We all understood Anita's desire, but April saw it was late and ended the evening. “You're soft now, Stacy so lock yourself back up. Laura, would you help her replace her plug? Anita and I will clean up in the kitchen and then we have to go, but remember you have a decision to make tonight. If you want more of what you got tonight, you need to please me and we talked about what would please me starting tomorrow.” April leaned over and kissed me before going off into the kitchen with Anita. I put my chastity back on as Laura fetched my butt plug. When my chastity was on, I bent over to receive the plug, but Laura asked me something instead.
"So how was it?” There was expectation in her voice.
"Sooo good. I've never felt so submissive before. I loved it.” It was the plain truth.
"So I guess I'll see Stacy tomorrow, right?” Now there was barely contained glee in her voice.
I turned around and kissed her with all the passion I could muster. When the kiss broke I breathlessly replied. “Yes, tomorrow is Stacy's first day. Poor Scott, he's gone and I don't think he'll be back."
Laura exploded and began hopping around with glee. We were as I imagined giddy schoolgirls to be and I had to remind her to slip my plug in.
When they left I felt so alone, but I had a mission so I picked out a sexy outfit, laid it out, took off my makeup, and shaved before going to bed. Tomorrow was going to be a big day, perhaps the biggest of my life, but although I was nervous I slept like a rock perhaps because my hormones were in balance for the first time in weeks.
When the alarm clock went off, I showered, made myself up and dressed feeling all the time like this was me, the new me. As I slipped into my Miata, I took a deep breath and felt good. A turn of the key sent me on my way to being Stacy for the whole world.
What was it Shakespeare said in Macbeth? Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more.
What did he know?
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Chapter 8
No one seemed to be looking strangely at me as I made my way through our office building's lobby to the elevator in my Ann Klein, dark blue blazer, a matching pinstripe skirt, champagne stockings, and strappy sandals. Considering I was a bundle of nerves, I wasn't going to try to negotiate the day in heels. The people around me were all essentially strangers, none of whom knew I had been dressed as a man when I passed through here yesterday. On the ride up in the elevator I was accompanied by two men and a woman and the men gave me the same feeling I'd first had in the mall. They were unabashedly staring at me. Knowing this, I held my breath knowing full well what might be next. Hopefully I would make it to my floor before one of them hit on me.
"Are you new here, Miss? I haven't seen you before.” The taller of the two, who had cute brown eyes, said this just as we stopped for the 7th floor.
Too late, oh god, what do I say?
"Yes, I'm new, it's my first day.” What else could I say? No way could I tell him sorry, I'm really a guy. I felt some relief when the other guy exited with a smile, but the woman stayed.
"Humm, let me guess, I'll bet you're a new writer for that women's magazine on the 12th floor. I have to tell you I get a kick out of reading those articles you ladies write, you know the ones with titles like, Seven Ways to Thrill Your Man in Bed.” He laughed, but I saw through his effort in an instant. It wasn't important to him if I was a writer for a woman's magazine, what he wanted was to get me thinking of and perhaps talking about sex. In another moment of lucidity on the battle of the sexes, I suddenly wondered if all guys were this transparent.
"So you read women's magazines, what other feminine pursuit's do you have?” I turned the question around and pushed it make at him in an embarrassing form, but as I did it occurred to me. Am I flirting with him?
He didn't look amused at my counter play. “Ha-ha, you must be the gag writer, right? Anyways, my name is Victor and I'm in the market, a futures analyst. Would you like to go for coffee sometime?” He recovered quickly and moved a little closer to me.
It was a moment of true realization for me. Yes, I knew I appeared to be a beautiful woman to him, but that didn't explain my excitement at being in his presence and my desire to flirt. I realized it was a no win situation for both of us, because the closer I let him get the more likely it was this would become an embarrassing train wreck.
The elevator stopped at the 12th floor and the woman got out and I realized this was my chance to escape and have him think I worked on this floor. We were only two floors below Benson & Forbes, so I took the opportunity to slip out and ditch the guy. As far as I saw it, I was doing us both a favor.
