Shift in Hierarchy - Suzy's Sissy

By: Bea

"You CAN'T be serious Suze." I laughed. "Wear THESE things?"
Her slate blue eyes locked onto mine. "Of course I'm serious. Why wouldn't I
be?"
"These are WOMEN'S panties". I explained. I can't wear THEM."
"Of course you can. S'easy." She explained slowly, as if to an idiot. "Take
your shoes off. Take your pants off. Take your jockey's off. Put these panties
on. Put your pants and shoes back on. Won't take more than what? Ninety
seconds?"

I looked at the pair of lace edged, light blue, satin panties she was holding
out towards me. Shook my head.
"But WHY? I don't understand."
She shrugged. "What's to understand? I want you to wear them. Isn't that
enough?"
"But ... They're WOMEN"s." I repeated.
"OH MY!" she answered sardonically. "Being a woman myself, I'd never have
known that. Now that you've explained that to your satisfaction, would you
hurry up? You'll be late for work."

I stared stupidly at her. "You want me to wear these all day?"
"Well, yes. That's about what I want." She answered. "But - tell you what?
I'll make you a deal. Put them on just now. When I come to pick you up for
lunch, I'll bring you a pair of your jockey's. You can change back. How does
that sound?"

"I still don't understand." I mumbled, starting to untie my shoe laces.
Promise?"
"Would you hurry up for goodness sake! Yes, YES. I promise." she snarled
impatiently. "Now, would you get your panties on?"

Less than a minute later, I stood wearing only my shirt and socks, and the
panties. Suzy smiled.
"See? that wasn't so hard, was it? Now lift your shirt tail. Let me see how
they look on."
Blushing, I did as she said. She laughed. "MY, you look so CUTE. Turn around
for me. OH, how pretty! Is that a teeny erection I see? Yes it IS!" She
patted my right buttock gently. "And you FEEL so satiny-smooth as well. But we
can't stand around here all day admiring your panties, can we now? Get the rest
of your clothes back on, and I'll get you to work."

"I could drive myself Suze. Honest." I offered this suggestion a minute or so
later as I re-tied my shoelaces.
"I'm sure you could." she said, kindly enough. "But I don't want you driving.
I've told you that a number of times, have I not?"
"But it's SO inconvenient for you dear," I argued mildly. "and I mean, I drove
myself for years and years."
"Yes dear. I know. But just get your little pantied tush into the car, eh? I
really don't know how many times I have to tell you..."

A note of impatience was starting to show clearly in her voice so I hurried a
little bit to do as she said.

It didn't take long to get to the office. Suzy got out of the car and opened my
door for me. Gave me a long, slow, parting kiss - right out where all the girls
inside could see. As usual, I was the last one in. The five ladies gave me
deferential smiles as I walked through to my office. "Good Morning Mr. Smith."
they chorused. I gave them a small smile and went past Janice my secretary with
a short wave.
"Your coffee's on your desk sir." she said.
"Thanks Janice." I said.

The morning passed without incident. I did my crosswords in the paper and read
the women's section from the beginning word to the last - my wife quizzed me on
the contents just about every night now, and really berated me for being a
sexist if I couldn't describe what the women's viewpoint was on a day to day
basis. At the same time, I was very conscious of my new underwear. What did
Suzy have in her mind, I wondered often. She had been acting strangely for some
time now. Somehow, I had lost all driving privileges - she chauffeured me
everywhere. On top of that, I wasn't allowed any money - she took care of all
my expenses. Naturally, she'd taken all of my credit cards as well.

Nervously, I wondered what she was doing. Had the feeling that some sort of
confrontation was called for. Just knew that I would have to be VERY particular
as to the time I picked for it - Suzy was becoming more and more self-confident
these days. I was also beginning to wonder if any type of confrontation could
possibly be to my advantage - I seemed to be getting more and more settled in my
role as subordinate to her.

I was quite surprised when Janice notified me that my wife was waiting for me in
the parking lot. A quick glance at the clock showed that it was the usual time.
Quickly, I hurried out to the car. Suzy had been ready to start a commotion
one time when she thought I'd been too slow. Felt I wasn't showing her the
proper respect. She smiled at me as I got there though and held my door open
for me. Gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as I slid into the car. Shut the
door after me, then went around to the driver side and got in behind the wheel.
Started the engine and pulled away.
"Good afternoon darling." she said "Have a nice morning?"
"Fair." I said in reply.
"Manage to finish the crossword, or did you need Janice to finish it for you
today?"
"Did it myself." I said huffily. "Did you bring them?"
"Bring what?"
"My underpants Suze. Please don't tell me you forgot?"

"No. I didn't forget. I just decided not to bring them."
"But you PROMISED! You DID."
She shrugged. "Yes. I know. I just broke my promise. That's all."
"Oh Suze. That's not fair!" I whined.
"Oh fair - shmare! Who gives a shit! I want you to wear nice pretty panties,
and that's all there is to it. Just stop your complaining and think about what
you're going to make me for lunch. I'm getting peckish."

She had me wear a new frillier apron than normal while I made and served the
crab salad she decided on for our meal.
"It's awfully girlish Suzy." I said, noting the large ties as I created a large
puffy bow at the back - just the way she likes it.
"But it looks so pretty on you. I was sure you'd like something on the outside
to match your frilly undies. You do, don't you? I mean, I bought it specially
for you this morning, and you wouldn't want to disappoint me by not liking it,
would you?"
And after I admitted, blushingly, that she was absolutely correct, she had me
twirl around a few times to show how nicely it ballooned around me, and how
'prettily' I could smile to show my appreciation.

After I rinsed the dishes off and got them into the dishwasher, she had me wash
out some of her undies, then hang them out to dry on a line outside - she
prefers them 'air-dried'. I'm almost positive that she had deliberately placed
the line where anyone using it could be seen by the neighbors - and she always
seemed to have me use it when I was wearing an apron - especially if it was one
of my frillier ones.
"You can give them a touch up with an iron when you get home tonight." She
commented dryly when I returned from hanging them outside.

I looked at my watch. "It's about time I got back to the office dear."
She smiled. "I know. Must keep up appearances, mustn't we? But sweetheart? Do
you really think you're needed there? I mean, it's not as if you DO anything
but sit around. If you stayed at home, there's all sorts of ways I could make
you useful - you being such a good little housewife."

I blushed. "That's mean, Suzy! I'm needed for approval of a lot of
documents..."
"Oh TUSH dear! Don't be so silly! Janice could do your job long before you
ever got there. What makes you think that you're needed? Sit there in your
mother's old office as if you were in charge..."
"Well I am!" I remonstrated.
"Sure you are dear." She said consolingly. "I mean, if you weren't there, who'd
do the crossword? Who'd the girl's have to laugh at? You're comic relief for
the women there, that's all. Now don't start to cry! You know how I hate to see
you get all weepy!"
"I'm not!" I argued, but was contradicted by one tear that spilled down my
cheek.

"I'm sorry sweetie." Suzy said, coming to me and pulling me into her embrace.
But you are just turning into such a woman. Frilly aprons. Satin panties.
Crying when your feelings get hurt. I mean, how am I supposed to treat you?"

"But it's YOU that makes me wear these things!" I protested.
"Is that so!" she retorted. "Well come along with me then!" she said,
disengaging herself from me and pulling me into the hallway where she'd laid her
purse down.

As I watched nervously, she picked it up, and rummaged inside.
"Here sissy!" She said, holding something out to me. "Put some of this on."
"What's that?" I asked, backing away carefully.
"Just a little perfume to make you smell nice - like a sissy should. I'm sure
you want to try some, just for me? I'm not forcing you or anything. I just
think if you love me, you'll want to put just a teeny weeny drop on? Just for
me? Please?"

