LauraTVMaid
01-02-2008, 03:37 PM
I have written this to save time and to answer many of the obvious
questions about my situation. For those of you who see my room title on
AOL and are interested as to what happened to me, here is my story. For
those not on AOL, the chat room that I usually open is "My Ex-Fiancee
Turned Me Into a Woman." This is my story.
My story starts about a year ago. I was working for a department store
chain as a merchandise manager with buying responsibilities.
Unfortunately there has been a great deal of consolidation in the
industry, as in most of corporate America, and my job was eliminated. I
received a nice buyout but there were few opportunities that I could take
advantage of and soon found myself butting my head up against a wall.
Just before I was laid off, my girlfriend Kathy and I got engaged. We had
a healthy relationship for more than three years and figured that this
would be a temporary setback. She has several degrees in material science
and owns a plastics' research, development and manufacturing company.
After being out of work for close to three months she asked me to work for
her.
At first there were no real problems. I dressed androgynously, fairly
casual. This did not sit well with the secretaries. They complained
about the apparent double standard dress code, that I was allowed to wear
pants and they could not. She agreed with them that it was not fair.
When the other secretaries made a big deal that I was allowed to wear
pants, she felt she had to do something or all the secretaries would have
demanded same. I remember the Friday afternoon staff meeting when she
asked them what should she do? They told her either they should be
allowed to wear pants or I would have to wear a blouse, skirt and heels
like they did. At first they were joking about it but she then said, lets
put it to a vote, should we retain the current staff dress code or
institute a new one? The four of them all voted to retain the old dress
code. They would rather see me humiliated rather than have the option to
wear pants and be more comfortable. They were all quite happy about it
and said that they could not wait to see how I came in on Monday, or if I
would quit.
That weekend she told me that I would have to start dressing like the rest
of the secretaries and that from here on out she wanted me dressed as a
woman.
She knew that from a past Halloween, that I dressed in the past, and that
I enjoyed it. Since I did not have a very complete wardrobe, that
weekend, she took me to the mall shopping for a new wardrobe. She ad me
dress androgynously to maximize my humiliation and referred to me with
male pronouns with many of the clerks at the start of the day. Many were
curious and asked questions and she explained it to them, I pretty much
kept quiet. I had to buy skirts, blouses and dresses that would be
suitable for work. Next it was to Nine West four three pairs of 3-inch
pumps (black, beige and white) to coordinate with my new outfits. Finally
she took me to Victoria's Secret, where a friend that we both knew worked.
That was the most humiliating. I was taken into the back into one of the
fitting rooms where I was measured completely. Tonya, the manager,
suggested several styles that would suit me in the Wonderbra line. She
pushed and tugged me into position and gave me some push up pads as well.
Standing in front of her in nothing but a bra and panties was terrible. I
put my blouse and shorts and Reeboks back on and went back out in the
store to pick out other necessities. Since I didn't have on any makeup
yet, and the outline of my bra was visible under my blouse, everyone took
notice.
After we left, I asked Kathy if we could go home and could I put on some
makeup and do my hair if I was going to be out dressed like this. She had
a better idea she said. Next it was on to Dillards for a makeover and my
own collection of makeup. The cosmetic's saleslady thought it was
wonderful what she was doing to me, that she wished she could do the same
to her boyfriend but he was much to macho. She thought I was suitably
femme. Finally she took me to the salon where had my hair cut and
permed, had me waxed and had each ear pierced twice.
On the following Monday I started work as Rika. That morning I had to
get up almost an hour early to get everything done in time. Kathy fussed
over me, saying that I needed to look perfect, that I would show up the
other secretaries. I tried my best and thought I looked pretty good.
Then it dawned on me, the salesmen, who only were in the office one day a
week, would be in on Monday and would see me. It was one thing for the
other women in the office to see me, it was another matter for the guys,
who knew me, to see me in my cream colored blouse, dark brown skirt and
beige pumps.
When we got in, we arrived a few minutes late and all the other
secretaries were at their work stations. I had to walk past each one of
them, my new heels clicking with every step. It was totally humiliating.
They all told me to stop in front of them and looked me over. It was
obvious that I was completely shaved, that my waist was nipped in by a
corselette and that I was wearing a very flattering bra. All the other
secretaries laughed and made fun of me. One asked, "How does it feel to
have to dress the way we do?" I told them that I was embarrassed, very
uncomfortable and self conscious but I would do my best to fit in with the
rest of them. They told me that they had a bet amongst themselves that I
would quit rather than come to work this way but they were all glad that I
was finally put in my proper place. It was just too bad that working for
Kathy, that I was like an executive secretary. Now that I was just one of
the girls, rather than Kathy's boyfriend/fiancee, Barb, since she was
senior, should take my place. Kathy smiled a bit when she heard that.
They all told Kathy how pleased they were that no longer would any
exceptions be made for me.
Previously I was not in the coffee rotation but from here on out, I was.
They said that since I hadn't in the past, that today would be my turn.
At 9:30 the six salesmen started to arrive for the 10 sales and marketing
meeting. Needless to say I was the main topic of conversation for the
first 15 minutes or so. In the past, I took the minutes as Kathy's
assistant but today I also had to serve Kathy, Robert, the marketing
director and all the salesmen their coffee. It was obvious that in my
fairly short skirt, that all the men were checking me out. Kathy
explained to all of them why I was dressed the way I was. They all
started to chuckle and laugh; they all thought it was a great solution as
they would not want to see the other secretaries in pants either.
questions about my situation. For those of you who see my room title on
AOL and are interested as to what happened to me, here is my story. For
those not on AOL, the chat room that I usually open is "My Ex-Fiancee
Turned Me Into a Woman." This is my story.
