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Subject: {ASSM} Wimp by Vickie Tern 3/3 TG femdom
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Date: Sat, 17 Jul 2004 05:10:05 -0400
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Wimp by Vickie Tern 3/3

                                 iii.

When the elevator opened on the tenth floor and I got out, Cameron
was waiting for me in the lobby.

"Cameron," I began, eager to get any misunderstandings straightened
out at once.            

"In this building I'm Ms. Cameron to you, Jamie!  Never forget
that!  May I see your copy of the contract you signed?"  She held
out her hand.

"Yes, of course!"  I handed it to here, subdued.

She studied it briefly, and then looked at me.  "Let's be clear
about this.  Here are all the standard clauses for our women
employees, and you signed every one of them, Jamie.  Did you think
we were just fooling around?  We manufacture and market beauty
products.  This says you've agreed to model them for us while you
work here!  It gives our beauty consultants and medical staff full
authority to re-make you into the most attractive woman they think
you can be.  Here and here!  Moreover, "Jamie" is now your legal
given name, here's where James signed it over.  Goodbye James!  What
else?  Tomorrow a complete makeover -- the salon will harmonize
your appearance with our Spring cosmetics campaign, which happens
to have as its motto, "No girl can ever be too blonde."    Also, I
see, tomorrow you'll begin your three-month hormone regimen for
skin tone, body reshaping, and breast augmentation.  And voice
training, you'll learn to moan into the phone as if you were in
heat -- we like our junior staff to sound that way.  Let's see,
yes, the whole range of whatever's needed to fit you in with the
girls in the typing pool, so they'll feel you're one of them.  We
have two kinds of makeover, "adaptive" for employees who just want
to work here and "intensive" for those who want to make their
careers here.  With "intensive" many of the changes are permanent. 
Guess which one you chose.  Were you so eager to look like a
starlet, Jamie?  You didn't negotiate out of any of these
conditions?  I see you agreed to the full array!"

"Cameron...!"

She glared at me.

"Ms. Cameron, I figured this Sheila knew what was appropriate.  You
discussed things with her, didn't you?  What was suitable for me
and what not?  I thought she knew I was a man, but it was
confusing.  When I signed, it became clear that she assumed I was
a woman and was being hired as a woman!"

"Of course!  Because when you signed, that's what you became! 
That's what you are for the next three months, Jamie!  That's what
you'll certainly be by the end of the three months.  Did Sheila
happen to mention what happens if you try to break this contract?"

"She said I'd become unemployable!"

"Correct!  Anywhere in America or Europe, we have branches
everywhere, and we belong to all sorts of consortia for identifying
unreliable employees.  Though no one ever wants to leave us for
employment elsewhere anyhow.  And we don't want them to, if only to
keep our trade secrets secret.  What do you think our girls usually
do when they've finished their probationary three months?"

"I don't know."

Was she angry?  Annoyed?  I couldn't tell.  "My dear!  You have no
idea?  They always sign up again!  Always!  For the full five
years!  And management never needs to urge anything!  Everyone
loves it here!  We encourage them to provide each other all sorts
of inducements and gratifications, personal, social, sexual,
whatever!  I see you're committed to spend hours and hours weekly
with other women at your level!  Well, you'll love it!  Sweetheart,
somewhere inside your panties are a man's balls, I know because I
saw them there this morning.  But right now you can bend over and
kiss them goodbye.  From now on they'll only be in your way."  

She paused, and her voice sounded amused.  "I see you've even
signed up for the optional weekend retreat in how to attract men!"
she noted.  "That'll be nice for you!  From what the girls tell me,
the field trips are unforgettable!"

"Ms. Cameron, please!"  I was distraught!  What had I done?  How
could I get out of this?

