up my appointment. They talked for a few minutes and after a few cryptic exchanges, Roger said goodbye and hung up. It's all set, he will see you before closing and seems very intrigued to meet you. I didn't know whether to be mad or what. How could he be so cavalier to believe that I would just go anywhere, I kept thinking to myself, if this is going to work, I was going to have to deal with it. Getting over my displeasure with Roger, he hurried me along to the car so I could make it to my appointment. We went back downtown to the same area we were shopping. In the middle of the shopping area was a very trendy salon called Reflections. Roger escorted me inside to meet John. John was a very effervescent individual and the greetings were all kisses and hugs. He escorted me inside to the main salon room and had me take a seat while he and Roger went inside to John's office. I was a little uptight and seeing Roger with John didn't help. I was actually jealous. I thought they had been lovers at one point, Roger was supposedly not into "MEN" as it were anymore. Roger came out and kissed me and said, "Everything will be fine dear, John and Sara will take care of you." I didn't feel much better and was pouting, John thought I was cute and kissed me on the forehead and said, "Be a good kitten and lets have some fun tonight. OK." I said Ok and kissed him goodbye. With that John came out and introduced me to his assistant Sara. I was their last appointment for the day and the other operators were just finishing up on their clients. I sat down at John's station and he began to play with my hair. John liked to talk and today was no exception, "Vicki, dearest, John has apparently gone gaga over you. I would love to know your secret, or I guess that's quite apparent, ha. Honey, you are quite some package, if I knew that this was what it would take to land Roger... well....but I could never carry it off as well as you have done." I was beginning to lighten up and laugh along with John. Just then Sara came in. She was very trendy with a severe short hairstyle and funky clothes. John introduced me and we talked. Sara washed my hair and brought me back to John's station where John finished his evaluation of what style I wanted. I explained to him that we were going out and I told him about my dress, he was quite excited about the fact that I was going to dare to go out dressed so boldly. He asked if I had ever thought to wear my hair up, I hadn't thought of it and said why not. He went to work. First he set my hair, saying that he felt that I should have a perm, but there wasn't time. He set it in tight curls and put me under the dryer. To save time Sara did my nails while I was under the dryer. I was wearing long gloves, but John was a perfectionist and said, "You must be prepared to show off what you got dear!" Sara used a hot pink polish to match my dress. When finished, She brought me back to John's station and he took the curlers out. Time was of the essence, Alex and Karen were picking us up in two hours. John was moving and talking a mile a minute, he was asking me about the opera we were seeing and I said, "I don't even know, everything was going so fast." John finished with my hair and started on my makeup. He was a master and found the perfect look for me. When done, I looked like a princess. My face was aglow in pinks and violets. My lips were pink and pouty, very kissable. My eyes were "doelike" and much more mature looking than I had done. I felt as if I had stepped off the cover of Vogue. My hair was upswept on one side and had soft bangs in the front. The back was braided and turned under and pinned in place, most feminine. I looked like a model. Just then Roger arrived. When he saw me, his jaw practically hit the ground. " He hugged me and kissed me and said I was a vision. John yelled at Roger, because he didn't want him to mess up my makeup. John did a few touchups to the damage Roger had caused and we were off. When we got home I ran upstairs to get dressed. I moved pretty good considering I was still wearing my pumps. I took off my clothes and put on my black bustier. I filled the cups with my smaller inserts and did my little exercise to push my cleavage together. Satisfied that I had succeeded, I hooked the final clasp and saw that I had achieved 23" without lacing, what a relief. I snapped the garters to a pair of beautiful black silk stockings that were seamed and had tiny rhinestone bows at the ankle. Straightening the seams, not an easy task, I put on a pair of lace panties that were a little more than a g-string. Satisfied that everything was in place, I took out my dress. It was beautiful, The bodice was black velvet and covered only slightly more than my bustier. The dress had a drop waist and a hot pink tiered skirt in organza and tulle. with a big pink organza bow at the hip. The skirt was short, shorter than tea length and also had an additional pink petticoat to keep its fullness. The dress had a side zip and with a little negotiating, I got it closed. I stepped into the petticoat and pulled it up. Adjusting myself, I turned and looked in the mirror. It was like a fairytale. I was a beautiful woman. My shoulders looked most delicate in comparison to any males that I could imagine. My coiffure was perfect for the overall look, of a sophisticated lady. The dress fit me