As Girly As It Gets - The Dress Code - Part 2 (Patreon)

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After work, Moira followed Terry to his house where he dropped off his car since it was on the way to their destination.  In Moira’s car, they made their way to Sweet Nothings a little boutique in an out-of-the-way strip mall.  The sign said appointments only after 6 PM.  Moira rang the bell and the two of them entered the store. Sara, the saleswoman, introduced herself and asked Moira how she could help her.  Moira quickly explained the situation and asked the saleswoman to please verify their initial measurements and then offer solutions.

Sara took Terry into a booth and asked him to remove everything above the waist.  Sara was surprised to see the obvious breast development.  Measuring Terry’s chest, she confirmed what Moira and the nurse had found.  Moira had slipped into the booth. They looked at Sara expectantly. Sara sighed, “Well, it looks like you actually do need a bra.  Based on your measurements and looking you over, I think a 38 band with a B cup will be the right size.

We can try some others, but I‘m guessing that is where we will end up.” Over the next hour or so Terry tried on different sizes, brands, and types of bras.  He had no idea there were so many choices.  Eventually, Sara said Terry needed to select what kind of bra he wanted. The problem was Terry didn’t want a bra.  And he felt like picking any bra was a start down some slippery slope.  Moira began asking him questions about the bras and Sara understood what she was doing.  They started eliminating bras Terry found unacceptable.  Sara now understood that the ability to hide the bra was important.  There were some bras that Terry admitted felt more comfortable.

They agreed that he needed something with smooth cups like a t-shirt bra.  He did not want something industrial that looked like his grandmother’s old bras.  He did not want a lot of lace or embroidery.  Terry didn’t want a bra at all. Terry explained that if he had to wear a bra he wanted it to help hide or minimize whatever breasts he possessed.  Sara explained that some bras held the breasts out prominently, like a bullet bra.

She explained that some bras pushed the two breasts together to create almost a single large breast across the chest.  Bandeau bras were discussed, but Sara pointed out that these were great for younger girls with perkier breasts and unluckily, Terry was the owner of two distinct breasts which due to his ignoring them, were not as perky as they might have been.  Sara explained that Terry should have a bra that cupped and supported each breast and then perform whatever shaping he wanted. Moira and Sara also explained that some bras highlighted cleavage or held the breast in such a way that the top of the breast was bare for display in low-cut tops.

Terry assured them in a semi-lighthearted moment that he had no desire to highlight or put his breasts on display.  Moira and Sara tried to focus on bras which would minimize Terry’s chest without causing him to feel like he was bound up in an elastic band.  Eventually, they had about ten bras in the un-eliminated pile.  Terry wanted something in the nude if possible.  He did not want something padded that would add to the amount of his breast size.  They finally settled on a Wacoal style, nude.  The cups were formed but pretty thin.

Moira convinced him to get one in white and one in nude.  In addition, he got a different nude-colored bra with a racer-back style that hooked in the front right between the cups.  Moira and Sara convinced him this was the minimum he would need.  Terry’s self-confidence had been broken down by the evening’s interactions and he had little fight left in him when Sara insisted that he had to wear the nude bra home because he “needed” a bra for support. As they were paying, Sara entered Terry into the frequent buyer’s club.

While Terry allowed her to do the registration since it saved him 5% upfront, he assured her that he would be starting an exercise routine immediately to eliminate this chest problem.  Sara, being a good saleswoman suggested, “We have some great sports bras.  You’ll need that with the breast development you have.”  “No, I don’t think I’ll need that.”  Terry declined.  “I’ll probably start with some swimming to build up my endurance.” Smiling, Sara pointed over Terry’s shoulder and said, “You certainly can’t swim in a public pool without something up top.

Let me show you some of our more discreet swimsuits.  We have tank tops with built-in support.  Or, we have some pretty plain one-piece suits.”  She grinned and looked from Moira to Terry. Moira was enjoying this.  But, Terry was clearly done for the evening.  “NO! We are done for the evening.”  Terry said emphatically. His response did nothing to curb Sara’s enthusiasm.  She felt like she had a new customer and she wanted to cement her relationship so that if he had any needs in the future, she could help. Sara held up Terry’s bag and in as perky a voice as she could find said, “Terry, it has been my pleasure helping you this evening.

I hope you find your purchases will meet your needs.  I am always here to help you.  Now, that I have your measurements, you can call if there is anything else you need.  I can have things delivered or shipped to you discreetly.  I want to help you and you can always count on me.  I will never discuss this with anyone including my co-workers.  Please remember you can rely on me.” Terry was a little stunned as he tried to figure out what else he might need from her.  But, Moira quickly stepped in, “Sara you have been a dream.  We got everything Terry needed and you helped us in a professional respectful manner.  Thank You.”

