As Girly As It Gets - The Dress Code - Part 6

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Immediately she confronted him, “Terry, you’re not wearing your bra.” Terry looked at her like she was crazy.  “I’m not going to work.  Why would I wear a bra?” “Were you not listening to Natalie about the health issues of not wearing a bra?  Should I take you to a doctor so they can explain the harm you can do to yourself?

Having been told these things, your health insurance might not cover the damage.  You need to wear something to support those babies.” Terry was on the couch shaking his head.  “Moira, I appreciate all you are doing.  But do you realize how upsetting it is for me as a man to be told that I need to wear a bra?” Moira looked at him with a serious look on her face.  “Terry, let me ask you two questions.  If you were suddenly incontinent, would you refuse to wear a diaper or equivalent clothing because it was embarrassing to your manhood?” Terry hated the question. “No.

I guess I’d have to live with it.” “Second question, if you had to have a colon ostomy and were told you’d have to wear a bag for the rest of your life or die, would you choose to die to avoid the embarrassment?” “Of course not” he replied indignantly. “Then why on earth are you so afraid of wearing a bra to support breasts which you clearly have?  It is just a piece of clothing for a specific situation.” Terry shook his head, “I guess you are right.  I’m being childish.  But I think I have the right to feel like this is unfair.”  At that moment, the chime went off on Terry’s phone.  Terry shook his head and got up to go to the bathroom.

He came back a moment later and smiled at Moira.  It was a little bit of a twisted smile.  He looked at her and sarcastically said, “Yes, Moira, my lipstick still looks good.”  Then he sat back down. Moira responded, “I’m glad you’re trying to take this seriously.  But why didn’t you just look in your compact mirror or look at the app I loaded on your phone?” “I don’t know.

The bathroom just seemed easier.” Moira looked at him.  “Terry, you can’t get up and go to the bathroom multiple times an hour at work.” He shook his head, “I know that!” “Then explain to me how this is a practice to make sure you keep your lipstick on during work.  If you are practicing doing something you don’t plan to do, what is the point?” Terry had not thought about that.

It felt like another thing he had to give in on.  “Alright, I’ll try the app on the phone.  I can’t be using a compact at work.  I’ll look like some bimbo receptionist primping for her big date.” “It is NOT appropriate to refer to women as bimbos.  However, I agree that you should probably not be looking at your face in a compact all day long.  But periodically you might want to just to get a different perspective.  From now on, try to go back and forth.

Use your phone unless the compact is within ten feet of where you are.  We’ll put it on the kitchen counter.” The next time his chime went off, Terry used the phone application.  Moira asked Terry if his bedroom was reasonably clean.  She told him to go make it presentable and to put on one of his bras.  He went in and picked a few things up.  After putting on a bra, they both moved into the bedroom with Moira’s packages.  Moira began, “The first thing we need to do is eliminate the shirts you should not wear to work.  We will move them into your spare bedroom closet until you can wear them again.”

She quickly removed all his dress shirts and Terry took them to the other room.  She had him remove a couple of suits he could no longer wear.  The unwearable suits and a few of the shirts were set aside for goodwill.  Looking in the closet, Moira saw the suits with new pants and the new suit she had purchased for Terry. Moira opened a bag and pulled out 2 dress shirts that looked just like his pinpoint oxford shirts in white and blue.

Upon closer examination, he saw the small darts on the sides.  Terry had him don one of the shirts and showed him how much better it fits.  He agreed that it fit better with his bra on.  Moira pulled out a blouse with French cuffs and a pointier collar.  It was not as manly as the other shirts.  But Terry felt like with a coat it would look okay.  Finally, Moira pulled out a blouse that was man-styled but made of a more silken material.  It seemed a bit thinner and clearly more delicate.  “Why did you buy this Moira?” “Terry, these are expensive professional blouses.  They will look great in your suits.  In addition, they were on sale.

These are some of the most comfortable blouses you can wear.  Once you wear one, you will want a wardrobe full of them.” “I don’t think I will,” Terry said shaking his head. “We’ll see,” Moira replied.  Moira had another one of the silkier blouses in her car to replace the dress shirt stored with Terry’s spare suit at the office.  Of course, she saw no reason to alert Terry that she was taking care of his emergency outfit.  It was her job to help him out.