My story starts about a year ago. I was working for a department store
chain as a merchandise manager with buying responsibilities.
Unfortunately there has been a great deal of consolidation in the
industry, as in most of corporate America, and my job was eliminated. I
received a nice buyout but there were few opportunities that I could take
advantage of and soon found myself butting my head up against a wall.
Just before I was laid off, my girlfriend Kathy and I got engaged. We had
a healthy relationship for more than three years and figured that this
would be a temporary setback. She has several degrees in material science
and owns a plastics' research, development and manufacturing company.
After being out of work for close to three months she asked me to work for
her.
At first there were no real problems. I dressed androgynously, fairly
casual. This did not sit well with the secretaries. They complained
about the apparent double standard dress code, that I was allowed to wear
pants and they could not. She agreed with them that it was not fair.
When the other secretaries made a big deal that I was allowed to wear
pants, she felt she had to do something or all the secretaries would have
demanded same. I remember the Friday afternoon staff meeting when she
asked them what should she do? They told her either they should be
allowed to wear pants or I would have to wear a blouse, skirt and heels
like they did. At first they were joking about it but she then said, lets
put it to a vote, should we retain the current staff dress code or
institute a new one? The four of them all voted to retain the old dress
code. They would rather see me humiliated rather than have the option to
wear pants and be more comfortable. They were all quite happy about it
and said that they could not wait to see how I came in on Monday, or if I
would quit.
That weekend she told me that I would have to start dressing like the rest
of the secretaries and that from here on out she wanted me dressed as a
woman.
She knew that from a past Halloween, that I dressed in the past, and that
I enjoyed it. Since I did not have a very complete wardrobe, that
weekend, she took me to the mall shopping for a new wardrobe. She ad me
dress androgynously to maximize my humiliation and referred to me with
male pronouns with many of the clerks at the start of the day. Many were
curious and asked questions and she explained it to them, I pretty much
kept quiet. I had to buy skirts, blouses and dresses that would be
suitable for work. Next it was to Nine West four three pairs of 3-inch
pumps (black, beige and white) to coordinate with my new outfits. Finally
she took me to Victoria's Secret, where a friend that we both knew worked.
That was the most humiliating. I was taken into the back into one of the
fitting rooms where I was measured completely. Tonya, the manager,
suggested several styles that would suit me in the Wonderbra line. She
pushed and tugged me into position and gave me some push up pads as well.
Standing in front of her in nothing but a bra and panties was terrible. I
put my blouse and shorts and Reeboks back on and went back out in the
store to pick out other necessities. Since I didn't have on any makeup
yet, and the outline of my bra was visible under my blouse, everyone took
notice.
After we left, I asked Kathy if we could go home and could I put on some
makeup and do my hair if I was going to be out dressed like this. She had
a better idea she said. Next it was on to Dillards for a makeover and my
own collection of makeup. The cosmetic's saleslady thought it was
wonderful what she was doing to me, that she wished she could do the same
to her boyfriend but he was much to macho. She thought I was suitably
femme. Finally she took me to the salon where had my hair cut and
permed, had me waxed and had each ear pierced twice.
On the following Monday I started work as Rika. That morning I had to
get up almost an hour early to get everything done in time. Kathy fussed
over me, saying that I needed to look perfect, that I would show up the
other secretaries. I tried my best and thought I looked pretty good.
Then it dawned on me, the salesmen, who only were in the office one day a
week, would be in on Monday and would see me. It was one thing for the
other women in the office to see me, it was another matter for the guys,
who knew me, to see me in my cream colored blouse, dark brown skirt and
beige pumps.
When we got in, we arrived a few minutes late and all the other
secretaries were at their work stations. I had to walk past each one of
them, my new heels clicking with every step. It was totally humiliating.
They all told me to stop in front of them and looked me over. It was
obvious that I was completely shaved, that my waist was nipped in by a
corselette and that I was wearing a very flattering bra. All the other
secretaries laughed and made fun of me. One asked, "How does it feel to
have to dress the way we do?" I told them that I was embarrassed, very
uncomfortable and self conscious but I would do my best to fit in with the
rest of them. They told me that they had a bet amongst themselves that I
would quit rather than come to work this way but they were all glad that I
was finally put in my proper place. It was just too bad that working for
Kathy, that I was like an executive secretary. Now that I was just one of
the girls, rather than Kathy's boyfriend/fiancee, Barb, since she was
senior, should take my place. Kathy smiled a bit when she heard that.
They all told Kathy how pleased they were that no longer would any
exceptions be made for me.
Previously I was not in the coffee rotation but from here on out, I was.
They said that since I hadn't in the past, that today would be my turn.
At 9:30 the six salesmen started to arrive for the 10 sales and marketing
meeting. Needless to say I was the main topic of conversation for the
first 15 minutes or so. In the past, I took the minutes as Kathy's
assistant but today I also had to serve Kathy, Robert, the marketing
director and all the salesmen their coffee. It was obvious that in my
fairly short skirt, that all the men were checking me out. Kathy
explained to all of them why I was dressed the way I was. They all
started to chuckle and laugh; they all thought it was a great solution as
they would not want to see the other secretaries in pants either.