Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2011 20:41:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Victoria <missvictoria6969@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dicked at Work 8

Well I'm all moved into Walt's house now.  The move was really stressful
for me, not so much because I had to do a lot of work myself, because Walt
brought along our coworker Mike from our workplace to help, you know –
the guy who discovered us kissing in the mens room at work and who I have
had to suck off to keep his silence.  Yes, that guy...the married hunk with
the big dick and a brood mare of a wife, oops that was kinda bitchy, huh?
I can't help it, it must be the hormones.

Anyway, what was stressful to me when the men were moving me was that I had
no decision in what was packed and what was discarded. As the men went
through my household and my belongings I could only cry as I saw a number
of my possessions thrown away.  Anything that reminded Walt that I was
genetically male was automatically put aside as a donation to Goodwill or
just thrown into trash bags or the dumpster at my apartment complex.  My
landlord stopped by a few times to check on the progress and to use my
mouth for his sexual release.  He told me he would miss having me as a
tenant, but Walt reminded him as part of the agreement to let me out of my
lease I would be working for him part time after my regular job.  We both
knew that job was primarily servicing his needs and sucking that big
beautiful black cock of his!  Walt had arranged it, and that was that.

The move lasted most of last Saturday and I blew each man at least twice,
basically whenever they decided they needed a break and a beer.  I would
deliver them their refreshment and then take my place on my knees to suck
on their manhood.  It was as simple as that.  After the first blow job I
didn't even have to be told to drop to my knees.  Whenever I saw them
standing still, and I looked down to see their erections straining against
their jeans I would focus on their penile area and even lick my lips, which
were painted up in jungle red. They seemed to like that judging by the way
their cocks hardened up as I sank to my knees in submission to them.

Walt said that extra vitamin pill he was giving me was improving my "girly
attitude" and I guess if you mean being more compliant and accepting of my
place, and horny for a cock in my mouth to be perfectly honest with you, he
was correct.  Walt bragged to Mike right in front of me how much better I
was getting at being a girl and giving head and more appreciative of real
men.  Mike seemed almost jealous, and I heard him respond to Walt that
every man should have a sissy slave slut to serve him and they both
laughed!

Almost all of my male clothes were thrown into trash bags for the local
thrift store to benefit charity.  I was allowed to keep a pair of jeans, a
polo shirt, and two outfits for work.  They laughed when they discarded my
tighty whiteys asking me if my boyfriend had left them in my dresser.  I
was told by Walt that I no longer deserved a male wardrobe.  If I tried to
protest any of their decisions I was pushed down to my knees and a cock was
forced into my mouth again, whether to suck it to orgasm or just to be face
fucked for a few minutes to remind me who was boss and that shut me up.

The guys were actually quite careful with some of my things which I was
allowed to keep, family mementos and my collection of porcelain figurines.
Since they were of women in fancy dress, Victorian like, well it was
decided they were "girly" and I could keep them.  I know, what a corny
thing to collect, actually I inherited this small collection from my
mother, who loved them.  She let me "dress up" with her once in a while
when I was little, bless her.

My golf clubs went to Mike, who said he needed a new set.  My furniture was
put out on the curb with a "free" sign and by the time the van was loaded
with the meager belongings I was allowed, I left the apartment in full drag
holding Walt's hand I could see all of my things from the curbside had been
taken by my neighbors and passers by.

It made me cry when I watched out the window as strangers fought over my
things.  The living room furniture went quickly, and the flat screen TV
from my living room was going to Walt's Dad.  I was not asked my opinion on
any of these decisions, I was treated as a bimbo with no mind of my own.
Walt just came over and rubbed my shoulders and pushed his erection up
against my skirted bottom and told me it was going to be OK.  I didn't have
it in me to object and I just focused on how nice it felt to have his boner
pushing at my bottom and wondering what it would be like when his Dad would
decide I was well enough trained to service his son anally.  I was starting
to want him, the way a woman wants her man to mount her and plant his seed
inside her.