After hanging up the blouses in Terry’s closet they moved on to camisoles and slips.  Moira produced several sets that included camisoles, bras, and panties in champagne, white, nude, and black.  The camisoles were each different.  Two were basically silky tank tops with 2-inch straps to cover the bra.  The other two had thinner straps and were different.  Only one of them had minimal lace around the bodice and on the hem.  She had dropped by their favorite lingerie store to get them.  There was another camisole which was beautiful and more extravagantly decorated with a lace bodice.  Terry assured Moira he would probably never wear it.

Moira told Terry to make room in his dresser for his work underwear.  Terry quickly emptied his top two drawers and piled socks and underwear on his bed.  Moira carefully arranged Terry’s new bras along with the ones he had already purchased.  Then next to them she placed his camisoles.  Finally, she stacked a variety of panties on the right side of the drawer.  There were two basic styles of panties.  The first type of panties was a hipster style made with cotton and spandex which would cover and manage Terry’s extra assets.

The other styles was hipsters and high leg made of silkier materials like camisoles.  Along with the purchases, Moira stashed a small lavender sachet in the back of the drawer.  Terry stood back and watched in a trance as his clothing world was changed.  Moira turned and suggested he move most of the old underwear into the extra bedroom.  Since the majority of the time was spent at work he needed these new clothes right here.  In addition, he would be wearing bras all the time and he might as well wear matching underwear.

Terry carted the old underwear into the second bedroom and shoved it in a drawer.  He wondered again if this was all getting out of hand.  While Terry was out of the room, Moira placed several pairs of trousers socks, stockings, and pantyhose into Terry’s second drawer.  When Terry returned, Moira pulled out a pair of blue jeans.  “Terry, I know you have had some trouble with your suit pants fitting correctly and so while I was at the store I grabbed you a pair of jeans and some shorts that should fit.

The jeans are one of the new softer blends that stretch a little.  Don’t they look great?” Moira was holding up a pair of jeans.  What was there not to like? They had a little more stitching on the back pockets than Terry’s last pair but they looked great. “Why don’t you try them on? Let’s see if they fit.” Moira was excited and Terry was reluctant to let her down.

Terry took the jeans and stepped towards the bathroom.  Moira stopped him. “Terry, why don’t you try some of your new underwear and make sure that fits too?”  She reached into the drawer and grabbed a bright blue pair of panties.  Terry took the underwear and closed the bathroom door.  He slipped out of his sweats and left them in a puddle on the floor along with the briefs from the spa yesterday.  He started to pull the underwear up his legs and the feeling was phenomenal.

As he was settling it into place something caused him to stop.  He pulled out the underwear and looked down at his little friend and noticed for the first time that he was not hidden in a tuft of manly fur.  Moira smiled when she heard, “What the hell happened?  Moira, why don’t I have any hair?”  Terry quickly pulled the jean up his legs.  The fit was perfect.  But Terry was in too much of a hurry to yell at Moira.  He yanked open the door and stormed into his bedroom. “Moira, my pubic hair is gone and so is all the hair on my legs.

When did that happen?” Terry was yelling at her. Moira got her tough face on and moved towards Terry, “Don’t you raise your voice at me like that?  Who do you think you are?  All I’ve done for weeks is try to help you and you are yelling at me?  BACK OFF!” Terry had never seen Moira like this.  In his surprised state, she had sucked the wind out of his tirade and he found himself back up to the wall. He tried to regain his rage, “But, but.” Moira was having none of it.

She poked him in the chest with her index finger.  “You come to me with a problem.  I help.  Your problems get worse.  I help.  You pay no attention to what is going on and somehow this is my fault.  I spend my free time on Saturday shopping for clothes for you.  I did nothing to you.  You helped create the dress code, then your body changes and you want to blame me because you are held to a bunch of rules you wrote.  You need to rethink your attitude or we can go our separate ways.

You stay here and think about that.  I’ll be in the living room when you have calmed down and are ready to talk and act like an adult.” Moira stormed out of the room and Terry could hear her gathering her things.  Oh my God, I need her.  Terry was on the verge of a breakdown.  I can’t let her leave.  She is the only one helping me.  Before he realized what was happening, he started to cry.  In between his sobs, he called, “Moira, please give me a minute.  Please.

I’m sorry.” Moira could hear him crying.  She put her things down.  She never actually expected to leave.  She just needed to remind him that she had power and he needed her.  There was no way he was going to unload his anger on her.  Moira sat down on the sofa, pulled out her phone and looked at her messages. After a few minutes, Terry gathered himself together and wiped his tears away.  He blew his nose and tried to pull himself together.

