The Office Party - Alter Ego - Chapter Four

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Back home much later in the evening, I was a little tipsy and knew that I would probably regret it in the morning. As it was I struggled to get to sleep after I'd showered and got into bed after using what was just about the last of the cream.

My mind just wouldn't settle, what the hell had I done? I knew that I hadn't been all that attentive in the office of late but I didn't think I could possibly have been bad enough to get myself sacked. The only solace I could come up with was that I have been offered a much better job at a much higher salary. Of course, it was Kathleen that had been offered the job and that just made things impossible. Then something that Grace had said popped into the front of my mind.

Something about allowing Kathleen to develop her own character? To let her have her own opinions and ideas? Well, hadn't I been doing that? Well, Grace and I had done it together. What had Kathleen developed into? A cool, confident girl with a classy style that I had never believed possible, not only that but she was very attractive as well. Something that I would have thought to be as likely as the lottery win she'd mentioned in the interview. It came to mind that it had actually been Kathleen who had sat the interview, Kathleen and Kathleen, alone. There hadn't been an ounce of Keith in that room with her. It was with this thought that I finally drifted off to sleep.

The phone was ringing in the morning when I woke. I checked the clock and found that it was a little past nine o'clock.

I answered the phone and heard a voice asking me if I was Kathleen Forest.

"Just a second, I will get her," I said, looking wildly into the mirror above the dressing table. Kathleen was there, a little disheveled but she was there. I turned my attention back to the phone.

"Kathleen Forest."

"Hi, my name Margie, I work with Grace?"

Worry gnawed in my stomach.

"Yes, Grace is a friend of mine."

"Right, well, she called this morning and told me that there has been a family crisis, well, she's had to leave. I don't know all the details but she has left two large boxes here for you. She said to ring you and let you know."

I thanked her and rang off stunned.

Just when I needed her advice and to share my news with her. Then I remembered she once said her brother dressed and I wondered if that was a crisis, could have anything to do with that. This in itself gave me my answer and I was sure that Grace would have approved of my decision. In order to avert any crisis involving, Kathleen I would have to let her blossom, if that meant handing control over to her then so be it. It was as if a weight had lifted from my head.

I used the rest of the cream and waited for it to soak in. I took my tablet and felt myself relaxing, letting Kathleen come to the fore. I slipped on a soft white bra and worked the vacuum effect of the latex cups. The sensations it produced could easily have become addictive. I dressed in a tight-fitting top and a pair of high leg white panties, which were fast becoming a favorite style. Easing myself snugly into them I wondered a little at how smooth and soft and smooth the skin of my twin orbs had become. I sensed the illusion that they were somewhat, in fact, a lot smaller.

They tucked away easily as did my penis, which twitched when I touched it. I pushed it back between my legs before it could get any harder. I then pulled on a pair of ladies jeans that seemed to hug my hips perfectly. Previously they had seemed a little loose.

I noticed that even my hair felt softer than normal, perhaps even a little longer. Long enough for me to tie it back in a ribbon. This thrilled me beyond belief and I dared to drive down to the shop with the merest touch of makeup.

When Margie showed me the size of the boxes I was thankful that I had taken the car. She was unable to give me any more details about Grace's disappearance and from a selfish viewpoint, I was just excited to see what was in the boxes. I loaded them into the car and hurried home. It took two trips to carry the boxes which I placed in the lounge and then opened the first.

There were piles of clothes inside. Skirts, blouses, and tops, all of which would have been considered to be smart, classy office wear. A pale blue tailored suit, and a severely cut black jacket that fastened with a single button that would reveal the swell of breasts above it. There was a collection of shoes in the bottom all of which were high heeled, three inches, and higher. Strappy sandals, court shoes, and even a pair of slingbacks.

If I had thought that this was the treasure at the end of the rainbow the second box made me reconsider. It was filled to the brim with evening wear, from mini skirts to mini dresses, cocktail dresses, and even a full-length sheath dress of the softest darkest purple silk. Again there were shoes to match and a smaller box filled with an assortment of jewelry. There were five large plastic pop bottles that I have sure contained the vitamin supplement she had bought for me, and another bottle of pills. At the bottom of this box was an envelope. I opened it and read the single page note.

Darling Kathleen,

I'm sorry I have had to rush off but I have to help in a

family crisis. I shan't bore you with the details darling;

suffice to say that I have to go.

I hope the boxes will be a help, you know that I adore

Kathleen and I have a sneaking suspicion that you do too.

