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Date: Thu, 12 Dec 2002 05:55:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Marty S <captgravity@yahoo.ca>
Subject: CAREER SHIFT - story submission (TG)
The fallowing is a fictional account that contains adult and transgendered
themes. It is not intended for persons under 18 years of age. If your not
comfortable with the subject matter or not mature enough then don't read
it. This story is the sole property of Marty S and all characters are
fictional. contains (TV/TG)
Please enjoy...
CAREER SHIFT
Receptions are not my favourite things in the world to attend. I don't
mingle and `rub elbows' like agents and sales people do. I usually end up
at the bar drinking alone, looking at all the phoney people. I am a writer,
a sports column writer more specifically. The magazine that I write for is
one of the biggest national publications with a huge male readership. They
were promoting the new issue, which featured a calendar and had the entire
hotel convention facilities booked. I was obliged to attend.
I had no reason to complain about my job. It paid great, I worked very
little, and I had the prestige of bragging that I write for one of the top
five magazines in the country. My column is usually three to five pages per
month, which includes up to a page and a half of photographs. I had been
writing box scores and rehashing press releases when this magazine started
up and was building its staff. I was in the right place at the right time
and for the first few months worked for nothing. Now after three years, my
monthly expense account is more than my first two years salary as a writer.
Like I said, I am obliged to attend these functions. I do however make the
best of them. You see, once and a while I get this urge to do something
very out of character. A while back after a party, a female guest had left
behind her bra in my bathroom. For whatever reason, she never claimed it
back. I kept it for a long time and one day I got this notion to try it
on. It was a sexy leopard print design with black lace trim. I loved the
way it felt and found myself posing in front of a mirror. Things progressed
after that when I bought a pair of panties and a garter belt to match. I
then got my hands on a hot black dress with leopard print trim around the
collar, and sheer black sleeves. I kept going and bought a pair of 4" black
patent pumps and black stockings. I put on my entire outfit and posed in
front of the mirror. I remember thinking that with my slim, athletic figure
that I could almost pass for a woman. I decided to complete the package by
purchasing a curly, red haired wig and makeup. After several practice
sessions at home, I felt that I could pass as a woman in public. I had the
urge to try it but wasn't ready to just walk out my apartment door like
that. I had to keep it a secret. This hotel was an excellent opportunity.
I brought my outfit with me from home and checked into my room early. The
reception was at seven, and I was in by three. I showered and shaved in the
room and then did my makeup. My green eyes were framed in an abundance of
mascara and my lips, bright cherry red. I put on my wig, my leopard
undergarments, my dress, stockings and high heels. After a dash of perfume,
I set out from my room and rode the elevator to the lobby. One guy stepped
on and was checking me out, which was my first test. I passed and sighed a
great relief. I was wearing a pair of sunglasses that disguised me a bit
more but left my big false eyelashes in full view. I confidently strutted
threw the hotel lobby catching a few stares along the way, but I figured
out of admiration more than suspicion. A couple wolf whistles confirmed
this. I was as high as a kite with the adrenaline rush from this
adventure. I even walked into a few of the fashion shops in the area and
the women in the stores seemed none the wiser. There is a real sense of
power that comes from a dress. The feeling that all eyes are on you and
want you is a thrill. I had done bungee jumping, rock climbing, even
skydiving and this was right up there.
I hadn't noticed how much time had past and started back to my room. It was
getting late so I got out of my female cloths and quickly washed off my
makeup. I hurried into my male attire, grey jacket and pants with blue
shirt and silver tie, and headed for the convention room for the
reception. My heart was still pounding from the excitement I had
experienced. I did my required greetings with the chief editor and a few of
the other writers then made my way to the bar. The social aspect of these
events was almost plastic. I would spend the rest of the evening waiting
for my queue to leave while drinking as much as possible. I would however
have the recent memory of my walk in feminine attire to relish privately
for the rest of the night.