Horrified, I gazed helplessly at her. "Please Suzy. Please don't?"
She took another two steps towards me. Smiled sweetly, held the tiny bottle out
towards me. "C'mon sissy. You want to do it for old Suze, don't you? Make her
happy and proud of you? C'mom. Be a good little sissy."

And mockingly she watched as I took the perfume and applied a tiny amount to the
back of my ears. At her raised eyebrows when I tried to hand it back to her, I
applied some more - just minute smears - to the hollow at the base of my neck
and my wrists.
"Now isn't that nice? Sissy putting on her very own perfume? I didn't make you
either, did I Sissy?" she said, just a hint of taunting in her voice.

I shook my head, face down.
"Put it on, all by yourself - just to please your mistress, eh?"
I nodded again.
"Like you put your pretty panties on this morning, eh?
This time she didn't wait for my response, just laughed raucously then tugged on
my arm. "Well c'mon then sissy. Got to get you to your important work! Get
your frilly apron off. Got to look like a MAN going to work. HUP two three
four! HUP two three four! C'mon now!"

Back in the parking lot, she put me through the same humiliation as before,
treating me like the 'little woman' being left by her husband. Opening my door.
Helping me out of the car. Taking me in her arms and kissing me hard, her
tongue probing my mouth - peeking just a little to make sure that I bent my
right knee backwards as she did so. Patting me ostentatiously and firmly on the
backside.

Blushing, I made my way through the office, desperately hoping that the miasma
of perfume had left me. Somehow, from one or two sidelong glances transmitted
from the girls to each other, I didn't think so.

That afternoon I pondered about my situation. Suzy, though cruel, had been
correct. I was a figurehead in the office. I knew it and, worse, I was certain
that the girls there knew it as well. I could pretend all I wanted to, but the
facts were obvious. The place practically ran itself. Inwardly I cursed my
laziness. I could have - should have - learned all there was to know about the
business after my mother had passed away, but had been too much of a pompous ass
to put myself in the position of a trainee. Hadn't thought it 'proper' that a
man should admit ignorance of anything to a bunch of women.

But the question of my competence was no longer the issue. Suzy seemed to have
determined that I was some sort of toy - a 'doll' toy, I admitted bitterly. One
to be dressed or undressed at some childish whim. Panties were embarrassing
but, well, ok. Couldn't be seen, and actually felt quite nice. Admittedly,
they couldn't very well be explained away if it was ever discovered that I was
wearing them, but the chances of that were slim. Maybe, if I just went along
with Suzy, she'd get over this fad. Get back to normal.

But even these musings were wrong. Just before quitting time, Suzy called and
left a message that she wouldn't be able to pick me up. But, she asked, didn't
Eunice, the office girl live fairly close to us, and didn't she drive her own
car, and did I think she'd mind...?

Eunice was thrilled. She was the most junior employee. A blonde, quite pretty.
Not any great amount of brain power. Rather feminine. I'd heard rumors that
she was the 'girl' half of a lesbian relationship, but had never seen any
evidence to support or refute this.

I couldn't believe it though, when she walked around her car and opened the door
for me. "I see your wife do this for you all the time. It's SO cute!" she
gushed. "You're just like a pair of lovebirds, kissing and hugging every day.
SO romantic!"

She chattered on and on about something as we drove, but gradually I noticed
that something seemed to be puzzling her. Then, with a numbing sense of dread,
realized that in the confines of her small car, my perfume was becoming more and
more noticeable. Quickly, I rolled the window down, but was just too late.
"Is that Nina Riche you're wearing?" she asked, turning her head to one side a
little. "It's really nice. I've always liked it. Wish I could afford to buy
it, but it's so expensive."

There was no way I could deny it, having seen women's superior sense of smell
demonstrated far too many times.
"Oh! Really don't know. Don't know at all!" I babbled. "Suzy - my wife you
know, was fooling about in the car at lunch. Think she might have got some on
me."
Eunice did something that totally surprised me. She slowed the car down and
stopped alongside the curb, but kept the engine running. Put the car in
neutral. Then turned to face me. Spoke quite sternly.
"Sir? I must say something. I think that men are really crazy. They have the
same chance as women to put on nice colorful clothes but choose to walk around
in heavy old suits all the time. They could use makeup to look a lot nicer, but
do they? Nah! They could use perfume to smell nice, but instead they use these
ugly colognes - and far too much of them too. I tell you that you smell pretty
and you get all upset and excited. Even blame your wife."

She was staring calmly at me. Her voice didn't raise when she continued.
"Personally? I think it's SO nice to see a man discovering his feminine side.
I know that some of the girls in the office laugh ..." Here she came to a dead
stop, blushing.
"Oh I'm so sorry! I don't mean..." Her voice tailed away. Hastily, she
started the car and pulled away from the curb, both of us blushing furiously
now.

Suzy was waiting for us. Wouldn't have it any other way than Eunice coming into
the house, so's she could thank her for getting me home safely. Offered her a
drink, which she refused in favor of a Pepsi. Naturally, I had to serve the
drinks. Suzy gave me a hard little stare when I wore my plainest apron, but
said nothing, continuing to chat with Eunice then show her around the place,
while I started getting dinner ready.

Horrified, I remembered the undies on the drying line. Didn't dare wait for
Suzy to 'remind' me in front of Eunice. Praying hard that I wouldn't be
observed, I grabbed up the laundry basket, tore outside and quickly unpinned all
of the lacy, fine undies from the line and rushed in to the utility room where I
left them to be ironed later.

Eunice left a short while after that, without appearing to have seen anything
untoward. I ironed Suzy's underwear and stored it away while dinner was
cooking. After we'd eaten, Suzy came and stood talking to me in the kitchen as
I did the dishes.
"Nice little girl, that Eunice. Is she good at her job?"
"I think so." I replied. "Just the office girl you know. But all the other
ladies seem to like her."
"She LIKES you." Suzy grinned. "Thinks you're CUTE. Says you're not like other
men. Do you think she knows you're a sissy?"

I blushed, much to Suzy's amusement.
"She's very feminine." She added. "Bet she'd make a real nice role model for
you."
I didn't answer, engrossed in my chore, and Suzy sauntered off to watch TV.

Two days later, I went to the office wearing nylon stockings and a garter belt
as well as my panties. Suzy had made me shave my legs the night before - 'to do
your lingerie justice' she said.

I truly did my very best to argue with her, but it was a monumental waste of
time. She countered all of my protests with the fact that I WAS wearing women's
underwear on a regular basis now, wasn't I? So what difference did it make if I
wore another article or two? And the fact that no one could possibly see them?
Didn't that make a difference?

I wasn't so sure that my stockings couldn't be seen - at least the part of them
that showed between the bottom of my pant legs and the tops of my shoes. I'd
really pleaded to be allowed to at least wear my socks over top of the stockings
- and came pretty close to getting permission but, at the last second she
changed her mind.
"Just wear pants close to the shade of the hose." she said. "Nobody'll notice.
And even if they do? Who'll care?"
I tried to point out that I cared, but she just laughed at that.

That morning she called the office again. Didn't talk to me this time, just
spoke to Eunice directly and asked if she'd mind bringing me home. If she
would, she could maybe stay for lunch? We were having one of my specialties - a
persimmon / avocado/ salad. Naturally Eunice accepted with delight, and wasn't
slow about passing on Suzy's request to me.

This time, I knew that the other girls were grinning from the windows as Eunice
opened the car door for me. From where they watched, I knew that they couldn't
see the flash of my nylon-shod ankles as I slid into the front seat, but I
wasn't sure if Eunice did.
Lunch was particularly humiliating. This time, Suzy made sure that I wore one
of my prettier aprons as I made up the salad - and served it, of course. Eunice
was ecstatic about the apron, asking me to stand while she felt the material
between her fingers, complimenting me both on the bow at the back - and how the
skirt swirled so nicely as I walked.

