Secret Office Romance (part 1)
With some large companies adopting a liberal policy toward gender expression, this fictional account is quite possible. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I wish it really happened to me!
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I'm an engineer at a major automotive company. We have thousands of people in my building, and conference rooms are in short supply. To compensate, there are a lot of commons areas to enable the high degree of collaboration required by our work.
I was between meetings and sat down in one of the commons areas to check my emails. As I sat there, looking at my laptop computer, I was stunned to see the most beautiful woman in the world walk up and sit next to me. I couldn't help but smile at her, and she smiled back. She had auburn hair and green eyes, and wore a very pretty blue dress with flowers on it. There was something very different about her – something that just screamed femininity. She made all other women look drab by comparison.
"I'm Jessica Mosely," she said, "and I'm very nervous about this."
"Oh?" I responded, "there is no need to be nervous with me."
"I'm taking a big chance," she said, "and I truly hope I can trust you. I need to talk with you privately – will you meet me after work for a drink?"
I agreed and we set a time and location, and she departed. For the rest of the day I couldn't get Jessica out of my mind – so beautiful and so mysterious. What was she about? This seemed like something out of a spy story.
I finished the work day and drove to the bar where we agreed to meet. Soon Jessica arrived and I greeted her. We took a seat in the lounge and ordered drinks. She ordered a Rum and Coke and I ordered a Black Russian.
When the drinks arrived we toasted each other's health and I said, "You are a very mysterious woman – mind telling me what this is all about?"
"Do you recognize me at all?" Jessica asked.
"I remember working with a Jeff Mosely about a year ago – I see a little resemblance – are you related to him?"
"I was Jeff," Jessica returned.
"I don't get it," I said, "you are talking in circles."
"I am transgendered," Jessica answered.
I was speechless. I knew what that meant but had never met someone transgendered before. "You mean that you are really a guy?" I asked.
"No," she countered, "I am really a woman born into a man's body."
"So why are you telling me this?" I asked.
"You worked with me about a year ago when I was Jeff – you helped with a difficult analysis problem when all the other engineers were too busy to spare me any time," she said.
"I've had a crush on you since then," she confessed.
"You had a crush on me when you were a guy?" I asked in astonishment.
"No," Jessica blurted, her eyes beginning to tear up, "I have always been a woman, but born into a man's body – I'm now living as the person I was supposed to be."
I took her hand and apologized, saying, "You are very pretty, but all this is a lot for me to take in."
Jessica got up and said she was sorry to bother me and that she hoped that I would be discrete – she didn't want this getting all around at work.
"Jessica dear," I said, "give me some time to process all this."
She smiled as she turned to leave and said, "Call me when you are ready."
I watched her walk out and couldn't believe I was letting this beauty get away. I was sorry to have hurt her but confused at the same time. I returned home and searched for transgender information on the internet. I found lots of porn sites, some medical sites and general information sites.
I looked at some of the porn sites found they were called "shemales" and many had cocks bigger than most men. The rest of their bodies were totally fem. I had seriously mixed feelings looking at them.
I saw some others that had very small cocks, and these ladies looked very sexy to me. They had cocks like the shemales, but these small ones looked good on them – kind of feminine, it that was possible. I found myself looking at one such woman after another, and found myself attracted to them.
I went to some of the medical sites and learned about gender dysphoria, along with the high suicide rate among many who struggle with it. I learned that transitioning to their "right" gender allowed them to lead a more "normal" life.
Some of this was beginning to make sense to me, although there was still much I did not understand. I visited some of the medical sites and learned about Gender Reassignment Surgery (GRS) and about hormones and how the body changes with them, shrinking the cock while causing breasts to develop.
The more I read the more I found myself wanting Jessica, though my mind still felt confused. I continued to read and found a really interesting article called, "How to Data a Transgendered Woman".
I read the entire article and learned what later became obvious to me. A transgendered woman is not a man in a dress, and I should treat Jessica completely as a woman.
That made sense to me, and I thought I would have no problem doing that as long as our clothes were on, but when they came off – then what?
I noticed the time and realized that it was after 1am. I hurried to get to bed, and quickly fell asleep.
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