The Women's Job - Part 24 (Patreon)

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On Tuesday, I wore my black skirt with the pale pink blouse Virginia had bought me. It was the first time I wore any of the sheer silky pantyhose they picked out. They felt luxurious. I felt a little guilty for enjoying the way they felt about me. A guy shouldn't feel the way I did, wearing them. But I loved the sensation.

Like most days, it was hectic. I was hesitant, at lunchtime, to join the girls for lunch, but Connie encouraged me. "There won't be a repeat of yesterday." She assured me.

She was right. No one had an unkind word. My friends were wonderful to me, as always. Ginny's friend, Jackie, came in, saying nothing. Ginny never came in while I was there. I thought nothing of it. I didn't ask the girls if they heard what might have been said between Connie and Ginny. I wanted to just forget about the incident. I would have done anything I could to win over Ginny as my friend but, I learned later, I wouldn't have to. Ginny apparently quit the firm shortly after her conversation with Connie. At least I assumed she quit. I didn't ask, and no one brought up the subject.

Christy called around three, to confirm that I was still coming for dinner. She sounded excited on the phone. I was still a little apprehensive about seeing her. I knew we would end up in bed, and she would discover the changes in me since we were the last intimate with each other. I wasn't sure what her reaction would be.

I had been my intention to go home and change before going to her place, but we ran late at work, and there wasn't time.

"Don't worry, Sweetheart. You look fine." Connie told me as we walked out through the lobby. "If she was as delighted with you on Tuesday, as you said, in your dress, you have nothing to worry about."

Connie was right. Still, on the drive to her place, I worried.

Getting gas bothered me. "Use full service if it makes you more comfortable." Connie had told me when I first got the car. It was better than pumping it myself and having to go inside the station to pay. Still, the guys tended to stare, and that made me uncomfortable.

Christy must have been watching out the window for me because she came out the minute I pulled into the parking space out front.

There was the same delight I had seen on her face on Tuesday. "Jennifer, you look fantastic."

She did exactly what I expected, and dreaded she might. She hugged me right there on the sidewalk out in plain sight.

"Can we go inside?" I pleaded.

Brook and Debbie were inside, watching out the window. They both beamed at me when we walked through the door.

"You’re pretty as can be." Debbie gushed.

Brook's reaction was the same. They both had to hug me. That wasn't so bad, inside the apartment.

I was definitely the center of attention. My concern about their reaction toward me, voluntarily dressing up as a girl, was unfounded. They were absolutely thrilled. They were a little more curious about me than I would have liked.

When it came to Debbie asking, "What are you wearing under your skirt?" it stopped being fun, even though I knew she was only teasing me.

Christy was the first to realize the questions were starting to embarrass me, and she forced a change in the subject.

Debbie hadn't lost her sense of humor, and as we sat down to dinner, she took over the conversation with her jokes. A few of her sarcastic barbs were still directed toward me, but they weren't cruel or demeaning, so I took them the way they were intended.

All in all, I had a good time. I did enjoy their company.

We had no sooner finished cleaning up from dinner than Debbie and Brook announced that they had to go. I was suddenly worried again. Their leaving meant that Christy would have me all to herself, and that meant only one thing.

At the door, the three of them wanted to make plans to get together on Saturday. They knew I spent my Sundays with Virginia.

I didn't want to tell them the plans I had for the morning. I had an early appointment with Jimmy. I would surprise them all.

"I have plans for the morning," I told them. "Would you care to help me do a little shopping in the afternoon?" I could go shopping with Christy and them as easily as anyone. Why not?

That was more than alright with them. They loved the idea.

With our plans made, Debbie and Brook said goodnight and left.

Christy brought out a bottle of Amaretto, and we sipped and talked for a little while. Christy edged closer and closer to me, on the couch. It wasn't difficult to see that I excited her. She started slowly, caressing my arm through the silky material of my blouse. Her passion heated up as she stroked my stocking leg.