That first week at Walt's house was fairly intense.  While in the past I
could decide to dress when I was in the mood, now I had no choice.  I was
to dress as a girl 24/7 and serve both him and his father as a maid, cook
and cum receptacle.  I was always fully made up and told that until my hair
grew long enough to be styled into a proper womens hairdo I had to wear my
wig at all times except in bed or to get cleaned up.  I slept in the frilly
bedroom at their place, it was mine now.  I would service Walt in the
morning and again at least once before bedtime, sucking him until he spurt
his juices into me.  His Dad was still quite randy and expected release
once daily or so, with him fucking me at least once weekly as he decided.
Sometimes Walt would be told to observe his father fucking me and his Dad
would actually give him pointers on how to fuck me properly as well as how
to make sure I listened to him and obeyed him properly.  I had no say so in
this and accepted my fate.  It was actually kind of liberating, being a
girl the entire time I was away from work.

No more secret dress up sessions or guilt about being girly even though
there was a small penis in my panties.  No more jacking off my pitiful
little cock fantasizing about a strong man owning me and using me for his
sexual pleasure.

There's an old saying, be careful what you wish for...and I am living proof
of that!

This very morning Walt insisted we drive together to work, and in fact told
me he had decided that from now on he would be driving my car, a Mustang,
since it was nicer than his and much too masculine for a girl.  He would
sell his car, and I would not need to drive from now on, that was his job.
I wanted to say something, and remind him that there was a hefty car
payment that went along with the car, but I didn't.  Walt sensed I was
hesitant so he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis, took my hand
and made me hold his erection all the way to work, knowing that when I was
doing this I couldn't think straight, literally!

He insisted that I wear a bra under my work shirt today, and also wear some
makeup.  I tried to keep it low key, with liquid makeup very close to my
own skin color, just a trace of blush on my cheeks and the the least
obvious eye shadow I had in my makeup kit.  Hopefully if I was discreet and
spent most of the day hidden in my office no one would notice.  The bra was
black and I was concerned that it could be seen, but he assured me it
couldn't and I was imagining things.

As we entered work together Walt just beamed with pride, I tried to shrink
and blend in as much as possible.  Conversation stopped when we walked in
and we went our separate ways, me to my office, and Walt to the IT
department.

I could feel the eyes of my coworkers burning into me, and I wondered if it
was the subtle makeup or the outline of the brassiere under my shirt that
caused the reaction.  As I entered my office and closed the door I heard
the conversation rev up, with whistles and laughter and I thought I would
die!  It was so humiliating!

Walt buzzed me and told me that we had an appointment with the head of
Human Resources at 11:00.  When I asked him why he told me to not worry my
pretty little head about it and that he was proud of me.  Despite my
apprehension it felt good to hear I had his support. I wondered if we were
to be fired, after all our relationship is far from conventional, and I
knew people were talking.  The women at our office can be SO catty!

But I had more at stake, didn't I?  Walt was still the same, he acted and
dressed the same.  I, on the other hand had slowly changed and had become
more feminine in my appearance and in my emotions, no doubt partly due to
the testosterone blockers and estrogen being fed to me on a daily basis.  I
could tell my skin was softer, as was my hair.  I barely had to shave and
found that my little cock was shrinking along with my balls, which were now
the size of a pair of olives.  I never had much in the penis department,
but now even that small evidence of masculinity had shrunken to the point
that I resembled a small boy, and it rarely hardened as it used to.  It
didn't bother me that much, it never satisfied anyone anyway.

When I entered the human resource manager's office, Walt and she were
quietly talking.  When Walt saw me enter he got up and walked over to me,
holding my hand and guiding me to the seat next to him, across from
Sylvia's desk.  She watch us closely and had a wry smile on her face.

"So Dan.  Walt tells me that you have changed your address.  I'll have to
update our personnel records."

"Yes Sylvia, that's true."

"And Dan also told me that you are transitioning and plan to become a
female.  Is that why you're wearing makeup... and a bra?  You know if I
were you I would use eye makeup in blue and purple shades to compliment
your eye color."

I started to cry, I couldn't help it!  I looked over at Walt and though he
was silent I could see that he was sporting an incredible erection!  I
couldn't help but look at it!  Sylvia got up from behind her desk, grabbed
an office chair and pulled it next to me.  She sat down and took my hand in
hers.  She leaned in closely as if she were my confidante.

"Dan we've always thought you were a homosexual you know.  And that's fine.
Not all males can be as masculine as Walt here.  Rumors about you two have
been circulating for some weeks now, and in fact your "bromance" has become
a bit of a disruption.  But I misspoke.  For it to be a "bromance" we have
to be talking about two MEN who love one another.  This is quite another
matter isn't it?  I mean to consider you a man is almost laughable!!"

