Only Man In office - Part 8

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Today at the opera, there was a performance of 'Aida.' A lot of people wanted to watch the show, and there was a crowd of people standing in front of the opera house.

When the limo stopped before the main entrance and the driver opened the doors and helped the ladies get out of the car, they made a little show of themselves. A good-looking gentleman with three amazingly dressed ladies is always good to get some attention. 

There was even a red carpet on the way to the entrance, and they enjoyed the attention they got from the other opera guests—maybe with the exception of Michael. He was aware of the gazing looks of so many other people who saw him in his long evening gown.

"Smile, Sweetie, when you are on display," his wife mocked him a bit and smiled while all of them walked slowly to the entrance.

Inside the opera, they were greeted by the ticket inspector and escorted by a nice girl to their seats. They had great seats in the first row, and Michael felt really embarrassed to be put on display like that. But that was exactly what Mrs. Sharp and his wife wanted for him. 

They enjoyed the admiring looks from the audience and enjoyed seeing his lack of confidence, too. After being seated, Michael calmed down a bit and enjoyed the evening. It was so special to wear such an impressive evening gown in public, and even if he had already worn it to the transgender ball a few years ago, it was a new experience to wear it as a 'real woman' during a public performance.

It was a great performance, and after a few hours of very good entertainment, they left the opera with a very nice feeling. Because of the garden party on the next day, Mrs. Garrett wanted to go home soon, and so she let herself and Michelle be dropped off at their home. Mr. and Mrs. Sharp said once more how they had enjoyed that evening and that they looked forward to attending the garden party the next day.

At home, his wife helped Michael to undress—he would not be able to open the laced top himself—and even helped him with his hair. Finall,y they went to bed, both dressed in long satin nightgowns. This time Christine unlocked Michael's cage, and she enjoyed his immediately erect penis for her own pleasure.

The next morning, they woke up early. Mrs. Garrett said to Michael that he should get used to being her maid and should get up early and get into his new housekeeping dress each morning. 

Then he was to prepare breakfast for both of them and serve it to her in the dining room. After that, Michael got up, showered, shaved all over, and put on some lingerie with a white garter belt and some seamed stockings. Then he stepped into the new housekeeping dress, which he ordered online from Simon Jersey in England.

 'Thank God it was already ironed, and also the apron was nicely prepared,' he thought. So in no time he was ready and made a nice breakfast for them with scrambled eggs, freshly squeezed orange juice, and some fresh toast. When he was nearly ready and the table was already set, he went back into the bedroom again, where his wife had fallen asleep again.

He stood beside the bed, leaned down to her, and kissed her. When she opened her eyes, he straightened up again, straightened his apron, and said, "Good morning, ma'am. I just finished preparing breakfast for you. Do you want to get up and eat now, or should I come back later again?"

Mrs. Garrett smiled broadly. "Wow, Michelle, I really can get used to being treated like that every day! You are such a fast learner and have become a really clever maid. Yes, I want to get up now and take a shower. In the meantime, you may lay out for me my grey pinstriped pantsuit and a matching blouse and some nice underwear as well. Please choose some suitable shoes for me so that I can stay dressed like that for our garden party. Then do the sheets and meet me in the bathroom. Maybe you can help me to get my makeup done and dressed then."

"Of course, Ma'am," Michael quickly replied and made a small curtsy too. Mrs. Garrett smiled again and went to the bathroom.

After cleaning the sheets, Michael put out his wife's pantsuit on the bed. Then he found a nice cream-colored blouse that would look perfect on her. From her drawers, he picked a white lace bra and panties, and as he knew what his wife liked best, he found a pair of sheer trouser socks for her as well.

He then grabbed some grey court shoes with a medium block heel for her in her wardrobe that were really comfortable to walk in for his wife, Christine.

After preparing everything, he went to the bathroom. Christine was already ready with a shower, and Michael handed her a towel. After being aware of her stern look, he noticed his mistake, and he held out the towel that way so that she could wrap herself in it. 

"That's better, Michelle. I guess you still have a lot to learn to become a proper chambermaid," she said to him. After he had dried her well, he handed her her favorite perfume and the makeup kit. She looked pleased.

"Maybe I should send you to a professional makeup course, Michelle. So you can become an experienced makeup artist, and you could do my makeup each time I want. Would you like that?" She asked him with a broad smile.

"Uhhh, that would be really nice, Ma'am. I would love to do that if you want me to do that," he answered, not sure if she really meant what she just said. Michael hoped that this was just another mocking by his wife but was not really sure about it.