I was too nervous. Christy took the initiative and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Soon our contact was not so tender, and we were locked in a long passionate embrace, her lips pressed hard against mine.

I was not totally immune to her touch. The hormones had not completely robbed me of my ability to feel aroused. I just wished that I could have mastered an erection, but the rest of me wanted her desperately. When we eventually parted, we both laughed. We had smeared our lipstick on each other.

Christy was definitely the aggressor. She led me to her bed. We undressed each other slowly, caressing each other’s soft, smooth skin.

She opened the button on the back of my blouse and pulled it over my head. That was the moment I had dreaded. The moment when she discovered how much I had changed. I expected her to be repulsed, but, to my delight, she was delighted.

She said nothing. The look on her face said it all. She was thrilled. Christy took my breasts in her hands and gently, skillfully kneaded my soft flesh. Her tongue caressed my tender nipples. Waves of excitement washed over me. It was like no sensation I had ever known. I didn't want her to stop.

I was so turned on. I found myself anxious to please her in the ways she had taught me. She was inexhaustible.

I continued until she begged me to stop. She surprised me when, after she finally calmed down. She pulled me over onto my back and pulled my panties down. She had, up until then, never wanted to see me out of them. I didn't argue with her. Modesty was a lost virtue after what she had discovered of me. Besides, there was hardly anything there to see, it had shriveled up to the point that it was hardly more than a soft fold of skin. My testicles were no bigger than small peas floating inside of their tiny skin sacks.

I didn't know what she planned to do to me. "Just lay back and enjoy." She told me. I didn't object. She began caressing my chest, kissing me again. Soon she was kneading and sucking on my nipples. The waves of sensation returned, and I was lost in a sea of excitement. I was hardly aware when she began probing inside me with her finger. It hurt a little at first but not enough to stop her. The motion of her finger rhythmically going into me again and again, along with her fondling my nipples, was almost too much to bear.

There was no explosion of passion as I had known in the past. It came upon me slowly, building to the point I thought I'd go insane. Then, with her smooth, firm body rubbing against me, it was over. I was spent, and every muscle in my body was limp. It was wonderful.

How long we lay there, holding each other, I didn't know. I completely lost track of time. We eventually go up, and I got dressed. If I hadn't had work the next morning, I would have stayed with her that night.

I did what I could with my hair and put on fresh makeup. Christy simply put on her robe. She waited for me in the living room, having poured herself another glass of Amaretto.

"You were wonderful." I kissed her tenderly.

"So were you."

"I never felt anything like that before," I admitted.

She smiled at me and just said just, "Saturday."

Now I had another reason to be anxious for that day to arrive quickly.

"You be careful driving home. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

"I will," I told her.

All I could think of as I drove home was the experience we'd just shared. It was all-consuming.

For some reason, I wasn't comfortable with the idea of telling Connie what had happened. It would have been like going home and telling my mother the details of making love with someone. I did tell her I had a wonderful time and that Christy and her friends totally accepted me as I was. That pleased her.

Friday seemed to drag by. We were busy enough, but my mind was on Saturday. I felt a little worried, going to eat lunch with the girls. I was just waiting for one of Ginny's friends to pick up where she left off. It was only a matter of time.

Friday wasn't the day. Everyone was very nice to me. For the second day, I didn't hear an unkind remark.

Connie and I left work on time for a change. We had dinner out and went to a movie.

I was getting used to having men look at me when we were out. I had learned not to acknowledge their looks. Having older men stare at me didn't bother me as much as the younger ones, but they didn't feel the least inhibited about being obvious about it.

As we bought sodas to take into the movie, I was acutely aware of a group of four young guys watching me in the theater lobby. It was still a weird sensation to know exactly what they were thinking. I could play the role of a girl, but I knew I couldn’t imagine ever accepting the affections of another man. It was too absurd to even consider. My experiences with Park had been bad enough.

Connie had noticed them watching me too. "Does it bother you?" She asked when we were seated in the theater.

