Don would read stories about forced feminization, and imagine that it was *him* going through the process. The internet was so fast here at work, he could look at stories with pictures too. He would save the good ones to a file, and read them again at home that night.

For him, it was a win-win situation; they all thought he was some kind of workaholic, gaining praise from his management and his peers. And he would get free high-speed access to the web sites he loved to look at.

This had been going on for years.

* * *

One day, the Chief Information Officer (CIO) sent Don an e-mail, requesting a meeting. He set it up with her secretary, and wondered what it could be about. With his growing reputation, perhaps she wanted to get some input on important issues in the technology department?

He felt proud that she was going to *him* for advice now. He was surely in line for a promotion soon. Then he would have a lot more money, not to mention free time.

Carol Rogale had been CIO for three years now. She was 47, and somewhat past the full flower of her beauty. She was in fairly good shape however, but she did have a reputation for being tough. And since she was going through her change, her reputation for grumpiness was almost legendary at the company. Everyone knew that she was divorced, and it was rumored that she hated all men because of it.

So it was not without some degree of trepidation that Don entered her office. His self confidence suddenly melted away when he looked up to see her stony face, as she read some papers on her desk. Perhaps it had been a mistake to think that she would actually think well of him.

"So Mr. Collins, do you know why I've called you here?" she said.

"I was hoping that it was to discuss the new corporate technical architecture plans" he replied hopefully.

She looked up, and the corners of her mouth almost turned up, as if to give a wry smile.

"I'm afraid that you are very much mistaken" she said. "This is something much more serious. Something career threatening."

She was *enjoying* this, dragging him out, and keeping him in suspense. It was as if she liked inflicting suffering on him. Don's heart was beating rapidly. This couldn't be good, whatever was coming.

Don gave her a blank look, and shrugged his shoulders.

"I called you here, because of some interesting results from SNOOPY, which is a new program the company launched last year, unbeknownst to our employees. On the surface, it helps the network by identifying frequently visited web sites, and caching the results, so that the overall traffic on the network is reduced. This gives faster throughput, and everyone is happy."

Don nodded his head. He had read about such programs in the trade press.

"But there is also another side to SNOOPY, one that you would find to be sinister: it knows every web site that had been visited by every employee. Management can then dig deeper, and see the content of what is being pulled down from the web."

Don's face turned beet red. She *knew* about him, and what he was doing with his time on the web.

"Employees are allowed to use the web connection at work for personal use, as long as it doesn't interfere with our jobs" he said.

"I know the employee manual Mr. Collins. You need not quote it to me. However, there is also a section of the manual that lists types of web sites that are forbidden. The ones you visit each and every day would fall under that category. In short, I have grounds to fire you."

"No..." he said, almost in a whisper.

"I would of course have to file the paperwork to show the reason why I am firing you, so your coworkers would all come to learn what it is you like to do. I would have to tell them the specifics of what kind of sites you visit, so they know to stay away themselves. I will make an example of you."

"Please!" he said. She couldn't do this! He needed this job, with the tough economy and all. He and his wife depended on his paycheck. His mind reeled. He would lose his job, his house, his wife would leave him...he couldn't allow that.

He looked up to Carol, who was smiling now. An evil smile. She *did* enjoy this, seeing him squirm.

"Yes, I think I shall begin the paperwork today, and by this time tomorrow, everyone will know all about you Mr. Collins. But first, I have a question for you. I find your predilections to be fascinating. I had never heard of such a thing. Tell me: do you really wish that you were a woman? Or is it that just the *thought* of being one of us makes you get your rocks off? Or is it that inside, you really prefer men, and by being forced to become a woman, then its not your fault anymore?"

He just stared at her.

"Its all right, you can tell me. I already know what you like. Admitting it won't hurt you any worse."

"Its that I just don't know. All I know is that it turns me on."

Carol nodded her head, and wrote down a note on the paper in front of her.

"I also notice that quite often in these stories, the man ends up under the complete control of a woman. I find that extremely fascinating as well. Do you like being dominated by a woman?"

"I...I've never really done it. I've just read about it. My wife is too timid and too conservative to try anything kinky."