When she was ready, they went together to the bedroom, and Michael helped his wife to dress. After that they both walked to the dining room, and Michael put his wife at the table, which was already set. Finally, he went into the kitchen to get the tray with breakfast. After serving her some tea and orange juice, he got her some buttered toast and scrambled eggs. "Thank you, Michelle. That was really lovely of you. Please sit down and get some breakfast too. Even though you are the maid now, I want some company when eating," she said, smiling. They ate together, Mrs. Garrett enjoying all the attention she got from her 'maid,' Michelle.

"You know, I really can get used to having such a proper maid each day, don't you think so, dear?" she said to him. "We should think about how you could do that like that each morning, not only on the weekends. That means you have to change dresses a few times a day, but I guess you would love that, right?"

"I don't know yet, Christine," he answered. "That would keep me really busy each day, but if you like that, we should give it a try. You are the one to decide that."

Michael answered truthfully. This could really become something that he had always longed for.

"Perfect answer, Michelle. I knew you would settle in well in the role of an obedient housewife and maid. But next time, please don't call me 'Christine.' Even when we're alone here. If we are among ourselves, you may call me 'Ma'am,' but I would prefer it if you would call me 'Madame' or maybe 'Madame Christine.' If we have company, you are to call me 'Mrs. Garrett," she said. Michael could not think about the last sentence—would that mean he would be requested to serve any guests as a maid?

"I think in my fancy fantasy all maids were French, and you already picked out a French name for yourself. So maybe you'll pretend to be a French maid when you are serving me, and so please talk with a slight French accent then," she said, laughing.

"Oui, Madame, I'll do as you say," he answered promptly, and Dr. Garrett smiled broadly again. "I can't wait to tell Becky how lovely you developed, dear. I guess she would love to see that for herself," Mrs. Garrett said at last. Michael was sure she would love that but hoped that it would not be more embarrassing for him.

He was sure that Mrs. Sharp and her husband would be the first guests that his wife would invite to be served by the new maid.

When they finished breakfast, Michael was to clear the table and then went into the kitchen to do the dishes. After that he started with the preparations for the garden party. Mrs. Garrett had picked out some recipes for the afternoon and helped him with putting out the necessary ingredients too.

"While you are working here so nicely, I will lay out your clothes for the party, dear. I'm sure you want to impress our neighbors, right?"

"Oh, yes, thank you, Madame. You are so sweet to me," he said, blushing. "You will look lovely, my dear, I promise. You can trust me, all the guests will love your outfit, sweety," Mrs. Garrett said and went upstairs.

When all the dishes were ready-made and the drinks were cold, Michael was allowed to change into his clothes for party clothes. His wife had laid out the same flowery dress with the wide white petticoat for him that he had already worn to the hairdresser the previous day. Dressed in that, he would look like a perfect 50s housewife, straight out of 'The Stepford Wives.' Mrs. Garrett smiled to herself. What would all the neighbors say when they saw her husband dressed like such a pretty woman? She hoped that nobody would make a fool out of him and all would treat him nicely.

When Michael came downstairs, dressed in the petticoat dress, Mrs. Garrett smiled at him. "My, you are truly a beautiful lady, Michelle. I guess the neighbors will be impressed. Come over here; there is still one thing missing for my pretty housewife."

With that, she picked up her frilly apron from the kitchen and tied it around him. "Now, that is the pretty housewife I always want to have around me here..." she kidded with him.

The very next moment, the doorbell rang. Michael froze and was not even able to move. "What are you waiting for, darling? Would you let in our guests?" Mrs. Garrett asked. Slowly, he turned towards the front door and walked there with his wife in tow. When he opened the door, standing there was Mrs. Miller, a friendly old lady living across the street. "Hello, Mrs. Miller, welcome to our house," Michael said. Mrs. Miller glanced at him and Mrs. Garrett and smiled. "Michael, is that really you? Wow, you look adorable. I love your dress; it's so pretty and not often seen nowadays. It really suits you; you look like a perfect hostess from better days in the past. That's so lovely and really rare."

"Welcome, Mrs. Miller," Mrs. Garrett said, too. "Would you like to come in now? You are our first guest today."

With that, Mrs. Miller went inside, and Michael showed her a place in the living room. "We already prepared everything out in the garden, but maybe you would like to wait here until the other guests arrive?" Michael asked her and continued, "Would you like to have a drink while you're waiting?"