After my second or third drink, a stunning creature shattered my
solitude. She sat in the seat right next to me even though there were many
empty ones all along the bar. I had never seen her before. She was probably
late thirties, blue eyes, and sassy brown hair in tight curls, incredibly
beautiful with an hourglass figure wrapped in a tight black cocktail
dress. I noticed her charcoal stockings had seems up the back that were
very sexy. She wore 5" stilettos that put her at my height. She smiled at
me, charmed by my staring. I gave my head a shake and introduced myself and
offered the pretty lady a drink. She took a cosmopolitan and I had another
dry martini. She kept her bright blue eyes locked tightly onto mine and she
never stopped smiling. I don't usually pick up women easily. I am not ugly
or anything like that, just kind of plain looking and shy. This was a
pleasant surprise. She introduced herself as Audrey Kline. Bells went off
in my head immediately. I recognized her name as the owner of Go Girl
magazine. She must know some of the top brass at my magazine. I was
thrilled to meet her in person and would never have guessed her to be so
good looking.
We made some small talk about the party, and then she started asking about
me. She was very familiar with my work and claimed to admire my writing
style. I knew that she wasn't full of it either as she quoted a few of my
articles. I was totally enchanted by her. The next thing she did was a
complete surprise too. Audrey told me that my style was ideal for her
readers and that she would like to see me writing at her magazine. I was a
bit shocked by the job offer. It was a women's magazine after all. I told
Audrey, "That's very flattering but I write for a men's magazine and don't
know if my work would be right for yours."
"Nonsense, modern women are big on extreme sports and I know that you love
writing about that stuff. We are progressive and don't want to be another
puff fashion magazine. I think that you should meet with or chief editor
and talk about it," Audrey argued. She did have a point. My magazine was
huge but I didn't have the creative freedom that I wanted. I love women's
tennis but the only way I could write about it in my current job was if it
had something to do with Anna Kornakova's hemline. Audrey handed me a card
with the name of her chief editor, Tom Hadden and told me I could call him
as early as Monday morning to set something up. At that point she finished
her drink, gave me peck on the cheek and made her exit. I was stunned and
disappointed. Had all that been a head hunting exercise? I really wanted to
take her to my room. It all seemed too weird.
All weekend I contemplated the offer. It would be foolish in a way to leave
a magazine as successful as The Max, but I had been feeling stagnant and
unappreciated lately. Monday morning came and I gave Tom Hadden's office a
call. The receptionist had a dreamy, bedroom voice. I remember how hot she
sounded and tried to picture her in my head. Tom Hadden was expecting my
call and eagerly set up an interview for the next day.
I fretted all morning wondering what to wear. I opted for a stylish olive
and kaki suit that I figured would be more female friendly than a masculine
power suit. The head office for Go Girl magazine was on the 29th floor of a
big office building downtown. The parade of hot looking career women going
in and out of the building was endless. If nothing else I should take the
job just for the scenery. I rode the elevator up to floor twenty-nine and
entered the offices of Go Girl. It was very posh with low lighting and a
large assortment of plants. It made sense, considering the magazine ran a
monthly interior-decorating column. The receptionist was a sweet young
blond with long curly hair and green eyes. She was better looking than I
pictured in my head. Her face was flawless and when she stood up to greet
me I was taken by her incredible figure. Her sexy black skirt didn't hurt
either, which flattered her round ass and shapely legs. She wore black
seemed stockings like Audrey's and her shoes had to be five inches
high. The young lady introduced herself as Janey and led me too
Mr. Hadden's office. The corridors were quiet and dim, but I was enchanted
by the wiggle of Janey in front of me. I had passed what looked like a
research room and noticed two more very hot looking, and well-dressed young
women inside. We finally arrived at Mr. Hadden's office and were met by his
private secretary. The tall brunette greeted us and informed me that
Mr. Hadden was expecting me. She then gave Janey a glance with her brown
eyes they shared a smile and a wink. Janey returned to her desk.
The tall, slim secretary was nothing short of drop-dead gorgeous. Her hair
fell to her shoulders in a pageboy style and she wore glasses that seemed
to accent her sexy eyes. She wore a charcoal grey skirt sit with a maroon
blouse. She also had legs that could stop traffic covered in seemed
stockings. I was beginning to see a trend. Her shoes were black paten
leather stilettos with a wide ankle strap. She was a walking wet dream. She
escorted me into the office and I met Mr. Hadden. He was a short man with a
brush cut but looked fit and youthful and was dressed in a two-piece silver
suit. He got up to shake my hand and turned to his secretary who was
patiently standing by. "Natalie can you bring us coffee please," he
politely asked. She turned and left and I could not help myself watch her
glide away.
