The college boy strutted jauntily down the street, the classified ads propped under his arm. Summer break had started, and this freshman was looking for a good job. He felt he would have no trouble, he had a year of college and was looking in the store windows, confident that he was the most qualified for the job, any job, that he was somehow superior to the locals,and especially the girls he saw working in the shops and restaurants. What could they offer that he couldn't do better. After all, he was a man, a college man.
He entered the small shop, "A Touch Of Satin", after seeing the tiny help wanted sign placed suspiciously in an inconspicuous corner of the window. Typically stupid, just like a woman. The store, a small boutique, was new, the floors covered with boxes and shelving, the assembled shelves stocked haphazardly with an assortment of merchandise, woman's stuff he imagined. The manager of the store stood to one side, looking pensively at the workers putting the store in order. She was tall, her figure beneath the the severe business suit was trim, but uninviting. She wore large horn rim glasses, no makeup, and her hair was pulled back in a shapeless bun.
Nibbling distractedly at a pencil, she jumped, startled, when he brashly announced that the job was filled. She looked at him, appraisingly.
"Why should I hire you?"
The boy, cockily, said that he was the best man for the job, better than any of the simple minded girls he had seen in the neighbouring stores. She said nothing, her grip on the pencil tightening perceptibly, the knuckles whitening briefly. Unfazed, the boy brashly asked about the salary. The woman replied, "Its adequate. There are a few forms for you to fill out, and an employment contract for you to sign."
The boy filled in the forms without reading them.
"Be sure to read the dress code before you sign the contract"
The boy nodded, signed his name with a flourish. He was always a sharp dresser, one of the best dressed guys at the house.
"Be here at nine sharp tommorow."
He left the store nodding confidently. As the door closed behind him, the womans's fingers gripped the pencil, and it broke with a loud snap. Her eyes behind the glasses steely and determined. She nodded to herself, a faint smile on her lips.
The boy walked into the store the next morning. He wore his best sport coat, and his fraternity tie knotted around his button down oxford shirt.
"I'm here, how does this outfit strike you? The dress code is, I'm sure, satisfied"
"You obviously didn't read the contract closely" the woman's voice was a husky purr. He stared unbelievingly at the woman. He couldn't accept what his eyes were telling him. The womans hair once mousy in the tight bun was full and thick, teased into a sexy red mane. The figure hidden before by the business suit was lushly revealed by the tight leather outfit she now wore. Her legs, long and deeply tanned, were fully displayed by the short tight skirt, her breasts full in the low cut leather blouse. The boy just stared ahead.
"This is after all a fashionable boutique, and this is a binding contract." The boy, still off balance, tried to get control.
"Now hold on here."
"You hold on sweetie, you signed the contract, and we are going to enforce it. Right girls?" At the sound of her voice the backroom door flew open, and two tall, strong looking women came in. They said nothing, stood at attention, their eyes devoted to the woman.
"Our new apprentice didn"t read his contract. What a bad little boy he is". The student turned to leave, was stopped by strong hands clamped to his arms. He found suddenly he couldn't move.
"Read him the dress code". One of the girls obediently read the clause in the contract.
"The employee shall dress so as to satisfy fully the employer. The employer shall have full authority and discretion as to what constitutes satisfaction"
"You see, what you are wearing does not, repeat, not satisfy me. Girls, take our little helper and dress him to satisfy me."
The girls pulled his arms up behind his back, helplessly he followed them into the backroom. There they shackled his arms above his head to the hooks conveniently set in the oak beam of the ceiling. A gag was roughly shoved into his mouth. He was helpless. He watched, astonished, as they pulled out long knives
sharp and gleaming in the harsh light of the room. They moved towards him, and cut the clothes from his body. His anger was tempered by relief when they put the knives away without harming him. Now naked he stood shamed and silent. One of the girls began to spread thick white lather over his legs, and he watched them begin to scrape it from his legs with razors. His face grew red when he saw the smooth skin the razors left. The girls shaved every inch of his body smooth. He felt the rinsing water course over the now smooth skin. Next one of the girls grabbed the back of his head and pulled his head back, while spreading a smelly cream over his neck and face. He felt it burn briefly, and then the girl rinsed it off. The girl traced a long nail across the smooth skin.