Suzy laughed loudly at my blushes. "Doesn't sissy blush prettily?" she asked
Eunice. "I mean, you'd think by now that he'd be used to swishing about in
pretty little aprons, serving up meals. I'm thinking I'll maybe buy him a
little maid's outfit. You know, black satin. White lacy apron? Little lace
cap. Would you like that sissy?"
"Please Suzy. Please don't. Not in front of Eunice. Please?"
I groveled.

Eunice smiled nicely at me. "She's only teasing you Mr. Smith. Can't you see
that?"
Suzy giggled. "Of course I'm only teasing! MISTER Smith! What a laugh! he
likes his friends, or should I say LOVES his friends, to call him sissy. DON'T
you sissy?"
"No." I mumbled.
"What's that? Did I hear 'no'?" an obvious note of warning in her voice now.
Then she smiled mockingly and added. "Tell you what sissy? ask Eunice to
PLEASE start calling you sissy ... and I might not be mean to you for a while.
So c'mon now. Ask Eunice nicely."

I just stared blankly at her, my humiliation complete - or so I thought.
"Tell you what." Suzy said in a more reasonable tone. "Ask her nicely, and
drop her a pretty curtsey while you do, eh? Of course, if you want to argue? I
can always use the time to think of something else..?"

Knowing I was beat, I took the sides of my apron in my hands. Dropped a little
curtsey. Tried to manage a smile.
"Please Eunice? We're friends, right? You can call me sissy."

Doubt was written all over her face. "Oh no Mr. Smith " then she giggled. "I
just couldn't...?"
"Of course you could." I managed to say with some conviction.
"Well..? I don't know.." she answered.

I caught the look from Suzy. "Please Eunice. I'd really like you to call me
that. Ok?"
"Ok Sissy." she said, smiling.

A glance from Suzy - at least it was an 'approving' look - sent me off into the
kitchen to get my dishes done. As I cleared the table and buffet area off
though, I could see that they were in a deep discussion. I couldn't hear what
was being said and, of course, couldn't make it obvious that I was interested.

My ride back to the office didn't clarify anything. Eunice was deep in thought.
Nice to me, and still deferential. Didn't call me 'sissy'. Didn't say too
much to me at all, as a matter of fact. Dropped me at the front door of the
office, letting me slither in, undetected by most of the girls. I didn't see
her for the rest of that day, at least not until I wished her a good-night at
quitting time. She didn't say anything, just waved her fingers at me. Suze
picked me up.

After the dinner dishes had been rinsed and put in the dishwasher, Suzy called
me through to the living room where she was watching TV.
"I've been thinking." she said. "I'm really impressed with that girl Eunice.
Very sweet. Nice and feminine."
"Yes. she is." I agreed. "Everybody likes her."
"Yes." Suzy said. "You could have a worse friend than her."

I didn't know where she was coming from, but a nervous twitch in my intestines
was giving me warning. She had something on her mind. I was sure of it. But
her next comment made me think that my intuition was wrong.
"Did you know that she does a lot of crocheting?" Suzy asked. "She's pretty
good at it from what I understand."
"Now that you mention it, I've seen her doing it at morning and afternoon breaks
after she serves the ladies up their coffee." I said. "At least, I thought she
was knitting, but maybe she was crocheting."
Suzy nodded, and that was the end of it, I thought.

I almost had a week to gather my thoughts. No more new undies, or at least no
more new articles - though the collection of pastel-hued, lacy, underwear in my
lingerie drawers (as even I was beginning to think of them) seemed to be
growing. Naturally, I was still responsible for most of the housework,
including the washing, ironing, cooking and so on but, to tell the truth, I
quite enjoyed these pastimes. I had become quite capable, and it was probably a
nice change for me to feel competent at what I was doing. Suzy asked after
Eunice a few times but other than commenting on what a nice girl she was, didn't
press any issues.

I was quite shocked therefore one Wednesday morning to find that Suzy had
extended my underwear to include a bra and camisole. From experience I knew the
worthlessness of arguing. Stupidly I made the comment that I didn't really have
use for a bra - "I mean, there's nothing there to support." I said, adjusting
the little buckles on the shoulder straps so that the bra fitted me better.

Suzy made an impatient 'tutting' sound.
"Oh sissy! I thought we were finished with all these silly complaints. If
you're unhappy at not having anything to fit in the cups, I'll be glad to run to
the mall and get you some breast forms. I'd just thought you wouldn't want the
girls at the office to see..."
I interrupted quickly. "Oh Suzy! I was just commenting. Honestly, it's all
right. Honest. Please. I don't need any falsies. Honest."

She glared at me through narrowed eyes. "Falsies! Where have you been?
Falsies indeed!"
But she seemed to have been sidetracked. Even smiled a little. I saw her
mouthing the word 'falsies' again before she went back to reading her paper.

At work that day, I kept my jacket on for the full eight hours. This was by no
means uncommon for me, but I was concerned about the possibility of a breakdown
in the air-conditioning or something like that. I also wasn't sure, but it
seemed as if the bra and camisole had raised my sensory awareness of my
underwear by a couple of notches. I seemed to feel tiny little tugs and pulls
from all of the garments I was wearing now. The movement of the nylons beneath
my pants, the little 'pulling' sensations given off by the garter belt - the
occasional 'hitch' between the lace on the panties and the suspender straps that
attached to my stockings. The taut feeling of the bra strap and camisole lace
on my back.

On the following Thursday, Eunice was pressed into service as my driver again -
for lunch. She was telling me about a small party she was setting up for
Janice, my secretary's birthday in the coming week. A small 'do' in the office.
Asked me if I'd like to contribute a few dollars for the cake? I shamefacedly
said that I would have to ask Suzy. I wasn't as embarrassed as I should have
been though. There was something on my mind. I hadn't thought of it till then,
but how could I possibly make or serve lunch to Suzy and Eunice wearing my
jacket? I knew that I HAD to take it off. What could I do to stop Eunice from
seeing?

I was alone in the kitchen when I took my jacket off, but could see immediately
that my lingerie lace and straps were quite easy to see under my shirt. I had
no option that I could see. I put on my fullest, frilliest, apron in the hopes
that it would cover up my shame. I was almost in tears as I entered the room
where the two ladies awaited their pre-lunch drinks. Naturally, Suzy made quite
a show of admiring my apron. Full skirt, frilled all around the hem. Wide
shoulder straps, also heavily frilled, criss-crossing my back. Full bib,
heavily ruffled at the breast line.
"I'm going to have to buy you a nice lace cap to go with that sissy". Suzy
giggled as she took her glass of wine from the tray I offered.

Eunice seemed to be totally unconcerned about my appearance and obvious
embarrassment. Smiled sweetly at me as she took the glass of V8 from my tray.
"Thank you Mr. Smith." she said.
"SISSY!" Suzy reminded her.
Eunice simply nodded her head, for which I was very grateful. I couldn't figure
it out though. How come a sweet, feminine little girl could almost ignore Suzy -
while I was so subservient, totally at her beck and call?

I kept the apron on as we ate lunch, despite Suzy's raised eyebrows. But the
conversation that I wasn't paying too much attention too gradually swung around
to a horrendous point on the compass. All of a sudden, I was aware of Suzy
asking Eunice.
"But isn't setting up these little office shindigs an awful drain on your time?"
"Oh maybe." Eunice answered carelessly, then laughed. "I suppose that WORK does
get in the way, now and then."
Suzy laughed in agreement. What you need is an assistant."
Eunice smiled. Shook her head ruefully. "It's SUCH a shame - they just don't
seem to have any interest in hiring an assistant to the office girl."
"Couldn't one of the other ladies give you a hand?" Suzy asked.
"Oh no, Mrs. Smith. They're busy. I mean, they do important work. Not like
the kind of stuff I do."

