"I'll be right back" she said, as Don continued unpacking.

A few minutes later, she returned with the trophy. But it was different. The statue at the top of a male golfer had been replaced by one of a *woman* golfer. She was wearing a skirt. Her chest poked out on front of her.

"We bought a ten year supply of these, to save money" she explained. "We put them together out of the box of parts every year. So I just switched the top for you. Now it is something feminine enough to keep on your desk."

When Don was done unpacking, there were very few things of his own left. Most of it was in the trash.

"Now you need to pretty up your desk a bit Heather. I want you to buy a vase, and every Monday purchase a bouquet from the gift shop. Then you'll always have fresh cut flowers. And go buy a couple of picture frames. Put pictures of babies in them. You desk needs to look like it belongs to a woman. Is that clear?"

"Yes Ms. Rogale."

"Very good. Now you look hot. Please take off your jacket."

Don was reluctant, and shook his head.

"I said, take off your jacket! You dare not disobey me ever again, or the punishment will be quite severe. Remember, you belong to me now Heather. You are *mine*!"

Don took off his suit jacket, and draped it over the hanger on the wall. He looked down. The outline of the black bra clearly showed through his white starched shirt.

"Anyone who comes in here would be able to see that I'm wearing a bra!" he protested.

"Yes. And that's the whole point, isn't it?"

The bra itched, and it bothered him. It kept riding up on him too. The straps dug into his shoulders. He didn't know enough about them to have been properly fitted. Nor did he know how to adjust one. It wasn't like he could just ask his wife!

"And you have your panties on too? Take off your pants and show me."

Don turned bright red.

"I am your master now Heather. Don't be embarrassed to do something like drop your drawers. Before long, you will do much more than that for me!

Reluctantly, Don undid his belt, unbuckled and unzipped his trousers, and pulled them down to reveal the black lacy panties he wore underneath.

"Very nice Heather. But don't they look terrible with all that hair? You need to shave your legs for me, so when you come in tomorrow, you'll be nice and smooth."

"Yes Ms. Rogale" said Don, who had secretly always wanted to do that. Now he was going to be able to! He couldn't hide his arousal from her.

"I see that he likes it" said Carol. "Go ahead, let him get big, for now. He may not be around much longer, so let him have his fun while he can."

The threat of losing what he had between his legs made Don even harder now. Without words, his body had confirmed to Carol what it was he liked.

"You will wear a bra and panties to work every day, from now on" said Carol. "For the time being, you may still dress like a man, and call yourself 'Don' when you are in the presence of others. But when we are alone, you are Heather."

"I am Heather" said Don, showing her that he would obey.

Wearing panties takes away the one advantage of being a man: when you use the men's room, you can't stand up to pee. You need to get a stall, and sit down. Just like a girl does. Even at home, I don't want you to go like a man. You will always go like a *girl*."

"Yes Ms. Rogale" he said.

"Bit by bit, I will turn you into a woman. Your daily routine will be changed slightly every day, always moving forward. Every day already, you will put on a bra and panties. And shave your legs. And pee like a girl. Soon, every moment of your day will consist of a completely feminine routine."

Carol made Don sit at the secretary station, and type some letters. A few minutes later, a young woman walked in. Don looked up, and recognized her as Betty West, a young manager. She started talking to Carol, paying him no notice.

"Betty, I'd like you to meet my new assistant."

Betty walked over to Don to shake hands. She looked down at him, and he realized that she would be able to see the bra under his shirt. She would know.

"Hi, I'm Don" he said, his hand trembling as he shook hers.

"I'm Betty" she replied.

Betty walked over to Carol's desk, and sat down. She talked in a low tone, but Don could clearly hear the words.

"He's kind of limp wristed over there. Is he...you know?"

"Look closely at his chest" said Carol.

"Oh, he's got a bra on" said Betty, covering her mouth with her hand to hide her smile.

Don just wanted to die. It was bad enough to have to wear the bra, but to have her *point it out* to someone made things even worse.

When Betty left, Don confronted Carol.

"Why do you have to humiliate me like that?" he said.

"First of all, *I* own you now. I can do anything I want with you, remember? You are completely mine. And secondly, that is not what *I* call humiliation. When I humiliate you, you'll really know it."

"But now she knows all about me!" he protested.

"That's the whole point!" said Carol. "What is it that I told you I'm doing to you?"

"You're turning me into a woman" said Don.