I lowered my head and managed to get out a meek little "I'm sorry".

"We are a conservative firm Dan, but we do have heart.  While a homosexual
relationship between the two of you would be unacceptable in the workplace,
after all we are a firm with the highest of morals.  However we can
certainly be considerate of a man falling in love with a woman.  In fact I
believe we can be very supportive of your situation."

"Really? How?"

"Well for starters I think you should begin dressing for work as Danielle.
It will help in your transition.  I know our medical insurance will not pay
for gender reassignment but you do have quite a bit of money at your
disposal in your 401K account, and withdrawals can be made for worthwhile
medical reasons.  Walt told me that you would like to have breast
implants."

I looked over at Walt and the goofy smile on his face.  He reached down to
rub his erection and I looked into his eyes.  Yes, Walt wanted me to have
breasts, and truthfully I did as well, I just didn't think I'd have to face
this issue and discuss it with human resources.

Sylvia continued to hold my hand.  I felt safe and at peace.

"Do you mean it, could I use that account for breast surgery?"

"Oh my yes, in fact if you decided to have your penis and testicles removed
and a vagina constructed I believe you would have sufficient funds for that
as well.  Of course your future retirement may be in jeopardy."

Walt spoke up.

"Danielle doesn't need to worry about money matters or make important
decisions, Sylvia.  I'm her man and I'll take care of her.  She's a girl
inside and if you saw how tiny she is down there you would think she has a
clitoris instead of a penis.  It really doesn't get in the way anyway.  If
she can't afford a first class vagina right away we'll just make do.  One
step at a time."

"Isn't that sweet Danielle?  We girls always though you had a teeny
weenie... giggle!  Unlike Walt here, who's always teasing us with his
bulge, as I'm sure you know firsthand!  I think you've got a real keeper
here!  Walt is so understanding.  You're a very lucky girl!"

"But what if I don't want to have my penis removed?"

"Well I don't know why you would want to keep such a disappointing reminder
of your failure as a man, but you take your time on that decision, dear.
But to help in your transition I have spoken with the President of our
company, Mr. Peters, as well as your Supervisor and both have agreed to you
working here as Danielle, and looking and dressing the part.  Starting
tomorrow you will let your co-workers see the real you.  Isn't that
wonderful?"

Oh God!  The thought of everyone knowing, everyone judging me was
terrifying!  I wasn't sure what to do.  It was Walt who broke the silence.

"Sylvia, thanks for your understanding.  Danielle will begin her duties as
a female tomorrow.  It will be a great relief to me to know that the
employees here will stop thinking I'm a queer, it's bad for my reputation!
As soon as they see how pretty Danielle is, and that she's really a woman
inside and out it will be better for all of us.  Do you have a form to be
filled out so Danielle can pull money out of her 401K account for her
surgeries?"

"Yes of course, its right on my desk.  Be sure to return it to me
personally for processing!  I want to help you two lovebirds along!  You
know Dan, I can't wait to see what you look like all dolled up!  You know
all the girls have known you wear panties for some time, we notice things
like panty lines you know!"

"Really?"

"Oh yes, the stitching and elastic at the leg openings sometimes give
themselves away.  We all thought you were a sissy of course, we didn't
realize how very unmanly you really were!  I think its best you drop the
charade and be yourself.  The idea of you dressing as a male is really
quite ridiculous, don't you think, sweetie?"

Sylvia smiled at me reassuringly and after squeezing my hand she returned
to behind her desk.  Walt took my right hand and placed it on the bulge in
his pants.  It was enormous and confused me.

"I'll send out a memo to the entire staff and give you a copy.  We are a
very progressive company and plan to feature your transformation and our
acceptance in a positive way for the company!  Of course we do expect you
two to act in a professional manner.  For instance, you should take your
hand off your boyfriends cock now, darling, I'm sure you're quite fond of
it!"

I pulled my hand away quickly and Walt laughed a little.

"She's the best girlfriend ever, Sylvia!  I can't wait until she has
boobies!"

"How very nice for you both!  Now off with you lovebirds, back to work, and
no quickies in the mens room!"

