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!