"Does what bother me?" I didn't know what she meant.

"Having guys find you attractive." She explained.

"No, it doesn't bother me. It's not something I think about." That was essentially true. "It would bother me if they knew I was really one of them." No one was near enough to hear our whispered conversation.

"Have you ever wondered what it's like to be with one?"

"One what?"

"A man, silly."

She had to be kidding. I actually laughed. "No! Never." The truth was, for one fleeting instant while I was in Christy's hands, while she was driving me to distraction, I did wonder. The thought passed quickly, though.

Connie dropped the subject as the movie started. She had picked the movie. It was a love story, and as it drew to its heart-wrenching end, I felt the tears on my cheek. I was surprised how much I enjoyed it. I never used to like that kind of movie, but I had a slightly different perspective than I used to.

As Saturday came nearer and nearer, I began to lose some of the conviction I had about changing my hair. By morning I was actually a little scared about going, but after telling Connie how much I wanted to do it, I couldn't very well let my fear show.

There was still a nagging thought in the back of my mind that I ignored. Sooner or later, I would go home and see my family and Tina. Something told me I could just deal with that when the time came. After all, I could just cut it. I wouldn't look that different. For now, I just wanted to look the best I could.

Any negative thoughts just disappeared as Jimmy sat me in his chair.

"I want a new look," I told him, showing him the picture from the book Connie and I had been looking at while we sat waiting for our appointment. It really was a pretty style. "And can you add some highlights?" I asked.

Some meant a little to me. What it meant to Jimmy, I didn't think to ask.

"Sure we can." He said with delight. He apparently remembered me but didn't seem to mind at all that I was the guy he had in his chair months ago.

I sat patiently, feeling just a little nervous, after he washed my hair and started highlighting it. I watched as he added the coloring and wrapped my hair in the narrow strips of foil. It seemed there was a lot of foil on my head when he finished.

Did I do the right thing? I asked myself as Connie, and I sat and waited for the coloring to take. I was more nervous as he put his scissors to my hair. I thought he cut a lot.

"I’m only trimming your split ends." He assured me with a smile. The young man's sissified mannerisms made me nervous the first time I met him. Now I felt compassion for him. He really wasn't so bad. I found myself wondering if he ever crossed over and dressed as a girl. He had the hair, and he was sort of pretty. No, a little too manly and chunky to be convincing, I decided.

It took him only a minute to give me the bangs I asked for. I watched in the mirror as I underwent the transition. Wet, my hair looked terrible, but as he dried and styled it, I became even more excited with the outcome.

Jimmy did a fantastic job. No more was my hair a mousy brown. It shined with highlights, and the style had done what I had hoped. The look was soft and pretty. My hair lay softly over my shoulders. No one could doubt now that I was the girl I pretended to be. I loved it.

I had watched Jimmy closely as he dried and styled my hair. I was different from what I was used to, but the techniques I had been taught were the same he used. I would be able to do the new style myself, easily.

In the mirror, I could see that Connie thought it looked great too. She had approved of the style I picked from the book earlier. I could see her smile of delight in our reflections in the mirror.

"You look wonderful!" She told me.

My doubts were completely gone. "Oh, thank you, Jimmy," I said with joy. I couldn't wait for all my friends to see me. Christy, Trish, and the others were going to be really surprised. I only wished I had done it sooner. It would have been great to have Pat see me the way I looked now.

I didn't even mind taking out my purse and paying the seventy dollars it cost. That day, my purse held several hundred dollars of my savings, and I was prepared to spend a good part of it that afternoon. There were so many things I wanted to buy.

"You’re sure you don't need me to come along?" Connie asked as we walked to our cars.

"I'll be fine. I'm going to drive over to Christy's and meet them, then we're going shopping." It was sweet of her to worry, but I felt completely at ease with the girls.

"Just promise you'll call me and let me know what you're doing. I will worry."

It didn't matter that we were out in public. I hugged her. "I promise, Mom, really."