As soon as the elevator door closed, I heard a voice behind me.
"Now let me guess, you don't work on this floor you're just escaping that guy, right?” The other woman had short brown hair with hazel eyes and she gave me a sort of sly smile.
"No, I work on the 14th at Benson & Forbes, but I figure I can take the stairs rather than deal with him.” We turned and walked together for a little and I figured our conversation was probably over, but she continued.
"So, do you always ditch cute guys who hit on you? I supposed with your looks you must have to beat them off with a stick, right.” Initially she seemed mad at me, like she had some underlying resentment of my looks, but she smiled at me.
Taking a closer look at her, I noticed she seemed overweight, not by a lot but in all the wrong places, and she had what Scott would have called a “plain Jane” look. “No, I really don't, but well . . . let's say I just don't have a lot of experience with men. My name is Stacy and it's my first day here.” I wanted her to be my friend if that was possible.
"Really, that's kinda hard to believe. I'm Kathy and I do work at the magazine. I just find it surprising you don't attract guys a half dozen at a time. I mean you have that look they're all hungry. It's hard sometimes, not fitting into the picture they all have in their thick heads.” Kathy sounded to me like she might have reason to resent guys, but she laughed after what she said so it seemed like she was still trying.
Not being sure how sensitive she was on the subject of men, I tried to change the subject. “So what do you do at the magazine? Are you a writer? Do you write those sex articles?"
"Nope, four years and I'm still an assistant to own of the editors. I was hoping I'd get to write by now, but they just don't seem to see much value in my ideas. It's frustrating, but I keep trying.” Kathy showed even more sensitivity to talking about her job than she did men.
"Oh, I see, well I'm sorry if it hasn't happened for you. I'm sure if you keep trying something will open up.” I felt Kathy seemed to clearly need a boost, but I felt unsure as to how to help her.
"No, don't apologize. It's not your fault. Maybe my ideas aren't so hot. The writers on the staff all have your kind of looks and they write about dating, sex, clothes and things like that, but I think in terms of kids, finding a husband, and balancing your checkbook. I guess I just don't fit their demographic.” Now Kathy seemed really frustrated and I wondered if I should just say bye and run to the stairs, but I got an idea.
"Well, could I help you, like be a source or something for an article?” I was on dangerous ground because I hadn't really thought this out. I just had an urge to help her.
"Really, you would do that! Like an article on beauty tips, or killer outfits.” Kathy got instantly excited and I got an image of her as the girl in high school who wanted to fit in the beautiful girl's clique, but never did. I was perhaps the first girl with looks who'd given her the time of day.
However the problem was I'd bitten off a bit more than I could chew. I was a raw beginner when it came to make-up and beauty and if my outfit was killer the credit had to go to Anita or Laura. I searched my mind for some topic of interest to woman that I had some expertise on and it struck me like a thunderbolt.
"How about this for a title. What to Do When He Wants to Get Kinky. Do you think that would grab your edi
tor?” I figured I could cover this because anything I couldn't handle I could consult with April or Paulo about.
"Oh my god, you know that stuff? That would be awesome.” Kathy paused and then looked at me funny. “Wait, didn't you say you didn't have much experience with men?"
She sort of had me there, but I thought quickly. “I mean as far as flirting, I don't waste my time. If I see a guy I like I just go for him. You know, straight to the naughty stuff.” I smiled hoping she would buy my bluff.
"Okay, so you're Stacy, the new girl at Benson & Forbes. I'll give you a ring next week and we can set something up. I'm so excited. Thank you so much.” Kathy stopped and hugged me and I realized we were at the door to the magazine offices.
I hugged her back enthusiastically and I felt happy. Here I was making new friends with other women, on my first day. No matter what it took, I was going to help Kathy and stay in touch with her. Somehow, and I didn't really know why, but these friendships seemed deeper and more important to me than any guy friendships I ever had.
