Message-ID: <48509asstr$1090055405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <vickietern@aol.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) X-Original-Message-ID: <20040716113453.29515.00001480@mb-m16.aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 16 Jul 2004 15:34:53 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Wimp by Vickie Tern 3/3 TG femdom Lines: 361 Date: Sat, 17 Jul 2004 05:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/48509> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw 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 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+