like a glove and the cleavage that I had formed was quite apparent and emphasized by the bustier dress, which gave me a most feminine contour. The drop waist was most figure flattering. The skirt was adorable and fulled out by the petticoat. I stepped into my new black suede pumps. They fit perfectly, I loved seeing the rhinestone heels and the little rhinestone bows on the back of my ankles. I went into the bedroom to see Roger getting dressed in his tuxedo. I was so hot, I wanted to make love right there, but there was no time. Roger took one look at me and I knew he was thinking the same thing I was. But Alex and Karen were to be there any minute. He said, "You are the most beautiful creature, but I have something that would make you even more beautiful. He went to the vault behind a picture on the bedroom wall. He took out a small jewelry case and opened it for me. Inside were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I pair of diamond drop earrings and a diamond necklace. I turned around and Roger put the necklace on me and I fastened the earrings to my lobes. There must have been 50 carats of diamonds! Roger kissed my neck and whispered romantic things in my ear. I wanted him right then, but I knew I would have to wait. What a little vixen I was turning into. I took out the long black gloves that went with the dress, after some maneuvering I got them on, I was thinking, what alot a woman has to go through to be beautiful. I sprayed on lots of Halston Night and put Marie's tennis bracelet around my gloved wrist, after all diamonds are a girl's best friend. As I was doing the final touchups, the doorbell rang. It was Alex and Karen. Roger got the door and asked them in for a drink. I made a proper entrance down the stairs and was introduced to our guests. Alex was a very handsome swarthy type, particularly in his dark tux. Karen was beautiful. She wore a Midnight blue dress that was backless and dotted with rhinestones. The dress was short with large puffy sleeves and had a lace bodice that was cut in a deep-V to her waist. She wore very high matching pumps with ankle straps and dark blue stockings. Her hair was auburn and she wore it in a matching deep blue bow. We said our hello's and they immediately opened up to me and were quite warm. Karen and I hit it off wonderfully, she was delightful. after one drink, we were off. Alex had his BMW, the girls sat in the back and the boys in the front. we were two furry things in the back seat, me in Marie's mink and Karen in her beautiful sable. We chatted the whole way about everything and nothing. I couldn't believe that I could be so conversant in womanly issues. I've read alot of Cosmo in the last few days. Karen was very active in local affairs, she was on the PTA and was a member of the local woman's club. She was Alex's second wife. Their children were his by his first wife who died of cancer. She loves the children as if they were her own. I had thought she was young to have a high school aged boy and two younger girls. I found out she was only 28 and had married Alex when she was 24. She wondered if I had met Rogers children yet, I had not, she assured me that I would find the twins totally darling and Sandy difficult. "She is the most beautiful 14 year old young lady you have ever met. But she is stubborn and strong-minded. She is having a difficult time with her mother leaving and because of her looks is also more apt to be hanging around with older kids, Roger's worried about her." I told Karen about the birthday present we got her and how I was taking her to the concert. She thought that was great and could help considerable in Sandys' acceptance of me, she said, "That's particularly important because I get the feeling Roger wants you to hang around for a while." We talked the whole way into the city and practically until we were in our seats at the opera. I finally snapped out of it when we checked our coats. Here I was, in a beautiful strapless dress, looking quite provocative, attending the opera on the arm of a most attractive man. I loved looking around at all of the other women and what they were wearing. I found myself to even be kind of competitive with them. It was a mixed crowd. Some people were dressed rather casually. I made a comment to Karen about the general attire and she replied, "I wish things were as they were years ago, this type of evening used to be where everyone dressed up. It sort takes some of the fun out of it." I agreed with her. The opera began, it was La Traviata. I had never seen an opera before. Placedo Domingo was the lead male and he was wonderful. I found myself looking at men differently now. I was seeing him as a woman would see him. He was most sensual in his role. The opera was wonderful. I thoroughly enjoyed it. We left the MET and went across town to a restaurant on 2nd Ave. It was a pretty little French bistro. We sat at a table and enjoyed wine and cheese and a lite dinner. The conversation was stimulating the company was wonderful. We left at almost 2am. Roger was serenading me as we walked to the car. Karen and I laughed as Alex and Roger made fools of themselves. I fell asleep in the back of the car, huddled up against Roger while he played with my hair and occasionally kissed my forehead on the way home. Karen and Alex said goodnight as they dropped us off. We all