He had to keep Moira on his side.  He needed her help.  Terry slowly made his way into the living room. Moira greeted him with a frown and a serious look.  “Moira, I am so sorry.  I don’t know what came over me.  Please I just don’t understand all the changes going on around me.  I need your help.  Will you please accept my apology?”  Terry was actually kind of cute with that pleading look in his eyes, Moira thought. Moira thought about it and answered slowly.  “Terry, I have tried to help you and be your friend.  I will accept your apology, but we cannot have explosions like that.

After all, I’ve done for you, I would expect you to be thanking me not accusing me.”  She paused for about 5 seconds and then continued, “I think you should sit down, and let’s discuss whatever your issues are like adults, coworkers, and friends.” Terry thanked her and quickly sat in a high-back chair opposite the sofa.  Moira looked at him and asked, “Now what is it that caused you to start yelling at me?” Terry took a deep breath and thought about how to state this carefully.  “I guess I’ve been running around in a fog since yesterday.

I took off my clothes and as I pulled the blue underwear up my legs I suddenly realized I had no hair above my privates.  Looking further down my legs I realized there was no hair on my legs either.  We never discussed that and no one asked me.  When did that happen?” “Terry that is one of the main benefits of the epi-wash.  It treats your skin and removes hair.

It never occurred to me you hadn’t noticed.”  Of course, Moira said this tongue-in-cheek since she had expected him to react immediately. Terry was shaking his head.  “I don’t understand.  Things keep happening to me and I feel like I’m losing control.  Why would I want my hair removed?” Moira shook her head and smiled, “Terry, since most of the clients from the company are women.  Everyone else considers it an immense bonus.  A process like that would cost you a fortune personally.

You got it for free.  The women perceive it as one of the major perks of this whole paid salon benefit package.  No one has to worry about shaving and your skin is soft and sensitive.  By the way, you need to apply some skin lotion to your body after showering to maintain the soft feeling you have right now.” “So you don’t think I, as a man, should be upset that these guys expect me to go to work on Monday wearing a bra, camisole, panties, earrings, a women’s hairdo, and wait for it, I have to wear lipstick?”  Terry glared at Moira. “Terry, I don’t require you to do any of this.  Your employer requires it.  You can get a new job.  You can ignore the rules and wait to get fired.

You can call in sick.  But no matter what you do, a person with B-cup breasts should be wearing a bra pretty much all day long except in bed.  You can make your own decisions.  I’m here to help.  Do you want me to leave or should we strategize for the coming week?” Suddenly, Terry’s phone issued forth the special ringtone.  They both looked over at the phone sitting on a coffee table.  Terry shook his head and picked up the phone to check his lipstick in the phone application.

As he did so he was shaking his head and looking over the phone at Moira. knew when he picked up the phone that he was planning to go to work on Monday. Moira suggested that when Terry looked at himself on the phone, he might watch for his hair falling out of the ponytail.  He might need to run a finger over his ear to tuck his hair behind his ear lobe. Terry casually ran his fingers behind his ears and his hair was trapped back there.

Of course, this action was a common action women did to push their hair off their faces.  Soon, Terry would be regularly checking his face and lipstick, tucking his hair behind his ears, and freshening his lipstick all day long.  Moira thought to herself, Terry had been right earlier; once he adopted these habits and others, he might well start to look like one of the bimbo receptionists who seemed to primp all the time.

After a moment’s pause, Moira asked, “So, Terry, your new jeans look like they fit perfectly.  How do they feel?  You slipped them on pretty fast back there.” Terry blinked and looked down.  He was wearing new jeans.  He had just pulled them on, zipped and buttoned them up.  They did feel pretty comfortable.  They were a little tighter in the crotch than his old jeans.  But, they fit and they closed and they didn’t feel stretched.  In fact, they seemed to mold to his body.

The butt portion was not overly tight and the waist seemed to fit perfectly.  “They feel pretty good.  I think I like them.  We’ll see how I feel a little later.  But right now, I’d say you made a good choice.” Moira asked him to try on the shorts next. Terry seemed embarrassed to come out and show Moira because of his hairless legs.  “Moira I think the shorts are good.” “Terry, let me see them so I know if I should change my purchases.” Terry came out into the living room.

