What A Babysitter! - Part 4

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Betty awoke Mark with a kiss and left his breakfast drink on the side table and then left for work. He got up and showered. He put on his second outfit, the dress with purple flowers.

He brushed his hair. True to Sylvia’s work the curls returned to a good manner state. He went and finished his breakfast. Then he went to work on his makeup. Since he was going solo for the first time, he spent well over a half hour. But by the time he had finished, it was time to go. He arrived at the same time as Mary Hinds, one of the mothers. Since her baby, Jimmie, was one of his regulars, Mark took him from her and started talking baby talk to his face as he had seen some of the mothers do. When Sylvia answered the door, she smiled at the image before her.

She knew that her neighbor would be easy to train. She made small talk with Mary while he went to put Jimmie in a crib. When he returned the mother had left. “Martha, you look beautiful this morning. You did a good job with your makeup. You are a fast learner. Come to the bathroom and let me just touch up a few spots.” She was probably just being nice, but the compliment still made him feel good. He paid close attention as she explained how he could do better and corrected some minor flaws. Within fifteen minutes all the children had arrived. Then one task just followed another.

There was always something to do. Feeding time was quickly becoming Mark’s favorite time of the day. The babies were usually so happy and content and he just seemed to have a warm cozy feeling all over his body which he found almost sensual. He was becoming more confident and self-assured. Occasionally he would need Peggy’s help with a finicky child, but he could usually handle things independently. Peggy and Sylvia were becoming friends.

They would often joke together usually about his inexperience. She was usually just so positive toward him. He was feeling pretty good that evening. He had not noticed it while he was busy, but he was extremely tired. He figured that he could afford to rest a bit before he fixed supper. He plopped down on the couch. Almost immediately a sharp pain shot up through his groin. This was becoming a regular occurrence. He was concerned because he had never really been sick before. After a few minutes, he managed to get and go to the bathroom.

There was still only Midol in the medicine cabinet, so he popped a couple. Almost as soon as he had got ten up, he started to feel better so he started on supper. When the pot roast was on the stove cooking, he went and took a shower. The clothes that he had worn the previous evening were on the back of the toilet. He was never one to give an extra effort, so he put them on rather than get some of his own clothes out. He went to watch the news on TV. It was 8:10 when Betty finally got home.

He had been falling in and out of sleep for the past hour. He was getting hungry so he went to the door to greet her. She gave him a big smile when she saw how he was dressed. She also gave him a big kiss. They had a leisurely dinner. She did most of the talking. After hearing about the corporate deals that she had been working on, he knew that she would find his day boring. After dinner, he did the dishes while she went to change. Then they played a game of Scrabble. By the time the game was over, they were ready for bed. Soon they were nestled in bed wearing matching sleepwear.

The following morning the alarm clock brought him out of deep sleep. He could not turn it off quick enough. He was puzzled because they rarely used the alarm clock. Betty had always got him up when she left for work. The breakfast drink on the side table indicated that she was already gone. Maybe she had been unable to wake him. Finally, he noticed the clock. It was twenty minutes to eight. It took fifteen minutes to walk to work and Betty had taken their only car.

He was going to be late. He quickly shed the nightgown, panties, and gaff. He pulled on the boxers and his blue work pants. He was having trouble with his shirt. It had always been a little tight, but now he could not fasten the last two buttons. How had his chest grown? He would have to leave them. He went to the bathroom. When he looked in the mirror, his heart sank. A quick pass with Betty’s brush made his curls presentable, but his wife had not reminded him to wash his face before they went to bed and there were definitely traces of makeup on his face.

A quick search of the bathroom revealed that he could not find the cold crème. He did the best that he could with soap. That was when he noticed that there was still polish on his nails. The soap was no help there. He took a last look in the mirror.

A very feminine face peered out from underneath the curls. He tried to convince himself the cleavage visible through his open shirt was barely noticeable. It did not help when he raised his hand to push a stray hair out of his eyes. If he waited any longer, he would have no job. He forced himself out the door. In the bedroom, he grabbed his breakfast. He rushed to the kitchen where he transferred the liquid to a Styrofoam cup. Then he was on his way.

He could not go too fast, since every few steps he would try to take a drink. He was almost finished with breakfast when he reached the shop. He paused at the door to drain the last drop. When he entered, Harry was standing at the counter in a very agitated state. He looked up and when he saw Mark, he started shaking his head slowly. “You’re twenty-five minutes late. I was beginning to hope that you would not show.” He handed Mark a sheet of paper. “Here’s the coffee order. You’d better get a move on it. And I need to talk with you when you get back.”

He was only too glad to leave again. As he walked down the street he was conflicted by the need to hurry and the reluctance to feel his boss’s wrath. He finally reached the diner and to make matters worse Sara was there to wait on him. When she saw him, she let out a disgusted laugh. He handed her the order without speaking. She muttered under her breath as she poured the coffees.