kissed and hugged and then Roger said that we should all meet at the club in the late morning for a game of double. Karen and Alex seemed game. I was too tired to disagree. We went upstairs, Roger carrying me across the threshold as it were and dropped me on the bed. I was tired, but noticing the bulge in Rogers pants, I was always eager to please. He pulled me to him and unzipped my dress, which fell to the floor. Dressed fully in my bustier, stockings, panties and heals, he was a wild man with me. He lifted me to the edge of the bed took off my panties and lifted me to his awaiting cock. In a steady, pulsing series of thrusts he entered me, standing while I was lifted to him off the bed. I wrapped my legs around him, kicking my heals off to gain a firmer hold. He lifted me completely off the bed and brought me to him while he turned himself to sit on the bed. I was sitting on his steely rod facing him, sucking his tongue and licking and sucking his nipples, with his manhood buried deep inside of me. Lustfully kissing him, caressing him, riding his organ. He lifted me and pushed me down further onto him using me as a piston for his desire. My silk clad legs wrapped around him gripping his every pulse. My gloved hands caressing him as he kissed and licked my neck and breasts. Finally I felt him tense as he came deep into me. I felt the warmth of him flowing into my body. It was ecstasy. We collapsed, exhausted and satiated, our sexual desires fulfilled... for the moment. He slowly shrank inside of me and my body relaxed releasing him. Too exhausted to get up, we slept as we were. I fell in love that night. The next morning I got up first. I took a shower and fixed my hair and makeup. Marie had bought me a flesh colored cincher that had a little more give to it. I got out a padded bra, noticing that my chest had developed enough that I didn't require anything else to be just about a B-cup. I put it on and threw on an exercise outfit Marie had packed. It was a yellow french leotard with a black exercise panty and black tank top. I wore my black tights and aerobic shoes. I went down stairs and turned on the workout show on the television in the family room. After a brisk, 20 minute workout. I put on some coffee and made a lite breakfast for Roger and myself. He came down in his robe and gave me a hug and a kiss. I gave him some coffee and handed him his morning paper. He made a wisecrack about what a good wife I would be, for which I retaliated by showing him. I climbed beneath the table came up under the newspaper and gave him what he later called the best blowjob he ever had. "Maybe that would prove what kind of wife I would be," I thought brazenly to myself. Roger smiled and went upstairs to get changed. He threw on his running gear and we went out for a quick run. I couldn't keep up with him and mocked him out for being so macho as he tried to egg me on. We walked back to the house and got freshened up to play tennis. Marie had bought me the cutest tennis dress. It was a short white dress, with wide straps over the shoulders that crossed and buttoned in the back. It had a curt pleated skirt with pink ribbon trim at the hem. I wore my cincher with the small inserts and the ruffled tennis panties that came with the outfit. I tied my hair up in an eyelet ribbon that Marie had packed along with the dress and put on my tennies and a pair of pink trimmed ladies tennis socks. I looked darling in the outfit, hopefully my tennis would suffice. Thank god Karen wasn't much better than I was. We played doubles for a while and then let the men play a set of singles. Karen and I went to the clubhouse and sat down in the players lounge. She was quiet all morning and didn't seem to want to talk as she had the night before. Finally she turned to me and said, "Vicki, I know who you are. Or at least what you are, and you are not the beautiful girl that you would have everyone believe you are, come straight with me." OH MY GOD! She knows, what was I to do, I felt like running, where would I go. She saw me panic and sat next to me to console me. She knew who I was and still was being nice to me. "Vicki, don't be afraid, I'm not going to tell on you or anything. I was just, well, surprised when I figured out the kind of girl you are. A while ago, Roger was going through a period where he was seeing men. He tried to keep it from Alex and me, but he wasn't as discrete then as he is now. I think he was more confused than truly desirous of other guys. With you though he seems happy. He has not been happy for a couple of years. I want him to be happy and not getting hurt again. Do you understand." I did understand and was very confused. I didn't want to hurt Roger, but if Karen could read me, others could as well. I told her the whole story, from the beginning. The guys were playing a few more games, so we had time. Karen just sat there listening, I had no idea what she was thinking. When I was finished she sat for a second and then said, "Vicki, I honestly believe that you care about Roger and would never consciously hurt him in any way. But I believe that you need a little more time to fully develop as a woman, both physically and mentally before you can accept a role as close as you seem to be moving with Roger. He is vulnerable right now and is susceptible to any form of affection. I will help you make this