The shorts were a stretchy material that looked like khaki.  They rode high on his waist which accentuated his small waist in proportion to his breasts and his newly enhanced hips. The shorts had no belt loops, no back pockets, and two buttons at the waist above the zipper.  Although the zipper was from the right like normal men’s pants, it was about half the normal length.  Basically, the zipper allowed the pants to slip over the hips and be closed.  The shorts were long on the thighs like a Bermuda shorts.  But they were not loose like many men’s shorts.  These pants highlighted the wearer’s legs and the smooth texture created an easy flow from hip to legs.

Terry didn’t realize it but these pants highlighted his butt and his new curves. Moira was taking it in when Terry said, “They are a little different than my other shorts.  A little longer.  They do fit well.” Moira jumped in, “Terry, they look like they were made for you.  They look great.” Terry seemed to want to whine a little. “I can’t wear a belt with these.” Moira asked, “Do you think they are going to fall down without a belt?” Terry responded, “No.  But they are not as roomy as my regular shorts.” Moira shook her head, “Terry that is the style right now.  They look great. Terry waved his hands at his legs, “Everyone can see I have no hair on my legs.” Moira looked thoughtful, “Terry, you realize many people have little to no hair on their legs.  And the only people that would even really notice would be someone who had seen you with hair on your legs.

I don’t get the impression you’ve seen a lot of people lately in anything other than long pants.” Terry agreed, “That’s probably true.  It’s just a little disconcerting.  Hairless legs is something new to me.” Moira smiled, “Terry, you just have to get used to it.  Eventually, you won’t even think about it.  It will just be how your legs are.  And besides, your legs and you look great in those shorts.” Terry wasn’t so sure.  But if Moira thought they looked good, who was he to argue?  He found himself counting on her opinion to determine what looked good.  These breasts and the new rules meant he needed her help to make sure he kept his job.  Trying to look for a positive Terry commented, “On the positive side, they are really comfortable.” Moira smiled, “Good.

I also got you a couple of shirts we did not get to look at.  Let me grab one.” Moira hurried back into the bedroom and grabbed a plaid button-down blouse in soft colors.  It was made of thicker broadcloth like many dress shirts and with the pattern, Terry’s bra straps would not show through easily.  “Terry, as I’m sure you understand, most shirts designed to accommodate breasts are sold in shops or departments focused on female customers.

But you need to realize that once the clothes are on a person, few people can determine where the items were purchased.  Our goal will be to get you some clothes that do not look feminine but which will help accommodate and hide your assets.  For work, you need to meet the requirements of the dress code while minimizing the awareness that people may have of what you are wearing.  However, you need to have clothing to wear that accomplishes these goals for times when you are not at work.  This shirt is a casual blouse that you would probably not wear to work.

It is designed to minimize the appearance of your chest.  It drapes down across your breasts.  Most people will not realize that you have breasts.  Many blouses and t-shirts may inadvertently highlight or cling to your body and therefore enhance your undesirable curves.  Try this on so I can show you what I mean?” Moira’s question was more of an order and Terry, still, a bit nervous about their recent confrontation took the shirt and started to walk out of the room. “Terry, I know this may sound silly, but I have seen breasts before.

And I have seen your breasts.  You are wearing a bra which covers more than many swimsuits might.  You are not going to be nude.  And you need to get a certain level of comfort with wearing a bra around women because you are going to be trying on other bras and clothing where people will see you in your bra.  Take off your shirt and put on the blouse right here.” Terry shrugged.  He pulled his shirt over his head and slipped the blouse on.  He had trouble buttoning up the front because the buttons were backward.  “What is wrong with the buttons?” As he struggled, Moira explained that women’s clothing buttoned on both sides depending on who the manufacturer was.

This particular blouse buttoned the reverse to his typical dress shirts.  Moira assured him that once he was wearing a shirt no one would notice.  Terry was not convinced. However, Terry immediately noticed that the shirt fit him well.  It was not tight across his chest and it was full in the body.  Even when he tucked the shirt tails in, the shirt still had a gradual taper which did not highlight the fact that he had breasts.  Terry liked the material.  It felt like many of his other favorite shirts. “I like the shirt.  I’m not sure if the colors are the best.  But, hey, it’s not pink.” Moira liked the way the blouse fit.  The colors looked good with his complexion.