Perhaps if you were to let her see how far she can go

career-wise you might even find that she's better at it

then you would like to think. Keep up the vitamin

treatment, I don't think you'll need the cream any more but

the vitamins will help maintain your wonderful soft skin

and don't forget to take the tablets. I know you love

pumping up your boobs so keep it up too. I wish you all the

luck and love in the world darling. Learn to love yourself

Kathleen and the world is yours

Grace.

As far as I could tell it seemed to be sound advice.

I spent Thursday and Friday sorting out more details that I felt might back up Kathleen's background if it was questioned. By Friday evening I was emptying my wardrobes of anything that might be considered Keith's. The boxes then went up into the loft. I knew that I could soon return to type if required, should Kathleen be a short-lived experiment.

On Saturday I continued packing the rest of the flat, clearing everything that had Keith overtones. I promised myself that I will redecorate as soon as I could, something softer, perhaps a warm pastel.

Later that day, I found the envelope that had been lying on the doormat since Wednesday morning. It went into the bin unread.

On Sunday I packed a medium-sized suitcase with clothes, cosmetics, and a newly purchased hair styling kit. I would have to rely on that honey, blonde wig for a little while yet but was determined that as soon as I possibly could, I will be styling my own hair in the myriad of styles that Grace had taught me.

Monday morning saw me presenting myself at the office to meet Melinda as arranged. We flew down to London and by lunchtime, we were in the hotel where the conference was being held. There was little to do until the first seminar started at two o'clock so we retired to our rooms to rest up.

I don't think either of us gained much from the various meetings, lectures, or networking sessions.

What we did have though was a great deal of fun flirting with the other delegates. We spent an evening out in London, which I absolutely adored, dressed up to the nines in one of my black leather halter neck. Melinda and I had a meal in a hugely expensive restaurant and then went nightclubbing. Neither of us was much use in the group problem-solving sessions the following morning.

I found that the job was very much to my liking once we finally returned to the office on a Thursday morning. I don't think I had realized quite how closely I would be working with Melinda but we seemed to bring the best out of each other and through this, we got results much more quickly than was probably expected. I grew ever more confident and ever more certain that Grace had been right, the only drawbacks as I saw it were that I still felt that I had to be on my guard all the time.

As the weeks passed I began noticing that my supply of the vitamin drink was beginning to run low. As it was my appetite had finally returned, though I kept myself to a sensible diet that seemed to keep my figure trim and curvy in all the right places.

I had more or less accepted that my naked reflection was actually my own and I put it down to my strict diet. I stopped taking the tablets for a while but found I wasn't comfortable with myself until I put myself back on them.

On the morning that I pumped up the cups and my flesh finally filled them I was absolutely thrilled. I had barely been aware that I had been gradually filling them but now I could see that they jutted out proudly, the rubber nipples of the cups being pushed out and a little uncomfortable. The feeling grew during the day so after having a drink with Melinda on the way home, (we'd been socializing together from the time we'd gone to London, at least three times a week.) I stripped naked in the bedroom and carefully began to peel the latex cups from my skin. I was thinking that perhaps I would be able to find some way of padding the inside of the cups so my nipples were afforded some protection.

The latex pulled against my skin and it hurt a little bit so I went through to the bathroom and filled the washbasin with hot soapy water. I took a sponge and carefully worked around the edges of the cups until they finally came free. I glanced up to look in the mirror and found that it had steamed up. I looked down and saw two perfectly formed breasts jutting from my chest. They were tipped with pert rounded nipples that hardened while I watched. I raised a tentative hand to each and took a sharp breath when I felt the warm firm flesh. My heart began to hammer in my chest and I felt panic growing in my stomach.

I rushed through to the bedroom and saw my reflection in the full-length mirror. The image I saw stunned me, but for the penis hanging between my legs, I might as well have been staring at a very sexy naked young woman. Even though I stood stock-still and looked at myself all over I couldn't take in what I was seeing. I began to explore my curves, eventually returning to my breasts, which seemed to swell the more I touched them. I tried to press them down flat but found that it hurt, releasing the pressure they reasserted themselves. I carefully rolled my nipples in my fingers and sobbed at the intense feeling of pleasure that flooded my veins. Looking into the mirror again I saw my penis rising.

It stood up flat against my smooth firm stomach, perhaps a little shorter, a little slimmer, but then it hadn't been much to write home about anyway. Of my testicles there was no sign, even the bag had gone, where it had once hung there was only a smooth soft area of skin that was a little bit pinker than the rest of my skin.