I grabbed my paperwork and quickly left the office, never raising my eyes
to look into their faces.  I did stop by the mens room and went right into
a stall, where I pulled down my pants and black silk and lace panties, sat
on the toilet and began to cry.  It was all too much for me to deal with
and I began to shake.

Just then I heard a knock on my stall door and I instinctively opened it.
There was Mike standing there with his big erect cock sticking out of his
pants!  I looked up at him and he smiled and stepped inside.

"Ah Danielle, I saw your pretty panties down around your legs.  I was
looking for you!"

He quickly straddled my legs and unzipped, pulling out his bone hard cock.
He pushed the head of his cock against my lips.

"Not now Mike, please!"

"Yes now, sissy.  I'm leaving for the day and I need my dick sucked!  I've
got four days worth of load backed up and I need to spurt!"

"But Mike I've been through so much today!  I'm not sure I can suck it now.
Can't your wife perform these duties?"

"Not while she's knocked up, sissy.  She gets all puritanical on me and
says it disgusts her.  But you can help me out can't you, a horny hungry
little she slut like you?  Of course you can, its what you were made for!"

Mike pushed his cock a few inches into my mouth and then grabbed my head
and forced me all the way down.  I choked on it and sit out a big gob of
drool as I bathed his meat with my mouth juices.  Real men have needs, its
painful for them to hold in their sperm, and I knew it was my duty to drain
him.  It made me feel better having a big cock in my mouth and knowing I
was doing something worthwhile than thinking about my life spiraling out of
control.

Mike's cock is just incredible – so long and thick!  As I sucked it I
could smell his maleness and the scent was driving me crazy!  Was it from
the devotion I showed as I licked his big balls, or was it the precum that
oozed out and ended up on my lips and on my face?  I don't know!  All I
know is the smell of a cock nearing eruption was driving me crazy and I
wanted to pleasure him and eat it, eat it all!

The monster in my throat began to pulse and I moaned with delight!

All self doubt at that point was gone, I was where I belonged, feeding on a
man and swallowing his seed.  I held him by his ass cheeks and pulled him
close to me, not wanting his cock to leave my mouth.  I wanted every baby
making drop!

Mike, his cock drained, pulled it out of me before I was ready to give it
up and quickly put it back in his pants and zipped up.

"Hey I hear you're getting titties...great big ones!  I can't wait to give
you a titty fuck!  Would you like that, sissy?"

I looked up at Mike, with a sticky face and sore lips.  I didn't know what
to say.  Word travels fast around the office I guess.

"Well no matter, I'll enjoy it, all men do, and that's all that matters!
See you later Danielle and thanks for the blow job!"

It will be better I guess, better that everyone knows what I truly am, and
stop the whispering and gossip.  As I washed my face and looked into the
mirror I realized that anyone could make out the outline of my bra under my
white dress shirt.  I shuddered at the thought of coming to work in the
morning fully dressed but what could I do?

I hurried back to my desk, taking the most direct route, and avoid contact
with anyone.  I couldn't wait for the day to end, and actually to get home
and dressed in something pretty.  That always makes me feel better.

When the memo came out that afternoon and I read it I actually passed out
in my chair for a few minutes, which really is understandable, don't you
think?



To: All Employees

From: Sylvia Winters, HR

Re: A New Girl in the Office

A number of you have been wondering about the lifestyle choices being made
by Dan Fitzsimmons one of our file review managers, and several of you have
expressed your concerns to me about having a deviate on staff.  As your
Human Resource Manager I have performed an inquiry on this matter.

There is a reason that Dan has been wearing makeup and women's underthings.
Dan is a valued employee and he/she has been struggling with his lack of
masculinity and has stopped pretending he is a man.

Starting tomorrow please address Dan as Danielle.  He will be dressing as a
female from this point forward and plans to have sex reassignment surgery.
Please offer Danielle all of the encouragement a sissy needs as she makes
this necessary and very understandable transition.  I expect encouragement
and guidance from our female employees and ask our male employees to
interact with her in a proper manner.  We pride ourselves on being a
progressive company and look forward to having a new girl on staff, and in
seeing her assume her proper role here.

Danielle will now serve as an administrative assistant to Tiffany Hardeson.
It should be noted that Danielle's new position of course will be subject
to the appropriate lower pay grid to alleviate any unpleasantness with the
rest of the support staff.  She's now just "One of the Girls!"

Welcome Danielle!