"Exactly. When I've completed my work, you *will* be a woman. An as a woman, you will always be wearing a bra. And people will see that you are wearing one. So what I am doing right now, is preparing you for what is to come. I am getting you ready to be a woman."

"But..." he started.

"Do not argue with me! I've already warned you once."

"Yes ma'am" he said, bowing his head, defeated.

* * *

The next day, Don arrived to work with the flowers as Carol had ordered. He placed them in a vase on his desk. He had also remembered to shave his legs, like she told him. Of course, she made him take his pants off, to inspect the work.

"Very good. You need to make sure you keep them nice and smooth like that. Every few days you'll need to keep at it."

"Yes Ms. Rogale" he replied.

"Now I have a gift for you Heather."

Carol handed over a box, which Don took and excitedly opened. Inside were two items: a pair of silky nylons with a control top, and a charcoal gray skirt.

"What's the use of having pretty smooth legs if you can't show them off?" said Carol. "Go ahead, put them on!"

Don started to pull on the nylons by grabbing the top and pulling, but Carol had to show him how to do it without causing a snag or a tear. Once they were in place, he marveled at how his legs looked. Just like those of a woman. He was completely hard now, and as he pulled on a skirt for the first time in his life, he thought he was going to come in his panties.

The skirt went quite a bit further up his waist than pants did, which felt strange. As he spun around, and felt the soft fabric rub up against the nylons, shivers of delight traveled up and down his spine. He didn't even see Carol, as she pulled out a second box.

"And here is the other gift" she said. "I had to work hard to find them in your size."

Inside this box were a pair of black pumps, with a high heel and a pointy toe. Don could not believe it! He stepped into them, and looked down at what they did for his calves. He felt so sexy, so feminine, so alive!

He took some tentative steps, getting used to how to balance in them. He had never worn a shoe with heels before, and this was all new to him. He was living out his fantasy.

"Now Heather, go sit at your desk. I have an appointment soon. I will want you to take notes."

"Yes Ms. Rogale" said Don eagerly. This was wonderful!

He organized his desk, got out paper and a pen, and got ready. There was a knock at the door.

"Now Heather, remember yesterday when you argued with me?"

"Yes..." said Don.

"Well, to make sure it never happens again, I will show you what happens when you are not a good girl."

She got up herself, and opened the door for the guest. It was Sue Langdon, another woman, a manager in the technology department. She sat down at the desk with Carol, and opened up a folder full of documents.

Don squirmed at his desk. She hadn't noticed anything strange about him...but he realized that if she came to his side of the room, or if he stood up, then she would see that he was wearing a skirt, nylons, and heels! He tried to slide down lower in his chair so that she wouldn't be able to see.

He took notes as Carol had requested. His heart slowed down a little, and he finally relaxed, just a bit.

"Oh Don, would you please bring me a glass of water? I am quite parched" said Carol.

All of the color drained from his face. He would have to stand up, and go out in the open! He tried not to let his heels click on the floor as he went to the back of the room where the water cooler was. He poured two glasses, one for each of the women, then walked back to the desk. He set both glasses down, and realized that Sue was so busy going over facts and figures that she didn't notice Don's attire.

He quickly tried to get back behind his desk, but as he went to sit down, he heard giggling.

"Is your assistant wearing a skirt?" asked Sue.

"Yes he is" replied Carol, proudly! "I moved him to my department, because he needs privacy here. The other employees would make fun of him, if he work those clothes in the general areas. But you know how it is these days; you can't fire someone just because he likes to dress up like a woman at work. So he works for me now."

"Can I see?" asked Sue.

"Sure. I call him Heather, because he prefers that." said Carol, before she turned back towards the secretary desk.

"Heather, come here and show Mrs. Langdon your pretty outfit" she said loudly. Don had no choice. He got up, and walked over towards the two women.

"Twirl around, like a model" she said. He did it, and felt like he wanted to be anywhere but there. It was so awful to have someone see him like this! He really did want to die. Now someone else knew of his secret.

"Sue promises that she will not tell a soul about you Heather" said Carol, reassuringly. "You can go back to work now. There's a good girl."

After Sue had left, Don was so angry that he didn't know what to do.

"How could you do that to me?" he said.

"You did it to yourself Heather. Now just remember, the next time you want to argue with me, you will receive a *worse* punishment than that. And for each infraction, it will only get worse and worse."

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