"Natalie is pretty hot, isn't she?" Tom asked, knowing that I was checking
her out. He winked at me as if to say that we could be non politically
correct.
"I don't know how you could ever get any work done," I added, making Tom
laugh knowingly.
We proceeded to talk endlessly about my career, the magazine, and a bounty
of other topics for over an hour. We did pause for a while to admire
Natalie again when she returned with our coffees. I had to fight the urge
to drool when I watched her seductive hips sway as she walked and her
bright, beaming, brown eyes.
Finally, Tom asked me straight out if I would come over and join the Go
Girl magazine team. He couldn't guarantee the same money, but insisted that
the perks of the job would make it worth my while. I was honest with him
that I loved the idea but still did not think that I would fit in at a
women's magazine. He giggled a bit and asked Natalie to come into the
office using the intercom. Once again the statuesque brunette glided into
the office and waited for instructions. She stood facing me, with her legs
together, and her hands behind her back.
"Natalie, our guest is not sure about joining us, do you think you could
help me persuade him?" Tom provoked.
Natalie's eyes brightened up and a big grin came across her face. "My
pleasure ma...sir," she stuttered. Natalie took a step over to the couch
where I was sitting and sat across my lap and planted a big wet kiss on my
lips. I melted into her lips. Her tongue was soft and gentle. Her firm body
pressed into me. Soon her passionate kiss stopped and she reached for my
pants and began loosening them. Tom Hadden sat patiently and
grinned. Natalie had a devilish gleam in her eye as my very pronounced
hard-on was exposed. Her head dropped and soon she had engulfed its entire
length into her perfect mouth. She easily deep-throated all seven inches
without trouble and gave me the most incredible blowjob of my life. She
seemed to know exactly what to do, how to use her tongue, when to add
pressure and when to ease off, all the time keeping it very wet. Throughout
the entire blowjob she never took her eyes off mine either. I was ready to
cum in record time and announced to her that I was about to. She took me
deep and didn't bat an eyelash as she swallowed the contents of my
balls. Pure heaven!
Natalie gave me a small kiss on the cheek and left the room. I was in a
state of shock. "Like I said, you can't beat the perks in this job," Tom
said interrupting my trance. I straightened up my pants. "You will have
your own private secretary of course, and as you can see, we are pretty
loose about office relationships here. We have never had a sexual
harassment suit, just lots of requests for more," he went on. The offer was
too good to pass up, despite my reservations, I decided that it was a dream
job and told Tom that I was in.
"Good! You have made the right decision, you will be a perfect addition
here," Tom exclaimed as he shook my hand. "As you can see, as well as
having liberal office attitudes, we also have a very high standard to
maintain," he continued. "For example, you may have noticed that we have a
strict dress policy that all employees are expected to maintain." He was
right, I had noticed that all the women were dressed to the same high
level, with the short but elegant skirts, the seemed stockings, high heels,
designer tops, perfectly coifed hair. I had not seen any male employees at
that point, just Tom.
"I did notice the females all dressed similar but I haven't seen any other
males so I'm wondering if how I'm dressed now is okay?" I inquired. Tom
snickered and paused before speaking.
"That is not appropriate attire for the office, the standard is the same
for all," Tom insisted. I was puzzled. Did he mean that his suit was the
standard? What did he mean by "same for all"?
"So you mean silver suits?" I asked naively. Again, Tom snickered at my
question. I was beginning to get frustrated. "What is the standard uniform
for men in the office then?" I asked bluntly.
"The same applies for everyone," he stated again.
"But I haven't seen any male employees yet," I continued.
"Yes you have, Janey and Natalie for example," Tom replied. Now I was
really confused. Why did he say that Janey and Natalie were male, that was
impossible. I puzzled some more, looking very confused.