transition, but you need to slow down and guarantee me that you will do everything in your power to protect him from any harm." I looked at her and was crying. I agreed and she hugged me. I don't know how she really felt about me, I guess I still needed to earn her respect, but I wanted it badly and realized that she cared and wanted for Roger to get over the marriage problems that he had been having and to lead a normal life. She took out a tissue and dried my tears. I went into the ladies room and fixed my makeup, my crying had caused my mascara to run, I looked like Tammy Fae. After I was reorganized we went back out to the courts and met the boys. I felt uncomfortable but knew that I would have to put on a proper front. The guys went in to get freshened up and we grabbed some lunch at the club. We said our goodbyes there and I reconfirmed my promise to Karen. When we returned home, Roger sensed something was wrong, I was hesitant at first to tell him and said I had alot to think about. We had no other plans for the day, so I went upstairs and changed into a pair of jeans and a sweater. I thought about what Karen had said to me and realized that she had not told me to hold back from telling Roger about what we discussed. I came back downstairs, Roger wanted to play, I was not in the mood. I sat down on the couch with him and told him of my conversation with Karen. He was upset, he had no idea that I would be read, he didn't even think of it. (Which was foolish on both of our parts.) And agreed with what Karen had said. We agreed that we would only date until I was more comfortable with my new role and then would decide if it should go any further. We sat in each others arms for what must have been hours. I got up and fixed a lite dinner of salad, soup and some cheese and fruit and we went to bed early. We didn't make love that night and just fell asleep in each others arms. We got up early the next morning. Rogers mother was bringing the girls over and He had to get into a meeting early. I got up before 5:30 and got into the shower. I noticed how my nipples had grown in the past few days and how swollen my breasts were. I decided not to wear the breast forms today. I put on my cincher and fastened the hooks at the tightest point. Pushing everything into place, I found my form becoming much more feminine, my hips were fuller and my breasts were enlarged with areolae the size of silver dollars and my nipples were erect and blossoming like rosebuds on my chest. I was going into the city to meet Marie at the office before I was to visit the doctor today and was to dress appropriately. I put on a pair of suntan pantyhose, sheer to the waist, and my ivory cami and tap pants. I didn't even wear a bra. The cami was too snug for me to wear with my padding, without it fit perfectly. I had a very feminine shape, almost a B-cup without any help. I was very happy with my progress. I sat down at the dressing table and took the towel off my head. After about half an hour of blow drying my hair and using a curling iron, I was pleased with the look. Quite business like. I took a large black bow-clip and gathered the back into the clip. I loved the feeling of the bow in my hair. I did my makeup. The requisite foundation, today softer than I had been wearing, I used alot of powder. A blusher and a little coverup for under my eyes. I used a lighter pink to gold shadow and my usual amount of mascara, liner and a final clear mascara coat. I did my lips in a more subdued red, bordering on a burgundy and since I had some time, I did my nails in a matching color. Today I was going to wear my grey suit. Marie had packed for me a beautiful cream silk blouse with faux pearl buttons down the back and a high collar. The sleeves were gathered high on the wrists and the blouse had three button cuffs, also in faux pearls. The suit had a tailored jacket with a moderate peplum to the single breasted jacket. The skirt was business length, tapered, with a slit up the back. I put on the blouse and had to have Roger help me with the buttons. I decided to wear a half slip and put it on. The skirt was snug, but the slit allowed for movement. With the skirt, I wore a 2" wide grey reptile print belt and a pair of matching Charles Jordan cut away pumps with a 3 1/2" heal. Faux pearl drop earring jackets with my real pearl studs, and my 20" pearl necklace. I wore a small bracelet an a gold Cartier watch. I felt I was set for the day. It was almost 7:15 and we had to catch the 7:45 train, I went outside to wait for Roger at the car not wanting to be there when the girls arrived. I saw Rogers mothers car drive up and the girls get out. The twins were adorable, they were so cute in their matching school dresses. Sandy got out and I saw what Karen meant. She was wearing a grey stone washed denim skirt and a pair of matching pumps. She wore a black sweater with leather patches and tassels. Her hair was long and blonde, almost to her waist. She was obviously quite well developed for her age and the tight sweater definitely showed her attributes. I heard them go inside and talk to Roger. From the sound of his voice, he was obviously happy to see them. There was a pause in the conversation and all of a sudden I heard Roger come out to me and say, "Vicki, I want you to meet my mother and my daughters." I didn't know what to say. I