This is a true story...sort of. It is also a completely original work by me, and should be remembered as such. Thank you. If you have any thoughts or suggestions please email me at girly_girl_laura_69@yahoo.com. Thanks and enjoy.
Laura
Almost a year ago, just after Halloween I was in search of a job. It just so happened that a former manager, and personal friend of mine was looking for another person to work for her at the store she managed now. The only drawback was that it was a woman's clothing store. Now, I shouldn't say it was a drawback...being a closet cross dresser for the majority of my life, I thought it might be kind of nice to be around so many beautiful clothes. So I figured what the heck, I have worked everywhere else just about, why not at a woman's store.
I started there on the first of November, and everything was great. Everyone was nice, I could always stay in the backroom, not have to deal with customers, and if I ever did get my courage up I even had a discount to work with. Having started on the 1st of November, I missed out on Halloween. Everyone that worked that day talked about how fun it was. Everyone had on costumes, because the mall had trick-or-treating for the kids on Halloween. Someone came as a fairy princess, someone came as a nun, and the other costumes ran the gamut of the usual female Halloween costumes.
To make a long story short, the year went by as usual and it was a great place to work. Around the beginning of October, there was a store meeting to discuss the upcoming Christmas season. While we were waiting, the subject of Halloween costumes came up, because it was only a few weeks away. After some tossing around of ideas, the entire female staff (which would be everyone but me) came up with the idea of dressing up as men. They all loved the idea, and decided that was what they would do. Then they started to ask me what I would wear. One of the girls, Claire said "If we are all going to be men that day, why doesn't Jeff dress as a girl?" I looked a little nervous I'm sure, though the others thought it would be fun. My manager said, "Come on Jeff, you can come in here dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and tennis shoes everyday, now you can see how much of a pain it is to have to dress up for work everyday. Besides, if you say yes, I will even buy you the clothes to wear that day, and you can keep them just in case you enjoy it." She said with a wink and a grin. I figured why not, they will all be cool with it, take the chance.
After my shift for the day, one of the other girls, Betsy, took me shopping in the store. We decided that we should get a couple of different outfits to try and see what I would be comfortable pulling off. At 5'10 and 140 pounds I was able to find sizes that would fit without too much trouble. Betsy and I finished making our selections. Everything from Clothes, to jewelry, to hair accessories, to a handbag for the day and a coat(it was a very cool fall that year). As my manager was ringing up the items, she asked, "Why didn't you get any panties, they are on sale. Beside I am paying, I insist you go all the way." So with that we went over and picked out undergarments as well. Panties and a bra, and a little pajama set that was free with the purchase of $100 or more, and we easily surpassed that. By the time we were done, the total was $195. My manager said, "You better put all your effort into pulling this of it's costing me that much."
The morning of Halloween I went to Betsy's around 10. We both had to work at 2 so we figured we would have plenty of time. I had taken a shower and washed my hair, but Betsy wasn't satisfied. I asked her what she meant when she was talking about personal hygiene. She pulled out the female dress code for the store. She said "I quote for you the dress code. All employees must keep legs arms and armpit areas free of hair. That's a rule so get shaving Missy." Why not, I have come this far. So 30 minutes later I was now hairless and waiting for the next lesson. I dressed in a conservative suit first, which I secretly loved, but realized would not be practical for the work I do. I finally ended up wearing a stretchy knit top, with a velvet flower design overlayed on it, and a pair of tight fitting, knit pants. Under which went my bra and panty set in black I might add. A padded panty girdle, for shape and to hide that certain other "shape". A pair of opaque, control top tights. And a pair of those big clunky shoes that girls wear all the time these day. All of the clothes were black, and with the addition of the pads in the bra, they fit and looked good on me. I was shocked. After Betsy went to work on my hair putting it in a pony tail, she started on my makeup. Just a small amount which I thought was odd. After all of that was done, she grabbed her purse and coat, and started to head out the door. "We have 2 and a half hours before work." I said. "I know" she replied, "but you aren't ready yet. Come on." I threw on my new wool fur trimmed coat, grabbed my purse and headed out after her. I was glad I wasn't in slim heels instead of these shoes. I was never good at those. We got in her truck, and she drove to the beauty salon at the other end of the mall we work at. She said "Come on, you have an appointment in 5 minutes." Now I understood the surprise. We went in and I signed in. As I was writing my name, I noticed that it was registered as Laura. I asked Betsy about this. "We still have a name tag made up from the last girl that quit, and that was her name, so now it's yours." Made sense I guess.
After about an hour of rollers make up brushes and the like I was sitting under a dryer. A girl came over to start on my nails. I protested, but Betsy warned me. "The dress code clearly states that all female employees will have well groomed and manicured nails at all times." I groaned but knew she was right. If I was going to do this I had to follow the dress code. By the time she was done, and the jewelry had been added(both my ears were already pierced as is the style, so no problem there) there was a very beautiful young lady looking back at me. I reached up with my French manicured nails and touched my wavy very feminine hair and face. I was shocked. "OK gorgeous, we gotta get to work. Let's go" Betsy said in a hurry almost dragging me out. We decided to walk through the mall and gauge the reaction of people to Laura. Other than the males checking her out no one looked twice.
When we got to the store, I walked in and all of the workers mouths dropped. "Wow, you are a really beautiful woman, you should dress like this everyday." If only that were possible I thought, but didn't say anything except thank you.
After about 10 minutes the commotion died down and we all went about our daily business. At 6, Carla came in the back and said she had an emergency and had to go home, so my manager asked if I could work the floor. So I did. Within about 5 minutes I had 3 people ask me why I wasn't dressed like a man like the rest of the girls. Once I answered them they realized. They all thought it was great and that I looked really good. I was very happy. I had gotten so comfortable by the end of the night that I accepted the offer to hang out with the girls. Something I had never done. They always offered I just felt like I would be out of place. But I felt right at home this night. I even got hit on by a few men at the bar. I didn't know what to make of that but figured I should take it as a compliment, so I did. Finally my fun filled day was at an end, and I went home. I took a long bubble bath, leaving the hair and makeup until last. After I finished cleaning up. I put my hair in my usual pony tail for bed, except this time I wore it high on the back of my head, instead of at my neck like usual. And needless to say I slept in the lingerie and PJ set I had gotten that night.
The next day at work everyone was buzzing about my costume and telling all those who missed it to check out the picture of all of us on the bulletin board in the back room to see for themselves. They all loved it too. Everything was back to normal. Then, all of a sudden my manager burst into the back. She said that Carla was not going to be back for 3 days and they would be short handed. She said "Jeff, will you do me a favor...
...to be continued.