Suzy turned her attention to me. "Did you contribute to Janice's cake
sweetheart?"
"No Suze. I didn't have any money. Thought you might want to give Eunice five
or ten dollars?"
"Oh yes Sissy. I forgot. I cut off your pocket money, didn't I?" Suzy
giggled. She spoke to Eunice. "Remind me to give you something before you
leave. He just got so SILLY with money. I just HAD to take over all the
financial dealings." Then she paused, and a speculative look came into her
eyes.
"Eunice? Sissy was telling me that you're very good at crocheting?"
"Oh I wouldn't go THAT far, Mrs. Smith." Eunice said, obviously complimented.
"I'm still learning as I go along."

"Well that's not what Sissy tells me. Is it Sissy?" Suzy was flashing her eyes
at me, passing on the message. I read it correctly.
"You look like an expert to me Eunice." I laughed. "These needles, or whatever
you call them, just flashing away..."
She blushed and looked down at the table shyly. Started to say something but
was interrupted by Suzy.
"You know Eunice? Sissy has just been DYIN' to learn how to crochet. Haven't
you Sissy? Been wanting to make me one of these nice crocheted 'weskits'.
Isn't that SO, Sissy?"

I could only stare, open-mouthed, as she continued. "And, wouldn't it be just
GREAT Eunice if you could teach Sissy how to crochet nice things for me - him
too of course? "
"Come here to teach him? Oh I don't think..." Eunice started haltingly.
"Oh no Eunice." Suzy interrupted. "Teach him at the office. At break times.
Maybe lunch time too."
"And," she added excitedly, "He could pay you back by giving you a hand while
you had busy spells in the office, like now? Be your assistant, sort of?"

To my horror, Eunice protested - but very weakly. "Oh I couldn't ask Mr. Smith
to do THAT...?"
"Don't see why not." Suzy said firmly. "Give him something to do in there.
'Stead of sitting around on his backside doing crossword puzzles and getting in
everybody's way!"
"But, Mrs. Smith? There's no desk for him to sit at beside me."
Eunice argued half-heartedly.
"Of course there is! Doesn't what's her name - Margaret? Sit there?" Suzy
asked.
"Yes. But if he was there, where would SHE sit then?"
"That's easy!" Suzy laughed. "Janice gets HIS office, then the next senior
girl gets hers - all the way down. You get Margaret's and he -." Suzy pointed
at me. "Sissy, that is, gets YOURS."

Eunice tittered, hiding her mouth behind her hand. "Oooh! That would cause an
awful rumpus! All that moving."
"Wouldn't be that much that I can see." Suzy said carelessly. "and with him
giving you a hand? Why it would hardly bother the ladies at all!"
Eunice looked at me directly, her eyes bright with anticipation. "But wouldn't
you mind, Mr. Smi... I mean Sissy?"
Suzy swung her gaze to me, and locked in, amusement showing in her eyes. Said
nothing.
"Oh well Eunice." I said weakly. "I don't know. It might be an awful lot of
bother?"
Eunice waved her hand airily. "Crocheting isn't that hard. We'd have you like
an expert in nothing flat. But you'd really have to want to..?"
Suzy spoke quickly. "Oh, he really would like to, wouldn't you dear?" Turned
towards me. "Be like a brand new hobby for you. And I'd just bet that you'll
be good at it. Don't you think so Eunice? Him being so girlish and all?"

She'd asked both of us questions, but didn't wait for answers. By the time I'd
cleaned off the lunch dishes and got my jacket back on for work, Suzy and Eunice
had decided that it would be a good idea to notify the ladies in the office of
the change that very afternoon.

Eunice was well aware of the why's and wherefores of the change, but thought
that it being explained as my personal wish to learn the business 'from the
ground up' was an excellent way to avoid 'embarrassing' questions. She was more
than delighted - as were all the other girls, when they heard that naturally, as
they'd all been 'promoted', a five percent raise would be given to everyone but
Janice - she'd get ten percent (Suzy instructed me about this before we left).

When I announced the proposed changes at a meeting in my - soon to be Janice's -
office, there were a few startled exclamations and a couple of sly, glances sent
my way. I'd thought the women would be amazed at me 'volunteering' to become
what was essentially, the office clerk - or 'office girl' as they called it, but
it didn't seem to surprise them much at all. I felt kind of strange as they all
bunched around Janice, congratulating her on becoming the 'boss', and obviously
thinking it was about high time.

I learned quickly that there wasn't really that much to the move. As a matter
of fact, some desks were moved around with the contents intact. Naturally, I
didn't have much personal stuff in mine, so a few small boxes were all that was
needed. Janice, of course, needed all the important files that had been in my
office but as she'd been the one that maintained them anyway, they just stayed
there. By the three-thirty break time, the work was almost done.

I'd been in a state of confused apprehension, knowing full well how silly it
looked for me to be doing the mundane tasks now expected of me while wearing my
jacket. But the thought of allowing these women to see my lingerie under my
shirt - Oh God!
I'd also been terrified of having to take my first crocheting lesson in front of
what I was positive would be leering women.

This worry had been unnecessary. I didn't have the needles or wool or suchlike
- it turned out that Suzy was getting my supplies for me that afternoon. Eunice
did take the opportunity to introduce me to what the ladies liked in way of
liquid refreshments - tea, coffee, sugar - milk, etc. Nobody seemed in the
least perturbed that the man who'd been their boss less than eight hours before
was now serving them, and anxiously waiting for signs that his offerings pleased
them. I felt just as silly wearing the jacket, but, to tell the truth, it was
as if I was hardly noticed, even by Eunice when I served her 'standard order'
tea and cookie to her.

At home that night, a new level was reached in my relationship with Suzy. She'd
asked detailed questions about how the ladies had reacted to the 'change', and
how they were treating me. Didn't seem too surprised at the lack of questions.

She'd gone to bed before me, but was lying awake reading, propped up by a
pillow. She looked very beautiful, her hair loose and down to her shoulders,
the yellow lacy ruffles of her nightgown framing her shoulders delightfully.
She was looking at me strangely as I put my pajamas on, but said nothing.
Quickly, I slid under the duvet and cuddled in beside her. She sighed, put her
book on the bedside table, and switched the light off.

We must have laid there in the dark for about thirty seconds. I felt her tense,
then stretch back to the lamp to turn it on. She threw the duvet back and
started getting out of bed.
"Sissy? get out of bed. NOW! Come over here and stand beside me please."
I hadn't had time to get sleepy yet, so quickly did as she asked. We stood,
looking at the full length mirror.
Her mouth twisted a little. "What's wrong with this picture?" She asked.

Puzzled, I looked at our reflections. My pajamas were, maybe, a little bit
rumpled? Her yellow baby-dolls looked marvelous.
"You look GREAT Suze!" I said placatingly. "And I know I ironed your jammies
fine, you look smashing! Honest!"
"You don't see anything WRONG?" She insisted.
I shook my head. "No Suze. Everything looks fine to me."
"But you're wearing the PANTS! Do you think that's RIGHT?"

About two minutes later, I admitted that things were now just about the way they
should be - extremely conscious of the ruffled pink baby-dolls I was now wearing
as my wife took me in her arms and kissed me - as a welcome into 'womanhood'.
It was, admittedly, the best sex we'd had in a long time as I slithered in my
lacy satins underneath her.

The following morning I was introduced to another aspect of femininity. Suze
now wanted me to start serving her breakfast in bed. This would not have been
so bad except that, under her direction, I had to sit at the dressing table and
'improve my appearance'.
This entailed brushing my hair down and securing it with a ribbon that matched
my baby dolls, and tying it with a large ostentatious bow. Then, a nice layer
of lipstick to accentuate my 'oh-so-kissable' lips.