I was so anxious and excited as I drove to Christy's. I had dressed as casually as I could, wearing Christy's jeans. My others were just too baggy and didn't look right. It was the first time I’d felt brave enough, or rather confident enough to wear my cropped knit tee. I felt good about my figure and didn’t mind letting my bare waist show. Nothing could ruin my good mood. That morning I was truly Jennifer and loved the feeling.

The sky was cloudy overhead as I wound my way through Atlanta's busy streets. The way I felt, if it had been pouring down rain, I couldn't have been any more lighthearted. I didn't mind that people glanced my way as I drove by them. Even the looks from guys next to me at stoplights didn't bother me. I didn't feel as if I had the slightest worry of anyone taking me for anything but a happy young woman. I blasted the radio and enjoyed the music.

Brook and Debbie were already there. I recognized Debbie’s car and parked a few apartments down from Christy’s. I wanted to surprise them, kind of make an entrance, so to speak.

Their reaction, especially Christy's, was as great as I had hoped for. They had to touch my hair to make sure it was real and not a wig. I was thrilled.

"It's gorgeous!" Christy marveled, then hugged and kissed me. I knew she really meant it by the look on her face. "See, I didn't even mess up our lipstick."

I felt a little funny kissing her in front of Debbie and Brook, but they didn't seem phased by our show of affection. I was a guy, After all, and they knew it.

No one wanted to hang around the apartment. Debbie drove. Her car was bigger than mine and Christy's little cars. Going out with them, in their pleasant company, I felt great.

I was excited about shopping. I remembered the time with Connie and Virginia, how nervous I felt. I didn't feel that way as we headed for the stores that Saturday.

"So, what are we shopping for?" Debbie asked.

"Shorts, some blouses, you know, casual clothes." I had plenty of clothes for work and going out. "I think I need some new jeans so I can return these," I told her.

"Oh, don't worry about them. Keep them. I have plenty." Christy told me.

"Thanks." That was nice of her.

"How much money do you have to spend?" Brook asked.

"About two hundred." That's about how much I allotted myself that day.

"I know just the place," Brook announced.

It wasn't a fancy store, but it carried a lot of brand-name labels. The store was pretty busy. As good as the prices were, many young girls were there, picking through the racks.

Christy had a pretty definite idea of the kinds of clothes she wanted me to buy and wear, and her taste wasn't far from what I had in mind. I wasn't overly thrilled with the tight blouses and tank tops she grabbed off the racks for me to try on. I took them anyway. She knew better than I did, what would look best on me, I decided.

The dressing rooms didn't intimidate me the way they had in the past. As long as I could keep my panties on, no one would ever know. I didn't look any different from the other girls in the stalls around me. It was still a little odd, being surrounded by almost naked young girls.

Debbie and Brook continued to search for bargains for me while Christy kept me company in the dressing room. She wouldn't let me get away without trying on everything. She was having as much fun as I was.

There were a few tops I wouldn't have considered buying, but Christy talked me into them. She was so much fun to be with, I couldn't argue with her. The things she picked out were simply what girls my age wore. While some of the tops were a little intimidating, I knew it was just a matter of my getting used to the idea that I could wear them. Shopping was so much fun.

After about an hour there, we left with a dozen new things for me, and I had only spent about sixty dollars.

"You need to get some jewelry," Brook suggested.

"I have plenty," I told her and described a lot of the jewelry that Connie and Virginia had bought me.

"Wow, I'm impressed," Debbie said with a raised eyebrow.

"What about shoes?" Christy asked.

"I've got seven or eight pairs of flats and six or seven pairs of heels."

"Sneakers?"

"Just my aerobic sneakers."

"You need a pair of white Keds and maybe some black sneakers."

Lots of the girls I saw had shoes like that. I wanted some too.

"How's your lingerie?" Debbie asked.

I could see the grin on her face in the rearview mirror. She was a character.