thought Roger wanted to hold off and slow things down. I hesitantly went into the kitchen and met the girls and Rogers mother, "Ladies, this is Victoria Escovar a business associate of mine, who is also a friend, we are riding into the city today together and I wanted to introduce you." Both Mrs. Colter and the twins were most gracious, Sandy was a little stand-offish but was not rude. I introduced myself and reminded Roger that we had a train to catch. I could see if I was going to have any chance of having a relationship with Roger and his family, I had a lot of work to do. We took the train into the city, it was an uneventful ride. Roger hailed a cab at Grand central and dropped me off at Marie's office. I had forgotten that this was also MY office, or at least John's office. Roger told me to relax and not to worry, he said I looked great, no one would know. He kissed me goodbye and said he would call me later. I said goodbye and entered the lobby of the building. I went over to the phone in the lobby and saw people I knew at the newsstand. I began to get nervous as I called Marie. She was not very understanding and said I should come up to the reception desk to meet her. I hesitantly got on the elevator and saw Larry one of the traffic managers for the agency standing there with a couple of other people. I got on the elevator and thought that Larry was undressing me with his eyes. He had a reputation for being a leach, but until you've experienced it as a woman, you do not know what the word means.I went into the reception area and saw Lisa, the receptionist. She was, as unusual, a knockout, dressed in a cute short black sheath dress, but a real bubble head. She asked who I was going to see, and I told her Marie. She asked me to take a seat while she paged her. I sat down and crossed my legs. It took some time for Marie to come out for me. I must of been looked over by half the men in the agency. I hoped it was because of my looks, not because they were trying to figure out where they had met me before. Marie finally came out and was quite pleased with my appearance, "You look wonderful Victoria, I have to show you around the agency." I thought Marie was doing this to unnerve me. I was not going to let her. I reluctantly took my purse and followed Marie around while she introduced me to everyone I already knew. She made a point of saying that I was interviewing for the Junior A.E. position next week at the new creative group. I seemed to pass the test until I got to the studio. I had worked there for over a year and Marie took her time to show me around. I just wanted to get out of there. Finally she introduced me to Kim, the girl I had worked next to for so long. Kim was always kind of aloof with me, I thought she was a Lesbian, although she was always well dressed and very pretty, not the butch type, she was not very close to any men that I knew of. Kim was most glad to meet me and was very conversant, I think she said more words to me today than she had ever said before. Marie left me in the studio while she took a call. Kim kept talking to me and started questioning me if she had known me before, I assured her that she hadn't and was getting a bit nervous until Marie came back and rescued me. Noticing Kim's attraction to me, Marie said, "You two girls seem to get along, why don't you grab lunch together this week. I'm sure Vicki would love to have a friend in town and you two i'm sure have alot in common." How could she do this, Marie was putting me in particularly difficult situations on purpose. What was this, some kind of test? I said a halfhearted goodbye to Kim and Marie and I left to go to the doctors. I had a ten o'clock appointment and was a little late. The nurse brought me into the examining room and asked me to remove my clothes and put on a dressing gown while I waited for the Doctor. I had no idea what Marie had planned for me now. I was uncomfortable in the cold room and did not have much solace exposing myself in this feminized state to another person. Dr. Tullis came in, she was very clinical and did not have the greatest bedside manner. She put me up into stirrups and poked and prodded all around my groin. She examined my breasts and felt all over my neck and back. She then had the nurse prepare several injections, most of which were given in my backside. Upon finishing her examination, she asked me to get dressed and join her and Marie in her office. I knocked on the office door and entered the office. Marie and Dr. Tullis had been talking for some time. Dr. Tullis got right to the point. "Victoria, you are an excellent candidate for reassignment. We are going to start the procedures in the next few months. You will be on increased dosages of hormones until you are prepared for reassignment surgery. I expect that this is what you want?" I was shocked that they were talking surgery. I thought about what I had promised to Marie, what I promised Karen, the fact that I was falling in love with Roger. My present physical appearance, and what would happen to me if I said no. I looked at Marie and then at Dr. Tullis and said, YES. Marie came over and hugged me and said, "Vicki, honey, you will never regret this decision." I wasn't sure about surgery, but, considering everything that had happened, I was prepared to become a woman in every way. (To be continued) --