There were little features that were more common on women’s clothing than in men’s clothing.  There was a gather near the upper back and there were darts to accommodate the breasts.  The collar was a little thinner than most men’s equivalents.  The sleeves on most women’s blouses were a little shorter than on men’s shirts.  But Terry didn’t have long arms and the blouse looked perfect.  There were tabs on the shirt sleeves to hold the arms rolled up which was a feature more common to blouses.  “Terry, I agree.  The shirt looks great on you.  I got you another version of this shirt in a solid blue.

It is more of a royal blue.  But it will hide what is underneath.”  “Terry, this is the type of shirt you can wear when you are not at work.  It looks nice.  You are going to need some more clothes like this for when you are not at work. Let’s talk about your other clothes for a minute.” Terry said, “What about my other clothes?” Moira frowned and cocked her head.  “Terry, over the last few months, you’ve had issues with your pants and we both know what the problem with your shirt is.  I thought maybe I could help you do a realistic evaluation of

the status of your wardrobe and see what things you need to get rid of and what you need to buy to fill in the holes in your wardrobe.  I just want to help.” Terry was touched and caught off guard.  He didn’t have anyone to talk to.  He had a lot of bottled-up feelings and if he could trust Moira, maybe he could get another opinion on things.  She was already aware of his most intimate problem and she had been a big help.  His emotions were going nuts.  A little while ago they were yelling at each other and now he was almost afraid to admit how much he needed to talk to someone.  Terry began slowly, “That’s very nice of you.

I haven’t really talked to anyone about this.  Being single, I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about my clothes other than selecting what to wear. It’s been harder to pick things to wear lately.  I just seem to throw on sweats and loose clothes when I’m home.  It seems like lots of my clothes, especially pants, don’t fit right.  I guess I’ve been avoiding dealing with it.” Moira was relieved that he was willing to open up.  “Okay, why don’t we spend a few minutes looking at your clothes and we can evaluate the situation.  I’m here to help.” They slowly moved to Terry’s bedroom.  Moira suggested they start with pants.  Terry did not have a huge volume of clothes.

He pulled out two pairs of jeans, two pairs of khakis (one in traditional tan and another in a darker brown), some gym shorts, and a pair of casual khaki shorts, and then they looked at his suits.  The gym shorts were stretchy and while tight were not an issue.  Terry explained that other than his sweats, all of his pants were pretty tight when he put them on.  Moira wasn’t surprised and they moved on. They looked next at shirts.  Terry had several t-shirts and 3 short sleeve button-down shirts along with 13 long sleeve dress shirts.  Terry tried on several of the shirts.

All of the button-down shirts were tight across the chest to the point that the front puckered to differing degrees on different shirts.  The T-shirts were revealing because most of them were slightly fitted and they highlighted his chest and fit tightly across his chest.  The oversized t-shirts were not an issue.  Moira was stacking the tight clothing in a pile on the bed.  The closet was looking empty.  Terry had some sweaters which were not a big issue unless they were tight.

Moira saw Terry had three suits for which all of the pants had been replaced.  He had two old suits where the pants no longer fit.  But due to the pattern, new pants were not an option. These worn-out suits were moved to the Goodwill pile.  And the last suit in his closet was the new suit Moira had purchased for him.  As Moira hung Terry’s new blouses next to his suits, she couldn’t avoid smiling.  She arranged his new delicate underwear, slips, and camisoles in his drawers.  She thought Terry’s wardrobe looks surprisingly similar to many of the administrative staff at the office.  Without expensive dresses and a more built-out wardrobe, it could not be compared to a female executive.

No, his things were right in line with the administrative staff.  Everyone has to start somewhere, she thought. This was a crucial weekend.  Moira knew that getting Terry past the hurdles come Monday morning was the most important thing to ensure he was compliant with the dress code.  Moira studied the room to determine where Terry needed to begin his collection of makeup and jewelry along with hair care and nail maintenance items.  Moira and Terry moved the majority of Terry’s wardrobe into the second bedroom or the giveaway pile.

Moira told Terry she would look for some Khaki pants and she bagged up some of his old suits and other older clothes to give to goodwill. As the day went on, Terry’s phone periodically tittered.  He quickly got in the habit of looking at his phone to check his lipstick.  By late in the afternoon, he was constantly checking his look, pushing his hair out of the way and applying a fresh coat of lipstick.  He started checking himself in a mirror every time he walked by. Moira was getting comfortable with his lipstick monitoring.  Later in the evening, her phone kept beeping with updated pictures of Terry checking himself in the telephone application.