Finally she took pity on me.  "Well, Jamie, we'll talk about all
this tonight," she said.  "Maybe you didn't understand a few
things.  Settle yourself at your desk and look over Rosemond's
notes to her successor and see if you can prepare my schedule for
the rest of today and for all day tomorrow, because you'll be
getting your first beauty and clinic treatments all day tomorrow! 
Tomorrow evening I'll take you shopping, because believe me, after
tomorrow there'll be no mistaking what you've become, and you'll
need a whole new wardrobe.  Then when the three months are up
you'll have a whole new figure."

She turned on a high heel and walked imperiously back into her
office. She'd never seemed further away from me than that moment.,
altogether out of reach.

Just as I sat down, the telephone rang.  I answered it and tried to
remember what to say.  "Honeybelle, Ms. Cameron's office," I said
rather mournfully.  Then I added, "Jamie speaking."

"Hello, Jamie, this is Sheila, is Cameron available?  Your voice
already sounds much improved, dear!  I'm sure you'll feel quite
comfortable with everything in no time at all!"

"Just a moment!" I said, found a buzzer on the phone, and pressed
it.  Then when I heard Cameron pick up I looked for a switch to cut
off their conversation so I could hang up silently.  I couldn't
find one, and meanwhile they exchanged comments.

"Cameron, I'm sure you know, he bought the whole package.  Just as
you'd hoped.  He must have thought it impolite to interrupt me with
questions when he wasn't sure what I was arranging.  Isn't that
wonderful?"

"Yes, he's so trusting.  So tomorrow we'll gild the lily, then geld
it, and that will be that.  No more potential problems with Gary. 
Imagine what Gary'd have done if he found out I've been living with
another man since we got engaged and he went off to do that
European thing of his.  Killed Jamie and broken off with me without
another word spoken.  No way would he believe I took him on as my
housekeeper and personal maid and no more than that, that Jamie was
just too sweet and docile and eager and convenient to turn away." 


"Who'd believe such a man exists?" Sheila commented.  

"Well, now by the time Gary gets back he won't, it won't occur to
him that the girl who looks after my place for me was once a real
man.  If Jamie ever was a real man.  So I'm safe and Jamie's safe
too.  And he has a job now to tide him over when Gary comes back
and we get married and move away.  And anyhow, I'm sure that being
a girl will provide him a more appropriate kind of life.  It's
perfect for him.  Yet here he is, still hoping that he hasn't yet
too much compromised his masculinity.  It's kind of sweet."  

"Maybe so, Cameron.  I must say, he's more suitable than that last
boy friend you blew off this way, Bob, or Barbie, whatever his name
is now, the one who finished up with huge boobs and married a gay
accountant on the West Coast.  This one looks girly already, and
the salon and clinic haven't even begun with him."

"Yes, it worked with Bob, so I couldn't imagine it wouldn't work
with Jamie.  He's such a dear!  Or she is!  He'll be a lovely girl! 
I owe you one, Sheila!"

"Well, I owe you too, Cameron.  Management's been urging me to hire
a computer techie the girls can feel comfortable with, and there
are so few women in the field!  This arrangement's perfect.  Then
too, they asked us to look into ways we can appeal to the
metrosexual and transgendered market, every few points of market
share helps, and this is a beginning.  Your Jamie could end up a
corporate logo for new products if she comes out of the salon
tomorrow looking the way I expect she will." 

"Maybe.  I hope so."  

"So tell me more about Gary.  He's due back soon?"

"In only a few weeks.  Just time enough to get Jamie past the point
where Gary might worry about him.  The wedding won't be for a few
more months, not until our new house is ready and fully furnished. 
So I'll keep Jamie with me till then, then settle her into her own
apartment and out of my life.  She's always doted on me, the poor
dear, and I can't fault her for that.  So I suppose I owe her. 
That's why I liked your idea, distract her by putting her in with
lots of other girls until after I'm married.  I don't want her
feeling lovelorn, or loitering or stalking me, or offending Gary,
or getting moody, or making any kind of trouble like that."  

"No, the girls will keep him occupied.  He has such trouble
disagreeing with anyone or breaking ranks that I'm sure they'll
keep him in line."