Sara grabbed a couple of business cards and handed one to each of them saying, “Here’s my card. “  And she added looking at Terry, “I wrote down the brand, size, and model number of each of your bras in case you need more.  Just keep the cards in your purse so you have my number.”  She flashed her 100-watt smile and moved to the door. Terry looked at Sara and Moira, “This is my iPad briefcase, not a purse.”  Moira hid a smile. Sara said in a dismissive way as she walked to the door, “Of course, it is.  But you’ll have my number with you if you keep the card in your wallet.”  She had seen the wallet he was carrying and it was in the bag.

And she assured herself, they were both designed for women.  But, what did she care, she had gotten a big sale and it looked like there might be more to follow. As Moira drove Terry home, she said, “Terry, I will review the dress code requirements and I suggest you do so also.  The last thing we need is for one of the people you have badgered about their work dress code violations to catch you breaking the rules.  We can talk about it more in the morning.  Remember to wear one of your new bras and I’ll see you first thing.” Terry got out of the car.  He had rolled the pink bag up into a tube crushing the contents.  He hoped that no one would notice.

He thanked Moira and went inside.  Terry put his briefcase and his bag of bras on his dresser as he entered his bedroom.  This was probably the most humiliating night of his life.  Standing in a room with some unknown woman and his secretary trying on bras.  How was he ever going to live this down?  He had risked a lot letting Moira in on his secret.  She had been helpful.  But, he would have to watch and make sure she did not try to take advantage of him.  And to top it all off, the saleswoman thought his iPad case was a purse.

She was obviously clueless he thought. Terry struggled to remove the bra before he fell into an exhausted slumber.  BRA – DAY ONE The next day, Terry showered and began dressing.  He stared at the nude bra like it was going to come to life.  Finally, he donned the bra as the ladies had instructed him last night.  Terry was aghast.  The bra made his chest look huge.  Suddenly, the excess flesh that was hanging down against his body was jutting out in front of him.  The ladies had referred to his small chest.  But, in the bra, he looked huge.

He was ready to give up.  Thinking he had to try, he pulled on a thick white t-shirt and a blue dress shirt.  He looked in the mirror. Front and both sides, he didn’t see anything.  Maybe no one would notice.  Terry ran a brush through his shoulder-length hair and pulled it together in a low ponytail.  He tucked the hair inside the collar of his shirt.  During the day it would slide up and down a little.  But it prevented his hair from being a focus for everyone.

Even when he took off his coat, the ponytail still was inside his shirt collar at most times.  Donning his coat, he took one last look in the mirror and headed out. Of course, the bra was all that Terry could think about.  Walking, as he swung his arms, he felt the shoulder straps pulling.  He could feel the sides of the cups along the sides of his breasts and ride out from under his armpits.  There was a slight bounce on his chest which stopped on the downside due to the cups of the bra.

He was carrying a coffee and a bagel, so his hands were full. The shoulder strap of his briefcase wanted to separate his breasts and ride in the cleavage that Terry desperately wanted to ignore.  As he entered the office in one of his older suits with the new pants, he wondered if all eyes were on him.  People just said hello.  But he wondered if they were all snickering behind his back.  As soon as he entered his office, he collapsed into his chair like he had run a marathon.  As his back rested in the chair, he could feel the clasp of the bra in the center of his back.

With every move he made, he felt how the bra moved with him.  Every move or breath reminded him, he was wearing a bra.  And that reminder stoked his fears of getting caught.  But was he more worried about getting caught wearing the bra or not wearing a bra and breaking the rules? Moira followed him into his office and closed the door.  Smiling, she asked, “Terry did you run to the office?  You look worn out.”

“Oh shut up,” Terry replied as he stood and removed his coat.  Terry felt like he had headlights on his chest.  His shirt was pushed out.  He assumed everyone knew what he was wearing.  Moira could tell he was wearing the bra but didn’t want him to know.  “Terry, are you wearing one of your new bras?” she asked conspiratorially.  Terry thought it was obvious.  How could she not know?  He decided to tread carefully.  “Yes, I am wearing one.  Can’t you tell?” Moira tried to console him, “Oh Terry, I was worried because you seemed to be hurrying to get to your office and you looked warm.  It just looks like you’ve been working out. No one is going to notice.

Your necktie hides the fact that there is a break between the two small bumps created by a bra.  Try to focus on your work and you’ll forget all about it.  Nobody is going to notice.  I wasn’t even sure myself.”  Moira left the office and sat down at her desk.  Of course, any woman examining his top would have some questions regarding the distribution of his chest.  But there was not a lot of that going on in Terry’s office.  The management guys were blind to such things.  They would see the color of his shirt and tie along with the suit.

Body build and even certain external factors were of no matter to them.  They wanted to see a guy so that is what they would see.  Moira had found several items in the dress code which Terry needed to consider.  However, she needed to let his new situation sink in a little more before the next challenge.  Later that morning, when reviewing Terry’s personal corporate e-mail Moira noticed a message from Human Resources.  She looked at the message and smiled.