"Oh, so you've never actually experienced the fantasies that you read about every day? You have such a strong interest in it that you can't miss a day without reading your stories, yet you've actually never even tried it?"

"Yes" he said, his head down. He was completely beaten now. He had admitted it to her. She had him over a barrel. He felt ashamed, embarrassed, and humiliated. And why was she dragging this out? Just get it over with!

"I have to tell you Don, that the same corporate manual that you were quoting from earlier said that what I have to do now, is to complete this form, tell you manager exactly what you did, and have him sign it. Then you'll be terminated, and can clean out your desk."

Don almost looked like he was about to cry. Carol scribbled down something on a paper form, and folded it over.

"Take this to your manager, and follow his instructions" said Carol. "But do not look at the paper! Understood?"

"Yes" said Don, taking it from her with a trembling hand. It was the longest walk in his life, going the 200 meters from Carol's office to his boss. He silently handed over the folded piece of paper to his boss, who scowled, and started reading it.

"I see" he said.

Don was crestfallen. Now his boss knew. He wanted to die. His boss signed and dated the bottom of the paper, folded it back up, and handed it over.

"I'll have the porters come box up your desk this afternoon. Take this back to Ms. Rogale."

Now the walk seemed even further, like walking down death row. Don stared at his shoes as he knocked on her door, and came back in. He handed the paper over to her, and sat down, his knees buckling.

"As the CIO" started Carol, "I have more power than anyone here, except for the president, the CEO and the VP of finance. So I am able to do things that others cannot, such as bending the rules to suit my purpose."

'So what?' thought Don. What rant was she going off on now?

"I find you an interesting case Mr. Collins, or should I say *Miss* Collins? Because that's what you are inside you know, a woman. Do you have a female name picked out for yourself? Its all right, you can tell me."

"Heather" whispered Don.

"Pretty. A very nice name. Very feminine. Miss Heather Collins."

Don was turning bright red again, as she continued to twist the knife into him.

"So Heather, because of my standing in the company, I have once again bent the rules. Instead of signing your termination papers, you manager just signed a transfer order. You now work for *me*."

Don looked up, equally stunned. He wasn't fired? And he worked for Carol now?

"Why..." he started.

"Because I am about to make your deepest inner fantasies come true" she said. "I am going to turn you into a woman."

Don suddenly became fully aroused. This could not be happening. But it was. He realized that with Carol's penchant for cruelty, she would be an ideal dominatrix. And she said that his fantasies fascinated her. She was going to really do this!

"You realize the implications" she said, nodding her head. "You are completely mine now. I can have you fired in an instant, and I will not hesitate to tell everyone including your wife and all your relatives in your personnel file all about you. Do you think your daughter would like to find out that her daddy really wishes he was her mommy?"

She had him completely. There was nothing he could do. He was even more aroused now, as the domination began. This was what he had always wanted! He was about to live out his deepest fantasy! The look on his face changed from one of horror to a warm smile.

"Heather, you have an assignment for tonight. Go home now, but first stop at a store, and buy yourself a pair of bras, and several sets of panties. They must be bright red and black. You may wear your male clothes for now, but when you come in tomorrow, you must wear your black set. Understand?"

"Yes Ms. Rogale" he replied.

"Very good. Off you go!"

* * *

The next day, Don reported for work a few minutes before 8:00, right on time.

"Ah Heather, you are on time. Very good. I demand punctuality from my employees. Here is your new desk."

"But that's the secretary's desk. I'm an engineer" said Don.

"Not anymore. Now you are my personal assistant. So it will be just you and I in my office, where the others in my department cannot see you. But I think in time that you will come to prefer this arrangement."

Don's belongings were in boxes next to the secretary's desk in Carol's office suite. He began to unpack.

"Throw out anything related to engineering. You'll never do that again. And throw out anything related to being male. That is another something else you'll never do again."

When Don found a scale model red Corvette, Carol told him to throw it out, because it was "too male". Then when Don pulled out the trophy from the company golf tournament, with a statue of a male golfer at the top, Carol motioned for him to hand it over to her.

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