"I suppose I should regret what we're doing to him.  But he was so
pathetically insistent on moving in with me.  And he provided such
excellent maid service!  But Gary would never understand, and when
Gary's jealous he can be so ... physical.  What he'd do to the poor
thing?  Jamie's much safer this way!" 

"True.  Safer and also out of your hair, quite unlikely to make
problems when Gary comes back into your life.  You're her boss,
what can she say?  Then too, some of the girls in the typing pool
can be quite venturesome.  As he teaches them about computers
they'll teach him about themselves.  I'm sure he'll soon be getting
all the pussy he could ever want."  

"Eating all the pussy he'll ever want, anyhow, once the clinic's
hormones take hold and his cock goes limp," Cameron said.  "Soon
enough."

"Yes.  Then getting all the cock he'll ever want too as the girls
introduce him to their favorite men.  That'll more than make up for
the loss of his own.  Chances are when your Jamie's three month
probation ends she'll want her own pussy.  I've seen it before. 
Who wouldn't?  Didn't your friend Bob?  I seem to recall she was
fully equipped by the time she became Barbie and transferred to the
West Coast office and finally got married."

"'Bob,' yes.  He didn't become 'Barbie' until his breasts came in
and he was forced to rethink things.  Yes, he got himself sexually
reassigned while he was still here.  Once he learned how to attract
men he wanted a cunt, and once he had a cunt and got himself laid
a few times there was no stopping him."

"Oh yes, I remember now how I changed all his personnel records so
no one on the West Coast would know."

"You did, Sheila.  And while we're on the topic, you made Bob's
transition a lot easier than Jeff's as I recall."

Sheila chuckled.  "Yes, I was a little hard on Jeff maybe.  But he
deserved it.  He wouldn't give me that divorce."

"Sheila, he didn't know you were a lesbian!  He thought you were
sleeping around with other men!  I kept telling you, men feel
threatened when their wives fuck other men!  They get furious!  No
wonder he went crazy when you told him he didn't measure up."

"Cameron, he got so violent I had to sedate him!"

"Yes, I remember.  But then while he was sedated you didn't have to
pump up his breasts and push him through the clinic as a special
project, so when he woke up all he saw was a pussy where his balls
had been.  Talk about the tantrum he threw then?"

"I had to protect myself," Sheila said a little truculently.

"Big mistake.  I warned you.  You had to keep him incommunicado
till he calmed down, tied to his bed in that brothel where you sent
him, in the middle of nowhere."

"Not nowhere.  Mexico."  

"Yes.  Then a month or so later, when he was healed but still weak
from all that inactivity, you took the Madame's advice and brought
in three different hunks on three successive nights, and they each
taught him how to appreciate men with his mouth and his boobs and
his pussy and his ass and with both hands.  And that finally calmed
him down.  After that he couldn't sign the divorce papers to be rid
of you fast enough!"

"That's right.  I did him a favor.  I hear he still can't get
enough cock.  Some girls are like that -- who knew he was one of
those?  But we should be careful, Cameron.  Jamie may be
listening."

"What difference would that make now?  She's under contract.  And
if she ever hints to Gary that she isn't a girl, he'll kill her. 
She has to be a girl now.  We've both done her a favor, really. 
Are you listening, Jamie honey?"    

I found the switch, flicked it, and hung up.   And did some
thinking.

I couldn't blame Cameron.  I'd foisted myself on her I guess, and
she didn't have the heart to turn me down, nor to turn down all of
my unpaid domestic help.  And Sheila wasn't wrong either.  I could
run or stay.  I had to decide, should I make myself permanently
unemployable, change my identity, and leave town, or should I stay
with the present arrangement, change my identity, and go with the
flow.

There wasn't much to decide, as I saw it.  That night I said
nothing to Cameron, and the next morning I reported to the
Honeybelle salon and emerged that afternoon golden blonde and
curly-headed, altogether altered, a true Honeybelle girl they said. 
Then I went to the clinic and they shot me full of stuff that made
me feel woozy and mellow and horny all at once.  When I recovered
but was still all silly and giggly, one of the nurses brought me
down to the typing pool and introduced me around.  I fit right in. 
That evening I had a marvelous time shopping with Cameron, still
giggly, buying all sorts of lovely things.