"What?" was the only stupid sounding reply that I could come up with. Tom
called Natalie into his office again. Once again she promptly glided into
the office with a grin on her face as if she was in on a giant secret. She
again assumed the subservient position in front of her boss. Tom got up
from his seat and took Natalie by her hand and he sat on the couch next to
me. He pulled Natalie to his lap and began stroking her long, perfect
thighs. I watched as his hand eased her skirt up passed her stocking tops
to her crotch. He was kissing her breasts through her blouse and she was
kissing the top of his head. Soon her black lace panties were visible and
Tom's hand was busy rubbing them on the outside. Natalie threw her head
back in delight. She was enjoying the attention. It was an erotic sight but
I still didn't understand. I was busy watching Natalie's reaction and
glanced down again to see that Tom had pulled aside Natalie's panties and
had hold of her thick ten-inch cock. Her cock and balls were shaved
perfectly smooth. Tom stroked it with his hand and then dropped down to
it. He began wrapping his mouth around the head and taking long sucks on
it. I was shocked but also very aroused. I was getting another hard-on
already. Tom took some deep, long sucks on her getting it very wet. He then
looked up at me as I was staring intently.
"Want some?" he offered. All I could do was nod my head. He held Natalie's
cock out for me. I leaned down and began kissing it and licking it all
over. I had never had a cock in my mouth before and never thought I would
like it but watching Natalie moan in ecstasy as I administered a blowjob
made it wonderful. I was soon pumping my mouth up and down on her stiff
shaft as Tom moved lower to lick her balls and put a finger into her
bum. While enjoying the oral service we were giving, she reached over and
squeezed my erection through my pants. Natalie unzipped me again and pulled
out my rejuvenated member. We adjusted ourselves on the couch, with me on
the bottom and Natalie over me in a sixty-nine position. She took my cock
into her sweet mouth again as I did the same to her. The sight of her
stocking top thighs on either side of my head and her pretty pantied bottom
were sexier than hell. Tom stepped up from behind Natalie and moved her
panties aside further, exposing her smooth ass crack. Then he began licking
her asshole, only inches from my face. He really probed her deep with his
tongue. I had never done that before but it sure looked good. She began
thrusting herself into my mouth, as my throat took more and more of her
length with each stroke.
Tom stood up and had his thick hard-on in his hand. I watched as he
positioned the head of it against Natalie's little puckered hole. It was so
close to my face. I had the best seat in the house. Tom slowly slid it into
her tight rectum until his balls were touching hers. Natalie barely
flinched and only replied with a moan around my cock. This was extremely
intense and I felt that I wouldn't last long getting sucked by this beauty
and watching her get fucked inches from my eyes while sucking her huge
cock. Tom was really fucking her ass hard too. He took long, hard strokes
into her behind making her thrust harder into my mouth. Just as I thought
that I couldn't hold it any longer, I felt a rush of hot cum flooding my
mouth. Natalie was coming and coming hard. Her cum was hot and salty, and I
tried to swallow as best that I could. It was then that I released my load
too, which Natalie ate up without hesitation. After we each had drank up
each other's orgasms she pulled herself from my mouth and released my
member from hers. I swallowed the overflowing contents in a big gulp. Tom
removed himself from Natalie's caboose with a trail of cum fallowing his
cock. Natalie immediately parked her bum onto my face and I licked up the
cum from her asshole. It was all like a dream and I was helpless to control
it. Once Natalie was content that her bottom was clean she stood up and
adjusted her panties and skirt. She smoothed them out and left the room.
I lay there, with my used cock hanging out and a glaze on my face. Tom
zipped himself up and returned to his desk. "So you see now, the dress code
applies to everyone equally," Tom restated. So even the men dressed as
women. I would never in a million years have guessed that Natalie or Janey
for that matter was not a real woman. Then the next thought entered my
mind; did this mean that I was expected to dress feminine too?
"I know what you about to ask next, so don't worry, I have answers for
you," Tom informed me. "Our image consultant, Mai Wong, is a makeover
expert and will help you change into the proper woman. You'll be set up
with an initial wardrobe allowance of two thousand dollars to get you
going." That answered that question.
"So how many of the girls here are actually...you know?" I asked.
"All of them," Tom replied quickly. "Funny, how the nation's fasting
growing modern women's magazine doesn't have one genetic woman in its head
office," he went on. It was extremely ironic. There had to be twenty or
more `women' in the office, and every one of them was a crossdresser. What
a shocker.
