By Robyn Smith
The job that I had landed, was in an office which now had a total of twelve employees. Out of that twelve, the other eleven were all women. These women tried their best to drive me insane, or so I thought.
They would sit in the office for hours on end, discussing pregnancy, childbirth, fashions and what was wrong with women's clothing styles. On the clothing style conversations, it seemed that the knee length skirts, pantyhose and uncomfortable shoes were their favorite topics. I even opted to throw in a few comments during these conversations, just to pick on the girls.
I usually just sat at my desk and kept my mouth shut, wishing that I too could join in on more of the conversations, especially since I probably knew as much as they did about clothes and shoes, women's in particular. But for now, I would have to be content with the occassional digs here and there, otherwise I would run the risk of giving myself away and possibly losing my job in the process.
I have been into crossdressing since my childhood, but had chosen to remain in the closet most of my life. I had come out to a couple of close friends, or what I thought were friends, and in both cases had the whole thing blow up in my face. As a result of these earlier coming out efforts, I had lost two valuable friends along with the friendship shared between my wife and theirs.
I had just about completely given up on the idea of coming out, when the office manager came in one morning and announced that the office was going to have a small contest to see who could come up with the best costume for Halloween, which was coming up next month. That meant that I had about four weeks in which to come up with an idea that would suffice. The only stipulation that was placed on the costume design, was that it had to be conducive to a general office atmosphere. In other words, no hookers and no Lady Godiva outfits. That also precluded my Adam and Eve ideas along with the cave man.
I poured over quite a few ideas during the next couple of days and ended up drawing a blank, so I turned the planning problem over to my wife one morning, as I headed out the door on my way to work.
When I returned home that evening, my wife met me at the door and informed me that she had already taken care of the costume for me. I was both impressed and a bit surprised by her announcement. When I asked what she had in mind, she just said that I would get a chance to try it on as soon as I got out of the shower, and that she would get everything out that I would need while I bathed.
I felt so relaxed and playful during that shower, that for some unknown reason, I also decided to shave - completely. The idea of trying on her costume, had for some reason, had the same affect on me that you would expect from a child, this whole evening was taking on a feeling of magic.
As I crawled out of the shower and dried off, I found my wife, Laura, sitting on the foot of the bed watching for me through the bathroom door. As I finished drying off, she came in, complemented me on the closeness and thoroughness of my shaving, and began giving me a massage as she applied the skin lotion she knew I liked so well. All the while, telling me how sexy she felt whenever I shaved for her in this manner. She hated body hair with a passion. It was all I could do to maintain control.
When she was done with the lotion, she invited me to step into the bedroom and try on the costume. When I walked in, I found that she had laid out one of my favorite dresses, along with all of the trimmings. I gave her a loving smile and thanked her from the bottom of my heart. I hadn't had the nerve to settle on an idea like this, on my own. I had honestly thought about it, but dismissed it just as quickly because of the earlier two attempts at coming out.
I got into the outfit and Laura helped with the makeup, while telling me that, by the time the contest rolled around, I would have to have the makeup thing down pat so that I could take care of it myself. Otherwise, the whole thing would be a bust.
During the month that followed, I could be found at home most evenings, dressed and practicing for the upcoming contest. I wanted to give the best impression I could. On a couple of occassions, we even went out to dinner and shopping, just to help build my confidence around strangers. During that same month, we also found that our sex lives had improved beyond our wildest dreams.
The evening before the contest, I explained to Laura that I would need to make sure I had a change of clothes in the car with me, so that I could change as soon as the contest was over with. And with that explanation, I proceeded to pack a complete change of male clothes into an old briefcase of mine and put it in the car, behind the driver's seat, so that I wouldn't forget it the next morning.
When I returned to the house, Laura presented me with a brand new outfit for the office and said that it would probably be more appropriate than the original one, especially for the first time. I didn't really know what she meant by "the first time" comment, so I just let it pass and didn't think any more about it. I just got into a nightgown and into bed so I could dream about the reactions I would get.
On the morning of the contest, I got out of bed a bit earlier, showered, shaved and began my magic transformation. My heart was beating at a mile a minute every time I thought about the idea of actually showing up at work, dressed like this. What would the other women say? At least they too would be in costume and I could laugh at them just as much as they laughed at me.
When I got to work, I found that I was the first one there. I let myself in and started the coffee pot, according to the wall clock, I was over a half hour early. About ten minutes later, in walked Jenny, one of the data entry girls. Jenny just glanced at me and said, "Good Morning, Wendy, you look very pretty this morning."
Two things struck me, right off the bat, first of all, Jenny wasn't wearing a costume, nor was she even carrying one, secondly, how did she know my femme name was Wendy? Had I slipped up here at the office or what?