As she arranged the drinks on a tray on the counter so that he could carry them back, she whispered sternly, “I may go shopping with you sometime, but I sure as hell will never go to bed with you again.” She glanced around to make sure that none of the other customers had heard. She did not want them to know that she had ever gone out with this loser.

He was almost depressed. This day was making working daycare seem like a cakewalk. Back at the shop, he distributed drinks and then went to Harry’s office to receive his medicine. “Close the door and sit down Marcie.” This did not sound good, he never closed his door. “I can’t deny that I’m disappointed in you girl.

First, you take off early on Sunday.” Mark looked surprised. “Yes, Tom told on you. I didn’t want to believe it, so I came over to check. I don’t like to have to come in on weekends. Then you come in twenty-five minutes late today. I know you women take a long time to get ready, but I can’t allow it. Marcie, can you give me any reason not to fire you?” “I, I just have always wanted to be a mechanic. Please give me another chance?”

Harry looked skeptical. “You’re headed in the wrong direction!” He paused. “For two and a half years you have been a decent worker. I don’t know what has happened over the past two weeks, I can’t let you find yourself on my time. Can you leave your personal life at home?” “Yes! Please Mr. Huggins give me another chance!” Mark felt so humiliated. He could not remember anyone ever calling the older man mister. “Okay, here’s the deal. I’ll let you cover the cash register and work on inventory. I got a new computer on Monday.

I want you to computerize my business.” “But I told you that I did not know anything about computers.” “Well, you better learn fast. There’s a tutorial. I expect to see some progress by the end of the week.” He was almost afraid to ask, but he had to know. “I was supposed to help Billy with a tune-up.” “I assigned that to Doris. She’s been after me to work in the garage. At the moment she’s more deserving than you are. Besides, aren’t you afraid that you’ll break a nail?”

He felt completely deflated. The only reason he had taken a job at this shop was the possibility of someday becoming a full-fledged mechanic. Now he may never get to work on cars again. How could things get any worse? “There are two more things. First, since you will not be working in the garage, I am going to cut your salary to minimum wage. Second, since you have proved to be so irresponsible these days, I have made Tom the weekend manager. You will answer to him.” “You can’t just arbitrarily cut my salary.”

“You’re free to quit. Will you accept those conditions or not?” “Yes.” “I can’t hear you?” “I’ll accept those terms!” “Okay, get to work then.” Mark had absolutely zero computer experience. It took close to three-fourths of an hour to figure out how to turn the dang machine on. Once he got started the tutorial turned out to be straightforward, except he was not sure how what he was doing applied to the auto shop. He was interrupted several times as people picked up their cars and paid their bills. He was also expected to pick up lunch orders.

Finally, by afternoon he was ready to try something original. One of the lessons had created a form for entering data. He had been filing invoices all day from the various jobs completed. He wanted to create a form to enter the data from the invoices. The task took complete concentration. He did not hear Harry approach. He paused to consider the next step and noticed his boss staring from the other side of the counter. He was frowning.

Mark was beginning to dislike the big oaf. “What’s wrong?” “Doris at least has the decency to wear a bra.” He flushed red. Harry would not ask any of the other guys to wear a bra. Then his gaze stopped on his chest. Maybe the request was not so unreasonable. His boss left him alone the rest of the afternoon, but the damage was done. With his concentration broken, he found it difficult to get back on track and made slow progress the rest of the day. Since he was handling the cash register, he had to stay until the last car was picked up.

It turned out that Harry had promised someone that the shop would stay open an extra fifteen minutes so that they could get their car. It was 7 o’clock before Mark got home. Still, he beat his wife. He was depressed. The more that he thought about the situation, the more hopeless it appeared.

Betty found him moping on the couch. She was surprised to see him in work clothes. She never imagined that he would find the courage to go to the shop with his hair, nails, and the remains of his makeup. She pumped him for the details of his day. It was even better than she had hoped for. She was ready to push a little further. “So explain again how your boss is treating you.” “Well, he calls me Marcie and refers to me with all sorts of feminine expressions.

He even insinuated that I needed a bra. Do I need a bra?” She looked at him closely and smiled. “Well I can make out your nipples through the blouse and I do see a little cleavage. Did you leave the buttons undone at work?” “I couldn’t get them buttoned! What am I going to do?” “I could only say what I would do. I’d wear a skirt, blouse, bra, pantyhose, and heels. Show that asshole that you can’t be intimidated.” “I can’t wear a skirt!” “Okay, a conservative white blouse and black pants. I bet that I could find something of mine that would fit.