"This stuff works fantastic. not a sign of beard. But then our little boy had little more than peach fuzz anyway." Crimson, the boy stood silent. Next the girl began to pluck at his eyebrows with an electric pair of tweezers. He felt the brief snap as she worked her way along the brows.
The girl cooed softly "Oh what pretty brows, so thin and fine" The girl unclamped his hands briefly, sat him down, and strapped his wrists to the arms of the chair. Then she glued long acrylic nails onto his own, filing them into sharp, long talons. His face was scarlet as he watched her paint them a bright, bright red, the toenails soon following suit. She then stood him up. He made no attempt to resist, just stood there, shocked and embarassed. He barely reacted when the girls placed a corset around his waist, the satiny panels circling, and then narrowing his waist. He felt the pressure as the corset was tightened, looked amazed, and dazed as he saw his waist drawn in impossibly narrow. The girls scarcely paused, stepped him into a tight pair of silky panties and a sheer pair of silky hose, the fabric shiny and smooth over the hairless legs. The shoes were next. A delicate leather pump, with a high spike heel. He tottered on the heels, the clicking echoing, mockingly on the tiled floor. Next the girls applied a thin layer of cement to his now hairless chest, and to his complete surprise, placed a realistic pair of artificial breasts over his own flat chest. Once glued, the breasts hung and bounced and swayed as if real. The girls then slipped a lacy bra over the breasts. It held them up, gave them shape, made them stand full and proud on his chest. Ashamed, the boy looked away. The girls sat him down on the chair. One of them gathered his hair and placed it in a tight skull cap. Another began to spread the makeup carefully and expertly on his face. He felt and smelt the foundation and blusher being applied, as he kept his eyes clamped shut. He felt the mascara being spread on his lashes, and then the liner and shadows on his eyelids. He felt the girls brush the lipstick and lip gloss on his lips, and smelled the sweet scent of the perfume as the girls dabbed it behind his ears. Next he felt the brief stick of the earings as they clung to his lobes, dangling and brushing against the side of his neck. He peeked out and saw the wig, blonde and long, its bangs swept high, the fall teased and thick.
They lowered it onto his head, pinned it securely into place. He felt the strands brush against the back of his neck and the crest of his shoulders. They stood him up before he had a chace to see himself in the mirror. His relief was short lived, as the girls stepped him into a tight sexy skirt, its sides laced, showing an expanse of thigh. The blouse was full and silky, bright in contrast to the skirt. A pair of colored leather belts crossed his waist in a narrow crescent. The girls next slipped a few shiny rings on his fingers. They stood him up, and slowly turned him towards the mirror. He stared ahead. The woman entered the room quietly. The boy stared ahead, unbelievingly.
The woman smiled, said in a low voice " Now I am satisfied." The boy stared ahead, seeing but not believing. His face was smooth, the makeup even and clear, the eyes somehow large and wide under the long thick lashes and the fine cheeks were smoothly rouged, and his lips were delicately drawn in a bright red shiny gloss. The wig looked perfect and perfectly real, its gentle bell of blonde hair framing the face. He looked astonished at the full breasts pushing realistically against the silky blouse, and the long nyloned legs perched on the high, high heels. The skirt was tight, and the belts circled the tiny waist making it appear feminine, against the comparative breadth of his hips. He looked at his hands saw the dainty rings, the bright long nails. He shook his head, felt the hair swing along his shoulders. He couldn't believe what he was seeing in the mirror. He could scarcely recognize himself. He saw a girl in the mirror, a sexy, voluptous young girl. He looked at the woman.
"Now you are dressed to my satisfaction. You are free to go. However, if you look around the room, you will see the video cameras. A little tape has been made of your little adjustment. I am sure the guys at the fraternity would love to see it. I am sure they will wonder why you couldn't get away from some helpless females. Even if they believe you, they will have their doubts, and those doubts will be your downfall, my little helper. They'll wonder about you, wonder if you are a little bit queer, whether you wanted it. Now if you choose to stay and work here for the summer, well, I will see that the tapes are destroyed. Do we have a deal?"