"Oh, yes, dear, a cold lemonade would be perfect for now," she said. Michael then went into the kitchen to get her the drink. Mrs. Miller smiled at Mrs. Garrett and said, "My, Christine, it is really a surprise for me to see your husband dressed like that. He has surely become a really lovely 'lady of the house.' Tell me, he only did this to keep his job, right?"

Michael just came back from the kitchen with the lemonade before she was able to answer. "Here is your cold drink, ma'am," he said and did a little curtsy.

"Oh, thank you, my dear, that's so sweet," she replied. "I'm impressed by your manners; they're impeccable. You seem to get into the role of a good old-fashioned housewife. I just asked Christine if you only did all that to keep your job. Am I right?"

"Well, yes, it was really complicated when our company was taken over by the new management. I got a new boss, Mrs. Sharp. She is a really demanding lady, and the only option to be kept employed there was to become her personal assistant. You will probably get to know Mrs. Sharp later; we invited her to the party too," Michael told her. Mrs. Miller was curious to get to know Michael's new boss. "She seems to be a very interesting lady," she said. "Oh yes, for sure she is," Mrs. Garrett replied, laughing. "You will be surprised."

The doorbell rang again. This time, Michael went straight ahead to answer the door. Outside were Mrs. and Mr. Smith, the next-door neighbors of the Garretts. "Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Smith," Michael greeted them. With saying, "Please come in, and I hope you will have a nice day," he let them into the house. The Smiths were also led into the living room, and they both greeted Mrs. Garrett and Mrs. Miller. 

While Michael went back into the kitchen again to get them some drinks, they all talked with his wife about Michael's new situation. Christine confessed that she was shocked in the first place, but that she got used to living with her husband dressed so femininely. The neighbors found it remarkable how well she handled that situation, and she said that it was not too bad for her. She told them that Michael did everything just to save his job, but that he also likes his new dresses and enjoys his feminine side a bit. The neighbors were curious but understood everything well and praised his appearance again.

Little by little, the other neighbors arrived, whom Michael let into the house. Mrs. Garrett suggested that they now go outside into the garden, where the tables were already laid. When everyone was seated and provided with drinks, the doorbell was ringing again. So Michael was on the way to answer the door again. Everyone watched him walk confidently in his high heels to the front door.

 It was Mrs. Sharp with her husband. Both were smiling when Michael opened the door to let them in. "My, Michelle, you look so darling in that cute, pretty dress. 

I love petticoated dresses and that 50s style very much," Mrs. Sharp said. "I really love that look on you; it's so utterly feminine. Maybe we should get you dressed like that at the office too; the other girls would go nuts when you come to work dressed like that," she said, smiling. Michael blushed and thought about that possible embarrassment.

Mr. Sharp greeted Michael, too, and said that he thanked them for the invitation. With that, they went in, and Michael led them into the garden.

When everyone was placed in the garden, Mrs. Garrett clapped her hands and started to talk. "Hello, everyone. I'm grateful that you all came here to us to celebrate the introduction of my 'new' husband. You all have known him for some time, but today he is a really new person. As you have heard, he had to make an important decision. It was either to be unemployed or to face a completely new professional challenge. And he was so brave to try this new challenge, even if that meant that he had to dress and live as a woman right now."

"I'm delighted to welcome that person who is responsible for that decision in the first place, the new boss of my husband, Mrs. Rebecca Sharp." With that, she winked at Mrs. Sharp, and all the other guests watched her. Mrs. Sharp glanced at Mrs. Garrett and started to speak herself.

"I am honored to be here today and that you invited me, though I was responsible for all the changes that happened to Michael and his family here in the last weeks. Well, I am the head of HR at Michael's firm. I am also responsible for implementing the rules that the owners have established.

It was not my only wish to change Michael into the lovely woman that he is now. But it was the only chance I had to keep him employed there. You must know the company owners only want to employ females, and I have no say in that. 

But I was able to give Michael the job as my personal assistant if he agreed to dress like a real secretary. And he was brave enough to do it, so he is really a hero in my mind."

The guests glanced at Michael and even started to applaud him.

"It was necessary that he was soon to get used to wearing feminine things and to blend in with all the other female staff. And he did it with bravado. Look at him; he is now truly feminine in appearance and gestures. That was exactly what we wanted. And I was able to talk with Michael's wonderful wife, Christine, who was really shocked about that decision at first. But together we were able to help her get used to the new situation. And maybe now she has even learned to live with that situation and sometimes gets a little bit of fun out of it. Is that true, my dear Christine?"