After our parting, Kathy's words about my looks stayed in my head. They were flattering to my ego because I'd never expected to enter femininity near the top of the looks chain or a ten as guys would say. However I also realized it could present problems because I wasn't a woman and I had no idea how any individual guy would react if he discovered my secret. There was no doubt I would have to be carefully if I intended on flirting with guys and something told me I would not be able to resist the urge.
I had deliberately left early so as to get into the office before everyone else arrived rather than parading in with all eyes upon me, but unfortunately my plan was ruined by my delay with Kathy and the early arrival of the last person I expected. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw Greg standing in the coffee room. Of course he noticed me immediately and I froze afraid he would surely recognize me.
"Hey, are you new here? You must be I've never seen you before. Scott must have hired you for data entry or something, right? Well, you're here pretty early. He doesn't usually come in till nine.” Greg approached me quickly as I stood on worrying he would realize who I was.
When he didn't I was stunned and I thought if he doesn't recognize me maybe no one will, but then I realized it would make any difference. If I was going to continue working her as their boss, all my employees would have to know Scott was now Stacy.
"Yes, I'm new, first day.” I pushed out the words, but as I said them I realized I was misleading him.
"Don't worry, I'm making coffee and after we can burn time while I show you around. My name is Greg. I'm sorta Scott's right hand man.” Greg smiled and with a flourish of his hand he invited me into the coffee room.
"Oh, okay, and I should tell you I'm not data entry. I'm a new accountant.” I was amused to her him say he was my right hand man, but I kept telling myself I should just tell him who I really was, but I didn't want to.
"A new accountant, hum, I didn't think we needed one. Well anyways, what's your name, beautiful?” Clearly Greg had abandoned whatever he was here early to do and reverted to pick-up mode with me as his new target.
Suddenly I realized why I didn't want to tell him who I was and it went beyond dealing with his reaction. I was having fun and I wanted to flirt with my buddy. “Do you say that to all the girls, Greg? My name's Stacy and I'm here to work, just so you know."
"All of them, no, just the ones who look like you. Work, yah, I do that, but how about coffee first. You do drink coffee, don't you Stacy?” The look in Greg's eyes was priceless and I felt I had him reeled in already. His wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights look told me he was in awe of me and would do literally anything to impress me. Humm, should I test that theory?
"Oh yes, Greg, I do drink coffee.” I replied as I took a seat at one of the tables.
"I'm brewing a fresh pot now. How do you take yours?” Greg smiled and I immediately looked at the coffee maker. It was indeed brewing and I chuckled on the inside because I remembered there had once been an office pool to bet on when, if ever, Greg would make coffee. No one had won because no one had seen him do so until now.
Next I concentrated on Greg's simple and wholly innocent question of what did I take in my coffee? My male mind realized how many outrageously flirty opportunities it presented. What would Greg think if I said I liked my coffee hot and black like my men? Now I had enough sense not to say that, but I desperately wanted to give Greg an opportunity to show how head over heels he was for the office's newest blonde hottie.
"Oh, I simply love those hazelnut-flavored creamers. They make the coffee taste heavenly. Do you have those?” I tried to lower the falsetto I'd been using to speak so it sounded sexier.
Greg began to look around the coffee maker, in drawers under the counters and in the fridge, but he seemed to come up empty. What would he do? “Well, it doesn't look like we have them, but . . . let me see what I can do.” Greg's voice actually dropped as he spoke becoming a low, manly bass when he was reassuring me he would take care of my needs.
"There's a little convenience store in the lobby. I'll go get some for you. It'll just take a few minutes” He was completely serious and he took off leaving me in utter shock. Was that Greg, the guy I'd never known to go out of his way for anyone else's needs?
Now I sat there alone with the smell of fresh coffee in the air. As I sat waiting for Greg's return, I waffled back and forth between pressing forward with my flirtation, or simply confessing who I was to him. Part of me felt guilty over what I was doing, but part of me wanted to keep playing and I knew Greg wouldn't stop.