"The only thing I need is some crotchless panties and some teddies," I said, kidding. It got a reaction out of them. Christy turned to me in mild shock. Debbie and Brook laughed.

Lunch was our next stop. They took me to a fast food place, and we had burgers. The place was pretty busy, and the four of us drew a lot of attention from men, young and old. I was glad to get out of there, even though I was flattered by it.

I knew the expression, 'Shop till you drop,' but I hadn't grasped the full meaning of it till that day. Before we were done, I found the shorts, like Pat's, and most of the other things that I had set out to buy. With my friends’ help, I had a ball.

I was exhausted when we got back to Christy's. We dropped the bags off clothes on the chair in the living room. I was thrilled that I could buy so much and couldn’t wait to try it all on at home.

Debbie and Brook only stayed long enough to have a drink with us, and they left. I eagerly thanked them for their help. It was almost too bad they had to leave so early but being alone with Christy was all right too. I hoped for a repeat of Friday night's experience.

I wasn't prepared for the surprise. "I really had fun today," Christy told me. "It's too bad I made plans for tonight."

It came as something of a shock. I didn't know what to say. I had just assumed we would spend the evening together, maybe the whole night. I felt really hurt. "I guess I better be going."

Christy continued to be her same bubbly self. She acted as if nothing was wrong, and I suppose, for her, there wasn't. "Why don't you call me if you get back early from Virginia's tomorrow?"

"Ok," I agreed, half-heartedly. She kissed me good night. I gathered up my things and left. I’d lost the lighthearted feeling I had carried around with me all day. I felt betrayed somehow. I wanted her to myself. She had not admitted that she was going out with someone that night, but what else could it have been.

I wondered, who was she going out with? Was it a guy, or maybe another girl? Was Christy gay like Debbie and Brook? Was I even write about them? I didn't know what to think. I had been let down, and I felt rejected. I didn't want to share Christy with anyone.

Connie was surprised to see me home so early. I came in lugging my packages. "What are you doing home so early?" She asked.

"Christy had other plans tonight," I answered glumly.

Connie could see I was upset. "Don't let it get you down, Honey. They'll be other nights."

"I suppose."

"What was she doing that you couldn't come along?"

"She didn't say."

"Well, there's no reason to think that she had another date. She hasn't said she was seeing anyone else, has she?"

"No, not in so many words."

"Well, maybe she just had things to do?"

"On a Saturday night? No, I'm sure she was going out." I really wasn't sure of anything.

Connie tried to cheer me up. "That's alright, honey. We'll do something together." She suggested. "What would you like to do?"

It was sweet of her. I thought to myself, it was something a mother would say to her child. How in the world had I been so fortunate to find Connie and have her adopt me the way she had?"I don't know."

"We could go to the spa and work out?" She suggested.

I didn't feel like working out. I wasn't in the mood.

"We could go to the movies?"

We had just gone the night before. "I think I'll just put my things away and relax tonight," I said, feeling down.

"Why don't we call Virginia and see what she's doing? I bet she'd be thrilled to see what you've done to yourself."

I had been anxious to surprise her with my new hairdo. I was excited about seeing her on Sunday. That thought cheered me up a little. "Ok."

I didn't mention to Virginia that I'd been sort of 'stood up' by Christy. I didn't want her to feel I called her because I had nothing else to do. "Connie and I wondered what you were doing tonight. We thought you might like to do something with us." I couldn't resist. "I have a surprise for you," I told her.

She was delighted that I called. "I have a surprise for you too. Why don't you and Connie come over?"

I wondered what her surprise was. I looked to Connie, and she nodded her approval. "Alright. We'll be over in a little while."

"Wear something nice in case we decide to go out." She suggested. "I see you in a little while."

I set the phone down. "Virginia said to wear something nice in case we go out. What should I wear?" I asked Connie.

"I think a nice skirt and blouse should do. That ought to be dressy enough for almost anything we decide to do."

That was fine with me. My dilemma was, which skirt and what blouse should I wear?