I sat on the end of the bed and watched myself in reflection. Stroking, caressing, and exploring myself. My sense of wonder only increased when I heat began to grow in my stomach. I lay back on my bed and brazenly opened my legs, soon lost in the euphoric sensations that began to build. The intensity increased by the moment and I was amazed by the strong link that formed between my physical reaction and my emotions. When my climax hit me I was sobbing, moaning, and sighing, tears ran down my cheeks until I fell into a deep exhausted sleep.

In the morning I woke fearful that I had only been dreaming. When the sheet fell away from my body I smiled in relief seeing my perfect breasts jutting out proudly. Putting on a bra that morning had a whole new meaning for me. I was pleased to see the bra cups fitted perfectly. The smooth upper curves of my boobs looked so perfect that I decided that I'd just have to wear something that showed them off a little. The little black dress with the sweetheart neckline appealed to me but was definitely not office wear. I settled instead for a soft peach blouse and a navy skirt after swapping the white bra for a black lace one.

Most of that morning was taken up with planning meetings and sorting out the various problems that the merging of two departments kept throwing up. It being a Friday everyone was in a rush to have everything done as soon as possible, hoping to escape early. Melinda caught up with me at lunchtime and we went over to the pub for a bite to eat.

"How do you fancy a takeaway and a bottle of wine this evening?" She suggested.

"Don't you want to try that new night-club on the high street? You were keen last weekend."

"Gone off the idea, come on, let's got all dressed up, just the two of us. We'll have a girl's night in and bitch about men!"

Of course, I agreed, I think I would have agreed with just about anything Melinda suggested at the time.

"I'll pick you up from your place at six then."

Once home I hurried to get ready, the little black dress with the sweetheart neckline looked and felt so perfect that I was lost in myself momentarily. With long dangling waterfall earrings in place, to match the plunging necklace that nestled on the upper curves of my cleavage. Black lingerie beneath and black patent stiletto's on my feet made me feel so sexy and with the finishing touch of the soft silver scarf wrapped around my throat, I was as ready as I was ever going to be. I smiled to myself, thinking that Grace would be so proud of me.

I heard the sound of a car horn outside and looked out of the window to see Melinda's sleek saloon car pulled up at the curb. I grabbed my handbag and two bottles of wine from the fridge and hurried down the stairs. Slowing as I approached the front door before stepping out to feel the evening air whispering round my stocking-clad legs.

I was glad to see that Melinda had dressed up as well, though wondered how she had found the time. There was a takeaway bag in the footwell so she had even less time to get ready than I.

She looked stunning in a simple thigh-length wrap overdress and gave me a dazzling smile when I slid into the passenger seat. She put the car into gear and we shot off down the road, the further we went the more than a little knot of concern grew in the back of my head. By the time we turned into the same street that Grace lived in I was close to panic. When we pulled onto the driveway outside Grace's house my head felt like it was going to explode.

Melinda looked across at me, sitting as I was, frozen in the seat.

"Some house isn't it Kathleen?

I'm house-sitting for my sister while she's away."

I couldn't very well sit there all evening but was terrified nonetheless. If Grace was her sister?

Hadn't Grace said that the charity shop got all kinds of office staff in, looking for fancy dress outfits? Hadn't I told which office I worked in?

I got out of the car, almost numb with fright.

Something nagged at me and again it was something that Grace had said. She'd told me to allow Kathleen to find herself and here I was reacting as Keith. Once inside I asked if I might use the bathroom and she showed me where it was. Of course, I knew already but I played along.

Once safely inside I popped one of the pills and took a deep breath, feeling myself relax and Kathleen reassert herself.

By the time I was sitting on the oh-so-familiar sofa in the lounge with a glass of wine I was feeling much better. More relaxed and at ease with myself, sure enough, it wasn't long until I'd just about forgotten what I'd been so worried about.

For her part, Melinda was the perfect hostess. We barely touched the food and eventually, she cleared the plates and cartons away before coming back into the hall and sitting beside me on the sofa.

"So, how are you enjoying office life, Kathleen?"

"We aren't going to sit and share office gossip, are we? You can get that in the canteen!" I giggled, the wine was suddenly having an effect.

"Okay, let's talk about you."

"You know all about me!" I objected with a laugh, "You interviewed me remember.