"You're such a gentleman, Greg. Bravo to you.” I greeted Greg's return to the coffee room with this over-excited reaction and went to the extent of putting my hand with its fake, pink, polished nails on his arm. Somewhere I'd heard guys think it's hot when a woman touches them so I played that card.
After he'd fixed my coffee, Greg fixed his own and sat down next to me. “So, this may seem like a stupid question, but you seem real young to be a CPA. Now I know better than to ask a woman's age, but you must be almost fresh out of school to be as young as you look.” Greg was being sly, trying to get a handle on my age while acting innocent of actually asking. I had the advantage because I knew Greg was younger than Scott, but from our past conversations I knew he liked his women younger than he was, truthfully, the younger the better in his mind.
"No, it hasn't been too long. I just got certified eight months ago. At first I tried to go out on my own, but it's hard to drum up enough clients to survive on your own. These days all the small business owners want a big firm with a reputation standing behind them.” I felt a tinge of guilt because this was a boldface lie. Scott Gammons had held his certification for six years.
"Wow, eight months, Scott must have really been impressed by you. He usually only hires an accountant if they have two years’ experience or more.” Greg sipped his coffee and then continued. “Just so you know if you've only been certified for eight months you might want some help dealing with real world client problems. Remember I'm always there for you and I have experience."
I wondered if would be as eager to be there for me if I was fat and over forty, but I gave him my best feminine giggle and let my false eyelashes turn down as if I was embarrassed. “Thank you, you're so nice, Greg, are all the guys in this office as cute and helpful as you?” Then I looked right at him and fluttered my eyes.
"No, not all of them.” He chuckled. “You'll find I'm pretty unique and I'd love to get to know you better, Stacy. You seem like a very intelligent woman.” Greg had confidence when it came to women and he wasn't afraid to make a bold move like he did when he reached out and touched my hand.
Nervous as I was, I fought my initial instinct to pull my hand away and so it remained there for several seconds. Intelligent? Greg, you never said that to Scott. I remembered him once saying he didn't care if a girl was as dumb as a post as long as she looked good and let him fuck her. “Well, that's an interesting p
roposal and I'll certainly think about it. Right now, I'm between boyfriends and I don't want to rush into anything right away, but we'll see.” As I said it, I realized I was giving him the encouraging, hope-for-the-future put-off and I wondered how many times I'd heard the same thing from women. Did any of them realize how false and insincere it sounded?
My flirty conversation with Greg continued more than fifteen minutes while he basically showed me around and told me things about Benson & Forbes I of course already knew. The only interesting part came when I got him to talk about his boss, Scott Gammons. As I listened to Greg's assessment of the faults of my male persona, three other employees, one man and two women, arrived for work. Each time one of them looked at me I held my breath fearing instant recognition and utter humiliation, but none of them took me for anything but a new employee. However it did end Greg's private assess to me because the two women took me off to the coffee room and sort of monopolized the conversation as they tried to get to know me. They posed some interesting questions I's never anticipated and I had to think fast to respond to some of them.
It wasn't until Lady April finally sauntered into the coffee room that I felt I'd been rescued. April didn't say anything immediately she just stood by the table where we all were sitting and watched me with fascination. Finally when she poured herself a coffee spoke. “Hello, Stacy, Scott told me you'd be here this morning. He said he hired a new accountant and would I show you the ropes. He asked me because he said he wouldn't be in right away so shall we go to my office?” April's tone was polite, but I got the message she wanted to talk to me in private.
"Sure, I'm anxious to get started guess.” I nodded to April as I stood up and then I turned to Greg. “Thanks for the coffee and being such a gentleman, Greg.” As I said this I noticed the looks on the other women's faces like they were thinking Greg? Gentleman? Those words don't go together.
"You're welcome, Stacy. Have a great first day.” Greg still had the wide-eyed look as he looked up at me and now I wondered if my flirty play had been a mistake.
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