I felt better now we were going to do something. I didn't bother to put all my new things away.

One of Virginia's blouses had picked out for me that night we all went shopping together was really colorful. It had sort of an abstract print. At the time, I told myself I could never wear it. I took it out of the closet and tried it on with my short, ruby wrap skirt, another item I had never worn. I’d left it to hang in the closet because I wasn’t all that comfortable about wearing it. I wanted to experiment with all sorts of things now, I decided. It actually looked really nice when I put the outfit together.

It didn't take me long to touch up my makeup and get ready.

The pearls that Virginia had gotten me looked perfect with the outfit. I wanted to show them off for her. I really liked them a lot.

"Oh, don't you look nice," Connie remarked with approval. "Virginia's going to be impressed. You should wear your jacket though. It's supposed to get cool tonight."

I had forgotten about the blazer that went with the skirt. I went back into the bedroom and got it.

"Very pretty," Connie said with a smile.

"Thank you." I agreed. I felt pretty too. It was a nice feeling.

I think I blushed when the doorman opened the door for us. "You ladies look lovely this evening." I appreciated the compliment.

It was still light out when we reached Virginia's. The late summer evening was beautiful with all the colors in the sky. The clouds were taking on a pinkish tint as the sun started to set. It was cooling off, and I was glad I wore the jacket.

"Oh, look at you!" Virginia touched my hair. "And that outfit looks so cute on you. I just fell in love with it in the store. The pearls set it off beautifully."

"I really love these," I told her, stroking my pearl necklace.

"I'm so glad." A hug seemed appropriate.

"Doesn't she look so much better with her hair that way?" Connie asked Virginia when we sat in the sitting room.

"She looks absolutely stunning." Virginia agreed.

I enjoyed the compliments, but those two would go on forever if left alone. "So what should we do tonight?" I asked them.

Virginia had apparently been giving it some thought. "Have you two eaten?"

"No, we didn't," Connie told her.

"Well, we should go get something to eat, and then I thought it might be nice to go to the theater."

"We went to the movies last night," I explained.

"No dear, I didn't mean the movies?" Virginia’s tone wasn’t condescending. "I thought we might go see 'Cats.'"

"I haven't seen that in years. That's a great idea, but can we get tickets so late?" Connie remarked.

I had never seen the stage play. I heard it was good.

"I have a box," Virginia told us. "It doesn't start till nine-thirty. That would give us time to eat."

I was experiencing all kinds of new things. Connie picked the restaurant, and we had a wonderful meal. In their company, I was the one to draw attention from younger men. It was very satisfying to know they were looking at not my companions and me. It was amazing, the confidence I had gained in myself.

A glass of wine with dinner would have been nice, but I didn't dare. I made myself a mental note to ask Connie what she was doing with my birth certificate. I wondered how she would be able to get me some identification so I could pass for Jennifer.

I was told, "Absolutely not!" When I started to open my purse and suggested that I pay my own way at dinner.

"You're my guests tonight." Virginia insisted.

Arguing with the dear woman with her was pointless. I was learning that.

Not only had I never seen 'Cats' but I hadn't been to a stage show since I was little. The view from Virginia's box seats was wonderful, and I really enjoyed the play.

I found myself looking at the women and their clothes, comparing myself to them. I looked much nicer than most. There were a few women I thought were overdressed, in evening gowns. I found myself wondering how I'd look in a few of the beautiful dresses I saw. I even commented to Connie and Virginia how beautiful I thought a few of the dresses were.

I’d thought the evening was going to be a disaster after my disappointment over Christy, but I really turned out to be fun. I was out with my 'mother' and 'aunt.' They were more like family to me than my own.

Virginia made a suggestion when we returned to her house after midnight. "Stay here tonight. You can go to church with me in the morning." She asked both Connie and me.

"I'm afraid I can't," Connie said sadly.

I knew why. She was expecting her out-of-town friend on Sunday morning.