Over the next several months, I got to be very popular.  My morning
sickness didn't last long, only about two weeks, no problem.  I did
Cameron's typing and filing, and kept her appointments, and I
taught the girls all sorts of short-cuts helpful to their work. 
Gary returned from wherever he'd been and Cameron began to spend
all her free time with him.  But by then it didn't bother me.  Some
of the girls knew I'd once been a man, and they took me home while
I could still get erections. "You're my lovely warm dildo," one of
them said to me. "With no long-term complications to worry about." 
Some of the others never did catch on, but when one ordered me to
suck and lick her while she sat at her desk, because I seemed
submissive enough, others did too.  Meanwhile, my nipples puffed up
and my cock softened, and my first breast stroking sessions with
other girls were incredible!.  

The second month Cameron told Gary the truth about me, but by then
he was only amused.  He brought his friend Marty over when he came
calling on Cameron, a gay friend as it turned out, and I sucked
Marty's cock while he licked my limp clit and then fitted himself
into my asshole, my very first real cock.  I'd thought it'd be
disgusting, but I was wrong.  His tube felt like satin.  When I
slid my lips or my bottom up and down on it I could hear him groan
up top.  It was fun.  It was nice.  I liked it.  Around then I
began wondering what it would be like to have a more usual place to
receive men.  

Then my third month's training included a weekend retreat where a
Honeybelle adviser taught me feminine wiles useful for attracting
men.  During those three days I got to suck a good half-dozen
cocks, and while I was away Cameron and Gary moved into their new
place.  When I returned from the retreat I was a different girl. 
I went directly into my own place, my downtown bed-sitter, and I
didn't give Cameron another thought.  She was now Ms. Cameron to
me, my boss at work, and that was all.

I finished that third month recovering from my operation and
looking forward to a whole three months of paid leave to get
accustomed to my new pussy before my new five year contract with
Honeybelle took effect.  Now that I was working as a woman and
living as a woman and enjoying the fun of being a woman, I figured
why not?  Be a woman all the way, go with the flow, follow the
course of least resistance!  It wasn't as if anyone would ever
again think I was anything other than a woman.  

And I don't mind, not at all.  Why should I?  I have many
girlfriends, and a few guys too who want to keep me happy.  One in
particular.  Whenever I can, I schedule Ms. Cameron out of town on
business trips, and whenever that happens her husband Gary stops by
my flat to impress upon me again and again how I never stood a
chance, how I was never any real competition for him, why Cameron
could never think of me as anything other than a convenient
housekeeper.  I'd never been a real man.  

But there's no doubt Gary's a real man!  He feels so good inside
me, and he's so forceful, so persuasive!  

And now I don't know what to do.  He's urging me to leave my little
apartment and come live with him and Cameron in their new house as
their housekeeper.  "You could keep your job and your friends, we'd
make allowance for that, and your maid's room would be much bigger
than this one for entertaining them,"  he tells me as he pumps
himself deeper into me, gazing into my eyes.  "It'd be a lot more
convenient for me.  For you too, even for Cameron.  She hates 
picking up after me, and she isn't much of a cook."

I just might.  The problem is, Cameron knows that Gary's seeing me
when she's away.  She put him up to it in fact.  She knows how
nowadays I look forward to his visits.  That's the incentive she's
counting on.  If I come live in their house as their maid, she says,
it'd be like when I was living with her as her housekeeper, so 
there'd be no need for her to pay me anything.   Of course I'd get
an allowance for the maid's uniforms I'd wear when they entertain
their friends, things like that.  But otherwise, she says, I should
hold in mind that I'm saving on rent and food, and getting from Gary
what I'd hoped to get from her but never did.  Except in a sense.

So I don't know.  I'll ask the other girls what they think.


end

(c) 2004 by Vickie Tern
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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