More humiliation was to follow. Suzy directed me to look in my closet and pick
out the little shorty peignoir to match my baby dolls and put it on - along with
the feathered, high heeled, slippers.
"I don't think I can walk in these dear." I protested.
"Well, that's all right." Suzy yawned. "Making breakfast will just take you a
little longer then, won't it? That way, Eunice will get a chance to see just
how pretty you are in your new jammies when she comes to pick you up this
morning. I'm sure she won't mind waiting for you to finish your chores."

That threat made my introduction to high heels much shorter than I'd have
estimated. I was actually quite proficient in them within twenty minutes.

I was very careful about going outside to get the morning paper, checking to
ensure that no neighbors were close. Everything was clear. My heels clicking
daintily on the driveway, I went and picked up the paper. As I straightened up,
I heard Ms. Johnson, a widow who lived next door say.
"Good morning Sissy! NOW I understand why Suzy called you that the other day.
MY! What a pretty outfit! That color suits you to a 't'.

She had been bending down behind the short hedge that separated our properties.
A few weeds dangled from her fingers, explaining why I hadn't seen her.

I'm sure you've heard / read of time standing still? It did for me at that
moment. At least I knew that I was frozen to the spot, my mouth fixed in a
shocked 'o', the silk and chiffon layers of my outfit trembling and riffling a
little in the early morning breeze.

I licked my lips - tasted the cosmetic 'taste' of the bright red lipstick I
wore. "Why - Ms Johnson. What a nice surprise!" I managed to get out.
"I can imagine." she answered dryly.

I plucked nervously at my clothes. "Ah... Ah .. lost a bet with Suzy." I
managed to get out - A real stroke of genius.
"Lose a lot of bets, do you?" She asked, smiling.
"Eh?"
"Well, I've seen you out here in a number of frilly aprons, hanging up your
undies. Were these all bets you lost too?"
"They're .. They're not MY undies." I said quickly.
"Sure they're not," she said sarcastically. "Must be Suzy's. A big strong man
like you would never wear such pretty undies, would he?" Then she added. "Well
I won't say it hasn't been fun, but I gotta get back to this weeding. Have a
nice day." With that, she bent down out of sight again.

I heard what sounded like a snort of laughter coming from behind the hedge as my
high heels clicked back up the driveway, into the house. It was nothing
compared to what faced me back inside the house.

Suzy was coming downstairs, tying the sash of her robe as she did. Her face was
bright red, and she was crying real tears.
"My GOD!" She croaked. "Have a nice little chat with Ms. Johnson?" She
deepened her voice in a fair imitation of our neighbor. "Lose a lot of bets, do
you?" she quoted and burst out laughing.
I realized that she must have heard everything through our open bedroom window.
Looked down at the ground as she added "a BIG strong MAN like you!! Oh God! I
think I'm gonna die!" and she roared with laughter again.

She told me that, for this morning anyway, she'd let me feed her at the kitchen
table. "But from here on in sweetie," she warned, "I'm wanting breakfast in
bed. After all, when I've got an obedient little thing like you, there's no
sense in not enjoying it, eh?"

Under her amused scrutiny, I put an apron over my nightwear, then proceeded to
make her breakfast, my shoes tapping distinctly on the tiled kitchen floor.
Knowing I'd have to do the dishes when she'd finished, I made my own meal then
sat down beside her at the table. She was engrossed in the newspaper so didn't
tease me at all, though I was nervously looking at the clock wanting to be ready
for Eunice when she came for me.

Finally, Suzy finished. Quickly, I poured her a re-fill of her coffee, then did
the dishes and got them into the dishwasher. Hurried upstairs and was just
about completely dressed when I heard the sound of Eunice's car in the driveway.
I didn't want to keep her waiting so started tearing out of the bedroom,
remembering only at the last second to untie my hair ribbon. Made it to the
door just as the doorbell rang.
"Bye dear!" I shouted. "See you tonight!"

"Sissy darling? You forgot the crocheting stuff I got for you. It's in the
paper carrying sack in the hall cupboard. Everything there is for you, so just
take it. Hope you like it all."
"Thank you Suzy. Sorry. I forgot all about it." I called back, pulling the bag
out from the cupboard there, opening the front door and joining Eunice.
"Good morning Eunice." I said cheerily.
"Morning Sissy." She replied. Then added "What's the matter. Did I say
something wrong?"
"I had thought you maybe weren't going to call me that name unless Suzy was
around." I told her.

"But you DID ask me to call you by it, didn't you?" she asked quietly, opening
the car door for me.
"Yes, but only because Suzy made me." I admitted.
She shrugged when she got in her side of the car. Started the engine. "I'm
sorry. But I thought for sure you'd want me to call you that this morning."
"Why now?" I asked, puzzled.

She didn't answer. Reached up and rotated her rear-view mirror so I could see
my reflection. And I saw my bright red, pouty, feminine lips. I'd forgotten to
take the lipstick off!
"Oh Jesus!" I said, almost weeping. Do you have a Kleenex Eunice?"
"I'm not sure. Try my handbag."
I looked through her handbag and was lucky enough to find a small pack with
three tissues left in it. I used them all to remove the traces of the cosmetic
from my lips. When I'd finished she nodded.
"What you got in the bag there Sissy?"

I didn't argue with her about my name. Just pulled the bag forward from the
back seat where I'd put it while getting into the car.
"Suzy said it was for my crocheting."
"Seems like an awful lot." Eunice laughed. "Maybe she thinks you'll be making
a lot of mistakes."

I'd started pulling out the contents of the bag, curious myself now. The first
layer or two was skeins of different wools, then some pattern books, then a
small box containing crocheting hooks of different sizes. But I was hardly a
third of the way into the bag. A feeling of dread rose in my chest as I saw
what looked to be a layer of rose-pink satin. Slowly, I pulled it out.

"Oh what a lovely smock!" Eunice said as I held it up. "I'm jealous!"
"Maybe it's a present for you." I said hopefully.
"Not unless Suzy thinks MY name is Sissy." she laughed.
"Eh?"
"Your name's embroidered above the breast pocket. See?
S I S S Y! Right there!
Oh God! I thought. What Eunice had said was bad enough, but I could now see
another layer of satin - beige - facing up at me from the bag.

There were four smocks in all. Pink, beige, white, and pale blue. All satin.
All decidedly feminine, some with embroidered flowers, some with ruffles. Some
long sleeved, some with short puffed out sleeves. All fastened at the back with
large buttons. All with my 'new' name, prominently embroidered on the breast.

Eunice was trying, I think, to hide a grin. Not too successfully though. I put
everything back in the bag. What was I going to do? I seriously thought about
running away. But what could I do without money? With no clothes other than
what I was wearing - and most of them decidedly feminine?

We got to the office a few minutes later. Being office girl, Eunice was always
the earliest, so that she could get the coffee on for the others.
"Better get your smocks hung up." she suggested. "There's plenty of hangers in
the ladies room. You could leave them there, or hang them up in this closet."

I licked my lips. "Ladies room? Eunice? Would you mind getting the hangers
for me?"
She shook her head. "Ok. But you start making the coffee, ok?"
I nodded. She paused for a second.
"Yeah, I guess you'd better be hanging them up out here. Don't know how the
other ladies would feel when you went in there to get your smock for at break
time for your first lesson."

And I knew then that there was no way I could possibly avoid wearing a smock all
that morning because I also knew that there was no way in hell that I'd want to
change at break time with all the ladies around. I busied myself with getting
the cups out and dusted, and filling the coffee machine with water and putting
the filter in. By the time that was done, Eunice had returned and was hanging
up my smocks in the closet.
"Would you measure out the coffee Eunice?" I called over to her.
"No problem." she answered.

