The New Secretary
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Once inside I was now the "new" secretary and would be known as Deborah. I hung my car coat up, set my purse on my desk then went about my regular duties by making coffee. Donna looked me over.
"Yes, you're a proper little secretary now, very nice, very ladylike." Then, issuing a satisfied smile she went into her office.
In being off for a week there was a lot of mail and paperwork to file and catch up on. I finished with the coffee then swished into Donna's office to deliver her cup. She noticed me mincing on the heels, my shiny nylons swishing under my tight pencil skirt and my bust jiggling under my satin blouse as I set the cup on her desk.
"Thank you Deborah dear" she said as she casually went back to work.
"Yes ma'am" I replied as I returned to my duties.
I sat down at my typewriter and was glad that Donna didn't have my salon nails made that long. This way they were short enough so I could still type. And I had a lot of correspondence to answer and a lot of typing to do. So I set to work. A couple hours later Donna left for downtown on a couple errands and I decided to stay through lunch to stay safe at the office on my first day totally dressed as a woman, and to get the extra work done.
I took phone calls, answered letters and did my filing as usual then noticed myself in the mirror at the new look Donna had helped to give me. I ran my hands over my feminized form and was astounded! She had dressed me from head to toe and from the skin out! She had gotten me a complete new wardrobe so I would be able to look like the perfect little feminine lady every day around the office. She had corseted my waist, and gotten me a well padded girdle that really widened my hips and rounded my bottom, and I could feel the weight and jiggle from the silicone breast forms that now sat snugly in the cups of my satin brassiere under my lacy, white nylon full slip and my blue, long sleeved satin blouse with high collar and large satin sash bow at the front.
My eyebrows had been plucked into a high and feminine arch now and my ears had been pierced. I could feel the gold hoops as they dangled against my neck from under my long hairdo that was now dyed a bright blonde and fixed in a feminine style that parted in the middle and feathered away from my face in large sweeping curls. I was slightly built and small in stature to begin with but looked nothing like a man anymore and any masculine nuances I had were now hidden by Donna's intensive week long training session and any left over manly traces were now totally muted, covered up and totally concealed by the ladies clothing, hairstyle, makeup, perfume and jewelry.
The days and weeks passed. And although we had little walk in traffic, no one ever suspected that I was a man. They simply saw the name plate "Deborah" and behind the desk a feminine, shapely lady going about her secretarial duties as the scent of perfume hung in the air and the sound of swishing nylon echoed through the office whenever I moved in my seat or crossed my legs!
The End
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