The message read, Dear Terry Moran, Your personnel file has been automatically updated to reflect that you need to wear a bra as part of the dress code.  Since you work in the executive offices, the company provides certain benefits.  All new employees and employees in the executive offices whose status change in this regard are sent to our corporate salon.  The system has determined that you work closely with Miss Moira Charles, an administrative assistant in your department.  You and your work associate Moira Charles will be the company’s guests this Friday for the contracted orientation program.  Information regarding this salon visit has also been sent to your associate.

We provide these services for our employees and it is considered mandatory that you visit them for the welcome day of orientation and salon activity.  At that time, the salon will detail the expectations regarding the company dress code and clarify any misunderstandings.  Human Resources. This message is automatically generated.  For information on this please call our office.  Moira confirmed she had gotten the other message and went into Terry’s office.  She then removed the message from Terry’s inbox. “Terry, I cleared your calendar for the meeting this Friday.

Human Resources has scheduled you and me for a corporate-sponsored orientation day at a local spa.  They say it is required and during the meetings they will explain all of the company dress code changes and requirements.  It will be an all-day affair. If it is alright with you, I’ll pick you up and drive us to the meeting.  I’ve been to this location many times.”  Terry was looking at her with blank look. “What are you talking about?” “I’m talking about Human Resources telling me that I have to take you to a meeting this Friday.

It is some kind of team-building exercise and orientation.  I am going along with you.  I don’t know who else will be there.  Just be ready and I’ll pick you up at 9 AM.  Alright?” “I guess so.  I hate these HR activities.  What should I wear?  Is it casual?” Terry asked hopefully. Moira considered, “I don’t think so.  Since it is a company activity, you still have to adhere to the company dress code.”

Over the next couple of days, Terry hid in his office as much as possible.  Each day he expected someone to start pointing and yelling, “Terry’s wearing a BRA!”  But that did not happen.  Moira tried to keep his calendar clear and his t-shirts and broadcloth shirts helped to hide his prominent new assets.  Terry was constantly aware of the slight pressure around his torso, just below his breasts.  The straps made themselves known with every movement of his arms, shoulders, or turning off his torso.  Terry was fully aware of his breasts and the superstructure trying to manage their movement.

He found it hard to concentrate on his work as he was constantly thinking about the bra and his concerns about detection. SPA DAY On Friday morning, Moira picked up Terry and they were on their way.  Moira had stopped and picked up a couple of coffees from the local coffee shop.  She dissolved a dose of Valium into Terry’s coffee.  Terry noticed nothing off as they drank their coffee and engaged in small talk on the drive.  They parked the car in a lot of a building that looked like the clubhouse for a country club.

Terry was impressed by the building. It looked like a lot of the high-end corporate retreats you read about in major business magazines.  As they approached the entrance they saw the sign, “All of U”.  “What is that?  They couldn’t spell the words out?” Terry asked. Moira just shrugged her shoulders. Moira had called and talked to the manager ahead of time.  She explained that according to the company dress policy, bra-wearing was based on measurements, not sex.  In addition, the contract the company had with All of U was based on a set of services and their agreement to instruct employees regarding the dress code.

She informed her that she and her associate Terry Moran would be coming in on Friday.  She let her know that Terry was a man but that he needed to wear a bra and he worked in the executive offices.  The manager understood and had no qualms with what was expected.  This was a signed contract and they would do nothing to jeopardize it.  Moira and Terry were greeted at the desk by Natalie. “Good Morning, and you must be Terry and Moira.  I’m Natalie and I’ll be your coordinator for today’s sessions.  We’re very excited to have you here.” Both Terry and Moira responded with a “Good Morning.” Natalie beckoned them to follow her.  ”If you’ll follow me we’ll get things started.”  She guided them into a room set up like a lounge.

Couches, end tables, some nice lamps, and a coffee table with some paperwork on it.  Natalie closed the door. As they sat down, Natalie began talking, “Now, we have you both scheduled for the program your company has purchased.  Along with sessions on the dress code for your company, your day will include some more enjoyable sessions including massage, skin treatments, and normal salon hair and nail treatment.  This sheet has an overview and the company requires you to sign off on arrival and when the day is complete, otherwise they won’t pay us.

So if you will sign right here, we can get started. Both Terry and Moira signed.  Natalie then presented them with a liability release which seemed standard and they both signed.  “Our program is designed to orient employees of the company on general policies and specifically we focus heavily on the dress code and professional expectations in appearance.  Our first session begins now.” Terry felt the need to ask, “Natalie, will all of the sessions today be on the dress code?” Natalie answered, “The focus of these sessions is to ensure that you know any rules the company thinks are important.

Our mission is to let our trainees know what the company expects of them as they move up in the company.  You are now at the executive level and we are here to help make sure you know what is expected of you.  Some of those expectations are not totally clear in the dress code and the company has found it necessary to have us help get everyone on the same page regarding expectations.  Every administrative assistant in the executive ranks has successfully completed our program. Violation of dress code rules or the expectations of management will negatively affect your career.