As she measured out the coffee grounds, I slipped my jacket off and hung it in
the closet. Pulled the beige smock over my head after loosening two of the
buttons at the back. Then discovered that I couldn't re-fasten them. I must
have made enough motion to distract Eunice, because she looked up and saw me.

"Oh, that color's nice on you. Didn't think it would be to tell you the truth,
but you do have nice taste."
"No! Not me! Suzy picked it out!" I blurted out.
Eunice shrugged. "Well then, I guess she knows what suits you. Need a hand to
fasten it at the back?"
Shame faced, I nodded, and she came and enclosed me in my satin cocoon.

To my surprise, none of the ladies seemed to see anything amiss in my new
apparel. Margaret commented something that sounded vaguely complimentary as I
took her coffee to her but, other than that, it just seemed to be the start of
any normal day. After a little while, I got used to being called over by any
and all of the ladies, even Eunice, and given something to file, or tidy up, or
what to look for. None of them seemed put out by referring to me as 'Sissy' -
especially once they had all found out who'd bought them exclusively for me.
Guess they figured that it was as good as any other name - and calling me 'Mr.
Smith' as I scuttled to do their bidding in my floating satin smock probably
didn't seem quite appropriate.

At ten o'clock, there was a brief interruption as Eunice had me sit beside her
and started me on crocheting. Janice wandered by, munching on a donut, and
gazed interestedly at what I was doing, but just grunted when I asked her if she
needed something done, then sauntered away.

On thinking back, I have to admit that I probably enjoyed it (Let's face it, I
still do a lot of it and enjoy the therapy it provides). It just seemed
peaceful somehow - a sort of mindless activity, but getting something done
nonetheless. I was quite surprised to find that break was over and that I had
to get back to my new duties. For some reason or other, Eunice didn't seem to
need my help in planning Janice's 'do'. She seemed more interested, and
involved, in learning Margaret's job.

I'd supposed that I'd have to sit and crochet during lunch, but Suzy had called
up and asked Janice if I was needed for the rest of that afternoon? She'd
really appreciate it if I could be freed up? She wanted some special housework
done. I felt a little peculiar hearing that my ex-secretaries permission was
now being sought for me to be freed for any task.

Anyway, I was waiting for Suzy to pick me up. Thought it'd be a good time to
get my jacket on when I saw our car coming down the street towards the office.
Found I couldn't get the back buttons undone. Looked around for Eunice.
Nowhere in sight.
"Need a hand Sissy?" Margaret was right beside me!
Dry mouthed, I nodded.

Not having seen a full length mirror all morning, I wasn't sure if my lingerie
straps had been visible through my smock or not.
Deftly, Margaret undid the buttons and, before I could stop her, pulled the back
of my smock fully open. Paused for a second. Then she said nothing, but I felt
her fingernail lightly trace along the lines of my bra strap.

Red faced, I thanked her, then quickly pulled the smock off. Hung it up with the
others. Put my jacket on and sped out of the office - and into the arms of my
waiting wife.
"Oh, You're BLUSHING!" She laughed. "How cute! Somebody in there teasing you?
You just tell old Suzy and I'll go and tell them off. Give them a real good
talking too!"
I felt like weeping. Almost did. But then she piled on further humiliation.
"Do your nice crocheting with Eunice this morning?"
"Yes." I mumbled.
"Wear one of your pretty smocks?"
I nodded.
"Oh goodness! Betcha it was the pink one. Right?"
"No. The beige one." I said, tight lipped with shame.
Oh! But I'll bet you looked nice in it. Felt nice too, sitting there just like
one of the girls in your satin smock and all your pretty lingerie underneath -
doing a girl thing. Feel nice Sissy?"

I just stared helplessly at the ground. Then heard her say. "But sweetie?
Haven't you forgotten something?"
"What?" I asked.
"Aren't you going to practice over the week-end? Won't you need some wool and
your hooks or needles, whatever they're called - and your nice PINK smock?
Wouldn't it be an idea for you to go and get them?"
"But I've started wearing the beige one Suze.. Wore it all day."
"All day? thought you were just going to wear it for your lessons? You mean to
tell me that you wore one of your nice smocks ALL DAY? How come? Want to look
your best?" She paused thoughtfully, then brightened.
"Ah! Frightened that the girls would see your undie straps when you took your
jacket off, eh? Well? Was that what it was?"
I nodded.

Suzy laughed. "You've got to be kidding! You didn't REALLY think that a smock
- a SATIN smock? - would hide the fact that you were wearing women's lingerie?
You're KIDDING! Oh Sissy! You're too precious for words. Well, tell you what.
Why don't you just scamper back in there - and tell you what, take your jacket
off before you go, leave it here. When you get in there, put your pink smock
on, and come back out here. Bring your beige one as well- it'll probably need
washing - and all your wool and needles."

I stood up for myself, finally.
"Suzy! This has gone far enough! I'm a MAN! Your HUSBAND! You owe me some
respect! I'm NOT going to do this. You're not my boss! Enough!"
The laughter left her face. I felt a surge of confidence. Knew that I'd got
through to her. But then I knew I'd goofed. All that showed in her eyes now
was anger. She literally spat her words at me.

"A man? Sissy? You think you're a MAN? When was the last time you acted like
a MAN? Now that I think of it? Get back in there and get ALL of your smocks
in there while you're at it. Gonna change your name to Melissa - That's a GIRLS
name! Sissy indicates there is , or was, SOMETHING masculine about you - and
there's NOTHING! Nothing at all! Now go and do as I say! If you argue some
more? I'm gonna take you over my knee, right here in the parking lot - all the
girls looking on. THEN, I'm gonna take your pants and shirt off, and you'll
walk in there and go and do what I just finished telling you. Now what's it
gonna be Melissa?"
I tried to stare at her, but faltered.
"Aw Suze.. I was only..."
"Melissa!"

I took my jacket off, reluctantly. Handed it to her.
"Before you go sweetie?" She said, smiling again, and looking into her handbag
for something.
"Yes?" I asked meekly.
"Need to start remembering things dearie. Like your makeup and stuff. Here."
And with that, she handed me a makeup compact and a lipstick tube.
"Just a touch of powder and lipstick will make you look really pretty." She
mocked.
Standing there, I did as I'd been instructed. Opened up the compact and
carefully dabbed some powder on my cheeks and nose. Then I used the mirror in
it to apply a defined layer of lipstick. Shut the tube and compact and gave
them back to her.

"There's a girl!" She said sweetly, putting them back in her bag. "Now go and
do what mommy says."
The way the sun was shining into the office windows, I couldn't tell who was
looking out and who wasn't. At the same time, I was sure that just about
everyone in the office was well aware of what had transpired between Suzy and
me. There was no sense in rushing now. At a normal pace I walked back into the
office. As I suspected, the girls didn't even try to hide the fact that they'd
been watching.

I picked out the pink smock, loosened the fasteners, and put it on. Margaret,
grinning just slightly, fastened me in again. Then I took the other smocks from
the hangers. Walked back out to my mistress.
"Thassa girl!" she complimented me, giving me a girlish peck on the cheek.
"My! You look nice in that color!"

The drive home was over quickly. When we did arrive, I was told to 'get out of
these ugly male things'. I discovered that my closet now held quite a few
dresses, skirts and blouses. No pants of any description. There was a long
pink dress - looked like satin and or taffeta wrapped in a long plastic sleeve
that was tied in a knot at the bottom. I was really curious, but thought I'd
better hurry back to Suzy.

