I felt sick this morning, and didn't want to go into work. Walt just laughed at me, told me that I was being a sissy and to go get dressed and to be super pretty for him and for my first day at work as a girl.
I just sighed and did what he said, I knew I couldn't stand up to him. I was no match for his masculinity, his dominance over me. He made me take my hormone pills, and instead of one "vitamin" pill I was given two since this was expected to be a stressful day.
I tried to dress very conservatively, realizing all eyes would be on me. I was wearing makeup of course, and my wig, which closely reflects my own hair color. I wore a very pretty outfit – a suit really, a tailored peach colored knit jacket with a matching skirt which fell just at the knee. I also wore a white silk blouse underneath, gold jewelry, stockings and white heels. I lightly padded my bra with cotton balls. I felt so unsure of myself, walking into what may have been a very hostile environment. I knew I looked pretty and was actually dressed better than the majority of the other girls who worked for our firm, but they could be so catty!
I could never understand why women dressed so frumpily and in such unflattering clothes when they had such wonderful, sensual things available for us to wear. However I couldn't worry about how they dressed, I just wanted to make sure I was dressed in a businesslike manner and that I looked nice.
My little sheclit was safely hidden by the tight panty girdle I was wearing, and it was not an issue at all. I guess all that worrying through the years of being poorly endowed was just silliness. It really doesn't matter at all, it has never satisfied anyone and never will. Yes, my primary sex organs now are my mouth and my asspussy, just as God intended, or at least as Walt and his Daddy intended!
Oh yes, Walt's Daddy is very excited about me dressing female 24/7 and in fact it was he who took away the few remaining male clothes I had last night, and as I watched from the house, peering out of the window above the kitchen sink, he put my clothes into a burn barrel with some trash from the house and my male attire was literally burned before my eyes. As the flames consumed my maleness he looked at me and smiled and then rubbed his cock through his pants. I absentmindedly put my hand inside my robe and nightie and felt the smooth flesh around my breasts and stroked my erect nipple with my fingertips. My crotch tingled but did not grow, and the feeling of excitement wormed its way through my body until I had what I believe now was a powerful sissy orgasm. I became weak and tingly and short of breath, as I watched Walt's Dad walk in from the yard, and enter the kitchen. I looked directly at his crotch, which showed he was fully erect and in need of attention, and I dropped to my knees, right there on the kitchen floor by the sink.
Daddy chuckled and walked a few steps forward and rubbed his erection against my face. I wanted it, I needed it, needed a cock in my mouth at that very instant or I felt I would die! I quickly undid his dark blue work pants and pulled them down along with his boxers to free his manhood!
It smelled of him, of man and sweat and just a trace of piss...and it was like an intoxicant to me! He laughed as I grabbed the base of his shaft and aimed it right into my mouth! I worked on the head first, cleaning it nicely for him, enjoying all of the wonderful tastes a man's cock can possess.
"You've become quite the cock slut, haven't you, sissy?"
I mumbled an affirmation as I slobbered on his juicy meat.
"I am sure pleased with your progress, Danielle! You've become quite handy to have around the place, it's nice having a hot mouth or a tight asspussy to use when I get the urge! I hope you and Walt appreciate all of the fine training and guidance I've been giving you – if he's going to marry you as a woman there's till much for you to learn! You know, it was my pleasure to burn all of your men's clothes. Now there's no reason for you to dress any other way than as a lady. Except most ladies don't gobble cock like a whore....and watch your teeth missy!"
Daddy slapped my face lightly, to remind me of my place of course, and I took extra care in my oral lovemaking. His cock was pulsing in mu mouth it was so eager to cum!
"Are you ready for your cream, sissy? The cum of a real man? Did you ever cum like a man, inside a woman? I'll bet not! I imagine you wanking off that little prick of yours and squealing like a girl when you shot a few drops of your sissy juice. You probably tasted it didn't you?"
Of course I did, all sissies do. Don't you?
As Daddy's words fell into my psyche I began to piston my throat over Daddy's cock, going up and down so fast I was dizzy, wanting him to cum, please cum, please feed me, please!
"Oh shit! What a cocksucker! Well, ready or not here...it...CUMS!"
I held on tight to Daddy, pulling his asscheeks into my face and I rode out the eruption. I swallowed and swallowed, and marveled that a man in his fifties could be so damned potent!
I felt contentment as I swallowed his cum, contentment at a job well done, that I had pleased a man, and that I swallowed his seed like a good girl. I felt flushed and sucked the very last drop of cum out of Daddy's shrinking prick as I pulled it with a pop out of my mouth!
Shortly later Walt came home after attending a meeting at his mens club. Neither I or his father mentioned the tryst, but Walt did kiss me when he got home and must have tasted his father's cum on my lips, but said nothing! I gave Walt his obligatory blow job before bed last night also, I didn't even question it. Men have needs, and I have my duties.
