The New Job By Kathy Harrison 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.

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 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? 

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