I’ll leave it in the bathroom in the morning.” “What if he fires me?” “Who cares? He cut your pay. You could earn as much working full time for Sylvia.” “Do you think that she would take me on full time?” “I bet that she would! Besides, is he going to ever let you work on cars again?” She had a point. “I’m not sure that I could do it!” “It’s just a suggestion. You do what you want. Now, why don’t you go take a shower and put on your shorts and tank top while I order us some Chinese food.” He did not even think about what she had told him to do until after he finished his shower. Did she really mean the feminine shorts and top? Of course, she did.

Wouldn’t it be better if he went back to boxers and tee shirts? He looked in the mirror and saw his hair and burgeoning chest. If he were really considering Betty’s plan for tomorrow, the panties and tank top would be better. Betty was arranging the food around the kitchen table when he came in. She smiled when she saw the short black shorts and red tank top. She noted the nipples visible under the soft knit fabric. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I know this is a rough week for you, but I’m sure that things will straighten out in the next couple of weeks.” They had a quiet meal. He was lost in thought, trying to figure out some alternative that would regain his male persona instead of giving in to his slide into feminine affectations. Betty watched him closely, trying to gauge any deviation from the path that she had planned. He felt a slow vibration in the crotch of his shorts which was not making his decision any easier.

After dinner, they played gin until bedtime. As Mark got ready for bed, he used the cold crème that he found on the bathroom counter to cleanse his face of any last traces of makeup. He wondered where that had been that morning. He noticed his nails again. He moved to the bedroom door. Betty was already in her nightgown lying on the bed reading a magazine. “How do you get nail polish off?” “You need to use nail polish remover.

I’ll show you how this weekend.” “I’d rather do it now.” “I’m not sure that I have enough. I haven’t polished my nails in years. I’ll pick up some more tomorrow. Besides, I think that you’ll send a stronger message if you leave it on.” She was assuming that he had accepted her plan. He was still not sure and he did not want her trying to convince him. He returned to the sink and brushed his teeth. He was all ready to wear a nightgown, so as soon as he returned to the bedroom and got under the covers, Betty turned out the lights and gave him a long lingering goodnight kiss.

Then she wrapped her arms around him and they were soon both asleep. In the morning as usual Betty kissed him goodbye and left his breakfast drink on the side table. When he finally pushed his legs over the side of the bed and sat up, he was still conflicted. He was very apprehensive after wearing woman’s clothes to work. But he had worn his uniform yesterday and it had been a disaster. He decided to eat breakfast before he took a shower. The clock told him that he had better start moving. After his shower, he was drying off while looking in the mirror.

He brushed his hair and looked again. He looked like a woman. Even his penis looked smaller and unobtrusive. He picked up the black gaff and panties from the counter where his wife had left them and pulled them on. He managed to hook the white bra in the back and adjusted the straps. He looked in wonder at his chest. His breasts seemed to fill some of the cups without the aid of any inserts. How could that be? He sat on the stool and put on the sheer black hose.

They were much lighter than the support hose that he had been wearing at Sylvia’s. He shivered as they slide up his smooth legs. He stood up and took the white blouse from the back of the door. He noticed that the buttons were on the wrong side and had a little trouble fastening them. The buttons also stopped well short of the neck leaving the beginnings of the valley between his breasts visible. He also noted that his bra was visible through the soft nylon fabric. He pulled on the black pants. They slid easily over the nylon of the pantyhose. The zip was in the back. As he pulled it up the waistband became taunt. It was a little tight, but not uncomfortable.

If his mind was not on other things, he might have wondered how Betty’s clothes fit him so well. He stared at himself in the mirror for the longest time. He almost looked too good, but something was missing. Then he knew that he needed to add makeup. After he was done he not only looked like a woman, but he felt like he imagined any woman would feel. He noticed a gold watch on the counter. He attached it to his wrist and checked the time.

He had twenty minutes to walk to work. He slipped on the black pumps that Betty had left. The heels were a little higher than what he had worn at daycare and he was a little unsteady for the first few steps. Even with the shortness of time, he paused at the door of the house. The clothes still felt strange and he would be in public for a long time. If he was going to keep his job at the shop, he had to do it. He opened the door and took that first step onto the sidewalk.

It took him a couple of blocks to adjust to walking in heels. He had been on his feet a lot, but he did not walk that much at the daycare. He had to shorten his stride and he noticed a different motion to his hips that he had admired in real women. Unfortunately, he could not walk as fast. It was ten minutes after eight. He paused at the door to steel himself against the torrent of abuse that his boss would surely level toward him. He opened the door and walked through.

Harry was standing beside the counter. When he turned and saw Mark, his mouth dropped open. His eyes followed Mark as he approached the counter. Well, the outfit had already provided one benefit, his boss was speechless. He picked up a sheet of paper off the counter. “Is this the coffee order?” His boss nodded. “I’ll be back in a jiff.” Mark was ecstatic. It seemed that the tables had been turned and now the Neanderthal oafs at the shop were on the defensive.