The ride to work was rather quiet and I zoned out a little I guess. I relived the submission to Daddy from last night, to the blow job I gave him in the kitchen, before his son came home. The fact that I wanted it so bad, wanted to please him, more I think than he even wanted to shoot his load was perplexing to me. What did it mean? How far I have strayed from the role of an effeminate supposedly straight man? I chose to do it, I wasn't forced, I may as well admit that I seduced the man!
I absentmindedly gently stroked the inside of my thigh, feeling shivers as I touched the silky smooth skin and the tops of my nylon stockings. Those stockings are incredible, let me tell you! They were bought some time ago, when Walt's Mom was alive. She must have gotten a good deal on them, because there were a few boxes of vintage very sheer nylon stockings of the finest quality in her bedroom that would last me for years!
Walt saw me gently stroking myself under my skirt.
"Danielle, yoo hoo...Danielle?"
"Hmm, what?
"Are you horny baby? You're feeling yourself up as we're driving to work! Here, use your hand for something worthwhile!"
Walt undid his khakis and pulled out his cock, erect as usual, and put my hand on it. I instinctively played with it, feeling comforted by it's warmth and affection for me as it drooled sticky precum for me to taste. I focused on my man for the rest of the drive to work, and then we composed ourselves.
So anyway, as I walked across the parking lot for the first time as Danielle, I followed a few feet behind Walt. I kept my head down, feeling somewhat unsure of myself. Actually did I tell you, that's part of my training at home now? I am a sissy, and unworthy to look into the eyes of a real man unless instructed to do so. It's OK, I've accepted the truth in it, perhaps as you will one day.
All I could do was concentrate on the clicking noises from my three inch heels on the blacktop. My shoes were way overdressed for this company, I've seen what the ladies wear to work here. Walt insisted that I should make a wonderful first impression and to be business like. I worried about my new supervisor, a female. She worked in the sales division so I never really had much contact with her, but I knew from the office gossip she was tough as nails, and incredibly beautiful! I had heard she was struggling on the accounting side of our business, and I assumed my new position would be to back her up in that area. All the admin staff at work sit in cubicles in the middle of the business, with offices around the outside ring. Of course the offices had windows and were very nicely furnished. I wondered if I would miss the life I led there, and the perks of being a man with some authority.
Hell, for that matter, would I miss being a man?
Time will tell, dear friends. Time will tell.
All I know is that as I entered the employee entrance at work I was scared to death, yet ever so excited! Walt said his quick goodbye and sprinted off to the IT department, and I calmly walked into the mass of cubicles to find Rose.
Rose was the head of the administrative area, the admin as we called it. A few people snickered at me, but I also heard a few comments from the girls saying how nice I looked too. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad! I hoped!
When I found Rose she had a definite smirk on her face and she was rather loud as she escorted me very slowly to my assigned cubicle. I wasn't even listening to her babble...talk about assigned breaks and joining the birthday club and that I was expected to bring a dish to pass on Friday for a food day, and wondering what kind of little cook I was....
What I did focus on, was the comments of my coworkers. I found some women very true to form. The ones with an opinion about everyone, the unhappy ones, well they were a bit cruel. I heard hissing as I passed a few cubes, and I was sure I heard the word queer and faggot as well. I also passed a few men along the way and one was shocked and stared. Another casually groped himself so that I could see him do it as he smiled at me. It was like a bad dream!
When I entered my cube I was disappointed to see that I had to share the cubicle with Makesha, a loud rather uncouth assistant who few could tolerate. Rose left me and told me I had a meeting with my new supervisor at 10:30 and to be at her office on time and with paper and pen.
Makesha wasted little time in laying down the rules!
"Now listen here you little sissy! In this cubicle you will do what I tell you and I won't take any crap from you! You think you're better than me, cuz you have a dick between your legs? Shit, from what I hear there ain't nothing there anyway! SO if you think you're gonna pull any macho shit outta that pantied ass of yours you'd best know I won't put up with any of it, do you hear me?"
"Yes Makesha, I understand."
"Good because you ever try to tell me what to do - I'll pull down your panties and spank your faggot ass for everyone to see, and no one would stop me! You got some nerve pretending to be a man all that time when you were just some sissy queer!"
"Are you a boy or a girl?"
"Well I'm not sure Makesha...you see emotionally I...."
"Shit don't give me any of that liberal crap! It's something you should just answer yes or no to! You don't deserve to be a man!"
I shuddered! Makesha was a big girl, and she could seriously hurt me. Being publicly spanked by another associate at the firm must not be allowed in the employee handbook, I am sure! I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself, hearing her go on behind me, talking to no one in particular. I pulled out the little mirror in my purse and checked my makeup and made sure any tears had smudged my makeup. Makesha just grunted in disgust when she saw me do it.
"What the hell they sticking this little fairy with me for anyway? They wouldn't dare do that to one of the white girls! God Damn sissy faggot looks prettier than half these bitches for sure. I ain't gonna take no shit, no way. It's on, bitches!"