"What choice do I have?"
"None, precious. Now get your cute lttle buns out in the store and get to work. There are customers waiting."
The new assistant opened the door. The store was full of customers. The store catered to an unusual clientle. There were striking women, their clothes severe and dramatic. Young girls, in bright styles came in, giggling. He noticed to his complete surprise and relief that no one realized he wasn't what he so very much appeared to be. He also noticed that some of the women who came in the store were not what they appeared to be. They were attractive in their designer clothing, and their high fashion hairstyles, but something about them just wasn't right. He realized they were men, men who dressed up as women. Queens as the guys at the frat would say. He then realized to his complete and utter shame, that he was a queen too, that he was more feminine looking than any of the other "girls" in the room. Shaken, he left the store. He wandered down the street, forgetting temporarily how he was dressed. He heard whistles, and catcalls, and suddenly realized that he was walking around, in public, in a complete woman's outfit. He ran back into the store as fast as his hi-heels would carry him. The woman looked at him, told him to wait on the customers. He did, for the rest of the day. At closing the woman motioned for him to follow her into the back room. The new assistant did so, walking carefully on the stacked heels. She perched easily on a countertop.
"How did my new shopgirl enjoy her first day?"
Squirming. the boy said nothing. She smiled.
"I am sure you will come to love it here. Don't you look nice in your litttle fit. I approve. It satisfies me almost completely. Now I suggest you satisfy me totally." At that she lifted her skirt. Her legs were long and deeply tanned, and tapered beautifully to her full hips. " Now on your knees and show me your devotion" She spread those shapely legs, and the boy swallowing hard dipped his head to her beautiful crotch.
Afterwards,impersonally, she told him to show up for work, bright and early the next day. She gave him a replacement for the suit cut away by the girls just a few hours before. It seemed so much longer somehow, a whole lifetime. Gratefully he changed back into the slacks and shirt. After washing away the makeup, he went, red faced and ashamed to the door. The woman handed him a suitcase, told him to show up in the outfit it contained. Her voice was quiet, the threat implicit in the sweet low tone. She grabbed his wrist abruptly, and slipped an intricate ring on his finger. The ring was ornate and carved seemingly from a block of pure gold, its shape like that of a key in a lock.
"This is our little symbol. Our society. You are a member, and you are mine. Remember that." Shaken, the boy left, quickly, his jaunty strut replaced by a quick, darting walk, as if looking for cover from some dangerous force. Scared, trembling, upset, he went straight to his room. He tried to sleep, tried to put the day behind him, to forget the image reflected in the mirror, his image of himselfrozen and obscurred by that of the beautiful girl. her eyes wide set below the blonde fringe of the upswept bangs. He closed his eyes, felt them open again. His vision then locked on the suitcase across the room. He forced them closed, but the images danced before him. He got up, felt the chill of the night on his now hairless body.
He hesitated across the room and worriedly opened the suitcase. His eyes opened wide as he saw its hidden contents. Stunned, he crawled under the covers, and grudgingly drifted off to a shallow, flight filled sleep.
In the morning, he awoke. He hoped it was all a dream, his hopes dashed by the sight of the suitcase. He arose slowly, suddenly decisive. He dressed in a shirt and pants, grabbed the suitcase, and left his apartment. He walked aimlessly, his mind racing, the thoughts colliding. He had an idea, searched quickly through his wallet. There it was, the alumni phone listing. There should be someone who could help. Scanning the columns of fine print, he saw the number for a local attorney who had graduated a few years before. He jammed two dimes in the nearby pay phone, and dialed the number.
The boy scaled the stairs to the third floor suite of offices. The attorney was doing pretty well, the boy noting the fine antique furiture in the spacious lobby.
"A brother in need. How can I be of assistance. " The attorney entered the office. He was tall and slender, with a full beard and what appeared, somewhat obviously, to be a man's wig. The poor man had probably gone prematurely bald. The boy spilled out his story, showed the young lawyer the exotic clothing in the suitcase, the intricate ring. The lawyer, hands in his pockets looked thoughtful.