A few minutes later, in comes Sandy - same thing, similar greeting and complement, no costume and she too called me by my femme name. I was beginning to smell a rat somewhere. One of them accidently guessing my femme name might be a coincidence, but two in a row....No way. Within the next fifteen minutes all of the rest of the girls had arrived and in almost every case, the morning greetings were similar and in every case, no costume. Now I knew something was up.
Not knowing how to breech the subject, I just chose to remain at my desk until the morning break, and hope that one of them would spill the beans. Then when the break finally rolled around, I would simply go to the car, get my clothes and change. I sat and I sat ....Nothing. All morning they treated me just like one of the girls, nothing more, nothing less. I was invited into their girl talk and they even brought me coffee, just like they always did for each other.
As the morning break finally rolled around, the office manager, Janice, came in and made another announcement. She said that since I was the only one to show up in costume, I obviously had won the contest. She also commented on how nice it was to once again have the whole office staff in dresses and heels. She said it looked much more professional that way.
My prize, for winning the contest, was to be allowed to continue to wear whatever I wanted to the office for as long as I continued to work there, and that when I was dressed in this manner, I would be addressed by my femme name, when I chose to come in in my male persona, I would be addressed as "Stan". She then added that she personally hoped that I would remain as Wendy. That was when it dawned on me, that she had never said what the prize for winning this contest would be, until now.
With that announcement, all of the girls in the office came walking over to my desk and informed me that they had another surprise for me. As I turned around to look in the direction the were facing, in walked Laura, my mischeivious wife, carrying a package with a small card attached. Upon reading the card, I saw that it was a birthday card and served to remind me that my birthday was only a week away. When I opened the package, I found a coffee mug that had the name "Wendy" on it.
By this time, I was completely embarrassed and just wanted to shrink into the woodwork. I made the necessary rounds and thanked everybody, then walked out to the car to get the briefcase. After all, it was bad enough that they found out, but then to have them go to such an elaborate setup, just to embarrass me, that was too much.
As I walked to the car, I was joined by Laura, who explained that I had apparently slipped up during a few of these office conversations by having too much information for a man, and one of the girls had put two and two together. Once she had figured out that I was interested in getting into their pants, literally, she shared her observations with the other girls. At first nothing was said, due to the fact that they didn't have anything concrete on which to base their findings, only suspicion.
Then one day, about three months ago, I had dressed the night before, and had not gotten all of my fingernail polish off, and one of the girls spotted it. That was all the confirmation they needed. It also seems that one of the girls is a close friend of Laura's from back when they were in High School together, she called Laura one evening, and the plan began to develop from there.
The contest, needless to say, had been a hoax from the beginning, and I had been the target. I hadn't noticed that, during the two weeks before the contest announcement, all of the girls had been called into Janice's office one by one. During those sessions, each had been asked their opinion and whether or not they had any objections. Any objection at all would have been enough to squelch the deal and keep things status quo. Obviously, not the first objection was raised, as a matter of fact, all of the girls were emphatically in favor of the idea. Apparently they had each found their own personal reasons for accepting me as me, and not as who they, or society, thought I should be.
Still being embarrassed, I walked Laura to her car and bid her farewell, then I went to mine. I opened the door, reached in to get the briefcase and.........nothing, the briefcase was missing. I stood there stunned, realizing that I was now trapped into wearing this outfit all day. I found that idea tantalizing, but still, being embarrassed about being setup and found out, I had a hard time accepting it.
The idea of going home to change was out of the question, since I lived over and hour away. That meant that such a trip would mean taking at least the next three hours off, and our finances hadn't rebuilt yet to the point that I could do that either. About that time, I glanced up and spotted Laura pulling out of the parking lot, she was laughing and smiling from ear to ear....and what was that thing she was holding in her hand.....MY BRIEFCASE?????
I returned to the office and was immediately called into Janice's office. During this meeting, I was asked, point blank, if I would be interested in making this somewhat permanent or not. If I was interested, the necessary arrangements would be made, including a new name sign for my desk. If not, then I would be free to return to my normal self, tomorrow. In the mean time, I was to take the rest of the day, spend it as Wendy, and arrive at an honest evaluation before I went home that evening. I was even given a third option of swapping personas from time to time, if I wanted.
I didn't have the heart to tell Janice, right then and there, that I had already made up my mind, and that Wendy was going to become a permanent fixture around the office, I made her wait until quitting time. The biggest problem was, how could Wendy bring her husband to the office parties that were held from time to time??? The solution to that problem will have to be discussed later, especially about the upcoming Christmas Party.