"Well," Dr. Garrett answered, "That is true. But it was really hard for me at the beginning. I had to help Michael get more feminine from day to day, and I had to see him dressed as a woman even when he came back from work. We decided that it would be easier to have him dressed at all times, not only at work. 

And that's why we invited all of you to get to know his new feminine side and to see that he is still the same nice neighbor as you all know him, even if he is now dressed as a 'she.'" Once again, everyone glanced at Michael and applauded.

"Thank you all for coming today," Michael started to talk. "It's so important for me to know that we still are good neighbors, regardless of the fact that I now look a little different than before. 

Well, it was really difficult for me too to get used to living in a woman's world, and I had to deal with little or sometimes bigger problems. Like learning how to walk in heels or tight skirts and to handle some strange looks from men on my way to work," everyone smiled. 

"But that doesn't change the person I am, and even if I now wear a dress, I am still a good neighbor to you." Now all of the neighbors applauded. 

Mrs. Miller said, "Michael, you are very brave to do all this to keep your job, and be assured that we don't judge you for the way you dress. By the way, you look really darling in that dress. It reminds me of some of the dresses I wore in my younger years. So nice to see someone keeping that fashion alive."

"Now I think we all have talked enough, and we should enjoy all the nice food and the drinks we prepared," Michael said.

"Oh, and by the way, when I'm dressed like that, it is better to call me 'Michelle.' We thought that would be more appropriate, and it makes things at work and maybe here a lot easier. And I got used to that name at work, where I have to act as a real woman."

Everyone smiled and praised him. Then the party really started. All people enjoyed their drinks, and Michael was really busy getting every glass filled and providing everyone with good food and a nice talk. Everyone present praised her for being such a good hostess.

It was a lovely evening, and the guests went home really late. Mr. and Mrs. Sharp were one of the last guests, and when they left, Mrs. Sharp said, "Christine and Michelle, it was a really lovely party, and I enjoyed all the good food and the nice talks. You are so lucky to have each other, and now that your neighbors are familiar with seeing Michelle dressed as a woman, there is nothing more to do. Michelle can openly dress femininely in skirts and dresses even around the neighborhood. Michelle, I will see you tomorrow, and as you will start with the lessons at Mrs. Sinclair's tomorrow, I expect you to be dressed properly in a smart skirt suit and high heels, right?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, for sure, Mrs. Sharp. I will always dress as you wish," Michael answered.

"And from now on, there are only skirts and dresses allowed for you at work. If you want to wear pants, you'll need my explicit permission. Oh, and Christine, be sure to keep Michelle in chastity when you send her to work. We don't want her to be in danger, do we"? Mrs. Sharp added, laughing.

"Oh, Becky, you are such a gem!" Mrs. Garrett said, laughing too. "Of course I will keep her in chastity. She is so much more attentive to me when she is locked. And I guess I will keep her plugged in too. That improves the way she walks more like a real woman," she said while Michael was beaming a deep red. Mr. Sharp smiled broadly when he heard the conversation between the two ladies.

"Oh, and by the way, did Michelle just tell you that Mrs. Sinclair asked to get Michelle lent out as a maid for her company's summer party too? She was so excited to see him serving us tea and coffee while at a meeting, and asked if I would lend him to her. Would you be ok with that?"

"Noo, she didn't tell me that yet," she said with a slightly angry smile in Michael's direction. "But we were so busy the last days, I guess she forgot...?" Mrs. Garrett looked at Michael again, who was blushing instantly,y but was afraid to answer her. "But I really love that idea. 

You know, I really got used to having my dear husband become more like a housewife for me, and sometimes I enjoy his womanly duties very much.

I even thought a few times about the idea of changing him into being my personal maid. And guess what: I even got him a professional housekeeping dress for doing his household chores at home."

"Really? You make me speechless, Christine," Mrs. Sharp laughed. "That's great. So you would agree with him becoming a maid for Mrs. Sinclair's party too?"

"Of course, I guess that's a fantastic idea. He will get used to serving drinks and food for other people and being helpful for your valuable customers too. I would really love that. Of course, you have my permission for that," Mrs. Garrett added.

"So it's settled. I will let Mrs. Sinclair know that Michelle will help her as a maid at her company party, too.

Michelle, you could even tell her that tomorrow yourself when you are at her firm for the lessons, ok?"

"Yes, Mrs. Sharp, I will tell her that," Michael answered.

With that, the Sharps said goodbye for the evening; Rebecca and Christine hugged each other, and Michael brought them all to the door.