"I think we can work this out. First thing is for you to go to work. Come here after lunch, and we can resolve the whole siuation."
"Back to work?! I couldn't do that. I just couldn't do that."
"You'll have to. I need the time to work everything out. She can't know that you talked to me. We have to keep her unaware."
"OK, I'll do it, I'll do it."
"Come here during your lunch break."
The boy showed up at the boutique. Under the withering glance of the woman, he swiftly went to the back room, and began to change, the girls helping with the wig, nails and makeup. This outfit was tighter, and slinkier than the one he wore before. The sight of the breastforms peeking through the low v neck of the dress, exposing the chest. His chest was more than he could stand. The morning dragged on, he thought lunch would never come. Finally twelve noon rolled around.
"Only one hour for lunch. No time to change into those disgusting male clothes"
The boy, upset, left the store. He felt so foolish in the skimpy outfit. He hurried across the town to the office, saw his image, the sexy young girl, in the mirrored door of the office building, and felt the shame course through his body. He climbed the stairs, felt the draft of the air conditioner swirl under the short skirt. He reached the office, grateful for the seclusion of the office. The receptionist and secretaries were gone. He called out into the empty room.
"Be with you in a minute" the lawyer answered from the adjoining office. The boy sat, awkwardly in the tight little skirt. "Everything is under control. Relax, I'll be out in just a few minutes. You know, a lawyer's life is an interesting one. It turns out that I have had prior dealings with your boss. She's not a client, but we belong to the same club. We are both interested in reforms, in my case, reforms in the legal profession. Did you know that the laws are ridiculous, so outdated that many of today's social changes, and lifestyles are not yet formally recognized.
"What are you talking about, I am not sure what you mean?"
"Well, for instance, a lawyer I know is forced to hide completely his lifestyle because the bar wouldn't approve. He dresses, acts and eight hours a day is completely respectable, the other sixteen, he leads a rather different life."
"What does that have to do with anything? And am I going to talk to a closed door all day?"
"No. I will be out shortly. Relax, the solution is close at hand."
The door crept open, and the lawyer stepped into the room. The boy's mouth hung open. His eyes blinked rapidly.
"Now do you understand a little better my little cause?" the lawyer's voice took on a different pitch, lower but sweet. The lawyer swung into the room. The boy saw on the floor in the adjoining room the business suit, and the toupee. He looked up at the lawyer.
The lawyer swept back the long thick hair kept coiled beneath the male wig. The hair was rich, its nutmeg strands a wild mane, the loose tendrils of long hair sweeping to the shoulders. The shoulders were bared by the strapless gown, and the low neckline exposed the full, pert breasts. The boy stared at them incomprehensibly.
"I just hate having to bind my breasts, but the bar just wouldn't understand. I just love to show them off." The lawyer pirouetted on the high heels, legs long and tan and tapered amply displayed by the swirling skirt of the sexy gown. The lawyer turned to the boy.
"Great fanny too." The boy looked, saw the lawyers plump but shapely derriere.
"Quiet. Now do as you were told."
The boy dipped his head towards the lawyer's crotch. Why would this beautiful lady have to dress as a man? There were plenty of successful woman attornies in the world. He pulled at the lawyers silky briefs. Suddenly he understood. He hesitated, felt the lawyer tense, heard the anger build in the lawyer's terse exclamation.
"I told you to show me your devotion. Do the tapes have to be delivered to the good old frat house today?"
The boy froze. He knelt there on the floor, the short slinky dress riding up to show the full expanse of the smooth, hairless legs. The heels dug painfully into his derriere. He felt the strands of the sexy wig caress gently at his neck. The lipstick tasted unique as he ran his tounge nervously over his lips. He felt the long lashes brushing against his eyelids, he couldn't seem to stop blinking. He ran his hands together nervously, the nails long and red. He caught a glimpse of his image in the wall mirror, saw this sweet, sexy young girl posed before what seemed to be a dramatically attractive woman. The guys just wouldn't understand. He bent down, took the lawyers large, thick erection slowly and fully into his mouth.