Her hand came up to my shoulder and her fingers gently traced the neckline of the dress. All the way down to the plunging necklace, then gently trailed across the upper curve of my left breast. Her head bent forward and down, lips following the line her fingers had taken. I sighed and in spite of myself, I found my head tilting back and my eyes closing.

"Turn round, Kathleen."

I felt her pushing me gently so that my back was turned toward her. Her fingers slowly drew down the zip and then deftly unclipped my bra strap. I was breathing heavily but heard her moving to kneel behind me. There was a soft slither and then I saw her dress drop to the floor out of the corner of my eye. Her lips kissed from my left shoulder to the right, and then her hands slid around me to cup my breasts. I shuddered when her fingers ran over my nipples.

Melinda moved away from the sofa and stepped round in front of me. In only a pair of white panties, she took my hands in hers and tried to ease me up to stand in front of her. My dress gathered at my waist, her hands pushed it down, down over my hips until it nestled beside hers on the carpet. I stepped out from it and a step towards her. Our nipples met and this sent high voltage electricity through my body until her arms wrapped around me and drew me into her. Our kiss began gently, lips and tongues exploring building our excitement until Melinda stepped back with her fingers hooked in the waistband of my panties.

I kept my legs tight together but this proved to be useless. My panties slipped down and down my legs until they nestled at my ankles. If I took a step there and then my thighs would part and my truth would be revealed. I could feel the heat.

Melinda smiled at me, her eyes sparkling.

Her fingers returned to my nipples, she must have realized how sensitive they were. When her lips closed on the first one and then the other I moaned heavily, my own hands sliding down over her hips, caressing and stroking her perfect cheeks then slipping between us to try and ease her back from me.

"Melinda we can't!" I gasped.

"Yes we can darling, we make the perfect team you and I!"

Her voice was thick with excitement, softly sensuous, oozing with her need.

"I know all about you Kathleen, every detail you see."

My heart did a somersault and a high-pitched squeal escaped from my lips. She wrapped me in her arms and began caressing me all over. One insistent finger working up and down over the tight "V" formed by my tightly closed thighs.

"Grace told me all about you, from the moment that you selected that wonderful sexy gown. She told me she thought you would be wonderful for me, but, well, you know that I didn't like Keith."

I could barely breathe but she just kept talking, whispering in my ear.

"She told me that she could do something about that and so she put you on the hormone tablets, the pill actually. One pill was a contraceptive, the other was a low yield anti-depressant, one of its side effects as headaches weren't it?"

I could only nod against her shoulder.

"And the vitamin drinks were a concoction of her own. High yield hormones. The cream of course was a skin softener but had high strength hormones in it as well. The latex cups made sure your breasts grew as perfectly as they have turned out. Of course, it meant that you lost some aspects of your masculinity, your testicles, and your bag. But you look all the better for it don't you think?"

I couldn't find my voice, shock wasn't a strong enough word for what I was feeling.

"The hormones, of course, were bound to affect your work of course so when you came up with applying for the job it was a perfect excuse to get rid of Keith and to have you beside me instead.

Funny really, Grace thought you would make the ideal husband and look at you now, the perfect wife."

She held me until my body stopped sobbing and shaking. My mind began to focus again, on all that she had said.

"How did Grace know about hormones?" Not the most considered question I know.

"She's been through it all darling, didn't she tell you she had a brother who dressed? Of course, she did, except that Grace needed to go all the way. She's my much-loved sister now, and far prettier than my brother ever was."

"What did you mean by saying, I had been the perfect wife?"

"Of course you will be my darling! I made my mind up when I first saw you dressed. So sweet and so sexy, if you hadn't disappeared from the Summer Ball. I had let you know how I felt there and then. As it turned out as perfectly as it has I can't really complain."

Her fingertips traced my face, wiping away my tears. She smiled into my eyes all the while. Cupping and caressing my breasts again until her right hand slipped down to my thighs.

She eased a finger between them and I slowly relaxed. Melinda smiled when she gently took my length in her fingers and then drew me into a deep kiss. She led me upstairs into the bedroom and we stretched out on the bed together.

"You are just so perfect Kathleen, much more than Grace promised me you would be. We'll make a fantastic team darling, just you and I."

Melinda rolled between my legs and pressed herself against me. She was right of course, just as Grace had been we are perfect for each other, and it gets more perfect every day and I love every minute of it, whether at work or more wonderfully at home being Melinda's and on occasion Grace's wife.

THE END.