His euphoria ebbed by the time he reached dinner. It provided another public exposure where he would have to use his voice to give the coffee order. As he entered, he was happy to see that Sara was taking an order on the other side of the dinner. Behind the counter was a pretty young blonde who Mark did not know. He tried to use the highest pitch that he could. “I need 18 coffees, six with sugar.” The girl started pouring the coffee. “This must be an official order. Where do you work?” “Harry’s Auto Repair!” “You’re not the woman who usually picks up the coffee.” He looked closely at the waitress for the least sign of mirth. She was intently watching the coffee pour. “She’s been promoted.” “I didn’t like her much. She looked like a dike.” Mark thought, ‘you mean compared to me.’ “Well, I think that she’s happy about it.”

She finished putting the drinks on a tray. “That will be $18.50.” He handed her a twenty. “Keep the change!” “Thank you, Ma'am.” He looked at her intently. Was she trying to taunt him? “Is something wrong?” “Sorry for staring. The way that you said that just reminded me of someone else. Have a good day.” As he picked up the tray and headed for the door, he was sure that the young girl did not know that he was male. He carefully carried the tray to avoid spilling it. If he could really pass for a woman, things were different. But he could not decide whether they were better or worse. After distributing coffee Mark went to work on the computer. About midmorning Harry came and watched over his shoulder for a few minutes. Then he said, “I wanted to say that you look nice this morning, Marcie.” That was the only comment that he made to him all day. No snide remarks.

No disgusting looks. He could not fault him for using the feminine name. As he got into the details of the computer, the time went quickly. He did notice that all the mechanics seemed to be spending more time than usual in the office. And they were looking his way a lot of the time. But they never said anything. He worked steadily all day except when he went to pick up lunch and restroom breaks. He was surprised when Harry bought him a salad for lunch. He was not surprised when the boss insisted that he use the lady's room. Mark was feeling pretty good as he walked home.

Maybe things would turn out okay. He was surprised when Betty was at home to greet him. When she saw how he was dressed, she grinned and gave him a big kiss on the lips. She had made a chef’s salad for dinner. He did not want to tell her that the boss had bought him a salad for lunch. They had a lively conversation during dinner. She seemed to want to know everything about his day. At least three times she commented about how good he looked. Mark was happy to be the center of attention for a change. Usually, they talked about Betty’s work.

The next day Mark dressed for work the same except that he wore a red blouse. At the shop, everyone was acting more like normal. He was still not used to the fact that he was stuck in the office all day and never got to work in the garage. But he was kind of getting into working with the computer. In fact, it had been a while since he had even thought about cars. He was about to declare the day perfect at about 3:30 when Tom Riley came into the office. After making sure that Harry was busy, he came behind the counter to Mark’s desk.

There was a big goofy grin on his face. “You’ve really looked hot the past two days, Marcie. Make sure to wear something sexy tomorrow and we’ll have a really good time.” He leaned over and kissed Mark on the cheek and pinched his breast. Then he returned to the garage winking as he went out the door. Mark had not even thought about the weekend. How could he get out of working Saturday and Sunday? Harry had made it clear that working weekends was still part of the job and that Tom was in charge. Even last weekend the jerk had acted like his superior.

He was certainly not comfortable telling the boss that another man had made a pass at him. Despite the success of the past two days, he was depressed as he slowly made the walk home. At home, he went to work putting some chicken into bake. He also fixed some cauliflower and broccoli with cheese sauce. The cooking at least took his mind off work. When everything was cooking, he went upstairs to change. With the image of working with Tom all weekend in the back of his mind, Mark felt the need to get back into his clothes. He pulled on his boxers and a pair of jean shorts along with a tee shirt. When he looked in the mirror, he became more depressed.

With his hair and makeup, he looked like a sissy. Even without a bra the tee shirt still protruded in front. With a little trace of body hair, there was nothing to indicate maleness. When Betty got home she found him moping on the couch with the TV. She was disappointed when she saw how he was dressed. Had there been a setback at work? She gave him a weak smile and kissed him on the cheek. Speaking expressionlessly he said, “Dinner should be about ready.”

After dinner, Betty put on a sexy nightgown and tried to lift his spirits. But when she tried to talk to him about work, he burst into a sobbing fit with tears rolling down his face. “Did something bad happen? Did you get fired?” “No!” “Then what?” How do you tell your wife that a man is making passes at you? “I don’t want to talk about it?”

She finally conceded that he was just going to be in a bad mood all evening. She cuddled up next to him on the couch. The TV was on but neither one of them got much out of the programs. As they got ready for bed, she offered him a nightgown, but he refused. She knew that things were at a critical juncture, but without more information, she was forced to wait and see what happens. He crawled into bed with his tee shirt and boxers. She crawled in next to him and put her arms around him. As they fell asleep, he hoped that he could make it through the weekend. She hoped that her plans were not totally unraveling.