Tom made a quick call to Mai Wong. "Alright, we can get started today, Mai
will help get you dolled up for a photo shot, this month goes to press on
Friday and I want to run a promo ad with your picture. It will read, `Mary
Callahan on sports starting next month in Go Girl.' I hope you like the
name. We can't use your male name obviously," Tom insisted. "It will be
great having a redhead on the staff too," he added. Now I was confused
again. I wasn't a natural redhead so how could he know about my red wig?
"Wait a minute!" I insisted. "How could you know that I would be interested
in doing the job as a woman?" I asked.
"The Max party of course," Tom started. "Your parade around the hotel in
the red wig and black dress was a great show," he added. Before I could ask
more questions, Mai Wong arrived. She was a slim Asian woman about my age
but very beautiful and refined. She had shoulder length black hair and wore
the company standard seemed stockings and short skirt with 4" high heels
with ankle straps. Her skirt was charcoal and her jacket was royal
blue. Mai was also a man in women's clothing. I would carefully screen
everyone I met to discover that it was true; all of these gorgeous women
were all men in drag.
Mai guided me to a make-up room and began working. She was far more
talented at make-up application than I was and gave me some pointers as she
worked. She then brought me a red wig, which was slightly longer than my
shoulders in a Jennifer Aniston style. She continued with cloths by picking
out a navy skirt suit, black seemed stockings and 4" velvet high heels with
ankle straps. The transformation was brilliant. After two hours I was a new
woman. We made our way to the photo studio where my pictures would be taken
but stopped by Tom Hadden's office on the way. Natalie was pleasantly
surprised at my new look. She led us into the office with a big smile.
Once inside, it all seemed to make sense. We were not greeted by Tom, but
by Audrey Kline instead. She was looking as stunning as I remembered from
the party. That's when I realized that they were one in the same person. I
can't believe that I never put the two together. I was wondering how Tom
got away with being the only male in the office. "Some times, we need a
male representative for things as well as making trips to the printing and
distribution centre out in the burbs. That's when Tom steps in. Otherwise,
Audrey runs the magazine, I like it better that way," Audrey explained. "As
for spotting you at the hotel, I figured that hot redhead was a cross
dresser but wasn't sure who it was for sure until I spotted you at the bar.
You looked like a candidate and when I looked at your eyes, I knew that it
was you. You still had a smudge of mascara on your eyelash," she added. So
that was it.
After the photo shoot, I went home still dressed as a woman. I gave my old
job two weeks notice, which they didn't even try to fight. Male sports
writers were dying to get in there. I did get a healthy severance from
them, which didn't hurt. I told them that I was going away for a while and
getting out of the business. I wonder how many of them would link the
arrival of the new Go Girl sports writer with my sudden departure.
The first official day on the job arrived and I was a bundle of nerves. I
arrived dressed in official company code. I wore a grey pinstripe skirt
suit with white blouse. The hem was of course short and my stockings were
black with seems. I wore 4" black heels with ankle straps as required. The
receptionist, who was not Janey, greeted me. The new girl introduced
herself as Paula and politely welcomed me. She directed me to my new office
and I made my own way. Many girls approached me along the way with pleasant
smiles and warm greetings. I arrived at my destination to find Janey
waiting for me. She was dressed in a very smart black skirt suit. She was
full of energy and seemed genuinely excited at my arrival. "Hello Ma'am,
I'm Janey and I'll be your personal assistant. Let me show you your new
office," she stated with a rehearsed polish. " Can I just say how happy I
am to be working for you? When I first heard that you were joining the
magazine, I wrote up my memo immediately to be your secretary. I was
promoted the next day. I have been getting everything ready for you since
then," Janey explained. She was right, everything was prepared for me,
office set up, stationary, computer, security pass, everything.
"Well honey, I had set aside the entire morning to get set up, but you have
taken care of all of that already. What will I do with all my extra time?"
I joked.
Janey grinned, "Well, we could spend it getting to know each other better."
"Great idea hon, come on in and lock the door the behind you," I replied. I
was going to love this job.
Next time, I'll tell you about the party they threw for me after work on my
first day.
Mary Callahan,
Sports writer
Go Girl magazine