I reported back to her wearing a black velvet mini-skirt and a white silk blouse
with full sleeves. In an attempt to appease her, I put on a pair of black shoes
with a medium heel and used a few tissues to pad my bra cups to give me a more
feminine shape. It worked - but only a little. With an apron over my womanly
ensemble I cleaned, dusted, and vacuumed that afternoon.

When I came out of the shower afterwards, I was surprised to find her waiting.
Under her supervision, I powdered myself before putting on a set of beige
undies. Once my bra was on, she had me try my new breast forms in the cup.
they felt strange, but I had to admit to myself that my bra now at least looked
functional. She sat and chatted as I sat to put my stockings on, and checked the
seams. Nodded approvingly at the fact that they needed very little adjusting.
"Very good Melissa. Now lets get a pretty dress on you. It's about time you
dressed properly, don't you think?"
I nodded in agreement and stepped into the light blue dress with white polka
dots the was holding out towards me. She helped me put my arms through the
short puffy sleeves, pulled it up into position, then stood close at my back as
she fastened the buttons at the back.

"Isn't this FUN?" She whispered in my ear. "It's just as if it was me that was
your ladies maid - not the other way around?"
I didn't answer, just looked downward at the floor as she finished enclosing me
in my dress by fastening some small hook and eye arrangement at my neck. She
took a hold of my shoulders and turned me to face the full length mirror. "Now
have a look. See how pretty your dress looks on. We'll get your makeup on in a
minute."

I still looked a little like a man - but the dress gave a strong indication of
femininity. Short puffy sleeves that closed around my upper arms, held gently
by elasticized cuffs. A sweetheart neckline, showing just a touch of lace from
my camisole. Fairly high waisted, with the skirt falling in large soft pleats
to just about calf length. She asked if I thought the look was improved by a
white patent leather belt and heeled sandals to match. I agreed.

She applied my makeup for me. Not much, but by the time she'd finished, any
resemblance I'd had to a male had just about totally disappeared.

She'd told me that though my hair was long enough, she didn't have time to fix
it properly. It took a surprisingly short time for her to coil it under a nylon
cap, then slide one of her blonde wigs on to my head. I was actually surprised
- and think she was as well - at the transformation, especially after she
plucked some of my eyebrows. Clip-on, dangling earrings, a necklace and
bracelet to match, costume jewelry rings on my fingers completed the picture.

I was shaken when she handed me a small white handbag to match the shoes and
belt. "Got your makeup in it Melissa. Thought it would be a good idea for you
to get used to carrying a handbag."
"But I've got dinner to make Suze. What do you want me to do with this? Carry
it around the kitchen?
"No dear. I'm taking you out for dinner tonight. Just us girls. Your keys are
in your handbag. Go and get the car if you don't mind."

I gawped at her. "Your letting me drive?"
"Yes, of course. Now that you're dressed properly."
"I don't understand Suze. You haven't let me drive because of my CLOTHES?"
"Yes. Probably stupid. But I just get so pissed off every time I get in a car
with a man and he thinks that HE"S the one that's gonna drive. Now you don't
look like a man anymore, I might treat you a little better." She gave a short
laugh. "I even put a couple of bucks in your purse."
I was so amazed that I was well outside before I even thought of being
embarrassed about wearing a dress, then I mentally shrugged. Didn't care any
more.

As a matter of fact, I found myself enjoying the airiness of my new clothes. My
arms felt nude because of the extremely short sleeves, but pleasantly air
conditioned. The skirt of my dress seemed to float, and I really appreciated
the extra height that the heels provided. I adjusted the car seat to suit me,
then proudly backed the car out of the garage to where Suzy waited for me.

She took me to a small, intimate, dark, restaurant. I'd thought it would be
difficult but I seemed to have no problems in passing as a woman. I WAS
terrified at my first trip into a Ladies room when we first went in, but luckily
the place was deserted except for Suzy and myself. I was also extremely nervous
when she had me join her at freshening up our lipstick before we left there, but
my luck held. Two women actually came in, just as we left. Never even gave me
a glance.

She ordered drinks for both of us as soon as we got assigned a booth. She had a
dry martini, I got a tequila sunrise. Asked the waitress to check back with us
in fifteen minutes. The girl smiled, and went away.
Suzy amazed me. "Cheers Melissa" she said, holding her glass towards mine.
Cheers Suze!" I said, clinking the rim of my glass to hers. We both took
appreciative sips of our drinks. She smiled at me over the edge of her glass.
It wasn't the mean kind of smile that I'd been getting for so long. She
actually looked friendly, no traces of sarcasm or mockery in her speech or
expression.

"Well. Got to admit it." She said. "It's taken less time than I thought it
would, but we're almost there."
"Almost where, Suze?" I asked.
She crinkled her nose up in a smile. "Why, getting you into being a woman.
You're actually quite attractive you know. I'd never have believed that you'd
look this good this soon."

I could feel myself blushing and, all at once, I knew I wasn't blushing at any
kind of humiliation. Suzy had paid me a COMPLIMENT! Not only that, it was the
first time she'd spoken to me as if she liked me in a long time!
"Can I ask you something?" I said quietly.
"Sure! Fire away!"
"Why'd you want me to look like a woman?"

She shrugged. "To tell the truth? Embarrassment I guess."
I was puzzled. Had to ask. "Embarrassment?"
"Yeah. You see, I've always liked girls - talking sexually now, and I a had got
used to sorta playing the male role. I really didn't like playing the 'little
woman' to you so, started wondering how it'd be to reverse things - and it sorta
turned me on a little when I discovered how obedient you were. It became a lot
more fun when I could show other people who was the boss."
"But then, why marry me in the first place?"
"Truthfully? Money was one major thing. You were in line for your mother's
business and we felt it a good idea for me to make a run at you after she died.
I know that sounds callous but most of the girls felt that they'd contributed a
whole lot more than you to the business. Didn't see why you should get the
lion's share."

"We? Who's 'we'?" I asked. "and who's 'the girls'"
She stared disbelievingly at me. "Jesus! You really don't know?"
"Know what?"
The girls in the office - me and them. This whole thing has been a set-up since
day one. You had NO idea?"
I shook my head in confusion, distracted for a second by the feel of my necklace
and earrings as they moved.
"Suze? Please tell me what is going on. Please?"

"I'm having another drink. You're not as you're driving - but want a soft
drink?" she said.
I nodded and she ordered drinks for both of us. Ordered dinner at the same
time. Steak for her, a salad for me. "Got weight to lose dearie." she said to
me.
When the drinks arrived, she started her explanation and continued it through
our meal.

"See Melissa? All the girls in that office are paired up - with other girls
that is."
"They're all lesbians!" I gasped.
"Oh God!" She moaned. "Yeah - partners. Janice and Doris. Margaret and Lisa."
"I'd heard that Eunice was that way." I said. "Does she have a boy friend? A
girl .. well you know what I mean." I stumbled.

Suzy took a pull at her drink and shook her head.
"Yeah. Me."

"No Suze!" I laughed. "I meant, what's that term? Does she have a significant
other?"
Suzy reached across the table. Took my hand. "Eunice is my girl friend. She
is my significant other - as you so quaintly put it. We've been an item for a
few years now."
"But that would mean.."
"That I knew her before I married you? Yeah! Give the little lady a coconut!"

"But why did marry me then, if you loved her?" I asked, disappointed.
"You'd have ruined the business. Had no idea of what the hell you were doing."
"But how would marriage have stopped me?"
She grinned at me. "Well, to tell the truth, we weren't sure. You seemed kinda
scared of women. We thought you might have been gay at first, but that was a
short lived theory. Thought you might be easy to dominate into doing something
silly - like dressing in women's clothes. I'd be SHOCKED to catch you in little
frillies. Divorce you of course, then take the company as settlement."

I shrugged ruefully. "Is this where you catch me? Make a big scene?"
She smiled. "Nah. Gave up on that idea - at least a little. We had quite a
discussion about it. You were a pompous pain in the ass, but at least you
weren't mean. Didn't throw your weight around. It was Eunice who came up with
the idea that you might make a good contribution to the group."
"Eunice? I thought she liked me." I said sadly.
"She does! Why do you think she's going to all this trouble?"
"What trouble?"
"Listen sweetie. Who do you think has been laying out the whole program? Me?
Being patient has never been one of my strong suits. If it'd been up to me I'd
have probably had you in dresses so quick your ears would have burned. It was
Eunice's idea to introduce you to your undies gradually - cut down on the
trauma, you know?"
I nodded, dazed by what she was telling me.
"Get you into accepting that you were weak and feminine." she continued. "Gotta
admit it. She was dead on. I'd never have believed that you'd make such a good
little housewife. Never have seen how valuable you'd be."

I thought for a second as I chewed on a piece of lettuce, then asked.
"You said something about me being able to contribute something a minute or so
ago. Now you're saying that I'm 'valuable'? Sounds contradictory to me. One
minute I'm weak and feminine, the next I'm valuable..?"
Suzy laughed. "Melissa? It was agreed that I'd run the business now. I'm
investing a chunk of my own money in it, so I'm top dog, so to speak. Along
with that, I'm keeping our house. Look at it from MY point of view. The
business and the house are both investments, right?"

"I guess so." I replied. "But I still own both - or at least I thought I did."
"Oh you DO. You DO! But not for long. I've had papers drawn up where you'll
sign both over to me."
"Why would I do that? Especially after what you've just told me?"
Suzy laughed loudly enough to draw the eyes of some other couples eating.
"OH Melissa! Just think about it. You're SO desirous of being told what to do,
all I have to do is ask. You KNOW that. Don't you?"

And I knew that she was right. Had to smile at my own weakness. She saw it.
Smiled in return.
"Now! Here's where Eunice came up with a great idea. See? All of us girls is
gonna make money. Probably not a helluva lot more than we deserve, but enough to
where we're comfortable."

She saw my confusion. Paused for a second.
"Sorry Melissa. Just getting carried away. See, there's practically no woman
alive enjoys housework. And none of them enjoy making coffee and running little
errands for other women." She paused, looking at me. I didn't know what to
say.
"And that's where YOU come in sweetie. The girls tell me that you're a goddam
natural-born office girl. Sweet and docile and willing to do as you're told.
Any idea how hard it is to get, and hold, a good girl Friday these days?"
"Office girl? That's what I'm to be?" I asked.
"You're that NOW sweetie! But that's not all!"
I stared blankly at her.

She tapped herself on the breast with a forefinger.
"Me! I can sure as hell testify what a great little ladies maid you're likely
to be. I don't see how you behave in the office, but I do see you in the house.
You vacuum, dust, iron, wash - all these little goodies. Haven't got you
sewing little repairs to my undies, but Eunice'll have you doing that in no time
flat! Put you in little black satin or taffeta dresses? Best little French
maid I could ever imagine!"

I couldn't help the short thrill that ran through me at her words.
"Be your maid?"
"Well, actually Melissa I'm gonna give you to Eunice as a sort of wedding
present. You'll be her maid, and she'll be your immediate boss in the office as
well - when she wants you in there of course. There's also the possibility that
you can be 'loaned out' to the other girls so to speak."
""You're going to give me away to Eunice! You can't give people away!" I said
excitedly. And what do you MEAN, 'wedding present'? I thought she was YOUR
girlfriend. Who's she going to marry?"

"Me! Who do you think? And would you just shush for a second Melissa! I'm not
'giving you away'. I'm keeping you in the family, aren't I? You'll be my maid
as well - I promise. You can look after me and my stuff, just like you will
Eunice's. It's just that if there's any reason to discipline you for anything,
it'll be up to her."

I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could, she cast a quizzical look in
my direction. "Think about this for a second. Who would you rather have
discipline you. Eunice or me?"
I saw her point, so didn't answer. Took a piece of bread and wiped my salad
bowl with it. Went to eat it.
"No Melissa. You've had enough. I'm gonna put you on a diet. Want you to look
nice in your new uniforms."

I was dying to ask how she could possibly marry someone else - another woman to
boot, but decided that discretion was the better part of valor under the
circumstances. Meekly, I waited for her to finish her steak.
When she finished her meal, she gave me another great surprise.
"Why don't you pay for the meal honey." she said.
"Did you put that much money in my purse?" I asked.
"No. But your credit card is there. I don't think they'll check your
signature. I'd sign it 'Melissa' , but you can use Charles if you want."

I was so excited about being allowed to get back into the ranks of grown up
people that I just signed it as Melissa - No one checked it. I gave Suzy a big
kiss as a thank you when we got outside.

"Now Eunice is coming over tonight to do your hair for tomorrow. Make it
pretty." She told me once we were in the car.
"What's tomorrow?" I asked.
"Oh, that's right. I haven't told you, have I? Well, I'm having a lunch for
most of our old lady neighbors. Let them meet you as you're going to be in the
future. That's why I had you work so hard today. Don't want them to think that
you don't look after me properly."
"But WHY Suze? Eh? You don't need to humiliate me, do you?"
"Oh no Melissa! Nothing like that. It's just that, well, the person - the
'man' that lived in our house is effectively going to disappear. Don't want any
old busybody calling the police, do we?"

I took a deep breath, but realized that she was right. But oh, my face suffused
with blushes every time I thought of how the old ladies would react -
particularly Ms. Johnson. Just before we got home, Suzy asked me not to tell
Eunice about how I was going to be 'given' to her - I was to be a 'surprise'!

Eunice arrived not long after we got back. She was very complimentary about my
dress and how the color suited me.
"But time you started learning how to be a girl." she said. "You've done
wonderfully well, but you do have a lot to learn you know."
"I know, Eunice. Suze thinks you'll make a great role model." I said humbly.
She actually blushed with pride. "Yeah, but she's a little biased I think. Now
let's go upstairs to your bedroom and we'll start working on your hair." She
linked her arm in mine and led me upstairs.

In my bedroom, she suggested that I replace my dress with a robe as I'd be more
comfortable. She went into my closet to get me something suitable. I saw her
pull the long plastic-sheathed dress from the closet.
"Oh great! It got here! Does it fit you?"

It was my turn to blush. "I haven't tried it on. Didn't really know if it was
for me." I said weakly.
"Oh, that's silly!" she laughed. "Why don't you go into the bathroom and
change. Please? We'll do your hair afterwards."

When I returned from the bathroom, she was close to being ecstatic.
"Oh that's LOVELY!" She said. "I was SO worried. It fits you perfectly!
here, let me close you in at the back. It's a little tricky."

I saw my reflection in the mirror. Pink satin. Formal length, the hem actually
touching the carpet. Huge sleeves, ballooning down to fasten around my
forearms.
"But ... Isn't it kinda long?" I said. "When could I wear this?"

"Oh, the length is no problem. You'll be wearing higher heels than these you
have on." Oh it looks SO nice on you! Great!"
As she was saying this, she was turning me around by the shoulder examining me
closely.
"You'll make a great bridesmaid!" She said.
"A What!"
"Didn't Suzy tell you? We want to have a fun ceremony here next week. Just
some of your neighbors and the girls from work. That SUZY! She promised she'd
tell you."
"Oh she did, Eunice. She did." I stammered. "I just never thought..."
"Oh please say you will! Please be my bridesmaid! Please?"

And I nodded my head, agreeing to be a bridesmaid for a girl who was marrying my
wife. Then, running my hand down the sheer material of my dress, I smiled
sincerely. "I'd love to. really!" I said, giving Eunice a hug.